yesterdays lunch

i need me some jealous kara in my life, so of course i did what any person would’ve done and came with a bunch of headcanons to satisfy my own needs because that’s what self care is all about.

  • it all starts one afternoon, they’re downtown in one of lena’s favorite restaurants and kara’s talking excitedly about the new article she’s writing when lena’s phone goes off. usually when they’re together lena ignores it, she always says it’s business associates and insists they can wait but this time lena sees the name on the screen and smiles widely, “oh it’ll be just a minute kara, sorry” kara nods, motions her to go ahead and tries to focus on her pasta until she hears lena giggling “i can’t wait to see you! it’s been, what? six years?” something inside kara twitches. who is she talking to? most importantly who is making her smile like that?! that’s usually her thing. lena keeps talking to whoever is at the other end of the line as if she’s not there, beaming, chuckling… kara’s always believed herself to be someone non violent (for most the time) but she’s now wishing she could grab lena’s phone, throw it to the ground and break it.
  • turns out, lena says to her when they’re on the car ride back to l–corp, that one of her dearest friends from boarding school is planning a visit to national city and called her to see if they could get together, “her name is molly, we were together on science club and we hit it off right away,” kara knows it’s irrational to feel so… heated at the thought of lena hanging out with someone else because damn, she’s her own person and she’s allowed to have as many friends as she’d like but… it makes her extremely uncomfortable to think about lena laughing with someone that is not her. “i have to admit i had a little bit of a crush on her when we were younger,” and kara doesn’t know molly, has never seen her and certainly has no interest in doing it so but she already hates her.
  • “and then she said,” it’s game night, james and winn have paused mortal kombat to listen to her angry rant and alex is staring at her with wide eyes, beer in hand. “oh i used to have a crush on her, as if it’s the most trivial thing on the universe, did you know she was supposed to come tonight? i promised i would let her win at mario kart, but no! molly’s plane lands today and she called to say—i’m so sorry kara, i can’t make it, i’m gonna go pick her up, maybe some other time? can’t molly call herself an uber? does she really need to have lena’s attention all to herself? gosh it makes me so upset someone would be so selfish.” winn opens and closes his mouth a few times, not sure if he should say anything about the whole situation, james and alex are looking at each other, silently deciding on who should be the first to talk until finally alex breaks the silence. “kara… you don’t even know this molly person, didn’t you also say her and lena hand’t seen each other for years? it’s normal that they want to spend time with each other, catch up with what’s been going on in their lives.” kara crosses her arms over her chest and angrily stares out the window, she wants to bury her face on ice cream because though she knows alex is right she still wants to deck molly in the face.
  • lena is never late, if anything she’s always early to arrive to their lunch dates, but for the first time in months, lena luthor is fifteen minutes late and kara’s getting impatient, maybe she got caught up on work and didn’t see the hour, maybe she had to sign some contracts before leaving, maybe… maybe… she tries and call her twice but she doesn’t answer and that’s when kara gets worried, what if something happened to her? what if while she was on her way someone stopped her and hurt her? she’s tempted to alert the deo, tell them to search for lena’s location when she enters the restaurant a little breathless and with her hair disheveled. “kara i am sorry!” she sits down across from her and takes out her coat, “molly came over to my office and we started to talk, i didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” kara’s face goes dark. it’s wednesday, this is supposed to be their day, their afternoon, their time to be with one another without people interrupting and of course molly had to come and ruin it. “did you know molly has a motorbike? she dropped me off!” oh amazing, molly owes a motorbike, so does half the population of national city, she’s nothing especial. kara doesn’t feel like eating anymore and ends up leaving early. 
  • she’s punching one of the walls at the deo repeatedly, each punch harsher than the last. her knuckles feel on fire but it’s working wonders to get her mind off lena and her new best friend molly whom today decided to invite her to the beach. “what is wrong with her?” winn whispers to alex almost scared of kara’s sudden display of anger, alex shrugs and tell him she has no idea since kara refuses to talk with anyone about it. “she’s jealous,” j’onn says without looking up from the file he’s holding and both of them open their mouths in surprise. “psychic, remember?” 
  • “have i done something to upset you?” lena asks with her cheeks red in embarrassement and her voice breaking, “you’ve been avoiding me for weeks, yesterday you cancelled our lunch date because you said you had a lot of stuff to do but then you uploaded a picture on instagram with james in your pajamas eating popcorn. look kara, i know we all need our space sometimes but i’d rather hear the truth than finding out via social media that you’re lying to me.” she sounds so hurt and she’s almost on the verge of tears, kara feels awful she didn’t mean to make her feel bad, she was just tired of hearing her talk about molly and how amazing she was every single time they got together. “you want the truth?” lena nods eagerly and kara tries, she does, to keep her composure when she catches the necklace lena’s wearing… gold with rose pendant. “that is pretty,” she points to it and lena grabs it between her hands, “thank you! molly gave it to me yesterday.” kara feels her fist tighten. 
  • “well the truth is that molly is annoying,” she says standing up from her place and lena’s eyes widen. “yes, she’s annoying and she’s keeping you all to herself. it’s almost as she’s holding you captive! she’s taking you to the beach and to that art gallery i was going to take you, you are eating potstickers with her, lena, that’s our thing!” there’s no going back now… “and she’s… she’ probably ugly too—oh she has a motorcycle, how original! you know what lena, i can fly! i could fly you from here to paris in less than an hour, i bet molly can’t do that. you know what else i can do? lift you up, with one finger probably, can molly lift you up? no i don’t think she can. does she let you win at mario kart?! she doesn’t, huh, does she even know how to play mario kart, does she?!” 
  • lena looks at her in disbelief before she bursts out laughing and kara lets out a groan, “it’s not funny lena! i am much more interesting that molly will ever be and i’m—mphm!” lena’s kissing her, her cold hands are tangling themselves in her hair and she’s pulling her impossibly close and kara feels like she’s floating. for the first three seconds she doesn’t respond, but as soon as lena slips a warm tongue into her mouth her body reacts and she’s grabbing her everywhere. her face, her neck, her waist, her ass, lena gasps and they break apart. “sorry, i didn’t mean to… i just wanted to… you see this wasn’t what i had planned,” kara looks to the ground but it’s not for long because lena is grabbing her chin, making her look into her eyes and she melts. 
  • “love… i can’t believe you were jealous of molly.” kara clicks her tongue almost offended, she was not jealous of molly, she’s about to say it, to assure lena she doesn’t feel such childish emotion when lena gives her a small peck on the lips and her train of thought is stopped. “she’s married… and has two kids!” kara wants to hide under lena’s desk for the rest of the evening.

part 2 of 3rd grade teacher nursey?? yes?? ok

(part one)

  • calls all of his kiddos “little bro” regardless of gender. the occasional “little dude” or “little man”
  • the first time he wears a short sleeve dress shirt to school all the kids are obsessed with his tattoo
    • “mr n has a forever drawing on his arm :000″
  • hes the ultimate kid whisperer. anything these kids throw at him? hes got it covered
    • kids are fighting about who gets the 64 pack of crayons. jeremy got them yesterday and now he wants them again?? theres like 4 other kids who want to use them jeremy dont be a dick
    • nursey’s like “can i give you guys a special project? i need a big drawing to put up on the wall. but you all have to help and you all need to use the crayons”
    • jeremy, immediately distributing the crayons and getting a big ass piece of paper: ok mr n!!!!!!

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Author: @ninja-stiles

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Originally posted by effingstiles

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A/N: I love all the feedback you all keep giving me! I wanna be humble and say: “You’re feeding my ego, stop!”… but KEEP IT COMING! *Wink* I love it! Makes me want to keep writing! Love you guys! You give me the warm and fuzzies! I have a big weekend, so part 5 may not be posted until next week! XOXO

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Accidents Happen Masterlist

Originally posted by 0chlophobia

“Is she okay? Is the baby okay? What happened?” You hear Peter’s panicked voice from outside the door.

“Her blood sugar was low.” You hear Natasha’s voice, “She was lucky Ed – from security – caught her, or she would have hit her head.”

“I got a voicemail from her saying that her mom hit her with a bottle.” He said quietly, “Is there any damage?”

“Just a cut and some bruising. Her body will heal it once her blood sugar is back to normal.” You hear someone sigh, “I think we need to get her out of there. Especially, if she wants to keep your baby.”

“I’ve been a dick.”

“Yeah, you have been.”

“Yeah, you have been!” You call out, jokingly. Your back cracked as you stretched, “Now, can someone get me the hell out of this bed?”

The door was thrown open, and Peter ran in. His entire appearance was disheveled. “You’re okay.” He breathed out.

“I feel fine. Just sore.” You held out your arms, “Hug me?”

He ran to you, sitting down and pulling you up into his arms. “I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked, “I thought I needed time to think, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to talk to you. I was miserable, and being a jerk. Then, Tony called and said that you were in med bay, and I panicked.” He tightened his arms, “I had a full-on panic attack in front of Steve. I was terrified something happened to you, or the baby.”  

“’Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth.’ Benjamin Disraeli.” You smirked, burrowing your face into his neck and pressing a small, chaste kiss there. “You were upset. I get it. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“How the hell do you have these quotes memorized?” He sniffed, a smile in his voice and smoothing your hair against the back of your head, “I keep having to Google them to keep up with you.”

“I like to keep you on our toes.” You pulled back, framing his face with your hands, using your thumbs to wipe away any evidence of tears, “I’m sorry for being a jerk, too.” You pulled him down, pressing your lips to his. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer. Before you could get too intimate, though, you pulled back a little, keeping your foreheads together, “We need to talk about this. This isn’t something we can put off. There’s kind of a deadline – or due date, if you will.”

“You really want to keep this baby?” He asked, pulling back, but taking your hands in his, “You want to be parents at sixteen?”

“I just don’t think I could live with myself if I chose any other option.” You looked at your intertwined hands, “Are any parents really ready? At any age?”

“I suppose not.” He mumbled, bringing your hands up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles, “I just don’t want you to hate me, if things don’t work out.” He looked up, “Not th-that I think it won’t work o-out, you know? I just want to make sure you are ready to be stuck with me for the rest of your life. This isn’t something we can just back out of.”

“I was already prepared to have you in my whole life, however long my life lasts.” You smiled up at him, “Whether it be love or friendship.”

“Really?” His eyebrows shot up, “You like me that much? Wow, sounds like you’re a little obsessed with me.”

“Shut up, you ass.” You hit him in the shoulder, gently. “I fucking like you, okay? Like, a lot. You know I don’t take dating lightly. I’m dating you for a reason.”

“I thought you said you only liked me for my ‘hot bod and decent personality’?” He smirked, using finger quotes.

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

“You guys are weird.” Natasha’s voice came from the doorway. “I will never be able to get that sentence scrubbed from my brain. Thanks for that.”

“Hey, Nat.” You leaned over, looking behind Peter. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Apparently, too long.” She smiled, “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” You scooted over so Natasha could sit on your other side, “My face doesn’t hurt anymore. I feel fine.”

“I talked to your doctor.” She frowned, “Your blood sugar was really low. Not good when your hormones are changing. When was the last time you ate?”

You thought about it. “Well, shit… Lunch? …Yesterday, I think? I was freaking out.”

“You can’t do that, Y/n.” She scolded, running a hand through her red hair in frustration, “You’re pregnant. You need to eat more. You could really hurt the baby.” She slapped your arm, “And no more rigorous training until after the baby is born. Only exercise as much as the doctor allows. Cho is going to find you the best OBGYN. Tony already said that cost doesn’t matter.”

“I can’t let him pay for things.” You frowned, moving your hand over your small bump. “I can’t pay him back.”

“You can let me pay for things, and you will never speak of paying me back, ever again.” Tony waltzed into the room. “Everyone out. I need to speak to Y/n, alone.”

Peter kissed your forehead, “I’ll go grab you something to eat.”

You nodded, and the two left the room. “So,” You started, nervous about what Tony had to say. “What’s up?”

“I’m only going to say this once.” He put on his stern ‘dad-voice’ that he usually reserved for you and Peter, “You are getting emancipated.”

“Tony…” You sighed, leaning back against the pillow.

“Don’t you ‘Tony’ me!” He replied, furious. “That woman threw a fucking bottle at your head. I know this isn’t the first time she has hurt you, and it probably won’t be the last – if you fucking stay with that woman.” He started pacing. “You’re lucky that I haven’t reported her to Child Protective Services! You’re still a minor, and she has been abusing you.” He stopped, crossing his arms and facing you, again. “What if she hurts the baby?”

“She wouldn’t-”

“Don’t you dare say she wouldn’t.” He snapped. “You know – deep down – that she would. Accidently, or purposely.”

He was right. She was always either high, or drunk. Who knows what she could do, or leave around the apartment for a baby to find. “So, what do you suppose I do?”

“Get emancipated, and move into the tower.” He shrugged, “Or with Peter and that insanely hot aunt of his. Either way, as long as you’re not in that apartment.”

“I’d need a job to get emancipated.” You sighed, “I don’t have a fake ‘Stark Internship’ like Peter. Or a job.”

“I’ll put you on payroll for Med Bay.” He sat down next to your knee, “Your job is to finish high school. You can raise the baby, go to school, and work for Med Bay when the baby is born. We could use you in Med Bay after a mission, anyways. Plus, we have a 24-hour daycare, you know.”

It wasn’t a bad plan. “Are you sure about this?”

“Would I offer this if I wasn’t?”

He had a point. “Okay.” You held your finger up before he could say anything, “I don’t know if Peter will want me to move in full-time, so I’ll keep my room here, and we can add to it. How does that sound?”

“Sounds reasonable.” He shrugged, “Although you do realize that the kid is head over heels in love with you, right?”

“Shush!” You leaned forward, slapping his shoulder, “We haven’t talked about that kind of thing, yet!”

He laughed, standing up, “Well, I’ve hogged you long enough. I can practically feel spiderkid pacing outside the door.”

“Thanks, Tony.” You smiled, and he tried to wave you off, “No, seriously, Tony. You are literally saving us, and I appreciate you.”

“Shut up, kid.” He blushed, “I don’t want to see two beautiful minds not live up to their potential, just because life didn’t go according to plan.” With that statement, he opened the door and walked out.

Peter ran in a few seconds later, arms full of different food. “Hope you’re hungry.”



“So, you’re really keeping the baby?” Aunt May asked, sitting across the restaurant table from you both. “Are you guys sure about this? It’s not something you two should take lightly. This is a child, who’s life is going to depend on your care.”

You nodded, holding Peter’s hand under the table, “I have a job. Mr. Stark hired me for med bay.” You took a small bite of your food – thankfully not Italian food – and squeezed his hand a little, “I’m also getting emancipated, so I can move out and away from my mom.”

“Are you living with us?” May asked, eyes widening in excitement, “I am so happy you are finally leaving that apartment. You have no idea how happy that makes me.” Her voice cracked, and tears sprung to her eyes.

“We decided that Y/n is going to have the option to stay with me, or stay at the tower.” Peter shrugged, “Mr. Stark gave her a room.”

“He did?” May asked in shock, “I didn’t realize you knew Tony Stark so well, Y/n.”

“I, uh, talk to him when I visit Peter.” You stuttered, trying not to lie, but trying not to tell the whole truth, “He said that he didn’t want to see our ‘beautiful minds’ not live up to their potential just because life didn’t happen according to plan.”

“That… Wow. That was really generous of him.” She was in shock. “You do know that you can move in with us, if you want to. I doubt Peter will mind. Not like he isn’t already in love with you.”

“Aunt May!” Peter gave her a look, squeezing your hand a little too tight, “We talked about this. Shut it.”

“Oh, yeah.” She made a zipping motion over her lips and chuckled. “Sorry.”

Wait. Did he talk to May about how he felt?! WHAT DID HE SAY?!?!

You smoothed your thumb over his knuckles, changing the subject. “Anyways, I figured I could move in for a little while and see how that goes. If it becomes too much, then I’ll stay at the tower. Otherwise, Peter’s getting a roommate.”

“I feel like this is one of those situations where I should be stern about you two sleeping in a room together… Especially, permanently.” She joked, motioning for the check. “But you’ve been doing that for years, and you’re already pregnant, so…”

“Real funny, May.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Hilarious.”

“I have a question.” You mumbled into Peter’s chest, later that night, before you both fell asleep.

He tilted his head down, “Ask away.” His voice was thick with sleep.

You were silent for a few moments, listening to the sounds of the city while you were trying to summon the courage to ask him the question that’s been eating away at your mind. How does a girl ask their boyfriend if he loves her? Do you just come out and say it? Do you beat around the bush? Will he freak out?

“Hey,” He ran his hand soothingly up and down your back, almost lulling you to sleep, “Are you okay?”

“I was wondering…” You took a deep breath, “When did you decide that you liked me more than a friend?”

He snorted, “I’ve always liked you more than a friend. I told you that.”

“Yeah, I get it, I’m hot.” You joked, burrowing closer into Peter’s side and running your finger along the lines of his chest, “What I mean is: was there a specific moment that you just decided that you liked me more than a friend?”

“You were eating chicken nuggets.”

You shifted around, sitting up and climbing on top of him, thighs on each side of his hips – so you could look down at him in shock, “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, placing his hands on your thighs, “It was a few weeks after we met, and you were eating chicken nuggets during lunch. You were talking to Michelle about how much you loved them, and she was yelling at you that it wasn’t real meat. Then, you noticed I was staring at you, and you smiled at me. That bright, gorgeous smile was when I knew that I couldn’t just be friends with you.” He looked to the side, not meeting your gaze, “That was when I realized that I was completely in love with you.”


A tear slid down your face, and your lip wobbled, “You love me?”

“Well… Yeah. I do. I have for a long time.” He bit his lip, nervously, reddening it.

You leaned down, sliding your arms underneath his neck so you could hug him with your whole body. “’My heart is, and always will be, yours.’ Jane Austen.”

He pressed his lips against the side of your head, “Does that mean you love me back?”

You leaned back, connecting your lips with his. You threw all your emotions into that kiss, all the passion, the lust, the love… Everything you had ever felt for him. You could taste your tears on his lips, as you buried your fingers into his thick hair. He was responding back to you quickly, sitting up so you were straddling his lap, so he could pull you closer. There was so much fire in that kiss, you could feel your skin heating up throughout your entire body. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel Peter’s pulse racing when you brushed your hands down the sides of his neck, placing your hands onto his bare shoulders.

You pulled back slowly, gasping for breath. “Does that answer your question?”

“I think I need a little more clarification.” He pressed a small kiss against your jaw, “Just to be safe.”

You slid your hands back up, holding his face. “I.” You pressed a small kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Love.” Another kiss on the other side of his mouth. “You.” You tilted your head and kissed his lips, tongue brushing against his lower lip, daring him to open his mouth.

He flipped you over, earning a small squeak from you as your back hit the mattress. He kissed your neck for a few moments, making you lose all form of thoughts for a few moments.

Pulling back, his grin was bright with happiness, eyes shining. “’Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weakness.’ Ann Landers.”

You blushed, brushing his hair out of his eyes, “Did you google that one, earlier?”

“You bet your ass I did.”

Part 5

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