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whythinktoomuch · 4 years ago

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ii. apocalypse now & again

(pt. i)

Kara woke up and realized that she was going to die.

Too many of the drones had survived the explosions and were still closing in on her. What little strength she had left after quite literally digging her own grave was presently and painstakingly strained just from her efforts to climb onto her knees. And on top of all that—of everything that possibly could have gone wrong for her in this moment—her helmet was cracked.

The abstract red numbers warning Kara of the kryptonite levels in the area seemed redundant now, what with that unmistakable chill already flooding her bloodstream.

“… Alex,” Kara gasped out, barely able to hear herself over the ringing in her ears. “Hey, Alex… Are you there?”

Her words were met with not one whisper or even a crackle of static, and for once, Kara was inconsolably disappointed to hear no one yelling back at her. With her teeth gritted, she shoved herself off the ground as hard as she could, drifting barely a foot into the air before the first drone crashed into the back of her head.

Kara toppled back onto the ground, knees skidding across the rubble in a shower of hot sparks. The impact had her head reeling, her mouth filling with a taste that she was now idly recognizing as blood. But there was no time to consider any of that as the drone doubled back. Kara scrambled out of the way, narrowly avoiding another collision, only to be struck by a second drone smashing right against her ear.

Out of breath but swearing, Kara whirled around and snagged the fast approaching drone into a bear hug, squeezing and squeezing until it crunched in her arms with a frantic whir. Then with a burst of heat vision, she shattered the other as it came straight for her face.

Kara used her heat vision to pick off several more drones from a distance, but of course, more and more just showed up to take their place, never wavering, never slowing… and eventually, Kara just had to laugh. Because her exhaustion was catching up to her. And Alex was hundreds of miles away. And to get out of here alive, Kara would have to somehow defeat the entire horde of drones, while all they had to do was wreck her suit a little more.

Though admittedly, it’d be overkill at this point, given the crack now spiderwebbing across the glass visor of Kara’s helmet.

Either way, it was over.

So, Kara laughed, grabbed at her chest in a reflexive gesture only to meet the unforgiving metal of her suit, then dropped to her knees. “Alex!” she shouted herself hoarse, because maybe if said loudly enough, the words would still be lingering in the air by the time her sister arrived. “Alex, I’m sorry, okay? You were right, and I’m sorry!”

Then she just waited—chest heaving, eyes narrowed but never blinking despite the heat pricking at the corners—because she definitely had to see this through to the bitter fucking end. That much, she owed everyone, including herself.

Except the end didn’t come.

Not this time anyway.

No, instead came a silver sphere, emerging seemingly out of thin air to hover right before Kara’s face. It flashed a blinding white just once, and everything fell absolutely silent and still. Kara’s suit powered down completely, the drones collectively dropped from the air like marionettes with cut strings, and all the lights in the immediate vicinity blinked out.

Laughter welling up all over again, Kara could only collapse onto her side in something akin to sheer relief.

The first person to occur to her, of course, was Alex, who had already saved her ass from similar scrapes on many occasions. But that couldn’t be it. Alex was too far away. It’s why Kara had to take on this mission on her own in the first place.

Then she considered maybe Winn or James, which made even less sense, given how the deceased hardly ever came back to do things like save people’s lives. Not even hers. Not even in the most dire of situations. That’s, unfortunately, just not how life worked these days.

Then she considered Alex again because the kryptonite was clearly bleeding into her brain now, and it was getting rather difficult to remember why it couldn’t have been Alex who’d just saved her. Maybe Kara did shout loud enough after all…

But then, a set of footfalls drew near, metal scraping against metal at a steady pace until a heavy boot struck Kara firmly in the chest, flipping her onto her back where she settled with a grunt.

“So glad I got to you first,” came a self-assured drawl, and Kara promptly found herself face to face with a handheld cannon of sorts. “Would be a pity to come all this way and not get to kill you myself.”

And… Kara’s jaw just dropped.

Not because of the words, nor the intentions behind them—though perhaps they both merited some attention as well—but that voice.

Kara gaped up at her supposed knight in shining, lead-lined armor because her voice—that low, husky tone paired with that very specific lilting cadence—was making her reconsider some very fundamental things about how the world might work.

Namely, that people wouldn’t come back from the dead just to save her life.

Mind still reeling away, Kara tried to sit up, only to be slammed back into the ground, hard.

“Down, girl,” Lena said, grinding her boot into Kara’s chest, the weight of her entire body behind the gesture. But that was fine.

It was fine because Kara could still draw some breath into her lungs, could still use some of that breath to talk, and she could certainly still say some things that she hadn’t uttered aloud in many a year. Like her late wife’s name, for instance.

The cannon in Kara’s face wavered, but didn’t lower. “Shut up,” Lena hissed down at her. “Don’t talk. Don’t even think.”

“So… it is you…” Kara said, and she gently wrapped her fingers around Lena’s ankle—the only part of her that she could still reach from her position—and just cried.

With a startled gasp, Lena stumbled away, wrenching herself out of Kara’s grip. “What the fuck…? What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Kara sobbed out, trying not to choke on her own tears and snot and the slight taste of blood still lingering on her tongue. She suddenly, irrationally, wished that she could just take off her clunky suit. Just to eliminate some of that distance between her and Lena. Just so she could touch the chain hanging around her neck without any hindrance. “Just… just wanted to say, hi.”

Lena kept her distance, studying Kara in a stony silence, and Kara started to see things that she should probably would have noticed sooner if her body weren’t actively shutting down on her. Like the green glow of Lena’s weapon and the kryptonite cartridges strapped to her belt. Or that she was clearly wearing a lexo-suit. Or how the swirly edges of her own vision were starting to darken, and how the chill of kryptonite was currently all she could feel.

“Hey,” Kara called out, sniffling only slightly now. “Am I dreaming?”

“… No.”

Kara nodded thoughtfully to herself. “Okay, cool, cool… So, I think I might be dying then.”

“Yeah,” Lena said, after a brief pause. “Probably.”

“Cool.” Kara tried to flash a thumbs up, but no part of her body wanted to cooperate anymore. Her exhaustion had eaten up all her drive. “Hey, can you tell Alex something for me?”

Lena sighed, but she finally stepped closer, practically in reach. “Okay, sure.”

Kara fumbled for some words and the correct order that one might put them in, but then Lena took off her helmet, and nothing else mattered anymore. Because Kara was perfectly content to just watch that ripple of dark hair, streaked with a light gray that was just… nice to look at.

She never got to see her Lena’s hair do that.

Kara’s shoulder was being shaken so violently that she had no choice but to open her eyes and see Alex’s worry-creased face peering down at her.

“Dumbass…” Alex grumbled, releasing Kara’s shoulder with a dirty scowl. “That’s the last time I let you go anywhere without me.”

“Whatever you say, director.” Kara laughed, but it hurt. She then tried to do a salute, but her everything was still too weak to move apparently. But at least she was still alive.

… Wait.

Kara repeatedly tried to sit up on her bed, and Alex repeatedly shoved her right back down until she gave up. But still, she had to check, had to know that it wasn’t all just a dream.

“Where’s Lena?” she demanded, and the look that Alex gave her in response was so deeply pained that Kara almost felt pathetic for asking.

“… Kara.”

“No, I saw her, Alex,” Kara said, shaking her head, then immediately stopping when her entire body somehow got dizzy from it. “Shit. Ow, ow… But wait, no—But seriously, I saw her, okay?”

“I’m not surprised that you did. You almost died, Kara. Actually, I’m pretty sure that you were dead for a few minutes back there. Again, I say, you fucking dumbass.”

“But I didn’t die. Because she saved me,” Kara insisted. “No, seriously! She took out all the drones with some sort of EMP device, and, and… we talked! And she had gray hair, and I think maybe laugh lines? And yeah, I almost died because my helmet got cracked and stuff. But now, I’m here and I’m fine, so… everything’s fine, right?”

Alex frowned, then somehow settled on the least important part of Kara’s briefing, “You cracked your helmet?”

“Ugh, yeah. The glass visor part. When I fell,” Kara said, waving her hand dismissively. “So sorry about that, by the way.”

“Suit looked fine when we got to you,” Alex said with a shrug, before irritably exclaiming, “Jesus christ, Kara, enough! I’ll just have a guy get the helmet for you, okay? So, just stop trying to get up already.”

Huffing, Kara fell back onto her bed with her arms folded and waited. But when someone eventually showed up with her helmet in tow, she was surprised to see that it was somewhat worse for the wear but perfectly intact. Even up close, with the helmet out the tech’s hands and in her own, Kara couldn’t detect even the slightest blemish in the glass.

Pouting ever so slightly, Kara shoved the helmet back into the tech’s arms.

“… Satisfied?” Alex asked, rolling her eyes when Kara just shrugged one shoulder. “Great. Listen… You just need to get some rest, okay? Once you’re back to full strength, we can work through your… you know, memories together. And hopefully, it’ll make more sense by then. Sound good?”

Kara just nodded, suddenly all too willing to be left to her own devices in the relative quiet and darkness. She accepted a gentle shoulder squeeze and the promise of another session with the sun lamps within the hour, and just curled up under the sheets.

It’s not like she hadn’t conjured up images of Lena before. Kara had been close to death enough times that it was only inevitable that she’d fall back onto memories of her dead wife at some point or another. But this was different. Whenever her brain was just playing tricks on her, Lena appeared to her the way Kara remembered her: warm and loving, bright green eyes, long dark hair smelling of lavender, and alive and young.

Never before had Kara encountered an appropriately aged version of Lena, with creases gathered around her eyes and forehead, hair gloriously faded into the most lovely blend of light grays and white amongst all that black… The Lena that could have been if only she had lived out all these past years alongside Kara.

And she was never in a lexo-suit, of all things. Lena was always wearing one of her classic pencil skirts or Kara’s NCU sweatshirt, or something. Oh, and of course, her wedding band.

Instinctively, the same way she always did when it occurred to her, Kara reached for the chain around her neck, seeking out the familiar weight of the rings that hung from there… only to jolt upright with a gasp that dried up her entire throat.

She ripped the necklace off her head, almost snapping the chain, which in and of itself was telling. Because her chain had been forged out of an extraterrestrial metal amalgamation that not even the Girl of Steel would have been able to break. The one now clutched in her hand, however, was just plain white gold.

Heart pounding in her ears, Kara stared down at an engagement ring fitted with a modest cut of diamond, somehow occupying the very spot where two simple wedding bands—hers and her Lena’s—should have been. Then something drove her to check for an inscription, and sure enough, engraved on the inside of the ring was a series of kryptonian characters, denoting a term of endearment that Kara had never used, but apparently could have in another world altogether: my dearest heart.

#2222 words because that's how i get my kicks n' giggles hue hue hue hue #will there be a part three? who knows #better question is Should there be a part three amirite?#my words.

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theevangelion · 3 years ago

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Soulmates: Chapter V

“Better than your office.” Kara blinked in surprise. “Out of curiosity…” She came undone. “Forget it. We have an interview to figure out, I can save it for a little later.”

“You’ll forgive me for my impulsive erraticism and paranoia, I’m sure, but would you mind not asking about my dead wife?” Lena kept her eyes trained on the setting sun, freezing wind blustering her hair into something pretty and decidedly unprofessional. “That was a joke, Kara.”

“I’m still so sorry.” Kara cringed.

“Me too.” Lena rubbed the back of her neck, then sighed. “I was rude, it wasn’t your fault. Nobody calls me Miss Luthor. I don’t even know why I thought it would…make me feel less out of control.”

“Trust me, I totally get what it’s like when small things make you feel a little more in control of weird situations.” Kara warmed her hands on the paper coffee cup. “I was going to ask about something you mentioned yesterday.”

“Oh yeah?”

“If this is the third most-charming public park in the city…” Kara nodded, thinking about it. “Just out of curiosity, what’s the second most-charming, and also the fifth—if there is one—where’s that?”

Lena looked at her as though it were completely odd. “You don’t want the first, number one, best and most charming—”

“I’m asking the questions, Lena Luthor, and what I’m asking is the hard-hitting and gritty stuff.” Kara exaggerated the sideways look.

Lena nodded. “I have met Diane Sawyer and you are far more intimidating, certainly.”

“Mhm. Number two, the second most-charming park, lay it on me.” Kara gestured with her hand as though she were opening herself up for a cold-cock punch.

“Number two, huh?” The corners of Lena’s lips lifted. “You’re being silly. You should really, really ask me about number one. I know you think that nobody has ever asked me about number two or number five, and that somehow makes you cool and wholesomely edgy, but seriously, number one really is a doozy. Are you absolutely sure?”

“Number two, it’s bothered me all day, and I also really don’t care all that much about seeming cool.”

“Really?” Lena turned and grinned. “I had the great fortune of seeing your Instagram last night on Cat Grant’s recommendation, she said it would cheer me up, it has to be said Jeff Bezos lives a less aesthetic and vibrant existence—”

“Miss Luthor, with the utmost respect, and the greatest of warmth, and the sincerest of apologies for how our last conversation went yesterday, I must tell you”—Kara softly laid her fingers on the shoulder of her beige long coat—“You’re being a bitch.”

It did the trick, Lena burst into the kind of laughter that melted the frost and chill better than hot coffee ever could, any reservations were gone in the exhales of misting giggles that warmed and greyed the air.

Kara laughed too, grateful for the do-over, grateful that Lena had been kind enough to call and invite her here, to the park that had been mentioned yesterday morning, instead of the office.

“Well, alright, if you’re sure about number two, I’ll show you sometime—maybe next week if you’re free.”

Lena’s lips wobbled into a smile, but then the smile kept wobbling, as though it were too cold out, and it had caused a prolonged shiver. Her nose wriggled this way and that way, and Kara realised after a moment that she was trying not to cry.

Lena continued, “Sorry. Sorry, Kara. The second most-charming public park was…” She stopped and lifted her hand, a certain shine in her eyes, halting it right there.

“Oh Jesus Christ.” Kara gasped helplessly, aware she had put her foot in it, and she cringed behind her hands. “Second most-charming was your wife’s favourite, wasn’t it?”

“Gotchya.” Lena gently elbowed her in the ribs. “Nope, Sam hated that kind of stuff. Her allergies were horrific. If the car crash didn’t kill her, well, the hay-fever would have finished the job sooner rather than later.” Lena grinned behind her coffee cup as she took a sip. “The woman never met a flower arrangement that didn’t send her into instantaneous hives…”

She looked beautiful, Kara thought, and not just that but Lena seemed to have this acerbic, pointed sense of humour that didn’t feel all that pointed at all, it felt like everyone was in on the joke, her wife included, like it was something they often joked about together, and there was love in remembering that laughter, which made it okay for Kara to laugh a little bit too.

Lena’s jet-black hair caught the wind, flickering every which way. A gust sent it forward. She screwed and twisted her rosy expression, lips tightening as she sipped her coffee. Kara understood it was becoming quite the irritation.

“Your hands are full.” Kara observed, quickly producing a scrunchie from the front pocket of her satchel. “May I?”

“Go right ahead, thank you.” Lena accepted the help gladly. “So, your love life, assuming you are not part of the widow club based on little more than your age and optimistic outlook, have you found the one yet?”

“I haven’t even found myself yet,” Kara murmured and scooped the black silky hair up into a ponytail, managing into something fairly neat. “There we go. To answer your question a little more thoroughly, in the spirit of good faith of course, my birthmark hasn’t came through yet which is also why I have the world’s cringiest Instagram—in case you were wondering.”

“Miss Danvers, I’m afraid that leads to yet more questions.” Lena giggled. “Why would that be the reason for your Instagram? Which—by the way—how in God’s name did you get verified? I’m not even verified.” Lena quirked with amusement.

“Well, you know, if my soulmate is a little further along and sees my name on their skin one day, they might look online and try to find me, and if they look online and find my profile then I want… I want them to think I’m interesting, and I have a life worth being a part of, that I’m someone they can feel excited about showing their friends in the groupchat—”

“Okay, woah, that became way sadder than I thought it was going to be.” Lena took her wrist firmly, more serious than she had been before. “Kara Danvers, having known you for only twenty-four hours, I can say with some confidence that you are interesting, and you have a life worth being a part of, and you are very much someone that anybody would feel excited to introduce to the people they care about. You need not doubt that…not for a moment.”

“Oh?” Kara exhaled and blushed, a little off keel. “Th…thank you. That’s, well, that is a very kind thing to say.” She felt her eyes dart away as she smiled.

“So, these questions, they’re nice and easy?”

“Not in the slightest,” Kara told the truth. “But if I was someone who had the wrong impression of you, especially if I was someone in the Midwest, my parents age, who invested my savings in the IPO last year and got caught up in the price dump? Well these would be the questions I would want to ask to get to know you better—to trust you better.” Kara tapped her flipped-open scrawled jot pad.

Lena smiled as though she appreciated the tact, the approach, the concern for the Midwestern Mom rather than the subversive pretence that most reporters seemed to take with her. Kara had seen some of the other interviews online. Most of them were from before her disappearance from public life. Even then, just from reading the transcriptions, Kara could almost feel in the words the exact points and moments where Lena had pulled away and found herself at odds with the interviewer.

So, Midwestern Mom it was.

“Well now I am interested.” Lena pursed her lips.

“So then for the Midwestern moms, who aren’t fluent on the mechanics of how it all happened, in your words what went wrong last year? Why did people lose all of their money—and in what ways are you, Lena Luthor, going to make it right for them?” Kara fiddled with her glasses and felt some confidence that the question was merited.

Lena just smiled in this wolfish way as though this question was the kind that she wanted to sink her teeth into, with optimism, with frankness, with total embrace for the uphill battle she was facing.

“In the interest of honesty? My brother was what went wrong. We could talk about why and when, but it wouldn't matter, I feel like I only ever knew Lex as well as the Midwestern Mom ever did. What I can tell you is that he took LexCorp public with an inflated valuation. For the Midwestern Mom, that means he put his supposedly big shiny house on the market for far more than he knew it was worth. He then bought half of what was for sale through shell companies. What that did was create an artificial inflation. So, not only was the house on the market for more than what it was worth but only half the house was for sale in the first place.” Lena paused. “Are you with me so far? The stock is like a brick and there are only so many bricks in a house.”

“Strangely.” Kara blinked. “Yes, actually, I think I am understanding you.”

“Good.” Lena nodded. “There is only a finite amount of stock that can be purchased and only half of it was ever actively trading. Lex retained control of a majority through these shell-companies. When people bought in on the initial public offering, they were dramatically driving up the stock price.”

Kara chimed in.

“So Lex sold all of his stock at the inflated price knowing it would cause the value to crash?”

Lena nodded. “That was how he had the equity—the money—to cause the chaos he did with the weapons that he did. He took the public’s money and used it to fund the attacks, which I think it goes without saying I abhor and denounce.” She became defensive and clear on the matter.

Kara just nodded, her expression soft and reassuring that she understood and didn’t feel it needed clarifying to begin with.

“You didn't know.”

“I didn't know otherwise I would have reported him. To the police, to the Federal Bureau, to the FCA, to anyone who would listen. To answer the second part of your question, about what I’m going to do?”

“Hit me with it, Lena Luthor.” Kara encouraged.

“L-Corp is focusing on renewable energies, human investment, medicinal technologies, and a philanthropic ethos that will work towards reinvesting in the communities hit hardest by my brother’s terrorism.” That word seemed to leave something acidic and ashamed in her mouth. “I hope in the near future the people who lost money will see a return in their investment. In order to facilitate a hostile takeover once my brother caught wind from whatever black site, federal hellhole he’s hopefully languishing behind.” Lena paused and gathered a calmer, more decisive affect. “I liquidated everything and put up the collateral personally. I’m taking on L-Corp because I have a plan—not to pay for the sins of my brother—but to make this company something better and different.”

“So that’s what you’re going to do?” Kara smiled and nodded, hung on every word. “Save the world and help, for no other reason than you can, and so you feel you should?”

“Well, it’s the plan. So that’s what I’m going to do.” Lena shrugged. “But if you’re free next Tuesday I would like to take you to the second most-charming park in the city. If I still may?” She glanced with a polite, unshakeable tenderness.

“Sure, you may.” Kara bit and chewed her smile.

This story is now complete at thirty-three chapters, with one bonus chapter to follow, and you can read the whole motherfucking thing right HERE.

#Soulmates AU #soulmate au #supercorp soulmates #supercorp #kara and lena #lena and kara #hurt/comfort #supercorp story #kara and cat #cat grant

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black-coffee-and-sugar · 3 years ago

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6x13: The Gauntlet

Two enjoyable episodes back-to-back? I'm shook! Obviously 6x13 lacks the serious messaging and emotional weight of last week's episode but the silliness of it was actually entertaining. My thoughts:

- opening scene is a supercorp hug. christ y'all need to warn people! i was not ready. the way kara's face lit up when she saw lena, the way lena smiled back at her. the way they hugged fully pressed. my heart is full.

- kara n lena immediately whisking away to the fortress right after that for some alone time. i love where your head is at kara 😏

- look at dansen being all cute and shit! who gave them the right honestly?

- glad they continued with kelly still processing the stuff from last episode. and alex is really trying to do better. dansen is the example to follow when it comes to healthy adult relationships. i really didn't think this show was capable.

- it's getting harder and harder to like andrea

- i actually forgot willy was shot last season. and they worked through his trauma off screen. what was the point of showing him getting a blast of courage if we weren't going to see him face his fears and shit. y'all really don't like deep topics huh.

- andrea: where's the journalist i hired?

apparently crisis changed him from a stalkery dickhead to the nice baking guy he is now. sorry girl. valid question tho

- can i just say that everyone was looking exceptionally hot in this episode? like lena, kelly and nxyly in particular jesus help me.

- i haven't enjoyed j'onn this much in so long. he was hilarious. letting that mad scientist lady plummel him in the chest, saying "hold that thought", not moving away from the dragon fire.

- brainy possessed by veeta you could tell jesse was told to just have fun with it

- also did this kryptonian witch just say 'ya mon'?

- lena looking all smol and shit with her little white sneakers and soft clothes and her waterfall hair. kara! kiss this woman already!

- kara in the suit talking privately with lena. honestly never thought i'd see the day

- kara: you really don't believe in magic?

lena: i believe in you

NO ONE TOUCH ME!!!

- this seriously tho this is such a true statement. they both have believed in each other from minute one, when they had no reason to. and yea lena tried to hate kara for a little while but even then, she never stopped believing in kara's compassion and optimism and kara never stopped believing in lena's goodness and brilliance. just say the words 'i love you' explicitly please.

- interesting that kara's test of courage takes place during her rescuing alex's plane and not idk...all the times she was too scared to tell lena. she thinks it's that one random dude she didn't save and not the times with lena (something she admits terrified her). the only thing i can think of for this moment they chose is because yes kara embraced her powers that night but she didn't step out into the public eye as herself, as the last daughter of krypton. she wasn't vulnerable in that respect. because she was scared to be discovered. because she grew up with that fear and need to fit in (she talks about that in later S1). but i will only accept this IF the show ends with kara stepping out into the world fully and no longer having to hide or deny parts of herself. but i also don't see how you make the courage test about telling lena and not have that end with kara admitting she's in love with her so. that might be why.

- nxyly's courage test was actually very sad. i feel for her truly it's not fair what happened. but her being vulnerable about her feelings is interesting because kara still hasn't learned how to do that

- lena having some convenient device to contain the totem just cuz kara needs it. we love handy and resourceful girlfriends

- what was the point of having lena at the museum if she wasn't gonna be affected? y'all copped out!

- that device that was harnessing lightning also somehow made lightning? is that how it works?

- i ASCENDED when i saw alex and lena being the only ones at kara's bedside. like straight out of fanfiction wtf. how many more times are they going to establish that the two most important people in kara's life is alex (her sister and ride or die) and lena (her best friend and perfect partner). how many times before you make this shit canon?!?!

- 'a reluctant earth witch' it's a very interesting way to pronounce lena luthor

- but also, y'all are telling me that a human witch can tap into imp magic? reality warping magic? all-powerful magic? fuck, lena is really on her way to becoming the most powerful being on the planet

- kelly showing up because lena called. im gonna go ahead and assume this indicates that lena and kelly have also spoken about lena ignoring her message. and that they had a meaningful discussion about it and what happened at the ormfell. because as much as i love lena, she deserved to be dragged just as much (if not more) as the superfriends.

- kelly shielding alex was a good visual. kinda stupid but nice.

- dansen couch scene i stopped breathing cuz i swore kelly was about to propose. i love them so much

- supercorp couch scene is where i died because it came at me without warning. kara sans glasses in her civilian clothes. not performing as kara danvers or supergirl. here she's just kara, an alien refugee chilling with her best friend. which is all she ever wanted and she deserves it!

- kara handing lena her plate. stop it!

- but also lena is in the same clothes all episode. which means they left the tower together. and headed straight to kara's apartment. lena definitely slept over in kara's pjs. I'M NOT OKAY!

- this is the first couch scene we got since alex n kara in 6x08. where Kara admits she doesn't want to be alone anymore. and now she isn't because lena is back. god i actually can't.

- kara's face when lena tells her about being a witch. she's so smitten! they're in love your honour

- lena saying that kara is the epitome of courageous with such seriousness and intensity. even though kara tries to brush it off cuz she can't really agree right now, lena means it 100%

- lena's sad face when kara wanted to stay connected to nxyly even though she could get hurt. worried wife energy we love to see it

- poor nxyly must be confused asf

- but also it's canon that kara feels hopeful and happy around lena and no one can take that from me. and it's not just words. kara's behavior is different, she's smiling more, she's opening up. acting choices melissa explain yourself!

not bad at all. we were fed lots of supercorp after months of nothing. they better keep up this momentum. it was lighter episode in terms of emotions and what have you compare to pervious ones. seems like the season is officially kicking off now that lena is back. probably going to have a totem of the week kinda deal but hopefully they include kelly's storyline with the heights cuz i wanna see the conclusion of that.

#supergirl #supercorp #dansen #kara danvers #lena luthor #kelly olsen #alex danvers #brainy #nia nal #6x13 spoilers

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luke-patterson-owns-my-soul · 4 years ago

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Hey Jealousy – Part One.

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Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Summary: The reader and Charlie grew up together, were the best of friends. It didn’t work well for her having boyfriends until she goes to college. Is her best friend jealous, or is everyone imagining things?

Requested: Yes / No

TW: Swearing, implies sexual intercourse, swearing, drinking Author’s notes: I had a weird dream (non-sexual) about an ex of mine and trying to make Charlie jealous (as you do), and this idea came from that. Whether it makes any sense at all remains to be seen.

Acknowledgements: The gorgeous @dream-a-little-bigger-x listened to me waffle on about this and read through most of it for me. Thank you my love.

Pairing: Fem Reader x Charlie Gillespie (eventually)

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I have no idea when I’ll be posting Part Two as I am yet to write it... but I was way too impatient to sit on this.

Growing up being the best friend of Charles Gillespie was equal parts the best and worst thing. The best because he was genuinely the nicest guy, ever. He was outgoing, inclusive of everyone, and so much fun to be around. Charlie never sat still, didn’t do well with being bored, so it meant we made a lot of memories together along with our other friends.

The worst because for some reason, being best friends with a guy was off putting to other guys. Hanging out with Charlie ninety percent of the time seemed to prevent them approaching me. Even when I made it obvious I liked them, they seemed too scared to speak to you beyond a ‘hi’ or a ‘how you doin’?’. Charlie never seemed to notice how frustrated I was.

When Charlie moved to Toronto to follow his dreams of becoming an actor, it felt as if I’d lost a limb. I’d known him my entire life, had been friends for the whole time, had gone through all our firsts together, and with him not around, I didn’t know what to do with myself.

Admittedly, I was starting college just over the border in the US so there was that to keep me busy, but it wasn’t the same. Moving away from home, not having him with me, laughing at the other freshmen to help relieve my nerves. But I was alone and had no idea what I was doing.

Once I’d found my dorm room, I sat on the bed, surrounded by bags and boxes, and pulled my phone out of my bag. I needed my best friend right now, despite knowing he was probably out at auditions. I pull up my favorite contacts and tap on Charlie’s name, hoping he’ll be able to answer.

“Hey. I only have five minutes. How did the move go? Is your roommate cool? Any guys took your fancy? Have you had a chance to look around yet?” Eventually he stopped asking questions long enough to take a breath, letting me finally cut in to speak.

“Jesus Christ, Gillespie. I know you don’t have long, but do you really need to pepper me with so many questions? Don’t answer that otherwise I’ll never get to say anything.” I take a shaky breath and slowly start answering his questions. By the time I finish filling him on my day so far, he’s grinning at me.

“Sounds great, Trouble. I’m really pleased for you.” I rolled my eyes at his use of the nickname he gave me when we were seven and I punched a boy in the nose for tripping Charlie over and laughing at him cutting his chin on a small rock. “So, what do you have planned for the rest of the day?”

“I have some orientation thing, then I don’t know. Maybe just chill in my room, get to know my roommate when they finally get here.”

“Hey, listen. I gotta go. But I’ll call you when I get back to the apartment so you can tell me more. Especially if your roommate’s pretty.”

“You’re such a fucking horndog, Gillespie. Love you.”

“Love you too, Trouble.”

My ‘don’t call me that’ died on my lips as the call ended and the photo of Charlie and me camping at the Bay of Fundy a couple years back that had been my wallpaper since his sister took it filled the screen. My happiness of speaking to him faded as I realized I was alone, again.

:: ::

I had been at college for three months, and I was almost at the end of my first semester. Charlie was busy with filming a show he’d booked. I knew nothing about 2nd generation, but he was so excited, I couldn’t help but be so happy for him. We spoke most days and texted so much that all my friends thought we were dating. No matter how much I told them we were only friends, no one ever believed me.

The wall above my desk was covered in photos of the two of us and our other friends, and your roommate, Lena, was obsessed with him.

“Honey, if you ain’t tapping that, if he ever comes to visit, I’m stepping up.” She’d told me the first time she looked at a photo of Charlie. Every time the two of us facetimed, and she was in the room with me, she would butt in and flirt outrageously with him. I would laugh at him flirting back, enjoying the fact my two closest friends, one old and one new, got along.

I’d found it easier to settle into college life than I expected without having him with me. Maybe, if I was honest, him not being around was possibly the reason I was finding it easier. As much as I loved him and having him around, having something that was just for me meant something special.

I’d just finished a class and was walking across the quad when my phone rang in my bag, Charlie’s ringtone blared out. He’d picked En Vogue’s Whatta Man when we were about thirteen because ‘Trouble, it just describes me perfectly’. I’d just never got around to changing it, and now it always made me smile whenever I heard it.

“Hey, Trouble.” A groan and an eyeroll. “Whatcha doin’?”

“I just finished my classes for the day. I’m going for coffee with Lena. How’s things over there?”

“Yeah, we’re going strong.” There was a lot of indistinct background noise I couldn’t identify behind him, and it was hard to hear him. He hadn’t facetimed, which was strange, but it was probably a flyby call while he was waiting for a scene to be set up, or whatever actors did. I had no clue despite him telling me multiple times.

“That’s great.” As I walked beside Lena who was making kissy faces at me as Charlie and I spoke, I couldn’t help but smile at hearing his voice. It wasn’t the same as having him with me in person, but it was the best we’d have until Christmas break.

“Look, give me five and call me back. I just gotta speak to someone real quick.” Before I could answer, he cut the call.

“Well, that was the quickest call I’ve ever seen you two have.” Lena commented, a small smile on her face.

“He wants me to call him back in five.” It was typical Charlie, start something, then expect me to finish it.

“I swear, you speak to him more than your family.” She wasn’t wrong.

“He’s kind of like my security blanket. He talks me off the edge whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed and stuff. He’s never judged me for the way I overthink, and he’s so easy to be with.”

“I swear, if I didn’t know better, I would think you’re in love with him.”

“I do love him. He’s like the brother I never wanted and often get frustrated with, but I couldn’t imagine my life without him.”

“Uh huh…” She didn’t need to elaborate. She’d been saying the same thing since our first day. She was insistent that there was more to mine and Charlie’s relationship than there was. I was used to her by now and was able to ignore it now. “You better phone him back.” She reminded me as we neared the campus coffee shop. With a smile, I hit call on his contact.

Behind me, the sound of P!nk’s Trouble, my ringtone on Charlie’s phone rang out. Confusion washed over me as Lena started laughing. I spun round to see Charlie leaning up against a tree, a wide smile on his face.

I cut the call and ran over to him, throwing myself at him. As always, he caught me, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me in tight against his body.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked when he finally placed my feet back on the ground below me.

“I have the weekend off, so I drove down to see my best girl,” he looked at Lena with a smile, “and you, Trouble.” I punched him in the arm as he pulled my roommate into a hug.

“Remind me why I keep you around?” I asked him as the three of us entered the coffee shop.

“Because you adore this pretty face.” I rolled my eyes as we found a table after making our orders.

“You keep telling yourself that, Gillespie.”

:: ::

For the entire weekend, I showed Charlie around the campus and took him to parties. We got wasted, he enjoyed meeting my friends, but my favorite moment was on the Sunday when it was just the two of us, about a half hour outside of town, walking along a hidden trail.

“Trust you to find this place. I never even knew it was here.”

“You need to take more time for yourself, away from campus. Remember what it’s like to just be.”

“Do you get much of a chance to do that?” I asked as we walked, our arms brushing together the way they always did whenever we spent time together.

“Not as much as I like, but I try to get out at least once a week. It’s not the same though, not without you.” I looked up at him and saw a softness to his face not many people got to see.

“I’ve missed you, you big goof.”

“I’ve missed you too, Trouble.”

“You gotta stop calling me that.” I rolled my eyes, making him laugh and nudge at me with his shoulder.

“Never gonna happen, kiddo.”

“Kiddo? For fuck’s sake, Gillespie. You’re like two months older than me. You’re not exactly drawing your pension just yet.”

“It all counts.” He lifted his wrist and looked at his watch. “I better head back to my car and start heading back. I’ve got an early call in the morning.”

My heart sank at his words. I’d known the entire weekend he couldn’t stay forever and as we turned around to walk back the way we came, I felt a feeling of sadness wash over me.

“Hey, don’t do that.” He scolded me.

“Do what?”

“Fold in on yourself. We’ll both be home for Christmas.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve just enjoyed having your ugly face around.”

“Ugly? You wound me.”

“Whatever.”

Silence fell over us as we continued walking, and the closer we got to the parking lot, the sadder I became at having to say goodbye to him again. He took hold of my hand, interlinking our fingers the way we always did.

Finally, we reached his car and came to a standstill next to it.

“Thank you for coming to see me. I needed this weekend.”

“I’ll always be there when you need me.” I knew he meant it too. He always did.

“I know. It’s one of the main reasons I adore you.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed him tight. I wasn’t ready to let him go, but knew I had to. Knew I had to carry on with this new chapter of my life that didn’t revolve around our friendship, knew he needed to get back to work and forge his way in his chosen career.

“Love you, Trouble.” He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before pulling away from our hug and unlocking his car. “Gonna miss you.”

“Gonna miss you more. Let me know when you’re back, so I don’t worry.”

“I promise.”

Lena walked to stand beside me as I watched Charlie climb into his car and pull away. We stood and watched him drive away until I couldn’t see his car anymore.

“That boy is in love with you.” I ignored her as I turned to walk back to our dorm. “Just as much as you are with him.”

:: ::

Christmas break had been crazy. My large family and the Gillespie family always mixed for the holiday, and it was always loud, full of laughter, and more than a little raucous. It was my favorite time of the year.

This year was no different, but it was over all too soon, and I barely saw Charlie. He got back home on Christmas Eve, and had to leave again the day after Christmas Day thanks to reshoots and stuff I didn’t really understand. Most of my time had been spent with his sister, Megan, but there was a hole in my celebrations. A Charlie-sized hole.

He didn’t even make it back home for New Year, and I saw in midnight on the back porch of my parent’s house alone, a glass of champagne untouched next to me. I’d tried facetiming him, but my calls had gone unanswered.

Arriving back at college was a relief, and the holiday period had made me realize I’d become so co-dependent on my best friend, I was holding myself back from living my life.

“Hey bitch, how was Mr. Tallish, dark, and gorgeous?” Lena asked as we both unpacked from our vacations.

“Busy. I hardly saw or spoke to him.” I could hear the bitterness in my own voice and hated it, but I also kind of didn’t care.

“I’m sorry, babe. How about we head out to a ‘welcome back’ party, get dressed up, and break some hearts?”

After thinking about it for a split second, I grinned and agreed.

“Fuck it. Why not?��

Usually, campus parties were casual affairs; sweats and tank tops, but the flyers about this one was emblazoned with the words ‘dress to impress’, so Lena and I went all out.

Walking across campus in my favorite LBD and a pair of amazing stiletto pumps, I felt like I could conquer the world. I’d made an effort with my hair and makeup, and when Lena was ready, we’d taken a shit ton of selfies, posting them on Instagram. It was amazing what getting dressed up did for a girl’s self-esteem.

“Honey, when Charlie sees those photos on insta, he’s gonna be calling you like crazy.”

“Well, it’s a shame my phone is on silent in my purse, then. Tonight is for me and you to have a great time.”

“And maybe try and get over one guy with another?”

“Lena, I don’t need to get over Charlie. He’s my best friend, and I adore him. But that’s all it is.”

As we entered the party – in a frat house, naturally – I couldn’t help but be impressed with how dressed up everyone was. I followed Lena through the crowd into the kitchen where we managed to grab some drinks.

“Yeah, okay. You keep telling yourself that. I can only go by what my eyes show me, and there is more going on between you two than either of you want to admit.” I opened my mouth to say something, but she cut me off. “I’ll shut up now. Let’s go, Momma’s in the mood for dancin’.”

I didn’t see Lena for three days after the party. She’d met some guy and had spent the entire time in his bed. It had been nice to have the room to myself as I caught up with movies and TV shows on Netflix I had missed over the holiday period. By the time classes started back up, she was back and seriously study mode.

“John was asking after you again today.” She told me two weeks back into classes as we walked in the wintery sunshine to get some lunch.

“Oh.” I had no idea who John was, but I was going along with it.

“You don’t remember him, do you?”

“No clue, sorry.”

After gasping, she proceeded to fill me on John. Apparently, I’d danced with him a lot at the frat party. He was six feet tall, well built, but not huge, and had a hint of red hair. None of it was ringing any bells, but seeing as she was sleeping with his roommate, she saw him regularly.

“How can you not remember him? you were all over him.”

“Lena, I’d almost drank my weight in tequila, I would have been impressed if I’d remembered my own name, never mind someone else’s.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket. After tapping on the screen for a couple of minutes, she turned it so I could see.

The guy on screen was gorgeous. Piercing green eyes that reminded me of the forest near my house, and a wide, friendly smile.

“Judging by that reaction, you’d have no problems coming out with us tonight? Nothing heavy, just a few drinks and some food.”

“I wouldn’t be averse to food and drinks.” Laughing at my answer, she linked our arms and steered me into our favorite sandwich bar.

:: ::

The first meeting turned into a first date, then a second, a third, and before I’d even realized, John and I were dating, and it had been three months since that first meeting that I could remember. He was easy going and fun to be around, plus he loved being outside rather than cooped up in a room with another person. Especially when that person was his roommate who was often making out for hours with my roommate. We spent a lot of time on the hidden trail I’d discovered with Charlie, often taking a blanket so we could have a picnic under the lush canopy of trees.

John was a photography major, and never went anywhere without his camera – unless there was going to be alcohol – and my photo wall in my room was soon full of photos of the two of us, of me and Lena, and random things he saw that made him think of me. I had never been tagged in so many photos of me sober on Instagram in my life, and I loved every minute of our time together, but while I was happy, and living my best life there was still something missing. A 5,8” dark haired something.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d spoken to Charlie for longer than five minutes, and never mind an actual facetime call. He’d finished up with 2nd Generation and had gone back home for a few weeks. I’d seen photos of him and his family, mostly his cousin Madi, doing the things I would usually be doing with them. Spring break was coming up, and while most of my friends were planning crazy trips down to Florida or Mexico, all I wanted to do was to go home.

“Hey, what are you doing for Spring Break?” I asked John as we lay tangled together in my bed, a sheen of sweat on both of our skin.

“I haven’t made any plans yet, why?”

“Fancy coming to Canada?”

:: ::

Pulling up in the drive outside my parent’s house, I look over at John in the passenger seat. He looked nervous as hell which made me chuckle. I unclipped my belt and leaned over to give him a quick kiss.

“Stop panicking. It’s going to be fine.” I told him. My parents were looking forward to meeting him. “I should be the nervous one. I’ve never brought a guy home before.”

“What? Never? Not even in high school?” I shook my head. “What about your prom date?”

“Me and Charlie went to prom together. We did everything together, and it stopped guys asking me out and stuff. So yeah…” I drifted off, realizing that this was my first relationship, my first boyfriend.

“That’s cool. Come one, let’s get this over with so we can both calm down.” He gave me another kiss before getting out of the car, retrieving our bags from the trunk. By the time I’d got out, he was standing beside me, holding out his hand. I took hold of it and led him to the house.

“Mom, dad? Anyone?” The house was silent when I let us in, John dropping our bags on the floor in the entry. “Hello? Favorite daughter is home for a week.”

“Only daughter you mean.” My younger brother, Tyler came bounding down the stairs, skidding to a stop when he saw John standing next to me.

“Okay, I wasn’t expecting that.” I glared at him. “I mean, I’ve seen photos and shit, but I didn’t expect you to be so big. Nice to meet you, man.” Tyler held out his hand for John to shake, which he did, chuckling at my brother’s lack of brain to mouth filter.

“Ty, where is everyone?”

“Out in the yard. Dad’s cleaning off the barbecue and mom’s making sure he does it right.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Not that I expected it to, but nothing had changed. Tyler took off through the house out into the back yard where my family were waiting.

“Ready for a trial by fire?” I asked John, looking up at him, smiling.

“Best to get it over and done with.”

Turning my whole body so I was fully facing him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to give him a kiss.

“They’re gonna love you, I promise.” I murmured against his plump lips. He took a deep breath, gave me another quick kiss, and untangle me from him.

“Let’s do this.”

Once again, with our hands linked, I led the way, this time through the house I’d grown up in and out into the large back yard. Which was full of people, not just my family. Of course, the Gillespies were here too.

As John and I came to a stop on the ack porch, I cast my eyes across the space before me, looking for Charlie. It was a mixture of habit and wanting to see him, but I couldn’t find him.

“He’s not here.” Megan had jogged over and pulled me into a hug so she could whisper into my ear. Her words caused a wave of sadness to wash over me. “And we finally get to meet this guy who is all over your insta?” She grinned at John; her smile achingly similar to that of her brother.

“John, this is Megan, the little sister I never wanted, but got stuck with anyway.” As the two of the chatted, the three of us moved down into the garden so I could introduce my boyfriend to everyone.

:: ::

John had been stolen away by my dad, Tyler, and Charlie’s dad, leaving me to spend time with my mom. We sat on her favorite garden seat, watching everyone in silence for a few minutes before she turned to me.

“He’s nice. I can see why you like him so much.” I looked at her, waiting. Eventually, I realized she wasn’t going to say it.

“But? I know there’s a but in there somewhere.”

“No, no but.” She was lying, I could tell by the way her voice was at least an octave higher than usual.

“Mom. You can be honest with me, I’m not gonna bite your head off.”

“I just worry you’re rushing things. At college everything so… intense, and you’re constantly aware of it ending, that you’ll be leaving that part of your life behind you one day. What then?”

“I-we-I…” I didn’t have a coherent answer for her. She wasn’t wrong, but she’d also always told me that college was supposed to be the best time of my life, so why wouldn’t I spend it with someone I not only enjoyed being with, but who I was attracted too at the same time?

“Honey, I’m not trying to make you question things, I just want you to remember who you are and what you want in life.”

“Well, I want to be with John for now. Isn’t that enough?”

“If it is for you, it is for me.” She pulled me in for a hug. I loved my mom, but she’d confused me with our conversation. “You do realize your dad’s going to pitch a fit when he realizes you’re sharing a room.”

I stared at her. I’d assumed my parents would make him sleep in the spare room.

“Wait, what?”

“Sweetheart, neither of us are stupid. We know how things are at college, and as long as you’re being safe, I can’t tell you what to do anymore.”

Before I could say anything, Megan came over to pull me away. Arm in arm, we walked to the end of the garden, away from the house. Well, she led me, I merely went along with it.

“What’s up?” I asked her. Usually, she was a lot like her brother, constantly moving and talking, but now she was quiet and subdued. “Meg, seriously. You’re making me worried.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to get you on your own so we can talk about that gorgeous hunk you brought home.” Relief flooded through me and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Jesus Christ, you scared me.” We sat down on an old swing my dad had made when I was a kid and talked. She peppered me with questions about college, the guys, the parties, and most of all, about John. She was a senior in high school and couldn’t wait for her own college experience. She’d chosen to stay in Canada to study.

I answered all of her questions, but we were soon interrupted by our being called to finally get some food. I was starving and practically sprinted over to where my dad was piling food on a table laden with salad, fried, and all kinds of family favorites. As I loaded up my plate, John hovered next to me, doing the same.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in.” Megan’s voice was loud, making me turn my head. Charlie was walking toward us, wearing his hiking gear grinning at us all. I put my plate down and ran at him, our usual greeting.

“Trust you to show when the food’s ready.” I grinned at him as we broke apart and went back to the table to retrieve my plate, pulling it out of Charlie’s reach as he tried to steal a rib. “Get your own, there’s plenty.”

“But we always share, Trouble.” I rolled my eyes.

“Not today, Gillespie. This is all mine, and I may even have seconds.” I stuck my tongue out at him. A throat clearing behind me reminded me John was still with me. “Oh hey, you can finally meet John.”

“Yeah, great to finally meet you, man.” Charlie shook my boyfriend’s hand, his smile still on his face, but I noticed it didn’t completely reach his eyes.

“You too.”

“Well, I’m hungry, catch up later?” As Charlie nodded, I led John away so others could help themselves, over to a table with my parents. Why had that been more awkward than I’d expected? As I sat down, I caught Megan watching me, a strange look on her face.

:: ::

As the sun began to set, and things began to wind down, I decided to take John for a walk around the neighborhood I grew up in. We left the house, hand in hand, and walked along the street, passing Charlie’s house. I averted my eyes from the building, not wanting to make John think my attention wasn’t all on him.

“It’s nice here, very calm.” He commented as we reached the end of the street. “I grew up in the city, and it never got this quiet.” When I looked up at him, he was smiling softly.

“Come on, there’s a great playground just up the road.” I led the way, tugging on his hand as a laugh escaped me.

As we sat on the swings, both of us swaying back and forth as the sun set around us, bathing the sky with a vibrant orange. It was my favorite part of the day, one that made me think back over what had happened and made me realize that a new day was coming, a new chance to experience life. Charlie and I had spent so much time as kids on these very swings at this time, reflecting on choices we’d made throughout the day.

At the thought of my best friend, a slight movement caught my eye. When I looked at the path leading to the gate of the play park, I could see a figure retreating. Despite not being able to see the person’s face, I knew it was him. His shoulders were hunched, and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his shorts. The sound of John’s camera taking photos distracted me and I looked away for a minute. When I looked back, my best friend was nowhere to be seen.

“Stop taking photos of me.” I groaned, knowing he wouldn’t.

“How can I? you’re the most beautiful thing around.” Standing, John walked over to me and took hold of the chains with side of me to still the movement of the swing. He stood between my legs and bent his head and captured my lips in a kiss that started off slow and soft, but soon turned heated.

Letting go of the chains, John managed to lift me off the swing, holding me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck. Slowly, he began to walk across the playground, only stopping when he reached the large wooden playhouse I’d played in as a kid.

Putting me on my feet and letting go, he removed the camera from around his neck and placed it in a safe place before climbing into the playhouse, removing his shirt and placing it on the wooden boards. When he looked over at me, his green eyes which were usually the color of spring grass were now the color of a lush, dark forest.

“What? Here? Are you trying to soil my childhood memories?”

“Totally, now come here before I have to take matters into my own hands.” He palmed the bulge in his shorts, locking eyes with me. With a laugh that was huskier than I’d ever sounded, I climbed in after him and straddled his thighs.

:: ::

Waking up at the crack of dawn, wrapped in John’s strong arms, in my childhood bedroom should have felt weird. But it didn’t. I was warm and content, but as we had a busy day planned, I couldn’t stay in our little cocoon. We had a camping trip to get ready for.

I crawled out of his arms and dived into the bathroom for a quick shower. By the time I emerged wrapped in a towel, John was sat up in my bed, scrolling on his phone.

“Come on you, we’re going camping. Up and at ‘em.” I was excited. It had been far too long since I’d been down to Fundy and I couldn’t wait to get on the road.

“Babe, it’s not even 6a.m.” He groaned.

“Yeah, and? Come on. Need to fuel up with a good breakfast.” I pulled on some clothes and left the room, skipping down the stairs. ‘My dad had always been an early riser, so it was no surprise to find him in the kitchen holding a steaming cup of coffee as he read a book at the breakfast bar.

“Morning daddy.” I kissed his cheek as I passed him to get to the coffee pot.

“Morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?” I could hear the unasked question behind his actual question.

“Yes, like a log. Stop worrying about me, I’m not a little girl anymore.”

“Don’t I know it. Please, just tell-”

“Dad. Nothing happened last night. And even if it had, I would be careful. I’m not an idiot.”

“Could have fooled me.” Tyler interrupted us, grinning when I gave him the finger.

“Stop picking on your sister. And you,” he looked at me, “put that finger down.”

I laughed as I sipped at my coffee before telling them I was going out to grab the camping gear.

“I’ll go and make sure Charlie and Megan are up and ready.” Tyle put his own cup down and left the kitchen. I froze on the spot I stood in

Shit. I didn’t realize he’d invited them.

“Everything okay?” Dad asked.

“Yeah, just trying to work out what we need.” I lied before flashing him a quick smile. I could hear John coming downstairs. “Please, no interrogation.” I hissed at my dad. He drew a cross over his heart as my boyfriend entered the kitchen, his hair damp from the shower.

“Morning, sir.” He greeted my dad.

“Please, John. Sir was my father. Call me Frank like everyone else.”

After giving John a quick kiss, I went out to the shed to gather up everything we’d need for a couple of days down in Fundy.

An hour later, Tyler and I had expertly packed up the trunk of my car and were just about to climb in when Charlie and Megan pulled up in Charlie’s car.

“Ready to rock and roll?” He called out of his window, a wide grin on his face.

“You know it. Last one there buys lunch.” I called out our usual challenge as I jumped into the driver’s seat, Tyler urging John in as Charlie pulled away with a screech. Within minutes, the doors were closed, the engine started, and we were on our way.

“Is she always this competitive?” John turned to face my brother in the back seat as I turned the radio on, looking for something to sing along to.

“Only with Charlie, so yes. Constantly. They can make a contest out of everything.” I rolled my eyes.

“No I don’t.”

“Sis, I love you, but you do. You and Charlie are a fucking nightmare at times.”

“You’re talking bullshit.” I tried to change the subject, but Tyler was on a roll.

“Remember that time you two tried to eat more popping candy than the other and you ended up barfing all over yourself?”

“Really? You bring that up? I was fifteen, Ty. And I’d drank about a gallon of soda. It was the gas.”

“Whatever. What about the time when you-” I cut him off.

“That’s enough. Babe, did you go camping much growing up?” I looked at John who had gone quiet. He was looking out of the window, and it took me tapping him on the knee to get his attention.

“Nah, not really. I’m a city boy, so we didn’t really do the whole ‘great outdoors’ thing.”

“Not even on vacation?” Tyler asked.

“Nah, we did Disney and Universal, stuff like that.”

“Well, you’re in for a treat. This is our favorite place on Earth and your camera’s gonna get a good workout.” I smiled at him as I intertwined our fingers as I drove.

:: ::

Thanks to my brother have the bladder the size of a pea and three cans of soda, we arrived at our usual camping ground over half an hour after Charlie and Megan. They’d already set up their tent and were waiting for us as if they didn’t have a care in the world, music drifting softly from the stereo in his car.

“Tyler potty breaks, again?” Charlie asked, laughing.

“He travels back with you.” I grumbled as I opened the trunk and began to drag our gear out. Instantly, Charlie was on his feet, unfolding the tents to put them up with Tyler’s help.

“What do you need me to do?” John asked me.

“Take those coolers of food and drinks over to Megan. She’s always in charge of that stuff, makes sure we don’t live off candy and chips.”

I couldn’t help but watch the muscles in his back as he lifted the two coolers out of the trunk. He wasn’t overly muscly, but his form was impressive. I stood back and admired him for a minute.

“Hey, Trouble. Give me a hand with this. Your brother’s still useless.” Charlie called out.

By the time the tents were all up, one for Tyler, and one for me and John, we were all starving.

“Hey, losers. You owe us lunch.” Charlie called out, giving his sister a high five.

“Let me just get changed, and we’ll go.” In the middle of the camping ground was a café that served some of the best food. I ducked into the tent and changed my shirt and jeans for a bikini top and denim shorts. As I emerged from the small space, I pulled one of Charlie’s old cut off shirts over my head. “Right, let’s go and introduce John to poutine.

“What?”

“Oh, man. It’s the best.” Tyler slapped him on the back as he led the way. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charlie watch as John took hold of my hand.

:: ::

The sun was setting and the five of us were sitting around a campfire. Charlie had his guitar and he and Megan were singing some of their favorite songs. As always, I was blown away by their talent and how well their voices blended together. I’d always been a bit jealous of how musical the Gillespie family was. All of them sang, played instruments, and dance – well Charlie didn’t that well, but he always gave his all when his sister dragged him into it.

John sat next to me, his camera lifted up to his face as he took photo after photo, something he’d been doing all day. He’d told me he’d been blown away by the beauty of the place and that gave me a warm feeling, being able to share one of my favorite places with him.

“Hey, Trouble. Your turn.” Charlie handed me the guitar.

“Not tonight, Gillespie.” I was exhausted and it had been far too long since I’d played or sang. I knew I was never going to sound as good as him and Megan; I rarely did.

“Nope, you’re not getting out of it. Come on, you know you wanna.” He was egging me on, and knew I’d give in eventually.

“Come on, it’s tradition.” Megan joined in with the cajoling as Tyler called out his two cents worth. With a sigh, I took the guitar from Charlie and propped it on my knee.

“Any requests?” I asked.

“Under the Bridge.” The Red Hot Chili Peppers song was one of my favorites and I loved singing it.

“I didn’t know you played.” John sounded surprised.

“Yeah, Charlie taught me a few years ago. It’s been a while though and I’m rusty as hell because I never got my own guitar.” I ran my fingers down the strings before making myself a bit more comfortable. “Hey, you got a spare pick?” I asked Charlie. He reached into the pocket on the front of his soft guitar case before leaning over to hand me the small piece of plastic. I couldn’t help but laugh at the poop emoji design on it. I’d ordered him a bunch of them as part of his birthday present the previous year.

I ran through the song in my mind reminding me of the lyrics and chords before I began to play.

Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner

Sometimes I feel like my only friend

Is the city I live in, the city of angels

Lonely as I am, together we cry

I drive on her streets 'cause she's my companion

I walk through her hills 'cause she knows who I am

She sees my good deeds and she kisses me windy

Well, I never worry, now that is a lie

As I expected, Charlie joined in on the bridge, harmonizing with me. We’d always sang this song together. It had become a bit of a tradition at gatherings with our families and friends. As always when we sang together, Charlie and I locked eyes, a small smile on his face made me smile back as we sang. There was a connection between us when we sang, one that had been there from the day we became friends.

I don't ever wanna feel

Like I did that day

Take me to the place I love

Take me all the way

I don't ever wanna feel

Like I did that day

Take me to the place I love

Take me all the way

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Finally, the song came to an end and silence filled the air around us. Without saying anything, I handed the guitar and pick back to Charlie without looking at him. I leaned over, picked up my bottle of beer, and drained the last of it. For some reason, a weird feeling had come over me while we’d sung, and I didn’t know how to read it. In the end, I decided to ignore it and escape into my tent.

“I’m tired guys. I’m gonna turn in.” As I faked a yawn, I didn’t bother waiting for a response as I stood up, dropped the bottle in a trash bag, gave John a quick kiss, and crawled into my tent. As I stripped out of my hoodie and sweats and crawled into my sleep bag, Megan stuck her head through the flap.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just tired. It’s been a long day.” It hadn’t really, and she knew it hadn’t. We hadn’t done anything different to what we would normally in Fundy.

“Okay…”

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sure. Night.” With a small smile she disappeared from the opening of the tent, leaving me to settle down and try to get to sleep.

I was still wide awake when John crawled into the tent an hour or so later. He tried not to make too much noise as he stripped down to his boxers before getting into his own sleeping bag. The lamp hanging from the tent roof was turned on low, just about lighting up the space around us.

“Hey.” I kept my voice low, knowing from experience how the sound travelled at night.

“Hey.” He repeated as I turned to face him, propping myself up on one elbow.

“Have you had a good day?”

“It’s been great. I can see why you guys love it out here.

“Yeah, it’s great. We’re lucky having all this pretty much on our doorstep. I couldn’t imagine not being able to get out here. I bet you got some great shots.”

“I did. I can’t wait to get back and start editing them. Some should work well for school too.”

“Hey,” I dropped my voice even lower. “Wanna join the bags together and… snuggle?” I waggled my eyebrows at him in the dim lighting, making him smile softly.

“Not tonight. I’m so tired after all the hiking and swimming you guys made me do today.” He turned his head to look at me. “That okay?”

“Of course.” I leaned over and kissed him before getting comfortable again against his solid form. This time, I did fall asleep.

:: ::

When I woke up, the light was bright around me, despite being inside the tent. I was also alone. Sitting up, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and crawled out of the tent. John was sitting on his own, a cup of coffee cradled between his hands.

“Morning.” I press a kiss to his cheek as I sit down.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asks, looking at my bare legs. I’m still only in t-shirt I slept in.

“Not at all. It’s not that cold.” I chuckle as I pour myself a coffee. There’s a slight hint of steam in front of my face as I speak.

“It’s freezing, babe.”

“I’m Canadian, remember. This is a gorgeous spring morning.” I lean over and give him another kiss, this time it’s more than a simple and perfunctory peck. John’s hand cups the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. When we pull apart, I notice he’s breathing a little heavier than he was before and it makes me grin.

“You’re crazy.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Tyler’s voice surprises the both of us. When I turn, he’s standing over us, smirking at me.

“Uh… why am I suddenly nervous?” John asks my brother. They seem to have gotten on really well which pleases me. Tyler tipped me out of my seat before making himself comfortable in my place. Glaring at him, I moved around and sat on John’s lap.

“How are you with heights?” Tyler asks.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“How do you feel about deep water?”

I knew where this was going, so I decided to go and grab a shower in the shower block. As I ducked into the tent, I heard John exclaim.

“She does what?”

“Yeah, she and Charlie cliff dive.” I turned to look at John and laughed at the look of horror on his face. “It started out as a dare, of course, and now they do it every time we’re here.”

Leaving the two of them talking, I grab my washbag and take a walk over to the block of showers. Thankfully, there isn’t much of a queue and I’m able to snag one pretty quickly. The water’s not exactly hot, which means I don’t dawdle as I wash. Eventually, I emerge fully dressed, a towel wrapped around my hair and almost bump into Charlie.

“Woah, hey. You’re up late.” He commented, steadying me so I wouldn’t fall over.

“Not really.” It was barely 8 a.m., which to Charlie was practically a lie in. “I was up before you.”

“Nope. I was up at sunrise and went for a walk.” I rolled my eyes.

“Of course you were.”

“Are you heading back?”

“Yeah, I want to get ready for the cliffs.” I grinned at him. He fell into step beside me, and we walked back to the tents together.

“Remember that time you pushed me before I was ready, and I belly flopped so hard?”

“Oh my God, you screamed like a little girl who got a pony for her birthday. It was hilarious.”

“It also hurt like a fucking bitch.”

Charlie and I approached our tents, laughing to find John, Tyler, and Megan watching us as if we’d lost our minds.

“Who’s ready for the cliffs?” I asked, wiping the tears of laughter from my eyes. The memory of Charlie screaming lived in my head, rent free, and I couldn’t not laugh about it.

“Uh…” John looked nervous. After throwing my washbag into the tent, I bounced over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charlie turn his back and crawl into the tent he shared with his sister.

“No need to be nervous. You don’t have to dive if you don’t want to, just stay near the top, take photos, and enjoy the view. It’s all Megan and Ty do, because they’re both massive chickens.” As I spoke, I looked over at my brother who was flipping me off. “Don’t decide now. See how you feel nearer the time.”

Once we were at the cliffs, Megan spread out a blanket and sat down, a book in her hand. Tyler joined her, scrolling through his phone. John and I stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down into the ocean. We were nowhere near the top, as over the years we’d worked out this was the best place for jumping into the water without it taking an age to get back, but it was high enough to get my blood pumping.

“Yeah… I think I’ll sit this one out.” Moving back, John joined Tyler and Meghan, but remained standing, his camera at the ready. I moved back a little but stayed fairly close to the edge so I could get ready.

“Gillespie?” I called out my challenge as I stripped out of my shorts and tank tops, kicking my sandals off, revealing a mismatched bikini. Behind me, I heard a sharp intake of breath and turned to grin at John, but he had his back to me and was taking photos of the view.

A roar sounded and Charlie ran past me, launching himself off the edge of the cliffs. He ‘battle cry’ could be heard the entire way down until it was broken off by a splash.

With a grin on my face, I followed, dipping myself forward into a dive. I cut through the water, plunging deep before arcing up to break the surface.

“Show off.” Charlie called out as he tread the water.

“Of course. I need to make you look bad at something.” I swam over to him, taking hold of his hand and pulling him back to shore so we could start the climb back to where the others waited. There was a lot of pushing and shoving between the two of us as we made out way, and when we finally reached them, I was out of breath from laughing so much. Charlie’s arm was slung over my shoulder as he struggled to keep himself upright.

“Then you just whipped your top off and jumped.” He was howling with laughter. “That’s why we’ve never given you tequila since.”

I gave him a friendly shove.

“It wasn’t just the tequila, and you know it Gillespie. We hadn’t eaten all day, then you pulled out Jose and it was game over.” He grabbed me around the waits and walked toward the edge, as if he was going to throw me. Admittedly, if he did, it wouldn’t have been the first time. I screamed at him to put me down, hearing my brother and Megan laughing. Eventually, he did as I asked before diving off the edge again, this time executing an almost perfect dive. “Asshole.” I muttered as I grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist.

It wasn’t until I sat down next to him, that I realized John was very quiet and was scrolling through his phone.

:: ::

Arriving back at my house early evening, I was ready for a hot shower and my own bed. Tyler ducked into the house while John and I unloaded the trunk and stored the camping gear back where it belonged. He’d slept for most of the trip back, and I could tell something was bothering him.

After having dinner with my parents, John excused himself to try and get some sleep. It had been a pretty full on couple of days, but not enough to wipe him out. After a few minutes, I decided to go and check on him. I didn’t want him getting sick or something.

When I got to my room, I was surprised to find him packing his stuff into his bag.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He clearly hadn’t expected me to come upstairs and my voice made him jump even though I hadn’t spoken particularly loudly.

“I’m heading back to my dorm.” I moved into my room, closing the door behind me. When I reached up to touch his shoulder, he flinched away from me.

“Woah. Why?”

“Look, I can’t play second best. I really like you, but it’s very clear that your heart lies elsewhere.”

“John, babe. I have no idea what you’re talking about here.” I put my hand on his arm, trying to get him to turn and face me. Eventually he did, sinking onto the edge of my bed.

“Look, we’ve been having fun, right?” I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. “Neither of us expected anything serious, and while I thought I might have been falling for you, the past few days have made me realize you could never feel the same way about me.”

“W-w-what?”

When John looked up at me, meeting my eyes with his gorgeous green ones, there was no sadness in them. There was only what I could describe as an acceptance of some sort. It confused the hell out of me.

“I know you tell everyone he’s your best friend, but it’s obvious to everyone who spends any kind of time with the two of you that you’re both head over heels for the other.”

I couldn’t help it, but I burst out laughing.

“Me and Charlie? No way. You’ve got it all wrong, believe me.”

“See, you say that, and I think on the surface that you believe it, but deep down… I’m a photographer. I literally look at details of the things around me all the time, and there’s no mistaking there’s something going on between the two of you. It’s just taking both of you some time to realize it; although, I think Charlie might be there already. He’s crazy jealous of me.” A snort escaped me before I could stop it. “I’m serious. Whenever we were together the past few days, he either turned his back, walked away, or interrupted us. You may see him as your best friend, but he’s in love with you. And I can’t compete with that.”

Standing back up, John finished packing his stuff, telling me he had a train booked in an hour. Knowing I wasn’t going to change his mind, I offered him a ride to the station, but he refused saying he’d book an uber.

Rather than watch him leave, I went out into the garden and sat on the swing. I’d never had a breakup, so I had nothing to compare it to, but I didn’t feel as sad as I expected to. In the movies, girls lay in their beds for days on end with messy hair and mascara running down their faces until their friends ran an intervention. Yeah, I was sad that John had broken up with me, but it felt like I was losing a friend more than a boyfriend. Even if the reasoning was ludicrous. There was no way on Earth Charlie Gillespie, the guy all the girls wanted, was in love with me. Sure, I knew he loved me – we were best friends, but that was it.

As the sun set around me, I finally made my way inside. I could hear the TV playing in the lounge, but didn’t feel like being pitied by my family, so I made my way up to my bedroom. When I was there, it felt empty without John’s big, solid frame. He’d only been here two days, but he’d made an impression on my space.

Not sure what to do with myself, I sat on my bed, hearing a crinkle. There was an envelope on my pillow.

I’m sorry it ended like this, but you need to know and understand that I don’t hate you – just in case you were wondering. Yeah, I’m upset, but I’m a big boy and I’ll get over it, and when I do, I hope we can still be friends. I honestly love spending time with you, and meeting your family was great.

I know you didn’t believe me when I told you about Charlie, but I hope these prove it to you.

See you soon, John.

Inside the envelopes were a couple of polaroid photos. I’d forgotten he’d brought his along with his big one. We’d all taken turns taking silly shots of one another, shaking them as they developed around the campfire we’d had.

The first was me holding Charlie’s guitar. I was clearly singing, looking at him, but there was something in the way I looked at my best friend. A softness to my face that could only be interpreted as affection – unsurprising, considering how much he meant to me, how much we meant to one another.

The second, was after our first jump at the cliffs. We were walking toward the camera, arms wrapped around one another, laughing. If it was anyone else, I would say it was quite an intimate photo, but it was me and Charlie. We were always like that, always touching, always laughing.

Putting the letter and photos on my desk, I lay back on my bed. I was confused as hell and didn’t know what to think or who to talk to.

As if summoned, my phone began to ring, Lena’s name flashing on the screen. When I answered, she didn’t bother with a greeting.

“So, when are you and pretty boy getting it on?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“John text me, told me what happened, said you might need someone to talk to. He finally saw what I saw.”

“And what did you see?”

“You and Charlie boy. All the feels.”

“Lena, there are no feels. We’re friends, best friends.”

“Honey, I know you’re a bit blind to the fact that that boy is crazy in love with you, probably has been for years, and you…”

“I what?”

“You look at him like he hung the moon. I don’t look at my best friend like that. I know it’s a lot to take in, but think about it, logically. Try to look at your relationship the way an outsider would, then tell me you’re not gonna end up ridiculously happy, living in some gorgeous apartment somewhere, surrounded by gorgeous babies.”

“And what if I come to the realization he’s just my friend?”

“Then I would say you’re blind as fuck. Look, I gotta go, my nanna’s lethal at dominoes, so I gotta make sure she doesn’t cheat. I’ll see you in a few days.” Lena ended the call. I was no clearer on the situation I had been before we’d spoken, but I least I had something to do.

Could everyone be right, and I was wrong? I loved Charlie, adored him, but I wasn’t in love with him. We were friends, the best, and that was all. Wasn’t it? I was pretty sure it was for me.

I needed air. I made my way back downstairs, grabbing my car keys from the side unit and went outside. It was late, but maybe a drive would help. As I unlocked my car, I heard my name being called. Turning, I saw Charlie jogging over to me.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I just need to clear my head.”

“Where’s the big man.” Something flashed in his eyes as he asked about John. I tried not to read too much into it, but if I didn’t know better, it looked like jealousy. I gave myself a mental slap around the back of the head for projecting John and Lena’s words onto myself.

“He left. Went back to campus. We’re over.” Immediately, Charlie’s arms were wrapped around me and I was pulled in tight against his chest. My senses were overwhelmed by the feel of him, the sound of his heartbeat, and the scent of him. It was too much and I pulled away.

“Are you okay? I know you liked him.”

“Yeah, I’m good. It wasn’t that serious.”

“Serious enough to sleep with him.” An undertone of something I couldn’t work out laced his voice.

“Charles. I wasn’t a virgin when I met John. I may not have had any serious relationships, or relationships in any capacity, but I wasn’t innocent. Just the way you’re not, so don’t pull that bullshit with me.”

Boys at high school may have been wary of Charlie, but he wasn’t around at college when I discovered meaningless one night stands weren’t for me.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t want to see you hurting.”

“I’m not. Maybe I should be more upset, but I can’t fake it.”

“You sound upset.” I looked up at him, stepping back slightly to move closer to my car. “I don’t like it when you’re upset, even when you don’t think you are, like that time when-”

“Look, I’m not here for a trip down memory lane. I want to go for a drive. Talk tomorrow?”

“Sure.” He turned to walk away an I pulled open the driver’s side door. Before I could sink into the seat, I was spun around. Charlie had hold of my wrist in one hand, but it was a gentle hold. He slammed the door and walked toward me. Nerves took over me and I back away from him, my back hitting the car behind me.

When he let go of my wrist, he placed his hands either side of me, resting against the cool metal of my car. Swallowing, I locked eyes with him, feeling very unsure of myself. I opened my mouth to ask him what was happening but didn’t manage the words before he crashed his lips against mine.

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dgraysons · 8 years ago

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i can’t believe supergirl and its entire cast got cancelled after season 1

#rule 1 when someone ships characters together: fucking chill about it #like. for christ's sake #just shut the fuck up you are digging a hole for yourself #shipping is like fanfiction which is at its very core wish fulfillment #and ppl who ship kara and lena are first off wanting to see another wlw relationship in this fandom #and second most of them are reading from some heavy subtext of good friendship.....the type that romantic love can blossom from #idk how you can even bitch about supercorp when that was literally the only good part about supergirl s2 i mean for real

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 6 years ago

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Lena got into an accident and lost her memory. She becomes cold and callous. Kara watches from afar but says a phrase Lena used to Always say once in a while. Later Lena remembers everything and says the phrase to her on her own?

There’s something about the way Lena’s bruised and bleary eyes slide off of her that sends a jolt of alarm down Kara’s spine.

Lena searches the faces surrounding her hospital bed, but none of them is the one she’s looking for.

“My brother, Lex… why isn’t he here?” She asks the doctor whose speech she interrupts. “Was he in the car with me? Is he okay?”

Kara and Alex lock eyes, as Kara’s stomach drops to her knees and Lena’s tone sharpens.

“Where is my brother?!”

The doctor explains that amnesia isn’t an uncommon side effect of a brain injury like Lena’s. Through a series of carefully crafted questions, they learn that Lena’s lost almost five years. She’s lost L-Corp and Kara and Supergirl and her brother’s conviction and her mother’s arrest and her mother’s escape from prison.

When Lena closes her ears to the doctor, Kara volunteers to explain why Lex hasn’t visited. It’s the worst decision she’s ever made.

“Get out.”

There’s no denial, no outrage. Just the complete and utter rejection of her presence. From that point onwards, Lena doesn’t look at her, doesn’t say a single word. Kara finally does leave, accepting she won’t make any further progress that night.

She’ll try again in the morning.

She finds out the next morning that she learns Lena has rejected any and all visitors.

“Except for a Mr., ah….” the doctor pauses, flipping through his notes, “Jack Spheer? If you have a way to contact him, please let us know. The number she was able to provide is out of service.”

Kara shuts her eyes. “Jack Spheer died two years ago.”

The doctor sighs. “This woman just can’t catch a break.” He closes his file. “I’m sorry. Until Miss Luthor changes her mind, my hands are tied. And due to HIPAA policy, I won’t be able to share anything further about her condition.”

“But– I’m her next of kin! And her emergency contact!”

The doctor shakes his head. “Not anymore. Her family lawyers have already communicated her change in permissions.”

Kara freezes. “She– she can’t do that!”

“She can. She’s fully cognizant, and capable of giving and rescinding consent. There’s nothing the hospital can do until notified otherwise.”

“Please, just let me see her, I have to talk to her–!”

“I’m sorry.”

The doctor leaves. Kara stays for days, stubbornly hoping her persistence would levy a response from somebody. All she earns are a few sympathetic glances, and nothing more.

Kara honors the letter of Lena’s new rules, but not the spirit. As Supergirl, she hovers high above the hospital, hearing focused entirely on a single room below.

“Good morning, Miss Luthor,” as nurse greets, following the same script as all the others come before. “How are we feeling?”

“Fine. When can I leave?”

“The doctor wants to keep you a few more nights. Head traumas are tricky things. Though, if you had someone who could stay with you, he might agree to let you go sooner.”

Lena snorts. “And what part of the past week suggests to you that I have anyone?”

“Well, what about Kara? I’m sure she’d love to spend a few nights with you.”

Kara could kiss that nurse, if not for the blow that quickly follows.

“Who?” Lena asks.

“Kara Danvers? I’m told she was here when you woke up.”

“Oh. Her.”

Kara will never in her life forget the sound of Lena’s voice in that moment.

Oh. Her.

“She seemed very worried about you. I’m sure her contact information is still on file: we would be happy to give her a call–”

“Jesus christ, will you just shut up? I don’t know her! Why would I want her in my house?”

The nurse leaves. So does Kara. She doesn’t listen again.

Lena returns to L-Corp almost as soon as she’s released from the hospital, and hits the ground running. By lunch, she’s agreed to a meeting with James so long as he comes to her. Kara insists on going with him, and does so under the guise of being an extra pair of hands lugging a stack of board meeting minutes and profit projections and Rao knows what else James deemed necessary.

She practically leads the way to L-Corp, only dropping back when they reach Jess’ desk. The assistant gives them an uneasy glance– Lena’s condition doesn’t sit well with anyone, it would seem.

James is the first to step into Lena’s office. Lena greets him before even bothering to glance up at him.

“Mr. Olsen.”

“Hi, Lena,” he returns, undeterred by the curtness of her tone. “Thanks for agreeing to meet with me. I just wanted to stop in and see if you had any questions about CatCo. I know it’s been a weird couple of weeks so I brought minutes and annual reports–”

“I already know everything I need to– that for some inconceivable reason, I’ve purchased a useless company that I neither want nor need. So you and your assist– oh.”

There it is again. Oh.

Kara fidgets behind James, adjusting her glasses and shifting the stack of papers in her arms.

“Kara Danvers is one of our best up and coming reporters,” James covers quickly. “But she’s just here for the heavy lifting today.”

Lena’s lips curl in a mirthless smile. “Reporter. Funny. You told the hospital something different, Miss Danvers.”

“I–” Kara takes a breath to explain, but barely manages to edge a word in before Lena’s hand snaps up, dismissing her entirely.

“Don’t bother. I’m just glad I made the right choice. As for you, Mr. Olsen, rest assured that I have no interest in a media conglomerate. It’s my understanding you were running CatCo in Miss Grants absence, and you’re welcome to do so again until I find a way to cut the company loose.”

Lena leans back in her seat, eyebrow lifting when neither of them make a move to leave.

“That’s all.”

“Just give it time,” Alex tells her over ice cream later that week. “The doctor said there’s still a chance of her memory returning.”

Kara shakes head. “He said with familiarity. If I’m there helping remind her. Which I’m not. She won’t even let me get close.”

“If you let her find her own normal, maybe she’ll be in a better position to talk. There’s no reason to lose hope this early.”

Sure. Whatever Alex says.

After three weeks, there’s no change. Lena doesn’t reach out, to any of them. Kara doesn’t know if Lena reaches that new normal Alex described. The only new normal she knows is the constant ache of missing Lena, and the chill of her empty apartment.

She uses Supergirl as a distraction. Only problem is, the city is sleepy with wintertime, and when Thanksgiving rolls around, there’s nothing that requires Supergirl’s attention.

Nothing but a lone figure on the L-Corp balcony, gazing forlorn across the city.

Kara should just go home. Eliza’s in town, and even though a party doesn’t feel right without Lena, there are some family traditions she just can’t ignore. Even so, Kara finds herself drifting closer, and then hovering just off the far end of Lena’s balcony.

“Miss Luthor.”

Lena’s head snaps towards her. Kara tries not to notice the instinctive recoil of Lena drawing back, eyes wide and wary at the sight of her.

“What do you want?”

Despite her racing heartbeat, Lena’s voice is strong and biting. Kara offers a smile. “I heard about what happened. I’m sorry.”

Bracing herself for the inevitable snap back, Kara’s left reeling when Lena looks away, shoulders hunching in a rare moment of vulnerability.

“So you’ve finally come by to see what Lex Luthor’s sister is up to?”

“No. Not at all.” Kara doesn’t move any closer, and Lena slowly relaxes. Amazed that Lena hasn’t already banished her, Kara rests her arms against the outer edge of the railing, the reflection of Lena’s own lean that she resumes as her alarm abates.

They stand– and float, respectively– in the quiet evening for several minutes.

“They won’t let me see him,” Lena confesses softly to the shadows. “I’ve requested visitation three times since I woke up, and every time I’ve been denied.”

Kara doesn’t respond. She’s well aware of Lena’s struggles. One of the perks of being Supergirl is that when she requests Lex Luthor receive no visitors whatsoever, he receives no visitors. It might be overreach, but she’ll feel guilty later, once she’s certain Lena’s emotional walls are fully fortified. Lex Luthor won’t be getting the chance to sink a single claw in his sister.

“I can only imagine what you must think of that. Baby sister trying to takes notes…” Lena’s voice turns bitter, then trails to nothing. "But I just– I need to ask him… why.”

Kara doesn’t pretend to have an answer. She simply stays, until Lena finally turns and goes back into her office without another word. Even then, she lingers, rising to hover above L-Corp and listen as Lena sips at a bottle of wine before falling asleep on her office couch.

When she finally returns home, she sobs in her sister’s arms. For herself, and the loneliness of Thanksgiving without Lena. She cries for Lena too, and the loss of Lex made new again.

The next morning, she reaches for her phone, fingers itching to text Lena. She does so, against every instinct warning her against it. It doesn’t matter.

Her number is no longer in service.

Two weeks before Christmas, Kara is run so ragged she almost forgets to miss Lena. Almost.

But on this morning in particular, she’s trying plot a course through six scheduled interviews plus her looming deadline for a separate article when she waits to pick up her coffee order. She hates impatience, but this time she’s that person tapping their foot and checking their watch repeatedly.

“Gingerbread latte for Kiera!”

Kara lunges for the counter and snatches the cup away before it makes contact with the ledge.

“Thank you!” She chirps before stuffing an extra couple of bills in the tip jar. She makes a mess at the condiment bar before hastily jamming a lid on and pushing towards the door.

She smacks into a body entering. Her lid flies off, latte sloshing up and over her hand and drenching the blouse of her unwitting victim, who gasps first in surprise then cursing in pain as the hot liquid soaks through her shirt.

“Ow, fuck!” A familiar voice sears Kara’s consciousness. “Watch where you’re going!”

Kara blinks at Lena, cheeks heating when recognition doesn’t hit Lena for another three heartbeats. When it does, it comes with its own curse.

“Of fucking course. Are you following me now?”

“Nnn-no?” Kara responds, hesitantly. “I was here first, technically? So, no. Definitely no.”

“Whatever,” Lena mutters, plucking at her shirt. “Did you manage to grab any napkins before jumping to lightspeed?”

“Oh!” Kara starts pulling her horde of napkins from her pockets. “God, I’m so sorry. Yes, here!”

She gives Lena one handful before using the other to start cleaning up the mess, starting with the floor before wiping the tops of Lena’s shoes dry. She very nearly moves on to the splotches of damp hose, but catches herself just as Lena curses again.

“God damn it,” she huffs, slopping the soiled napkins into the trash. Her shirt is hopelessly ruined, and they both know it.

“I really am sorry,” Kara says again. “Is there anything I could do–?”

“Staying the fuck away from me would have been a start, but apparently you’re physically incapable,” Lena snaps. “So unless you have a magical stain remover in that messenger bag, no, there’s nothing that will salvage the meeting I’ve been prepping for the past two weeks. So. Thanks for that.”

Kara knows the importance of keeping appointments for L-Corp. Sometimes, she’s learned, investors only give you one chance.

She eyes the stain on Lena’s blouse, then starts pulling off her bag. “Wait a second!"

She strips off her blazer, and holds it out to Lena. The fit will be off, but it should hide the damage just enough to get Lena through her meeting.

"It’s not a remover, but does a magic stain HIDER count?”

Kara weathers Lena’s skeptical glare. Weighing her options, Lena must land on the side of not having any, and a moment later the proffered jacket is plucked from her fingers.

It fits well enough once Lena cuffs the sleeves. The result is some exposed lining, which actually looks deliberate with its pretty spotted satin. Most importantly, it hides the stain entirely.

“Perfect. You look great.”

Lena’s cheeks flush, but this time Kara isn’t certain it’s from anger. “It’s passable.” She meets Kara’s gaze. “Thank you.”

“Oh, please,” Kara waves off. “That’s what friends are for!”

Lena blinks, then jolts as the words register. Before Kara can frantically backtrack to salvage what little conversation they were having, her phone starts to ring. James’ name is on the caller ID.

“Oh shoot! I’m so sorry, I have to go, I am so late.” Kara shoves the rest of her napkins into Lena’s hands. “Just send me your dry cleaning bill, okay? Sorry, again!”

She escapes into bustle of foot traffic, and lets the day sweep her away.

Two days later, she returns to CatCo to find James bustling towards her.

“Where have you been?” He asks. “I tried calling you–”

“I was talking to a source, and then I was coming here anyway, so…” she blinks at James’ agitation. “What’s wrong?”

“Lena was here.”

“What?”

“She was looking for you. I tried to call you…”

Kara presses her hand to her head. Lena, here. Looking for her. And Kara missed it.

“She left something at your desk.”

Nearly tripping in her haste, Kara scurries to her desk. There in a neat cardboard garment box is her blazer, crisply pressed and devoid of any coffee transfer.

She doesn’t find a note.

She’s Supergirl again when she next sees Lena. It’s on the L-Corp balcony again, and this time Lena somehow looks even more troubled than she did at Thanksgiving.

“Good evening, Miss Luthor.”

Green eyes blink up at her, too despondent to be surprised. “Supergirl. Did you need something?”

“No. Nothing, just– you seemed troubled, and I wanted see if you were okay.”

“My family is either dead or in prison, and I haven’t left my office in over a week. I’m just peachy.”

Instead of getting discouraged, Kara offers a sympathetic smile as she sits on the edge of the balcony rail. Her feet dangle, perilous for anyone who isn’t her.

“It must be really lonely, to wake up the way you did. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Why are you speaking with me?” Lena asks. “You should hate me.”

She regards Kara carefully. “Let me guess. You were my friend too.”

Kara grins. “Yes, I was. And I hope I still can be.” Lena looks away, and Kara tries to ignore the way her heart drops. “Maybe I should have mentioned it sooner. But I didn’t want you to feel pressured to resume a life you don’t remember.”

For several long moments, neither of them say anything. Winter doesn’t get cold in National City, not like it does in Metropolis, but there’s still a significant chill, this high up and this late at night. Kara knows from the way Lena tugs her sweater closer around her that the chill is present tonight, even if she herself can’t feel it.

“Do you know Kara Danvers?” Lena asks quietly.

Kara straightens, surprised by the question. Lena correctly assumes her response regardless.

“Of course you do,” she drawls with a roll of her eyes. “Everyone in the city seems to know Kara Danvers.”

A nervous chuckle scrapes out of Kara’s throat. “Yeah, as a reporter, she really gets around.”

“She said something the other day… I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.”

“What’s that?”

“She lent me her jacket, and when I tried to thank her, she said ‘that’s what friends are for’.” Lena shakes her head. “It’s a normal thing to say, but… I just keep hearing it over and over in my head. Always in her voice.”

Kara swallows. “Lena, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I should be the one you talk to about this.”

“Oh.” Lena’s gaze shutters. “Of course. I don’t mean to take you away from your duties.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just… I’m not…”

It’s just that she’s not impartial.

Kara can’t be the sounding board to Lena’s confusion, when all she wants is to take her in her arms and bring Lena home where she belongs.

Kara sighs. “I’m Kara Danvers.”

Lena freezes. “Excuse me?”

“I’m Kara Danvers. Superhero by night, intrepid reporter by day.”

Whatever Lena expected, it isn’t this. The revelation throws her for a loop, and she pulls away from both Kara and the balcony rail, arms folding tight in front of her. With a knot in her stomach, Kara floats up off the rail, and descends to land on the balcony facing her.

“Why would you tell me that?” Lena demands. Her eyes are hard, yet uncertain. “And why would I believe it?”

Kara fishes for a way to prove it’s not a lie, and finds herself at a loss. She doesn’t have her glasses, or even an elastic for her hair, and Lena hasn’t spent enough time with Kara Danvers to have any kind of special knowledge.

She laughs at the unexpected absurdity of it.

“It’s a lot easier to prove this when I can just pop my buttons open and show off the suit. I’ve never done it this way before…” She shrugs.

“I can tell you that it was a gingerbread latte I spilled on you at Noonan’s the other day, and that the blazer I loaned you had little blue polka dots on the lining. And I can tell you I’ve been kicking myself ever since I found out you came to CatCo looking for me and I wasn’t there to meet you.”

Lena’s eyes glisten in the light filtering through the windows of her office. Her throat works silently for long moments until she trusts her voice enough to speak. “How can you trust me? I may not be– you don’t know me.”

Kara shrugs. “You may not have the same memories that I do, but Lena… you didn’t become a different person when you came to National City. Supergirl didn’t make you a good person, and neither did Kara Danvers. You were already good.”

Silence stretches between them. Lena doesn’t look convinced, and clearly doesn’t trust the trust that Kara is offering. Kara sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. “Last time, I waited too long to tell you the truth. It nearly destroyed our friendship. I don’t want to make that mistake again.”

Lena looks away, finding distraction in the lights starting to turn off in the building across the street. Kara waits, letting Lena be the next to speak.

“I mean something, to people. Ever since I woke up in the hospital, and found out my brother– that Lex killed people, everyone has been acting like they know me. Like they care.”

Kara nods, but doesn’t say anything.

“I know Kara is different. She– you mean something to me, I just… I can’t remember. I’ve puzzled out what we had, but I don’t feel it. I don’t have it inside me.”

The last tiny shred of hope that Lena might one day recover her memories evaporates in that moment. Kara feels the tears spring to her eyes, but she blinks them back before Lena can see them.

She shakes her head and pastes on a smile. “That’s okay. Your memories may not come back, but that doesn’t have to matter. You have friends here, and not just me. James, and Sam, and Alex… you can make new memories, if you want. You don’t have to be alone.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

Kara’s heart trips in her chest, and her breath locks behind her ribs.

“But I would like to know you better. If you– I know I’ve been awful to you, I’m sorry…”

“Already forgotten,” Kara promises swiftly. It’s true, but Rao she’ll say anything she has to if it means Lena will open the door again.

Lena nods, swallowing again. “Then, if you’re agreeable, maybe… maybe we could get to know each other again?”

“I would really, really like that.”

They go for coffee that night. Supergirl flies off, and meets Lena on the street as Kara Danvers. In the light of the foyer, Lena studies her, as though looking for hints of Supergirl.

“Miss Danvers,” she greets. Kara’s chest constricts painfully at the resumed formality.

She swallows. “Hi.”

“What was the question I wanted to ask my brother on Thanksgiving?”

Kara blinks, then softens into a relieved smile. “Why,” she answers. Her grin grows when Lena breaks into a tiny smile of her own. Her eyebrows lift, and her head tilts towards the door.

“Shall we?”

With that, they strike out into the dark, together.

#prompt #anon #lena memory loss #amnesia #lena luthor #supercorp #kara danvers #supergirl #i didn't have time to delve into her recovery #but i like the hopefulness of the ending #it's not all better #not yet #but they might get there #you know?#hope its okay

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docholligay · 2 years ago

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Oh man, I am one of the world’s PREMIER haters. For as much a hater as I am, you have no idea how much hating I keep to myself on a daily fucking basis. I was FAR ahead of the curve on hating Harry Potter, long before JKR showed her ass. I was not team “Don’t read Harry Potter because JKR is a shitbag.” I was team “don’t read Harry Potter because it’s bad.” And I am a PETTY hater, to be sure.

ANYWAY, taking aside those obvious answers above--all of which i agree with--I have to think about ONE thing that I would take out of the timeline, only one! When there are SO MANY things I hate.

Obligatory you’re allowed to like whatever you like I’m not insulting you as a person I think you are lovely and a supergenius and your hair smells like roses and fresh rain. This does not mean you should stop talking about the thing you like. You could spit directly in my face while saying, ‘If you talk about Overwatch again, i WILL scream” and I would carelessly wipe it off my face while going, ‘I was thinking last night about whether I think lena would prefer jaffa cakes or Jammie dodgers--” and I encourage you to have the same energy. Have I soothed you enough? Okay.

So, a sampling of some of my long list of things I can’t stand/think are fucking stupid/am so ungodly tired of hearing about: The whole the Ninth thing, Pokemon, Miraculous Ladybug, anything to do with Kiera Knightly, Ace Attorney, The meme that mostly implies y’all don’t ever read the fucking news, and tumblr’s reading of any psychology text.

But the thing I would destroy? The thing I would nuke from orbit, then burn, then salt the earth for?

Critical Role.

But Doc, you may say, this seems so very weirdly chill for you to be so mad about.

I am a person with limited time on my hands. I don’t even like to watch TV much because of the time involved. I don’t watch videos because this meeting could have and should have been a fucking email--write a goddamn article that I can actually reference.

I wasted 16 hours of my LIFE, because people were telling me the story was SO AMAZING. I could neither confirm nor deny that! Because in 16 hours we got fuck all NOWHERE. I am convinced that if a tabletop RPG is not the worst storytelling medium ever conceived, it’s right up there with interpretative perfume collections. And I even play tabletop games! (Which in fairness means I should have known better) This is not me hating on the concept of playing a game.

But Jesus Christ, how do y’all have the emotional energy to microdose a story over 2874649 hours while simultaneously reblogging how modern life doesn’t leave us time for anything? And people don’t just listen (I tried this! It was more successful, but still bonked) they fucking sit there and watch people sitting at a table talking to each other in voices while the story arc has moved .56% over three hours. I am too ADHD for this shit. I cannot.

And that was one thing. I can just be privately mad that I wasted my own personal time.

BUT THEN, I COULD NOT FUCKING ESCAPE IT. Matt Mercer’s face was everywhere, his voice haunting my nightmares, fucking drawings of their characters everywhere, and just when I thought it would wrap up, they just started another one, and, with my Premier Hater Goggles on, I can only hope that the fact that everyone is turning on D&D means that I get to stop hearing about someone’s fucking game night.

So yes, if it were up to me, Critical Role would never have existed, thank you and goodnight.

If you could delete one mainstream media movie/book/series/intellectual property from existence, entirely removing it from everyone's memory and cauterizing the timeline so it cannot reemerge, what would it be?

Mine would be Minions.

(Answers more interesting than JKR/Star Wars/MCU/GRRM are more fun. What PERSONALLY just makes you FURIOUS to have to look at it?)

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god-has-entered-my-body · 6 months ago

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lena's dream log: the goth one

- fourth instalment -

right so i'm like. seventeen sixteen in this dream? idk but i looked in the mirror and was the SPITTING image of teenage me so yes. i'm in this bus right and it stops at this weird stop next to the woods in my hometown. This sketchy group of people get on and one of them shoved this bag into my hands and i'm like ??????? okay queen i guess this is mine now

then there's four cops in the bus and for some reason i know they're looking for me so i smash this glas window next to me and bolt out of it bag in hand. WHY DO I STILL HAVE THIS BAG? no clue BUT i'm with one of my mates i know i didn't know back then but i just DONT question it in the slightest and keep running

i'm being chased by these fuckass city orga cops down this hill and my mate trips and falls and just disappears whatever i don't question it because i'm SPRINTING at this point.

i reach this weird drugstore that looks somewhat familiar but only on the outside the inside is way too big and literally has everything imaginable and i'm just like. okay this is happening now. i run to hide and see a bunch of people i know i should know and one of them i recognise as my friend sahara and i go up to her being like GIRL IM BEING CHASED???? and she's like yeah obv you have a BOMB

So apparently i have a bomb in my bag and i drop this bitch IMMEDIATELY book it into the sex toys section and hide while they search the place and i'm like???????? HUH and they eventually leave

i go outside and jesus fucking christ the street is filled with goths. i wish i was kidding everyone was in full trad goth makeup and holding crosses and those weird fire things whatever I STILL don't question it and start trying to find ANYONE i know. i'm walking through this crowd of goth folks and reach a weird wooden stage and sahara appears behind me with this absolutely massive spliff (like at least four feet tall she's just hauling the thing) COPS COME AGAIN and i'm running once more towards this stage and that when i see children?????

these kids are fully performing a really shite dance routine to bad blood by taylor swift like costumes and shitty makeup everything and there's a bunch of people in rows of chairs (their parents????) watching the show and clapping and holding up signs that i couldn't really read

right so i somehow skip to a part where all of these aforementioned goths are sitting in a circle and there's this MASSIVE bonfire in the middle right in front of me but it feels cold and not like fire

again more cops and they start arresting everyone and suddenly there THE BOMB GOES OFF AND ITS RIGHT NEXT TO ME and i fly through the air like i'm bibi bloxberg so i'm soaring and land in this bed just chilling in the middle of the road and i'm like ??? okay queen i guess i'm here now

theres this weird PA announcement thing that just tells everyone to beware of the satanists roaming the streets and theres like. old german ladies multiplying in the windows staring into my soul and i'm TERRIFIED but in a silly way because what the fuck mate what am i DOING

anyway everyone gets lined up and "processed" ?????? in the middle of the street ???????? okay whatever suddenly there's a bottle of pink whitney's (shout out wife) in my hand and i'm drinking it and everyone has the same bottle while simultaneously being in handcuffs ??? do they have four arms ????

okay whatever and then i wake up literally sweating and my face is puffy and THIRSTY and also somewhat convinced i'm still dreaming because what the FUCK just happened to me

yay another dream log i totally didn't have to douse myself in cold water after this one

#wow this one was #intense #this is all i remember i think there was more #lenas dream log

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eggsyunwinftw · 7 years ago

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Dr Jones? (Indiana Jones Imagine)

Because there just isn’t enough content for the gorgeous Indiana Jones. Hope you enjoy this, and I’m sorry it’s been so long. I truly appreciate you all for sticking with me. If you have any prompts, I’m happy to take them for other characters as well <3 Enjoy!

TW: Threat, violence, excessive descriptions of Indiana’s muscles

“Dr Jones?” You poked your head around the door of your colleague’s classroom, smiling despite yourself when you saw him bent over his desk, fascinated by sone notebook that he shoved in his briefcase as soon as he saw you enter.

“Y/N! Good to see you!” He sat up straight and cleared some space on his desk, which you immediately perched on, smoothing down your dress and looking around the classroom, eyes settling on a bookcase filled to the brim with novels and textbooks, practically creaking under the weight.

“I just wanted to borrow a book - and say I’m glad to see you back,” Dr Jones left frequently for his archaeological digs, and you were pleasantly surprised whenever he returned.

He gestured towards the bookcase, smiling over his glasses as you walked towards it, running your finger down the spines. Your eyes locked on one old battered copy of a book, and you gently pulled it from the shelf.

You raised an eyebrow at the man sat opposite you.

“I didn’t take you for a fiction lover, Dr Jones,” You held up the book as he read the title.

“The Lost City of Paititi - that’s an interesting one. Old, too. The only copy of it in the world…” You watched his eyebrows furrow slightly as he jotted something down on his notepad.

“And I’m full of surprises, Y/N. Just because I teach about the history of the world doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy make-believe...”

You smiled, putting the book into your bag and heading for the door.

“For an archaeologist, you’re surprisingly fun,” You teased, and he rolled his eyes at you, shooing you from the room.

“You’re cruel, Y/N. Enjoy the book.”

You left his classroom and wandered to your car, where you pulled out the book and began to read. The yellowed pages were crisp in your hands; they were faded with age and covered in notes, from Dr Jones himself.

***

You saw Indiana the next day, as you wandered to your classroom to prepare for your first lecture of the day. The archaeologist rushed down the corridor, clutching his briefcase with a death grip.

“Christ!” You cried as the two of you collided, sending you sprawling to the ground in a pile of books and papers.

“Damnit! I’m sorry -” He looked up at you, suddenly realising who you were, “- Y/N!” He smiled, a charming grin that set your heart racing. He pushed his glasses back up his nose and helped you to gather your papers. The book he’d lend you had slid across the hall, landing at the bottom of the staircase. You picked it up, slipping it back into your bag and moving to help Indiana with his briefcase.

He was already bent over it, shoving items into it with a desperate vigour. You barely caught a glimpse of its contents (something small that shone in the bright overhead lights) before he snapped the case shut and got to his feet.

“Sorry, Dr Jones. I didn’t mean to -” He shook his head, squeezing your wrist in reassurance.

“Not your fault. I’ll see you later, Y/N.” He smiled at you and was gone. You noticed that he was walking faster than usual and that he had a slight limp.

More importantly, he was hobbling in the exact opposite direction to his classroom.

Narrowing your eyes, you let it slide, vowing to keep a close eye on your colleague.

***

Dr Jones must have secretly had an excellent taste in books. As an English professor, you loathed to pass up a book recommendation, although Indiana’s last few suggestions had appeared impossibly boring.

“Pottery in Archaeology? Sounds… riveting.” Indiana could tell you didn’t mean it, so you carefully placed the book back on his shelf. You were sat in his classroom with a steaming mug of coffee, listening to him murmur about artefacts as he sporadically passed you books.

“You sound so interested, Y/N. I hope I’m not boring you,” You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder, turning to face him.

“Come on, Dr Jones. You must have something exciting to tell me. Discovered any civilisations lately?” he chuckled like he was in on a secret you were unaware of.

“Just ancient rocks for me. Life of an archaeologist.”

You were curious about the book he’d lent you; it appeared no one else in the English faculty had heard of it. You had scoured the campus library for any record of such a text, and none had appeared. There was nothing you could find, apart from an obscure telegram about an increasing underground interest in the gold hidden in the lost city.

Perhaps Indiana was telling the truth. Maybe it was one of a kind.

The pages were crisp and yellowed with age, with Indiana’s scribbles in the margins. Some of the words were obscured by splotches of water. The book was older than you could imagine, and the thought of it being the only one of its kind made your heart race with excitement.

***

A week passed before you saw Dr Jones again. This time, it was three o’clock in the morning and your landline was ringing.

Groggily, you stumbled out of bed and grabbed the phone, mumbling a hello.

“Y/N? Thank God,” Indiana’s voice was instantly recognisable even with the crackling of the phone line.

“Indy? What’s wrong?” He didn’t reply for a second, and you began to wonder if you were dreaming. Until a loud knock could be heard at your front door, and you jumped, suddenly alert.

“Just stay inside, okay? Don’t move, don’t answer the door.” A loud crash could be heard from outside.

You backed away into the corner of your living room, still holding the phone.

“WHat’s happening? Indy, who’s outside?” You could hear rustling over the phone like he was getting ready to leave.

“It’s okay, doll, I’m coming. They want the book, keep it safe -” The line cut out, and all you could hear was silence on the other end.

Outside your house, the intruders appeared to have gone quiet. You stood still, rooted to the spot, clutching the phone to your chest and breathing heavily.

Silence.

You moved backwards, creeping to the door to run back to your room. You gripped the phone tighter. Your heart pounded. Slow, slow, slow.

The window in front of you shattered and glass flew across the room. It sliced your face and you stumbled backwards. You let out a scream as a tall man stalked towards you, followed by a burly henchman and a woman with a gun. You struggled backwards, your silk pyjamas catching on the wooden floor. The man yanked you up and grabbed your throat, his breath hot on your skin.

“Where is it?! You gasped, black spots appearing in your vision. Just tell them! Your mind screamed, but something overpowered it - something that trusted Indiana Jones more than you had expected.

You spat at the man holding you, desperately trying to shake off his grasp.

With courage you didn’t know you had, you kicked him in the shins and when he stumbled backwards, you ran - down the hall, and into your room where you slammed the door and leant against it. Your heart pounded in your chest, veins flushed with adrenaline.

“Open up!” The woman yelled, her fists pummelling the door. You shook with fear; what could you even use as a weapon? There was nothing in the room apart from your lamp, and… the book!

You launched yourself across the room, snatching the weathered copy of Indiana’s book and showing it in a box under your bed. Just as you turned to face the door, the invaders shoved through and strode towards you.

Grasping your hair in one hand, the woman pulled you to your feet before throwing you down on the other side of the room.

“Jesus, Lena - don’t mess her up too bad. We still need the goods,” She rolled her eyes at her burly companion, but instead of attacking you again, she crouched beside you, a small knife in the palm of her hand.

“Tell us where the book is, and we’ll let you go. Maybe we’ll let your adventurer friend live too…” You furrowed your brow in confusion.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” The men hissed and one reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small revolver. The woman must have heard them cock the pistol because she shook her head almost imperceptibly and moved her knife to your arm.

“Not yet. I want to make her talk.”

***

Indiana Jones looked incredibly out of place in your quiet suburban neighbourhood. He had his usual suit trousers on, paired with a white shirt and a battered fedora that cast a formidable shadow through the streets. He felt his bag with one hand and made a mental inventory of its contents - a handgun, a bullwhip and a flashlight.

Your house stood across from him, slightly isolated compared to the other homes in the suburban neighbourhood. From the outside, it appeared entirely normal, but the pile of shattered glass at the side told a different story.

He crept to the door, reaching into his bag for the spare key you’d given him weeks ago. Unlocking the door as stealthily as he could, he stepped into your hallway, following the quiet groans and murmured threats to your bedroom. Back pressed against the wall, he took a breath and began to orchestrate his plan.

---

“Still not talking, professor?” You shook your head, somehow staying lucid despite your swimming vision. The larger burly man moved towards you, gripping your chin between two fingers.

“Just give us that book - and we can let you go. Maybe you’ll even get some of the gold,” You ignored him, turning your face away but he didn’t let go; in fact, he raised his fist and slapped you across the face. You felt blood leak from your nose and you sprawled to the floor, letting out a defeated cry.

The woman shook her head, picking up her knife once again and holding it at your chest.

“Last chance. Give me the book. I swear to God, I will kill you -” You felt panic chill your blood. Last chance…

The knife moved closer to your chest at the silence. Breathe. Just tell them, you thought, but you couldn’t make yourself give up that stupid book or Indiana.

Closer now, you could feel it poke against your sternum when -

The knife was yanked away by something - a whip? Oh God, a whip. A man in a fedora stood in the door, reeling in his bullwhip and holding a pistol towards to gang.

“Get out,” He hissed, in a frightening twist on a very familiar voice. You looked up in shock and saw Dr Jones, his shirt ripped and his gun cocked, moving towards the attackers as they backed away.

“Indiana Jones…” You heard the woman murmur, and he advanced further towards them.

“Leave. You don't wanna know what happens when you don’t follow my orders,” The burly man looked smug as moved towards Indiana, who suddenly pulled the trigger and got a clean shot at the man’s leg. He howled, and his cronies grabbed his arms and began to pull him from the house.

Indiana bent down next to you, tucking the smoking shotgun into his bag along with the bullwhip. He reached out, almost as if to hold you, but quickly pulled back and instead cupped your cheek.

“Jesus, doll, are you okay? I’m so sorry -” You shook your head blearily, and gently leant your head against his shoulder.

“S’alright,” You muttered, and he chuckled, lightly petting your hair.

“C’mon, my cars outside. I’m taking you to my house.” He picked you up, and through the hazy fog about to take you under, you shook your head and grabbed his shoulder.

“The book!” You called out. He shot you a confused look and then his eyes widened. Moving with a practised ease, he reentered the bedroom swiftly, following your shaky hand as you pointed to the book’s hiding spot.

He pulled it out and placed it in your hands; the pair of you left the room as Indiana grabbed a dress from your closet and your briefcase.

“Thanks, Indy…” You murmured, feeling close to unconsciousness.

“It’s alright, doll. Thanks for keeping the book safe - I just wish you hadn’t had to get hurt,” You shook your head, nuzzling further into his chest.

Your eyes slipped shut and you finally let the darkness take you over, from the warm strength of Dr Jones’ arms.

When you woke up, you were curled up in an unfamiliar bed, a shadowy figure perched next to you in an armchair. Confused, you sat up slowly as your head began to pound.

“Where am I?” You slurred, and the figure reached out a hand to grasp yours.

“My house, Y/N. You’re safe here,” You nodded, beckoning him onto the bed. He sat beside you, flicking on a light despite the sunshine sneaking under the blinds. In his hands was the book you’d nearly died to protect.

“I’m glad the book’s safe,” Indiana shook his head, gently wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. If I’d known they’d come after you…” He trailed off and you placed a hand against his cheek.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline or the woozy state of your brain, but you felt another burst of courage. Turning to face Indy, you pressed your lips to his.

He was shocked for a moment, but a calloused hand grabbed your waist and kissed you hard.

When you pulled away, he leant his forehead against yours.

“You know, I need someone to come with me and track down those bastards,” You grinned against his lips.

“Sounds good, Jones. Sounds real good.”

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btsmixz · 6 years ago

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SKATES & FISTS | 6

Pairing: Reader x Jimin (slight Reader x Yoongi) (All members appear) Genre: Angst, Slight Horror, Gang Related Rating: PG-13 Pages: 11 Words: 5041 🐝CW: cursing (maybe?) Summary: “As quick as you are on the ice… you need to be twice as fast, in order to be with me”

Masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 coming soon!!

a/n: Part 6 of the story ! ! 💓 💓 💓 💓 💓 💓

Chapter 6

- Beans -

“JESUS CHRIST!” Helena’s scritching voice fills the whole household. I nearly poke myself in the eye with my eyeliner from her sudden outburst.

“Are you okay?” I yell towards the door.

“Yeah, I’m good!” She heckles back to me from beyond the door.

Moments later the sound of her pitter patter footsteps go past my door defending down the stairs.

I wonder who Tae’s trying to get pick the three of us up? I mean it’s not like we don’t have plenty of time until we leave, a whole three hours left. The lot of us might end up sharing an Uber.

I want to know soon though. I may as well ask seeing how I’m done my makeup now. I stand from the floor, sadly my desk hasn’t been put together yet one out of 90 things to do still.

I swing open my door heading for the stairs. “Helena!” I lightly yell from the top of the stairs, making my way down. No reply.

“Lena!” I raise my voice slightly louder. I reach the end of the stairs and find her by the door entrance.

“Shhh!” She waves me with her hand.

“Who are you stalking now?” She pouts at me and I raise my eyebrows expectantly.

“Come,” she beckons me on to follow her and I obey.

We crowd by the curtain and she points for where I should be looking. All I see is what looks like two people outside. One who I assume is Tae, maybe?

“You see this, two beans, on our porch,” She eyes me with raised eyebrows and I end up smiling.

“Who?” I squint looking through the small opening she made in the curtain. One of the guys aka Tae was blocking the other so her work of pointing in front of me has done nothing.

“Literally-it’s his friend Natalia. The one that was here the other day, lover boy Jimin-I’m pretty sure,” I turned to look back at her.

“Jimin?” I look back to Helena and squint at her. None of this makes sense.

Was he not the host? “Isn’t he the one throwing the party?” I cross my arms and plop myself down on the couch, I watch her continue to look outside.

“Yeah-but it doesn’t start for another couple hours, I guess Taehyung asked Jimin-or maybe he offered?” She played with her hair unbothered and then she looked me dead in the face blankly.

“Are you uncomfortable with him. . . Because of what happened?” I open my mouth only to pout moments later.

“I’m so stupid! Why didn’t I consider this earlier, oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” She sulks rushing over to me sitting next to me. I stare at her unfazed.

“Really-“ I go to say more but am interrupted by the door opening and with it, a roaring laugh fills the room.

“I’m fine ok, that’s not why I was confused,” I pay her head and smile.

She raises an eyebrow and crosses her own arms, “Are you sure?” She asks me again.

The laughter in the room subsides abruptly. Taehyung appears out from the entrance way and into the living room with pouty lips.

“What’s wrong?” Tae asks raising his hands to his hips.

“Something happened?” Jimin then joins besides Tae looking up from his phone.

“No, nothing. I just… hurt my wrist while me and Helena were goofing around, just now,” I hold my left wrist up. I wish people would see that I’m really okay.

I scratch my head from the silence that has encumbered the room and look at Jimin.

Other than Tae not fully believing me, I’d say they looked pretty stylish. Jimin had on a white, what are they called again-oh bowling shirts, with sleeves that ended right at the elbow. His shirt has a black printed design on it, he paired it with black jeans. Lowkey me and Jimin are matching with our white and black outfits.

Tae on the other hand rocks a loose dark royal blue long sleeve shirt and, grey-black jeans. Sunglasses are rest in his hair, probably from earlier today.

“Oh, well-we-should, get going,” Jimin gently spoke out into the quiet room.

“Don’t want people showing up without me there,” He half laughed and I nodded standing up alongside Helena.

Driving down the narrow road of Jimin’s street was like entering a new world. All these houses look brand new, they must have just been constructed, though, a lot of the houses are vacant from the ‘for sale’ signs plunged in the lawns of the properties. Part of me is surprised that he lives in such a beautiful neighborhood, how can he even afford this? On the other hand, I’m shocked at how close it is to our own housing district.

The car slows and pulls into a driveway and up into his garage. Bright white lights, light the interior as the car enters it.

“Okay, we-are-here,” Jimin unlocks the doors of his car and everyone gets out simultaneously.

Jimin opens the door to his house from his garage and the

For someone who was an athlete in the training, he had his house in impeccable shape, It looked like a typical modern house that you’d see in movies… it sort of reminded me of the house the Cullens family had in Twilight, just smaller and if I’m being honest I don’t really remember what their house looked like. My memory consists of their large glass windows that opened up their living room, Jimin’s kitchen could be seen from where we stood where we’ve taken off our shoes, very open concept. A large staircase was unmissable in front of us.

The house itself looked like he never lived a day in it… that's how clean and sleek everything was. But randomly there would be pops of yellow and blue played in the space some colour.

It feels so empty, uh, I can’t find the word to describe it. For such a small space it’s so… so-ughhh, never mind. Maybe he just moved in that's why the ‘cozy’ feeling is missing, I don’t know.

“Drinks are in the fridge beer, vodka, smirnoff, soju, whatever you guys want I got at least one case of it,” Jimin points to the fridge walking towards a speaker by the TV with Tae.

“And here I thought you were cutting back on drinking,” Tae says in a mocking tone and gets a slap from Jimin on the arm.

“Shut up,” he sighs out.

“Everyone should be showing up relatively soon,” a smile rests on Jimin’s face as he looks to Tae and he nods agreeing.

I follow Helena to the kitchen where she's already grabbing some vodka and four shot glasses.

“Come let's take a shot, the four of us,” Lena waves them over and they soon round the island counter.

She pours them and out reach our hands. We all cheers at once and for a split second my eyes travel to Jimin’s and his to mine.

DING~

Almost on cue, the doorbell rings and we all let out a laugh. Jimin gets the door while Tae goes back to the stereo and starts playing a playlist from apple music.

A few shots in…

“Yoongi-hyung-“ Jimin’s voice suddenly turns to that of a child's, and I see him run over to the door and almost tackle the poor man.

Wait… isn’t that-Yoongi from my class? Or am I thinking of someone else? Jimin did say Yoongi-hyung, so is this someone else? Well, I’ll find out soon eno-

“Tae! Yoongi-hyung actually came!” He screams into the room as he drags someone behind him.

The people around us seem to be unbothered by his antics and rather laugh along.

Jimin makes his way past us in a hurry and to a tall dude with white-silver hair, the guy he drags behind him seems to be sulkily following him but doesn’t complain. That’s when I see it, the M.Y. As if war flashbacks run through my mind the events of meeting him hit me like a wall.

“You good?” Tae touches behind my neck and I look to him with the same shook face that has disavowed upon me.

“Totally.”

I walk off up to Helena and chill next to her while she pours herself a drink. I should chill and grab a drink too. I look back to Tae and he seems to have joined Jimin and Yoongi, already found purchase of a cup in his hand. He knows him too? Why hasn’t he ever said?

Yoongi seems fairly popular with everyone but he seems to only give each person who approaches him a nod; if he knows them they seem to call him Suga but even then those few people get at most a miniscule smile. Jimin, on the other hand, doesn’t unlink their hands a.k.a dragging Yoongi everywhere his tipsy ass will take them.

Part of me forgets that Yoongi even with his quiet demeanor is actually a fairly known shaker online and well… I guess from all the attention he’s getting at College too… I gotta stop calling this place a College, because the way they want my grades and performances to look, that ain’t it, nowhere close to being College expectations.

An hour and a few more than a few drinks later…

“He really took him up! I thought they were off that shit and made a truth to each other,” Tae threw his head back in laughter.

One way to tell he’s drunk for sure is to listen to all the curse words that slip out. But how can I judge, I know I’m getting close to my limit too.

“Who did?” I look to where Tar is pointing and barely catch a glimpse of someone pitter-pattering up the stairs.

My eyes travel back to Tae and I tap his shoulder to bring back his attention.

“They went up-to-do, you know…” He pauses with his cute box smile and looks me deep in my eyes. “The hooky-nookie,” Tae laughs out into the room again catching the eyes some others at the party.

Tae points his finger in the air after swallowing another sip of his straight vodka-coke mixed drink. “I dare you to go up there and scare them!” he raises his eyebrows. “Or you can take 6 shots,” His box smile spoils into a devilish smirk and all I know is, that ain't it. Not today Satan.

“Fuck that, I’ll do the first dare,” I stand abruptly only to have Helena hold on to me so I don’t fall.

“Yeah!” Tae cheers clapping his hands.

Maybe this wasn’t the greatest idea considering the number of shots I already have, running through my system, just maybe this wasn’t a good idea… but, here we are… on a boat-on a plane-fuck you Daniel Cook.

I get my ass upstairs and the sound difference is amazing, no more raging music in my ears, just mumbled laughter and hard base from the music. All I got to do now is… wait what am I supposed to do exactly? Fuck.

“No-jus-” I hear muffled laughter near me and I honestly can’t decipher if it’s coming from the room or downstairs.

“H-are you,” I narrow my eyes to the sound of someone speaking again.

I waddle myself to the door on the left and hold on to the handle, I wonder whos in there, it looked like a female going up the stairs but Tae said Jimin came up here, who the fuck knows.

A muffled voice laughs from inside the room before I hear them speak. “Okay, what really-really-really made you-” I trip into the door and my hand slips opening it.

“Oops…” I hold onto the frame of the door one hand still on the doorknob and I adjust myself to my once upright position.

My eyes travel up to find Jimin, lounging back on his elbows, and next to him holding a pillow in his lap is Yoongi.

“Hey-Tali~, did you follow us,” He sits up from his elbows and eyes me up and down.

“Surprise,” I whisper and smile at them both. “It was a-stunt-I mean no, not a stunt… a prank,” I shift my weight to lean on the door frame.

“A dare?” The corner of Yoongi’s mouth curls up as if he knows exactly what happened. “From who?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Um, Tae-Taehyung,” I stutter and hug my waist, abandoning the doorknob completely. “He said,” I scuff before continuing. “He said you guys were doing the hookie nookie,” I giggle to myself from the thought.

“We were about to…” Jimin scratches the back of his head looking to the floor.

My eyes widen and I look to Yoongi. “Oh, I’m sorry… he just-I thought he was joking,” I shake my head and my hand finds purchase back door handle and I push myself off from the door frame.

I hear one of them say wait lightly but this feels like enough embarrassment for now. I turn around slowly and begin walking back down the narrow hallway.

I jolt when I feel something grab my shoulder. “I said wait,” I turn to find Yoongi. “He was just messing around,” He gestures to Jimin in the room.

Jimin comes up behind him and kisses his neck, only to have Yoongi squirm away haphazardly. “No, I wasn’t,” He pouts in Yoongi’s face but he just slaps his stomach lightly.

“Yah-” He sounds like he’s about to go off on him but his face goes pliant and he shrugs it off.

“Let’s go back~” He takes both our hands and brings us back in the room, he sets us down on the bed then goes into the room's closet.

“What now, it's turning into a threesome, we haven’t even made up,” He half-laughs out and lays down on the bed.

Tae what’d you get me into…

“So you are two couple?” I blurt out but quickly cover my mouth. That was for me more so than for them.

“Which is completely fine… I just never knew you liked men, if you like men,” I lick my lips and stare down into my hands.

“We’re…” he glances over at Jimin who pauses briefly before continuing to rummage through the closet. “We’re complicated, but aren't in a relationship,” Yoongi chuckles and looks over at me.

Yoongi’s eyes drift back to Jimin before he continues. “Jimin is just… super touchy-when he’s had some alcohol… and he hasn’t seen me since I got back so… he’s super hyped-” Jimin interrupts Yoongi with an obnoxious hum causing a small sigh to escape Yoongi’s lips.

Jimin’s eyes narrow at Yoongi as he zones in on him. “Don’t make sun of my tipsy dipsy self,” He places his hands on his hips and walks towards Yoongi, slowly wobbling in his last step.

Jimin stops just short of touching his knees with his own legs grazing. I look down at Yoongi and his eyes are locked with Jimin’s. “Tipsy, Chimmy, Dimminy,” Jimin and I laugh out and he actually tips over onto both of us sending our backs flat against the bed with a giggles corpse on top of us.

BANG

I jump grabbing onto Jimin and Yoongi beside me. “Jimin they got in the pool!” Silence settles the room from a bug-eyed wild Taehyung appears in the room before us all.

His half-open mouth turns into an ‘o’ shape and he narrows his eyes at Jimin. “B-but I’ll-I’ll handle it,” He looks to the floor with determination and nods to himself then shuts the door.

All three of us look at each other. And before Jimin can go to speak he’s interrupted when Helena flings open the door.

“Natalia, are you… okay?” Helena’s voice quickly drowns out as her eyes land on me and the other two.

“Oh,” She shakes her head and smiles.

“I didn’t realize I was interrupting-I-seen Tae when I came out the washroom and was… curious,” I narrow my eyes and smile at her slyly.

“What do you mean?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Were just talking,” I giggle.

Jimin turns to me and Yoongi. “This is a bery-interesting conversation,” Jimin slurs in a whisper and his eyes widen.

Yoongi throws his head back and chuckles lightly to himself.

“I should get’d up,” Jimin pushes off from the bed and looks between us all awkwardly.

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” He bites his bottom lip and then pushes past Helena.

“Me too,” Yoongi breaths out.

He practically dashes out the room and I lay blank faces on the bed to whom I don’t know belongs to.

“We should go too,” I point to Helena and she just shakes her head and smiles.

“Are you ok?” She asks eyebrows creasing the slightest.

“Yepp,” I try and push myself off the bed like them two but only find that I get dizzy from the act.

“Let’s go,” Helena muses.

I extend my hand to her and she pulls me up from the bed.

“So y'all were really getting to know each other, huh,” her tone is teasing and my face turns sour.

“Maybe.”

I walk faster and am the first one to walk down the stairs. Once I’m at the landing of the stairs I look outside and see two figures running around outside through the large windows in the back of the house. Without a doubt, it was Tae basically asasin-creeding the other dude's tackling the equally as tall guy to the ground.

“That looks like it went well,” Helen said watching the same act.

As time goes by in the party the people who showed seem to be still going strong; yelling and laughing as if they haven’t been here all night, including me. Tae and his friends seem to be having a ball, while I and Helen chill on the kitchen counter asking one another who the hottest in the room is… well up until now.

“ Pukey-had so much potential,” Lena looks at this guy as if he’s her long-lost lover and it sort of hilarious.

Pukey had dyed blue hair and a small mouse-like face… but not in an ugly way. I think his real name was Chase or maybe it was Jake? Who cares his new name is Pukey.

Pukey fell back on the wall and Tae flips into action making a beeline in his direction. I tap Helena and she looks to me and then follows my eyes to Tae.

“What’s he-“

Before Lena can finish her sentence Tae is pulling the guy out of the room and into the living room.

“I wonder why, that, happened,” poke my face in Lena’s direction.

Lena returns a glare to be before saying. “I don’t know,” she forcefully smiles at me and I nod.

“He likes you, Lena,” I whisper.

Laughter erupts from her whole being just in time when Tae hops back into the already crowded kitchen. I wave him down and jump off the table.

“Hey Tae, come keep her company-gotta pee,” I speed off after hearing the way Helena chokes from my comment.

I don’t turn back knowing death is already telepathically being sent my way by Lena. I mean I didn’t lie all the way, only I have the feeling to pee now and not before.

I snake my way through the people in the living room finding my way to the bathroom, only to find out that someone’s in there doing something a little more than peeing. Upstairs hopefully, I trot my way up and wrap around the hallway. I guess if I pee now I won’t be able to stop, what a-

“I thought-“ I yelp jumping away from where ever that voice came from.

“What the fuc-“ I stop myself from finishing that sentence because my eyes land on a very amused Jimin standing opposite the door.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” He holds up his hands a light laugh emitting his lips.

I wave him off and smile. “It’s ok.”

He leans in slightly as if he’s gonna say something and I perk up waiting for his question. He seems to change his mind mid-thought and leans his weight back on the wall.

“What’s-up,” I ask pushing hair behind my ear.

The small fright must have scared the remainder of my buzz away along with it.

His eyes shoot up to my own and he licks his bottom lip biting it for a second, I catch myself drifting between his lips and eyes and decide the floors the safe route.

“Nothing,” He inhales and rests his head on the back wall.

“Just a little light-headed, I was waiting for someone to come up here,” He looks away from me biting his lip.

I look up to him and frown, he’s been just waiting here until someone came

“I’m fine… I-shouldn’t be drinking at the moment. But I’m a little irresponsible and…” He continues to try and explain but gives me a half smiles instead.

How do you go from being tipsy and flinging yourself around, to relatively calm and collective? He doesn’t even seem the same in the slightest.

Suddenly My urge to pee dissipates. “Do you want to go sit down? I can help,” I take a step towards him and he stiffens slightly.

“That’d be nice.” He gives me a stiff nod.

I hold up my hands slightly. “If you want to be alone that’s totally fine too…” I clasp my hands backing off.

“I’d like to sit, if you’d like to help me,” His brow raises and he tilts his head.

Shit, I totally was off. I reach out slowly to wrap his arm around my shoulder and I place my hand around his torso helping him to walk.

“The room is fine,” He points the door a cross from the bathroom.

I was heading to the room we were in last time but I abruptly stop and head to the one he suggests. We stop just as we enter the room and I watch him close his eyes tightly, he breaths out an ‘ok’ and I flicked the light on and we continue to the bed in front of us. I place him down in an upright position.

“There we go,” I rub his arm lightly and he moves away from it.

I look around the room averting his eyes.

“Sorry if I scared you,” I feel his eyes on me but I look at the bed sheets instead.

The first thing I think of is what happened that night those guys came and I shake my head. “It’s ok, you, I wasn’t scared of you… I was just disgusted that someone would try and hurt someone like that,”

I glance at him and his eyes are squinted after a moment he makes an ‘o’ with his lips. “I’m sorry, I meant just now.” His eyes flutter and he bites his lip.

“I can be a bit, hard to understand,” He half smiles and runs his hands through his hair.

“No-no, I’m kind of all over the place sometimes too, especially right now apparently,” Before he goes to respond I continue to talk.

“Did you want some water? You said you're dizzy, right?” I slowly back away from him.

He gives a small nod.

“I’ll bring some,” as soon as I finish I turn and leave the room.

I make my way down the stairs again. I glance at the people now surrounding the coffee table in the living room, talking was the same guy I seen when I arrived, with the white-silver hair. He looks to be explaining some card game to a few people listening paying attention. I squish through the still super full kitchen and manage to grab a glass to pour some water.

“You were up there long.”

I turn to the voice and find Pukey brows raised and leaning on the counter next to me.

“Yeah-had to pee,” I put the water jug back in the fridge and zoot off passing the living room, where the card game seems to have finally picked up, then back up and into the room once again.

I walk back in the room and find Jimin lying flat on the bed with his eyes. Is he fucking dead! What the fuck! Maybe he passed out?

“Jimin?” I squeal out and quickly place his water on the nightstand.

I shake his leg and he flinches his eyes flinging wide open as blinks a few times. “What? What happened? Did someone pass out downstairs?” He pushes himself up into a sitting position but shuts his eyes tightly before trying to focus on my face kneeled before him.

“No, everything’s fine… I just thought that you passed out.” I sigh in relief and pick his water up again to hand to him.

“This looks interesting,” He stares down at me and I look down at myself and then stand.

A small giggle emits from him.

I pick up the glass and pass it to him. “Here.”

He takes it grinning.

“Thanks, and sorry.” He half laughs and I smile.

“Did you want me to tell Yoongi to come up?” His brows crease and he looks up at me again.

“Why-“ he draws out in which I can only describe as a defensive whine.

“I just don’t want you to be alone, that’s all.” I laugh out.

“Why can’t you stay?” He watches me and I look away from his intense stare.

“I can do that too, you two just seemed close. And wanted to talk, that’s all” I move from in front of him and sit next to him on the bed, it bounces a little and Jimin shakes slightly.

“I like him, he’s been my friend for so-so long.” He sighs lightly.

“You like-like him right… more than a friend.” I ask.

“Sometimes.” He sips his water and watches it in the glass.

“I mean I’m not the one with that problem… I-” he stops himself and takes a sip.

You’d think this would be drunk talk but he seemed fine in the hallway, I’m not all the way convinced.

“What do-” I try but he cuts me off.

“Nothing-forget it, I say stupid stuff when I’ve been drinking.” Jimin’s voice is frantic and his eyes look pleadingly at me.

I’m still not sure if I believe you, but okay I guess.

“Oh-you mean like, it’s not your problem that I didn’t know you were gay,” I try and sound as genuine as possible but for a split second it looks like he sees through my sheared.

He puts a hand on my lower back and I flinch in the slightest. “Love, I’m not gay, I’m bi,” he rubs his hand there for a moment longer before he goes back to holding his glass with both hands.

He seemed to play along and I appreciate our unspoken agreement about something I have no clue about.

“Sorry,” I whisper and he smiles.

“You guys really do seem like…” I pause because of his gaze.

“Like a good couple, I mean with that said-its my first time seeing you two together. So I can only go off of what happened, like-an hour ago. You brought him around everywhere you walked, that’s why I thought you’d want me to bring him to you.”

Jimin takes another sip of his water and rests it down on the nightstand. His hand doesn’t leave the glass, I watch as his grip hardens around it and his breathing picks in the slightest. Did I upset him?

“Jimin?”

He blinks and his hands off the glass as if nothing happened. “It’d be nice, maybe,” he shifts his body to me.

“I like you too though, but it is also hard for you to get someone who is no longer here,” A sweet smile spreads on his face.

Jimin slowly slides down back onto the bed and shuts his eyes. I take this moment to relax too. I find my eyes wondering about the room were in, it appears much more… lived in, at least compared to the other one we were previously in with Yoongi, the other was your standard cookie-cutter room, clean white sheets, and clean light grey walls.

This one, on the other hand, had white walls, a nicely kept queen bed with cobalt blue sheets is adjacent to the door and is in the corner of the room, I look to the right and a silver metal desk with a notebook on it and lamp, the desk is placed in front of the window in the corner of the room. Two sliding closet doors are opposite the desk, and a crescent moon rug covers the floor by the closet similar to the colour of the bed, right next to the door is a cushioned yellow chair that goes nicely with the light wooden flooring.

The room is warm and the aroma overall is a lot more welcoming than everywhere else- “Done examining,” Jimin chuckles. Imploding my thoughts.

“Oh, sorry,” I scratch my head awkwardly.

“Is this your room? Or…” I drown out my question because he nods.

“It appears much more lived in than the other,”

“It’s dirty?” his voice is soft almost like he’s asking himself and i watch him look about the room concerned.

“It’s not dirty-it just looks like, it has more character than anywhere else, super personalized.”

A small smirk develops on his face and he says. “You think I have more personality?”

I look down at him and my eyes go wide. He can’t be having a blackout right now… can he?

“Are-are you having a blackout?” I blurt out and turn to face his lying body.

He licks his lips. “Hmph, that's interesting.”

He pats beside him and l slowly ly back beside him on my side.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks me holding his finger up.

I nod eagerly.

“You can’t tell Jimin, or else I’ll have to punish you by taking something away from you,” his voice is harsh and cracks at the end.

a/n: Hope you liked it! ❤️

🌹 See you soon! 🌹

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theevangelion · 2 years ago

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Soulmates: Chapter V

(Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4)