#i just like to imagine some human mom teaching her daughter about soft warm things like sunshine and birds

[skycrystal23]

Just Domestic Things

Summary: A few months after the revolution Kara and Luther learn to integrate into normal domestic life. They experience things like first jobs, first vacations, first parent teacher interviews. Alice also gains a large family of brothers, aunt’s, uncles, and even a grandfather figure when they head to Detroit on vacation. They all fall into the routine of domestic things. 

Characters: Kara, Luther, Alice, Markus and co, Connor, Hank, RK900 {Nines}, Gavin Reed 

Words: 3 000 {approx.}

Warnings: None just pure fluff!

Canada was safe.

    It was everything Kara had imagined for her and her little family. For the first month they stayed with Rose’s brother in Ontario, he and wife were so kind. Alice even made friends with his daughter. All good things came to an end when Rose found them a place to stay, a small apartment in a tall building in a neighbouring town. There were things the three of them had to figure out for themselves now. She and Luther had quite the discussion whether to send Alice to school or not. After all, she wasn’t human and androids were still very much illegal in this country.

    There was the worry that Alice didn’t physically age and she couldn’t stay in the same grade forever. Maybe teachers or other parents would recognize them when they would pick her up from class? It was very distressing just thinking about it. Luther managed to lower her stress levels with his low voice and kind words. They would discuss the issue of schooling once they were fully moved in. The move wasn’t long as they didn’t own much; mostly they brought with them the clothes on their backs.

They finally crossed the schooling bridge.

    The two parents, Alice considered Luther just as much as a father as Kara was her mother, mutually decided that schooling would be the best for Alice. At least until the year was up. Alice started school in September and the two waved her off with tears in their eyes at the bus stop. She would have to take the bus to and from school until they could purchase a car. Luther was the first to get a job as a bouncer at a local club. It was a pretty low level job and he was a big intimidating guy, who wouldn’t hire him? At this point Luther was willing to take any job he could get, unfortunately he would have to leave in the evening and work all night.

    Kara was the next to snag a job working as a secretary in a large tech company. The job was fairly easy she was basically a glorified babysitter for the office. Kara quickly made friends with a few of the workers and Luther would sometimes have to force her to go out and hang out with said friends. She had a framed picture of Alice on her desk and a few of her drawn pictures hung up on the small corkboard she had. Everyone asked if she had a special someone in her life. Every time she would look away and let out a nervous laugh, and maybe she would think of Luther a little. Everyone’s jaws dropped when Luther showed up at the office with lunch for Kara one day – she left her lunch at home that morning.

    Everyone in the office watched to see where he’d go and to their surprise their sweet mom-friend of the office jumped up and walked over to the giant. “You forgot your lunch at home Kara, I thought I’d drop it off.” Kara would have the biggest smile on her face. These two were so in love everyone could see it. This would be the talk of the office for weeks. Kara wouldn’t hear the end of it. In the end she lied and said he was her husband. After all, they had to keep their facade that they were a human family up.

Parent teacher interviews were nerve-wracking.

    Luther was a paranoid father the entire time. Before they could even leave he kept asking if his outfit was ‘daddish’ enough. Kara helped him dress giving him some black pants and a floral button-up to wear. The shirt was Alice’s idea, she thought he looked great. There were so many parents there. It was hard to keep track of Alice as she kept running off whenever she saw one of her friends. Out of nervousness Luther ended up taking a hold of Kara’s hand, they walked around holding hands for the rest of the night. Alice’s teacher had nothing but compliments for their daughter which only made them more proud.

    In the end they managed to plan several play dates for Alice and her friends and even received a few invitations for upcoming birthday parties that Alice was invited to. The bus ride home was quiet and comfortable. Alice was busy sitting across from them looking out the window; Luther grabbed her hand again and gave it a firm squeeze. It would be a lie to say that Kara’s face didn’t turn bright blue. By the time they were home they sent Alice to bed and Luther left for work. Kara made sure to read Alice a book before heading to her own room.

    Androids didn’t require sleep but they could mimic sleep by going into stasis mode. Her internal clock would have her awake by seven in the morning to wake Alice up to get ready for school. Luther would arrive home just as she was leaving for work. For a long time her and Luther would be stuck in limbo with their feelings. They both did like each other but at the same time Alice was still their number one priority. Alice talked Luther into it and he eventually asked Kara out on a real date.

Vacations were so necessary.

    Once they got a car, which took a lot of saving, the first thing they did was take a weeklong vacation. Alice was pulled from school and they drove out to the border. It was a long drive and they stopped at many landmarks along the way (Alice has a bunch of knick-knacks and post cards in her room now). They went back to pay Detroit a well needed visit. After all, the revolution ended eleven months ago now. A lot has changed since they fled to Canada. The three of them paid Rose and Adam a visit and stayed at their farm house for the night. Rose was so thrilled to hear how the three of them were doing.

    While in Detroit they replenished their Thirium levels. Kara insisted that they pay a visit to Markus to thank him for his help. Apparently Markus lived in a mansion? This mansion was huge. Markus was happy to see them and glad to know that they weren’t dead. Alice got to paint with Markus, have Josh teach her about history, go to the park with Simon, and North taught her some self-defense. Markus almost shut down when Alice called him Uncle Markus. North and Kara got along surprisingly well. The four core members of Jericho were honestly like an extended family. Okay so maybe their little family was expanding?

    They went for walks in Detroit’s parks while on vacation, Alice loved the outdoors. Honestly the two of them couldn’t be happier to see their daughter so excited and full of smiles. Luther and Kara almost exploded with stress when Alice was suddenly pinned down by a rather large dog. The owner came running over yelling and Kara almost stopped functioning for the second time when she saw that it was Connor. The RK800 pulled the dog off of Alice and offered the little girl a hand. It took him less than a second to realize who they were and gave them a very timid smile. He remembers how he almost got them killed back when he was just a machine. An older man came jogging up to them, he was very obviously human.

    It turns out his name is Hank Anderson and he’s a police Lieutenant at the DPD. “So, you’re the people Connor here told me about.” He’s rather rough around the edges but a real softie once you warm up to him.

“Can we go play at the park?” Alice is jumping up and down and pointing to the nearby playground.

    Kara notices how she’s pointing to Connor as well. She’s rather apprehensive to let her go and play with the same android that was hunting them down nearly a year ago. Nonetheless, Kara can never say no so she goes to the park with them. Hank and Luther sit on a bench nearby and talk about ‘dad things’. Kara and Connor take turns pushing Alice on the swing. The two are quite quiet. Kara is normally a forgiving person and although Connor has apologized before she is still wary around the ex-deviant-hunter. She’s startled when she hears his voice inside her head. They’ve been living around humans for so long she forgot that they could make mental connections.

    The RK800 starts apologizing profusely and although he was smiling on the outside his shaky voice in the connection gave away his guilt. “I’m sorry too Connor.” From her lengthy time being a mother she realizes how everyone makes mistakes and not everyone can control what they’re doing. All is forgiven and Connor becomes a sort of older brother to Alice. The two of them were running around with Sumo for the rest of the afternoon. Kara had to suppress her laughter whenever she heard Hank make a sarcastic comment. Hank is definitely a grumpy grandpa.

    On their last day of vacation in Detroit they meet up with Markus and company in the morning to say their goodbyes. All four of them shower Alice in gifts to take home with her. Uncle Markus gives her some paint, Uncle Josh gifts a book, Uncle Simon gives her a camera, and Auntie North gives Alice some brass knuckles. Kara and Luther were mildly horrified by the last gift. Their next stop was the police precinct; Alice had two drawings she wanted to give Connor and Hank. They mistake RK900 for Connor. He looks so similar to Connor yet so different. The more they look at him the more different they realize he is from Connor.

    His name is Nines and his partner is quite the character. Everyone in the precinct has to double-take because Gavin Reed is actually so soft when it comes to children. Alice is quite fond of Gavin to Luther and Kara’s dismay. Connor and Hank find them soon enough once they realize what all the other officers are looking at. “Alright Reed step away from the kid before you scare her to death and take your ken doll with you.” Hank waves the detective away who looks about ready to hurl an insult. Gavin is surprisingly respectful to Kara, he maybe or maybe not intimidated by her boyfriend, which confuses everyone else.

    Alice presents her drawings to Connor and Hank who graciously accept them. Connor treats this crayon drawing as if it were a piece from Van Goghs gallery. Nines is much more quiet than Connor, more perceptive and judging. His gaze is harsh when aimed at everyone else but it’s much softer when he’s speaking to Alice. The small android asks if Connor is Nines’ older brother and Connor is quick to say that he is. So now Alice has two older brother figures? Alice drags Nines and Connor off to do some drawing in the kid’s area of the precinct. “So, when’s the wedding?” Hank asks.

    Luther and Kara just about shut down from embarrassment. Were they going to get married, did they need to? The visit to the precinct is short lived when they get a call about a homicide. Alice is sad to leave her new extended family but excited to tell her friends all about her vacation. The drive back across the border has all three of their stress levels raised to significant levels; at least they aren’t conducting temperature checks anymore. They make it home and the next day Alice is back in school. For show and tell she talks about her trip to Detroit and talks about her family. At the next parent teacher interview Luther and Kara have to talk about their large family that they hadn’t previously mentioned before.

    Alice is always video chatting with her brothers. Alice wants to be a detective just like them when she’s older. Kara and Luther are saddened by this; sometimes Alice forgets that she won’t grow older like her friends. Her parents just want her to be like any other kid. Summer holiday starts and Alice is sad that she won’t see her friends. The two parents did some research on how fast children age and grow and decide that Alice can head into the next grade. Alice has a sleepover with some of her friends, Luther is everyone’s dad. Swimming is fun and Alice enjoys it. The three of them get good use out of the community swimming pool downstairs.

They just love seeing how happy Alice is.

    Seven months after the revolution and androids are still forbidden in Canada. They are constantly worrying for Alice’s safety. If she were to get injured they wouldn’t know what to do. Before school starts again they take another trip to Detroit to see the family. A lot of pictures are taken while there. Connor and Nines offer to watch Alice while Luther takes Kara out for another date night. The RK twins are chaotic babysitters. Also, Gavin and Nines are closer than originally thought so Alice officially calls him Uncle Gavin. The detective threatens to disassemble both Connor and Nines if they breathe a word about this to the precinct.

    Luther takes Kara to an art gallery because he knows how much she loves art. Their whole apartment is covered head to toe in paintings, photography, and anything she finds artistic. The two of them really love each other so it isn’t surprising when Luther gets down on one knee and proposes. Of course, Kara is a sobbing mess as she accepts the ring. She didn’t expect to be so happy. She gives Luther the most passionate kiss ever and she doesn’t care whose watching. They don’t have much money so the ring is a simple silver wedding band. Kara notices how Luther’s name is engraved on the inside of the ring in cursive letters.

    They’re smiling like idiots when they show up to Gavin Reed’s apartment (Nines is a temporary guest living there). Their smiles disappear when they see Alice standing on top of a coffee table residing over her ‘kingdom’. Said kingdom was made up of Connor, Nines, Uncle Gavin, and Uncle Gavin’s four cats. How did their little family grow so much? Alice’s eyes lit up when she saw her parents, she nearly fell off the coffee table and onto her bottom from how fast as was going. Luther caught her when she jumped at him and held her close. “Hello Alice, did you have fun?” The girl was quick to nod her head. The two RK units and the detective stood and looked to their feet, all three of the mildly embarrassed.

    Once they got over their initial embarrassment Connor and Nines were quick to find the silver ring on Kara’s finger. Everyone was happy for them, no one more than Alice though. Nines even cracked a smile and after elbowing Gavin in the side the human detective muttered congratulations. This new information spread like wildfire through their family. Kara and Luther could only guess that Connor told Markus who in turn told Simon, North, and Josh. A little celebration was held at Markus’s home for the two engaged androids.

Familial gatherings.

They needed to do more of those.

    Kara didn’t know what to do with all of this attention on her. Luther was quiet; all the boys made him feel a part of the group. Everyone asked when the wedding was. The two of them had yet to decide. It would most likely be small a wedding. They could only afford so much at this time. After the get together they embarked back on their drive to Canada. Everything went back into their usual routine once they arrived back home. Alice was happy to be back and headed to her bedroom to put herself into a well-needed stasis mode. Luther turned the television on which had been left on the Jazz music station, he may or may not have picked up a fondness for that type of music after hanging out with Hank.

    Perhaps he even grabbed Kara’s hand after hearing the enchanting music and pulled her to the middle of the living room. Through whispered words he may have even asked her to dance with him. Kisses planted to her forehead, the swaying of their hips, and the sparkle in their gaze when they looked at each other – this was love. Screw everyone who ever said androids couldn’t love. The two didn’t see the little android with her camera taking a few pictures of her parents swaying together. In the morning Kara would be standing in front of the mirror in their shared room fixing her blue blazer for work. “You look perfect Kara, you’ll always look perfect.” Her face turned blue whenever he would compliment her.

    Each day they were learning more and more about themselves and about how to be a family. They wouldn’t ever be normal and they knew that. But little things like going to work, assisting Alice with homework (although she didn’t need help), heading on vacation to visit family, going to school functions, and waking out of stasis in a comforting embrace – yeah, those were just domestic things.

A/N: I would love to write more about this, please do send me prompts for this family. I’d really love to write about their wedding which I’ll probably do next. Anyways, my ask box is always open and I’m always happy to take writing requests!

[sunyoonandstars]

BTS Scenario 8: You are being harassed by fans and reconsider your relationship || You x Hoseok - Part 2

So, this is Part 2 of the imagine/scenario based on the following anonymous request that, in my opinion, left a lot of room for interpretation and hence artistic freedom - which can be both a blessing and a curse at the same time. Anyway, I took the liberty of coming up with my own ‘angsty’ scenario and sincerely hope whoever requested this is not disappointed by my approach.

This is the original request:

Part 1 can be read here. 

With Part 2 I took the whole angst turning to fluff thing even further, so you’re in for quite a ride I guess. 😅 

I’m not even entirely sure why, but I’m honestly pretty excited for you guys to read this. I hope I didn’t go overboard, though 😅

Anyway, enjoy! And thank you for reading! 💜 Feel free to leave feedback!

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Scenario You, a foreigner and officially Hoseok’s girlfriend, are continuously being harassed by jealous and obsessive fans, their initially verbal attacks now becoming increasingly stressful and dangerous to you and Hoseok. When the both of you are spotted together by an obsessive fan, the situation gets slightly out of hand …

Pairing You x Hoseok

Key y/n = your name (obviously), y/a = your address, y/c = your country

angst, fluff, strong language, mentions of blood and/or violence, probably incorrect medical information/terminology *cough* 

Word count 4.611

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„But you can’t have everything, Hoseok. That’s a simple truth.“ „I don’t want everything. All I want is you and BTS, my music and to dance. That’s not that much. And I’m sure, sooner or later my fans will come to realize that I deserve to be happy and that the only way I can be happy is to be with you.“ He shrugs his shoulders as if it’s actually as simple as that. But you know it’s not. You know it’s never that simple. And he knows it, too, you can see it in his eyes, even though he’s trying hard to mask his uncertainty. „All right“, you finally sigh in agreement, leaning your head against his strong shoulder. „For now“, you add with particular emphasis. „I can live with that“, he whispers into your hair, going on to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. „Let’s go to bed now, y/n. I’ll stay and warm you, so you’ll get your well-deserved sleep without catching a cold. Or don’t you want me to?“ „As if you didn’t know“, you chuckle into his pajama jacket, inhaling the comfortingly familiar odor stuck in its smooth fabric. „I’d love it if you stayed over“, you clarify, looking up at him to find Hoseok’s face gleaming with affection, his eyes shining even brighter than the blinding ceiling lights. „You know what? I have an idea, y/n. We’re leaving for a concert and some promotional events in y/c in a few days. Why don’t you join us to get away from here, take your mind off of things and see your family for a bit? I’ve always wanted to meet your parents. Now could be the chance. Let’s make our relationship even more official to show my fans how serious I truly am about you. What do you think?“

Three days later …

„I’m not so sure about this anymore, Hobi. Was it really a good idea for me to accompany you to the airport?“ Nervously fidgeting around in your seat in the back of the Big Hit van, you tug at the wide sleeve of Hoseok’s oversized wool jumper. „Calm down, y/n“, he brushes off your concerns, effortlessly smiling down at you, now leaning over to give you a playful peck on the cheek. „It’s not like they’re gonna see us together for the first time. It’s been months since they found out about us. And with all the attention you get recently, you practically need your own security detail. This way, we can kill two birds with one stone and our bodyguards can guarantee your safety alongside ours. It’s only logical that you join us on our flight.“ „He’s right, y/n“, Jimin chimes in, turning back in his seat in front of yours to give you a reassuring grin. „And it will be more fun this way. To pass the time you could tell us about your country and teach us some useful phrases or important things we should keep in mind when interacting with your people. It’s gonna be a long flight.“ „And I’m sure at the airport everything will go smoothly“, Namjoon adds, more serious but still sounding confident. „It’s not like we’re not used to the huge crowd of overly enthusiastic fans that’s most likely awaiting us there. Our bodyguards are trained for situations like this and we know how to deal with the fans, you can simply follow our lead and everything will be just fine.“ „Yeah, sure“, you mutter under your breath, biting your lip, your breathing flat and erratic, your intestines forming a cold lump in the pit of your stomach. „It’s gonna be fine, baby“, Hoseok assures you of once again, taking your trembling hands into his to breathe a tender kiss onto your knuckles. „And we’re gonna have such a lovely time with your folks. Just focus on them, and remember how excited your mom sounded on the phone when we told her we’d visit. It’s only gonna be for a few hours, but still. I’m looking forward to telling your parents how much I love the amazingly beautiful and intelligent human being that is their daughter. And in your native language, too. I just hope I’ll get the words right.“ „No doubt you will“, you smile, following Hoseok’s lead, his infectious radiance finally leaping over to you. „You practiced so hard, Hobi. If you keep at it, you might even surpass me and my Korean skills.“ „No way, your Korean is almost perfect. I’m never gonna beat my incredible y/n“, he pouts, pursing his lips invitingly, dimples showing, waiting for you to kiss him what you eventually do. Whenever he looks at you like that, you have no choice, really. Chuckling, you break your kiss in response to the other members’ awkward groans. „You two are seriously too much“, Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head in feigned disgust, his eyes, however, smiling. „Aww, no, they’re adorable“, Jimin giggles, peeking past his seat’s headrest. „All right, all right. We’re gonna spare you our combined cuteness“, Hoseok theatrically defers, conspiratorially winking at you, going on to place yet another kiss on the tip of your nose. „For now. Maybe until we board the flight. Or not. We’ll see“, he grins, his precious dimples becoming apparent again. You can barely resist the urge to pinch his cheek. „Oh, stop it“, you playfully poke him in the ribs. Gleaming, Hoseok pulls you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your shoulder so you can comfortably nestle up to his chest. With a content sigh, you snuggle into his soft sweater, all of your worries concerning the upcoming procedure that’s in store for you at the airport instantly null and void. The reality, however, gets a brutal grip on you again the moment you step inside the terminal. You and the boys are being welcomed by a screeching mob of people of various ages and genders, fangirls as well as fanboys, their faces partly covered by masks, all of them holding up their phones in the hopes of taking a precious snapshot of their favorite idols. Quickly, you are entirely engulfed by the shoving crowd, desperately screaming for the seven young men’s attention, complete strangers grabbing at their clothes, shouting out their names and calling them ‚oppa‘ as if they actually know them. It’s absurd. The bodyguards seemingly effortlessly and calmly keep the fans in line, quickly ushering Hoseok, Jimin and the rest of the members towards the VIP area. The boys, too, having been trained for these kinds of events, apparently take the turmoil with equanimity. They simply keep nodding and smiling, making an effort not to let their annoyance show, afraid to hurt their beloved fans’ feelings. You, however, are simply overwhelmed by relentless tumult, the pushing and pulling and screaming. Instantly, you can feel anxiety flare up in your chest, tightly gripping your heart, threatening to choke you, as soon as you only shortly loose sight of Hoseok’s back and are eventually separated from him entirely by a cluster of hysterical girls rudely shoving you aside. One of them even kicks you in the knee, leading you to stumble and fall. Almost. A reassuring, all too familiar hand catches you in the very nick of time and helps you back up on your feet. When you look up to meet his gaze, you can see sheer anger burn behind Hoseok’s dark eyes. „I’m sorry, y/n. Are you all right?“, he inquires, his voice almost inaudible over the continuous fan chants. You quickly nod your head as Hoseok firmly takes you by your elbow in order to pull you closer to his side. „These people can be so rude“, he whispers. „I’m sorry. I didn’t expect there to be so many of them today. We’re almost done here. Just stay with me. I’m not letting go of you again, okay? You’re safe with me.“ Gently, he pulls your face to his shoulder in order to hide it from upset fangirls who now start chanting your name, too. Not in a favorable way, though. Their openly disgruntled interjections only occasionally manage to drown out the usual chorus of encouraging shouts directed at the seven idols. Nonetheless, you manage to pick up on scattered bits here and there. And what you do hear hurts you more deeply than you want to admit.  „Get away from him!“ „He isn’t yours!“ „Hands off him, bitch!“ „Hey, you fugly slut! Get lost!“ „He’s ours!“ „You don’t deserve him!“ „Stay in y/c and never come back!“ „Hoseok, I love you! You don’t need her! You can have me! I’m way prettier than her!“ You swallow hard, fighting back tears, trying not to let show how profoundly you are truly affected by their shallow insults. „Don’t listen to them, y/n“, Hoseok mutters into your hair, placing a quick kiss on your head. „They don’t know what they’re saying. They’re just emotional.“ You know that. But still, their words hurt. Even more so because you can’t deny the fact that you partly even consider them to be true. That those obsessive sasaengs might actually be right. That you don’t deserve him. That you’re not the right one to be by his side. That he needs someone better, stronger … One particularly violent outcry abruptly lets you jolt out of your wandering thoughts. „HOSEOK-OPPA! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE ONLY YOU! I LOVE YOU MORE THAN MY LIFE! SHE DOESN’T LOVE YOU! SHE’S WRONG FOR YOU! LEAVE HIM ALONE! DIE, BITCH! I’M GONNA FREE YOU FROM HER!“ Almost simultaneously, you and Hoseok whirl around towards the direction this ear-piercing outcry originated from, both your eyes widening in dismay. The following events happen so fast, you’re almost not entirely sure they’re actually occurring at all, that this is not just some twisted nightmare. Out of the corner of your eye, you can barely make out a hooded figure lunging at you, the bodyguards, currently mainly occupied with a tricky situation involving Jimin, Jungkook and a bunch of teenagers completely overcome by hysteria, realize too late what’s going on. One of them tries to stop the woman fiercely coming at you, almost succeeding in catching her mid-air, ultimately failing, however. Paralyzed by shock, you stay frozen in place like a deer in the headlights as you subconsciously notice something sharp and shiny clutched in the pale hand of your attacker who is swiftly headed your way. You clearly see the danger. You want to move, to escape the pointed, potentially harmful or even deadly tool at this very moment aiming for your chest. Your body, however, does not comply with your mind’s desperate desire to protect your life. So you stay in place, completely motionless, holding your breath, awaiting the gruesome fulfillment of your apparent destiny. Fuck. This is happening. My life is over. Goodbye beautiful world. Goodbye Hoseok. You hardly manage to tilt your head in order to look over at Hoseok, to take in his staggering beauty one last, precious time. But what you see is not what you expected. His fair features distorted by a mixture of horror, disbelief and sheer fright, he throws himself in between you and your assailant without even hesitating for a second, shielding your body with his from whatever harm may have been in store for you. No!, you internally scream, not a single sound, however, leaving your parted lips as you are forced to watch Hoseok slump to the ground right at your feet, clutching his side. Immediately, the entire terminal falls silent, for a few second only Hoseoks’s stifled gasps for air and gut-wrenching groans of pain filling the smothering quiet before the awestricken crowd eventually breaks into panicked screams and lamentations. Numb with terror at the sight of dark red blood soaking the cream-colored fibers of his woolen jumper, you plummet to the ground by Hoseok’s side. His eyes wide in disbelief, he simply stares down at his shaking hands, covered in his very own blood, by the look on his face just as shocked as you are and not entirely grasping the situation yet. „What the hell, Jung Hoseok? Why would you do something like that? Have you completely lost your mind!?“, you finally manage to get the words out, barely even having caught your breath yet. Despite the pain tugging at his soft features, he forces a faint smile as he looks up at you, beads of sweat accumulating on his shiny bare forehead. „May—Maybe?“, he stammers, the grin stretching his pale lips slowly fading. Now, at last, the security guards managed to reach the two of you, doing their best to keep the hysterical fans at bay while you tend to Hoseok’s trembling body. „Don’t cry, y/n“, he whispers, his breathy voice almost inaudible. „I’m gonna be just fine.“ Previously, you hadn’t even been aware of the tears streaming down your cheeks, and quite frankly you don’t care. You don’t care anymore about the fans, screaming at you, blaming you for what just happened. You don’t care about the cameras you’re being caught on. You don’t care about any of it. All you care about, all you can see, is Hoseok, his head now cradled in your lap, his eyelids pressed shut as another wave of pain ravages his slender body. Instinctively, you put pressure on the wound in his left lower abdomen, utilizing both your hands and your crumpled-up scarf, not once desisting from your self-assigned task until the paramedics arrive to relieve your aching arms of their tiring duty.

Three hours later, you, the six guys, Bang Shi-Hyuk and a few more managers and publicists are still anxiously pacing the floor of the waiting area at the Seoul National University Hospital. Ever since the doctors pulled Hoseok’s hand from your tight grip to cart him into the operating suite, there is a tightness in your chest that just won’t leave you. It makes breathing hard, almost impossible, and lets your pounding heart ache. The weight of a hand on your shoulder lets you whirl around. „Calm down, y/n. Hobi-hyung’s gonna be fine. The paramedics said it didn’t look that bad“, Taehyung’s calming voice reassures you. Firmly, he grabs you by both your shoulders, forcing you to come to a standstill for the first time since you got here. „Y/n, you haven’t sat down once, did neither accept any of the offered snacks nor get down even a single sip of water ever since we arrived here. It’s been hours and you look like you’re about to faint, and that’s not gonna do any of us any good, especially not Hope. You don’t want him to worry, do you?“ You weakly shake your head, eyes abashedly cast down to the ground. „Good. Then take a deep breath, come with me and have a seat.“ Unresistingly, you allow Taehyung to guide you to the row of worn down cushioned chairs the rest of the members are currently occupying. Without needing to be asked, Jungkook immediately gets up to his feet so you can take his seat as soon as he notices the both of you making your way towards him. „Here, sit down, y/n.“ You flash him a forced, yet grateful smile, too exhausted to raise your voice. Gently, Taehyung places you in the chair in between Jimin and Yoongi, their pitiful looks not going unnoticed by you. „Stop staring at me like that“, you mutter. „It’s not like I’m the one who got stabbed. It was supposed to be me, it should have been me, but that idiot just went ahead and decided to take my place and now …“ Your voice trails off, the tears starting to fall once again even though you vowed to yourself to be strong, not to cry anymore. „Sssshhhh“, Jimin, silent tears marking his own face, hushes your stifled sobs, pulling your aching head to his shoulder and going on to tenderly stroke your hair. „Don’t say such things, y/n. None of this is your fault. And none of us would have wanted you to get hurt instead, least of all Hope-hyung. He would be very angry at you for thinking that way. And besides, he’s gonna be all right, y/n. Trust me. The doctors said so and I have a feeling they’re right. Just rest for a while, okay? Close your eyes, sit back and relax, calm down. I know it’s easier said than done, but when he wakes up you have to be strong and alert so you can take care of Hobi-hyung, all right?“ You meekly nod, doing as you’re told, your lids soon fluttering shut. Comfortably leaning against Jimin’s shoulder, you unwittingly, slowly drift into a light sleep.

„Y/n, wake up! Wake up!“, you hear a faint voice calling through the foggy clouds of semi-sleep. Somebody vigorously shakes you by your shoulders in an effort to jolt you awake, quickly succeeding. Immediately, you sit up straight, eyes wide open. „What? What is it? Is it Hoseok!?“ „Yes!“, an excited Taehyung broadly grins at you, his face so close to yours it’s out of focus. „He’s awake! And he’s fine, y/n! He’s fine!“ Prompt relief washes over you in a soothing wave, taking away all the horrible thoughts and doubts that had plagued you even in your dreams. „Where is he? Can I see him? I have to see him!“ „Yes! We’re on our way to see him right now! Just come with us! Hurry!“, Jimin waves back at you, already halfway around the next corner, face gleaming with delight. „Come on, y/n“, Jungkook helps you up, him and Taehyung taking you in between them, linking arms with you. „They told us he asked for you as soon as he came to. So lets better get there fast.“ You don’t dare to trust their word, though, until you actually see him, Hoseok, lying in a hospital bed, alive and, apparently, as well as can be expected under the circumstances, his eager eyes facing the door and lighting up as soon as they land on you. A gasp of sheer and incredulous relief escapes your lips as you rush past Bang Shi-Hyuk who is deep in conversation with a group of doctors and fly to straight Hoseok’s side. „Shit, you scared me!“, you cry into the sleeve of his hospital gown, your hands tightly clutching its fine fabric as if they still can’t believe he’s actually here with you, alive. „I’m fine, baby“, you hear him say, his voice low, a little hoarse, but his tone infinitely soft. „It’s okay. Come on, look at me, I’ve been waiting to see your pretty face.“ „No“, you shake your head in protest, your face still buried in his gown. „I look horrible.“ „I don’t look any better, y/n, believe me“, he actually jokes. „Don’t be like that. Show me your beautiful puffy face.“ „All right“, you reluctantly comply with a theatrical sigh, Hoseok’s radiant grin immediately working its infectious magic on you. „My beautiful y/n“, he fondly smiles at you. One of his hands caresses your tear-streaked cheek while the other one finds yours, your fingers naturally interlacing as Hoseok continues to simply admire the sight of you for what feels like an eternity, until his expression suddenly turns serious, his brows knitting. „I heard you were giving yourself quite the hard time?“, he inquires, his tone reproving. Remaining silent, you merely bite your lip, avoiding his gaze. „Please, don’t blame yourself for what happened, y/n“, he goes on, speaking more softly now. „To me, there never really was a choice. I couldn’t just stand there and watch you get hurt, especially not with me being the very reason for your endangerment.“ He pauses. „Although, I had no idea I was even capable of such a heroic action!“, Hoseok then laughs, causing all those present to chuckle at his pleased incredulity. Affectionately shaking your head, you look up at his face, gleaming with pride. „I guess from this day on I am not longer to be known as the coward of the group“, he shrugs, a broad grin curving his lips, dimpling his cheeks that are finally starting to reassume their natural glow. „And I now have the scars to prove it“, he complacently gestures towards his lower abdomen, eliciting a speechless smile from you. „Hyung, you must’ve been exchanged while in surgery“, Taehyung jokes. „Where’s our old J-Hope?  What did you do with him?“ „I’m a new man!“, Hoseok beams, winking at you. „My y/n made me brave.“ „Well, that all may be true“, one of the doctors interrupts. „But you’re a ‚new man‘ who most certainly needs some well-deserved rest now. So, if you all may leave? Visiting hours are over.“ His remark is met with a general mutter of discontent. „I’m sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but this patient needs some sleep so his body can recover from the ordeals it was put through and you all can have him back up and dancing as soon as possible.“ „All right“, the boys mumble in crestfallen unison, politely bowing to the doctors before they are ushered outside by Bang Shi-Hyuk. „The same applies to you, too“, the doctor impatiently raises a brow at you. Grudgingly, you nod your head, knowing full well that the experienced physician is in the right. When you try to get up, however, Hoseok won’t let go of your hand, holding you back with all the strength he can muster in his weakened state. „No, please, doctor. Can she stay? I won’t be able to get any rest, anyway, if she’s not by my side“, he pouts. Obviously hesitating, the doctor holds his breath, his gaze wandering from the both of you, now again huddled up to one another by Hoseok’s bedside, over to Bang Shi-Hyuk and his colleagues and back again. „All right“, he eventually sighs in defeat. „But I can trust it that you will neither excite nor stress this young man in any way, young Miss?“ „Of course not“, you promptly reply, feeling your cheeks blush with shame at the subtext of his strict words. „Well, then you may keep him company for now. But he still needs to sleep. Will you see to it that he does?“ „I will“, you nod dutifully. The two of you burst into giggles as soon as the doctors have left and the door has snapped shut behind them. „Was that doctor just seriously asking me not to …?“, you barely manage the words in between hushed chuckles. „Well, it seems our chemistry is unmissable.“ „But still“, you shake your head, incredulous. „As if — In your state? What the hell … That doctor has one twisted imagination.“ Hoseok simply grins, patting a free spot on the mattress beside him, indicating you to lie down next to him. You gladly comply, carefully snuggling up to him while he wraps his arm around your shoulder, allowing you to place your head in the crook of his neck and him to place a gentle kiss on your hair. „Is this comfortable for you?“, you ask, afraid to lean against him and accidentally put too much pressure on his wound. „Are you in pain? Should I move?“ „It’s all right, y/n“, Hoseok softly chuckles. „It’s not that bad. Just a surface laceration, a bunch of muscles and stuff were affected, no organs though, so basically a flesh wound. They examined me very closely not to miss anything, cleaned it and stitched it up. That was it. Besides, I’m on loads of painkillers right now, so I don’t feel much of it anyway.“ „Well, that’s a relief, I guess?“, you mumble into the fabric go his hospital gown, still not entirely at ease though. „It was a nail file, they told me“, he continues, his voice constantly lowering. „What she attacked me with. A nail file. The assailant was known for being a sasaeng, Bang PD told me. She swore she didn’t plan it and that she’d never been violent before. Seeing you by my side must’ve triggered her. She totally lost it. She claims she didn’t know what she was doing and even attempted to harm herself at the police station, believing she killed me.“ „That’s horrible“, you gasp. „Why would Bang PD even tell you that? You shouldn’t concern yourself with her in your state. It can’t be good for your health.“ „I wanted to know. I needed to know, to understand what could possibly inspire a person to do something like that. I dearly hope not too many of our incredible fans feel and think like her.“ He pauses, sighing deeply. „That woman expressed her regret, though. She supposedly even said she feels sorry towards you.“ „I don’t believe she does“, you whisper, hardly managing to hold back your tears, welling up anew. „Anyway, it’s all over now. And Bang PD will surely not allow anything like that to ever happen again. You will have your own protection detail from now on, y/n, so you will always be safe.“ You can’t help but flinch at his words. „I know, it’s not exactly ideal and we both hoped it would never come to this. But it’s for the best, for now, until the fans calm down. I’m sure they’ll come to accept and love you very soon, y/n.“ Teary-eyed, you look up at him. „You really think so?“ „I believe so“, Hoseok smiles reassuringly. „Come a little closer, y/n.“ „Why?“, you wonder aloud, already doing as asked, though. „So I can do this“, he replies, placing a soft kiss on your mouth. You can’t help but smile at his lips. ��And now, let’s sleep, y/n. I’m tired.“

Two months later …

„See, I told you, there’s a bright side to virtually everything, y/n.“ „You incurable optimist“, you scoff, stretching to give Hoseok a little peck on the smooth cheek. The two of you are strolling down a picturesque alley of your hometown under the bright sun of a clear, blue winter sky, side by side, your arm around Hoseok’s waste and his tightly wrapped around your shoulder, wearing matching scarfs and bright smiles. „I’m glad Bang PD granted me this short vacation“, he sighs contently, deeply inhaling the crisp air. „You deserved it after what happened, especially after working so hard to recover quickly. If he hadn’t allowed it I’d have made him.“ „How?“ „Oh, I have my ways, Jung Hoseok. When it comes to you I really can’t take a joke.“ „Woah, now you’re scaring me“, he chuckles, brushing his smiling lips against your temple. „It’s nice to be able to move around so freely here, where barely anyone recognizes me. And y/c is so beautiful, y/n. I’m so glad we got a chance to travel it like this, without all the stress of touring and having to attend promotional events and such. This makes for an entirely different experience. And your hometown is so lovely. I never want to leave again.“ „I’m happy you feel that way.“ „People keep staring at us, though“, Hoseok notices as another couple walks past you openly gaping. „It must be because you’re so pretty, y/n. You look radiant today.“ He leans over to place yet another kiss on your forehead. „Oh, stop it, Hobi. You know full well they’re staring at you“, you playfully poke him in the ribs. „I’m sure they’ve never seen a man more beautiful. I’m not kidding. This is a small town compared to Seoul.“ „Okay, I could fight you on this, y/n. Because I’m a hundred percent sure it’s you who makes them stare. But I guess this argument would be pointless and never-ending. So, let’s just settle for us being the cutest couple in town.“ „Yes“, you agree with theatrical enthusiasm, eliciting an amused laugh from Hoseok. „We’re disgustingly, cringe-worthily cute, especially combined. Yoongi would probably puke if he could see us right now.“ The both of you chuckle at the notion. „And concerning the open question regarding who of us is the cutest, we should seek my mother’s judgement.“ „But won’t she be biased?“, Hoseok wonders aloud while taking a snapshot of a pretty storefront. „Yeah. She’s clearly prepossessed for you!“, you scoff. „She’s practically been drooling over the photos of you I sent her. My mom can’t believe I have such a handsome boyfriend. She’s been telling people everywhere about her attractive and talented future son-in-law, and I haven’t even told her about your proposal yet. She’s just easily excitable. And, oh boy, you’re in for quite a lot of cheek pinching. I apologize in advance.“ „No need to“, he chuckles, as you come to a halt in front of the door to your family’s residence. „I’m so glad I’ll finally get to meet your folks. And I can’t wait to see your mother’s face when you show her the ring.” Hoseok inclines his head to softly kiss you on the lips one last time before he straightens his posture, bracing himself for what’s to come while you slowly extend your hand, preparing to ring the doorbell. „Ready?“, you ask, turning around to meet his gaze. It’s surprisingly steady. „Ready“, Hoseok confidently nods, whipping out his most endearing smile. „Nervous?“ „Not a bit.“ „You’re lying.“ „Yes. I am, all right!? You’re killing me, y/n. Ring that damn bell already!“ „Okay, okay“, you giggle. „Three, two, one…“

THE END

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Either/Or: Christmas

Hi! I'm not sure if you are taking Christmas prompts for Supercorp as well, but in case you are, could you write a story with Lena going to Midvale with Kara for the holidays for the first time?

The closer that the plane got to landing, the deeper Lena took a breath. It wasn’t the worst way to spend the holidays, and her girlfriend was practically vibrating with excitement. Kara spent an entire week fine tuning a list of things to do back in her hometown, and Lena was excited because when her girlfriend was excited, it was as contagious as the plague, or something more fun, like flesh eating bacteria.

That didn’t stop her nerves though. She was an adult woman who owned her own business and home, who regularly went to the dentist, who had a 401k and did things like brunch and tip her mailman during the holidays. Lena Luthor was an upstanding citizen who paid her taxes and volunteered and gave money to charity. She employed a large portion of people and she was madly in love with her girlfriend. She was a catch.

And yet she’d never met a parent. Not once. Never wanted to, nor had the opportunity to be introduced as a girlfriend to significant family members. And as she sat on the plane, she really wasn’t dreading it as much as she thought. Instead of morbid fear, a nervousness over the future and what this meant ensued.

“You’re nervous,” Kara stated, feeling it radiate off of her normally confident girlfriend.

Even when she wasn’t, Lena knew how to fake it. Kara once watched her charm her way out of a speeding ticket, which was ridiculous, to say the least, but Lena Luthor was capable of such things.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“A little,” she shrugged, finding that firmness and putting on that mask.

“My mom is going to love you. And I’m going to show you all of my favorite things,” Kara promised, kissing Lena’s hair as she leaned against her shoulder. “Look at this list.”

Proudly, the crumpled and well-creased paper emerged from its spot as a bookmark, never far away from Kara for the past few weeks as she made her list of things to do back home. It began the moment she booked the tickets, and it just grew until it was onto the second page, though Lena was never allowed to fully read it. It was all to be a surprise.

“Your sister doesn’t like me already,” Lena remembered, pulling them from the moment of peace and calmness.

“She likes you,” Kara swallowed and lied through her teeth. “It doesn’t matter. Everything is going to be great.”

“If you say so.”

“I do,” she smiled and kissed her once more.

If Lena was nervous, then Kara was ecstatic. Both vibrated at similar frequencies with their opposite feelings as they moved through the airport. While Kara tried to urge them quickly onward so that her adoptive mother could pick them up, she was tugged back at the absolutely glacial pace at which her girlfriend dragged her feet.

“I’m excited,” Kara repeated herself.

“I am too,” Lena promised, almost meaning it. “For a proper Danver’s Christmas.”

It was the most truth that she could manage. In truth, Lena really didn’t know what to expect, as the holidays weren’t a thing in her home. They must have been at one point, but she couldn’t recall one Christmas that she asked Santa for something. Instead, she just had time off of school and was exceedingly lonely. The stories that Kara told her were pure legend and myth and everything that movies were made of, and for that reason, so very difficult to understand.

“Hi, honey,” a tall, beautiful blonde woman greeted them as they made their way toward the line of waiting cars. “Oh, look at you. You’re gorgeous. Come here.”

She inhaled Kara in a huge hug, squeezing and rocking them as she smiled and closed her eyes with the force of her love for her adopted daughter. If one were to squint and not know their history, they could imagine that they were related by blood. Long faces and slender bodies, they were tall and blonde and happy; the complete opposite of the Luthor.

“You must be Lena,” she turned her arms onto the shy addition to the reunion. “I’m so glad you could make it. Kara talks about you constantly.”

“She’s not really a hug--” Kara’s words were cut off when Eliza’s arms went around Lena’s stiff shoulders, thawing her slowly.

“You are just beautiful. Kara wasn’t wrong about that,” the mother smiled and held Lena’s shoulders, ignoring her daughter’s interruption. “Was it a good flight?”

“It was good,” Lena nodded, still smothered in a different way than she was accustomed. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“I’m so glad you are both here.”

Just like that, Lena was sucked up into it. She couldn’t escape her weird feelings about the motherly figure who hugged her daughter tight, glad that she’d returned. She couldn’t help but blush when she learned how much Kara talked about her; enough so that Eliza knew almost as much about her as Kara did.

It was all well worth it when they went to lunch at Kara’s favorite place. Or at least one of Kara’s favorites. To see her overjoyed and talking quickly. She had this stupid way of making people happy and excited to exist when maybe they were on the fence about it at best. And she gushed. Kara gushed about Lena to her mom right in front of her, which was magic and very new because as much as Lena knew that Kara loved her, she wasn’t quite certain why. But she heard some of the reasons in the pride in her voice.

The sun beat down on the coastal town so that Christmas was a much different temperature. Lena shed her coat and basked in it as they drove toward the neighborhood on the hills above the ocean. There were lights and decorations, and Lena found the neighborhood to be idyllic and picturesque and festive despite the weather.

“You grew up here?”

“Yeah,” Kara grinned as she squinted at the house as they climbed out of the car.

It was everything Lena imagined that normal people without alcoholic fathers and abusive step-mothers grew up in. There was a tree in the yard and shutters on the windows and a porch with comfortable chairs that looked good for chatting and sipping coffee. It looked like the home that built someone like Kara.

“Wait for it.”

“For wha--”

The front door swung open, and right there, with the afternoon just starting to simmer, a giant white dog came bounding out and onto the lawn, tackling Kara in an instant, barely able to decide where on her face to lick, instead just wagging its whole body.

“Hi, buddy,” Kara giggled and tried to hold him back as he licked at her face. “Lena, this is Krypto.”

“Oh… my… he’s a big guy.”

“Yeah, he’s my big, strong boy,” she laughed and rubbed his chest and tried to stand up. “He’s the best dog in the whole galaxy.”

“Hello there,” Lena furrowed and made a face as she held her hand out. A loud back emerged and she retracted quickly, though he lurched forward to lick her, tail wagging and eager to be friends.

“He likes you.”

“He’s so… big.”

“He’s from home,” Kara explained. “He gets a little excited.”

“He broke through the garage door his first week here,” Eliza explained, shaking her head as she grabbed their bag and lugged it toward the house. “Just like Kara.”

“He’s nice. Give him your hand,” Kara ignored her mother but earned a skeptical look from her girlfriend. “Lena, trust me.”

The pictures that Kara had on her phone of the dog were awfully misleading as to its size. Or perhaps it was just being in person with it, in the picturesque little house at the end of the cul-de-sac, with Kara holding him tightly around the neck, that Lena realized what a behemoth of a beast Krypto truly was.

She looked at her girlfriend and took a deep breath.

“Hi big dog thing,” Lena swallowed.

Tentatively he sniffed before licking her hand, though it did nothing to make her relax.

“He’s soft, huh?”

“Yeah. And has big teeth.”

“Yes he does,” Kara cooed, rubbing the dog’s ears. “My two favorite people are at my home. This is going to be great.”

“Sure is,” Lena agreed, patting the dog’s head awkwardly as he returned to nudging Kara’s hip for more love.

If Lena wasn’t a rational, logical, normal person, she might have imagine he gave her a look of jealous ownership over the blonde. Instead, she shook her head and followed Kara into the house.

The room at the top of the stairs was no where close to as big as Lena’s bedroom, of course, not many bedrooms were. Lena got an entire wing, isolated and cut off from the rest of a family. She didn’t understand how bedrooms could be so close together, or how things could feel so warm and homey.

On one side of the room, punk band posters covered the walls. There were stickers and fairy lights and an old, worn purple comforter on it. It was a far cry from the agent that worked at the DEO and kept everything under control. It was all angst and teenage rage.

But Kara’s side, that was very much like the girl she knew and loved. It was cozy. Kara had a knack for being cozy. A comfortable, soft sunflower quilt covered the bed. There were bits of art hanging up on the wall by the bed. A copy of Starry Night hung there. A few little books sat on the nightstand. There was a stark distinct difference between the two sisters, and Lena smiled to herself at it.

“That side’s mine,” Kara nudged her chin toward the cozy side with the warm looking quilt. “Alex and Maggie dibbed the guest room, so we’re in here.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever slept on a twin-sized bed.”

“I love your ‘I’m-very-rich’ stories. Means I get to teach you how to be human.”

“How did you sleep on these?” Lena said as she surveyed it. “You turn into a starfish when you sleep.”

“Just wait until we try to squeeze together,” she laughed and flopped on the bed, tugging Lena with her a second later. “I’m going to get you slumming it, Luthor.”

She laughed and settled beside her girlfriend, tucked against the wall and Kara’s side. Lena kissed her jaw and tossed her leg over Kara’s hip.

“I’m in your childhood bed.”

“You are. I’m not allowed to have anyone in my bed. At least I think so. Never had that option as a teenager, but I bet it’d be discouraged.”

“I’m telling your mom,” Lena teased.

“Please don’t.”

They were quiet as they laid there in the old childhood room. Kara went over her list of what they were going to do, and how excited she was to give Lena a family and all of the same good memories she had. That was always the goal, and she did it in tiny ways, but Kara was on track to replace every bad memory with something better. It was a daunting list, but it was already working. There were a lot less sad stories. There were a lot less moments of sadness period.

Lena adjusted her leg and tightened her grasp on Kara’s ribs, hiding away in her shoulder and closing her eyes happily. She almost considered buying a twin-sized bed just because they normally slept about this close anyway, but there was no possible way she would ever do something like that. She was a Luthor, afterall.

Downstairs, they heard Alex and Maggie arrive at some point, their little semi-nap interrupted by the idea of real life. They heard the dog bark and they heard the sound of dinner being made, but neither wanted to move. It wasn’t on Kara’s list, but lounging in her favorite bed with her favorite person should have been at the top.

“I like your room,” Lena whispered. “But I think we should head downstairs.”

“We should. Part one of Midvale Christmas.”

The light slowly dimmed outside as the evening snuck in to interrupt. The heat of the day relaxed somewhat in the winter that could only be described as an East Coast fall at best.

“Thanks for inviting me.”

“Thanks for coming.”

Dinner didn’t want to end. The night descended outside and the day passed, but still the table laughed and drank. The house was decorated with lights and garlands, with candles and nutcrackers, all mingling with pictures and diplomas. It might have been one of the smallest homes she’d ever spent time in, but there was something about family there that she’d never felt before. It felt like home and it’d only been a few hours.

“Can I help clean up?” Lena offered as Eliza finally stood.

“I think Kara has too much planned. But thank you.”

“You have something planned for tonight?”

“I do,” she nodded proudly. “Put on some shoes on. I’ll help clean quickly--”

“No, no, that’s okay,” Alex stopped her from running around. “Last time you helped quickly you broke the dishwasher. We’ve got it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Go have fun, Little Danvers,” Maggie promised.

Driven forward by Kara’s excitement, Lena followed along through the backyard and onto the sand of the beach while the rest of the house was grateful to get rid of the energetic tornado. Without the sun, the night grew chilly, though it still didn’t have that malignant frost of a true winter night. Instead, for December, the night on the beach was simply chilly.

“Do I get to see this famous list, or are you just going to drag me all over the place all week?” Lena asked as the trudged away from the neighborhood.

“Drag you all over the place, definitely.”

Lena rolled her eyes and hopped up onto Kara’s back as it was offered, squeezing her neck and kissing her ear as she was carried toward the surprise. Krypto followed along eagerly, prancing along before racing ahead.

“I like your house.”

“It’s nice, huh?”

The weight on her back was familiar and nice and warm. Like nothing at all, Kara held onto Lena’s thighs and walked them toward the first item on her list. It was the first thing she thought of when her mother called and invited them out, making sure they would make it with her sister.

“Your mom is very nice too,” Lena hummed, her chin on her arm and cheek pressed against Kara’s hair. “The dog isn’t so bad either.”

“I’d say we could bring him home, but I know that you’d lose it.”

“He could live at your place.”

“But you have a balcony.”

“He stays.”

“Fine,” Kara chuckled as she jumped a dozen feet in the air and landed them atop the lifeguard stand on the desolate beach. “This is spot number one.”

“I never thought I’d be on a beach for Christmas,” Lena sighed as she slid off of her hero’s back. “What is this?”

“This, my dear, is my favorite place. I spent hours and junk hear when I was a kid looking at the stars and very alone.”

“You were alone?”

“I was very lonely and sad,” she nodded, unfolding the blanket in her arms. “But I felt better when I looked at the stars. It reminded me of home.”

“Now you can be alone with me,” Lena decided as Kara’s tone drifted toward melancholic.

Lena wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and hugged her tightly atop the tower there with the waves as a beat in the background.

The blanket was spread and the pair took a seat, though this time they gave up on the stars and instead watched the holiday lights on the buildings along the coast. Lena pressed into her space heater and couldn’t help but giggle and laugh and listen and learn exactly why Kara loved that spot.

There was something oddly disorienting about waking up in her twin-sized bed, but at the same time, there was something familiar and tinged with this feeling of home and safety. The moment was warm and Kara stretched out with the sun slipping through the blinds and along her shoulders and back.

It took a few seconds of waking from the best sleep she’d had in months for Kara to realize that she was alone. She knew that she didn’t go to bed alone. In fact, she went to bed with a beautiful girl curled up into her side and lips lingering on her skin after a quiet, very quiet moment round of festive celebrating. Because no matter the place, Lena Luthor was good at drinking wine and getting handsy, and Kara liked those facts and that her family celebrations would involve a lot more bottles.

But she woke up alone in her bed, with her sister’s untouched and no sight of her girlfriend. She closed her eyes and listened and breathed in the smell of breakfast being made and Lena helping.

With a grin, Kara dug her head into her pillow and worked hard to catalogue everything happening at that very instant.

“Have you considered the degree to which you’re attacking the joint arms?” Lena asked, furrowing as she leaned over the schematic fanned out on the kitchen table. “Hey, babe,” she murmured as she sipped her coffee without looking up, earning a kiss on her temple.

“You were up early.”

“Eliza was showing me some of her schematics for a transponder. And you were exhausted.”

“Morning,” Kara took a kiss from her mother and took a cup of juice and popped a grape from the spread. “Where’s Maggie and Alex?”

“Out for a run.”

“You know, the wiring could be shorter and less prone to misfiring if you just move the battery,” Lena decided as she nodded to herself.

“Move it…” Eliza nodded as well as she considered it and moved around the table. “I could move it.”

“And it would appear that I’ve lost my girlfriend for the day.”

“What?” Lena caught herself and looked up finally, smiling shyly at Kara. “Sorry what were you saying?”

“Do you want to go to work with Eliza?”

“No, no, we have your list.”

“It’ll keep for a few hours.”

“Will it?” Lena asked, torn between wanting desperately to play with new gadgets and also being a good girlfriend.

“It will,” Kara promised, earning a squeal and huge hug.

There was a plan. There was rhyme and reason that came with all of it. Kara took Lena to her favorite restaurant and shared all of her favorite foods, even surprising Lena with a few of her own. They went out for drinks with friends from high school, and Lena got to see a nerdier, giggly hero emerge. They went to the aquarium and Kara told her girlfriend about her home, her family, both of them, both of her parents, both of her beliefs. They spent all day underwater.

By Christmas Eve, Lena was comfortable, or at least as comfortable as an orphan with a terrible childhood could be in a family that wore matching pj’s and even got her a pair. Even though it was the night before Christmas, the temperature outside was warm enough to negate the need for warm clothes, but that didn’t stop them. And thus, Lena Luthor, heir to the mass fortune and infamous name and legacy, found herself in flannel reindeer pj’s. She traced Kara’s hair as she rested in her lap while Alex and Maggie laughed on the other side of the room, and Eliza brought in more cookies.

“I still can’t believe you watch all of them in one day.”

“We have to get all of the Christmas movies in before we can’t,” Alex explained. “We had to figure out how to educate your girlfriend, and so we picked the best examples we could and answered about a thousand questions.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen half of them.”

“See, it’s important to educate the aliens,” Maggie teased, earning a chuckle from Kara. “Let me guess, The Grinch is your favorite.”

“We haven’t watched my favorite Christmas movie,” Lena disagreed.

“What is it?”

“Die Hard.”

The room was quiet but it was Alex that broke first, her laugh filling up the room until her wife joined her, followed quickly by Eliza and then finally Kara.

“That’s not a Christmas movie,” Kara chuckled.

“I beg to differ. Just because it doesn’t have a weird creature or a sing-along track doesn’t mean it doesn’t show all of the virtues of a good Christmas movie.”

“Is that really the movie you watch for the holidays?” Eliza asked, furrowing slightly.

“When we were kids, Lex and I would play John McClane. It was a pretty good part of the season for us. Well, it was. At least for me.”

Lena wished she wasn’t so surprised when the next movie they watched was Die Hard. She blushed slightly and slithered deeper into the couch as she felt Kara hug her leg. It was a new kind of memory, and it was part of her that became part of their traditions, and that was everything nice.

Kara kissed her knee at one point and nuzzled deeper before letting out a contented sigh.

There existed only one item left on the list as Christmas morning rolled around. Kara worked hard to cross off every item and spend as much time showing Lena everything that she had to offer to make Christmas a new favorite time of the year for the pessimistic Luthor.

But the final item, that was enough to make her nervous as all get out. And she stared at her tattered list as Lena slept half atop her in the morning light and kissed her head before sighing and feeling her own heart jump at the thought of completing it.

Time was going to push her onward though.

“Merry Christmas,” Lena hummed as she dug her nose into Kara’s shoulder.

A few days on the twin bed, and she was appreciating her king back home a lot more, though waking up this close was kind of nice and different.

“Merry Christmas,” Kara whispered, closing her eyes.

“Merry Christmas!” Alex yelled from just outside the door. “Let’s go!”

The two in the bed just growled and groaned and stretched and collided together in the tiny space of the bed beneath the shared blankets and pillows. Both gave up and tugged on their matching pj’s that were an early gift before heading downstairs.

Gifts spilled out from beneath the tree while the rest of the living room was filled with Eliza and Maggie and Alex standing there.

“I’ll get coffee, go take a seat. Everyone sit,” Kara ordered, exchanging a pointed look with her sister. Oblivious to it all, Lena took a seat eagerly.

Time was coming indeed for the last item on her list, and Kara let out a big breath as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Wrapping paper and bows and discarded boxes accumulated as the music played in the background. Lena even got a stocking, which was important. She got gifts from everyone else, and she got lots of laughs and jokes from everyone around the tree as the morning grew deeper.

“I love it, thank you,” Maggie grinned and kissed her wife.

“I think this means Christmas is over,” Lena sighed.

“I don’t know,” Kara shook her head and started to dig in a stocking. “I think there’s one more gift left.”

“Yeah, check the tree, Lena,” Eliza smiled, sitting on the edge of her seat.

“Do you hide them in there as well?” she asked, stretching and searching. “I don’t see anything else. And I think everyone opened the ones I got.”

By the time Lena turned around, Kara was on her knee.

“So there’s one more item on my list,” she smiled and showed it to her girlfriend finally. “And it’s to ask you to marry me, and give me the happiest girl in the world.”

“What… what?” Lena shook her head and looked at everyone else. “What are you doing?”

“Lena Luthor, I’m in love with you. I want every Christmas with you. I want everything with you.”

“Kara-- this--”

“What do you say?”

“Of course!” she yelped before tackling her girlfriend into the pile of wrapping paper.

[angelkurenai]

Good for him - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Good for him

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (a lil less)

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine being Lucifer's daughter and Dean and Sam taking you in, but being faced with suspicion from Dean's side. As time goes by he realized it's only his way of defence because his hunter insticts tell him you are going to turn evil like your father one day but he has only started falling hard for you. Only it's too late because you seem to be in love with Cas, who has been nicer to you all along, and he's lost any chance he could ever have with you. Or so he thinks.

A/N: It’s not clear who Reader really wants, although it leans towards Dean, there’s plenty of both in it.

Dean Winchester was never one to have much faith in his life. He was never one to hope that there was someone, God or Chuck whatever it was, that cared about him and anything he or the rest of humanity went through. He never was one to have faith that things would get better for him and his family, what was left of it. He was never one to hope he could have a chance out one day. He never was one to even let himself dream of a perfect life with a good enough girl by his side. One to love him without return, one to smile even in the darkest of moments and offer him a shoulder to lean on. One that he could look right in the eyes and feel his heart swell with real happiness and love, one he had yet to experience in his life. He never even had faith he could deserve her and all of that to begin with. Yet he had stumbled right upon her and didn't even know it at first.

But he was so caught up in his grief and pain, so caught up with thinking like a warrior, putting everybody else before him and his feelings that he almost turned himself into a machine. He kept his mind occupied, thinking and calculating what was best, that he almost didn't realize it had started happening. He almost forgot his feelings were there until he realized it and it was all too late.

“Hey, did you even hear a word I said?” Sam asked with a perplexed look and Dean blinked, looking up from his beer at the younger man with a frown.

“Huh what?” he blinked and Sam let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair.

“Alright, what is it this time?” he crossed his arms over his chest and Dean gave him a look.

“What the hell's that supposed to mean, now?”

“What is it suppo- Dean, seriously now?” Sam laughed humorlessly “First, you act like an asshole for months to the wrong person, hurting (Y/n) much more than she could ever take! Without any of this being her fault. Then you won't deal with your grief no matter how much I tell you to. Later we get our family back, you- you seem good and you seem to start letting people, and even (Y/n) get closer to you, but not only a month later you isolate yourself from the rest of the world! Hell, not to mention you seem to avoid the poor girl like she's something worse than the plague!” Sam threw his arms in the air in exasperation.

“Wh-what?!” Dean blinked, scoffing in disbelief “Where is this all coming from now, man? And what the hell does (Y/n) have to do with this!? Why do you freaking bring her up into this, it's not like she has anything to do with me. Seems to me like she's got her eyes set on someone else.” Dean scoffed, unable to hide the hint of jealousy from his voice “Her and Cas are awfully close as it is, why does he have to be problem all of a sudden again? Like hell I need that too now!” it was such a big fat lie that Dean almost surprised himself as well, especially when he could find himself possible o think of anything else but you these days “Sides, I've told you I'm fine!”

“Yeah right.” Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes “And I try to ask you about it, Dean, I do my best to understand. Hell even mom and Cas try to, not to mention (Y/n) herself, and all you do is be a bigger asshole than before! Just when she thought you'd started accepting her you- you make things worse, you go and screw everything up! And all of it for no reason! She's proven herself so many times, to all of us, and in every way she could. But you just- you-” he laughed bitterly, shaking his head “Damn it Dean, do you even know how messed up she is right now?! She hasn't left her room in days and she won't open her door to any of us.”

“Yeah, well not exactly.” Dean gritted his teeth “I saw Cas leave her room just ten minutes ago.”

And it wasn't only that which had set everything off. Dean had let the first time slip, and he'd let the second and third and fourth but by the fifth he couldn't keep lying to himself about your obvious feelings for the angel for the sake of not getting any more hurt. It was normal human defence, of course, but Dean could no longer deny the obvious. He could keep saying that you were getting closer to Castiel because of the way you'd reached out to him when you first were just a baby inside Kelly, he could keep saying that you could even relate because he was also not human and could explain things better but, gosh, how Dean wanted to be the one to explain everything to you about humanity. To teach you, to show you, to be there to see you experience everything about humanity and even more feelings.

But if he kept saying any of those things he could now feel crystal clear that he was straightforward lying to himself. Because the truth was simple, it hurt like hell, but it was simple: You were in love with Castiel, and so was he with you.

Dean knew his friend and he knew how he acted around women, or at least tried to. And this was no common behavior for him. At first the smiles he'd give you were enough for Dean but now he had proof to only make matters worse.

Half an hour ago, he'd seen it with his own eyes, and it had of course prompted his current behavior.

-Flashback-

“I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong. I thought... I thought I was doing well, I thought I had managed to make him happy, he said I did well when I first saved Sam because I- I wanted to and even more often after that. I thought he was... opening up to me but I just-” you almost choked on a sob and Dean felt as if he was holding his breath as he looked through the crack of your open door talk to Castiel.

“Dean is...” the angel sighed “He had had a lot to deal with, over the course of time, and things have not been easy for him. I'm sure he wants to open up to you but now... things are still not working out the way we'd all like and-”

“But what did I do to him, Cas?” you whimpered softly, looking at the blue-eyed angel with glossy eyes and Castiel himself felt his heart clench painfully so inside his chest “It's because of who my father is, isn't it?”

“No, no (Y/n) I don't believe that.” he said in a low rough voice and shake of his head “Dean knows, I am sure he does, that you are not evil. You- you are kind, caring and loving like your mother. You're gentle and I know it for myself, I believed in it when you first reached out to me, that you are pure. A kind of pure I always believed in but lately stopped. A kind of pure I seeked out, you're nothing like Lucifer... Except maybe for the sass.” he ended up mumbling, mostly to himself, and a giggle involuntarily left your lips. It was the first smile Dean had seen in days and it was directed and because of another man, fucking perfect.

“You think I have?” you asked with raised eyebrows and he smiled slightly, nodding his head.

“Yes, and if you want the truth from someone who's lived long enough to see how your father once was then you are just that, (Y/n), the long lost innocence and purity your father lost long ago. But you are going to hold onto it, because you have us here. You have a family, and even Dean... he'll come around, I know. I believed in it.” he took hold of your hands, looking down for a second “Just like I believed in you from the first moment. I felt it, the moment I came close to you. Your grace was reaching to me and it was... warm, and soft, sweet and tender. It felt like... home. It was pure, a kind of pure I never thought I'd end up finding.”

“I remember it, you know.” you whispered, locking fingers with his “When it all happened, I- I somehow can still see every moment through my mother's eyes. I felt your grace surround me and it was... it was warm, it was welcoming and caring, it was... loving.” you smiled almost shyly as you looked up at him "I think I developed feelings for you from that point on.

“You... did what?” he whispered and your smile fell slightly.

“Is that not the right way to say it?” you frowned “I was- I was watching a movie Sam suggested to me and it was... the female protagonist, she described things like this, and when there is some special bond between two people they usually-Did I say something wrong?” you stopped yourself to ask with a frown and he gave you a shy smile of his own.

“No, no you're... you're being right. That is how humans mostly deal with their feelings, that is how the explain things.” he paused for a moment, breathing out a small laugh "It's all very complicated for you to understand yet, maybe you should-"

“No it's not.” you said innocently “It's clear, it is simple and it is nice with you Castiel. That is why I looked for you evrywhere when I first came on Earth, I think... that is why I trusted you when I was inside my mother too. You make me feel good, Castiel, at peace and happy. Very happy, even when things look bad. You make me smile and feel warm inside, is that not a good sign?”

“It-” he smiled, nodding his head softly “It is, yes. And if I can confess something-” he took in a small breath “Ever since I woke up.... I could feel you, reaching out to me or being close somehow, and I looked for you as well.”

“You did?” your eyes sparkled like a child's on Christmas day.

He breathed out a laugh, nodding his head “I did yes, and I am very glad I found you just like I first saw you in that vision you gave me all those months ago through your mother.”

“Cas” you whispered, a curious smile on your lips “Can I try something?”

“Sure” he said with a sweet smile “What?” he tilted his head to the side and you leaned closer to him. Your fingers first touched his cheek slightly, running over the lines of his face and even more his scruff, before you finally cupped it tenderly. Your eyes roamed his face much like his with you and you hesitated, the both of you feeling unsure in the first place, but Castiel stood his ground and you slowly leaned down your eyes half closed and focused on only one thing until your lips met his and you-

Dean pulled away from the door sharply, his jaw clenched, before he stormed away because he was unable to face the two of you kiss.

-End of Flashback-

Which only in the end made him hurt more and as a result to take it out on other people, giving the cold shoulder to his angel friend of course, ignore every possible try from Sam or his mother for a talk to sort out his feelings and ultimately be a total dick to the person that deserved it the least in this situation, you. He had no right to, he knew it you were a single woman you had every right to do what you wanted to, but he couldn't even stand to watch you hold hands or stand significantly close to each other.

“That's besides the point!” Sam huffed.

“No, Sam. That's exactly the fucking point!” Dean couldn't stop himself from raising his voice, his jealousy these days was hard to contain.

“Oh is it after all?” Sam breathed out, raising his eyebrows and Dean let out a groan, rolling his eyes.

“You know what I mean.” he muttered.

“No, Dean, I actually don't! You've been keeping quite about everything that's been bothering you these months! And these days things only got worse, and I seriously don't know what to attribute it to anymore! So why don't you tell me hm?”

“Just drop it, Sam, that's not your problem to deal with.” Dan grumbled, avoiding looking at his brother.

“No I'm not dropping it! Why? Because she's Lucifer's daughter? Is that it again?”

“What the hell even? No, that's not my- Will you just leave me be? I have my own problems, I'll deal with them in due time.”

“Yeah and in the meantime make her feel like shit!” Sam exclaimed, catching Dean's attention who looked worried for a moment.

“It's not-” Dean clenched his jaw “It's not because of her. It's not her fault.” he breathed out and Sam scoffed.

“Then whose? Castiel's?” Sam asked and the older Winchester clenched his fists. He didn't blame his friend, not entirely, but he couldn't help all the feelings that spiked inside with jealousy in head of all. And he hated, Dean loathed, all of them. Uncertainy, doubt, fear to name but a few.

“Right, yeah.” Sam shook his head, running his fingers through his hair “So not (Y/n), not Cas. So it's you after all.” Sam concluded and Dean glared at him “Dean do you- Do you think she knows that hm? Do you think she can see the difference? Because I don't think. Do you believe she can tell the difference between this being you dealing in a crappy way with your problems and it being her fault?”

“It's not.” Dean found himself only capable of repeating.

“Well, I know!” Sam almost shouted “But she doesn't! Do you even realize what you've done to her? She feels like hell, Dean, she- she was crying last night! And it was all because of the hunt and you and what an ass you were. And I know that now it's not het fault or the fact that she's Lucifer's daughter. I know it's not your grief or pain. Things are going well but you- you jut are impossible to bear once more because of how terribly you deal with things. So you either man up and-” Sam gritted his teeth, pausing as he glared at his brother who looked back with a frown, almost challenging him, before Sam shot up and grabbed his computer.

“You either man up and tell her you're such a jerk because you don't know how to handle your newfound feelings for her and that you don't hate her anymore because she is Lucifer's daughter or you accept that you'll have to deal with being jealous over her spending more time with Cas for probably the rest of your life.” Sam let out a huff, clenching his jaw before storming off, without giving Dean the chance to even speak back. Not that the older Winchester could even form a proper word.

“Damn it.” he growled, running a hand down his face before shooting up from his seat to grab another beer or two... or three. He didn't even let himself stop for a moment to think, because Sam's words had hit him harder than he would like to admit, and he couldn't even let himself form the words even in his mind. He was in love with you, though, and that was a feeling he couldn't change.

“Oh” a gentle voice breathed out and he looked up from his beer, instantly feeling the air get caught in your throat. Dean watched as your back straightened, almost subconsciously in the way he did when he faced his own father in the past, like a good little soldier afraid to disappoint their mentor.

“H-Hey” you stuttered looking nervously at him for a second before your eyes roamed the room, your foot shifting nervously.

“Hey” he said in a rough voice, examining your every move and with each second he felt worse about everything he'd done. Sam's words still echoed in his head and they didn't help at all. This was all on him, and you becoming so withdrawn and almost scared to face him was again on him.

“I'm-”you blinked, and Dean took notice of your red eyes, feeling his heart clenched painfully in his chest “I'm sorry.”you whispered in the end in a rough voice, wrapping your arms around yourself. They were the only two words he didn't want to hear from you, especially with that look in your eyes. It broke him.

“I- I didn't know you'd be here. I heard Sam leave and I supposed that-” you stopped yourself, shifting uncomfortably in your place “I'm sorry, I can come back when you're not-”you were ready to turn and leave and Dean felt as if someone stabbed him right then and there. You couldn't even be in the same room with him because he'd ended up hurting you worse than before.

“No, (Y/n).” he breathed out, pushing away from the kitchen counter and taking a step closer towards you but freezing in his place when he saw you take a step back almost with side eyes. You weren't just hurt, you were almost scared.

“Oh God” Dean thought to himself as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, fighting in the meanwhile the tears that threatened to spill because of what he'd done.

“I'm-” he stopped himself, biting his lip as he looked down with a frown “I'm sorry, (Y/n).” he breathed out, looking up to meet your eyes again “I'm sorry.”

“I-” you shifted in your place “I didn't mean for any of it to happen.” you whispered, a small whimper leaving your lips “I wih I could be more helpful but sometimes I... I guess even if I try to help I can't do as much as you, Sam and Cas can do. I'm-” you almost choked on a sob as you looked down “I'm not good enough, I know that. I'm pretty useless.” you shrugged sadly “But I- I didnt want Sam to get hurt, I wish I coul have acted faster but... but I was only acting on impulse and... and I couldn't bare to think something would happen to you.” you said hesitantly in a weak voice and Dean felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't want to read more into your words but you had pretty much said you cared about him and his well-being right?

“You- you don't have to apologize for that, (Y/n).” he sighed softly “I know I- I was a total asshole, I almost-” he laughed bitterly “Sam said I sounded like dad and that's... not what I should do now. I scared you, I know you could barely face me at times and I know you-” he cut himself off and your eyebrows raised softly as you looked at him ever-so-innocently.

“Anyway-” he cleared his throat “We've- we've been making progress and I screwed things up because I-”

“Don't know how to handle the fact that I've fallen helplessly and hopelessly in love with you and wish to spend the rest of my ilfe with you.” could he ever utter those words when it scared the living hell out of him to even think of?

“I have issues, I have so many things still on my mind, problems, but- but none of them is your fault, (Y/n). Not really anymore, maybe it never was. And I know that whatever we've had to deal with was never your intention so I... I can't really blame you for it, right?” he shrugged, looking at you with a softer look and you stared at him with almost wide eyes, but full of surprise and what – he so hoped and wished – a small spark of happiness starting to form.

“I want to help... if I can.” you whispered, taking a tentative step towards him and the corners of his lips lifted just slightly.

He contemplated the thought for a second. You were close to him, with just two long strides he could be right in front of you and just envelope you in his arms and show you how truly sorry was for everything he'd said and done, at least these days, because this was all so overwhelming for him. But he couldn't do it, not at least for now.

“Nah sweetheart.” he gave you a casual smirk “This mess is- it's mine to deal with, you don't gotta worry yourself. Just- I just need you to know, you're doing good (Y/n).” he nodded his head softly “Maybe you've always done and I was just... a big damn idiot to notice it.”

You gave him a weary smile “I'm just... I don't want to be evil, Dean. I don't want to be like my father, I may be scared I will become like him, but my mom said I can be good if I have someone to...” you trailed off, biting you lip as you looked almost shyly down at your feet “And- and I want to believe that. That much I know. I want to be good, Dean, and I- if I need to I am going to prove it to you again.”

“You don't need to, (Y/n).” he breathed out, shaking his head “You are good... for me.” he took in an almost shaky breath, smiling to himself as he looked at his hands for a second “For me you're good and maybe... too good for someone like me at the same time.” he whispered, giving you a subtle smile mostly sad and withheld as well.

“I... don't understand what that really means.” you whispered, tilting your head to the side and he laughed breathlessly.

“Yeah, no it's fine, kiddo.” he breathed out, letting his beer on the kitchen counter because for some reason he didn't feel like he needed drinking that much anymore. Oh the effect you had on him, it terrified and excited him at the same time.

“Just go get some rest, princess. And- what I've said the past couple days just... forget it. I was an idiot, I don't deserve you to waste your time over...” he shook his head “Nothing. You proved you are good, you already have, just... go get some rest.” he breathed out and you parted your lips, ready to question him in that innocent and always curious way he had grown to love before he realized it but all words died in your lips when he cupped your cheek and kissed your temple tenderly, his lips lingering there for longer than appropriate.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” he whispered and you gave him a shy smile, nodding your head softly.

He was ready to leave but you took a gentle hold of his hand and he turned to face you with a frown of his own this time. You didn't say anything, you only gave him a shy smile as you leaned in, almost standing on your tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. He felt all air get caught in his lungs, and his heart beat hard inside his chest, when he saw the way your eyes sparkled as you pulled away.

“Goodnight, Dean.” you whispered sweetly and giving you a half smile he took a hesitant step back and you loosened your grip, hesitantly yourself as well, letting go of his arm. He gave you a small nod before he finally turned and forced himself to leave all the while feeling his heart hammer inside his chest and all of his blood rush to his face and even more ears.

You smiled to yourself, feeling your own heart skip a beat, and placing two fingers over your lips and letting out a small sigh of content. Having forgotten what you even came for in the kitchen you went back to your room, laying in your bed as you thought of only one thing.

“Good for him.” you whispered “Good for them.”

[camrenisforever]

OUT - What happened to us? (Camren fanfiction)

CHAPTER 4

The first beats of the song got into Camila's heart in such a way that it possessed her, turning that shy and insecure girl into a powerful performer. The melody invaded her brain like a drug does into someone's bloodstream. That was the case, for her, music was just as effective as a chemical component made to numb those who made use of it.

Camila had always loved music in a high level. Before being on a real stage, she made her basement her place to put on shows, dreaming of performing for real people, living that in real life, not just in her imagination. Sometimes she organized her imaginative stage with a lot of details and on an specific day she even used some colorful lights to make it feel more real. On a beautiful Thursday afternoon, while singing to one of her favorite One Direction's song, she got so excited that she moved with little attention and being very clumsy she bumped into a box which fell and revealed what it had inside. It was full of Christmas lights. She had the idea of decorating her stage with lights.

The colorful blinking lights made Camila feel happier than in any other performance in her basement. She was alone at home and so she felt comfortable to do whatever she wanted, since there was no risk of someone walking into the place in the middle of her private concert. The music played out loud and the louder she screamed, the better she felt, it felt like freedom letting so many feelings out through a song.

Not every song was happy and when a sad one played, the brown eyed girl felt it going straight to her heart in a way it hadn't ever happened before. She felt an urge to cry. In the back of her mind she started to think about her life, how lonely she was, how different from people she had always been. She was an outsider and even though she tried, she couldn't fit in. She had a happy home, but that wasn't enough. She needed some social interaction, unfortunately she had been constantly failing at that. Being socially awkward wasn't exactly pleasant and it could hurt quite a lot at times. She was the girl who made jokes that nobody laughed at, the one no boy was kissing and no cool kid would invite to their awesome parties, where so many things happened. She was the girl that stayed at home, did her homework, listened to pop music and walked around with her mother. At a park, she was the one who went there with her dog and sat down reading, sometimes interrupting it to watch teenagers interact with each other. On days she was in a very good mood, she would even say something to a stranger thinking that maybe that unknown face would turn into a known one, which never really happened, they all kept being strangers. She was the clumsy girl at school who would often drop something or bump into someone and then apologize for it.

The song ended and so did the album she was listening to, she didn't feel like performing anymore, she just laid on the floor, stared at the lights that were blinking and let the tears fall.

- Camila... Camila... - The fourteen-year-old heard a soft voice calling her name. She opened her eyes and saw her mom's face, who had a warm smile on. - Dinner is ready, come eat so you won't get weak nor skinnier.

- Dinner? - She asked confused. - What time is it?

- It's almost 7. - Her mother had sweet eyes while looking at her.

- Oh my God, I fell asleep! - She exclaimed in surprise with the realization. The last thing she remembered was crying on the floor and the thoughts she had in mind.

- Yes, you did. - Sinu said among little laughs caused by her daughter's behavior. - What's the thing about the Christmas lights? It's not December yet... - The lights were still blinking, Sinu didn't undo anything Camila had done, she used to respect her actions and before undoing anything she'd talk about that, she always imagined it could be something important, perhaps even a school experience.

- Oh! That... - Camila said blushing, even though she was really opened with her mother. - I was performing. - She confessed and smiled shyly.

- I suppose you put on a great show, because these lights are really making your stage look better. - They laughed. Sinu never made fun of Camila's fantasies, she thought it was necessary to dream. According to her, every kid should have fantasies and no adult had the right to drag those innocent human beings into reality, especially if it wasn't a pleasant one.

- Mom. - Camila said with a serious tone. Her mother immediately paid more attention to her.

- Yes. - She answered, to show her daughter that she was listening.

- I'm thinking about something crazy... - Her confession came with some fear.

- Tell me. - Sinu said with interest.

- I think I want to sing... - She didn't look into her mother's eyes because she felt shy for saying that.

- You want to sing? - She questioned with interest.

- Yes, and I was thinking... - She paused before saying what she had in mind, it was a big thing to ask from her mother. - You know that money you said you were keeping to make a big fifteen-year-old birthday party for me?

- Yes... - Sinu's facial expression inferred that she was deeply thinking.

- Instead of spending this money into a party for me, would you spend it on a trip to the X Factor with me? - She feared her mother's answer, she had never asked such a big thing, but she had to, that specific request came from her heart.

- You want to sing there? - Sinu asked, trying to understand what exactly her daughter was asking for.

- Yes, mom. I want to try. - Her voice had some insecurity, due to the fear of getting a "no" for answer, but it was full of honesty and Sinu felt that.

- There's one condition for me to do this for you. - She said showing the number with her index finger.

- What is it? - Camila finally looked at her mother's eyes and when she did that, Sinu noticed the glow that had just showed up inside of her kid's eyes. - I'll do it. Whatever it is, I'll do it. I'll pay you back when I start working, if that's the case. - Camila said the words way too fast, a consequence of the anxiety she was feeling.

- Calm down. - Sinu spoke, making her daughter stop talking, if she didn't interrupt, Camila would spend minutes talking and trying to figure that out. - I'll tell you if you stop talking.

-Oh! - She said in realization. It was like she had forgotten that if she simply kept quiet she would have the answer provided by her mom. - Ok. - She agreed and finale controlled her mouth.

- I'll take you to sing there... - She started in a lovely way. - If you promise me that if you don't get it, you'll try again. - Camila's eyes filled with water and she jumped into her mother in a strong and excited hug.

- I promise, mama. - She said and both of them had smiles on their faces.

-Her mother was a big support and she did everything she said she would. Camila practiced singing on the karaoke everyday until the day she traveled to chase her dream. When the moment finally came, her mother was there, holding her hand and telling her that everything would be fine. Camila had never been so nervous before. When someone came and told her she would be the next right after the girl singing at that moment she held her mom tight and whispered on her ear.

- Mom, I think I might have a heart attack... - Her heart was racing and Sinu could feel how nervous Camila was. - There are so many good people here... I'm a little afraid now. - It was impossible for her to control some tears that insisted on falling at that moment.

- Have you heard yourself? Your voice is so good... - Sinu conforted the girl on her arms caressing her back with her right hand, she knew that Camila needed some kindness at that point.

- Demi is sitting right over there... Oh my God! I'm so nervous and afraid... - Her confession didn't surprise her mother very much, she knew fear could easily show up in meaningful situations, at moments that something's in store, but she had to teach her daughter that it was necessary to control that feeling and don't ever surrender to fear.

- Make the jump, Camila. In the moments we're most afraid, we gotta make the jump. - They let go of each other. - Remember why you're here. You want to sing. Go there and sing. Just sing, Camila... - The smile on her face showed how powerful her mother's words were. - Don't forget to have fun there, it's important that you feel good while doing this, and just be yourself, ok? - Camila answered nodding with a cute innocent smile and shiny eyes.

Everything changed after that day...

-Performing at that award was a great bless and the girl from Miami would immerse herself into that moment. Feeling the song inside of her, Camila found the performer within her. The great show she put on proved how good she was at that. Every beat was absorbed by the girl, every line represented her own feelings and there was nothing in the world that could make her feel that way. She was free on that stage and somehow that felt enough at that moment. Music had been her escape route since she was a little girl.

Her heart beat faster and her body was energized by the excitement that took over her, circulating her entire body through her blood. Every move she made showed how much she appreciated being there. Well executed dance moves and great vocals, full of emotion, made her performance something worth watching. The crowd could feel the energy transmitted by the performer.

Whenever she was on stage she was no longer the outsider she used to be at school. That was the place where she found herself and even though she was quite young when she started she knew exactly what she wanted and what she had at that point was what she needed.

Camila put her heart and her soul into her career and the result paid off. She was born for that. Ever since she first started as a Fifth Harmony member, she was the one who was always outstanding during their performances. Her passion was noticeable and others could feel that.

At the end of her performance, she felt an incredible feeling of realization. The crowd showed how much they enjoyed what they had just seen by clapping their hands and screaming in excitement. Camila felt their answer, the chills that showed up on her skin were a consequence of how thankful she felt at that moment. Her heart was full of joy and she smiled in the most genuine way that it was possible.

"Thank you", she said in a whisper and left the stage.

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Here it is, guys... The 4th chapter of this journey, there’s still much to come. I really hope you guys enjoy it. 

This fanfic is also available on wattpad, I’m @Alex-Unicorn there ;)

Take care of yourselves ♥

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Soulmate AU - Shouto - colors

AU - you only see the shades of your soulmates eyes until you look into their eyes.

I gave you light hazel eyes because it was easier to write than saying (e/c)

Greys and blues.

The young girl didn’t understand why she only saw different shades of said colors for a couple years, until her mom finally decided it was time to explain the term soulmate. Specifically, how people found them. Still, at the age of thirteen, she didn’t understand fully. She was still focused on why she saw two totally different colors. All people only had one eye color, so why did she see two?

“It’s called heterochromia,” her sister told her at the age of fourteen. The older sister had already found her soulmate at this point, and walked out with him without explaining any further. 

At the age of fifteen, she was welcomed into the hero course at U.A by recommendations a couple weeks into the year. Her quirk was telekinesis and she had mastered her quirk at a young age due to harsh training from her mother, who was determined to have her daughter turn out much better than she ever was. She knew how to manipulate any thing, no matter the size, and move any human with the flick of her wrist.

She was young, yes, only a teenager, but she was becoming impatient in finding her soulmate. Who wouldn’t? What did they look like? What kind of personality did they have? She cringed at the thought of her soulmate having a personality similar to the angry boy she ran into at the park earlier that week, someone needed to give that boy a chill pill.

(y/n) sighed, tossing another piece of bread into the pond in front of her, watching the dull fish swim up to eat it, their scales glistening with water in the sunlight. The different shades of blue surrounded them, and she admired how bright the colors were, making her even more excited to look into her soulmates eyes.

Looking up, she squinted her eyes, different shades of greys and the occasional dull brown sticking out at her. At least this would make her soulmate easier to find; them having two drastically different colored eyes.

“H-hey, you okay?” Izuku nudged his shoulder against Shouto’s lightly, catching himself on the bi-colored haired boy. Izuku glanced at Ochako, his soulmate, and she glanced back at him, her large, worried eyes landing on Shouto.

Shouto looked up from his desk and at Izuku, holding in a sigh. He looked straight ahead at the board, watching Aizawa slowly unzip himself from his sleeping bag, obviously not looking forward to a another day of teaching. Squinting his eyes slightly, he noticed how some of Ochako’s hair showed in patches, but so did Denki’s, and also lighter parts of Izuku’s. Brown, some yellow, and light green, he closed his eyes and imagined a mix of the three in someone’s eyes.

“I’m okay.” Shouto said, deciding it would be pointless to even talk about this stuff with him. He knew he’d find them, and he shouldn’t be complaining about not meeting them yet considering he was young and some people didn’t even have a soulmate. His father was the real thing nagging at his mind, complaining everyday that Shouto shouldn’t be destined to be with someone that could possibly be weak. Then again, it made Shouto happy, because his dad could never force someone out of his life if they were destined to be together.

Izuku decided not to push the subject and leaned back in his seat as Aizawa started to stand up, stretching his arms above his head before his eyes scanned the class lazily. “We’ll be having a new student, tomorrow. So you better behave yourselves and be nice.” His eyes landed on Katsuki, and the blond scoffed, slamming his hands on the desk. “Tch, why are you looking at me?”

At his explosive behavior, Aizawa sighed and turned towards the chalkboard to start writing notes about their lesson for the day. Something about his announcement made Shouto’s heart speed up at the chance the new student could be his soulmate, but he quickly shook his head and shoved away the thought. He new better, it was a one in one hundred chance his soulmate would walk through that door tomorrow.

The stressed girl ran through the doors of U.A, her feet carrying her down the hall and towards class 1-A. She mentally scolded herself for already being late on her first day there, and would have to face the awkward mid-class-walk-in-introduction. The grey door caught her eye and she stopped outside of it for a moment to catch her breath, eyes on the blue nail polish on her nails.

She’d done that for a while now- painted her nails blue or a different shade of grey than she normally saw. It comforted her somehow.

Her shaky hand met the door and she slowly pulled it open, cringing when she heard the murmurs among the class come to an abrupt stop. Her eyes met the teacher’s first, and she saw the faint shades of blue on a couple of the students out of the corner of her eye. One male, with multiple arms, had a blue bandana around his face, she noticed as she searched for anything else blue in the room.

“Class, this is our new student.” Aizawa said, stepping aside and she took that as a cue to start introducing herself. Shouto glanced up from his desk and sat up straight in his seat, eyebrows raising at the sight of the girl. His fingers grasped his desk and his heart skipped a beat at her beauty, his eyes seemed to tunnel vision on her. It felt like what he had heard about love at fist sight, and he knew he needed to look into her eyes soon.

“Hi, I’m (l/n)(f/n), but you can call me (f/n),” she smiled brightly, her eyes closing and the corners crinkling slightly. Shouto breathed out shakily and Ochako sent Izuku a knowing glance before tilting her head towards the love struck boy.

“My quirk is telekinesis, and I can say I’ve nearly mastered using it.” She added, having yet to look at Shouto, but she still saw the piercing blue color coming from the corner of the room in her peripheral vision.

“Show us something!” Ochako squeaked excitedly, already wanting to befriend the girl. The brunette clasped her hands together and hopped in her seat a little, also noticing how bright the girl’s eyes were with the different shades of greens and yellows and browns. Her soulmate, ahem, Shouto, was a lucky guy.

The bright eyed girl smiled, looking around the room for something to lift or move. Her eyes scanned dangerously over Shouto and he leaned farther forwards in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk.

“Who volunteers?” She asked, making half the class furrow their brows in confusion.

“Me!” Denki jumped up stupidly, his arm outstretched in the air. He didn’t know what he was volunteering for, but he knew this girl was pretty and that’s all it took for him to jump in, being the flirt he is.

Smirking, the new girl lifted her arm in front of her and flicked her pointer finger, narrowing her eyes at the electric boy. He frowned in confusion before he yelped in surprise when the ground disappeared from beneath him and he slowly flew towards the ceiling. Ochako smiled at the similarity of their quirks, envying how (y/n) could control her objects instead of just having them float there.

“Whoa!” Izuku grabbed his journal quickly, mumbling questions to himself as he started to sketch her, adding notes to the side about her quirk. She slowly lowered Denki back into his seat, moving his desk in line with him with her other hand.

Katsuki growled, lowering himself into his seat. He despised when people had strong control over their very useful quirks, that just meant he had one more person to compete against.

“Jealous, Katsuki?” Eijirou flicked Katsuki’s shoulder, earning a death glare from the angry boy. 

“Shut it, hair for brains!” Katsuki’s yell drug her attention towards the other side of the class, and he ducked back in his seat as her eyes landed on him, hazel eyes wandering away from him and meeting heterchromia ones for a split second. She looked away before she could really see the person’s eyes, but furrowed her brows when she saw patches of color swim in the corners of her eyes.

The bell rang for lunch and she patiently waited for the class to file out before she left, recognizing the brunette girl pass by her. “Hey! Your quirk is really cool, and it’s really similar to mine.”

“Really, what is it?” She tilted her head, chest fluttering with warmness at the happy girl, relieved someone was already talking to her.

“Zero gravity, I have to touch whatever I want to float, though.” Ochako explained, showing the pads on her finger tips.

“That’s really cool,” (y/n) smiled.

“I’m Ochako, by the way.” the brunette introduced, then nudged her finger behind her. “That nerd behind me is my boyfriend, Izuku. Wanna eat lunch with us?” The hazel eyed girl then noticed the mass of hair peaking up behind Ochako’s shoulder, and a freckled face boy slowly lifted his head, continuing to write away in his journal. He smiled shakily at her and she gladly returned it, nodding her head. “Sure.”

As they all turned towards the door, a cold hand wrapped around (y/n)’s wrist and she was pulled back into the room, her surprised squeak drawing the attention of Ochako and Izuku.

“Shouto, what are you-?” Ochako trailed off when she noticed the desperate look in Shouto’s eyes, and she smirked.

“We’ll catch up with you guys,” Shouto said. The girl in his grasp had a shiver run down her spine when his cold breath hit her neck.

“What are you d-” her words were cut short when she turned to face Shouto, her world flooding with color as their eyes locked. His breath hitched when he finally saw color, his mind drawing a blank at her pink cheeks and hair that looked oh so soft and he had to stop himself from reaching out to touch it. But her eyes, her eyes, they were the brightest things he’d ever seen and he fell into the mix of greens and browns swirling in her irises.

He almost felt bad for her, being paired with him, a face he found unsightly. Her eyes were on his scar and he almost wanted to coward into a corner of leave the room completely.

He slowly let go of her hand and it instantly felt even colder without his touch, and the longer she stayed silent, the more negativity that filled Shouto’s thoughts.

Without thinking, she reached up and ran her fingers under his bangs, grazing over the uneven skin of his scar. Her chest ached, what or or did this to him?

He didn’t even flinch at her touch, instead, he leaned into her hand and sighed in content as she ran her thumb under his eye where the scar stopped. It felt like his life was slowly leading up to this moment, and now that it was happening he was the happiest boy on earth. But then he thought about his family, and his past, and his mom and his insecurities started flooding his mind.

“You’re perfect,” they both whispered in unison, throwing each other off track. Shouto thought the best thing to do was kiss her, and so he did.

Her soft lips met his cold ones and she wrapped her arms around his neck as his snaked around her waist, pressing her body flush to his. The kiss was short, but seemed to last a lifetime in their little world, and when they pulled back they heard the click of a camera behind them.

“Guess you’ll be eating lunch with Shouto?” Ochako giggled as she saved the picture on her phone, tucking the device into her bag.

“Yeah,” she dropped her arms from Shouto’s neck and took one of his hands in hers. “I will.” Shouto’s mind was still fuzzy as him and his soulmate talked at the lunch table, the girl’s of the class giggling and swaying in awe a table away. His right hand was intertwined with hers as he explained his quirk and complicated home life that came along with it, heart skipping a beat every time she’d smile or give him sweet words of encouragement.

“Once we’re out of school your dad can’t control you anymore,” she said, tilting her head with a smile. She squeezed his hand, running her thumb over the back of it. “It can be just me and you, yeah?” Shouto nearly fainted from a sweetness overload, squeezing the drink in his hand slightly harder. He’d found his soulmate, and she was the sweetest being he’d ever laid eyes on. “Yeah. Sounds perfect.”