the things i am compelled to do at 3 in the morning

Call Me Mistress – Ramen (M) (Part 1)

Summary: A long-term client hires the Mistress to help celebrate his best friend’s birthday.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, with guest appearances by Jimin and Jooheon (Monsta X)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 10,537

Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Domme!Reader, BDSM, femdom, sexual themes, spanking, public humiliation, sexual harassment/groping, alcohol, profanity

Series: Call Me Mistress

A/N: Jungkook’s story will have multiple parts because the opportunity to share the Mistress’ business practices with new clients was too good pass up. Hope you enjoy!

Client List: Prologue | River (Namjoon) | Ramen (Jungkook): Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 | (more forthcoming)

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On Keeping a Notebook

“Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss…But our notebooks give us away, for however dutifully we record what we see around us, the common denominator of all we see is always, transparently, shamelessly, the implacable ‘I.’  We are not talking here about the kind of notebook that is patently for public consumption, a structural conceit for binding together a series of graceful pensées; we are talking about something private, about bits of the mind’s string too short to use, an indiscriminate and erratic assemblage with meaning only for its maker.”

by Joan Didion
(1966), in Slouching Towards Bethlehem, 1969, London: Andre Deutch.

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anonymous asked:

1) You know, I really do want to believe-and i sometimes do, because you're right. Everything of this show, subtextual AND textual, point towards endgame. I can SEE that. I UNDERSTAND. The show will be completely inconsistent and frankly bullshit if it isn't endgame/canon. But then I think of other fandoms that I have been in that went through the same shit. Thousands of people believing, working together with meta, screaming over episodes because it's all so BLATANT. -->

–> 2)Cast and crew playing along, liking/retweeting tweets that reference ship stuff and specific queer readings, being inconsistent with answers to questions regarding ships going canon. The relationship being so different, not like other ‘kinky’ ships, in fact to the point that it is the ONLY ship that has the slightest chance of going canon. The show establishing that the characters need a romantic relationship in order to finish their development. –>

–> 3) The show being full of mirrors, callbacks, symbolism. It being so well crafted and AMAZING when you read it the way we do. Everyone rejocing because it makes so much sense, we’re actually getting representation, this is increadible….. and then it turns out to be a pile of shit. The show ends, and it is not endgame, they never get together, no confirmation, still just friends, just a load of queerbait. The show wasn’t going for it- it was just bad. –>

–> 4) Because it IS a bad show when you take away the romantic reading. All those mirrors, intricate plot points, symbolism, double meanings for nothing. The writers have no master plan, they are just writing what they think will raise ratings. And we are furious, yes, because it makes no sense whatsoever, but turns out- nobody cares. The GA is satisfied. I HAVE BEEN THROUGH THIS AND IT TERRIFIES ME. because I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment, not again. –>(the next is last srry)

–> 5)I actually think of unfollowing you a lot because you are so right and you, along with other brilliant meta writers, are so insightful. I can tangibly feel endgame coming after reading your posts, and then I go, wait, but it won’t happen. It won’t happen even thought it’s RIGHT and it SHOULD and it MAKES SENSE because they don’t care. It was just us falling for it. Just us reading into it. So I feel terrible after reading destiel endgame meta, because I know better than to get my hopes up.

Hi nonny, I felt compelled to answer this.

If it is not good for your mental wellbeing and you are finding it too stressful to follow me and people who blog like me then please do unfollow! I do not want to be responsible for you being stressed or worried.

Personally I like to live in the realistic and logical view of things. I am a very logical person. My opinion, personally, is that given the situation we are in I am currently (I wasn’t pre season 12 for example but am now) like, what, 95% sure (?) we are getting canon Destiel. This is my PERSONAL opinion and I do not state that I have any knowledge that any other tumblr fan has, I am not saying YOU should be this sure, it just is MY opinion.

Therefore personally I refuse to live in the 5% negative worry percentage, which I would say would be ambiguous, there’s 0% chance for me that it’ll end on brothers/friends only. I like to live in the 95% positive percentage. I also personally never thought some of the ships that Destiel gets compared to were ever going to be canon so I haven’t been let down before. I’ve never personally felt so strongly that it was pretty inevitably canon as for Destiel.

However if my posts are stressful for you, please do unfollow. I will not begrudge you!

I actually spoke to @bluestar86 and @amwritingmeta about this this morning, that now that it’s getting more and more like it’s ridiculous to think that they won’t go there it IS actually sometimes more stressful for me too, as my hopes are higher due to canon, the STAKES are higher you know?

So you’re not alone, I do understand what you are saying. Personally I like to live in the 95% likelihood probability that I myself perceive.

I’m a positive person and I enjoy the great things we are getting. If this is stressful though please look after yourself first!


(A/N) So, I finally collected my favourite drabbles. Most of those below are from another blog, but I just can’t find him/her. So if those are your drabbles or you know the user those drabbles are from, please let me know, so I can give them the credit they deserve!
How this works: Choose one or more prompts and a character and send me your request. You can do it as an anon, but if you do it non-anon like, I can tag you. And if you’d like any more details to be added (who says the line, for example) just add it to the request. You can find a list of characters I write for down below.
The things you send me, will be turned into a oneshot.

1. “Close your eyes.“ – „I swear, if you’re doing something strange, I’ll kill you!”

2. “Are you…flirting with me?” – “About damned time you notice!”

3. “Please stop smiling at me. I keep messing everything up when you look at me like that!”

4. “You look so comfy and cuddle-able!”

5. “I can’t believe, how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re eating breakfast in my shirt.”

6. “No…it’s just like…I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

7. “You can hurt yourself with that.” – uses weapon skilfully – “You were saying?”

8. “You know, to be a smartass, you have to be smart. Otherwise you’re just an ass.”

9. “IS THAT PAINT?” – “Nope, just my blood.”

10. “That looks infected.” – “It’s fine.” – “You’re dying!” – “Well…that’s fine too.”

11. “I can save you.” – “No, you can’t.”

12. “Do you think at all before you speak?”

13. “You know, unlike some other people, I don’t sleep with everyone I make eye contact with.”

14. “Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.”

15. “I’ve made so many mistakes, but you’re not one of them.”

16. “You, didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you!”

17. “Hot, gorgeous, beautiful…whatever you want to call me.”

18. “Who are we ignoring?”

19. “I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face with words.”

20. “You’re one insult away from starting a war.”

21. “I love you from the bottom from my heart, but I don’t trust you cooking. So stay out of my kitchen.”

22. “I have nothing to apologise for.”

23. “Don’t judge because I’m quiet. No one plans a murder out loud.”

24. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?” – “Not interested, thanks though.”

25. “I’m going to kill you!” – “Daring/Dude, I’m already dead.”

26. “It’s hard to have a heart, when you stopped so many others.”

27. “I’d like to apologies to everyone, for what’s about to happen.”

28. “Death is the only god, who will come if you call.”

29. “God damnit!” – “You can’t say that!” – “Okay. Satan bless it!”

30. “I hate you.” – “Why? I’m lovely!”

31. “Why were you trying to kill me?” – “I was hired to.”

32. “You’re…” – “Beautiful, gorgeous, immensely talented-“ – “…dangerous.”

33. “I know the voices aren’t real, but man, they come up with some great ideas!”

34. “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”

35. “You see, my idea of ‘help from above’, is a sniper.”

36. “You’re a psychopath.” – “I prefer creative.”

37. “Excuse me? Which level of hell is this?”

38. “Fuck an apology! I’m not sorry for anything!”

39. “Who are you? Death?” – “Sometimes. Not today though.”

40. “I’d rather be spilling blood.”

41. “Spoiler alert: everybody dies.”

42. “No! I’m not feeling violent. I’m feeling creative with weapons.”

43. “Don’t you feel lonely living in your own little world?” – “Don’t you feel powerless living in other people’s world?”

44. “I may have, accidently adopted five cats.”

45. “The problem is: if I kiss you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

46. “I can lose everything! But not you, oh god, not you!”

47. “Kill me if you must, but I will not bow to a king, who wears a crown studded with jewels of every life he’s taken.”

48. “I am the monster you created.”

49. “Why should I apologies for being the monster I’ve become? No one ever apologised for making me this way!”

50. “The chains may be broken, but are you truly free?”

51. “The devil’s got nothing on me, my friend.”

52. “Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.”

53. “Can I stay in the reality of your universe? Mine sucks.”

54. “So, what’s your plan?” – “My plan was to follow your plan!”

55. “I do what I want and you’ll do what you’re told!”

56. “This is my life now. I climbed that hill and I’ll die upon it.” – “Shut up! We’ve only been hiking for like five minutes!”

57. “I’m getting the distinct feeling that I’m not welcome here.”

58. “Don’t bleed on my floor!”

59. “…I think I broke him/her.”

60. “You’ve got to believe me!” – “Sorry, but I tend to not believe compelling liars.”

61. “I’d take a bullet for you, you know that.” – “You’re immortal. And I’m going to kill you if you keep saying that.”

62. “I know it’s three in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.”

63. “If you walk out that door…don’t you ever come back.”

64. “Will you just let me think for a minute and let me think?!”

65. “Ignore me. I didn’t see anything.”

66. “I’m in love…shit.”

67. “You look…” – “Beautiful, I know. Can we please move on now?”

68. “I’ve never stood a chance, did I?” – “That’s the sad part. You once did.”

69. “I thought you forgot about me.” – “Never.”

70. “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

71. “We have like five people trying to kill us. What are we gonna do?” – “Well, it’s more like nine.” – “Oh well, I’m sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”

72. “Oh, look at all the pretties!” – “Can you please stop talking about assault rifles, the same way you talk about shoes?”

73. “I am way to sober for this shit.”

74. “Stop that.” – “Stop what?” – “That thing you’re doing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”

75. “Take my hand.” – “Why?” – “I’m trying to ask you to marry me! So, take my damned hand!”

76. “Well, do as I say, not as I do.”

77. “Come here.” – “Why?” – “Just come here!” – “No, you’re gonna hit me!”

78. “I’m fine.” – “You don’t look fine.” – “Then stop looking.”

79. “You need to stop doing that!” – “Doing what?” – “Things that make me want to kiss you.”

80. “I’m not a doctor, but I think he’s dead.”

81. “I’d love to insult you, but I’m afraid I won’t do as well as nature did.”

82. “Want to come over? Nobody’s home.” – “On my way.” – “I’m here, where are you?” – “Told you nobody’s home.”



  • Eric
  • Four

Hunger Games:

  • Peeta
  • Gale
  • Finnick

The walking dead:

  • Daryl
  • Negan
  • Rick
  • Glenn


  • Gibbs

Criminal MInds:

  • Hotchner
  • Spencer

Lord of the rings:

  • Aragorn
  • Legolas
  • Frodo
  • Sam
  • Merry
  • Pippin

The Hobbit:

  • Thranduil

White Collar:

  • Neal

Percy Jackson:

  • Percy
  • Luke


  • Jughead
  • FP Jones

Harry Potter:

  • Harry
  • Ron
  • Draco
  • Fred & George
  • Tom Riddle
  • Snape
  • Neville


  • Loki
  • Thor
  • Captain America
  • Iron Man


  • Tom Hiddleston
  • Benedict Cumberbatch
  • Jeffrey Dean Morgan
  • Sebastian Stan
  • Jai Courtney
  • Tom Felton
  • Jeremy Renner
  • Bill Skarsgard


  • Dan Howell
  • Markiplier
Control (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,403

Summary: On a night out with your friends, you accidentally text the wrong number for advice. The guy on the other end of the phone is abrupt, harsh and kind of an ass - but he also happens to be right. Which explains why you keep texting him. Right?

Originally posted by j-miki

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First Moon


A/N: This is inspired by a dream I had a few nights ago :3 Once again it was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned out a bit longer than I planned lol

Plot: Jungkook goes through his first full moon

[Drawing made by the super talented @ax-thelian​ !!! Full credit to them!! Go check his/her blog out]

“-And the way she fought him was so cool! She was really a badass!”, Hoseok boasted trying to goofily replicate a few of the combat moves the female lead acted.

“I know, right? Better not piss her off”, Taehyung chimed with his characteristic smile.

Terra and the boys were talking animatedly after they were done watching a movie at the cinema, the positive commentary praising the action-packed movie. Jin, Jimin, and Yoongi had stayed at home having personal things to attend to and preferring the comfort of the house.

It was quite late at night, Terra’s wrist watch signaling it was almost 11:30pm.
They all kept chatting on their back, the cinema not too far away from the boys’ place, roughly a 15 minute walk. All of them, except for one.

Jungkook was a few steps behind, seemingly lost in his own thoughts as his hands were shoved down his pockets, his head tilted up towards the semi-hidden full moon that was partially covered by a few grey clouds, a slightly puzzled expression on his face.

She slowed down to let herself fall back and walk by his side. He was so deeply immersed in whatever was going on in that mind of his that he hadn’t even noticed her presence. For a moment, she just looked at his profile and noticed that he was not the young boy she remembered, his serious expression contributing to his more mature look. His traits had become more angular and defined, taking the place of the softer features he used to have when he was younger. His jawline was now strong and sharp and she almost felt compelled to let her fingers trace its shape; his brows were slightly scrunched up, his biceps exposed by the short sleeved white t-shirt he was wearing, his muscles flexed and defined from the way he had his hands in the pockets of his washed out denim jeans.

She bumped him gently with her shoulder and that brought his mind back to reality, his attention now to her.

“Hey, nochu”, Terra teased him.

He smiled down at her, and there it was. The bunny smile that gave him that childlike quality was back. He bumped her back and then put an on her shoulder.

“Hey”, he replied simply.

“What’s up? What got you so quiet?”, she inquired after you noticed the change in his demeanor as the night progressed.

“Nothing. I am always pretty quiet”

“True, but tonight more than usual”

He stayed silent at that, but not for long as he resumed smiling. He kissed her cheek and told her everything was fine.

The two of them weren’t officially a couple, but the boys knew that something was going on between the two of them. It was just a continuous flirting that seemed very casual to an outsider, but whoever knew them both personally like the boys was aware that you deeply cared about each other beyond a simple friendship. He was always looking out for her and he could almost read her like no one else could, and vice versa. He may have been the youngest of the group, but he was definitely not naïve. There was a quiet attentiveness to him, his sense of observation very sharp that gave him some sort of insight about people around him. He could be playful, yet serious when times called for an objective mind. The rest of the boys seemed to have somewhat of a similar trait, always attuned with one another as if their minds traveled on the same wavelength.

As you guys were still walking, rain started drizzling down from the sky at first until it became an outright downpour that had them all drenched by the time they got to the house that belonged to the seven men.

“Woah! I guess if I brought some soap I could literally shower outside”, Taehyung said as he stepped in the living room, droplets of water dripping from the ends of his hair.

“Please do. It might be funny to see you get arrested for public indecency”, Yoongi commented from his lounging position on the couch as he watched tv.

Jin walked into the room at that moment and almost gasped in horror at the sight of wet footprints and small pools of water that were now decorating the floor from the entryway to the living room.

“No no no no”, he chanted in a whining tone. He was definitely going into mom mode. “Y’all are NOT going to make a mess in here when I have cleaned this just today. Shoo shoo! Go get dried up before you make even more of a mess”, he scolded as he made shooing gestures for them all to go get changed.

“And you guys are going to clean this first thing in the morning!”, he called out towards them as they were climbing the stairs.

They all chuckled in the hallway, finding the mama Jin antics funny. As they were laughing, Terra made eye contact with Jungkook and she almost found herself choking on her own tongue. The soaked fabric of his shirt was clinging onto his skin deliciously, the defined lines of his muscles becoming one with the t-shirt as they peeked through the material that had become semi transparent because of the rain. His brown locks where sticking to his forehead in messy patterns, water trickling down the end of them onto his chiseled face.

She hadn’t escaped his gaze either, his eyes trailing on her figure and looking at the way her chest strained against the fabric of her tank top, the wetness from the rain making her plump lips even more appetizing to him, the moisture on her melanin blessed skin making it glisten beautifully.

“____, you are more than welcome to stay the night. You know there is always room for you here”, Namjoon offered.

It wasn’t unusual for Terra to stay over at the boys’ place, often crashing there after a night out especially after a long time she went without seeing them. They had a spare room that had pretty much become her own after so many nights of her sleeping in it, a few spare belongings of hers left in the drawers of the dresser.

“Thanks, will do. I’m gonna go get washed and dried up before mama Jin throws another tantrum”, she taunted jokingly before they all laughed and went to their rooms to do the same.

She was in her room ready to take a shower before changing into some comfy clothes for the night and looked out of the window that faced directly the small backyard, the odd downpour had stopped, now being just a gentle drizzle. She noticed Jungkook standing there admiring the moon once again, his back to her and his head tilted towards the glowy sphere high up on the sky looking bigger than usual, an eerie vibe to it as it got a slight red tinge to it… 

Why would he go back outside in the rain..?

She detached her gaze from it, a bad feeling washing over her, so she decided to finally put her braids up in a quick bun to not wet them any further and hop in the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, she was out of the bathroom, small clouds of steam coming out of the ajar door as she put lotion on her deep toned skin. A quick glance to the lockscreen indicated that it was just about to be midnight.
She was throwing on a pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt when she heard muffled sounds coming from outside…

Terra walked up to the window and looked down to see what the commotion was all about and what she saw had her worry like she hadn’t been in a while.

Jungkook was on his hands and knees, convulsion-like tremors going through his body as he grunted and panted as if he was making some great physical effort to control himself. He then started scratching the soil with his bare hands, clawing at it like a dog would when in it was in distress.

Suddenly, Namjoon appeared from the sliding doors “Shit, it has started.. guys!”, he cussed and called the rest of the boys out.

What had started… ?

She opened the window wide open for her to lean over “Namjoon what is going on?”, confusion and worry painted all over her face and lacing her words like vines.

“____, stay inside no matter what! You hear me?!”, Hoseok yelled in her direction as he and the others rushed outside to go over to the youngest one.

“We need to help him calm down. He is gonna lose control”, Jimin instructed as they carefully approached Jungkook whom was now standing.
However, his stance was… weird. He was a bit hunched over, his fingers bent as if they were ready to claw at the nearest threat, dirt staining his finger tips and nails. Jin attempted a step forward and Jungkook reacted right away, an animalistic snarl ripping through his throat as he faced the eldest man. In a blink of an eye, Jungkook dashed forward and shoved Seokjin whom went flying for several feet before he managed to sloppily land on his feet.

“We can’t let him flee. Lord knows what he will do if he goes on a rampage in the streets”, Namjoon stated not taking his eyes off of the maknae and so did the others.

Jungkook was heaving and whining, low growls vibrating in his throat as he occasionally gripped his head as if keeping it from splitting in half, his eyes screwing shut due to the great pain.

“Jungkook-ah”, Jimin started tentatively hoping that his close friend would somewhat be listening to him. “I know it hurts, but you need to try to control it and not let it control you. Hyungs and I will help you through it”, he continued in a soothing voice.

For a few moments, it looked like it had worked, that Jimin had managed to calm him down at least. But then, something similar to a howl resonated in the air and Jungkook leaped forward charging towards his friends. He clawed at Taehyung, the closest one, and managed to get him on the arm where a fresh wound had formed, blood dripping down onto his forearm as he grunted in pain and stepped out of the way.

Hoseok was next in his trajectory, the elder barely dodging the attack with no intention of responding to the assault.

“I’m not gonna fight you, Jungkook-ah!”, he called out as he blocked a few attacks, purplish bruises blooming on the tan skin of his shoulders and arms.
However, the young one seemed def to any reason, all trace of rationality forgotten as he kept on snarling and attacking his hyungs.

Terra had watched the scene unfold in front of her, everything seemingly playing in slow motion and too fast at once. She couldn’t make sense out of what she was witnessing.
Despite her instincts and Hoseok’s warning telling her to stay safe, something deep inside her compelled her to rush down the stairs and go to the backyard to help.
She couldn’t - she wouldn’t - let her friends get hurt and Jungkook lose all control for something he would definitely regret later.

She got to the sliding doors and stepped outside locating Jungkook, his back turned to her as he was currently having a hand wrapped around Yoongi’s throat.

“STOP!”, she yelled in his direction. “Let him go!”
At the sound of her voice, his head slowly turned towards her and what she saw had the blood in her veins run cold, shock paralyzing her limbs, and eyes wide filled with disbelief.

The person - if you could even call it that - was almost animal looking. His once beautiful features were now deformed into a snarl, lips curled up baring his fangs with a growl; his pupils were dilated, traces of gold in his eyes that contributed to the overall eerie look. Everything about him screamed ‘danger’.
Terra willed herself to fight through her catatonic state, it was not the time to let her fear take over. She needed to do something. 

“Jungkook”, she called him softly. “You don’t want to do this… you don’t want to hurt your friends. Your brothers”

He kept looking at her, a flicker of consciousness coming back to his eyes. He turned back to Yoongi that was barely conscious at this point, and his grip on his throat loosened until his elder fell to the ground, oxygen painfully rushing back to his lungs as he coughed.
The young one brought his arm back to his side, but didn’t attempt to make another move as he just looked at her, a wild and feral expression still on his face.

She took a few steps closer to him, slowly testing the waters and her arms up telling him that she meant no harm nor threat.

“Terra, don’t! Stay back!”, Jimin warned her, but she didn’t listen. Her attention was solely focused on Jungkook and on the task at hand.

She felt like she could help. She had to find a way. But what to do? All she could do was just follow her own instinct. And that’s what she did.
She took slow and careful steps further towards him, her eyes never leaving his, hoping her body language would translate into harmless and that he would not do anything reckless.

When she was close enough, she slowly extended her arm, but not enough to touch him. She wanted him to trust her, to let him come to her out of his own will. 

“You’re not evil”, she whispered.

She tried to slow her breathing, to calm the adrenaline cursing in her body like fire until she felt like she almost holding her breath.
At first he stood still, not moving a single muscle and eyes studying her as if to gauge her intentions. Then he leaned forward, cautiously sniffing her outstretched hand, her familiar scent reaching the deepest layers of his being and make him relax visibly. He rested his cheek on her palm and closed his eyes.

He trusted her. 

She cupped his cheek, finding his warmth on the skin of her palm.

“You’re fine. Come back to me, Kookie…”, she cooed under hear breath as her thumb stroked his cheek soothingly.

A few moments later, she watched his traits change with her own eyes, witnessing the morphing of his features from animal to human. His canines were reverting from their sharp state to their original dull edge; his lips were no more curled up in a threatening gesture, but their usual plump selves; when he opened his eyes, she found the brown pools she learned to love instead of the feral golden-stained ones. 

A single tear rolled down his cheek as his conscience came back, reminding him of what he done to his friends up until brief moments prior. 
He started crying until he fell to his knees, sobs shaking his shoulders and tears staining her t-shirt as she got on her knees with him holding him close to her chest. She didn’t need to say anything, she just needed to let him vent.
Terra could feel his despair resonating deep into her being. He was scared. Of what he had done. Of himself. Of what he had become. But she wouldn’t let him be alone, she would be there for him so that he could have someone to fight his demons with.

The rest of the boys had watched the whole scene happen with wide eyes, a look of surprise painted all over their faces as they glanced at each other to silently confirm if they had all witnessed the same thing.

They looked at the two that were on their knees as Jungkook cried his eyes out, and Terra…
They looked at her in particular, at the way she didn’t budge as she held him close to her as if to absorb some of his pain to take it away from him.

They had found her.

BTS Scenario: I Need U

Jung Hoseok X Reader

“But you’re my everything. I’m sorry. I love you. Forgive me.”

Summary: You and Hoseok broke up, and you’d made it clear that it was over. However, he deeply regrets it to the point where it begins to eat him away and he won’t leave you be until he has the chance to prove to you that he needs you back.

Word Count: ~3.4k

I got super into writing this one, it’s a bit longer than I intended, but I hope you guys like it! 

Thank you to @stacey4673 for the request!

***I do not own the gif**

“Are you kidding me?” You quietly cursed yourself for not packing an umbrella before you’d left the house. You hurriedly made your way back to your apartment as the rain began to fall in steady, heavy droplets.

When you finally reached your apartment, you quickly unlocked the door while kicking off your damp shoes and attempting to avoid dripping water all over the floor. You reached into your back pocket to pull out your phone, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing that it wasn’t completely drenched like the rest of you. The screen lit up at once to indicate a new voicemail from none other than – your recent ex-boyfriend. 

Were you even surprised to yet another voicemail from Hoseok? He’d begun to fill your inbox not even two weeks after you broke up. You’d told him you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. However, you couldn’t help but be the slightest bit curious as to what he had to say to you after all the nasty things that were said in your final argument leading up to the split. For all you knew, the messages could be filled with things he’d forgotten to insult you on during the fight, but still, you found yourself pressing the playback button to listen to what he’d left.

“Hello? Jagi, it’s me…I know you won’t pick up the phone and you probably haven’t listened to the other voicemails, but I just wanted to feel like you were still there. I know I’ve said it every message but…I miss you. I just called to say…well, uh…did you see the rain?” he paused for a moment to let out an awkward laugh, “Hey, do you remember when we got caught in the rain without an umbrella because you had told me to bring one, but I was too forgetful? And do you remember how we ran through the rain together hand in hand, and then we laughed at how silly we looked running into that shop with our clothes dripping wet? You scolded me later for it because I ended up getting sick. Although I felt shameful then, I’d do anything to experience that day again.”

The phone beeped, indicating that the message had ended. Hoseok had sounded so upset in his message, but you felt anger bubbling up inside you. He didn’t seem so sorry when you’d broken up, so what was with the sympathy now? Was he trying to make you feel guilty about dumping him? 

You were filled with absolute irritation for your ex-boyfriend, but for some reason, you felt compelled to listen to the other voicemails. You scrolled further down to the first of nearly thirty voicemails that Hoseok had flooded your phone with and pressed play.

“Jagi, I know you told me to never call you again, but I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said, I regret making you cry like that. I miss you so much jagi. It’s only been a week and I feel like I’m dying without you. Please, call me back.”

“Y/N…it’s 3 am. I can’t stop thinking about you. Do you remember when I’d call you in the middle of the night sometimes because I couldn’t sleep and you’d get annoyed with me at first, but then you’d talk to me with your soothing voice until the early hours of the morning? I miss your voice…I can’t sleep without hearing it. Jagi…jagi please call me. Just grant me your sweet voice.”

“Jagi, it’s me. Well, you probably already know that…I couldn’t sleep again, so I went to the studio to write. I remember those nights when you’d insist on staying with me at the studio even though you were exhausted from working all day. You were always so supportive of me, even if it meant you’d have to sacrifice your sleep. I would sit at the desk, scribbling down songs until way after midnight and you’d fall asleep on my shoulder. I really loved that. Did you ever get a chance to read those lyrics I was always writing? They were all about you. You know-”

Hoseok was cut off mid-sentence by the voicemail beeping, indicating that he’d exceeded the amount of space to record the message. 

“Ah, the voicemail cut off…Anyways, I still write about you. If I could see you again, I’d sit with you in the studio and read you every song I wrote you. I want to pour my heart out to you and tell you all the things I couldn’t say before because I was too shy. Please…” Hoseok paused for a moment and you could hear a faint sniffling on the other end before the phone clicked, ending the voicemail.

The messages began to become repetitive as Hoseok stated how much he missed you in each one along with another now aching memory of your relationship. You’d be lying if you said you were completely over Hoseok, and these voicemails were just causing you more pain. Yet you couldn’t stop listening to them because maybe he’d finally tell you he was over it, that he hated you because you never called back, and then you’d be able to get over him.

You skipped ahead to the most recent one that he’d left just yesterday.

“Y/N,” Hoseok spoke raspily over the phone, he sounded awful.

“I’m so tired. I just want to see you, to feel your arms around me and to take in your sweet scent. I don’t eat anymore. Not that I’m trying to make you feel guilty, I just don’t feel hungry because every single thing reminds me of you and it’s all too painful. Do you remember that time I texted you after practice that I was so tired and so hungry that I thought I might die?” He paused to let out a sad chuckle. “I was exaggerating of course, but you got so concerned that you showed up with an absurd amount of food and I felt like I’d never move again after eating everything you cooked for me. I miss that…I don’t think I’ll ever feel as happy as I did that day when my sweet jagi came to take care of me.”

You couldn’t bear to listen to anymore and turned your phone off, tossing it across the room. You held your head in your hands as hot, angry tears spilled from your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. You couldn’t handle listening to Hoseok reminding you of all the memories you’d made together; they made your heart ache. The way his voice had sounded so exhausted and detached. It wasn’t the bubbly Hoseok you knew, the one who always had a smile stretched across his face and would never fail to make you smile the same way.

No. You couldn’t think like this, not after the things he said to you when you broke up. He told you he didn’t care and now here he was, flooding your phone with apologies. You’d ignore him, he’d stop eventually and you’d be able to forget him. 

A moment later, you heard your phone ding from where it’d landed across the room. You slowly stood up and made your way over to it, turning it over to see the screen lit up with a text message. The phone dinged again, and again, and again. A string up messages popped up one after the other, each one labeled with Hoseok’s name on it.

“Jagi! Your voicemail box was full and I had to tell you something.”

“I saw something at the store that reminded me of you, do you want to see it?” An image of a cute figurine sitting in the window of a store appeared before Hoseok proceeded to send another string of texts.

“I thought it looked as cute as you! Do you remember the aegyo competitions we used to have? You’d always win of course…” You couldn’t take it anymore, you couldn’t handle seeing him dump his thoughts of you into your phone. This had to end now. 

“Jung Hoseok stop calling me and stop messaging me. I don’t want to see you and I don’t miss you. Leave. Me. Alone.” You pressed send, hoping that breaking his heart like this would be enough for him to finally stop. As an extra precaution, you opened his number on your phone and blocked him from contacting you any longer. 


It had been exactly one week since Hoseok stopped trying to contact you after you blocked his number on your phone. You half expected him to show up at your apartment and sit outside the door until you spoke to him, but you were relieved to see he had some sense left to refrain from doing so. 

You were just beginning to get over him and you had started to be happier knowing that you were recovering. However, nothing good lasts forever as you received a call from a quite distressed Namjoon the following day. At first, when you saw the name on your phone screen, you considered not picking up because Namjoon never called you and he certainly couldn’t have a reason now that you and Hoseok were broken up. However, the fact that he had never tried to call you before made you wonder if he could possibly be in trouble. You hesitantly picked up the phone just before it stopped ringing.

“H-hello?” You spoke nervously, wondering what Namjoon could have needed from you.

“Y/N? It’s Namjoon…” He spoke over the receiver before quietly whispering to someone else in the background. 

“I know it’s you, is there any reason you called me?

“Yeah, listen, I need you to come over to our dorm right now.”

“Excuse me, what? Why?” This was all too suspicious; why did he need you at the dorm? 

“I can’t tell you why, please just come over as soon as you can.” 

“Namjoon, I don’t think I’m really comfortable coming over there. I’m sorry, you have to understand that I just don’t think it would be the best idea for me to-” You were cut off by Namjoon who continued to persuade you all while fighting off whoever was bugging him in the background. 

“Y/N please, I’m begging you. I would never ask you for a favor if I could help it, but you need to come here. Now.” With that, he hung up. You didn’t want to go. What if Hoseok was there? You didn’t know if you could handle seeing him after you’d spent the last week trying so hard to forget everything. Nonetheless, it didn’t seem like Namjoon was really giving you a choice here; he wasn’t going to leave you alone until you complied. You reluctantly gathered your things and headed over to the dorm.


When you arrived, Namjoon met you at the door and silently led you inside.

“Are you going to tell me why you needed me here so urgently now?” You asked, finally breaking the silence as the two of you walked down the hall. 

“I didn’t want to tell you over the phone out fear that you’d refuse to come. Besides, I think it’d be better if you saw it rather than heard from someone else.”

“What are you talking abo-” You stopped speaking mid-sentence when you realized where Namjoon was taking you. He looked down at you hopefully as he gestured towards Hoseok’s closed bedroom door. Immediately, you felt anger and anxiety bubbling up inside you and you turned to storm back home, only to for Namjoon to grab you by the wrist and pull you back. 

“You need to talk to him. Please.”



No. I don’t want to talk to him! I’m going home.” You stated while trying to free yourself from Namjoon’s grip. Of course, this was why he brought you here. How could you have not realized this? 

“Y/N I know you want nothing to do with him, in fact, he told me you blocked his number, but you don’t know what he’s become. He won’t eat and he won’t sleep, he won’t do anything really.”

“Trust me, I know.” You said bitterly, thinking back to the endless voicemails you’d listened to. 

“But you haven’t seen the state he’s in. He looks like hell and he’s always too tired to do anything. He won’t come to practice, and if we force him to, he does terribly. He just stays locked up in his room and refuses to speak to any of us. I know you don’t want to see him, but please talk to him, for our sake. I don’t believe that you don’t hold even a little bit of care for his well being. You were together for a really long time after all.” Namjoon rambled on about all the ways Hoseok had let himself go.

“Okay, fine! I’ll do it,” you said grudgingly as a faint smile of relief appeared on Namjoon’s face. He stepped out of the way and gestured towards the door before turning around and disappearing down the hallway, leaving you alone outside the bedroom. 

You turned towards the door, taking in a deep breath before knocking gingerly on the door. When there was no answer, you carefully turned the knob and swung open the door to see the room empty. Upon closer inspection, you noticed a human shaped lump hidden under a pile of blankets on the bed, which you assumed to be Hoseok as you stepped towards him. You looked around the room, clothes scattered the floor and papers littered the desk; it was a complete pigsty. 

You walked through the room, being careful to step around the mess, until you were standing in front of the bed. A low groan emitted from under the lumped covers as the person underneath them shifted.

“Go away Namjoon. I’m not coming to practice today.” Hoseok spoke raspily. The state he was living in made you furious because he wasn’t taking care of himself which was making the other members’ lives harder. 

You grabbed hold of the covers before yanking them back and glaring down at the figure curled up on the bed. Namjoon was right, he did look like hell. His face was sunken and his hair was a knotted mess. He looked as if he could have shattered upon the slightest touch. Upon seeing him like this, you felt a pang of pity for Hoseok.

Once the covers were pulled off of him, Hoseok turned over to grumble at who he thought was Namjoon, but choked on his words upon seeing you standing there instead. He stared in disbelief for a moment before sitting up at once.

“Shit…is it really you? Or have I begun hallucinating?” Hoseok mumbled to himself as he reached out a hand to touch your arm, checking if you were truly standing before him. You stared at him silently before he continued to speak.

“Y/N…what are you doing here? Shit, I didn’t think you’d have to see me like this. If I knew you were coming I would have attempted to clean up a bit, although I’d have no way of knowing seeing as you blocked my number…” He said sadly staring at the floor while wringing his hands nervously. 

Suddenly you felt tears welling up in your eyes, and the next thing you knew, they were spilling down your cheeks in a steady stream. Hoseok looked up at once when he heard you sniffle and his expression fell even further when he saw the tears staining your skin. 

“Oh no, you’re crying, don’t cry! Please, don’t cry! Jagi…jagi I’m so sorry for what I did, for all that I said. You don’t know how awful I felt that day we fought when you left after telling me it was over…my world was shattered. I didn’t know how to function anymore; all I could think of was you and it ate me away. I didn’t want to do anything anymore if I didn’t have you. I need you. Please…listen to me, give me another chance.” 

All at once, every emotion you had been repressing about this breakup came flooding back and you couldn’t help but break down in front of Hoseok. You sank to the floor, sniffling in between sobs and a moment later you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves tightly around you. You no longer could find the strength to yell at Hoseok for how he’d been treating himself nor could you push him away after he’d begun stroking your hair soothingly. It was him who needed comforting after you saw what he’d become, but here he was, comforting you instead. 

He knew exactly how to make you feel better as he had done many times before; one arm around you, pulling you close to him until you leaned against him. The other was stroking your hair while humming. After a few minutes, Hoseok finally spoke up, keeping his voice low as he whispered calmly into your ear. 

“It breaks my heart to know that I was the cause of this. I never want to see you unhappy and If you will allow me, I want to be the one to make sure you always have a smile on your face.” Every promise you had made yourself during the past two weeks, that you’d never forgive him and that you’d never give him a second chance, came tumbling down. You wanted him back as much as he did because truly, you’d been falling apart too, just not as noticeably as he was. 

You nodded slightly and pulled away to look at him where he sat on the floor in front of you. Just as he couldn’t bear to see you cry, you couldn’t bear to see him as the sickly person he’d allowed himself to turn into; you wanted to be the one to help him recover. You nodded again to show that you’d accepted him. He breathed a sigh of relief before reaching to place his hands on either sides of your face, his thumbs wiping away the last of the tears on your cheeks.

Without another word, he immediately leaned forward to crash his lips to yours while tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you closer. He smiled into the kiss as he moved to wrap his arms around your waist and then rested his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Thank you, jagi.” He finally spoke up, a huge smile stretching across his face. After a moment, you realized that you couldn’t let Hoseok off the hook so easily – you were still upset at him for how he’d been treating himself during the past few weeks.

“Hey, just because I forgave you, doesn’t mean that you’re not going to get an earful about not taking care of yourself. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You look like death himself and look at the state of your room! There are papers and clothes everywhere; how can you live like this?” You had just begun scolding Hoseok when he let out a giggle. “Why are you laughing? I’m yelling at you right now!”

“Ah, I’m just happy! If it means I have you back, you can scold me all you want about not eating properly or making a mess. I just want to be with you.” He said lovingly, taking his your hands in his while placing soft kisses on them.

“Oh right, that’s another thing. What were you thinking, skipping all your meals? Did you really think I was going to let you get away with doing that? Your punishment is being fed so much food that you’ll never move again. Now, get up.” You tried to be stern with him, but after seeing the color rush back into his face as he returned to his lively nature, you couldn’t help but be overjoyed. Hoseok let out another laugh before pressing his lips to yours once more and standing up. He grabbed your hands to help you up before pulling you onto his back piggy-back style and running out into the hallway towards the kitchen. The dorm was once more filled with his energetic voice and this was appreciated by you as well as the other members. 

After all, the world could never go around if the sun wasn’t shining. 

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Long Live - Chapter 9

This chapter got so long, i’m so sorry! Also, don’t judge me, i wanted a festive chapter, even though it’s September. Thank you to @ilovemyspoopydad, @gaysonofjafar and @mylasagnaisraw for beta-ing this chapter, you’re my saviors. Also, thank you for all the lovely comments you leave on the chapters, reading them makes my day! 

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The Best Of Me Is You

Title: Fingers crossed- Billie Ellish 

 Trying this AU that i thought about at 1 am and didn’t let me sleep until 3 i swear i’ve wanted to try out angst for a while so tell me what you think

au based on the last couple-ish episodes of Season 1 of decendants of the sun And i hope you guys like it Ari xxx

When you’re dating a Captain of a United States Special Forces Unit, you have to get used to a lot of things. 

Will Solace was used to his boyfriend, Nico, being gone for weeks without a word. He was used to their dates being interupted by a call for a mission. He was used to worrying to his wits and promises of a quick return. 

Because Will knew somewhere out there Nico was saving the lives of millions. He was a hero that was keeping the peace in some distant country. 

When you’re dating a Captain of a United States Special Forces Unit, you have to know that they might not come home one day. 

That was something Will could not get used to. 

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Patience (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

requested: can you write something based on Shawn’s song patience?

pairing: reader x Shawn Mendes

word count: 2,095

a/n: patience is my favorite song by Shawn, thank you so much for requesting this, I teared up while writing it! Of course it’s based off of patience, but I found another great song to listen to while reading this is Waves by Dean Lewis. tell me what y’all think!

“What do you mean she took it back?”

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White Widow - Part 3

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

Warnings: Getting a little fluffy, Bucky with a gun

Characters this chapter: Bucky Barnes

It was two whole weeks later when he finally spoke to me again.

The nightmares hadn’t stopped. If anything they’d gotten worse.

One night, amidst my thrashing and crying, I must have screamed out. I shot out of bed, not yet realizing the scream I’d heard had come from me.

Just as I processed what happened, my door swung open.

Bucky appeared, pointing a handgun right at my face.

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Kai Parker x Reader
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summary : Kai tells Reader about the events happening at Mystic Falls and Reader gets jealous.
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Y/N was sleeping soundly when as if from a distance she heard the sounds of the doorbell ringing over and over again. Slowly her eyes opened and she glanced at the digital clock on her night stand seeing it was 3.35AM.
“This better be live or death.” she mummbled pulling the covers off her. Her feet quickly found their way into her fuzzy slippes and she headed towards the door , the sounds of the doorbell ringing repeating again. Y/N rubbed her eyes and yawned , nearly stumbling over the coffee table in the living room as she walked. “Coming … I’m - I’m coming.” she called out.
A moment later her fingers wrapped around the door knob and she unlocked the apartment door , opening it. Her gaze was on the ground and the moment Y/N looked up , she felt suddenly wide awake. In front of her stood someone she never thought she’d see again. Not unless it was a dream or a hallucination.
“M-Malachai ?!” she asked confused. “Not again.”
Y/N stared at him. Kai was smiling widely at her as if it hadn’t been four years but four minutes since they had last seen each other. He had gotten even hotter and was wearing gray jeans , a blue-ish tshirt and a black jacket. His eyes sparkled just like every time he smiled. She felt her knees about to buckle from all the feelings rushing through her body and sat on the floor next to the door.
“I was expecting a little warmer welcome.” he laughed nervously looking at his girl sitting on the floor with tears in her eyes. Kai was no expert but he knew tears was not the proper reaction for seeing your dead boyfriend after four years. “Whats wrong sweetheart?”
“You.” she mumbled. “You are not real which means I am still asleep in my bed and … “ her voice broke and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. “I will wake up in a few minutes and you’ll be gone again.”
Kai sighed. Part of him had been expecting this reaction from her. Sort of. Damon had mentioned to him Y/N had moved away because everything reminded her of him and she kept hallucinating and dreaming about him coming back. Didn’t seem like being away from Mystic Falls had helped much in that department if she thought he was a dream.
“Let me in and I will prove to you its not a dream.”
“Its a dream I know it …” said Y/N wiping away a few tears from her cheeks. She was afraid to let herself feel. Over the past few years this has been happening a lot. “…but either way I am so beyond happy to see you.”
“Can I -”
“Come in.” she said quietly. Usually that was the point when she woke up. Kai would step inside or attempt to step inside and then he’d get dragged away by an invisible force. Or he’d get to stay a while and then she’d wake up alone , feeling the pain of losing him crush her all over again. Even after all those years it was still only him. It would always be him and no one else.
Kai stepped inside , knelt down next to her and pulled her into a hug a split second later. “I missed you Y/N. I never thought I could miss someone that much. It nearly drove me crazy.”
Her hands wrapped around Kai , tears still streaking down her face. He pulled away and Y/N’s gaze dropped to the ground. It felt too good to be true , being back in Kai’s arms , feeling his breath on her skin , his smile taking her breath away.
“I am real Y/N. I am really here.” said Kai , brushing his fingers through her hair. “And I am never going away. Not without you.”
He took her hands , placing them on his face. Her fingers brushed against his cheeks and he could see things starting to come into focus in her mind. Kai’s lips smashed against hers for the first time in four years , drowning her in a deep passionate kiss. Y/N felt electricity coursing through her veins waking every fibre in her body. None of the dreams / hallucinations she had had before had ever felt that real. Either that was the most realistic dream ever or he was really there.
“It’s me. It’s really me.”
“Oh my God.” she said smiling , attacking him with kisses until she was sitting on his lap. “H-how ? When ? Why didn’t anyone call to tell me ?”
With a snap of his fingers , Kai closed the door and pulled her even closer to him.
“It’s a really long story sweetheart.” he smiled at her , stroking her cheek with her fingers. “I’ll tell you in the morning. Right now I just want to enjoy having you back in my arms.”
Y/N’s fingertips traced every inch of his face still unable to believe it completely that he is really here. Kai’s eyes were glowing , studying her as if seeing her for the first time. He pulled her into such a tight hug , her breathing stopped for a few seconds before he let go off her.
“No.” she protested. “Don’t let go off me ever again.”
Kai laughed pulling her into a hug again.

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Deep Space Nine RECAP: 6x19

Time to recap another fave of the hivemind! Let’s see what you guys picked for me this time…

[returns] Well gosh dang do you all ever love Benjamin Sisko In A Crisis Of Morality! DRAMA. ETHICS. And, new: INTRIGUE, which also goes by the name GARAK, thank u.

Season 6, Episode 19: ‘In the Pale Moonlight’

Curtain opens on Ben Sisko in his quarters, starting a personal log. I was about to take a sidebar about how amused I am by the whole concept of officers keeping personal logs, because every time one happens I think about how in the earliest days of TOS the writers clearly said to themselves hey, y’know what would be a convenient way to get our characters to monologue about their inner thoughts and feelings? A Starfleet culture of keeping audio diaries. Anyhow that device turns out to be THE ENTIRE FRAMEWORK OF THIS EPISODE, a-lol.

“I need to talk about this,” Ben says, out loud. “I have to justify what’s happened, what I’ve done. At least to myself.” Like, yes you first-person narrator of a Victorian horror story, take us back, make us understand how you will forever be A Changed Man after this Experience. What a classic opening.

[chuckling appreciably]

No one is chuckling in this first flashback scene though. It’s the grim weekly ritual of his crew filing in to check the list of Starfleet officers missing or confirmed dead that Sisko posts on the wall of the wardroom. Ben hates Fridays now.

Evidently the Federation is losing a lot of ships to Jem’Hadar sneak attacks from around the Romulan border. The Romulans had signed that nonaggression treaty with the Dominion a while back, and are apparently planning on turning a blind eye, not getting involved, and generally just sitting back and letting all their enemies destroy each other in their drawn-out war. If the Romulans were to join forces with the Klingons and the Federation, then maybe our guys would stand a chance against the Dominion, but as stands, they’re likely to continue taking these losses, possibly until they lose the whole thing.

Sisko has had it.

Personal Log VO: “That was the moment I made the decision. It was like I had stepped through a door, and locked it behind me. I was going to bring the Romulans into the war.”


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Ryan’s break up came a couple months after his, and the little guy was so sad it broke Shane’s heart.

If he started dragging Ryan to the movies with him way more often just so his friend would stop thinking about his ex for a couple hours, Ryan didn’t complain.

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dusty-jester  asked:

what are your thoughts on the 3 pre heisei era kamen rider films: Shin, J, ZO and would you recommend watching them?

Ooooo good question! After the hiatus Kamen Rider took in the early 1980s, the failure to launch a new series in 1984 with the Kamen Rider ZX special and the success of the two Kamen Rider Black series, the franchise when back into hibernation for a bit.  The only new entries were the three film you are asking about, which started in 1991 with a straight to video entry while the next two were parts of the Toei Hero Fair festival showings paired with film versions of their TV tokusatsu entries of the time.

Let’s start with Shin Kamen Rider: Prologue

This was the straight to video, V-Cinema release intended to celebrate the 20th Anniversary of the Kamen Rider franchise with an entirely new, re-imagined version of the character for a more adult audience.  I am not going to mince words and just say this one is the weakest of the three films.  A lot of the blame for this is reflected in the subtitle of the film itself: Prologue.  This was meant to be the origin story for a hero design to launch a series.  The fact that there was never a series speaks to the relative failure of this film.  That’s kind of sad because what we are shown in this film is intriguing, even if it takes a while to get there.

This version of Kamen Rider is the first to deal with genetic manipulation as the origin of the hero rather than cybernetics or other technological means of transforming.  Our hero, Shin, becomes infused with the genetics of a grasshopper.  Why a grasshopper?  Well, according to the scientist responsible, after the apocalypse….


Thanks to being genetically manipulated and not having a technological transformation, Shin’s is kind of painful looking and entirely biological.  It also leaves him looking the most like what we would expect to be a monster in any other Rider entry.

The tone of the film is very dark and going for mature and violent while holding back the big fight scene until the end and not really giving us any closure as it was intended to launch a new series that never happened.  What we did get though was some very out of place and random nudity:

plus a heaping helping of gore:

It didn’t really appeal to the intended market and the more mature content kept it out of the reach of kids who might have enjoyed it so it fell into a kind of limbo. It’s kind of a shame because these days, it might have worked on a streaming platform as is evidenced by the success of the similarly violent Amazon Prime Japan series Kamen Rider Amazons.

Skip ahead two years and a more family friendly but still VERY DARK Kamen Rider would grace the screens of Japanese theaters along with the Gosei Sentai Dairanger movie and the Tokusou Robo Janperson film as the 1993 Toei Hero Fair.  This one was directed and art designed by my favorite modern tokusatsu creator, Keita Amemiya and also the very first Kamen Rider media I ever got the chance to watch, Kamen Rider ZO.

Oh man, I could gush about this movie for ages and it always makes my list of favorite Kamen Rider properties as well as recommendations for starting points for people looking to get into the franchise.  It has just about everything I love about this particular tokusatsu hero; great monster designs, fantastic fight scenes, a compelling narrative and a likable hero.

Just look at these monsters:

The design work on this movie alone sold it for me and I still go back and watch it every now and then when I want a reminder of how good both mid-90s tokusatsu and Keita Amemiya’s early work was.  I could go on more but I’ll make this one simple, WATCH IT!

Finally, in 1994, Toei’s Hero Festival brought the world Kamen Rider J.

This was another product of Keita Amemiya and along with the previous film and the next year’s Mechanical Violator Hakaider formed his Toei Tokusatsu Trilogy. It brings the same awesome design sensibilities and action as the previous entry but also brought one other thing, Yūta Mochizuki who has previously played Geki in Kyoryu Sentai Zyuranger as the new Kamen Rider, Koji.

Our villains this time are agents of the Space Mecha Beast Fog Mother who travels from planet to planet to devour all life on that world to spawn her children.  They have a pretty sweet base of operations, a giant moving castle with an interior that looks like it was decorated by H.R. Giger and Clive Barker.

It turns out this is actually Fog Mother’s second visit to Earth.  It came once before, 65 million years ago.  You can guess what happened then:

So, now they are back to do the same thing to humanity!  Fortunately, Koji gets found by representatives of the spirits of the Earth and turned into Kamen Rider J, who, along with his talking grasshopper companion are the only hope to stop Fog Mother and save all life on the planet!

Once again, the monster designs are pretty good.  Maybe not as memorable as the ones from Kamen Rider ZO, but still pretty great.

Eventually, J works his way through the monsters around him and has to battle Fog Mother itself, which turns out to be the giant castle!  That’s when J does what he is best known for, growing.  J is the only Kamen Rider capable of stealing Ultraman’s shtick and becoming a giant!

Ok, here’s the thing about Kamen Rider J.  It has a pretty unsubtle environmental message.  The hero is an environmental journalist, the movie makes a point to note all the climate changes causes natural disasters around the world and the young girl in the film is seen morning the deaths of birds and squirrels. Of course, all of this is pretty much blamed on Fog Mother but it still has all the subtlety of an episode of Captain Planet. It don’t mind a movie with a message but this one comes across as ham-fisted.

It also lacks much in the way of character development and just moves from one setpiece fight to another.  This is, of course, partially the blame of the short format these festival movies have to have but ZO seemed to use those limitations to tell a more compelling story.

One thing I just heard the other day regards the similarities in the looks between Kamen Rider ZO and Kamen Rider J themselves.  Just take a look and you can tell they were based on the same design.

Apparently, they were intended as sort of modern (for the mid-1990s) versions of Kamen Rider Ichigo and Kamen Rider Niigo, based on very similar designs and meant to meet and work together.  This only came about in the VERY short film Kamen Rider World which showed at special events and theme parks.

So, are they worth watching?  Shin Kamen Rider is a neat glimpse into an alternate take on the character, Kamen Rider ZO is essential viewing and Kamen Rider J is a fun romp with some great design work.  So, yes, they are all worth your time.

Thanks for the question!


It starts on a Tuesday morning when a Luthor makes her way inside a physics classroom. She saunters inside, hips swaying, as she approaches the teacher who’s in the middle of a lesson. But Lena Luthor doesn’t care that she’s interrupting.

“You must be Ms. Luthor.” the teacher looks at the newcomer.

The rest of the class sits up. Their rapt attention focused on the young Luthor amongst their midst. She can feel their eyes, raking up from her expensive boots, to her black designer jeans, and further up to her calfskin leather jacket. She knows that most of the class is wondering what the hell a Luthor is doing at their school.

“I certainly must be, looking as good as I do.” Lena answers.

She sees the teacher’s eyes narrow and knows without a doubt that the older woman’s already lumped her into the deviant’s category. Lena doesn’t want to pretend like she’s anything but herself so she’s here, dressed like every bit of a rebel that she is.

“Care to introduce yourself to your peers?” the teacher gestures toward the rest of the class who look at her expectantly.

“I don’t think there’s a need for that.” because there isn’t a soul alive who hasn’t heard of the name Luthor, certainly not in this part of world. “But my socialite upbringing does compel me to properly introduce myself.” she stands in the middle of the room. “As you all know, I am the granddaughter of Lionel Luthor, the only child of Lex Luthor, and the only heir to the Luthor estates which as you all know is worth billions upon billions upon billions of dollars.” she knows the only thing these people really want to know is why the genius prodigy of the Luthor clan has set foot in their small town and is now attending such a small building but she won’t give them the satisfaction of knowing.

She disregards the whisperings as she scours the room looking for somewhere she can sit and pass the time.

Her eyes trail around the area as she glimpses over the face of the unwashed masses that look upon her like she’s a unicorn gallivanting around the fountain of youth. She continues her search for a spot until finally her gaze lands on a girl seated at the corner of the room, her head covered with long flowing golden locks, bespectacled eyes glancing out the window, completely oblivious to whatever’s going on with the rest of the world.

Lena’s feet take her toward that area, ignoring the fact that there’s a perfectly empty seat at the table near the second exit of the classroom. It’s usually where she’d normally sit whenever she felt like attending her classes but today isn’t a normal day.

“Move.” she voices her command at the boy seated next to the blonde who’s still staring out the window.

“But this is my seat.” the small nerdy looking boy stammers as he looks toward the teacher whose back is turned toward them. “Ms.” he’s about to call out to her but Lena steps in front, blocking his view. “Eep.”

“Do I look like I care?” she says as she continues to look upon the blonde. Emerald eyes narrow challengingly at the brown haired boy. “I don’t appreciate having to repeat myself.” he looks around the room for help but finds they’re all just staring at Lena. “Move before I rip you out of that seat.” the boy scampers off.

The boy scurries off to the empty seat, gathering his stuff, dropping his textbook as he takes his seat in the other end of the class.

There’s a loud clack that rings around the room. It brings the blonde out of her reverie as she looks toward the source of the sound. She turns her head and Lena’s greeted by the brightest blue depths she’s ever seen.

She can’t help but stare at the blonde. Her eyes break away from those bright blues, traveling toward a scar deep scar from her forehead toward her eyebrow down her delicate cheekbone. There’s another less deep but still noticeable along the girl’s pink lips and Lena thinks she’s never seen a creature more enrapturing than the one she’s sitting next to.

“What happened to Winn?” the blonde’s eyes widen with confusion as she finds herself looking straight into pools of emerald green instead of chestnut brown.

“He was wise enough to relocate.” Lena must be staring for too long because the girl’s suddenly turns, bowing her head, hand touching the side of her face which houses what she undoubtedly finds to be undesirable blemishes. “Upon my insistence.” it takes all of her self-control not to reach out and make the girl face her once more.

“Oh.” the girl processes the information.

“I’m Lena.” she pushes her seat closer to the blonde who looks her way once more, still a little confused. “And you are?” currently captivated by the newcomer’s Irish accent.

“Kara.” she smiles slightly after finding the ability to focus.

“I’m wondering, Kara,” she mentions the blonde’s name, loving the way it rolls right off her tongue. “If you’d be gracious enough to show me around the school?” bright blues look uncertain.

“You want me to show you around? Kara questions unbelievingly.

"Yes.” Lena assures, certain there’s no one else she’d rather spend time with than this girl who’s unknowingly done what countless others before had failed miserably to do: capture the Luthor heiress’s interest. “You see it’s my first day and I would very much like the company of the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my entire existence.” it’s certainly not an exaggeration for Lena Luthor who’s intent on charming her way into the blonde’s life.

“Beautiful?” Kara continues looking dubiously at the raven haired newcomer, a blush adorning her cheeks as her hand travels toward her scars.

“Yes.” she affirms unabashedly. “I figure it would allow me to get to know you, Kara.” she wants to make her intentions known, wants to satiate her curiosity and drown herself with whatever information the golden haired girl wishes to share. “Besides, you wouldn’t want me to get lost now would you?” the blonde has a kind face.

“I wouldn’t want that.” the blonde finds herself saying.

“Excellent. Now, would you mind telling me what chapter we’re studying?” she inches closer toward the blonde’s textbook, letting her shoulder press against Kara’s who’s gaping at the sudden intrusion of personal space. “Relax.” she says, bolding placing a hand on the other girl’s knee, not daring to go higher for while she wants to let Kara know she’s definitely not interested in her platonically, she also does not want to scare the apparently skittish girl off. “I won’t bite unless you ask.” she assures, eyes sparkling with mirth while she grins roguishly.

Kara just averts looking into those captivating emerald depths. She tries to focus on the chapter before her but there’s a warm hand that’s still on her knee and the aroma of peaches with a hint of motor oil that’s surprisingly pleasant fills her senses.

Lena’s glad that Kara hasn’t shied away from her touch. She seems relaxed now so the billionaire doesn’t bother retracting her hand for the rest of the period.


It turns out, they have most of their classes together so when lunch rolls around, Kara doesn’t find it hard to be true to her word and show Lena around the school.

The school isn’t as big any of the old schools Lena’s attended so they’re able to get through the tour in little time before finally making their way to enjoy their lunch hour, passing through the empty classrooms as they head toward the cafeteria, walking side by side, shoulders but a hair’s width apart.

“So, tell me about yourself.” Lena broaches the subject that is Kara.

“There’s not much to tell.” a hand flies up to her face. She fidgets with her glasses, tilting them up and down on the side of her frame, risking a glance at those curious emerald depths. “I’m not very interesting.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Lena murmurs, honestly coating her tone.

“I’m being honest.” she’s not belittling herself out of false modesty but Lena is unconvinced. “I mean what would you like to know?” Kara finds herself offering, wanting to continue the conversation so she can hear the shorter girl’s sultry brogue.

“Everything.” she responds aptly.

“I don’t know where I’d begin.” she isn’t used to being put on the spot like this, but then again she isn’t used to having a beautiful girl at her side, one that seems to be taking every opportunity she can to come onto her, either.

“I say start with the basics then.” Lena smirks.

“I was born in Metropolis.” Kara recalls. “I had to move here when I was fourteen.” she doesn’t elaborate why and is thankful that the other girl doesn’t ask. Green eyes look at her expectantly and all the blonde can do is pout. “I’m sorry.” she apologizes. “I can’t think of anything else to say.”

“That’s alright.” they had time to get to know each other.

“I’m not used to this, you know.” Kara murmurs. “To someone wanting to get to know who I am.” she confesses. “I’m usually the quiet girl that sits in the back of the class, unnoticed by all.” no one really pays attention to scarred nerd. “I stick to doing my work as well as I can so the teachers hardly call on me.” she cringes at how nerdy that sounds yet Lena’s smirk only widens. “And I can count the friends I have in one hand.” she doesn’t want to disappoint the shorter girl, doesn’t want the newcomer to think she’s anything more than plain old Kara.

“So, no romantic entanglements I have to worry about?” Lena questions and Kara looks at her incredulously, mouth opening and closing as she struggles to process the raven haired beauty’s words and intention.

“That’s what you’re taking from my speech?” she pauses her stride, turning to face the newcomer.

“I don’t see the point in sugarcoating things.” one thing that she’s learning is that life is too short to bullshit her way through. “I was being honest earlier when I said that I wanted to get to know you.” Lena states. “I find myself incredibly interested in you, Kara.” she declares.

“I think you’re suffering from malnourishment.” the blonde rebuts.

“Well, I am quite ravenous.” her tone drops, voice throaty, as her eyes sparkle with coquetry. She boldly steps toward the bespectacled blonde, her fingers brush against golden locks, tucking them gently behind Kara’s ear. The blonde stands, frozen and totally taken back by Lena’s brashness and intrusiveness. “But I think there’s time for that later.” self-control has never really been her strong suit but her explicit methods don’t seem to be failing her now, seeing as Kara hasn’t slapped her or ran.

Still, she doesn’t want to push her luck so she begrudgingly retracts her hand and heads toward the cafeteria doors. She holds the door open and gestures for Kara to enter.

The blonde snaps back to reality and rushes past Lena who follows her inside. They gather their good quickly before Kara heads over to where she usually sits during the lunch hour and Lena sees four people seated at the table, a lanky dark skinned boy fiddling with a camera, a girl with caramel skin and wavy brown hair with her arm wrapped around an another girl with auburn.

There’s one boy who’s familiar to Lena, the one who unfortunately had to move his seat twice. She deduces that he’s in their year and attending the majority of A.P. classes that the blonde is in.

Hopefully she can spare him the glare and he’ll move on his own accord.

Kara takes her seat, greeting her friends with her patented smile while they all stare at the newcomer who is invading her personal space. By now, they’ve all heard the whispers. They know exactly who’s gracing their presence.

“So why are you slumming it with us, Lena Luthor?” camera boy questions.

“I’d hardly call spending time with Kara, slumming it.” she scowls at the tall lanky bald headed boy who bristles at her rebuttal.

“James.” the boy from her previous classes with Kara, Winn, reproaches with a terse look on his face. “What he means to say is, welcome to our table, Lena Luthor.” the aforementioned girl rolls her eyes at their antics.

“I’m not Beetlejuice, you know.” saying her name three times won’t make her disappear.

The comment earns her a small chuckle from the blonde by her side. She relaxes, focusing on the symphonic sound, and the fact that she’s the one who made Kara laugh with her rapier wit. It all comes to an end too son and Lena realizes that the blonde’s probably just catching wind of her last name since the girl hadn’t been paying attention in physics.

She’d managed to escape roll call since she transferred in today and the teacher’s probably hadn’t upgraded their rosters yet.

“Excuse their rudeness.” Kara recovers. “That’s Maggie and that’s Alex.” the caramel skinned girl, Maggie, gently nudges the auburn haired Alex who’s glaring daggers at Lena. “That tall one is James and you know Winn from our A.P. classes.” she introduces the table. “Guys and girls, this is Lena as you all apparently know.”

“Charmed.” she remarks as she plunges her fork down into her mashed potatoes.

“So,” the little one, Winn she thinks, begins and Lena looks up from her plate. “How are you liking Smallville so far?” he asks. “Wait, that’s kind of a stupid question isn’t it? I’m sure it’s boring compared to Metropolis.” the boy reasons. “Not a lot of stuff happens here, unless you count the occasional pranks on the famers and the cows.” he remarks sadly. “I’m sure you’re bored here. I know I am since I have to wait a week before our computer store gets the new Ryzen processor.” the boy sulks. “I swear, I told Mr. Collins to order those…”

“Winn.” Maggie interjects before the little one goes on a full rant about the new computer processor. “Let Lena answer your question.” they look at her expectantly.

“It has been eventful.” she faces the beautiful blonde beside her, smirking as she licks the mashed potatoes off her spoon. “And I’m quite certain Kara here will make sure I’m properly entertained, won’t you Kara?” she sends the blonde a wink and is quite pleased when she sees the girl’s cheeks turn pink.

“If you want me to.” Kara stammers.

“I definitely want you.” she knows she’s being downright suggestive, borderline lewd with the way she’s undressing the girl with her eyes, but she’s enjoying how the blonde’s skin turns redder with each provocative comment.

“You know, I’m sure Lena can find other ways to entertain herself.” Alex interjects heatedly.

“Yes but it’s not as fun when you play with yourself.” she smirks challengingly at the auburn haired girl who’s practically foaming at the mouth. “I’m sure you two would know what I’m talking about.” her eyes drift toward the two girls who are obviously a couple so she doesn’t quite understand why Alex is seething because of the special attention she’s giving Kara.

“She got you there, Alex.” Maggie snickers, placing a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek to wipe the sour look off her face. “You’re alright, Luthor.”

Lena isn’t really seeking their approval and doubts she’ll ever get the majority vote seeing as Alex is still glaring at her, James looks like he’s brimming with jealousy, and Winn is obviously still suffering from the effects of her threat and glare.

Not wanting to instigate a heated debate, she chooses to merely observe their interactions, keeping her eyes on Kara of course.


She leans against the locker wall, knowing her intended will have to come and grab her textbooks in order to complete their homework assignments.

Lena had been disappointed because she’d been forced to part with Kara since they had different electives. The blonde had her writing elective and the young Luthor had chosen mechanics. Luckily, they only had five classes instead of the six, a perk of being a senior.

She sees that beautiful shade of gold turning the hall, heading straight in her direction. Blue eyes widen as they land on her, no doubt the blonde is wondering what she’s doing hanging about her locker room.

Kara flashes her a small tentative smile.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Lena encourages, wanting to address the billion dollar elephant in the hallway that is her surname. “Speak what’s on your mind.” Lena hadn’t anticipated her being a Luthor would be a problem, mostly because she thought Kara had known.

Then again, the girl had been busy looking out the window. And Kara isn’t the type of girl to get caught up in the gossips.

“I guess I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around it.” she confesses as she opens her locker. “You being a Luthor just makes this,” she gestures between the two of them. “It just makes things stranger.” Kara admits because she can’t quite comprehend certain things about Lena’s and her intentions.

“What?” her head tilts questioningly.

“The fact that you’re so interested in me.” because Lena’s probably met people from all over the world yet she seems to be truly captivated by plain old boring Kara.

“Not really.” she smirks defiantly and Kara hates that she’s so easily charmed by the raven haired girl. “We Luthor’s have the keen ability to see the potential where other’s cannot.” it’s what makes their business so profitable. “How about I give you a lift home?” Lena offers. “I did say I wanted to get to know you.” she needs Kara to understand she’s serious.

“Oh, I still have to stay for the paper.” Lena recognizes this as the blonde’s way of gently pushing her away and the youngest Luthor realizes she has her work cut out for her. “I’m the editor.”

“Really?” the blonde ducks her head and nods in response. “Then I’ll wait.”

“You don’t have to!” Kara turns hastily toward the raven haired beauty, head shaking vigorously. “I mean, we have lots of homework and I still have to finalize the layout for Friday’s edition.” Lena reaches out, placing her hands over Kara’s as the blonde clutches her textbooks like a lifeline. “I would hate to trouble you.” it’s half the truth.

“It would be impossible for you to trouble me.” she says as she takes the books out of the apparently aspiring journalist’s hands.

“You’re not going to take no for an answer are you?” Kara deduces.

“Luthor’s never do.” she purses her lips. “I’m certain that’s our lesser known family motto.” Kara can’t help but be charmed by that damned accent. “Trust me, darling,” she secures other girl’s texts in one hand as the other flies toward the blonde’s face. The youngest Luthor takes the journalist’s chin between the crook of her index finger and her thumb. Emerald green meets baby blue and Kara feels like she’s drowning in quicksand, unable to move and break herself free from the newcomer’s captivating gaze. “It’ll be easier if you just get used to me being around you seeing as I can be quite relentless.” Luthor’s are a stubborn breed. “Unless you can give me a genuinely valid reason as to why I shouldn’t be.” she challenges.

Kara says nothing, merely turning around. Lena smirks as she trails beside the blonde, clutching the newspaper editor’s books as they head toward the paper room.


It continues. Their bond develops, mostly because wherever Kara turned Lena would be there at her side but strangely the golden haired maiden doesn’t mind the young Luthor’s relentless pursuit.

Still, it’s been weeks and Lena feels like she’s still not close to attaining her ultimate goal because here she is, wandering the streets of Smallville alone on a Saturday because Kara’s busy with an errand that she must absolutely attend to. It’s always seems to be the case. After finalizing proofs for the paper or doing their homework, Lena would drop her off at the Kent family’s flower shop to take care of whatever mysterious business she has and take her leave.

Whatever it is, it apparently consumes her weekends as well.

But of course, the raven haired genius wishes to respects the other girl’s privacy more than she wishes to satiate her curiosity so hasn’t once asked what it is Kara’s so preoccupied with. Whatever it is though, Lena believes there isn’t a good enough reason for the blonde to turn away from what they could have.

So it absolutely confounds Lena because she’s almost certain the blonde’s so close to succumbing to their ever-growing bond.

She can see it in Kara’s eyes, the way they soften whenever their gazes meet, but most of all she can feel it whenever she touches the blonde beauty, how soft and welcoming they’ve become under the tips of her fingers.

But still, there’s something stopping the blonde from accepting the affection she’s so willingly giving.

She’s too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice her surroundings so imagine her surprise when she feels a pressure around her knee. She looks down to find a little girl with a very familiar shade of gold adorning her locks.

Her eyes narrow as she looks down into the little girl’s bright blues and she swears she’s looking at a miniature Kara Zor-El.

“I don’t think I need to ask who you belong to.” she whispers to the little girl who looks at her in fascination. “Are you lost?” the little girl shakes her head. “Playing then?” she ventures a guess and earns a wide grin from the adorable toddler. “Why don’t we go find your playmate? I’m sure they’re looking for you.”

“There you are!” a very familiar voice catches Lena’s attention.

“I assume this little beauty is yours then?” the young Luthor guesses and Kara’s eyes widen with panic. Lena grasps on the little girl’s hand, the one that’s still on her thigh, while they walk toward the frozen blonde. “Kara?” her eyes narrow as she observes the obviously alarmed Kara. “You alright?” she reaches out to the taller girl, placing a hand on her arm that’s meant to anchor her back.

Kara blinks, turning from Lena and choosing instead to focus on her miniature version who is looking curiously between the two of them.

“Yeah.” her voice betrays her, cracking with the weight of her anxiety. “I’m fine.” there’s an edge in her tone, one that seems to be warning Lena not to ask any more questions. “I just…” she breathes but it does little to rid her of the weight she feels inside her lungs. Green and blue keep observing her, both shining with worry and Kara wants nothing more than to appease both the girls before her so she plasters on a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes but it seems to satisfy the little girl. Not Lena, of course. “I see you’ve met Vera.” she introduces the toddler. “Vera, that’s my…”

“I’m her Lena.” Kara’s blushing now but still looks so guarded. “So she’s the errand you absolutely must attend to?” Lena smiles as she grasps the little girls hand as they walk over the obviously tense blonde.

“Was an ewwand?” the toddler asks.

“A mission that someone absolutely must do.” she bends her knees, so she could look straight into the little one’s eyes. “And I don’t blame Kara for wanting to spend time with you.” this earns a wide smile from the toddler who can’t be more than three years old.

“Youw eyes are pwetty.” the little girl states, completely mesmerized. “Gween like weaves on twees!.” she squeals excitedly.

“Yours are too.” she bops the little girl’s nose.

“Cos I got Yeyu’s eyes!” the girl declares proudly, looking up at the older blonde who’s gazes at Lena guardedly and it reminds the Luthor of their first meeting.

“Yes,” Lena hadn’t been certain before but now there’s no doubt in her mind. “Your Yeyu has very nice eyes.” she agrees, giving both blondes an earnest smile. “And we wouldn’t want them to get tired having to look for you all time, would we?” the girl gasps, shaking her head profusely. “Maybe no running off next time then?” she suggests and the girl pouts before nodding. “Wouldn’t want Yeyu to get worried, would you?” the tiny blonde turns and faces the older blonde, dragging Lena closer to the frozen writer.

“I’m sowwy, Yeyu.” she continues to pout at Kara. “Yeyu?” the little girl grabs onto the older blonde’s hand, jolting her free from her thoughts. “I’m sowwy.”

“It’s alright.” she smiles a smile that doesn’t brighten her eyes.

“You not mad?” the girl needs further assurance so Kara shakes her head. “You shuw?” she’s full on puppy dog pouting and Lena’s glad she isn’t on the receiving end because she’s certain there’s no way in hell anyone can resist that look.

“I’m sure.” she smiles again, this time it’s sincere. “Now come, I think we’ve taken enough of Lena’s time.”

“Oh.” the little girl pouts once again.

“It’s quite alright seeing as I am actually quite free.” she announces, watches as the light seeps back into the little girl and it’s clear that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

“Really?” the little girl looks up to Kara. “Can she come wit us to the pawk?”

Kara sighs because she knows she is powerless to deny the girl such a simple request. It would be unfair to disappoint the girl and it certainly doesn’t help that she knows Lena won’t refuse the offer to spend time with her either.

“If you want?” Kara extends the invitation, meeting Lena’s gaze.

“I want.” Lena doesn’t want to intrude, doesn’t want to burst the bubble Kara’s surrounded herself around. There’s a reason why Kara’s kept the existence of this little girl from her and the young Luthor doesn’t want to tear down this particularly sensitive barricade. “But only if it’s alright with you.” she wants Kara to have a choice in the matter.

Kara looks torn then, between wanting to keep the wall between them just a little longer and her desire to please the toddler, the genius, and of course herself.

“What do we say?” Kara turns toward the little girl.

“Can you pwease come to the pawk wit us, Leeena?” she’s batting her eyelashes now and Lena actually has to fight herself from cooing at the adorable blonde who has her hand stretched out to the raven haired newcomer.

“It would be my pleasure.” Lena remarks, taking the small hand in hers.

“You sound diffwent.” Vera notes as they begin their stroll toward the park.

“That’s because I’m not from here.” she informs the little toddler. “I was born in Ireland.” the girl looks to be confused. “It’s a country across the ocean.”

“Yeyu is from the oder side too!” Lena nods, knowing the tradition of Krypton had been for female descendants to hyphen the first name of their father with their last. “She was bown on Kwypro!” she declares a fact that Kara hadn’t shared with Lena but the genius had deciphered it rather quickly.

“Krypton.” Lena gently corrects. “I’ve been there once, on a ski trip.” the island was located between the arctic and Russia. “It’s cold but so beautiful.”

“Is Iwand beautifu too?” the little one is curious.

“Yes.” Lena answers honestly. “There’s a lot of castles where old princesses lived.” she laughs at the amazed look on the girl’s innocent face. “Lot’s of greens everywhere. You’d love it there.”

She continues to talk about her homeland, tells the little girl tales about the myths of the Gods and Goddesses of the old world, before looking at Kara. Lena notices the blonde seems intent not to meet her stare, content to listen as little Vera asks the questions that the blonde hadn’t permitted herself from posing herself.


“She’s out cold.” Lena announces as she makes her way down the stairs of the Kent household and Kara isn’t surprised since the little girl spent the whole day running around the fair grounds.

“It’s a miracle you’re still standing straight.” Kara teases the raven haired girl who spent the whole day chasing after the little blonde. “Thank you for today, for all the days you’ve spent with us.” Lena scowls not liking how the aspiring journalist is sounding like she’s about to say goodbye. “I don’t know how I could ever repay your kindness.”

“There’s nothing to repay.” Lena guarantees.

Her presence around Kara and Vera has been a regular occurrence. She’s taken quite a shine to the little blonde while Vera practically worships her newest playmate. It’s no wonder that they’re inseparable now, parting only when the Kent’s need Kara and even then, there are times when Lena’s invited to stay for dinner.

“There is.” Kara turns away, unable to meet her gaze. “I haven’t been fair to you.”

“I don’t mind baby sitting.” she comments, treading lightly toward the blonde who looks like she’s about to confirm the truth. “Not for such a smart and sweet and beautiful girl.” it’s Lena’s truth. “Who clearly takes after her mother.” she broaches the subject she knows Kara’s cautiously approaching.

The blonde smiles thankfully at the genius.

“Most people assume she’s my sister and I don’t bother to correct them.” and Lena would have too, if it weren’t for the panic stricken look on Kara’s face, her obvious discomfort, and the fact that Kryptonese is one of the many languages that Lena learned. “It’s not that I’m ashamed of her or anything like that. I just…”

“Don’t want people to know because you’re afraid they’d judge her for it.” Lena remarks understandingly.

“I was….” Kara pauses, gathering her emotions.

“You don’t have to explain.” because she accepts the kindhearted blonde no matter what. But the blonde shakes her head. “You don’t need to justify a thing to me or anyone else for that matter.” she’d never judge Kara for what others may perceive to be a mistake.

“No.” there’s tears brimming behind those glasses. “I do owe you an explanation.” she asserts. “Because I want…” there’s a crack in her voice. “I need you to understand…” Lena nods, giving Kara her full attention. “I was sleeping in my room.” and already the young Luthor dreads where the blonde is going with this conversation. “And I heard a crash… I went down stairs to my father’s office and saw my father on the floor, bloodied and unconscious.” the tears are falling and ever drop falling feels like a dagger is being driven through Lena’s chest. “I looked over to the safe and saw a man emptying it, then on his desk was my mother, she was screaming as they…” she shakes with anger as she remembers the man who pummeled his way into her mother. “She screamed at me to run and I tried but they caught me and then it was my turn….” it’s too much and everything comes barreling down, the floodgates of her emotions are opened as the normally bubbly blonde begins to sob uncontrollably.

“Kara…” Lena wastes no time, wrapping her arms around the beautiful girl who’s trying to push her away but the young Luthor continues to wrap her arms around the distraught girl.

“The police came and the men had been too busy arguing to notice the snipers…” Kara continues with her story after she gathers herself enough to push through. “I was lucky enough that they didn’t sensationalize the news on the media.” she’d been fortunate to escape public scrutiny. “Apparently Cat Grant took pity on me and decided not to publish what really happened to my family, blackballed my story from leaking out.” and Lena understands now, why Kara has been so passionate about news and controlling how information is released. “I had been too traumatized to worry about what happened to me that I didn’t think about…” her eyes drift toward the stairs, were Vera’s room is located. “I don’t want anyone thinking she’s a mistake because she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” she declares resolutely. “Martha and Jonathan took us in because Clark though it would be best for us to have a quiet life outside the city.” she’d come after the pregnancy and that’s why no one had known. “We were fine and I thought I could never want anything more…” but then Lena came along, like a wildfire that blazed past her defenses. “But I was selfish.” she pulls herself from Lena’s embrace, ripping herself out of the raven haired girl’s comforting hold, bright blues ablaze in anger and disappointment. “That’s what you make me, Lena. Selfish.” she watches emerald greens flicker with confusion. “I liked having you around me, liked hearing you talk about everything and nothing, and most of all I liked it when you touched me…” she turns away as though she’s revealed an abhorrent truth. And perhaps for Kara, she did see it as such and that just breaks Lena’s heart all the more. “But do you understand now, how absurd the idea of you and me is?” there are tears, hot and angry and filled with shame and all Lena wants to do is erase these feelings. She doesn’t want Kara to feel guilty for wanting her, not when she had no reason to. “I’m sorry that I let it continue for so long, that I let you…”

“Is this why you’re telling me this? You think this’ll be the thing that will push me away, drive me to the furthest corner from you?” Lena shakes her head in disappointment. She knows Kara’s doing this because she thinks it’ll force Lena to see how unworthy she is. And Lena disagrees wholeheartedly because Kara she deserves only the best this world has to offer and the youngest Luthor will gladly spend the rest of her days proving it to the blonde. “If that’s the case then you underestimate my feelings for you, Kara.” she stands firmly. “I’m here to stay.” she declares, leaving no room for argument.

“Lena…” a strong pair of arms wrap around her as the floodgates of her emotions break, Kara sobs uncontrollably into the raven haired Luthor’s collarbone.

“I’m here for you.” Lena says, pulling away from Kara slightly so green can meet blue. “I’m here for Vera.” she declares as she wipes away the blonde’s tears. “I’m not asking for you to return my feelings.” even though they both know Kara already does. “I would never ask you for anything you’d be unwilling to give.” and the blonde knows this. “I just want you to accept my presence as a constant.”

“Even after… still?” she asks, though she can see Lena’s truth clear and tangible in the young Luthor’s emerald green depths.



She sits, staring at that chiseled jaw, thankful that those green eyes are currently focused on the pages of her novel. It allows Kara to stare at the raven haired beauty and sit and wonder why she’s still gracing her with her presence when it’s obvious that the rest of the school wants a piece of the Luthor heiress.

Yet Lena seems content to just bide her time, reading a book, waiting for Kara to finish writing her article for the school paper or spending her free time accompanying Kara and Vera.

“I can feel you thinking.” the genius looks at the blonde expectantly.

“I still don’t understand, how it is you’re still here.” she’d shared with Lena her most deplorable truth yet the genius stays. “How you can sit there and continue to look at me like that?” because those greens still gaze upon her like nothing’s changed, still simmering with want and affection that seems to be amplified daily. Lena still stares at her like she hung up the moon and painted the stars on the night sky. Perhaps the only difference now is that Lena looks at Vera fondly as well. “Still?”

“All I see,” Lena’s hands flies toward the distraught girl. She cups the blonde’s face with one hand, while the other was busy tracing the scars adorning Kara’s features. “Is you.” she doesn’t see a strong survivor or a shattered soul. “Sweet,” she takes Kara’s hand in her own. “Smart,” she links their fingers together. “Strong,” she brings the Kryptonian’s hand near her lips. “Pure,” her lips meet the back of Kara’s palm, bringing a blush to the blonde’s delicate features. “Irresistible.” and she knows that this is Lena’s truth, that it hasn’t changed despite her sharing her own truth.

“Irresistible?” Kara repeats. “Pot calling the kettle black much?”

“Oh, well I already know I am.” she remarks confidently as she frees her other hand of the novel, inching closer to the blonde. “I wouldn’t be here with you if I weren’t.” she remarks, challenging Kara to dispute her statement. “But you know, I wasn’t done with my list of your attributes yet.”

“Oh?” apparently Lena isn’t done listing all of the blonde’s desirable qualities.

“Honest.” it’s a refreshing trait, perhaps one that she admires most about Kara. “Virtuous, like a modern day heroine really.” she raises her free hand, brushing her knuckles on the blonde’s cheekbone. “I’ve been to five continents on this Earth.” she needs Kara to understand that she isn’t some passing dalliance. “Met girls and women from all over.” slept with more than her fair share. “But you are the most breathtaking creature I’ve ever beheld.”

It’s hard to tell, who’s inching closer. It maybe Kara, it’s probably Lena, or highly likely that they’re both unable to deny their attraction to one another anymore. Their lips are but a hair’s width apart and Lena feels Kara’s warm breath upon her and they’re so close to meeting.

An excited squeal breaks them apart as Vera runs excitedly around the Kent’s backyard.

Lena sighs as Kara slowly, almost painfully, regains her personal space. The young Luthor decides she must get used to little Vera’s interruptions seeing as they’ll be happening in their future. Besides, it’s simply impossible to be upset at the adorable girl who is so much like her mother.


To her credit and Lena’s absolute glee, Kara doesn’t avoid her after their almost kiss like she’d been dreading the blonde would do. Then again, it’ll be impossible for Kara to attempt since Vera and the Kents have welcomed Lena so openly in their lives. Hard to believe but even Jonathan Kent, the notorious Luthor skeptic, fell to the youngest Luthor’s charms much to Lena’s utter delight and Kara’s absolute shock.

It’s made Lena even bolder now with her flirtations and advances. There’s not an instance when she doesn’t blatantly proclaims her wanton desire. She constantly creates opportunities to touch the blonde.

And according to Winn and Maggie, they were the talk of the town. Not that Lena really cares.

But she knows that Kara isn’t used to the attention, doesn’t want any of it, so the young Luthor’s been actively trying to make sure it won’t affect the blonde or her daughter. Thankfully, her charm and last name can influence almost everyone’s good opinion. There are of course stragglers who are refusing to stop spreading hateful words about her relationship with Kara.

Lena knows they are merely jealous so she hasn’t really paid any of them any attention.

But as she waits against Kara’s locker she sees Simone Smythe, the mayor’s daughter, and Leslie Willis, the school’s number one gossip, heading her way she knows that’s all about to change.

“I see you’re still busy with the Kent orphan.” Simone practically sneers, envy clear and present in her entire demeanor. Her nose upturned because she believes Lena to be fraternizing with someone of a lower class when she is clearly the better pick. “I don’t even know why you’re bothering with her.”

“Maybe she’s into the girl next door type.” Leslie Willis, the school’s number one gossip, remarks. “I mean, aside from those god awful sc-”

“If you want to keep your tongue,” the young Luthor steps toward number two and three of Smallville High’s most popular students. She knows they’re looking to knock her off her peg somehow, because Lena’s number one. “Keep your mouths shut.” it’s downright barbaric, Lena knows, but Luthor’s are known for their vicious nature.

“Is that what you got kicked out from your last school?” Leslie is ready to stir the rumor mill with her next juicy gossip.

“Do you really think it wise to antagonize me?” she cocks her head to the side, regarding the pair of imbeciles before her. “You think you can rule this quaint little town but my reach extends farther than your tiny little minds can ever comprehend.” it’s the honest truth. “So if I hear either of you uttering one more deplorable thing about Kara, I will make your pathetic insignificant lives miserable.” as her grandfather taught her, there are worse things than death. “Now run along before I show you just how ruthless a Luthor really is.” she snarls, enjoying the fear that’s shining through their entire demeanor.

They wisely follow her order and the Luthor smirks triumphantly. As they pass Lena’s met with a familiar pair of bright blues that are wide with shock. No doubt the blonde’s surprised because the raven haired beauty had been nothing but sweet and kind. Sure she’s a bit of a wise ass and a downright flirt but Kara had never thought Lena would be capable of being cruel and cold like the Luthor reputation that precedes her.

“Are you alright?” Kara asks as she steps forward, nearing Lena’s cautious form.

“How much of that did you witness?” the blonde takes a purposeful step toward the young Luthor who won’t meet her eyes, fearing she’ll see disappointment directed her way.

“All of it.” she speaks honestly.

Lena channels her inner Luthor, gathers her courage, and readies herself for journalist’s reaction. She expects to be chastised, for the Kryptonian to advise her not to delve into her Luthor upbringing, for her to be told to ignore the bullies. But what she gets instead is a warm accepting hand on her cheek, one that guides her gaze toward Kara’s bright inviting blues.

“You’re not upset.”

Kara shakes her head, smiling brightly at the young Luthor. Her fingers trail down the raven haired beauty’s cheek to her wonderfully cut jawline.

“Why would I be?” Kara’s hand continues to move, grasping onto Lena’s, as she entwines their appendages together. The young Luthor looks at the blonde disbelievingly. “A little surprised.” she admits. “Because you’ve always been so warm and thoughtful.” not just to her but Vera as well. She blushes and Lena’s eyes narrow curiously as she listens intently to the girl’s next words. “But you know, I’m here for you too.” Kara murmurs. “The good the bad and the in between.” and she accepts Lena as a whole, just like Lena accepts her. “Though I’m certainly hoping I never get on your bad side.”

“You never have to worry about that.” Lena assures quickly. “Neither does Vera.” they’re the only two people in existence who can boast this fact.

“I know.” she actually smirks and the raven haired beauty can’t help but swoon. “Rao help the person who does.” because the Luthor wrath is infamous. “But you do know that Leslie will probably be telling everyone you hit her and that’s probably why you were expelled from school.”

“I wasn’t expelled.” the young Luthor knows Kara’s been wondering what the billionaire’s daughter is doing in their quaint little town. “I did nothing impressive to land me here but tell you what, go out with me tonight and I’ll answer whatever questions about me.” she’d been planning on telling Kara, seeing as the blonde had told her truth so now it’s only Lena’s turn, but the genius figures she’d take the opportunity to deviously extort an outing with her favorite person.

“Go out with you?”


“But it’s a school night and…”

“I’m sure Alex and Maggie won’t mind watching Vera for a little while,” because Lena knows Kara doesn’t want to abuse the Kent’s kindness. “And if not, well we can even bring her along.” Kara looks at her like she just suggested they go burn the gym down. “Come on Kar, live a little.” “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” with that, Kara can’t help but nod her head.


“I’ll swing by around 6 tonight.” Lena grins whilst Kara curses her damned accent because it never fails to melt her resolve.


Lena parks the car and immediately rushes toward the passenger’s side to open Kara’s door. She extends her hand and the blonde instantly takes it.

“We’re at look out point.” Kara notes as she looks around the empty cliff side.

“Well we’re at a cliff point but not the one everyone frequents.” she wanted complete privacy, an intimate setting where they wouldn’t be seen by the unwelcomed masses. “This is cliff side view from the Luthor estate.” she cranes her neck toward the Luthor manor on the edge, the mansion by the edge of the beach.

“Oh, sorry.” she fiddles with the rim of her glasses in embarrassment. “I’ve never been to look out point.” she’s always been focused on Vera and her studies. Her gaze is out onto the ocean, seemingly endless, and full of possibilities. She feels the cool breeze caress her features and takes in the beauty before her, completely oblivious to Lena’s movements behind her. Kara turns and sees that Lena’s finished setting up. “Wait, is this a date?” she looks at the picnic blanket laid out in the middle of the field.

“Yes.” Lena thought she’d been obvious.

“I’ve never been on a date before.” which means she’d probably never been asked out on one before.

“Oh.” Lena frowns, suddenly feeling like she should have made an even grander gesture so Kara could better commit this moment to memory. “I should have prepared a better soiree than this.” she eyes the basket she made, scrutinizing their surroundings, a frown etching into her mouth.

“It’s perfect.” Kara appreciates her efforts all the same.

“I’ll just make it up to you next time.” because the Luthor in Lena won’t accept anything but the excellence she knows that’s what Kara deserves.

“Next time?” she plants herself down on the blanket, eyes narrowing playfully at the confident heiress. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you Luthor?” though they both know she’d probably say yes to anything Lena wanted, trusting the raven hared heiress wouldn’t lead her or Vera astray.

“About you,” she joins the blonde, positioning herself beside the beauty. “Absolutely.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” and Lena knows she’s only being playful but it’s an opportunity for the genius to further validate her feelings for the blonde so she takes Kara’s hand in hers, squeezing it like she’s afraid that once she lets go the Kryptonian will be carried far into the wind.

“I haven’t.” Lena assures. “Yes, I’m a sweet talker and a decided flirt but I’ve never declared my feelings for someone so explicitly as I have with you.” she gazes deeply into those warm trusting blues. “You’ve been honest with me and so now I should probably do the same.” Kara waits for the raven haired heiress to continue. “I’ve had my share of girls throwing themselves at me just because I’m a Luthor.” she admits. “And I let them because I thought I might as well enjoy myself because one of the privileges of being who I am is having things come so easily.” she wills their eyes to remained locked, not allowing herself to turn away. “I thought I could get away with everything and I have,” the byproduct of the Luthor gene. “But then my grandfather was diagnosed,” there’s a weight pressing against her throat but she pushes through. “I told father and mother I wanted to come home and they wouldn’t deny me my wish.” she smiles. “They never do.” because despite their massive fortune, Lena knows she’s the one they treasure most. “So I returned to Metropolis but I just couldn’t stand seeing my poppy in that bed, looking so frail with all those tubes..” her voice begins to falter. “So I lost myself for a while, trying to run away from the reality of it all, like a coward I ran from the one situation I couldn’t control.” she doesn’t bother controlling her disappointment or anger. “I was reckless and desperate to forget so I wasn’t there when he needed me most.” Lena scoffs derisively. “He died and I wasn’t there.” there’s anger boiling through her veins. “My parents decided we should take this moment to grieve,” her father and mother wanted a quiet and peaceful time for their family. “They’ve been so sweet and understanding.” not once did they display any disappointment at the youngest Luthor. “And I don’t deserve any of it because I am every bit the spoiled socialite everyone’s claiming me to be.”

“Lena.” Kara starts, ready to prove Lena wrong but the heiress won’t allow a reprieve from her guilt.

“There’s no excuse for what I’ve done.” she confesses her greatest shame. “But I learned quite a bit from it all,” at least she took some lessons from her loss. “Now I’m done running.” she means it every time she tells Kara she’s here to stay. “I don’t want to hide anything from you.” she’s prepared to cut through the bullshit and lay out all her cards. “From the moment I saw you sitting in that corner, looking out that window, dreaming of a world beyond the one you know, of the life that could have been.” Kara’s eyes bulge because she’d never told anyone this. “I knew I had to have you.” it was a pull she’d never felt before. “I want you.” she doesn’t want to lose any one else. “I want Vera.”

“Why?” it’s incomprehensible, the girl who could have anyone and anything, wanting some one with so much baggage.

“Because you’re you.” Lena answers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Sweet, and smart, and kind, and pure.” she brushes Kara’s hair back. “It’s very rare to find a girl so so very beautiful inside and out,” her hand settles on the Kryptonian’s cheek. “One who doesn’t even know how special she really is.”

“Lena..” the other girl always knows what to say.

“But I want you to want me to.” because Lena refuses to be another person to take from Kara.

She leans forward pausing when she feels the blonde’s breath upon her lips and Kara knows she’s giving her a way out, a chance to back away, the opportunity to forget all this but for her to turn away from Lena is impossible.

Kara responds by placing a hand on the back of Lena’s neck and pulling her closer until their lips meet.

Because Lena makes Kara so selfish.

And a lone tear falls from Kara’s eye because she can feel Lena’s compassion, her kindness with each movement and each caress. She’s never been touched like this, with so much desire and devotion, and Kara never believed she’d be able to feel how a kiss should be, not after all that happened.

The blonde presses their foreheads together after they part for air. Green meets blue and she smiles, ready to impart another truth.

“I think I wanted you the moment I looked into your eyes.”


Kara practically skips out the door, chancing one last glance at her mirror, before heading out into the hall.

The last instance she’d ever felt this giddy was when she was eight years old, about to climb onto a pony for her first riding lesson. A lot has happened in between then and now, things that made her believe it impossible to feel such unadulterated happiness that didn’t necessarily concern her adorable daughter.

But here Kara Zor-El is, brimming with so much happiness that she feels her chest will burst with her overwhelming zeal.

She hears laughter, raucous yet still contagious, as she heads further down the stairs. When she looks out from the bottom of the stairs she finds Lena seated at the Kent’s dinning table, with Vera seated in her lap.

“Good morning,” it’s meant to be a greeting for everyone though her eyes are locked only onto Lena.

“Yeyu!” the little girl greets as she bounces on Lena’s lap, hands outstretched, clamoring for her breakfast table hug and kiss. “Kisses!” she declares and Kara smiles at her very affectionate daughter.

Kara makes her way around the table, placing a kiss on both Jonathan and Martha’s cheeks before slouching toward her daughter. She gives her three kisses, one on either cheek, and another on her nose, earning a grateful giggle from the little toddler. Kara then hovers toward Lena, uncertain what she should do considering last night’s events.

“You not gonna kiss Lena, Yeyu?” little Vera asks and Kara’s blushing while Lena continues to look at the blonde, smirking with her perfect brow curved upward.

“You’re certainly welcome to.” Lena sultrily invites.

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to disappoint Vera.” Kara quips as she inches toward the raven haired genius, but the problem was she didn’t know exactly where she should plant her lips.

“Just Vera?” Martha Kent teases and the aspiring journalist blushes even darker.

“For God sakes, Kara!” Johnathan Kent laughs at the older blonde’s conundrum. “Just kiss her.” so Kara does what the audience is requesting and plants a quick kiss on the raven haired genius’s cheek.

“The cheek?” Lena pouts and Kara can’t help but roll her eyes affectionately at the sullen girl.

She pushes forward again, planting another kiss on the Luthor’s face, this time landing one her lips and Lena beams, looking smug and so incredibly content. Kara plants herself beside Lena, readying her breakfast whilst Lena continues feeding Vera off her plate.

“You didn’t have to pick me up.” Kara gently reminds.

“Isn’t it expected of couples to ride to school together?” the raven haired genius cautiously questions because despite their exploits last night, they hadn’t quite established their relationship.

“Well, yeah but…” she hears Martha actually cooing. “Wait, does that make me your girlfriend?”

“I’d certainly hope so.” Lena declares.

“Oh.” she processes the information, chancing a glance at the Kent’s who are merely observing their interactions with wide smiles accompanied with a euphoric look. “And that makes you my girlfriend too right?” she’s still uncertain about how relationships are conducted.

“For now.” Kara looks at her in confusion as the raven haired beauty places a hand over Vera’s eyes. She doesn’t have time to dwell because her mind becomes too foggy when Lena presses their lips together in a not so chaste kiss. One that’s broken when Jonathan Kent clears his throat rather loudly. “I’m going to marry you one day, Kara Zor-El.” the raven haired rebel breathes against her and Kara knows that statistically, couples in high school hardly ever make it to the altar. “I asked Vera and she said it’s okay.” the little girl nods and smiles while Kara laughs at her daughter’s enthusiasm.

But there’s not a statistic that Lena can’t defy so Kara finds herself eagerly resigning herself to the fate that the youngest Luthor’s designed for them.

“I’d be okay with that.” Kara murmurs against Lena’s lips.


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Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 3 093
summary : Reader and Kai are friends and go together to celebrate Thanksgiving at the Salvatore’s house.
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Kai got up early and walked to Y/N’s house , ringing the doorbell. Usually he’d sneak into her house through her bedroom window but not this time. It was his favourite holiday and he wanted to do things right for a change.  A moment later Y/N’s dad opened the door , letting him inside.
“I think she is still asleep but you are welcome to wait for her downstairs until she wakes.” said her dad.
“Thanks.” said Kai smiling , putting his hands on her father’s shoulders. “But I think I will go upstairs and wake her up myself.. and you are not going to come check up on  us.”  and the next second he whooshed himself upstairs in her bedroom seeing her door was cracked open. He smiled and pushed it in , seeing Y/N curled up into a ball , semi hanging off the bed. Kai walked inside , sitting on the opposite side , pulling her towards him.
“Wakey wakey.”
“5 more minutes dad…” mumbled Y/N pulling the covers over her head.
Kai laughed at her words, tickling her through the covers.
“Not your dad sweetheart , though you can still call me ‘daddy’ if you want.”
Y/N pulled the covers over her head finding Kai grinning over her. His eyes sparkling with excitement as he tapped her nose. She glanced at the clock noticing its barely 7.25AM , then back at Kai.
“What ? H-how did you get in my ro- bed?”
“Front door. Weirdly your father is not on vervain. I wonder who got him off of it.” said Kai amused. “Oh right. I did.“ he laughed.
She couldnt help but smile. Kai might be dangerous around everyone else but not around her. Y/N got to see a side of him no one else did. He was charming , funny and sometimes annoyingly cute but she loved him just the way he was with all the good and the bad.
“Should I be worried you made sure my dad can be compelled or ?”
“Nah … Don’t worry. I just wanted him to allow me to sneak into the house whenever I want without interruptions.” he said smiling. “Now , get up. It’s THANKSGIVING !!! My favourite day of the year !”
“What about Christmas ?”  she asked yawning , rubbing her forehead with her thumb and index finger. Kai was like a little kid on Christmas morning. The most dangerous thing about him today would be how much food he’d try to get her to eat.
“Christmas is fun but I like Thanksgiving best.” he grinned. “Come on , get up !” he pulled the covers off her , pulling her hands until she was in a sitting position. “There is so much to do - turkey , cranberries , stuffing OH and those glazed carrots !!”
“I know , I know … Caroline already send me a whole list with chores the other night.” she said getting up. Her friends had invited her to Friendsgiving and of course everyone had chores to do and a schedule to stick to. Kai looked at her confused.
“What does Candice had to do with today ?”
“Didn’t I tell you ? Sorry … classes and all. Must’ve slipped my mind.” she laughed nervously. “Caroline invited me over to celebrate Friendsgiving … well Thanksgiving at the Salvatores…and you are coming as my plus one.”
Kai stared at her as if she had just dropped a nuclear bomb in the middle of her bedroom. Her friends didn’t like him and he didnt really feel like spending the day with them , but he also wanted to spend the day with Y/N. He liked being around her , talking or just sitting together doing nothing.
“Lose the sad face.” she tickled him. “Smile. There is nothing to be nervous about - I’ll be there and -”
“They don’t like me. What if -”
“No , no , no. No ‘but’ or ‘if’. “ she said wrapping her hands around her best friend. “You are coming or I’ll be very very sad … and mad at you.”
“You know I cant say no to you.” he smiled. “Now , where is that list Candice sent you? I dont want them to hate me for ruining Thanksgiving , also I make the best stuffing. Literally to die for.” said Kai excitedly.
“Ah well thats perfect because stuffing is our responsibility.” smiled Y/N.
“Fantastic !” said Kai grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over his shoulder making her laugh. “Lets go sweet cheeks. I am making you breakfast.”

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Request: so this probably got lost but I was wondering if you could do a damon x reader where reader gets taken by Julian, tortured and then forced into transition before damon rescues her? – @set-it-to-wumbo

Pairings: Damon x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst

Word Count: 2096

A little fluffy at the end!

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You looked around you, looking for anything that can get you out of the chair you were tied to. You pulled on the ropes, your skin roughly rubbing against it, drawing blood. You hissed in pain but still tried to get away from your restraints. You have been taken by Julian and you had no idea where you were. You weren’t even sure if you’re actually still alive with all the things Julian had done to you. To say that you’re wounded would be an understatement. He’d hurt you as you talked back to him and for sure, you were feeling so weak.

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The Immortals- Part 24- Driving Away

Hi, hello, bonjour :D

Here’s a little thing I wrote, I know I haven’t been posting in a few weeks, I am so sorry but I am so busy :(

I also wanted to thank you so so much, I reached 1000 followers and I still can’t believe it!

Words: 1032

I hope you like it!

Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there and I’m on my tablet which is still horrible so some words might have auto corrected in French…

Plus, obvioulsy, I have no idea how long it would take to go from MF to Charlottesville so…just go with it, lol.

Enjoy :D

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