okay but can we talk about how thoughtful jinyoung is and how pure yugyeom’s answer is??? jinyoung worries that his jokes will hurt others aND YUGYEOM JUST LOVES HIS HYUNGS SO MUCH HE’S WORRIED THAT THEY’LL DISLIKE HIM :((
there is nothing stopping anyone from playing monopoly like a roleplay tabletop game besides, perhaps, individual fear or insecurity of the unknown. but you can completely do that. there is nothing in the rulebook saying that the dog game piece is not a modern domesticated orc. mostly because there is no rulebook for this but i’m making it up now and i guess that’s how it is around here. you have your map. you have your campaign concept. and is not the banker performing a role. is that not.. a dungeonmaster performance i ask u.. why are we afraid to open our hearts to the concept of dnd monopoly
⚠️Mild violence warning, and oh yeah- a shit load of swearing too ⚠️
* Your pov*
You and Hannah burst into the boys locker room. Most of the guys hills red and whistled at you both whilst others hid away- pulling up their short or heir shirts back on. Hannah pulled you through the clouds of sweat and testosterone.
“Y/N, Hannah, you know you can’t be in here” Zach informs you
“Why? Afraid we’re gonna see a bunch of dicks form a bunch of dicks?” You snap
“Nice one” Justin says as he makes his way over to you.
You spot Montgomery by the mirrors.
"Of course you’d be at the mirror you vain fuck” you whisper under your breath before storming over to him. He spots you approaching him in the mirror and turns to face you.
“We need to talk” you demand “Like, now”
Montgomery looks at you expectingly then holds his arms wide open “Talk then” before slapping them down by his thighs.
You look around- everyone’s eyes we’re on you. “No-not here”
"Why not?” Bryce questions as he swings his heavy arm over Montgomery’s shoulder.
Montgomery folds his arms over his chest “Whatever you have to say. You can say it infringes of my boys”
All the boys murmur in agreement and begin to surround you and Hannah.
"Fine. Why’ve you been ignoring my calls, and my messages and my-
“Here we go” Bryce says- earning a crescendo of deep male laughter from the others.
"You can’t just have sex with a girl then just ignore her!” Yells Hannah
“Hannah?!” You snap
"Shit sorry” she pleads and you sigh
“Babe-baby” Justin says calmly, putting one of his arms over your shoulder. “Montgomery here isn’t the type of guy to be in relationships- and to be honest- your not a relationship type of girl”
You scoff and shrug his arm off your body. What the fuck is that suppose to mean?
“Your a- how can I put his nicely… a one night stand” says Bryce
"A smash and dash” adds Marcus
“Or a hump and dump?” A random jock suggests from across the room
"A hit it and quit it” Justin continues
“Guys. That’s enough” Zach says, joining the circle. You watch Zach, he throws a quick but subtle smile at you but you just cut your eyes at him.
"An ejaculate and evacuate” Bryce adds to the list “Its nothing personal. Don’t take it to heart”
“Nothing personal?” You repeat. You look up at Montgomery “Is that all I was to you?”
He doesn’t respond- he was barley able to look at you.
You continue “Because you we’re so much more to me”
All the guys ‘aww’ sarcastically in unison.
"Shut up!” You yell at them. You take a deep breath and hold Montgomery’s hands in yours “And I know how much I mean to you. You wouldn’t have chased me so much if I didn’t mean anything. Remember?”
"No comment” Bryce says, making the others laugh again but you just ignore them.
“We even had sex because I thought it was what it wanted” your voice had risen “I wasn’t ready but I did it for you and now your just gonna treat me like shit?!”
”..Sorry” Montgomery shrugs- no emotion in his tone whatsoever
“Your an ass!” Hannah spits
“And your a slut!” Montgomery snaps back.
Offended. Pissed off. And on the verge of tearing him a new one, you raise your hand and slap him across the face, but before anyone could react, he does the same to you. Stunned, everyone stood silently as you held your cheek which was now tingly and warm.
A few tears began to stream down your face.
“What the fuck Montgomery?!” Alex shouts
"Mind your business Standall!” Bryce yells back
Justin pushed Montgomery against the locker “Never hit a woman. Are you crazy?!”
"Yeah, that’s fucked up!” Marcus added
Hannah grabs or hand and basically drags you out the locker room. You stop outside the nurses office and you just brake down crying.
He hit you and it was embarrassing. He hit you and it was physically painful. He hit you and it ached your heart because all you wanted was for him to love you. When did it get so bad? When did you begin to accept abuse? Other relationships weren’t like this. This wasn’t normal.
“It’s okay- it’s okay” Hannah says as she hugs you. You sob in her arms for a long time before you brake away and wipe away the mascara from your chin. Hannah even wipes a tear from under our eye.
You stare into her bold blue eyes “Thank you Hannah”
anon said : can you do a yugyeom enemy to fwb smut where the reader is a bit younger? thank you!
Summary : You say you can’t stand him. He tells you to take a seat then.
Warnings : language, smut
Word Count : 2.8k+
If Yugyeom interrupted the lecturer one more time, you were going to take the stapler off of the desk and staple his lips shut. Okay… not really. That was a really gross thought actually. You discreetly shook your head, trying to get the image the thought had conjured out of your mind.
You had been thrilled to be selected as a TA during your first year of college. The thrill had lessened slightly as the year had progressed. Honestly it wasn’t the job that had lessened the thrill. Everything would have been fine if Yugyeom wasn’t a student in the only class you were working as a TA in.
Yugyeom. College Junior. Majoring in dance. Minoring in music. A complete jerk.
It seemed that he’d made it his job to annoy every serious college student, go to every college party, and to have sex with every hot college girl. And one more thing… what was it… oh yeah! He’d made it his job to annoy the shit out of you.
Perhaps Emma and Hook will be married but from my point of view, based on Once Upon a Time episodes and script, Emma will be married with him but Emma and Regina will always be true love.
I have been thinking of this wedding and the fact it’s the episode number 20, when there are two more episodes to end the season. What if the wedding is true but it doesn’t mean a paper can’t be break in two. What if Emma and Regina are together, what if Swanqueen is endgame after all? It makes sense when you think of all their story, all the glances, the sacrifices, the magic.
One thing is true in all the show: True love is magic. And Hook and Emma haven’t had that yet. However Emma and Regina made an eclipse together, Emma touched Regina and she got her magic. Emma became the dark one to save Regina from that. Regina almost died using her magic in the well to bring Emma back. Emma didn’t keep Henry but Regina adopted him. Emma told Regina that if it’s necessary, she has to kill her. Why are you saying this to a friend? Honestly, you tell this to your true love, because is the last thing thing you want to see before dying. But no, Emma chose Regina, and Regina chose Emma to take that decision.
I really want to think all this, all the show, all these moments are intentional and all these things make of Swanqueen a strong love story. Because if they make Emma and Regina canon in the two last episodes makes sense because they don’t have to explain anything else because all fit together when you think of all the things they shared.
I am still waiting writers give me reasons to think that Emma and Hook are true love. Because they didn’t yet. But what they have made is giving us a lot of reasons why Emma and Regina are true love.
Why writers don’t write that? Why writers chose to write Regina finding Emma’s blanket and not hook? if he is her boyfriend, he has to know everything about her, including that. Why Robin didn’t do anything to save Regina? but no, Emma did, no matter what. Why writers didn’t go on writing about OutlawQueen? no, they chose to end the relationship.
Why Regina is always jealous when someone is with Emma? why if she is a friend? Regina should be happy if Emma is happy with Hook, but they chose to write a Regina who is jealous and hate Hook when Emma’s parents are okay with that and Emma is their daughter. Writers chose to write that Hook, who lies to Emma since season 3 and a friend who would do whatever it takes for Emma.
Perhaps I am wrong (due to the episodes) but what if I am right? What if Emma looks at her family, at Regina before saying “I do” and sees all the moments they shared and realises Regina is the one she loves? What if Emma and Regina are fighting with themselves to come out of that closet and at the end of the show they see the truth they had in front of them? They will be accepted because at the end of the day…. true love is magic.
But Swen, we are not the only one who thinks of this possibility. Why CSers are so afraid? if my ship is canon why sould I be afraid of Regina? because honestly, they see what we see. They see the possibility Emma chooses Regina. Why not? Adam and Eddie will give what every one want. They wanted CaptainSwan, they had that. They wanted a wedding, maybe they will have a wedding but at the end of the show, what if Emma chooses Regina?
I always wondered about the significance of Yashiro’s affair
with one of Hirata’s men in one of the flashback stories. I could never really figure
out why it was included and what was so important about it until recent plot
developments. So here is my theory about the mysterious man from Yashiro’s
early yakuza days.
This is me, sbmisstaylor, the girl behind all your posts. It’s funny how we reblog girls we find on instagram or pinterest, but we’re SO afraid to show our own. Why? Granted there are a million reasons like all the haters that want to see you fail. However, stay strong and and show them love.
Am I embarrassed to be a Sugar Baby? Nope. I hold Louboutin’s arm so everyone can see! Those people don’t care about me, they won’t think about me the next day going, “did you see that girl and that older man?” No. They don’t send me good morning text, talk, laugh and support me. Why would I care?
To all my faithful sisters out there who look for advise on my blog. I’m here, I’m a real person.
When I was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You probably did too; you just don’t recall it. See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.
9, 12, or 46 if you still want suggestions for the prompts. also, i love your writing style. also, sorry for being awkward – i've never sent an ask before. greetings from munich!
I’ll post 12 and 46 in separate posts :) And thank you so much <3<3 you’re so sweet! You don’t seem awkward at all, no apology necessary. Did a fifth year fic.
9. “I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
Simon had been tracking Baz for months now and had very little to show for it. Once he had even caught up with Baz in the Catacombs but that had ended on a very strange and unsatisfactory note. Unfortunately Baz was better at hiding his vampirism than Simon had originally assumed he’d be.
Tonight Simon had taken more precautions than ever before. Using a quiet as a mouse, Simon had made sure that even Baz’s vampire hearing wouldn’t catch the sound of his footsteps. Silently he maintained a careful distance from Baz as he weaved through the Wavering Wood.
Simon hadn’t thought about what he would do if he caught Baz in the act. He was pretty sure that he was more likely to get lost than actually keep up with Baz, let alone catch him drinking blood. But he was determined to try his best and figure out the rest later.
Simon paused as he realized that in getting caught up in his own thoughts he’d forgotten to pay attention to where he was going. What was worse, he wasn’t even sure he was still tracking Baz. He sighed. This was what Penny had warned him would happen. With a glance around him he determined that yes, he was lost and no, Baz was nowhere to be found. At least, that was what he thought.
Suddenly hands grabbed him behind and wrenched him backwards into a tree. Baz was glaring at him, his eyes burning with rage in the dark. Simon didn’t say anything, too shocked to come up with anything. Baz had not been there a second ago, he was almost certain of it. Plus, Simon was a solidly built guy; Baz should not have been able to throw him around like a rag doll. He knew vampires were strong and fast; but somehow he’d not truly believed Baz to be a vampire until this moment.
“What are you doing Snow?” Baz said.
“I-I told you. I told you I would find out.”
Baz seemed more likely to kill him than he had ever before. Simon knew this, yet he couldn’t shake the building excitement inside of him. There was something about the way Baz’s hand was gripping him and the blazing intensity in his eyes that had Simon’s nerves jumpy.
“And it never occurred to you that if you were right, chasing me into the forest was the worst possible thing you could do?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Baz said with clenched teeth, “That if I’m a vampire, you’re dinner.”
Simon swallowed uncomfortably. As it turned out he hadn’t considered that Baz hunting would be dangerous to him. But it made sense. Why would Baz eat subpar rats if he could have a human being? A human being he hated, at that.
Baz’s eyes flickered to track the movement in Simon’s throat as he swallowed. He knew his Adam’s apple was obvious but he wasn’t sure what it had to do with Baz being hungry.
“So what are you going to do?” Simon said.
Baz studied his face for what seemed like forever. Then he was loosening his grip and turning away.
“Just leave, okay?”
Simon knew he should listen, that it was time to go. But he couldn’t suppress the strange desire to push Baz further. He stepped forward with one hand reaching to Baz.
“What are you doing?” Baz said.
“I’m not sure,” Simon responded honestly.
He backed Baz up into a different tree. In truth, the rational part of Simon’s mind was screaming at him to run and never look back, and not just because of Baz being a vampire. No, there was something scarier hovering above them both in the wood, something that made Simon shiver with anticipation just as much as fear.
He glanced up and was surprised to see his feelings mirrored in Baz’s grey eyes.
“What?” He said.
Baz looked away from him.
“We can’t do this.”
“What is this?”
Baz’s eyes flashed.
“Even you can’t be that thick.”
Simon stepped forward, pinning Baz to the tree with his chest. There was something raging underneath his skin that was fighting to get out. He wanted to find purchase in the feeling of Baz’s skin, his hair, his mouth.
“Why can’t we? Are you afraid of me?” Simon said.
Baz laughed coldly.
“Of you? Snow, I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
Baz said this while exposing his teeth in an eerie smile. His canine teeth were lengthened and sharp, Simon didn’t recoil, didn’t even pause to think about it. Instead, he leaned forward and pushed his fingers into Baz’s raven hair. Baz tensed, as if Simon were trying to hurt him, but didn’t tell him to stop. Simon looked into Baz’s eyes, giving him the chance to throw him off. When he didn’t Simon leaned forward and kissed him lightly, careful not to nick himself on Baz’s fangs.
Baz seemed uncomfortable, like kissing didn’t come naturally to him. But then Simon was opening Baz’s mouth and Baz didn’t seem so caught up in thinking anymore. He felt Baz’s hands reaching up to grip his neck, his cold lips insistent on his mouth. It was thrilling, more so than Simon would have thought possible hours before, and Simon realized dizzily that he had wanted this for a long time.
With a gasp Baz threw Simon off. Simon stumbled backwards but didn’t fight it. He knew if Baz needed him to back away it was serious. With a furtive glance he saw that Baz had his hands on his knees.
“I almost…bit you,” He said, voice breathless.
“I wouldn’t have stopped you.”
“I know.” Baz said.
They stared at each other, neither of them saying a thing.
“You still afraid?” Simon asked.
Baz straightened and seemed to assess himself. After a moment he walked up to Simon and shyly grabbed his hand.
Why I'm still afraid to hold my girlfriend's hand.
In 2017, we still can’t just be us. And things are only getting worse.
By Kirsten King
Mar 28, 2017
I sat in a small photo booth watching a smile spread across my face as my girlfriend, Jane, pressed her lips firmly onto my cheek. It was one month after the election and we were at Dave & Busters, distracting ourselves with arcade games and oversize beers. The countdown for the last photo came onto the screen in front of us, “5 … 4 … 3…”
Suddenly, a man stumbled into the booth and purposefully jumped in between us.
I tensed immediately. On the “fight or flight” scale of dealing with crisis, I usually fall somewhere in between “flight” and “melt into the ground and hide.” Jane usually chooses to fight. She pushed the stranger out, looked back at me, and then back at the screen. We both smiled in a way that didn’t reach our eyes as the camera flashed.
“What a fucking jerk,” Jane spat as she walked out, grabbing our photo absentmindedly. “If we were a man and a woman — he never would have walked in,” she said.
“I know,” I said, the depth of her anger just dawning on me.
“We should say something,” she said. “We should tell him he can’t just do that.”
I wanted to advise against it but it was too late. She spotted him.
“Hey. You’re a real piece of shit, you know that?” she said, pressing her index finger into his chest. My stomach flipped — I knew how these confrontations usually ended for LGBTQ people. He flashed an unaffected grin and laughed.
“Relax,” he said and walked away.
His response, though brief, turned inside me. “Relax.” I realized now why she was so mad. She was mad because we couldn’t relax. We couldn’t kiss and touch and be us, and not be watched by other people. That was a privilege that we had not yet been afforded as a same-sex couple. Not even in a photo booth. Not even behind a curtain. Especially not in 2017.
Maybe in the past, we would have brushed it off. We would have taken the photo and hung it up on the fridge, ignoring the context which it was taken in. But we were exhausted. We were tired of small moments being taken away from us; we wanted things to be easier. But under an administration with a hugely questionable LGBTQ track record, that end didn’t feel like it was in sight.
I remember the first time a man made me and another woman feel unsafe. It was at the Baseball Tavern in Boston, a bar known for heavy pours when the Red Sox lost. Her name was Angela, and she would end up with a good Boston boy a few years down the road, but not that night.
She touched my wrist softly, pulling at a bracelet an ex-boyfriend had given me. Electricity pulsed through me.
“Kiss her, already!”
We turned to see a group of guys ogling us. Angela dropped her hand.
“Maybe buy us a drink first,” she said, smiling at them.
She wasn’t sick of it yet — the attention we got while out. She didn’t realize that accepting a Whiskey Sour from a guy hoping for some sort of group sex scenario meant that guys would keep asking. She didn’t realize the more we played into a game with rules we didn’t make, the more we’d never be allowed to make our own.
The guys smiled. Angela turned back to me.
“Don’t worry. I’m just kidding,” she said. “But hey, if the drinks are free,” she laughed.
Her words cut through me, despite the protective layer of cheap tequila. I was upset because their ogling and her acceptance made me feel like there wasn’t an “us.” It made me feel like our relationship, as minor as it may have been, only existed to the outside world as a performance, even if it was the most real thing to me.
Being a feminine bisexual woman, I have the privilege of passing as straight. I can walk down the street and any Tom, Sue, or Larry will assume I’m your average hetero gal. I’ll be read as “normal.”
But when I’m dating a woman or a person of color, that story changes. That makes Tom, Sue, and Larry all stop.
During Barack Obama’s presidency, various legislation protecting the LGBTQ community was passed, including the legalization of same-sex marriage in all 50 states. Stationary goosebumps sat on my arms as our former president stood at a podium and declared the Supreme Court ruling a victory not just for the community, but for the country.
I felt like maybe people were starting to get it, like maybe the days of leering at two women in a bar or giggling as two men held hands were over.
The night it passed, I went to a bar with two male friends who were dating. I remember how they looked at each other like the whole world was laid out in front of them. As they exchanged whiskey-soaked kisses, I couldn’t help but feel like we were finally getting somewhere, like the community had been handed a little Monopoly card that said we could all pass Go.
Then Donald Trump came into office and things got even harder. Because even if we had the card to pass, it didn’t mean it would be easy.
What was scarier than any of his potential legislation were the people who marched proudly for him. Suddenly, people felt safe in theirhate again. Suddenly, holding my girlfriend’s hand brought first glances that led to second glances, and second glances that led to stares. Even in Los Angeles, a city bursting with people from all walks of life, people were watching us again. My relationship wasn’t just my relationship anymore; it was a political statement.
At least it sure as hell felt like it.
The news cycle brought rumors of anti-adoption LGBTQ bills, but outside, the news was scarier. A friend was spit on walking down the street with her girlfriend. Hateful graffiti was painted on the Los Angeles LGBTQ center. Trolls starting finding me on YouTube and Twitter.
“Two girls kissing? Nice.” one comment read. “Why is everyone turning gay?” said another. “You’re going to hell,” said another. “Die,” said countless others.
It was clear the floodgates that had been struggling to hold back hate for so long had been perforated in a big way. Jane and I were whistled at walking down the street more and jeers flew more easily from car windows. And it wasn’t just happening to LGBTQ people. A Muslim friend rode the train five stops past her apartment to avoid a group of leering white men. A Mexican-American friend pretended not to see graffiti that read, “Go back home,” as we walked to our favorite lunch spot.
And none of us feel home, not really. Because people who maybe hated us all along aren’t just silently steaming anymore: They’re knocking at our doors.
I realize that the love that exists between me and the person I’m with won’t be understood by everyone; not completely, and not right now. Men will continue to leer and mothers will continue to avert their children’s gazes. The highest form of government may even say someday that I don’t deserve the same inalienable rights unless the future I choose is with a man.
And knowing that does make it hard to “relax.”
But I must remind myself to enjoy the small moments that are just for us; the moments that no other person, group, or legal system could ever call into question.
I’ll enjoy the way the nerves in my stomach bubble over with a mixture of excitement and terror every time I realize how much I care for the person I’m with. I’ll enjoy the way electricity moves through me when we touch and the way our laughs sound when we know we’re laughing for no other reason than feeling completely understood.
And most of all, I’ll enjoy the way my girlfriend’s hand is the only thing that can make me feel safe, even when I know I am not.
There is an undeniable chemistry between Kara and Mon-El, which is certainly the doing of Melissa Benoist and Chris Wood. They’ve breathed life into this relationship through their portrayals, and they look to have found that attraction in real life, as well.
B is for Belong.
As in Kara and Mon-El belong together. We’re less than a season into their relationship, and already they’ve convinced us.
C is for Couches.
Somehow Kara’s couch has become Karamel’s “thing,” which is so amazing on so many levels. So many beautiful and significant moments have happened on that couch. Whether it’s been their playful flirting, sizzling make out sessions, or finding comfort in a time of need. Whenever there’s a scene on that couch, you better be paying attention.
D is for Domesticated.
Is there anything cuter than watching these two puppies make each other breakfast? Wait, let’s raise you one: doing the laundry. Despite this hectic world that both Kara and Mon-El are a part of, they manage to flourish in those small moments of domesticity that make our hearts swoon. More please!
E is for Ease.
Perhaps one of the biggest factors in Kara and Mon-El becoming an item is the ease that goes into believing their relationship. I didn’t see their romance coming, but after watching it evolve and watching these two interact every week, there’s just an easiness that comes with their relationship. It’s not forced. It’s not uncomfortable. It’s more than enjoyable. F is for Forgiveness.
People are far from perfect. And the same goes for Kryptonians and Daxamites. Kara and Mon-El have both proven that they’re capable of getting caught up in things and making mistakes. But perhaps the most important thing is that they’ve both been able to forgive each other. It might take a little time, but forgiveness eventually comes.
G is for Glasses.
Puppies in glasses! Kara and Mon-El might have secret identities when interacting with the outside world, but they don’t have to put those walls up when around each other. But we have to admit, they both look beyond adorable in their “surely-nobody-will-recognize-me-because-I’m-wearing-glasses” glasses.
H is for Happiness.
If you’re not happy, then you’re not living. While Kara has always been an optimistic person who always tries to approach things with a smile on her face, we haven’t seen her this happy in a long time. That smile. That relaxed stance. The words, “I’m happy.” And Mon-El’s happiness speaks for itself. If Kara and Mon-El are happy, then we’re happy.
I is for Inspiration.
Mon-El is far from a perfect person. It’s what makes him so endearing – that he’s trying to become a better version of himself. And he told Kara that she is a big reason why. Not because he wants to be with her (though he does), but because she inspired him to want more. To be the best version of himself. She makes him a better person. In fact, both have found inspiration from each other.
J is for Jealousy.
If there’s one thing that’s incredibly enjoyable as a shipper it’s watching your couple get jealous. Jealousy is a petty emotion, but it makes for some great television. And just like they do with everything else, Kara and Mon-El manage to make jealousy incredibly cute. Because these two are so good, so sweet, it’s like two puppies fighting.
K is for Kryptonite.
We’re speaking of metaphorical Kryptonite, as Mon-El told Kara that she is his. Basically, Mon-El will fall at her knees. She has an incredibly impact of him. Not only has she inspired him to be a better person, but she’s captured his heart in a way no one else has ever done. He’d do anything for her. This might be the one (and only) Kryptonite that we approve of.
L is for Love.
While Kara hasn’t yet said that four letter word, there’s no denying that there’s all the makings of a loving relationship between these two. But hearing Mon-El tell Kara he loves her was as touching as it was heartbreaking (given the circumstances at the time.) But just looking at these two, you can see it in their eyes. It’s just a matter of time.
M is for Musicals.
Whether it’s watching The Wizard of Oz together on the couch or living a real-life musical, musicals have an importance for Karamel. A lie tore them apart, but a musical brought them back together.
N is for Not perfect.
Kara and Mon-El are not perfect. And we could not be more relieved. Because where’s the fun in that? Kara and Mon-El continue to make mistakes and continue to make amends. They show us an accurate portrayal of a healthy relationship (minus the whole alien thing.)
O is for OTP or OTA.
As in One True Pairing or One True Alien. In less than just one season, Supergirl has shown us the makings of OTP and endgame as Kara and Mon-El continue to surprise. They weren’t a ship I saw coming. But as soon as it hit me, I was a goner.
P is for Partners.
Is there anything better than partners in life and in work? I didn’t think so. So it’s a treat to watch Kara and Mon-El be partners out in the field, as well as at home after a long day’s work protecting National City. They have each other’s backs; they support each other. Always.
Q is for Quirks.
Name me a cuter couple with adorable puppy-like cuteness – I’ll wait. That’s what I thought. Kara and Mon-El as individuals have their little quirks that make them beyond endearing and always manage to bring a smile to your face. Together? They’re lethal with their cuteness.
R is for Respect.
While they might disagree from time to time, there’s no denying that Kara and Mon-El respect each other and each other’s decisions. There’s never been a question of that respect. But it’s definitely something that is a strength in their relationship.
S is for Sacrifice.
There’s nothing greater than sacrifice. It’s something that is the ultimate test of a relationship. What are you willing to give up for your significant other? They’ve risked themselves for each other. The fact that Mon-El was willing to sacrifice his happiness to ensure that Kara live, that tells you all you need to know.
T is for Trust.
Despite the small hurdle Kara and Mon-El had to overcome in regards to his origin, there is a deep level of trust between the two. On more than one occasion they’ve had to put each other’s lives in the other’s hands or had to trust that the other was making the right decision.
U is for Understanding.
It’s kind of ironic considering Kara and Mon-El, who hail from warring planets, began their relationship with this prejudice and unwarranted hate. But this season has shown the two be more open to acceptance, and how they’ve developed this understanding of each other. It’s really beautiful.
V is for Verbal.
Kara and Mon-El aren’t afraid to speak their minds. Perhaps that’s why we get so many adorable, little spats between the two as they aren’t afraid to be themselves. It would be easy to keep your feeling inside and eventually develop feelings of spite. Arguing is necessary. Arguing is healthy. W is for World.
These two mean the world to each other. Kara and Mon-El both save the world and are each other’s world. It’s poetic.
X is for Xs & Os.
All of the hugs and kisses! They’re sweet, they’re heartbreaking, they’re sexy as hell. Supergirl struck gold here with Kara and Mon-El.
Y is for Yearn.
Before Kara and Mon-El became an item, there have been moments where both of them have yearned for the other at some point. Mon-El vyied after Kara’s affections for quite some time, and it was heartbreaking to watch as he opened his soul and she was too scared to accept. But we soon got to see Kara yearn for Mon-El, as well. It’s heartbreaking, but so, so good.
Z is for Zealous.
Kara and Mon-El are still young in their relationship, but there’s already this sense of devotion to each other that makes their bond even stronger. They’re hopelessly devoted… (were you singing that, too?)
“she’s asleep” your mother whispered to your father and you waited for the sound of the door closing.
you jumped out of bed fully dressed. grabbing your phone you opened the window and climbed down the ladder that was sat under your bedroom window.
“i’m on my way” you texted and while you waited for a response you put on your headphones
“i’m waiting” he replied
the lights of pops illuminated your face in neon colors and you could see the person you were here to meet through the window.
when you walked through the door the bell rang and he looked up . he had already ordered you a milkshake
“hey” you slid in the booth sitting across from him grabbing your milkshake
“hi” he said quietly. more quiet than usual and it worried you he was never this quiet
“whats wrong?” you asked taking a sip of the milkshake in front of you
Jughead sighed “we can’t keep doing this” he gestures between you two with his hands
“what do you mean we can’t keep doing this” you ask and he rolls his eyes
“this we can’t keep doing this. you have to sneak out of the house just to see me you’re going to get caught because of me” you grab your boyfriends hands rubbing your thumbs over the backs in soothing circles
“Jughead, you’re right we can’t keep sneaking around” you start
“tomorrow you’re coming over for breakfast and we’re gonna tell them about us.” you say and almost giggle at his panicked face.
“what if they don’t want us together?” you laugh “then i guess they’ll just have to deal with it”
“mom, make an extra plate” you say walking into the kitchen
“why? you having someone over?” she asks and you nod reaching over to grab a piece of bacon
“you have to wait!” she scolded and smacked your hand away
“ouch” you rubbed your hand and went to the dining room and helped your mother set up
“why is there an fourth plate? is your mother here?” your father asked your mother ducking around as if there was bat in the house
your mother playfully smacked your father on the arm “no, Y.N is having someone over” your mother beamed
“oh are you now?” he asked and you nodded
the door bell rang and you jumped up “i’ll get it!” you yell running towards the door and there stood Jughead dressed in his usual clothing but he wasn’t wearing his beanie
“hey Jug wheres the beanie” you asked running a hand through his raven boys hair
he seemed to relax at the feeling of your hand in his hair
“i didn’t bring it” you grab his bag and take the beanie out "you never go anywhere without your beanie jug" you say
before he can say anything you place the beanie on his hand fixing some strands of hair “you don’t have to change Jug just be yourself"you assure him
grabbing his hand you lead him into your house and to the dining room where your mother and father were sat patiently waiting for your return
the sound of you entering the room alerted your parents
"mom, dad this is jughead” you began “my boyfriend” your mother gasps
“boyfriend?” she asks excitedly "boyfriend" your father says
there was a silence while you all ate
it was like they didn’t know what to say
“so” your father starts “how long have you and Jughead been dating?” he asks
you and jughead look at eachother and answer at the same time “eight months”
“eight months?” your mother says “why are we just now finding out?” she asks
“well, we were afraid of what you guys would say so we kept it a secret” Jug says
“is that why you were sneaking out all the time?” your mother says
you choke on your orange juice “You knew?” you say regaining your breath
“sweetheart i used to sneak out all the time you’re not exactly quiet” your father says
“i never knew you were sneaking out because of a boy” your mother says dreamily "you know i used to sneak out to go meet your father at this little treehouse-“ you stop her
"ew mom i don’t want to know what you and dad did when you snuck out” she nods
“it’s not appropriate for kids anyway” she says and your father gently elbows her in the ribs
“oh my god” you whisper
your parents asked their questions and Jughead answered truthfully and by the looks on their faces they were interested by him
“i should get going” Jug says and you both stand up
“i’ll walk you out” and you start to the door
“thanks for coming Jug” you say and he grabs your hands
“i’d do it a million more times for you” and you smile at the cheesy line
he leans in and your lips meet “they kissed Eliza” you hear your father whisper
you turn your heads and see your parents peeking around the corner but quickly turn when they knew they got caught
“i’ll see you later” you tell him and he kisses your cheek one more time before leaving
you shut the door and walked back into the dining room
your mother was hunched over the table and your father was sat in the chairs looking through an upside down newspaper
“i saw you guys” you say and walk upstairs to your room.