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Some Background for My Alegraves' Headcanon Life
*This is just some bg hcs for the following alegraves daily life hcs I am gonna post. Might write a short fic according to this later. I love some good old classic cheesy cliché dramas so try to bare with me.
*Please forgive my poor English.and Enjoy!
-Graves did betray the 141 and Vaqueros, however, he is not in the tank during the fight, he went underground for a while and keep trying to hunt down Shepherd and members of Konni secretly with some of his most trusted shadows and sometimes picked up some private jobs to keep the company running.
-He saw Kate and Price during one of the lead-chasing missions in Russia and decided to start giving them useful hints or information anonymously or get them out of trouble a few times secretly.
-He generally feels bad about betraying them but it was a choice that he decided and he didn’t regret it at all. After all, it was for his company and his men. He is sure if the the 141 or Vaqueros were in the same situation, they would have done the same thing he did. but he still wants to do something to make it up to them. Kate later figured out whom he is but decided to keep it silent. Price and Ghost are suspicious but not fully figured out it was Graves.
-However, the first person he actually met again after Las Almas was Rodolfo. During a mission in Mexico, He saves Rudy from an undercover mission that goes wrong and brings him back to the Vaqueros’ base. Which almost led to a bloodbath as Rudy was in very bad shape and Alejandro was blinded by anger seeing him like that and thought that Graves did that to Rudy. Luckily Rudy managed to explain everything before he passed out but it still ended up with Graves having a broken nose and fainting due to his also being injured during the escape.
-When both Rudy and Graves finally got better, Graves and the shadows offered a co-op to Alejandro. Alejandro was very opposed to it at first but Rudy managed to persuade him and he eventually agreed but with a bunch of security policy under it.
-The co-op was a great success with no betrayal and tons of fun. And they decided to extend their partnership longer and work together from time to time. That’s when they started to build trust, respect, and relationships with each other.
-Graves realized his feelings for Alejandro pretty quickly but decided to hide it due to their past history and he also has commitment issues, he really believes that Alejandro was not into him. (Rudy: smh in silence)
-Rudy and Graves became good friends during their time escaping from the Mexican drug lord and recovering in the med bay. Both always joked about how they literally tried to kill each other at first but end up saving each other ass. They seems very close together, It got to the point that Alejandro was feeling jealous of it. But it also made Alejandro realize his feelings for Graves because he didn’t know he was jealous of Graves or Rudy.
-When Alejandro finally cleared his mind and feelings for Graves, He did try to plan on a romantic date so that they could be alone together and talk about the whole thing between them and courting him seriously. But he ended up just kissing Graves in the office one night as they are together privately, talking about mission statuses and plans, and Graves was scheduled to leave for 4 months the next morning. He can’t refuse the rush of kissing Graves when the man is so close to him. And the kiss seemed to seal the deal as Graves keeps in touch with him daily during his leave and when 4 months later, Graves was back in Las Almas, they started dating officially and later on moved together and get married.
-They have a ranch together at a secret location only their most closest family and friends know. They will frequently hosting parties and dinners to celebrate successful missions.
-Graves was finally introduced back to the 141 as Alejandro’s husband four years after the betrayal, during that timeframe, The Vaqueros did work with the 141 serval times but Graves was either on his own missions , on holidays, or purposefully avoiding the 141.
-However, the 141 did know that Alejandro have a husband as they sometimes can hear Alejandro talking with his partner on the phone and Alejandro himself did mention his partner few times during some causal conversations, and he also hinted that they met his partner before. Which leads to the 141 though that Alejandro’s husband is either Rudy or someone else in the Vaqueros. And it was a jaw dropping moment for most of the 141 (except Alex who haven’t met Graves before) when Graves showed up as their emergency exfil and Alejandro just kissed and hugged him hungrily in front of them.
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For val: 5, 6, 8, 11, 13, 15
5. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?
I think she needs to be more fleshed out before I can name a specific thing, but:
Whoever asked her to give a speech will be regretting it very soon, because there is one topic she is always prepared to ramble on about. It is some sort of insane and passionate opinion she holds about something. Perhaps how it should be illegal to recycle the parts of a defeated battle robot into a new robot, those parts are now tainted with defeat, and they have no right to enter the battlegrounds again because the defeat will rub off on the new robot and make it suck more and she has the detailed tournament history charts to prove it!!
6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?
She will always listen to what her lil bro Gabriel has to say – although that doesn't necessarily mean she’ll follow the advice.
Definitely not taking any advice from RedEye, she cannot take a single thing that guy says seriously.
8. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?
They frustrate her more often than not. The only time she likes figuring things out is when she’s messing with robots, but even then she needs to step away pretty soon after hitting a snag with something. Why won’t this thing just work the way she wants it to? 😠
She has a bunch of unfinished projects because of it.
11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?
Maybe she’ll put a little bit to the side for emergencies but most of it will be spent in no time. First, the happy occasion demands a big ol’ party with no expenses spared. Then you need to take care of a bunch of things for yourself and your friends. Maybe some strangers too while you’re at it, fuck it. And while you do that you nourish yourself on expensive foods and drinks you’ve always wanted to try and hey – remember all that work you have to do that you don’t want to do? You can afford to employ an assistant now to do all that crap. Because of this, you will have more time to plan elaborate pranks on Redeye, which may require bribing a person or two (*cough* Gage *cough*).
13. Name one thing their parents taught them.
Maybe this is a bit clichée for a Lone Wanderer but I need to start somewhere ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
That bible verse James teaches her early on in life, that was so important to the mother she never got to know, really becomes important to her too. There’s the core message of generosity in there, and it often guided her through her quests in the capital wasteland, even if it was to her detriment sometimes. She’s still generous these days, even as part of a raider gang, but perhaps a little smarter about it. Not as naïve as she used to be.
15. What would they consider a waste of time – other than school or work?
Hmmm, none of the options I came up with really grabbed me, but I think this one is the least boring of the bunch:
That whole courtship song and dance when someone is interested in being in a relationship is needlessly complicated and a drag to Val. What happened to just walking up to a person and asking them straight up if they’re interested? The whole romancing and flirting stuff comes after establishing a first baseline of what each person is looking for. Much easier that way.
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do you have any advice for writers? i’ve written a couple strories here and there throughout the years and want to start again. you seem to have so many interesting ideas and are brave enough to share them!
hello anon!! thank you so much for asking, that's really sweet and i'm honored tbh 🖤🥺
i'm honestly horrible at giving advice but i will try!
it's gonna sound clichée and all but - just go for it! even if it's just a small, silly idea - write it out, don't overthink what others might think.
write down anything that comes to your mind!
i have a doc specifically for snippets and blurbs that are just fleeting thoughts - dialogue, scene descriptions etc. etc. chances are that once you've written it down, you come back to it and flesh it out. or you have something that just perfectly fits into a fic in the future.
use prompt lists to get started! just googling like "smut prompts" or "fluff prompts" will give you many lists where you can pick and choose from.
what also helped me to find ideas is random conversations with friends, doesn't even have to be fandom related! engaging with others, or maybe drawing from your own life experiences all make for interesting and funny ideas.
browse google or pinterest, the most random moodboards or pictures will spark the most random ideas ngl.
start out small maybe. starting out with the biggest idea could make you feel overwhelmed. a few hundred words do the trick too and it makes you get comfortable with the whole process of writing and uploading something so it's not as daunting later.
don't force anything. don't feel the vibe of one story rn? put it down and continue or start with something else to do on the side until inspiration strikes again.
most importantly: do. not. compare. yourself.
seriously. it's difficult and man, i deal with it too. but a bunch of numbers on your stuff is not indicative of the quality of your fics. it's luck, really, and obviously it helps when people have friends that help share things around.
and ask for help if you need it! i'm sure many people are willing to help with all sorts of things or point you in the right direction, myself included 🖤
i used to write for years without publishing anything too, and i only really got the inspiration and motivation to share in this fandom ngl.
i still have hella anxiety to share stuff sometimes, btw, so if you worry about that, it really just is something you'll have to get used to. but it does get easier with time, trust me!
hope this helped a little, i tried to cover a little bit of everything but feel free to reach out again if you want more advice! 🖤
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Aliens (1986)
Aliens from 1986 is a great sequel to the original Alien, despite great changes in cast and crew. The new filmmakers, led by director James Cameron just understood the original so well that it feels natural. Cw for spoilers, because I want to talk about the ending. I won't even give you an introduction to the plot for that reason.
It has been described as an action film compared to the tense horror of the original. And there is far more actual action in this movie, the humans get to face hordes of aliens and fight them with with guns here. No need to worry about the acid blood depressurizing the ship this time, we are on a planet. But Aliens takes its time to get to the action. And this seems to be director James Cameron’s intention, in his director’s cut it takes over an hour before the first alien fight. Not that I’m complaining. Similarly to the first film, it slowly builds tension before the nightmare is fully unleashed. There are relatively calm scenes between the alien encounters which are still tense because the aliens are still a lurking menace.
When the action happens, it’s exciting, but more chaotic than triumphant. Even as the aliens are getting shot and killed, they still feel extremely threatening. Even a shot that kills them spills deadly acid blood that hurts the humans. The human heroes still feel extremely vulnerable and under threat.
Aliens is one of the most important sources of the space marine trope. Not the first I don’t think, but it is the one most often imitated in for example video games (Doom and Halo for example) and military science fiction as a whole, to the point of becoming a cliché. And these portrayals are often positive, portraying the space marines as badasses protecting humanity from aliens and other inhuman threats. It ties into the pop cultural glorification of the real life US marine corps.
Yet Aliens, one of the originators is far more ambivalent about its space marines. Their preparations for the mission on LV-426 make them look extremely badass, with their sci-fi guns and all. Gearing up with things like pulse rifles just looks cool. The marine named Hudson outright brags about how cool they are. “Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you” is literally a line from the film.
Yet when they actually encounter the aliens, they quickly start dying, clearly outmatched. The space marines look cool, but they are out of their depth fighting aliens. The film has been viewed as expressing the doubt of American military prowess after its defeat in Vietnam. Hudson cracks and goes from bombastic pride in himself and his fellow marines to despair, resulting in the near-memetic “game over, man.” line. They do try their utmost to survive and kill a bunch of aliens, but only one of them survives the film, Hicks. He is the most capable and intelligent of the lot, and even he ends up seriously wounded.
They are also shown to be ultimately tools of a corporatized-capitalist state, literally obeying orders from the Weyland-yutani corporation. The corporate influence is a weakening force, as it betrays them. 57 years have passed since Alien, but the corporation is just as insanely evil as ever. It still has the same goal, to collect a specimen of the aliens and exploit them for profit somehow, and it’s willing to sacrifice human lives for this goal.
In the universe of Alien, capitalist corporations are evil, and corporations have taken control over and corrupted the state and military. So nothing is different from our own universe in that regard.
As in the original film, it’s down to the working class woman Ripley to save the day. She survived in hypersleep together with the cat Jones over the film’s timeskip. I loved the character in the first film, but that film didn’t spend much time on character development. Aliens does, especially in the special edition, and it really develops Ripley’s character in interesting ways.
She is traumatized by the events of the first film, and displays many of the signs of PTSD. It’s all the worse for her as the corporate people don’t believe her story (or at least pretend they don’t, as the film later suggests), and she becomes a kind of cassandra figure about the aliens.
The film is her working through her trauma by confronting the source of it. She first rejects investigating LV-426 again, but eventually agrees. This leads to further confrontations with the alien species, far more numerous this time. But Ripley survives and decides to fight back, learning how to operate a gun. Her overcoming her trauma can be symbolized by her growing friendship with Bishop, the android. She is at first very distrustful of him because of her trauma with Ash in the first film, but he proves himself to her and she grows to accept him as a friend and ally by the end of the film.
The film also reveals another side to Ripley, that she was a mother. One reason why I prefer the director’s cut is that it includes a scene where she learns her daughter lived to old age and died while Ripley was in cryosleep. It gives an emotional charge to her character spending so many years in stasis. In addition to her trauma, she has lost her family and become a woman out of time, a very lonely figure.
This theme of motherhood in Ripley’s character is an important part of the film. She later comes across the destroyed LV-246 colony’s sole survivor, who is a little girl nicknamed Newt. Her family died in the alien onslaught, and Ripley becomes an adopted mother to Newt. The two characters have both lost their families, and create a new one together. It’s a touching part of the film, that gives it even more emotional charge than the original.
It’s a kind of counterbalance to the themes of rape and forced pregnancy in the film series. Ripley is contrasted with the alien’s own mother figure, the alien queen who lays their eggs. By being kind to Newt, Ripley is able to make her accept Ripley as a mother figure. The alien queen just wants Newt so she can be forced to be an incubator for her own brood. It’s Ripley’s nurturing motherhood contrasted with the queen’s predatory one.
This conflict comes to a head in the film’s climax, where Ripley has to save Newt from the alien hive. In the climax of Alien, Ripley was fighting mainly for her own survival. Here she deliberately puts her survival at risk to rescue Newt.
She doesn’t run away from the aliens even if she has opportunity to do so, but instead ventures directly into their hive, despite being under time pressure from an impending nuclear explosion, all to save Newt. This shows how she has overcome her trauma from the first film, she no longer let’s her fears keep her from action.
Ripley thus takes on both a traditionally masculine role, that of the movie action hero, and a feminine one, the role of the mother. In the film’s climax those roles are made inseparable, overcoming that gender binary, as Ridley charges in with guns to save her adopted daughter. She is both masculine and feminine in the same action. She is a single mother, who doesn’t need a father for her daughter, as she is capable of fulfilling the masculine role. There are strong hints that Hicks might be a love interest to Ripley and a father figure to Newt. But Hicks is incapacitated in the film’s climax, and Ripley proves she doesn’t need him to be a mother to Newt.
Ripley has in the film’s ending overcome her trauma and loneliness. She has went from traumatized loner to a mother with her found family in the form of her daughter Newt, that she is fearless in protecting. This character development is what makes her heroic actions have so much emotional resonance and feel so triumphant, and be more than just the heroine defeating a monster. She is overcoming her own problems in doing so. Her telling the alien queen “Get away from her, you bitch” is much more than an action movie one-liner due to what it represents about Ripley’s character development.
Aliens is a great sequel, that is pretty much on par with the original in my estimation. Perhaps it even surpasses it, but the film wouldn’t make much sense without the context of its predecessor, which remains great. Yet Aliens is such a great sequel that continues the themes and motifs of the original, but adds to them. The film adds action without truly losing the tension and horror of the previous film. Most importantly, the film has a greater focus on character development that make Ripley a truly compelling protagonist.
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Just figured I’d rant about this which has been a big topic in Newfoundland over the last few days relating to the lgbt community. I know Newfoundland still has a long way to go in certain things but the promotion of support recently has made me happy to be from Newfoundland.
https://www.cbc.ca/amp/1.6871202
So last week an elementary school in St. John’s (the capital city) posted a video of the celebration day they had for the start of pride month. If you watch the video it was basically a bunch of kids having a blast dancing and singing together in the gymnasium. All of the teachers were dressed in rainbow related attire and they also had a drag Queen as part of the performance with the kids. There was absolutely nothing inappropriate about the event and most importantly the kids were happy. Because of the current increase in homophobic and transphobic behaviour it’s no surprise that there were a bunch of people that were upset about the whole thing. In Newfoundland normally something like this would’ve passed pretty quickly considering no one really cares. But the issue is that because certain people with relatively high followings shared the video, it was posted and talked about by people from the rest of the country and even the U.S. Because of this the video has been seen millions of times. As per usual a lot of people were shaming the Newfoundland Teachers Association and the Newfoundland education system for “grooming” kids. But what got me was the amount of people who were calling for violence. Not only to teachers but to THE CHILDREN at the school. One tweet insinuated that there should be a school shooting. Like you have to be out of your fucking mind. There’s seriously something wrong with you. Not to mention the fact that all their concerns are because they “care about the children”.It’s gotten so bad that the school had to private all of their social media accounts.
Of course the bunch of idiots who “care about the children” staged a protest against LGBT inclusion in education at the confederation building (main government building) that was scheduled for today. I am happy to report that there was a counter protest organized and that got a hell of a lot more support that the original protest. The counter protest was attended and supported by most government officials, local businesses and organizations, and churches. The education minister reiterated that they stand with the LGBT community and that they have absolutely no plan or intention to remove LGBT education from schools. It’s important to note that the premier, Andrew Furey, also spoke and expressed his support for the community and his disagreement with the recent backlash and behaviour.
I find it so funny that people from other provinces really think we give a fuck what they think about us. You’re the same people that have made fun of us and called us stupid ever since we joined Canada. I can assure you we do not care what you think.
It really is a terrible situation that occurred, especially considering that now people have tracked down the exact identities of many teachers and students at the school (do you have nothing better to be doing with your time?) and there is the possibility they are in danger. But at the end of the day I think the province’s reaction is something that needs to be seen especially considering a lot of the recent behaviour of governments in other provinces (looking at you New Brunswick).
Apart from pointing out the absolute insanity that is going on my main point was to point out that at the end of the day love is stronger than hate (cliché I know). People who hate always have the loudest voices but at the end of the day there are more of us who chose love instead and we will outnumber those who don’t.
#lgbtqia#newfoundland and labrador#canada#canadian politics#tw school shooting mention#tw homophobia#tw transpobia
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Disney's Marvel's Avengers (2008 to Too fucking long)
Alright, folks, buckle the fuck up, because we're about to dive headfirst into the steaming pile of cow dung that is Disney's Marvel's Avengers. If you've ever wanted to experience the cinematic equivalent of getting repeatedly punched in the face while riding a roller coaster through a landfill, then boy, have I got a treat for you. With a runtime that feels like a never-ending descent into madness, this so-called "franchise" is nothing more than an amusement park ride designed for those who crave the sweet, sweet embrace of childish fantasy indulgence and bootlicking dick-suckery.
So, let's talk about Endgame and everything that's come after, shall we? But before you think I'm gonna let pre-Endgame off the hook, let me be crystal fucking clear: it's just as bad, if not worse.
First off, the plotlines in this godforsaken franchise are about as coherent as a fever dream fueled by bathtub gin and expired cold medicine. It's like the writers got together, threw a bunch of comic book pages into a blender, and called it a day. What's that? You want a cohesive narrative? Well, tough shit, kiddo, because you're getting a never-ending parade of two-dimensional characters and plot twists so predictable, even a blind, deaf, and dumb chimp could see them coming a mile away.
And speaking of characters, holy hell, where do I even begin? It's like a who's who of forgettable nobodies, each one more bland and interchangeable than the last. There's Tony "I'm a billionaire but can't figure out how to use a razor" Stark, Steve "I've got the personality of wet cardboard" Rogers, and Bruce "I turn into a green rage monster because I didn't get enough hugs as a child" Banner. And let's not forget Thor, the god of lightning or whatever, who apparently can't decide if he wants to be a Shakespearean drama queen or a discount Conan the Barbarian. Oh, and the list goes on and on, like a never-ending nightmare from which there is no escape.
Now, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the one bright spot in this unholy quagmire of mediocrity: Guardians of the Galaxy. Yes, believe it or not, there's actually a movie in this franchise that doesn't make me want to gouge my eyes out with a rusty spoon. And before you start thinking I've gone soft, let me assure you that this movie is far from perfect. But at least it's got a sense of humor, a killer soundtrack, and a talking raccoon that could kick Tony Stark's ass from here to Timbuktu.
But let's talk about the real elephant in the room, shall we? Chris "the fat loser millennial who got everything he never deserved in Parks and Recreation" Pratt. I mean, come on, guys. Is this really the best we can do for a leading man? A guy who looks like he stumbled out of a frat house, still reeking of stale beer and regret? If this is what passes for a superhero these days, then maybe it's time to admit that we've truly hit rock bottom.
The special effects in these movies are about as impressive as a middle school science project, and that's being generous. I've seen more convincing CGI in a Geocities webpage from 1998. And don't even get me started on the fight scenes. It's like watching a bunch of action figures being smashed together by a hyperactive toddler, complete with the requisite grunting and shouting. Real compelling stuff, guys. Bravo.
The dialogue is a whole other level of awful. I mean, seriously, who writes this drivel? It's like they hired a team of angsty teenagers to cobble together a script using nothing but catchphrases and outdated pop culture references. Every time one of these cardboard cutout characters opens their mouth, it's like being assaulted by a barrage of clichés and cringeworthy one-liners. I wouldn't be surprised if the entire writing process consisted of throwing darts at a board covered in buzzwords and hoping for the best.
And let's take a moment to discuss the villains, shall we? These so-called "threats to humanity" are about as intimidating as a wet fart in a crowded elevator. I mean, we've got a guy with a purple chin who wants to wipe out half the universe because he's got some kind of cosmic OCD, a robot with an emo haircut and a God complex, and whatever the hell that dark elf thing was supposed to be. It's like the writers just gave up halfway through and decided to throw in the towel. The final boss? Yeah he's, uh, purple - like Barney the Dinosaur purple, and uhh... he's got a fucked up chin. And he's like a billion Hitlers!
Don't even get me started on the endless parade of sequels, spin-offs, and shameless cash grabs that have been spawned by this monstrosity. It's like a hydra: every time you think you've finally killed it, two more heads sprout up in its place. And just when you think it can't possibly get any worse, they announce yet another movie, TV show, or godforsaken theme park attraction to further milk this bloated, festering cash cow. Can anyone tell me who the intended audience for "She-Hulk: Attorney at Law" is? Because I can't see anyone with a functioning cortex going for that, and I'm pretty sure humans need to have functioning cortices to turn on the TV. Yeah, I'll wait - I'm already dead, so I can wait for fucking ever.
Now, you might be wondering: why am I even bothering to write this review? Well, it's simple, really. I've made it my mission to expose the truth about Disney's Marvel's Avengers and its insidious stranglehold on popular culture. Because, let's face it, folks: we deserve better. Or not, but I actually don't give a fuck about that part I think.
Well, buckle up, kiddos, because now we're gonna dive headfirst into the steaming pile of horse manure that is Avengers: Endgame. That's right, the "grand finale" of the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe – or at least, that's what they want you to think. In reality, it's just another bloated, overstuffed, self-indulgent exercise in corporate greed and creative bankruptcy. But hey, at least it's three hours long, right? That's gotta count for something! And to think, that's roughly the same amount of time it takes for Tony Stark to go through his morning narcissism routine.
Let's start with everyone's favorite smug, snarky billionaire: Tony Stark, aka Iron Man. You know, the guy who basically started this whole mess in the first place. Over the course of the series, Tony's gone from a charming, if somewhat insufferable, genius playboy to... well, basically the same thing, only now he's got a shiny suit of armor and a seemingly endless supply of daddy issues. In Endgame, we're supposed to believe that this self-absorbed, egotistical man-child is suddenly willing to sacrifice himself to save half the universe? Give me a break. Then again, it's probably the only way he could get people to stop talking about how his ego is bigger than his tower.
I mean, come on, have you ever met a Silicon Valley CEO? These guys wouldn't lift a finger to help anyone unless it boosted their stock prices or got them a glowing profile in Forbes magazine. And yet, we're expected to swallow this ridiculous narrative about Tony Stark nobly giving his life for the greater good, like some kind of high-tech martyr? Wouldn't he outsource the giving his life part to a Lithium miner in Bolivia? It's enough to make you want to vomit, and not just because of the terrible dialogue. Seriously, I've seen more believable sacrifices in a kindergarten play about the first Thanksgiving.
Speaking of terrible dialogue, let's take a moment to appreciate the sheer ineptitude of the script. I've seen high school plays with more coherent storylines and better character development than this cinematic monstrosity. The plot is so convoluted and nonsensical you really get to appreciate the comic book salad puree they serve with every fucking movie in this "franchise." Time travel? Sure, why not. Quantum realms? Throw it in there. An intergalactic scavenger hunt for magic space rocks? Hell, it worked for the last movie, didn't it? This script is so bad, I'm pretty sure it was written on the back of a cocktail napkin during a drunken game of Mad Libs.
And don't even get me started on the "humor" in this film. It's like they took all the worst jokes from a Reddit thread, translated them into another language, and then translated them back into English using Google Translate. Every attempt at levity falls flatter than a pancake, leaving you cringing in your seat and praying for the sweet release of death. Honestly, I've heard better jokes at a funeral, and at least those had the decency to end quickly.
But hey, let's not forget the "action" – if you can even call it that. The big, climactic battle at the end is such a chaotic, CGI-laden mess that it's nearly impossible to tell what's going on. It's like watching someone play a video game on the highest difficulty setting while simultaneously suffering from a seizure. And, of course, it all culminates in the most predictable, clichéd way possible: the heroes save the day, the bad guy gets his comeuppance, and everyone goes home happy. Well, everyone except the audience, that is. At this point, I'd rather watch two squirrels fighting over an acorn than sit through another second of this CGI dumpster fire.
Now, before I wrap up this long-winded rant of mine, I think it's important to give some well-deserved "credit" to the masterminds behind this mess. You know, the ones who are really to blame for dragging us all down into this quagmire of mediocrity. Let's take a moment to appreciate the fine work of the producers, writers, and directors who've made this delightful train wreck possible.
I mean, let's start with the producers, shall we? The Russo brothers, Anthony and Joe, who seem to have made it their life's mission to churn out these cookie-cutter superhero flicks with all the depth and nuance of a kiddie pool. I mean, sure, they directed some episodes of Community, so clearly they've got the chops to handle an overblown, self-important franchise like the MCU, right? And let's not forget Kevin Feige, the puppet master pulling the strings behind the scenes, raking in the cash while gleefully pushing out more and more of these shallow, formulaic movies like some sort of capitalist assembly line. I can practically hear him cackling as he counts his billions, completely unconcerned with the damage he's doing to the cinematic landscape.
Then we've got the writers – Christopher Markus and Stephen McFeely – who somehow manage to take fascinating characters with rich comic book histories and reduce them to one-dimensional caricatures. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if they just threw darts at a board full of tropes and clichés to come up with their scripts. "Oh look, it landed on 'heroic sacrifice' – let's just shoehorn that in there somewhere!" They've managed to create a world where every character's dialogue sounds like it was ripped straight from a bad action movie from the '90s, and nobody seems to care because, hey, at least there's a big explosion every five minutes.
As for the directors, the Russo brothers (yes, them again), they've managed to take all the worst aspects of Hollywood elitism and distill it into a single, bloated franchise. It's as if they're completely oblivious to the fact that there's an entire world outside of their insular bubble of wealth and privilege, a world where people actually have to deal with real problems like poverty, inequality, and systemic injustice. Instead, they just keep pumping out these overproduced, self-indulgent spectacles that pander to the lowest common denominator, all while patting themselves on the back for being such "visionaries." It's enough to make you want to grab a pitchfork and storm the gates of their Hollywood mansions, just to remind them that there's more to life than CGI explosions and witty one-liners.
So, there you have it, folks: the creative "geniuses" behind Disney's Marvel's Avengers, a team of Hollywood elitists and ruling class bootlickers who seem to think that their sole purpose in life is to cram as much mindless, soul-crushing entertainment down our throats as humanly possible. And you know what? They're probably right – because as long as we keep shelling out our hard-earned cash for this swill, they're going to keep shoveling it right back at us, one terrible movie at a time. But hey, at least we can take solace in the fact that even they can't keep this train wreck going forever... right?
Now, I could go on for another thousand words about the myriad problems with Avengers: Endgame – the paper-thin characters, the nonsensical plot twists, the complete and utter lack of originality – but honestly, what's the point? We all know that this movie is a steaming pile of garbage, and no amount of snarky commentary or sarcastic quips can change that. So, instead, I'll leave you with this simple plea: for the love of all that is good and holy in this world, stop giving your hard-earned money to these soulless corporate shills. Disney's Marvel's Avengers is a never-ending cavalcade of craptastic cinema that should be avoided like the plague. If you want to waste your time and money on this mind-numbing dreck, be my guest. But don't say I didn't warn you. And as for me, I'll be over here, mourning the death of creativity and originality in modern filmmaking while I drown my sorrows in a bottomless pit of despair and cheap whiskey. Cheers, fuckers.
Lowtax's Score:
Plot: -10
Acting: -9
Special Effects: -8
Directing: -10
Music / Sound: -6
Overall: -43
Each category in the rating system is based out of a possible -10 score (-10 being the worst). The overall score is based out of a possible -50 score (-50 being the worst)
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This guy’s face.
I love this thumbnail because it is the most relatable face after you watch this/hear about this most cliché, dumbest criminals-like criminal investigation. So many times I said, this has to be a fake story. Both the criminals and the police are so dumb. If this criminal investigation is actually real then it’s the most layed out “mystery” for these old men to figure out.
So they said something like the watch on the floater was a self-winging type of watch and it was found completely unwound at a certain time. And that type of watch isn’t going to stop working just because it’s the water. So they knew that that time wasn’t necessarily when he got thrown into the water but they did know when it stopped. All they needed to do was to find out how long it takes for the watch to unwind, to find out when the last time the guy wound it up.. I was just like well how long does it take the watch to wind? Helloooo?? I thought the answer to the question would’ve been the first thing they wanted to figure out, but for some reason they didn’t even think of that.
So after five fucking yearss they hadn’t done anything with of the information they had, but they were starting to find more and more coincidental evidence along with some physical evidence so they wanted to actually prosecute them before time ran out.  so this one’s cop decided to become a lawyer and do it all himself because he was sick of the lazy bullshit. So after quite some time of trying to find more evidence they were like oh wait a minute we overlooked a really insane and wonderful piece of evidence we already had… The watch! Like it was a fucking revelation and that guy was like we finally had the revelation that the watch would tell us everything! All we had to really figure out who’s how long it took the watch to unwind! I was sitting here the whole time thinking you really didn’t think of that immediately when you found that the watch was a self winding watch?
I have no words for how stupid that is and then the whole rest of the case just from start to finish was laid out for them perfectly these guys dumped the bodies in the very next body of water down the main road they knew they had traveled down because they we’re dumb as hell and just left the truck they stole on the side of the road halfway in the water because they got stuck there or something I forgot what they said…On the one road that daycould only travel down to get to that point. So then that’s how they found the second body at the very next body of water on that same road that they knew that they were on because they just left their vehicle there.  so this old guy in the first place he stopped at like the first General store he checked was the exactly correct general store he was looking for that they bought a bunch of shit at the teo criminalsjust left laying around somewhere.
In the the beginning there was a bunch of shit that had to be done in order to kidnap these two guys, so you needed more than one person obviously to do what they did and they were like oh it obviously had to be more than one person! As of yet again that was like some genius revelation I was just like freaking r you serious…Oh yes what a genius revelation that is!! Everything was laid out in order of stops in the road the criminals did everything possible thatvmade it so obvious it was them lol. Everything was like a board game of clue that was so obvious if they did not figure it out they needed to seriously think about getting a new line of work or something cause that’s insane if they couldn’t figure that out.
The whole time the whole damn time I was like is this real this can’t be a real case, no way.I touched google at least several times because I wanted to Google to see if it was real or fake but I didn’t bother because I was just gonna get mad if it was a real case so I just left Mr. Google alone so I still don’t know if it was a real case or not lol and I don’t want to know either. No spank you.
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A Treatise on Stars by Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge
Good morning, y'all! It's been a minute! I just finished reading this collection of poems yesterday, and it was quite an experience! Divided into two parts, the first section is exactly what the title promises: it's a bunch of long poems about stars. If that sounds predictable and cliché to you, you're not alone, but what surprised me about this collection was how original Berssenbrugge's approach to these often tired topics was. There are so many (so, so many) poems out there about the magic of the moon and eyes like stars, etc., etc., but this is as far from cliché as can be. My favorite line from this section is "Some hear coyotes speaking in computer beeps; some entertain guests unaware." The whole first section is like this: a strangely beautiful combination of nature and science. Burssenbrugge uses tons of astronomy-related terms, which heightens the originality and distances these works from overdone cliches that so often permeate works about the stars. The vibe? You're walking under the Northern Lights with a soft-spoken friend who is quietly telling you about a half-remembered dream.
If only the second half were as good! Ugh, it was all downhill after about 55 pages or so. The book is formally divided into parts I and II, and the second part got all weird, intentionally edgy, and pseudo-sciency. If you're going to write a poem about aliens, do it well. I couldn't take all of the metaphors about dolphins being unconditional love seriously, and I disliked the idea of star-people. There were still plenty of beautiful lines in this section, but they were overshadowed by the weirdness of what they described.
Overall, this was a cool book, and I think I will return to it, and perhaps even appreciate the second section a little more at another time.
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I have another prompt for my dear! please could i have a college au where cat and kara are room mates who are secretly dating and Cat’s parents surprises them. please can you include the line “for gods sake put on some pants kara.” NC x
It took FOREVER to finish this (one night, one day and almost half another night) but I hope you like it. It’s full AU, Cat & Kara are about the same age in this fic (around 23 & 25yo probably), I took a lot of liberties (Cat might feel a little OOC, I’m not happy about it but since they’re young ... why not?) and I added a twist at the end for the actual line of the prompt. Careful, it’s rated E Thanks NASCAR anon for this prompt!
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“It’s perfect!”
Kara’s excitement echoes in the apartment.
“Of course it is! I lived here, until a week ago …” Lois replies, sounding amused. “Now, the thing you have to know about this perfect, cheap rent-controlled, three-bedrooms apartment with the real pine-wooden floor, the high ceilings, the many windows that let in as much sunlight as possible …”
Kara narrows her eyes at her friend, sensing that there’s a catch coming.
“… Is that it comes with a roommate.” Lois finishes with a smile.
It’s a cartoon worthy scene; Kara’s jaw all but drop in astonishment. Lois doesn’t even look sheepish, Kara absentmindedly notices. If anything, she looks almost smug, as if proud of her little prank.
“I’m not taking it,” Kara flats out declare, grabbing her backpack and moving toward the door. “I can’t believe I got my hopes up, I should have known better.”
“Hey, what does that even mean?” Lois calls after her, sounding outraged. “Hey! Kara, come on. You know you won’t be able to afford anything else as nice and as close as everything you want.”
That makes Kara pauses, because it’s nothing but the truth.
The apartment is spacious, luminous, close to everything she needs and it even has a small garage next to the building where she could park her bike. Not to mention that the cheap rent is nothing short of a miracle, especially in this neighborhood.
Kara hesitates, hovering near the entrance. She quickly studies her options. Alex did tell her she was welcome for as long as she needed but she knew her sister’s patience was starting to grow thin, especially since Lucy came back from her semester abroad and was now living with her. Lena would be more than happy to have her but the situation in between them was still a little weird and beside, Kara didn’t want to risk stumbling upon either Lex or Lillian Luthor. Winn would be over the moon but her exuberant friend would be too much for her in less than a week, she could bet her weight in potstickers.
“I hate you,” Kara mutters under her breath. She needs a place to stay and this apartment is her best option, she knows it. Turning around, she glares at her friend “Why didn’t you tell me about the roommate in the first place?”
“I knew you needed to see the place, first. It’s a really good place, you know?” Lois gestures around, encompassing her surroundings. Kara can only nods because the large living room full of bookcases already feels like home, just like the all-equipped American kitchen on the other side of the place, with an island that has stools in front of it.
“Still. Not cool,” Kara mumbles and this time, Lois does look a little contrite. “Anyway, where’s the roommate?”
“She’s abroad for the moment, she’ll be back in a week or so. I already texted her to inform her, she’s … Well,” Lois trails off, looking a little thoughtful. Kara narrows her eyes again. “She’s something, that’s for sure.”
Kara groans and rubs at her eyes.
“Meaning she’s not happy you trapped her with a new roommate in her absence. That’s just great, thanks a lot Lois.” Kara sighs, looking down to search for her phone in her backpack. “Who’s she, anyway? What does she do?”
Lois doesn’t reply right away. Kara finds her phone and looks up, following Lois line of sight and landing on a frame hanged on the wall, near one of the bookshelves.
“You have got to be kidding me … Your roommate is your ex?” Kara asks, stepping forward to study the picture.
It shows Lois on the left, radiant with a carefree smile and her dark hair wind-whipped around her head, looking down at a smaller, blond woman whose smile is a little more reserved but her hazel green eyes are lit up with joy and love. They look incredibly happy, standing close to each-others and with a jungle waterfall in the background.
“You’re moving in with my cousin and leaving me to deal with your ex? That’s a new low for you, Lois,” Kara accuses, turning an angry glare to her friend.
“Come on Kara, it’s not like that!” Lois retorts, sounding a little hurt. “Cat and I are still best friends. We broke up a long time ago, way before I met Clark …”
Lois glances at the picture and her eyes soften in a way that tells Kara she probably doesn’t know the whole story there.
“Does she know who I am?” Kara groans, because she doesn’t need more drama in her life.
“Not specifically, no. She knows you’re a friend of Lucy,” Lois replies. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to tell her, not right away at least.”
“Gee, talk about a poisoned apple …” Kara mutters, looking around at the splendid apartment that came with such a high price. “Anything else I should know about?”
“Yes … Cat’s the heir of a big, big law-firm. Her parents are … Well, loaded doesn’t even start to cover it. They’re all the way up next to the Kennedy, the Clinton or whatever rich family you can think of, when it comes to the level of wealth.”
“And that’s important because …” Kara prods, arching an unimpressed brow.
“Because that reaction, right there, slightly judgmental and downright provocative, will get you ejected in no time,” Lois retorts, rolling her eyes. “Cat’s family is very rich, sure, but she actually works really, really hard to get by on her own. The only money she accepts from her parents is for her birthday and at Christmas and I’m pretty sure she gives most of it to a bunch of charity association anyway.”
“She works?” Kara snorts, disbelief clear in her voice.
“She does, yes. She’s a law student but she’s also taking a bunch of Business and Communication night classes, when she’s not tutoring or working as a part-time assistant for Perry White.”
Kara doesn’t say anything to that. She figures if the woman works so much, she won’t be around too often and maybe, maybe this arrangement will work.
“Alright. I’m taking it,” Kara sighs and she waves a threatening finger in front of Lois when her friend smiles victoriously. “However, this goes against my better judgment and don’t think you’ll get away with this so easily.”
“Sure, whatever you say, super puppy,” Lois replies with a laugh before handing over the keys and the paperwork.
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“You’re the new roommate,” a voice comes from the entrance of her bedroom.
Kara doesn’t even startle. Instead, she finishes writing the line she’s started and then put down her pen, flexing her fingers to chase the slight cramp that threatens to spread.
Eventually, she looks up from her essay and falls into a pair of startlingly bright hazel eyes. It’s a little mesmerising, with golden sparkles swirling in it that somehow highlight the very faint freckles on her eyes and cheeks.
“I don’t know if ‘new’ is the right word,” Kara retorts, eying the woman standing in her door frame. She’s small but somehow, her presence is very commanding. She breathes power and authority, especially with the powerful black high-heels, the black pencil skirt and matching jacket opened on a crisp white shirt. “I’ve been living here for three months, now.”
It had been like living with a ghost, so far, and a fancy one with that. One that left leftovers sushi in the fridge, that drinks wine and seems to have a soft spot for dark chocolate, who dresses all fancy and sometimes forgets a pair of shoes, a shirt or a jacket in the living room, who stacks up books as if it was collector and who leaves a very strong, heady trail of spicy yet woody perfume behind.
Kara hadn’t minded in the least, glad to have the space for herself on the rare moments she’d been in. Still, her curiosity had more than once left her hesitating in front of the perfectly white door, devoid of any posters or decorative element in any kinds, that led to Cat’s bedroom.
Cat smiles, slowly.
She looks a little older than in the picture that still hangs on a wall in the living room. Her hair, of a distinct shade of golden blond, is shorter and barely brushes her shoulders now, lazily curling toward the end. She’s wearing makeup but it’s light, as far as Kara can tell. No daring lipstick, no pronounced contour or strong blush, it’s all carefully applied to give the illusion of something natural.
Kara leaves her desk and comes to stand in front of Cat, distractingly noticing she’s still a little taller despite the daring high-heels.
“Kara Danvers,” she introduces herself, extending a hand. “Pleasure.”
Cat looks at the hand and seems to hesitate for a moment. Kara doesn’t back off and waits, not looking away.
Eventually, Cat seizes Kara’s fingers and gives them a firm handshake. “Cat Grant. Likewise.”
After that, Cat leaves without a word and Kara takes a deep breath, inhaling the woody perfume that still hangs in the air.
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“How is it going with this roommate of yours?” Lucy asks, handing a beer to Kara before sitting down next to her on the couch.
“It’s … civilized, I guess?” Kara replies, taking a big swing off her beer and slouching against the cushions with a heavy sigh. “She’s barely there anyway, it’s like living with a very clean ghost.”
Lucy laughs and Alex, sat on the floor next to Lucy’s legs, snorts.
“Cat Grant is many many things, but she’s certainly no ghost.” Lucy eventually replies, voice soft and gentle, and Kara glances at her.
“Right, you must know her, since she dated Lois for a while …” Kara recalls, before cheering as Alex manages to beat her record time in the car-racing video game she’s playing.
“I do know Cat Grant, yes,” the younger Lane nods. “She’s … well. I have no words to describe Cat Grant.”
That earns Lucy a curious look from Alex before the game starts again. Lucy seems lost in her mind for a little while but when she returns to the moment at hand, it’s with a warning in her eyes.
“Piece of advice though, my sister broke Cat’s heart when she ended things with her and despite Lois insisting that they’re still best friend, I wouldn’t mention your cousin’s name around her.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Kara mumbles. “Aside from this one time where we officially met each other, I haven’t seen her.”
Lucy gives her a strange look but then Alex swears, loudly, and their attention is back on the game.
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It starts with post-its.
Kara is in a hurry one day, she grabs the plate of leftover sushi to bring as her lunch and leaves a yellow note instead. It says “Sorry about the sushi, I needed lunch. I’ll buy you a fresh plate tonight.”
The same evening, she places a fancy assortment of sushi in the fridge and leaves a green post-it : “As promised; fresh from that shop you seems to like. I asked for your usual. Bye!”
The following morning, as Kara opens the fridge to grab the milk, she notices a post-it on the plate of sushi, but it’s blue. The handwriting is neat and precise “Thank you. Help yourself if you need the rest for lunch. C.”
It takes Kara totally by surprise. She was mostly expecting some kind of warning, a subtle “back off” kind of reply but the apparent easiness of this little exchange warms her heart.
When she comes back from her shift at the bar she’s tending every three nights, she places a bottle of fancy wine on the kitchen island and sticks a pink post-it on it. “Thanks for the lunch! I heard it’s good wine, let me know if you like it? Bye.”
The next afternoon, when she emerges, the bottle is gone but there’s a brown bag instead, with a yellow post-it. “The wine is actually one of my favorite, thank you. Potstickers? I noticed you seem to eat a lot of them … Enjoy. C.”
That makes Kara’s day.
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“Movie night?” says the pink post-it on the coffee table when Kara comes back from her soccer practice.
She laughs and shouts across the apartment “I need a shower first, meet me on the couch in twenty minutes. Also, I’m ordering pizza, our usual.”
Kara pulls out her phone from her pocket and calls their usual place.
The man on the other side greets her by her first name and jokes with her about the last national soccer game score before telling her their pizzas will be there in half an hour. She thank him and writes “Pizzas will be there in 30 min” on a blue post-it, replacing the pink one on the coffee table.
Once in her room, she carefully add the post-it to her collection, in a notebook that’s already filled with colorful notes. She’s annotated each one with a quick context quote so now the little book is telling a story.
Kara smiles softly at the last note and then closes the notebook, already stripping from her dirty clothes before she jumps in the shower.
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“I’m fine, Alex, I swear! It looked a lot scarier than it was, I promise,” Kara protests, swatting away her sister’s hand. “Stop fussing!”
Alex leans back and glares down at her sister, Lucy standing next to her.
“Scarier doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Alex growls, eyes flashing with anger. “I just watched you get hit by a car thrown at full speed, get ejected from your bike, fly across the road and then land miles away, right through the windshield of another car. It truly is a wonder you’re still alive!”
Kara looks a little sheepish at that but her stubbornness resurfaces instantly and she raises her chin.
“Yet, I’m perfectly alright and I’ll be out in two days. Now stop fluffing my pillows!” Kara pushes Alex’s hands away again.
“Wait until mom hears about this,” Alex threatens, storming out of the room after one last glance at her sister.
Lucy sighs and takes a seat by Kara’s medial bed. She doesn’t say anything, she simply watches and Kara slowly deflates under the unrelenting, watchful gaze.
“I know. I’m being an asshole,” Kara sighs, finally looking away. She feels bad that she scared Alex and Lucy but honestly, she’s been through worse. “I just … I hate hospitals.”
Her voice is small and low. Lucy doesn’t say anything, she simply takes one of Kara’s hands in hers and squeezes. Kara squeezes back, grateful for her friend’s quiet presence.
“Oh my gosh, Kara!”
“Cat?” Kara looks up and sees Cat enters the room, a look of pure panic written across her face.
In all the months they’ve been basically living together, it’s the first time Cat’s not all perfectly put together. She looks disheveled, her cheeks have that red glow that comes from running against the wind and her clothes, a pair of casual jeans and a soft navy blue pull-over, are too casual and a little crumpled, not perfectly adjusted like always. Her eyes are ablaze with panic and adrenaline and Kara watches, a little enthralled, as the golden sparkles swirl and swirl and swirl around in the hazel irises.
“You idiot!” Cat shouts, striding forward and hitting the ground with more force than strictly necessary. That’s when Kara notices Cat isn’t wearing heels. “What the hell were you thinking!”
Cat stops on the other side of the bed, across from where Lucy’s sat and still holding Kara’s hand.
“Uh … I was just driving back to the apartment …” Kara tries to reply but the burning glare Cat throws her shuts her up right away.
“You could have died, you absolute, stubborn, ridiculous idiot!” Cat accuses and Kara shrinks a little in her bed, not understanding why Cat was so angry at her. “I was waiting for you for our usual movie night, but you didn’t come home. You weren’t answering my texts and it was getting so late …”
Cat takes a deep breath and Kara goes to say something but another glare dissuades her.
“I eventually texted Winn, thinking you were still at the bar, to ask if you were alright. Imagine my surprise when he instantly called me and told me you’ve been rushed into the nearest hospital, because you got hit by a car!” Cat all but yells the last few words, fury echoing in her voice and it’s suddenly too much because she’s pacing.
“I was already on my way when you sister called me, to let me know about the accident,” Cat adds and now she looks hurt. Kara doesn’t even know why, she doesn’t understand what prompted Cat to unleash like this. They’ve been getting close lately, verging on the line of best-friends really, but this categorized relationship doesn’t explain Cat’s outburst.
Helplessly, she stares at her roommate and notices the unshed tears gathered in the hazel green eyes. All of a sudden, Cat looks small, vulnerable and so impossibly lost, all Kara wants to do is leap out of her bed and hold her close.
She opens her mouth to apologize when a new voice echoes in the room.
“Kara! Thank God you’re alright!”
Clark rushes to her side and grabs her hand, already fussing around her like her sister did before, puffing the pillow, moving the plate of food and beverage around, checking the tubes and the machines gathered near the bed.
“I got so scared, when Alex called! What happened, who did this?” Clark points to the bandage around her head and then to the many strips on her collarbones and along her arms. He looks incredibly relieved but Kara sees the anger in his eyes, not knowing if it’s directed at her or at the person responsible for her injuries.
“Clark Kent? You … You know Kara?” Cat asks, looking stunned and a little confused. Kara winces and pushes her cousin away, ready to explain, when Lois makes her entrance.
“For the love of God, Kara, we got so scared! Don’t do that again okay?”
“Gee, what is it with you people, do you seriously think I did this on purpose? Stop telling me to not do that again, I’m not the one responsible for the accident”, Kara rebels and glares at everyone around, her eyes bouncing from Lucy, to Clark, to Lois and finally, they land on Cat.
Cat, who’s glancing between Lois, Clark and her, looking utterly hurt, betrayed even. Kara winces again and reaches a hand but Cat shakes her head no.
“Hey there, Kitty Cat!” Lois greets, sounding surprised and slightly uncomfortable, and Kara wants to disappear into the ground and to never face either Lois or Cat ever again. “I didn’t know you’d be there.”
“Believe or not, neither did I,” Cat retorts, curtly. Her eyes are flashing with hurt, anger and confusion. The golden sparkles are dimmed, in the darkness of her green irises and Kara shudders when the gaze focuses on her. “Of course, you’re related to Clark.”
“He’s … my cousin, yes. We’re … almost the same age, give or take six months,” Kara nods, knowing better than to lie her way out of this situation. Cat’s gaze is full of heat and Kara squirms.
“Is there a reason as to why you never told me about this particular relationship?” Cat asks, voice cold and collected, the green of her eyes darkening even more.
“Actually, that’s my fault,” Lois jumps in, looking very sheepish. Kara wants to tell her to shut up, to stop talking but of course, there’s no telling that to Lois Lane. Ever. “I told Kara you would throw her out of the apartment if you knew about her relationship to Clark. I advised her to … not say anything.”
Cat seems about to lash out again but before she can says something, she’s interrupted.
“What on earth is happening in here?” Alex asks, stepping into the room and glancing at all the people present. One look at Cat and Lois tells her everything she needs to know.
“Oh,” Alex sighs. She takes a deep breath and then looks right into Cat’s eyes. “Cat, I’m sorry we never told you. It wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have played along with Lois idea to keep this relationship a secret and I’m truly, really sorry.”
A thick, stunned silence follows Alex’s apology. Cat looks thrown off, more than anyone else, but she manages to recompose herself.
“Thank you, Alex. I … appreciate that,” Cat accepts the apology and then gestures to Kara. “Please, take care of the stubborn idiot over there.”
After that, she exits the room without another words.
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There’s no post-it waiting for her when she returns to the apartment, three days later. The place is dark and quiet and Kara doesn’t even need to check to know Cat’s gone.
She’s tried to reach out, through texts and calls, for the past three days but Cat is nothing if persistent in her indifference. Kara feels miserable and while it’s tempting to blame it all on Lois, she knows it’s her own fault.
She should have told Cat about Lois secret the moment they started being friends.
They’ve been so close lately, having regular movie night on the couch together with various sort of take-out, Kara showing up at Cat’s work after her soccer practice to pick her up and bring her home, Cat studying on Kara’s bed while Kara wrote her essays at her desk with soft music in the background, Cat dropping by at Kara’s bar, in between Kara’s shift, to have a drink or share some food, the many excursions they went through across town, the museums Cat dragged Kara to, the walks by the beach sharing an ice-cream or some candy flush, talking and laughing and debating about one thing or another.
Cat’s love for old books and the way she would sometimes smell like it, like dust and old pages, a scent Kara found familiar and grounding. Kara’s strange tastes in music and Cat’s mockery of it, a façade to hide the fact she was very curious and sometimes even liked the same things Kara did. Cat’s tendency to tidy everything and Kara’s messy self, their many arguments about a forgotten sweater or a pair of sneakers in the way. Kara’s terrible attempts at cooking and Cat’s irritated yet fond looks whenever she tried something new.
Cat’s warmth against her flank on the couch as they watched a movie. Cat’s way to adjust the collar or whatever top Kara was wearing before they left the apartment. Cat’s scent, heady and dizzying, so comforting, that still lingered on the couch long after she was gone.
Cat’s laugh, like a melody, a sound that meant home.
She never realized how much Cat had come to mean to her, until she was gone.
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“Why so glum?” Winn asks, sitting down at a stool next to her. He looks a little concerned but mostly, his eyes have the glazed glow of someone who’s had too much to drink.
“Nothing,” Kara sighs, nursing her glass of Scotch and watching as Alex and Lucy dance together in the middle of the crowd. “I just … nevermind.”
“Feel lonely?” Winn supplies and Kara throws him a shocked glare, a little alarmed that her very drunk friend is still able to read her so easily.
“Come on. You’ve been mooning over that roommate of your for months now, it’s practically visible from space,” Winn rolls his eyes and then winces, apparently regretting the move. “I’m guessing she’s still not talking to you and … you miss her, am I right?”
Kara sighs, heavily so.
“Yeah, I do. It’s ridiculous, really.” Kara lets out a frustrated breath. “She’s … she’s Cat Grant.”
“What does being Cat Grant entails, exactly?” Winn asks with a frown, because of course he doesn’t see the point.
Kara finishes her drink and asks for another one before taking a deep breath.
“She’s … she’s so incredibly smart, in a way I still can’t exactly fathom. Her mind is quick and sharp, she manages to see the details in everything without loosing the big picture. She’s witty, too.” Kara chuckles, eyes sparkling. “Her sarcasm has this cutting edge that could probably freeze the sun but somehow, when she smiles … it’s like … it’s like … she is the sun itself, you know? It lit up her whole being from the inside, she just glows and it reaches her eyes. It always reaches her eyes when she genuinely smiles.”
Winn’s listening, eyes intent on her despite the drunken glaze.
“She’s incredibly proud. She doesn’t like when people just overlook her because her parents have money. She’s a real perfectionist, you know? Always pushing for everyone to be the better version of themselves, to never be content with just what they have and to dare reaching out for more. She’s doing it to herself, to the point it must be exhausting, I think,” Kara smiles, a little sadly. Cat never allows herself to just be herself. “She works really hard, in her classes, for the students she’s tutoring and even in her job. She never gives up. I’ve heard stories of how she’s treated in this newspapers … It makes my skin crawl everytime she talks about it, but she doesn’t even pay attention to it. She’s ambitious. So much, I swear one day she’ll be president or something.”
“Well, here’s one career path I didn’t even consider, until now …”
Kara swirls around on her stool, so fast she almost ends up on the floor but hands land on her hips and steady her. Cat’s smiling, a little smugly, and her eyes are bright with something Kara doesn’t even dare to interpret. She steps forward and invades Kara’s space, smelling like spice and wood, with just a hint of alcohol.
“Hey,” Kara whispers, dropping her eyes to her knees. “You’re … back.”
“I wasn’t supposed to be,” Cat replies, her voice low and a little hesitant now. She still has her hands on Kara’s hips and Kara feels her skin burn under the warmth of Cat’s palms, through her clothes. “I just … I … I missed you.”
Kara freezes and then blinks, a little helplessly. “You did?”
“I did,” Cat smiles, leaning forward. “I took a plane this afternoon and then came straight from the airport because Winn texted me, said you were here.”
Kara glances at her friend but the stool he previously occupied was empty. Kara and Cat were all alone near the bar, save it from the coming and going bartender on the other side of it.
“How much of it did you hear?” Kara asks, swallowing hard under Cat’s focused gaze.
“Apparently, your mooning over me is visible from space …” Cat chuckles and Kara groans, hiding her face in between her hands and muttering something about killing Winn.
“Please don’t,” Cat whispers, slowly prying Kara’s fingers away from her face. “I’ve been … too scared to make a move. I didn’t know … I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”
Kara looks up to meet Cat’s gaze. It’s so bright and hopeful, it takes Kara’s breath away.
“I did. I do. I …” Kara sighs, looking down again. “I should have told you about Clark, I’m sorry about that. I thought … I thought maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if you knew I was Clark Kent’s cousin. I know you and Lois have a … complicated story.”
Cat slowly removes her hands from Kara’s hip and the loss is jaring, it makes Kara shudders. Cat takes the stool Winn has just vacated and looks at Kara with sadness in her eyes.
“We … had, a complicated story. I’m not going to lie, she broke my heart when she ended our relationship but it’s not fair to put all the blame on her, as tempting as it is,” Cat explains with a slight chuckle. Kara arches a surprise brow but doesn’t say anything. “I … never told my parents, about Lois and I. Worse, I hid her, on the few times they came visit me. She …”
Cat draws in a breath and accepts the glass of wine the bartender places in front of her. She’s a regular in this bar where Kara sometimes works, the other bartenders know what she likes and they’re past the point of asking, they just go with it.
“As flawed as Lois is, as annoying as she can sometimes be, she never hid who she was and she didn’t deserve the way I was treating her, back then. I … I understand, why she broke up with me. We stayed friends, and I value her friendship a great deal.”
Kara tilts her head and looks at the way Cat plays with her drink. The deep burgundy beverage swirls in the glass, slowly, regularly, it’s a little fascinating.
“I got so scared, Kara. When Winn called me to let me know about your accident … I felt as if my whole world was crumbling. I was … terrified of losing you. I didn’t understand why, at first,” Cat says and there’s a tremor in her voice, hints of terror in her hazel eyes. “I might be a little … awkward, when it comes to feelings. Dealing with it has never been my strong suit and I’m a firm believer of bottling everything up and letting it sink somewhere safe.”
Kara slowly reaches and takes Cat’s hand in hers, brushing her thumb across Cat’s knuckles. She doesn’t say anything but with just a nod, she encourages her to keep talking.
“I found you in the hospital, all banged up, with a bandage on your head and everywhere on your body and I … I wanted to hold you, to feel that you were real, still alive and not going anywhere but I … I got scared, Kara,” Cat breathes, squeezing Kara’s fingers. “Of my own feelings, their intensity, the way it ruled every thoughts in my head, every decision I could make, everything. Clark was just … a convenient excuse for me to reject the blame on something else. I admit, I did feel a little betrayed that you didn’t tell me, but it’s not why I stormed off. It’s not the reason I left town.”
“Why did you?” Kara asks, softly. She thinks she knows the answer but she still needs to hear it and more importantly, Cat needs to say it.
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Cat sasses, wanting to remove her hand but Kara holds on and nods. Cat nods too and takes another deep breathe, followed by a long swing of wine. It takes her a minute but she eventually manages to look Kara in the eyes.
“I … I think I’m … falling in love with you, Kara Danvers.”
Kara smiles, widely. “You think?”
Cat rolls her eyes and swats at Kara’s hand. “Shut up.”
“Aww, no,” Kara says, grabbing back Cat’s hand and pulling it close, placing it over her heart. Its frantic beats seem to surprise Cat and she stops struggling against Kara’s hold. “Let me talk. I don’t think I’m falling in love with you. I know I am. I have been in love with you for a long, long time now, but I didn’t want to admit it. I’m no better than you when it comes to feelings, it’s a fucking scary thing.”
Cat gasps and Kara brushes her thumb against the hollow of Cat’s wrist. “I love you, Cat Grant. I love you, and I’m an idiot for not having said so any sooner.”
“You are an idiot,” Cat nods but there’s no denying the pure, unadulterated happiness that shines in her eyes as she smiles, genuinely, widely so. “You’re my idiot.”
Kara doesn’t wait and leans forward, kissing Cat with all she has and all she is. It’s soft and yet intense, tender but passionate and so incredibly intimate. Her hands move to hold Cat’s cheeks, cradling her close and keeping her there as she pulls back, a little breathless.
“I’ve been dreaming of kissing you since the moment you fell asleep on my lap while watching The Empire Strike Back,” Kara whispers against Cat’s lips, earning a chuckle and an eye roll.
“You know I don’t like Star Wars,” Cat muses, dropping a kiss at the corners of Kara’s mouth.
“Liar. You love it,” Kara shakes her head and her laugh gets swallowed in another kiss, deeper this time, more demanding, pressing. A hand tugs at the front of her sweater and she obliges, stepping up from the stool and invading Cat’s space to slide herself in between Cat’s legs.
A moan escapes the back of Cat’s throat and the sound sends a bolt of pure desire down Kara’s core, making her tremble a little against Cat.
“Wanna get out of here?” Kara asks, moving her lips down to Cat’s jawline and dropping a line of soft, sweet kisses alongside it.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Cat groans and before Kara knows it, she’s being dragged outside by her girlfriend.
—
Nothing really changes.
They still have a movie night once or twice a week. Kara still goes to pick up Cat after her soccer practice. They still go to the beach and to the museums together, sharing ice-cream or candy flush. They still study together, listening to music. Kara still tries to cook on a regular basis, under Cat’s fond yet unimpressed gaze. They still argues about the clothes in the living room.
There’s just a lot of making out in the middle.
Sometimes, the movie plays on the TV but no one is watching. Books and essays lie on the floor, amongst the discarded clothes that tend to get removed very quickly these days. There’s hand holding whenever they’re outside together, sweet kisses and small gestures. They go to Alex and Lucy for game nights once a week and it’s comfortable, easy. They still argue and sometimes they even fight and they end up sleeping in their respective bedroom, until one of them caves and gets up to join the other one in the middle of the night. Cat goes to Kara’s soccer games and Kara makes the regular effort to attend some of Cat’s work events.
All in one, they work and it lasts.
—
“You guys are so sickeningly in love, it’s disgusting,” Alex grumbles one morning, three months after the official start of Cat and Kara’s relationship.
She’s hovering by the door with a box of donuts and a cardboard trail full of coffee cups.
“Alex, do come in,” Cat smiles and opens the door a little wider for the older Danvers to step in.
“Is my sister even decent?” Alex asks, nervously looking around. She’s walked on them a few times already and she now knows better than to just knock and enter without answer.
“She’s getting dressed, yes,” Cat chuckles, rolling her eyes before eying the coffee cups with interest.
“Yes, one of them is for you,” Alex puts the donuts box on the kitchen island and hand over her non-fat, no whole milk, bulletproof latte to Cat. She looks a little nauseous as she picks up her own cup. “I don’t know how you can drink this, seriously.”
“Force of habit, I suppose,” Cat shrugs.
Kara bounces out of Cat’s bedroom and comes hug her sister before moving around to kiss Cat. It’s soft and sweet, brief but with just enough love to content Cat, who relaxes back against the kitchen island with a dreamy smile on her lips.
“Sickening,” Alex mutters but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
“You’re just jealous because Luce’s away for a few weeks and you miss her,” Kara rolls her eyes at her sister and opens the donuts box, already picking a chocolate one and handing it over to Cat. She then chooses a jelly filled one for herself. “Where is she anyway?”
“Paris, again,” Alex sighs. “Her environmental law firm is sending her to negotiate at a climate summit or something.”
“Our hero,” Kara smiles and she means it. It makes Alex smile too.
“Alright, are you ready?”
“Sure, let’s go,” Kara says, moving around to go pick up her bag in Cat’s bedroom. When she comes back, Alex is waiting for her by the door and Cat’s lingering near the couch, looking a little sad.
“Awww no, don’t be sad. It’s only three days, I’ll be back before you know it,” Kara laughs, dropping the back on the couch to hug her girlfriend.
“Urgh. I’m gonna wait for you in the car, bye Cat!” Alex says, waving goodbye and then closing the door behind her, offering them some privacy.
“I know, I know but I just …” Cat pauses, looking a little frustrated. Kara slides a finger under Cat’s chin and lift it, slowly.
“Tell me,” Kara pushes, looking into Cat’s eyes. She knows it’s still hard for Cat to deal with feelings, to accept and express them.
“I don’t sleep when you’re not here,” Cat whispers, looking small and vulnerable. Kara’s heart burst out with love and she leans in to kiss her girlfriend, long and hard. Hands tangle in her hair and a body she now knows by heart presses against hers.
“I love you, Cat Grant. I can’t wait to come back to you,” Kara says softly, randomly dropping a few kisses on Cat’s face. It seems to ease Cat just enough to make a smile appears.
“Please do,” she whispers, leaning forward to place her forehead against the crock of Kara’s shoulder.
“You know I will, Cat. I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me,” Kara replies, caressing Cat’s hair with one hand and stroking her back with the other. “I’m your idiot, remember?”
That makes Cat laugh and it’s how Kara knows she can go.
—
Kara climbs the stairs leading to their apartment so fast she almost falls a few time. She’s holding her bag, overthrown on one shoulder, with one hand and the other is keeping a bouquet of flowers upright. White lilies, Cat’s favorite.
She drops the bag at her feet and fumbles around to find her keys, barely managing to enter the right one in the lock when the door is thrown open in front of her. She’s expecting Cat but instead, there’s a much older woman in front of her.
“Hello,” says the stranger. “Who are you?”
The woman is smaller than Kara but the commanding presence is oddly familiar. She’s concealing her age fairly well but the creases on her forehead, the crinkles around her eyes and the defined veins on her hands are still giving it away. She’s wrapped in a burgundy ensemble, pants and a matching jacket over a black shirt and she’s wearing heels. Her pixie haircut hardens her features and highlight the dark green of her eyes.
“Uh … I’m Kara, and I live here. Who are you?” Kara asks, frowning at the stranger in her apartment.
“I’m Kat …” the woman says and Kara snorts.
“No you’re not,” Kara replies and the woman throws her an irritated look that’s all too familiar.
“If you let me finish … I’m Katherine Grant, Cat’s mother.”
Kara gapes and stares, unable to says anything. It’s definitely not what she was expecting to come home to.
“You must be … the roommate,” Katherine muses, looking up and down at Kara’s figure. “Are those flowers for us?”
“Us?” Kara repeats, entirely too lost to do anything else.
She’s coming back from a very intense soccer camp training, she’s exhausted, missing her girlfriend and the way this woman is looking at her with something like disdain in her eyes is grating on her nerves.
“My husband and I,” Katherine exaggeratedly articulates, as if she was talking to a dumb person. “I assume my daughter told you about our visit?”
Kara grits her teeth and counts to ten before she manages to plaster a smile on her lips and extends a hand.
“Actually, she probably forgot to tell me. I’ve been away for a few days and just coming back from a sport camp, but here,” Kara gives away the flowers. “I’m Kara Danvers and despite the awkward beginning, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Grant.”
That seems to please Katherine because the faint shadow of a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. It’s barely there but Kara’s taking whatever she can, especially since the 'meeting the parents’ situation didn’t start out so great.
“Is Cat around?” Kara asks, trying not to sound too hopeful.
“She’s on her way back from work, apparently,” a man’s voice echoes behind Katherine. Kara glances further in the living room and see a gentleman in a navy blue three pieces suit standing near one of the bookshelves. He’s taller than his wife, with distinguished features and metallic grey hair perfectly ordered atop his head. His eyes are of a grey-blue color Kara finds oddly comforting.
“Don’t stand in the way dear, do come in,” Katherine gestures for her to step in and Kara tries not to seethe that this stranger is inviting her in her own place. She grabs her bag and excuses herself to her bedroom.
She’s not used her own bedroom in months and it shows. Dust is gathering on her wardrobe, on her desk and on her bed night stands. It’s all too neat, too ordered for her taste. She searches for her phone in her bag and curses when she sees it’s out of power. She plugs it and unpack her stuff while it gathers enough battery to be launched again.
When it finally starts, it vibrates non-stop for about two minutes.
She has eight missed calls and twice as many texts, all from Cat.
“Uh oh,” Kara sighs.
She’s about to call Cat back when her phones goes off, Cat’s calling.
“Hi babe,” Kara greets, smiling from ear to ear.
“Kara, oh my gosh where have you been?” Cat’s panicked and short of breath. “I’ve been trying to call you for hours! Nevermind, whatever you do, don’t show up at the apartment tonight, my parents are in town and they didn’t announce themselves, as usual …”
Kara stays silent after that. She knows Cat’s still not out to her parents, they’ve talked about it and Kara knows Cat isn’t ready but after what happened with Lois, Kara was still expecting some kind of gesture. A step in the right direction. Something to hang onto. This, Cat lying to her about her parents dropping unannounced and asking her to hide until they’re gone, was not great.
The disappointment hurts, like a needle piercing her thick skin and reaching the sensitive part of her.
“You don’t say,” Kara retorts, a little coolly. “Your mother sounds lovely. I have yet to interact with your father though. What should I do, hide in the closet in my bedroom until they’re gone?”
There’s a pause on the other side of the line, before Cat speaks again. “You’re … home?”
Again, this isn’t the excited welcome Kara was expecting. Instead, Cat sounds terrified, slightly sick even.
“You know, sometimes I wonder … am I just a piece of furniture, to you? You sure as hell conveniently seems to forget that I live here, too,” Kara snaps, not handling her disappointment well. She looks at herself in the mirror of her bedroom.
She’s already dressed for it, casual jeans, a red hoodie beneath her leather jacket and she’s wearing her favorite pair of red converses to go with it.
“Nevermind Cat, I’m going to the bar. I wasn’t planning on working tonight but I guess it doesn’t matter anyway,” Kara says, shortly. “Don’t wait for me, I’ll crash at Winn’s tonight. Have fun with your parents.”
Kara hangs up and grabs her keys, her wallet and pushes them in her pocket with her phone. She gets her motorcycle helmet and a backpack she fills with whatever clothes will work as a pyjama, some toiletries and then heads out.
“I’m sorry Mrs and Mr Grant, but I’ve been called out to replace one of my coworkers, out sick. Since I figured you’d like to have some time with your daughter, I won’t intrude that way. Enjoy your dinner,” Kara waves at them and exits her place as fast as she can.
In her pocket, her phone keeps vibrating but she just ignores it.
—
“She’s calling me now, please do something,” Winn says, sounding slightly terrified.
His phone is lit up with Cat’s name above a wallpaper that says 'Breathe and pick up’. It usually makes Kara laugh, but not tonight.
“Nope,” Kara says, ignoring the call and going away to clear some tables and takes a few orders.
“Still no progress?” Alex asks from behind him, and Winn shakes his head.
“I think Cat royally screwed up this time,” Winn says, sadness echoing in his voice. He’s known the Danvers sisters for a long time now and he’s been in their life long enough to recognize when the situation’s really bad.
“I agree,” Alex sighs, worriedly looking at her sister across the bar. “She’s not calling me though, I must be her very last resort …”
“Cat’s terrified of you, so yeah I’m pretty sure you’ll be the very last person she calls,” Winn laughs but it’s hollow, it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“And yet …” Alex mumbles, raising her phone to show Cat’s name etched on it.
“Oh, whow,” Winn lets out a breath. “That bad …”
“Hi Cat,” Alex greets, placing her phone against her ear. She keeps her voice neutral and cool but her eyes are burning with anger.
Winn doesn’t hear what Cat says but the anger flaring up in the older Danvers eyes tells him it’s not good. It calms down pretty quickly though and Winn hears sobs, coming out of Alex’s phone.
“Cat … You did something terribly wrong, there’s no denying it. I know it, Kara knows it, you know it … What’s done is done,” Alex eventually speaks, voice low but clear. “What you can do is apologize. Make up for it. She’s not asking you to come out to your parents, she would never ask that of you. She simply doesn’t want to be or to feel like your dirty secret.”
Winn nods approvingly.
Cat speaks some more and Alex shakes her head.
“Give her some time to cool off, she’ll be back. Cat, I mean it. Do not try to push her, you’ll only manage to do more damage,” Alex warns. “I know my sister, she’s head over heels in love with you, she’ll come around.”
Cat must have asked for some reinsurance because Alex adds, fondly “She’s still your idiot, you know. Just, give her time, give her space.”
After that, Alex hangs up and Winn gives her a knowing look.
—
“Please, don’t leave me,” Cat asks the moment Kara steps back in the apartment, a week after Cat’s parents visit.
Kara’s thrown off by the unexpected greeting, by the vulnerability in her girlfriend’s voice, the red rimmed eyes and the way Cat fidgets with her hands.
She’s standing next to the usual bookshelves in the living room and Kara distractingly notices the picture of Lois & Cat is gone. Cat’s wearing one of Kara’s university sweater, a pale grey hoodie with NCU blazon plastered in blue across the front. It looks too big on her but somehow, it still suits her better than Kara.
“What? No, I’m not here to breakup with you!” Kara frowns, dropping her keys in the usual plate on the small table by the entrance. She hangs her leather jacket next to the door and then turns around to face her girlfriend, who seems at a loss as to what to do.
“Come on,” Kara opens her arms and steps forward, inviting Cat in the embrace. She doesn’t need to tell her twice, Cat all but hurls herself at Kara and holds onto her for dear life.
“I’m so sorry, Kara I’m so sorry, I made a mistake, or a few …” Cat sobs against Kara’s shoulder and Kara feels fingers twist into the red fabric of her hoodie, tangling in it really. “I didn’t know … I didn’t want to … I’m …”
“Cat, look at me,” Kara pulls back just enough so she could meet Cat’s eyes. The hazel is dimmed, reddish and it’s all puffy but Kara still finds that Cat is the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. “I know, okay? I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I know you, and I believe you when you says you reacted poorly.”
Cat takes a deep breath and then shakes her head, hands still holding onto Kara’s hoodie.
“I never meant to make you feel like a dirty little secret, Kara,” Cat says, voice a little steadier. Kara doesn’t interrupt, her arms still wrapped around her girlfriend’s silhouette. “It was so very wrong and I am truly, really sorry about the way I treated you.”
“Thank you,” Kara nods, accepting the apology and acknowledging Cat’s efforts at offering one. “I know you panicked and you did tell me you’re not exactly good with feelings, I should have anticipated it. I’m sorry I ran away and gave you the cold shoulder for a while.”
“I hated it. Every second of it. I’ve missed you, Kara,” Cat whispers, resting her forehead against Kara’s collarbone and stepping in closer.
“I’ve missed you too, Cat. Just, don’t freak out on me the next time your parents are in town, okay?” Kara asks, lifting Cat’s chin and leaning in for a kiss.
It’s incredibly soft and tender, slightly hesitant too. It lasts for a little while but then Cat’s wrapping a hand around Kara’s neck and pulling her in closer, moaning into the kiss. The next thing Kara knows, they’re stumbling backward to Cat’s bedroom, clothes flying in every direction and greedy hands reaching for smooth skin. Cat’s whispering her name in a way that makes Kara’s knees go really weak but she still manages to sweep Cat off the ground, groaning at the way Cat’s thighs close around her waist.
“Bold move, my love,” Cat chuckles but her eyes are dark with lust and impatience and she leans forward to kiss Kara senseless.
“Hmf,” Kara’s replies gets muffled in the kiss and it’s not long before they’re finally falling into Cat’s bed, Kara’s hands already roaming Cat’s body, worshipping it really.
It’s been way too long since they hadn’t been intimate and there’s a certain tenderness into the way Kara takes her sweet time to kiss every inch of Cat’s skin, lingering on some soft spots and biting into some others, guiding Cat’s hands and murmuring words of love. Cat’s still clinging to her in a way that betrays her fears so Kara kisses her eyelashes and murmurs “I’m not going anywhere Cat. I’m yours, remember?” Cat looks at her with such awe and wonder in her eyes, Kara laughs and kisses her, loving her with everything she is, everything she has to offer, all the love she feels.
It’s very early in the morning when they finally fall asleep, tangled together in Cat’s bed.
—
“Cat? Cat sweetheart, are you in there?”
Kara jolts awake at the sound of Katherine Grant’s voice, coming from the living room. It takes a few seconds before the reality of that statement catch up with her brain.
“Cat! Cat wake up, your mother’s here,” Kara hisses, rolling around in the bed and missing the edge, falling on the ground with a loud thud and a swear word.
“Humpf,” Cat grumbles, grabbing a pillow and placing it over her head. Kara has never cursed the fact her girlfriend wasn’t a morning person so hard before. “Too early.”
“For fuck sake, Cat, wake up!” Kara groans as she rises up from the ground and looks around for something to throw on herself. She’s naked and if her memory serves her well, most of their clothes are still in the living room. She grabs a sweater that hangs from the side of Cat’s wardrobe and starts searching for some trousers or at least the very least, underwear.
“What are you doing up? Come back to bed,” Cat mumbles and Kara feels a hand run along her legs as she moves around the bed.
“Cat!” Kara grabs her girlfriend and gently shakes her awake. “Cat, your mother is here, in our living room, where we left all of our clothes last night …”
“My … mother?” Cat suddenly looks wide awake, if not a little pale and unsteady.
“Yes, your mother …” Kara nods, wincing as Katherine’s calling for Cat again. “Come on, get dressed and get out of the room, I’m going to hide in your bathroom.”
“No, don’t hide,” Cat states and Kara freezes, looking unsure. Cat moves to stand on her knees on the mattress and she reaches out for Kara’s face, pulling her down for a kiss. It’s slow and loving, sure too.
“Uh, Cat?” Kara asks, a little dazzled.
“No more hiding,” Cat murmurs again, a shy smile gracing her lips.
“Cat, I’m coming in,” Katherine announces and before Kara can hide or move, really, the bedroom door is thrown open and Cat’s mother’s standing in the door frame.
“There you are,” Katherine smiles. Her eyes linger on the scene in front of her but she doesn’t look in the least phased. “We brought breakfast, care to join us?”
Cat looks as dumbfounded as Kara feels and they exchange a confused look.
“What?” Katherine asks, frowning.
“You … You’re not mad?” Cat dares to ask, reaching for Kara’s hand and squeezing it. Kara returns the gesture and steps closer to her, protective.
“Mad? Why would I?” Katherine seems entirely too at ease and Kara feels really out of her depths here, but she doesn’t move.
“Uh …” Cat is at a loss for words, clearly.
“You mean, that you’re dating a woman? Please,” Katherine makes a dismissive hand gesture that seems to be destined to no one in particular. “You never fooled anyone, Cat. Your father and I have known since the day you came home babbling about this special friend of your, Olivia was it?”
“Olivia? But I was … in highschool,” Cat says, eyes wide.
“Well, yes, and?” Katherine frowns again, as if Cat’s addition wasn’t relevant in any way.
“I didn’t … I didn’t even … know, back then!” Cat protests, looking really confused.
“You didn’t, but we did. Now, put on some clothes and join us for breakfast,” Katherine orders and she turns her gaze to Kara. “For God’s sake, put on some pants Kara! Then you’re welcome to join us, I would love to know more about my daughter’s girlfriend.”
After that, she closes the door and the sound of her heels fades away back to the kitchen.
For a moment, neither Cat or Kara speak.
They’re too stunned to even think about anything to say.
“What did just happen?” Kara eventually wonders out loud, breaking the strange quiet of the room.
“I have … no idea,” Cat replies, shocked.
“I think … as far as a coming out goes … this one should wins some kind of award,” Kara eventually chuckles, shaking her head and resuming her search for something to wear.
“What are you doing?” Cat asks.
“Uh … finding something to wear?” Kara replies, opening Cat’s wardrobe. “Your mother all but ordered me to put on some pants …”
“I like you better without your pants on,” Cat muses, voice low and seductive. It sends a shiver down Kara’s spine.
“Oh no no no. Don’t give me that look, Cat. Your parents are literally in the next room and I’ve already went through enough embarrassing time with them to last a lifetime,” Kara shakes her head and steps away from the bed, out of Cat’s reach. “Come on, get up, get dressed. We’re having breakfast with your parents.”
“Here’s a sentence I never thought I would hear coming from my girlfriend,” Cat smiles, eyes alight with joy and happiness, love.
“Something tells me we should get used to it, too,” Kara smiles back and moves closer to kiss Cat. “I love you, Cat Grant.”
“I love you too, Kara Danvers,” Cat whispers against Kara’s lips. “My idiot.” THE END
#Supercat#Kara x Cat#Lucy x Alex#Sentences prompt#I can't believe it's so long#Seriously#I'm exhausted#Supercat AU#Kara x Cat AU#University AU#Roommates AU#OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES#I seriously used a whole bunch of clichés in there#Also re-used some good stuff like Kara being a soccer player#rated E
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birthday blues - stiles stilinski
summary: knowing you always got the birthday blues, stiles tried his best to break the annual cycle
word count: 2.3k
warnings: a whole bunch of fluffs
a/n: back with writing fics to cope with my problems 🤠 but yeah today’s my birthday and i’m just in a really bad place rn but i hope yall like this fic cause writing it brought so much comfort to me
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Birthdays are not always all sunshine and rainbows like how the world perceived them to be. To some people, it can be more terrifying than fun, having to deal with the idea of growing older, dealing with adulthood, and eventually facing your inevitable death.
Without question, you are one of those poor miserable souls and to your misfortune, today’s the wretched day.
Knowing the dreadful day ahead, you start the morning like you would any other day, making your routine as ordinary as you can, a placebo to yourself. Normal attire, normal make-up, normal day.
On normal days, you would walk to school, meet your boyfriend first thing in the morning, before rushing to whatever class it is you have to attend. However, the sight of a familiar, worn-down blue jeep parked idly outside your house indicates that unlike your wishes, today is indeed not a normal day.
You approach the car with jumbled emotions, both delighted yet sulky at the change of your well-thought plans. Without notice, you pull the black handle, the metal door creaking open revealing your sweet eccentric boyfriend.
At your presence, he shifts his focus from his phone to your sullen figure on the jeep’s doorframe.
“Hi there,” he shines a dopey grin.
You can only pout in return. “What are you doing here?”
“I decided to pick you up today,” he replies but you only give him a skeptical glare.
“What? I can’t pick my girlfriend up?” he asks rhetorically as you rolled your eyes, jumping into the front seat while shutting the door behind you. With a small smirk that doesn’t go unnoticed by you, he switches the gears and hit the gas, driving away.
A minute into the journey, you realize that you were going on a different route, one that does not lead to your school.
“Where are we going?”
“Be patient, babe,” he instructs, his full attention still on the road.
“But we have school!” you whine.
“Come on, missing one day of school won’t kill us,” he pauses to turn to you, his features softening. “Just trust me, okay?”
In fact, you always do. You trust Stiles, even with your life.
“Fine,” you huff, back to observing the passing cars and buildings as light music plays from the stereo.
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The next thing you know, he pulls aside, entering the parking lot of an arcade.
“Are we seriously skipping school and risking my future just to go the arcade?” You glare at him, anticipating a reasonable answer.
“Don’t look at me like that. I know you love it,” he simply smiles, before turning the ignition off and jumping out of the car. He indeed is right, you do love the arcade. It is such a cliché date location, but you love how careless and free you feel while hopping from one machine to the other.
Hours have passed and you have almost played every single game in the arcade. But currently, you guys are aggressively competing in table hockey.
“Fuck, why are you putting so much effort into this?” You curse while he cheers, fist-bumping in the air as the puck he knocks glides so smoothly into the slit of your side of the table.
“I don’t, I’m just too good and you suck,” he winks but you only roll your eyes, acknowledging your defeat—at least for now. The last game the two of you haven’t played yet is the Dance Dance Revolution, and you are most definitely not going easy on him, desperately seeking your revenge.
“Dance Dance Revolution?” He is looking a little anxious as the two of you stand in front of the platform.
“Yeah, you’re not backing out, right?” you tease.
“Of course not!” he retorts.
But the cards seem to be on your side this time. Stiles has bad stamina, but he has a worse ego. He picks the hardest setting along with you confidently and after two songs in, he is already gasping for air.
“Let me take a breath,” he pants.
“Did I hear that right? I thought you’re too good,” you sarcastically quote his words.
“Haha,” he fakes a laugh.
After gathering the stuff you left on the floor earlier, he finally turns to you. “Okay, fine. Maybe I deserve this. Now, are we done? Cause I’m hungry.”
As if on cue, your stomach starts to rumble. “And so are you,” a smug on his face.
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You look up from the jeep’s front window to the big neon platform plastered on top of the building.
“Mel’s Diner? Great choice, Stilinski,” you point out.
“I know. I remembered you loved their vanilla milkshake last time,” he brings up nonchalantly before getting out of the jeep as a small smile creeps on the corners of your lips.
The bell above the door rings as Stiles pushes them open, indicating the presence of a new customer. You take in the bustling yet familiar ambiance of the diner as nostalgia hits you. Following closely behind Stiles, you guys sit on one of the booths.
Not even a minute after the two of you are fully settled in, a waitress comes up to your table, handing you out the menus. Stiles orders a burger with fries and you order their classic breakfast pancake with sausages and a vanilla milkshake which is your favorite.
After repeating your orders and making sure everything was correct, the waitress heads off to the back of the counter, leaving the two of you alone once again.
Time flies almost instantly as the two of you chat away. Right as your steaming orders arrive on your table, the two of you dig in immediately, not sparing another second being famished.
“Mmm, this is so good,” you mumble while churning the pancake.
“You want some?” you swallow the food in your mouth before you offer him a small piece of the pancake to which he does not hesitate to accept it.
The moment your fork reaches his mouth, his eyes close in pleasure. “Oh wow, that’s amazing.”
Taking this opportunity, you sneak your hand onto his plate, stealing a few fries from his meal. But before you can get rid of the evidence, Stiles opens his eyes, catching you red-handed.
“Thief!” he gasps.
“Come on, I gave you some pancakes!” you exclaim as he shrugs it off.
Before devouring the fries you stole, you dip them meticulously in the milkshake first. Your actions are met by Stiles’ both puzzled and repulsed look. “What the hell?”
“It’s pretty good, go try it yourself if you don’t trust me!” you insist. Thinking for a second, he gives in and decides to give it a try.
He mirrors your previous steps before bringing the fries into his mouth. He chews it slowly, letting his taste buds process the unique combination of flavors, before nodding in retreat.
“Fine, that was perplexingly acceptable,” he admits dishearteningly as you chuckle.
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The next destination Stiles chose is the beach. The sky is blue and clear, the sun blazing on your skin but is cooled immediately by the strong gushing wind as you finally realized that it has already passed noon, you’re already midway through the day.
While walking on the sidewalk from the parking lot to the beach area, you see an ice cream stand. Imagining the cool dessert makes your throat even drier.
“You want some ice cream?” you ask Stiles.
“Is that even a question?” he retorts, stopping in his tracks the moment you guys reach the ice cream stand.
After purchasing two cones of ice cream, the two of you proceed to stroll on the scorched pavement, at least a little less cranky and feverish now with ice creams on both of your hands.
Arriving at the beach, Stiles lays down a towel he brought on the empty spot on the sand. You slump on the material, huffing at the warm temperature of the ground.
“It’s so hot out here,” you complain, wiping your sweat from your forehead.
“So let’s go swimming!” Stiles suggests as you tilt your head, confused.
“Right now?”
“Yeah, come on!“ he chirps, taking his T-shirt off as his pants follow, leaving him in his boxers. He then ecstatically run towards the ocean, splashing into the waves. You can only shake your head before stripping off your clothes except for your undergarments and put them on top of the towel.
You slowly walk into the water, calmly swimming over to your hyper boyfriend. He has his back towards you, so you decide to sneak up on him and startle him. You quietly poke his sides, both shocking and tickling, as he jolts, turning around to face you with a furious look to which you return with a mischievous grin.
“Game on,” he breathes before tackling you into the water. After a few struggles, you manage to playfully kick out of his grip, swimming away from him. Not giving up easily, he swims closely behind you as you try to splash some water on his face to distract him. However, you realize that your tactic turns out to be more distracting for you than for him the moment he suddenly appears behind you and squeeze you.
“Stiles!” you scream in surprise while bursting into waves of laughter. While chuckling, he holds you on your waist and turn your body around to face him. You rest your palms on his bare chest as you took in his features under the bright light. His hair is slicked back and completely wet while his pale skin is damp, a few drops of water dripping down his mole-speckled cheeks. You raise one of your palms to his cheeks, tenderly caressing his face as you lean in for a hungry kiss. The two of you instantly melt into the kiss, your lips moving smoothly in sync. As you part, you can only stare at him in awe and giggle sheepishly before splashing some more water to his face.
You spend quite a while swimming around the empty sea, playing and joking with each other as the beach is filled with nothing but both of your laughter. Finally feeling tired, you two decide to head to the washroom and rinse the saltwater away before continuing your journey.
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And you are back in Stiles’ jeep where he is now driving you again to yet another mysterious venue of his picking as you sit idly beside him.
“What’s for dinner?” You’re slowly getting hungry, probably because you had used most of your energy at the beach a while ago.
“What do you feel like eating?” he returns the question.
“Chinese?” you propose.
“Then Chinese it is!” He rotates the steering wheel around, heading to the closest Chinese drive-thru restaurant he can find.
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Heavy eyelids fluttering open, you are woken up by Stiles soft voice calling your name and his palms gently resting on your shoulders.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he sings as you sleepily grumble, rubbing your tired eyes.
“Where are we?” you mumble, sitting up straight as you hear him shut the jeep door, soon followed by the door on your side swinging open.
“Come on.” He stretches his arm out for you to take. As your fingers intertwine with his, you hop out of the jeep, your feet landing on the leaf-covered ground. You take a moment to steady yourself from your drowsiness before taking in your surroundings. Tall, broad trees enclose you, covering the already lacking sunshine from the incoming dusk as the only opening to the perimeter is the high precipice ahead of you, showcasing the city you grew up in.
In awe of the remarkable and refreshing view, you take slow steps approaching the edge to get a better look at the city. You allow your eyelids to shut for a moment, feeling the breeze brush through the strands of your hair as tranquility takes over your aching body.
Opening your eyes once again, you turn around to see Stiles sitting so innocently with your Chinese takeouts on a laid-out blanket on the ground. He taps the empty spot beside him, indicating you to settle down.
“Which one do you want?” he asks as you looked the box of chow mein and Kung Pao chicken in front of you deliberately.
“Do you want to just share them?” he adds as you nod, not being able to pick one out of the two.
Having no other specific plans after gobbling the boxes clean, you guys end up unwinding and relishing the silence of the wilderness. It’s so peculiar how the two of you had spent hours and hours with each other but still manage to not grow tired of each other’s company, even if it’s just sitting quietly with each other’s presence.
Stiles is sitting with his legs straight with you lay down on his lap, both of you looking up at the rose-tinted sky, watching the sunset.
“The sunset is beautiful, don’t you think?” you utter, still looking up at the sky.
“It is,” he replies but his eyes are not fixated on the sky, instead he is looking at you. He is studying your features under the golden shine from the sun, memorizing them as if today’s his last day.
“Y/N, I have something for you,” he speaks while slightly straightening up, prompting you to sit up. From the pocket of his hoodies, he fishes out a hand-sized black velvet box and pulls the lid open, revealing a gleaming ruby pendant, similar to the one your late grandfather gave to your grandmother, neatly placed in the middle.
“Happy Birthday, sunshine.” His honey orbs bore into yours so enchantingly and dearly as your heart warm up from his actions and your lips unconsciously curved into a smile.
“Thank you, Stiles,” you mutter. “Not just for this amazing present, but for today, and for being the best boyfriend a girl could have ever asked for.”
Giving you a warm smile, he brushes your stranded hairs away before cupping your face.
“Anything for the birthday girl.”
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MY TYPE | JJK
One Shot
▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.
▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au
▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader
▽ words: 2192
▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick
A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.
How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.
And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.
But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.
You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.
You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.
Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.
“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”
“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.
Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.
“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”
“You’re disgusting.”
And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.
As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.
“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.
“Unfortunately.”
He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.
“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”
“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”
Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.
Seriously? You are that full of yourself?
“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”
Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.
“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.
He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.
“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”
No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.
“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”
You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.
“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.
“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”
Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.
He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.
“I recognized the skirt, you know?”
You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.
“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”
This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.
“Are you sure?”
You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.
He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.
You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.
“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”
It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.
“You want me to stop, Y/N?”
His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.
“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.
You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.
“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”
His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.
Fuck he’s big.
He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”
You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.
“Tastes good?”
“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.
Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.
“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”
“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.
“Fuck I’m close.”
Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.
However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.
You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.
“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”
His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.
“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”
You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.
“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”
He groaned, thrusting harder in you.
“You are so fucking hot.”
The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.
You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.
When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.
“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”
He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.
“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”
“Jerkass.”
“Nerd.”
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You Are My Home
I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE
Information: This will probably have multiple parts but stand alone (?) I'm a bit nervous to post this cause this is a more personal uhh imagines 😂
Summary: It's been a long time since your friends saw you, a lot has change and you are in a better place in your life. Specially the relationship part
Pairings: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader
Theme: fluff
TW: none (?)
Word Count: 2,241
"Hey guys" you greeted, giving a small smile to your friends. It's been a long time since you all had the chance to talk together
Everyone has been busy and since you left your original city 2 years ago, the best you can do is chat with them once in a while
You are confident that the relationship with them is strong but you are sure many things have changed. But change is good, specially since you left with heavy heart and full of uncertainty
Right now you are in a good position in your life, and everyone is free, or at least made sure to make time. But still, the best you can do is video call for now
After 2 years this is the first time you've seen everyone. While they keep in touch and get together once in a while. You just were too far, both physically and mentally
"Hey, long time no see" Steve teased and you chuckled
"Damn you look good" Natasha commented "been taking care of yourself, I see"
You made a face and nodded "happy now I finally hit the gym like you always nag me to?" She chuckled
"Hey, just want you healthy"
"I know, thank you. Your voice is actually what pushed me in training" you leaned on the table, placing your cheeks on your knuckles "I can just hear you berating me for being so weak"
Everyone chuckled, agreeing that she does do that
"But in all seriousness, you look happy" Bucky complimented
Sighing, you nodded, finally at the position in your life where you can actually see yourself having a bright future
"I am, finally got my shit together, mostly at least"
The topic then transferred to your other friends, enjoying their presence even just from the screen. Laughing together just like the old times
"(Y/n)?" You turn your head to the voice, your girlfriend, Elizabeth calling for you coming from the second floor
"Darling, I'm in the dining" you answered and immediately heard footsteps
Without looking at the screen of your laptop, she smiled, excitedly tilt your head by your chin, kissing you deeply
Every one of your friends are stunned. Of course, you never showed them any public display, not like you had the chance anyway since you never really pursued anyone for years you were with them and now here you are kissing Elizabeth Olsen
Very famous actress, part of big filming companies, a producer as well
"Damn (Y/n)..." Natasha whispered and you laughed when Lizzie finally realized you were actually on a video call
"Oh no, sorry baby" she said wiping your mouth and hers with her sleeves, you shake your head to stop her
"You're fine, or not. But Lizzie, meet my friends" you gestured on the screen and Lizzie shyly waved at them. Blush dusting her cheeks as she pursed her lips into a decent smile. Your taste still lingering on her mouth
They said a quick hi to be polite then suddenly spoke all at once berating you for not telling them you are dating "the Elizabeth Olsen". The actress, the girl of your dreams
Then it was your turn to blush when Bucky mentioned that she's the reason you never had any interest in other people. She was just too 'shiny' to you, the other just seemed dull
Elizabeth looked at you with new found love in her eyes as you got bullied by your friends. She can't help but give you a quick kiss on the cheek before apologizing for interrupting your moment with them again
"Oh no, you did not interrupt at all. We probably wouldn't even know she's dating if you didn't come" Tony said and everyone told him to shut up
"It's not like how it sounds, Ms. Olsen. (Y/n) is very proud of you, she just really doesn't like speaking about her relationships" Peter explained and Elizabeth chuckled
"Oh I know, that's why we are not in public anyway" she patted your head "but it's okay. I don't want to drag her in the mess of Hollywood so if you can just keep all this between us" she gave everyone a small smile and they either shrugged or nodded
"No problem" Natasha answered "I'll make sure these idiots don't slip up"
Elizabeth gave them a big smile before she left to get breakfast. Once she is gone though they started attacking you with questions again
"Fine fine" you sighed, finally giving up "we met a few months after I left, I applied to the Marvel Studio as set decorator. I was fixing up the set the night before with a bunch of my coworkers so the shooting will proceed with ease. I'm usually just there at night so when she came looking for her phone, which I actually picked up and was planning to give to the lost and found before leaving, they pointed her to me. I gave it to her, she thanked me and that was it'' you shrugged
"Then how did you two got together"
Pursing your lips, knowing they wouldn't stop anyway you told them
It was the wrap up of the filming for Endgame. The biggest movie you will ever work with if you are honest
A bunch of A-listers are there and a lot of demands have to be met so for the first time, the whole movie you had to be in and out of the sets. You barely slept or ate in the past few months. You apartment even collected dust since all you did there is go home, take a shower, then go out
You mostly slept on set. By the end of the filming your body is screaming for rest. But you kept going anyway. This project is a very big deal for you, specially you lead the look of the set. anything that needs to be changed, moved, removed, added to the set goes through you
So basically, all day you stand in front of the set, watching the designers work their magics and you requesting changes, assessing the atmosphere in pre production and etc. and at night, clean up and set up is a bitch
One morning you were so tired you wanted to pass out there and then when Elizabeth enter the area. She was shooting all her parts today that can be soloed
You tried to keep yourself awake and alert to anything and everything so when you noticed an uneven ramp and props that she will unfortunately stepped on, your body started running before your mind can comprehend what's happening
She let out a squeal when she broke her ankle and fall but before she hit the ground and risk further injuries on her wrist that is sure to break her fall, you were catching her
But your body felt so weak that instead of staying up right, she fell on you. At least she wasn't hurt at any part of her body but you were, you hit your head on impact but it was minor
If ever, it only made you dizzy
She stood up and you did as well. You rubbed your hand on your face, ordering staffs to re-arrange and clean up the set so no more obstacle can cause accidents
You didn't even dare look at her eyes knowing those green orbs will suck your life out of you. You asked her if she's okay, also apologizing for the dangerous set up. It was overlooked that she would be indeed walking in heels, boots but heels nevertheless
"It's fine, I'm fine" she said, smiling but her eyes are full of worry "are you though? You hit your head when you broke my fall" she said, even unconsciously touching it
"Uh yeah..." you awkwardly smiled at her "it doesn't hurt, thanks" you then slowly back away. When the props have been arrange, the shooting started but your body felt so weak you had to call your assistant to cover for you
You went to the area where you always rested and slept. You were out for almost 2 hours when a cough woke you up. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and ask what they need without even looking at them
"I...brought you food, and coffee" your head snapped, looking at the voice you only dream of talking . She had a small and awkward smile and shy look in her eyes directed to you
"I was looking for you where you usually stand but noticed you weren't there" she explained, your face obviously gave your confusion away "I wanted to thank you again, the stunt director said that if it weren't for you, I would most likely break my wrist in that fall"
You slowly nodded, giving her a small smile "well, it was our fault for not triple checking the set"
"No no, please don't do that, accidents happen, I'm just here to thank you. It was me being clumsy too" You look at her with newfound admiration, a firm believer of 'never meet your idol, it will disappoint you'. But it wasn't the case with her at all
You are aware of the rumors that she's actually very kind, down to earth and serious with her job. It's a good rumor considering she is well known and if you are honest, you know deep in your heart it is true, but you never get your hopes up high
If only you met in a different circumstance, maybe you would think of trying to flirt a little but you know your place. This is a work situation and you need to be as professional as you can be. She is still an actress after all, you need to respect her space
It doesn't mean that she is being kind to you, it's an invitation to step into that space of hers. So you muster the most professional smile you can
"Well thanks, it's really no problem" you said with indifference and if you are actually not too much in your head, you will see her frown with the change of tone
She then handed you the food and the coffee "I'd actually like to talk more again sometimes" she said, swallowing the tightness in her throat "maybe for a coffee?"
The invitation did wonders in your body. Your heart is just beating a tad bit faster, your stomach filled with butterflies, your cheeks turning red. All the cliché reactions you can feel, it's there but then you moved and you groaned, your body sore from over work
You were so sure you wanted to say yes, but your body clearly wanted to say no. After this shooting, you just want to drop dead in your apartment and maybe wake up 3 months after
"I'm just so tired recently, I will be no fun" you chuckled, exhaustion dripping on every syllable "but hey, maybe a few weeks after the filming is done, if you are still up for it?"
The sadness of rejection from earlier was turned into a big grin. Her excitement sparkled on her eyes "sure, I'd give you my number then"
You nodded and gave her your phone. She didn't even have to ask for a password because you never put one in. It's easier since you give your phone to your assistants all the time to contact people for updates on props shipments and other business related matter
She excitedly tapped her number, saving it as 'Scarlet Witch' and that made you giggle. Using her screen name that's not even canon yet
"Okay, Scarlet Witch, I'll call you when I finally get some well deserve hibernation, then maybe I'll be more fun to talk to than a usual" She laughed and nodded and you are so sure you can never be more in love with her voice
She then said a few more things before leaving you to rest. You thanked her again for the food and coffee before she disappeared
"I can't believe you almost rejected her" Steve said wide eyed "she's like, your dream woman"
"Oh I can" Natasha said "(Y/n) doesn't hit uncertain, have you ever played with her on anything? All her hits are aces!"
"But it's like the chance of a lifetime!"
"Yeah! That's why you make sure you attack when you know it will hit!"
The two started bickering and you all just watched, laughing at their same old antics. Elizabeth then walk to your side, offering you a fruit bowl for breakfast, you thanked her and then invited her to seat besides you and she did, you kissed her off camera
"What was that?" She chuckled but tried to catch your lips again when you pulled away, you giggled at her pouty face
"Nothing, just suddenly can't believe I'm actually dating you" she sighed, giving you a small smile
"You might think that you're the lucky one but it's actually me" she said, pressing a hand on your cheeks and squeezing it lightly "you make my life whole, (Y/n), you filled the space in my heart where money or popularity cannot"
"And you picked up and fixed my broken pieces" you countered, leaning on her hand that's now just slowly rubbing your cheeks
"I guess we are both lucky then"
"Yeah"
Your eyes both glint the same way. Feeling like you finally found where you belong, in each other. You are home
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🎩 T & U for Alfie?
Congrats again Anna! 💖
Thank you, Liz!! ❤️❤️
Toddlers: Do they want children? How do they deal with fatherhood? Are they good with children?
I think it’s not something he craves but he’s not against either, if that makes sense? Alfie knows his world is probably not the best place to bring something as fragile as a child into but at the same time a bunch of mini you or mini him would make him the happiest man in the world! If you want children, he’ll be glad, if you don’t then he’ll be fine with it too!
But if you do end up having a child, you’d discover a whole new Alfie! First in terms of protectiveness, you thought he was a bit overreacting before? Get ready for his very protective nature to just 📈📈📈 as soon as you tell him you’re pregnant! But more seriously, he’s terrified that something might harm you or your child for very obvious reasons, a kid means a new weakness his enemies could use and he would never forgive himself if something happened to you or your baby! Nevertheless, Alfie is over the moon, he’s never been as happy and even if it’s very new (and kind of scary) for him, he’s just embracing it, trying to enjoy every little moment!
I have this hc that Alfie is the kind of man to treat babies, toddlers, teenagers as adults. You’ll never see him speaks with that “baby voice” to a child for instance. He always treats them as adults and in his eyes, they are adults just in a smaller package lol so I think it gives him this kind of advantage with kids? I just think that when children feel like they’re treated as equals and not less smart because they’re younger, they feel more comfortable so he’s prettyamazing!! He’s really the perfect mix between a strict guy when it comes to important things but very loving and caring at the same time! Also as I mentioned in another hc, he’s very patient, he doesn’t get mad easily which again is a great thing when it comes to children because they require patience.
Uplift: What do they do to make you feel better after a rough day? How can you lighten their mood?
When Alfie sees you’re not feeling great, he begins by asking you what you need: do you want to vent? do you want to talk about something else? do you want to not talk at all? And he’ll respect it, even if he wants to help you, he’ll leave you alone if you ask. Now, if you don’t know what you want, he’ll just let you know he’s here and take you in his arms. If he’s working he’ll let you sit on his lap while he fills his paperwork, if he’s reading on the sofa, he’ll read for you out loud.
Now if he's the one who's had a bad day, the only thing he needs is for you to be yourself (wow, how cliché!!!). But seriously, he usually doesn't want to talk about it, he mostly wants to think about something else so tell him about your day, give him those kisses and cuddles he loves so much, take him to the beach to go play with Cyril...If it's just a regular bad day, those things will be enough to make him feel less terrible. If he sees that at least, you are happy then he'll realize his day isn't so bad because he gets to come to you.
#alfie's alphabet#alfie solomons x reader#alfie solomons headcanons#alfie solomons#peaky blinders#100 followers celebration
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Ateez reacting to their s/o holding their hands for the 1st time
❦ Genre: Fluff.
❦ Pairing: OT8.
❦ Word count: 3k3.
❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋
HONGJOONG
You were peacefully staring at the sky from your window.
You've been staring at it since the departure.
It was such a beautiful view that you wouldn't be bored it even with 11 hours of flight.
"What are you staring at, love?" Asked Hongjoong, finally removing his earphones.
'Love'. You will never get used to him calling you this way. It never fails to make your heart beating faster than ever.
"The view with the sunset is just so relaxing." You smiled.
"Look at this with..." he struggled to untangle his earphone. The short imagination of him losing his AirPods for the 823rd time, got you smiling.
"Song." He finally inserted it on your ear.
A soft and calm music started to play. All of your senses were comforted by these clear notes.
"Sounds like a commercial music, right?" Giggled your boyfriend.
"No... it's relaxing." You claimed. "I could fall asleep in 2 seconds because of it."
"Then go ahead." He patted his shoulder, telling you to rest on it.
Without hesitating, you put your head on. It was comfier than what you thought.
Not something pointy and hard that could bother with your earrings or piercings.
"Is it comfy?" Asked Hongjoong, a tiny bit worried.
Too reassure him, you simply nodded and grabbed his forearm with your hand. Just to keep him close.
Hongjoong wasn't used to you, showing this kind of attention in public. He was a bit taken a back, but finally only you mattered.
The song was leading you in a soft and calm mindset. Your eyes were closing at every note and your entire body felt like a feather.
Your boyfriend guessed that you were falling asleep because your hand was sliding on his forearm.
5 minutes later, your head almost fell from Hongjoong's shoulder. He quickly put it back in place, but it caused your hand to rest right in his free one.
The warmness and the softness of his palm made you unconsciously held his hand. Tight.
Hongjoong took his time to realize what was happening. Even if you were sleeping, he was hickey flustered. He was staring at your fingers, intertwined with his.
Your boyfriend couldn't help but smile and blush. More when he tried to remove your grip, but you tightened it.
"Cute." He whispered.
Hongjoong and you were not really tactile and clingy persons, but when these moments happen, for the first time or rarely, both of you desire that it never stops.
It was your moment only.
SEONGHWA
"I can't believe we are here already!" You stomped enthusiastically.
Seonghwa was staring at you. You were so happy and cute.
The way, you were holding your backpack straps made him melt instantly.
"Disneyworld..." you sighed joyfully. "It's magic!"
Seonghwa nodded, they really created a whole world and it felt unreal since he put a foot there.
"Where do you want to start?" He asked, opening the map.
"Space mountain!" You almost yelled, pointing at the localization pin.
"Really? But we ate 2 hours ago?" He gulped, thinking at the amount of looping.
"What a baby." You smirked. "Then what about... Peter Pan? Or Ratatouille?"
"Okay I agree for the last one." He accepted.
"Let's go!" You almost ran to the crowd, not wanting people to take your place in the queue.
Seonghwa was looking at every details of the amusement park. All the shops had their own magical surfaces. He needs to come here with the members one time. They would go crazy for sure.
"Fast Park Seonghwa!" You pouted.
To tease you a little bit more, he started to walk slower.
He deducted that it was working well because he spotted the vein on your forehead.
"You are so slow!" You complained.
Not thinking twice about your actions, you held his hand and led him to the attraction.
The moment he felt your hand in his huge one, his stomach clenched. A thousand of butterflies were flying there.
You were too focused on the board that you didn't saw the light blush on his face. But you secretly liked to hold his hand. It felt just right.
"Bingo!" You pointed at the clock, "only 5 minutes of queueing."
Seonghwa was barely listening to you. He was looking at your hands fitting perfectly in his.
You had a moment of doubt, maybe he didn't like it and was too nice to tell you.
You tried to detach your embrace slowly, but he tightened his grip on it.
"Don't." He said seriously. "I like it."
You smiled shyly at him.
"It's the first time we are holding hands." He giggled.
"A-Ah really?" You stuttered, a bit flustered.
Seonghwa was about to reply when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
You thought that he would let your hand free, but you were wrong. He struggled a bit to get it out of the pocket but no way he would use both of his hands.
"Yeah Joong?" He rolled his eyes.
"No. I told you I had a date today with Y/N. At Disneyworld."
You glanced at him when you heard the word "date". Seonghwa saw your facial expression and winked cockily.
You ignored what feels the most magical now; Disneyworld or a date with Seonghwa?
YUNHO
More and more you were moving forward in the queue, more you wanted to run away.
Your friends advised you to go in a haunted house with Yunho, for your first date.
At first, you didn't realize the situation. You only thought about a way to be close to him without being awkward.
Yunho is scared of absolutely, nothing. He could play with a tarantula, then dance with a venomous snake without problem. So, a haunted house was nothing for him.
But for you, it was another story.
"Are you okay Y/N? You are shaking a bit." Asked Yunho thinking that you were already scared. "Even a lot."
"I'm good!" You slapped his shoulder, puffing a bit. "It's just the anticipation."
"Ok cool. I thought you had this kitschy idea to stay glued to me for the whole time. But I would probably be the one doing it." He laughed.
"N-No. So, cliché." You laughed nervously, cursing at your friends in your mind.
Not even 30 seconds later, the host led you inside.
You were completely terrified. You couldn't even enjoy a single moment the proximity or the thought or having a romantic intercourse with Yunho.
"Oh wow, that's well made." He pointed at the spider above you.
You did your best to suppress the scream stuck in your throat.
"W-Wait. You are working too fast." You tugged his shirt.
"Are you scared?" He teased you. "We can go out if you-"
"No." You shook your head. "Just stay close."
You wrapped your arm around his.
Yunho admitted that it was cute. Of course, he was aware of your plan when you invited him to the haunted house.
You couldn't even walk next to a worm, without yelling.
Suddenly and even Yunho shivered, a skeleton almost fell at your right.
Your first reflex was to grab his hand and to hide behind his tall figure.
Even though the situation wasn't the best, Yunho's heart flustered.
Thanks to the darkness, you couldn't see the blush on his cheeks.
His stomach clenched when your fingers placed right between his long ones.
This action never had such an impact before. He was used to hold Atiny's hand during fansign. But it was nothing compared to this feeling.
The rest of the way, you never let his hand go. Nor let 2 centimeters away from you.
When finally, you exited the nightmare, the reality hit you.
"Well done Y/N." Said Yunho.
"F-For what? I've been a scared baby there." You faked to fix your clothes.
"I thought you would jump on me right when we entered, but no. You had shown an amazing braveness." He giggled patting the back of your head.
You grunted few words, too nervous and shy to admit your plan.
"Give me your hand lady. Let's go inside again. I liked it." He smiled.
YEOSANG
["Y/N"]
["Bring ice cream."]
Without hesitation you run to your kitchen and took a vanilla post in the refrigerator. You messily put your shoes and exited the college dorm.
["On my way!"]
After 5 minutes of walking and avoiding bumping into every single person in the street, you arrived to Ateez' dorm.
Right when you exited the elevator, you saw Wooyoung closing the door.
"Wow. I want a best friend like you. In less than 15 minutes you there." Claimed Wooyoung.
"How is he? Good or?"
"A complete mess." He replied.
You rolled your eyes, "I swear... I told him to stay away from this type of girl."
"Good luck." Shrugged Wooyoung.
"Wait, you are not going to comfort him?"
"Why. I know that you are here." He patted your shoulder. "I'll watch a movie. See ya!"
"Jung Wooyoung! I swear-"
"Are you going to stay there the whole day, or you are going to enter and comfort me?" Asked Yeosang, who came out after hearing your voice in the hallway.
"Be nice with me. I brought you a vanilla pot."
You lifted your plastic bag.
"Cool. Now I can be completely depressed and heartbroken." He whined.
After that, you both sat on the couch, enjoying the calm for once.
Yeosang explain that he prepared the best date for her and he even bought flowers. But she never shown up, nor replied to his texts.
"You don't deserve her. I told you that already and a bunch of times." You ate another spoon of ice cream.
"Are you going to eat all of this by yourself?"
He slapped your hand, causing the spoon to fall.
You rolled your eyes and faced him. "Yeosang, stop being sad for her. You are a real treasure and too bad for her, she lost someone really special." You grabbed both of his hands and rubbed it with your thumbs.
"Even if you are a bit savage sometimes, you are such a good person."
Yeosang's eyes couldn't leave the sight of your hands, holding, squeezing and rubbing his.
"And she's stupid. You are probably the perfect boyfriend on this earth." You claimed.
"I would be grateful to have a boyfriend like you."
He raised his brow, by surprise.
You instantly flickered his forehead. "Don't even think about it."
He sneered, knowing that you would say something like that.
"How do you feel?" You asked when you finally saw a smile on his face.
Yeosang hesitated a second, but finally chose to take his sad facial expression back.
"Hold my hand and tell me how amazing I am again. It might help."
You rolled your eyes. "This guy... Anyway."
You ordered and held his hands once again. Screw the compliment. That's what he really wanted.
SAN
You were waiting your boyfriend for 15 minutes already.
He as late. Like always.
But you never been mad about it.
San was doing his best to spend some time with you despite having a heavy and full schedule.
The last thing you could do, to just show him how grateful you are, is to be patient.
"Y/N!" Shouted San, running to you.
He was smiling widely and waving crazily.
"Slow down, you are going to trip." You warned him when you judged he was close enough.
"Sorry." He paused, catching his breath. "I'm late again."
"It's okay babe." You pecked his cheek, making his heart jolt a tiny bit.
"To apologize, you can choose everything you want us to do today." He said happily.
Next thing he knew he was trying to walk for the first time with rollers.
"Y/N, I can't do this!" He whined, holding the ramp on the wall.
"Come on! I know that you can be really good at this." You encouraged your boyfriend.
"How do you manage to stay still with this?!"
"It's still my feet. I'm the only one controlling them." You smiled, turning around him.
"Oh my god, help me." He sighed, trying to stop his legs to shake like a newborn.
"Okay." You stopped at his left. "I'll help you."
San gulped when you slid your hand over his forearm to gently hold his hand.
He was still amazed by the softness of your palm that he didn't realize that the wall was getting far away every seconds.
"I can't believe that we are holding hands." He finally said.
You simply giggled, ignoring what to say.
"I thought that I would need to do it first. I know how shy you are princess."
"Stay focused Sanie." You replied, a smile glued on your face.
"Your hand is so cute in mine. It's like it was meant to be there."
"San."
"I want this moment to pause forever." He claimed.
"Babe."
"I can’t believe!" He sang, using the same tone as Chen in Exo*.
"And I can't believe, you made a whole round without falling."
San finally looked around him. He was so focused on your hand that he completely forgot his main task.
"I'm roller-skating!" He shouted victoriously. "I'm a grown man now."
"Can the grown man detach his hand now that's he's a pro?"
"Never."
MINGI
Mingi is shy.
On the stage, he always looks fierce, confident and cool. But in reality, he is a cute and shy boy.
It took him 20 minutes to ask you on a date. You spent your entire break from your old part time job, to listen to him, stuttering 2 words by minute.
With respect, of course, you always kept your distance and understood that he was not into showing affection in public.
Then you always 'stayed in your place' and be affectioned in private. But even not that much because he was still taken a back.
Tonight, they all had a rough day and Seonghwa offered to walk an hour in the park below. You encouraged them, saying that it was a good idea.
So here you are, leading the walk with your boyfriend. The rest of the members behind you, a bit like chaperones.
Everyone could tell that this little walk was relaxing. One by one, they all found their smiles back.
"Do you remember Bridgerton?" You asked.
Mingi raised a brow, "the show that made you drool and fangirl about the dresses?"
"Yeah!" You snapped. "The boys looks like our parents, checking that we don’t do anything wrong." You smirked.
The tall boy looking behind him. The 7 other boys were minding their own business.
"Not really. They totally don’t give a f about us." He sneered.
"Ah really? So, it won't bother anyone if... I do something like."
You removed your hand out of your pocket to held Mingi's one.
As expected, he blushed and stuttered that they were just behind.
"Come on...." You teased him, squeezing his hand. "We are dating for 3 months and you never held my hand. So, I do it."
"Y/N!" He blushed even more.
"Ooooouh Song Mingi!" Shouted the boys behind. Some of them were whistling, one by one. Few ones were clapping, and San Yunho were imitating the scene.
Even though Mingi was cringing, it was not bad at all.
"Song Mingi is a man now! He's holding a girl's hand." Shouted Wooyoung.
All of their comment started to make you awkward too. But in a good way.
Judging that you teased Mingi enough. You tried to untangle your fingers.
"Finish what you started." Said Mingi, tightening his grip. "You put us in this situation, so you need to assume it too."
A nervous laugh came out from your throat when he put both of your hands in his pocket. Of course, this move caused the other boys to start yelling behind both of you.
But you could still live with it.
WOOYOUNG
Even if you agreed to spend the night at the dorm Wooyoung still found the situation awkward.
It's been 2 weeks that you were officially dating. Everything was perfect.
You both had a real great harmony. Even the other members claimed that they were jealous of your chemistry.
The only problem which was not a big deal but still bothers Wooyoung, was that you were not really the 'clingy type'.
You barely touched each other.
He respected that you needed to hold our hand sometimes or just give you a hug or a peck randomly.
"What are you thinking about?" You asked sliding under the sheets. "You keep looking at the ceiling."
Wooyoung hesitated a second to tell you what was bothering him. But he finally decided to not say anything and to not put you in a awkward situation.
"Nothing, just tired." He yawned. "Let's sleep."
You nodded and made sure both of you were well covered. "Good night Wooyoungie."
"Night Y/N."
You couldn’t see his face, but he was disappointed when you turned around, showing your back to him asking if he was asleep already.
He finally cracked an eye when he felt your warmness just next to him.
His heart started to rush.
Wooyoung even though it would stop functioning when you grabbed his hand to held yours. You slowly rested your interlaced hands on your belly.
Wooyoung was burning behind you. The dozen of mini him were dancing and shouting along in his head.
When you started to rub your thumb over his skin, it completely drove him crazy.
Wooyoung could felly your belly on his forearm. because of that, he wanted so bad to squeeze and hug you until you couldn't breathe anymore.
"I know that you are awake." You whispered, giggling a bit.
Just in case this moment would stop, he preferred to stay quiet.
"I feel your heart bumping, jolting and clenching in your chest." You added.
"I just... love this." He finally admitted.
You simply stuck your body closer to him and snuggled gently against it.
"This shit drives me crazy. You seem so tiny."
"Just sleep." You giggled, enjoying his presence.
"I can't sleep anymore! I feel like I'm going to explode." He replied, happily.
"What did I do..." you sighed, smiling a little bit.
JONGHO
You just felt your friends. You spent the whole day looking for a dress.
And not a casual dress. An amazing and fancy one. Just to go with your boyfriend at a gala.
You needed to get along with everyone there or to be at least presentable.
Jongho told you that you could wear anything you want, but your desire was to impress everyone there. Especially the CEO, so he could stop looking at you like a trash.
Just when you got out of the café, you spotted a red-haired guy, in the same alley of you.
You doubted a second, but you saw him holding an Ice americano. It was your boyfriend for sure.
Without hesitating, your ran to his direction.
When you were at 5 meters behind him, you walked slowly and quietly.
You recognized the Chanel earrings you gave him and his Louis Vuitton sport bag.
"He's so expensive." You thought.
Not waiting anymore, you grabbed his free hand.
Jongho had the instant reflex to step away and to brush the hand off.
"Hello young man, are you single?" You winked at him.
His face softened, when he saw your face. "No sorry. I'm taken and take care because she's crazy."
"Hey!" You pouted.
Jongho sneered, proud of his own joke.
When finally, he realized.
"Oh."
Wondering why this sudden behavior and glanced where's he was looking at.
"What?"
"It's the first time that you are holding my hand." He blinked.
"We do this all the time."
"No. You don't get it. It's incredible."
"What?"
"Your hand is hold mine. It's the best thing ever."
You raised a brow, "you are too much."
“I’m usually the one holding yours but now!”
“You-”
"Do not move." He kept staring at it.
People walking past to you, were giving you a weird look. Jongho was looking at your hands in awe.
"She's holding my hand too! And the first time!" He said to a couple passing by.
"Choi Jongho." You slapped his shoulder gently, completely embarrassed.
"Let's go to Hongdae!"
"Why suddenly?" You asked.
"So, we can walk there!"
"It's 1 hour far away from here!"
"Yes. Exactly. That's the point." He smiled widely, already enjoying the idea.
*Exo - Tempo: it’s a song which had been praised by many (I do recommend to watch Ateez covering this because it’s a m a z i n g) and Chen’s lyrics intro (0:02) really had his impact.
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Reviewing Star Trek TNG - S2E12 "The Royale"
THE PREMISE
Following a tip from a passing Klingon vessel, the Enterprise finds debris from an Earth vessel orbiting an uninhabitable planet. They beam aboard a sample of the debris and discover its NASA markings and a 52-star American flag, dating the ship to the mid-to-late 21st century and determining that it had travelled well beyond the capabilities of ships of that era.
(I don't usually include images in the plot summary, but this made for a pretty good cold open and was almost the header image, so here)
Scans of the planet reveal a small anomalous area capable of sustaining human life, so Riker, Worf and Data beam down and find a revolving door in the middle of a dark void. Stepping through, they find themselves in an old Earth-style hotel and casino called the Royale, where they find themselves cut off from the Enterprise and unable to leave...
MY REVIEW
This kinda just feels like a holodeck episode which didn't take place on the holodeck.
But just like the holodeck episodes, the production design and costumes are on point, this time with some setting-appropriate music from Ron Jones thrown into the bargain.
But if the hotel isn't the product of a holodeck, then what is it?
Well, after many unsuccessful attempts to escape, the away team decide to explore the building when Data detects human DNA. They follow the signal into one of the rooms and finds a skeleton in the bed (which Data determines to have been dead for nearly 300 years) plus a NASA uniform in the name of Colonel Stephen Richey, a pulp novel titled "The Royale" and Richey's diary, which has only one entry.
They re-establish communications with Picard and report their situation while giving us our explanation: Colonel Richey was the commanding officer of the third manned attempt to break free of the solar system back in 2037 - so we have that to look forward to - but it was never heard from again after communications were lost. Richey's diary explains that he was the sole survivor of an alien contaminant that killed the rest of his crew. Feeling guilty, the aliens created the simulation of the hotel for him using the novel as a guide, believing that it represented humans' preferred lifestyle. Richey survived there for 37 years, with the shallow and cliché characters from the novel's story (which is currently playing out around them) slowly driving him insane. In the end, he welcomed death.
It might sound a bit far-fetched, but it's a pretty cool idea and much more creative than another holodeck malfunction.
It also explains a bunch of seemingly random background characters, such as a goodhearted bellboy trying to help his love interest Rita against a crime boss named Mickey D. Yes, the crime boss that these people are talking about so seriously is named Mickey D. So the whole time this was all I could think of:
Anyone else hungry? No? Just me? Weird.
Also, I'd like to point out that back on the Enterprise Troi is able to perfectly sense Riker's emotions even when he's on another planet and trapped in some pocket dimension thing. And yet half the time she can't read people on adjacent ships. Convenient.
Riker, Worf and Data try to blend in while they work out a plan. Cue Data playing blackjack and having some enjoyable banter with a fun side character named Texas, played by Noble Willingham. It feels like there's some missed potential for Riker and Worf to have their own comedic hijinks though. Then the pure-hearted bellboy gets iced by Mickey D. Never thought you'd see a sentence like that in a Star Trek review, didja?
Picard tells them that this is part of the story, then summarises the novel's vague ending: foreign investors buy the hotel for 12.5 million then go home and leave the assistant manager in charge. So Riker, Worf and Data need to make the necessary money through gambling... only it all goes off pretty much without a hitch, aside from a moment where they need to make sure they stay in character by being generous. It feels like a bunch of these episodes just forgot to have a climax.
The episode ends with Picard and Riker talking about what happened, like how an early 21st century vessel was able to make it so far.
Their conclusion:
My research tells me that the episode's original draft as written by Tracy Tormé was a kind of surreal nightmare about an astronaut being trapped in his most pleasant memory. That admittedly sounds more like an episode of The Twilight Zone than Star Trek, but it still almost definitely would've been a hell of a lot more interesting than what we got here.
6/10 - It's fine, but it could've been so much more.
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what’s poppin everyone please have this fun lil writing warmup/short story inspired by me thinking “Dancing in the Moonlight” was definitely 100% about werewolves
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“So, this your first transformation?”
The counselor? Leader? Tour guide? Asked this with a perfectly jovial tone, as if the typical social mores surrounding, ugh, lycanthropy, didn’t apply to her. They didn’t know what exact title to call her, and her name tag just said “Luna”, which, reflecting on it, either was a joke on her part or a reflection of her parents’ sense of humor.
Picking at the scabs from last month, they cringed and replied, “No. Uh. Second.”
Luna lets out a low whistle. “Oof. That sucks. Guessing you got bitten rather than inherited the ol’ wolfman gene?”
“That’s...kind of personal?”
Unlocking the front door of the log cabin that served as King Harvest’s Headquarters, Luna shrugs and says, “Shit, sorry. Forgot the whole weird stigma around your source of the once monthly nightmare, as if it fuckin matters. Also, I know, I know, ass out of you and me. Hey, you got any dietary restrictions? Gluten, peanut allergies, the like?”
Voice flat, they tell her, “I’m vegetarian,” and waits for the obvious response.
As they wander through the cabin towards the kitchen, Luna flipping on the light switches, generic club music starts to filter in. Instead of the obvious response, Luna asks, “You like veggie burgers? Or maybe pasta? I’d offer salad, but that’s really not gonna cut it for tonight.”
“I ate before I came.”
With a snort, she tells them, “Oh yeah? Did you have about 4000 calories?”
“No? Why would I have?”
Sweeping out her arm, she gestures at the food laying out on the counter and tells them, “Then eat up! 4000 is really a minimum for the night if you don’t want to feel like someone physically beat out all of your energy in the morning. 6000 is more the target area, but we got, hmm, about 15 minutes before things get uncomfortable, and half an hour max before things get dire.”
They glance down to the food, and, admittedly, the broccoli alfredo does look pretty appealing. Still, they have to ask, “Is this a cult?”
Luna lets out a bark of a laugh that has nothing to do with her (maybe) being a werewolf. “Okay, first of all, what kind of cult is like ‘fuck yeah, we’re a cult’? Secondly, despite the first thing, I can say that we’re not a cult. I know how “King Harvest: Center for Movement Therapy” sounds, both clinical and vague enough to be suspicious as hell, but I didn’t come up with the title, blame my long deceased dad for that one. Plus, ‘King Harvest: Bitchin’ Wolf Dance House’ probably wouldn’t look good on the grant applications.”
“Grants?”
“Oh yeah. This bad boy’s been publicly funded since its opening in 1972. Hence no membership fees.”
“Is that why animal control is giving out your business card? Are they one of your sponsors?”
“Nah, that’s just Jack. Me ‘n’ him go way back, hell, to his park ranger days. I mean, yeah, I think he’ll campaign for us, but mostly I think he just hates capturing a wolf in the night only to have a naked, trembling human in the morning, and he knows that our program significantly reduces the odds of that happening, at least in this neck of the woods.”
They let out a hum, then glance back down to the food. As appealing as it down look, they’re still about..30% convinced this is an elaborate organ harvesting operation. Or sketchy sex thing.
Apparently sensing their hesitation, Luna says, “You got a favorite chip?”
“Salt and vinegar.”
Grabbing a sealed family sized bag from the overhead cabinets, Luna tosses it to them. “If you come back next full moon, either eat enough in advance or have a real meal here. That being said, excuse the turn of phrase, you should wolf that down. It’s sure as hell better than nothing.”
They catch it, and the bag opens with a puff of air that speaks to a reassuring lack of tampering. As they toss a chip into their mouth, Luna grabs a water bottle from the fridge and places it down next to them. “So? Any questions for me? We’ve still got about ten minutes before we have to go out there.”
Rolling their eyes, they tell her, “No. None at all.”
“Great! Soon as you’re done eating we’ll get you started.”
“I was being sarcastic.”
“Yeah, no shit, smart-ass. Seriously, what are your, we haven’t got much time.”
“I don’t know? The whole..thing? I mean, how is it supposed to..work? Like? At all?”
“You ever see Amok Time?”
“Is that relevant?”
“It’s a yes or no question babe.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then the explanation is going to be a lot more technical and take a lot longer, ultimately to likely make less sense.”
“...I’ve seen it.”
“Great! So, Pon Farr is basically this chemical blood imbalance that results in fuck or die disorder, yeah? But then Spock neither fucks nor dies, and eventually the vulcans get their shit together and find out that an intense fight can serve the same function, and the blood fever chills out. Lycanthropy operates on a similar enough basis for comparison. You’re compelled to act out on energetically heavy base instincts, returning to the ways of the wolf or whatever. Traditionally, that’s done through running and hunting, which has, historically, been a crapshoot at best. Theoretically, sex can also get the job done, but I’m sure you can imagine how that gets extremely dicey extremely quickly. Either restraints or isolation has been implemented for a while, but, c’mon, they’re bandaid solutions, and they’re far from foolproof. Luckily for us all, my grandmother decided to connect back with her ancestors, and there was a handful of stories having huge festivals to deal with ‘moon violence’. She tried it out, and, yeah, dancing works.”
“That sounds…”
They don’t know how that sounds. Made up, mostly.
“Like a bunch of hippie bullshit? Yeah, it kind of is, Grandma Josephine was a huge hippie, but it’s hippie bullshit that works. In fact, let’s go see the others, it almost always makes things clearer.”
Figuring that whatever they’re about to see can’t be worse than their transformation last month. They head through the sliding glass door out the back, the thump of the music suddenly loud enough to be felt in their chest. The sight that awaits them makes them drop their chips and let out a gasp. Barely able to speak, they exhale out, “None of them...they’re not wolves. How..how??”
Indeed, the roughly forty people jumping to the pulse of whatever they’re listening to (some to the in house DJ, some, apparently, to what’s playing over the large headphones they have adorned), resemble the image of a wolfman much more accurately. They bare claws, fangs, elongated snouts, upright ears, and serious amounts of hair, but they’re on two legs, and moving like humans. Some of them are even singing along to the lyrics, which really shouldn’t be possible.
Luna grins, making it obvious that she’s used to this level of shell shocks. “Ultimately, you do have to give into some damn rigorous instincts. But dancing is a human instinct, not a canine one, so you end up, well, humanoid. Pretty nifty, huh?”
“And they all..they all keep their minds? I didn’t...they don’t blackout?”
“Not since we banned alcohol in the 90s! Here, watch this.”
Luna nods her head at the DJ, and the DJ, obligingly, turns down the music for a moment. The members of the crowd not listening to their own music pause, then look towards the door. She cries out, “Hey gang! HOW WE ALL DOIN’ TONIGHT?”, and gets a mix between a howl and “WOO!” cried back. The DJ then turns the music back up, and the general movement of the crowd resumes.
They should be more skeptical. They want to be more skeptical, they were just minutes before, but it’s hard to disagree with something right in front of you. “This will work for me? I just..have to dance?”
“Well, it’s not guaranteed. Few things are. But we have yet to have someone turn violent on us. If you start to fell yourself slipping from consciousness, though, I do ask that you start heading further into the woods, as to not hurt other guest. If you find yourself just getting tired, there’s beds inside, and a fair amount of pillows around the edge of the quote unquote dance floor, if you end up in more of a nesting mood. Also, I recommend taking off your shoes before you start.”
“What? Why?”
Luna gives a pointed glance at the dancers’ feet, which, ah. They’re about twice as large as normal and at least twice as sharp. The converse on their feet would be no match. “Ah.”
“Ready?”
They shove off their shoes and place the remainder of their chips aside. “As I’ll ever be.”
Good thing, too, as they’re starting to feel an uncomfortable pressure in their chest that was the prelude to disaster last month.
Luna strides to the center of the dance floor, which is really a plush lawn surrounded by forest. The crowd naturally moves around her, and she yells out, “Aiyana! Play my song!”
Aiyana gives a nod, and the opening notes of “Dancing in the Moonlight” start to sound out. “Seriously?”
Luna shrugs, grinning like a fool, and says, “It’s a classic!”
“It’s cliché at best.”
Luna shrugs, and then begins dancing. She’s hardly elegant, but she is dazzlingly joyful in her uncoordinated movements. As the song reaches the first chorus, she gives a twirl, and in the split second it takes, she’s transformed. They blink in shock, not knowing you could transform that seamlessly, that quickly, that painlessly. Luna in half wolf form is just as expressive as the human Luna, and she gives a nod over her shoulder as if to say Come on.
Feeling somewhat foolish, they start to bop their head to the tune. Luna lets out a huff and grabs their hands, spinning them around and forcing them to get moving. At first, it’s them indulging Luna, but as they let themselves get lost in rhythm, they feel a stretching sensation in their face and limbs. It’s not unpleasant, more like when you wake up and work out the tension in your spine. They open their eyes and look down at their hands, now covered in fur in and made for slashing. It didn’t hurt. It didn’t hurt, and they’re still themselves, and they had no idea that full moons could be like this, maybe for the rest of their lives.
They turn their head to the night sky, and their body can’t help but continue to dance. Despite all their fear, all their dread, “movement therapy” worked, and they can admit, at least to themselves, that they feel warm and bright.
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