#they match each others freak to the point of fucking dying

[aureliaen]

I definitely agree that he is a master manipulator, but it's not like he's the be-all and end-all of lying. Idk if you're interested in hearing a counterargument, but I'm gonna write one in case anyone at all finds it interesting.

In the case of the PCs, they come into the ceremony with the intention of treating him like an enemy. They don't trust him to begin with, and yet there's no passive insight/perception check that would signify deceit. I def have seen DMs omit those at times when the lie absolutely cannot be discovered, but that would be incosistent with the rest of the game, and it frankly makes no sense to give the player no in-game reason to doubt it, when everyone is expecting Gortash to lie.

But there's more to it than that. You get an insight check that, if passed, tells you he's being genuine, and the Emperor confirms all his words to Durge to be true. The Emperor pretty consistently tells you when you're being stupid with any decision, and it's a mind flayer vs a simple 18 CHA human. It's being very specific with its assessment too:

The scene you included is def very cool and one of my favorites too, but it seems to be bugged for you? That's his default response - he has a different one if you're playing as Durge.

I was curious, so I booted up my game and made sure lol. In a way, it proves the opposite point - he specifically does not coddle other potential allies (Tavs, origin characters, even Karlach who he otherwise pretends to like), just Durge.

vs all the letters scattered across the game written by Gortash about how he, and he alone, will ascend to Godhood? it’s The Golden Reign of Gortash, not the golden reign of durgetash.

I def thought those were interesting too, but I fail to see them as absolute proof - they're mostly not dated. For example, the Golden Reign of Gortash one was written after Durge's disappearance and before Gort found out they were alive. Anyway, they seem to parallel Durge's prayer of forgiveness, but they're unreliable one way or another. Characters can always change their minds based on the circumstances, betray their Gods, lie to themselves. In my opinion, this bit of dialogue is really helpful, bc it's actually meta:

Durge or no Durge, Gortash didn't lie about wanting to honor the alliance, but with Durge he specifically didn't lie about wanting them to rule by his side.

This here's personal interpretation, but it makes sense to me, seeing as Bane seems ultimately displeased with Gortash. Obviously he's no Fzoul so I'm not surprised he wasn't rewarded in death, but torture? Might be wrong though, it's just surprising to me if Gortash really was the perfect tyrant who successfully manipulated a child of Bhaal, no less. I'd have thought Bane would be more approving of that, since he loves dominating other gods too. But idk, no proof here.

Orin has a few lines about how “Gortash always knew how to bend your mind and keep you knotted in his cords” if you’re playing Durge, which could be interpreted as her trying to manipulate your lack of memory, or it could just. be the truth. that Gortash was constantly stringing durge along with heavy manipulation to further his own ends.

Or it could just be her genuine interpretation of what was happening, without trying to manipulate Durge or having anything to do with what actually happened between them and Gortash. Orin seems jealous and dismissive of Durge, claiming time and time again they're not worthy to be Bhaal's chosen. The journal in her room says she specifically wanted to punish Durge for being too closely allied with the other chosen. She clearly didn't like their influence on Durge, and this seems like a continuation of that.

That, and the "he did miss this" + "hesitation in his eye" lines. The first is a successful insight check, the other is just reality described by the narrator. He can't lie about those.

Bonus: found this line I haven't seen before when replaying the coronation just now. Shaking fr

hi, i saw your reply in the gortash sa post. i disagree with a lot of your takes, but i'm still curious about your reasoning. why do you think gortash might have or did lie about liking durge? there seems to be ample evidence to the contrary

my interpretation of Gortash is that of a master manipulator. every word, every gesture, is carefully considered before execution. he is always a step ahead. Orin has a few lines about how “Gortash always knew how to bend your mind and keep you knotted in his cords” if you’re playing Durge, which could be interpreted as her trying to manipulate your lack of memory, or it could just. be the truth. that Gortash was constantly stringing durge along with heavy manipulation to further his own ends.

also… what evidence? more things that come out of his lying mouth? vs all the letters scattered across the game written by Gortash about how he, and he alone, will ascend to Godhood? it’s The Golden Reign of Gortash, not the golden reign of durgetash.

there’s also this. one of my favourite gortash moments.

he is entirely willing to put durge under psionic torture (in front of their friends and a crowd of people, no less) just for disobedience. and this immediately after swearing to bring you no harm.

you can’t trust anything he says.

[ashertickler]

(^_^)／● why i am the number 1 asher fan ●＼(^_^) @plaqying

☆ my username

self-explanatory. showcases my silly side like asher's own goofiness. i also tickle asher's pickle. and i make other redacted tumblr peeps giggle. 😈

☆ i kin both asher and babe interchangeably

i relate to them soooooooo much. the way they interact and talk are so me, they are literally me ☝️🤓

☆ asher talbot is my wife

my blog title. i am married to that man and he is so babygirl. he is my wife. living rent free in my mind. consumed by mister talbot i am. brainrotted by him, even. asher on my mind 25/8 🛐

☆ i, like asher, am cerified silly™️ and make corny jokes

my credentials: brainrotted as fuck, cringe, hyperfixates on interests and can yap about them for months, makes jokes that make my friends sigh in disappointment and hit me 😍

☆ i cried when he was on the brink of death during inversion

hearing david desperately begging for asher to stay alive and asher so close to dying. yeah not fun shed a tear !! 😾

☆ freakily down bad for that blonde beta twink

not normal, absolutely feral. we match each other's freak i fear. any post on my blog with #my wife or #normal shows this 🧎‍♀️

☆ i would kiss asher silly and then smile at him and hold his hand as i

take him to my penthouse and freak it 🎀

☆ i just, sobs, he's just so perfect to me 😩

i've listened to his playlist a concerning number of times. bored? asher time. no new audios of other characters? asher time. midway through another character's audio? it's still asher time. ask me about any of his audios, i'll know what happened and everything he said

☆ I LITERALLY MADE THIS SIDEBLOG TO YAP ABOUT ASHER LMAO ALL I POST ABOUT IS HIM ‼️ case in point:

[canyon-tale]

Here’s some questions from @doyouknowdewae ! I had to answer them in a post instead of a reply because the answers grew too long uvu;

When nightmare and others found Horror where did they find him and was he hostile(feisty) and after was he very concerned when trying to eat food?

Horror was found in his au (the whole dragon au is its own multiverse), and he was first found by Dust who was escaping from his own universe. They did not get along at first, Horror very much tried to eat Dust and Dust very much tried to kill Horror (should also be noted that the skull Dust is wearing is that of his Papyrus and this justifiably freaked Horror the fuck out). They were however quite equally matched and ended up kind of avoiding each other after a few failed battles. Dust tried to fix the magic portal he had used to enter the au, but was unable to find the right materials. Horror’s au has been consumed by a water domain, rotting and rusting most supplies and useful items, and this is also the reason why Horror went from ice elemental to water.

After observing Dust for a while Horror does try to help him but there’s nothing he can really do. They’re both stuck in the au and stuck together.

At some point a bond forms between them but they don’t really acknowledge it at the time, but they do grow a kind of symbiotic partnership. Dust has an abundance of magic in his body, often growing too strong for him to physically handle, freezing his body and leaving him immobile. Horror has the opposite condition and due to starvation is suffering from what’s called “dull eyes” which is when a dragon lacks magic and their eyes almost return to their baby greys. There isn’t enough food for him to be able to use his magic and it’s really only the magic of the domain keeping him alive. To solve both their issues Horror starts drinking Dust’s blood, giving him a much needed magic boost while Dust’s magic stays at a reasonable level.

Eventually Nightmare finds them, looking for more dragons to join him. He had only been after Horror, but was delighted to find Dust as well. He gives them a deal, he will save them from Horror’s dying au if they will work for him and if they can defeat Killer. Horror and Dust were very weak and malnourished at this point and Killer, being void corrupted and not feeling any pain or fear, definitely had the advantage. Only after making use of their bond and working together do they manage to pin down their void corrupt alter, at which point Nightmare allows them to join his “flight”. 

Horror was very protective of his food a good while after, and for the longest time he only really trusted Dust around him when eating.

Did horror, killer and dust become friends fast and how did they bond?

Very slowly actually. Of course Dust and Horror bonded in Horror’s au, and they were the two that could be called friends first, but they were still very distant with each other for a long time. Like they relied on each other, they had each other’s backs, but they weren’t super close. Horror did start caring for Killer’s physical health early on, as being void corrupted made it so he didn’t really register his physical needs. Horror would just keep an eye on him to make sure he wasn’t too cold or overheated, etc.

Horror and Dust do become closer at some point after Cross joins, and eventually become talonmates. They don’t really become close friends with Killer until after the void corruption is broken, but when it does Dust is actually the first to bond with Killer, Horror and Cross soon thereafter.

Who is the sweetest of the gang?

Tie between Cross and Horror! They’re both really soft sweethearts inside :D 

Have the gang met lust and if they did/didn’t how would or did they act?

Yes, Lust is technically part of the Star flight so they have met him in battle at the very least. He’s kind of a dangerous enemy since he’s an arcane elemental, same as Epic, and arcane magic works in two ways. One being “power” which is what Epic uses, very strong magic energy blasts and constructs. The other is “precision” which is what Lust uses, it works on a much smaller level but can be used to block or redirect magic flow within elemental creatures, which either disable magic use or really fuck someone up.

First fight with Lust the gang didn’t really take him seriously, he’s a nurse on a battlefield (and sure Dream is a nurse too but also a demi-god), they underestimated him and lost the battle because of it. They were a lot more cautious in the future after that and they all quickly grew a kind of respect for him.

Horror also grew kind of curious about him, and two of them actually end up bonding and working together a few times even before Dream and Nightmare’s truce. Their relationship grew closer after the truce when they were free to spend more time together, and they do end up becoming heartmates eventually <3

[autumn-foxfire]

Dabi's incredible constant snark and apathy to contrast the League's more action oriented personalities Vs Hawks' incredible ability to piss off anyone he meets in 2 seconds, from AFO to Endeavor + Dabi's fierce tenacity to survive 8 years past his one month left to live, a strong heart, Vs Hawks' lucky natural birth and resilience to survive all the shit up to now, a strong mind. Their constant cat-and-mouse game and hiding their true selves, both geniuses in their own right. DabiHawks is too powerful a relationship. We still don't know whose going to get the last laugh in their Divorce Arc Part 2: or is it part 3? It was an actual line by Dabi too, I sure hope they get Toga and the Twice clones on their side, best middle finger to Dabi ever. Also Dabi's photographic memory to memorize every move he sees on sight and copy it to perfection Vs Hawks' yeah I'm not listing every freaking thing he memorized about PLF in a month, too fucking many- Touya's dying optimism Vs...Keigo, who gained it. The tension of Hawks holding a blade to Dabi's throat and Dabi casually throwing an arm around his shoulder and them always smiling and acting jolly with each other when inside they're probably thinking "ugh I really hate this guy" but just keep smiling :) :) :) Pls, I love them. There's an endless list of parallels to find in them and even similar energy. I keep going back to the basic ones but that's because it's too much effort to dig through the manga to verify things. And about that! We really wrote Hawks always snuggling up to Dabi who was annoyed by his advances, but it's the other way around (like it always is, we're always switching them up) because Ultra Impact recently got a DabiHawks event and there is SO MUCH there I haven't caught up on yet, but at one point Hawks is injured from a fight and Dabi is a naughty cat choosing this time to cozy up to him, "No fatalities, good work Hawks. The No.2 hero really is different from all the others" and Hawks is all "ow...I'm hurt, don't pat me like that" 😒 ("Come on, this is just my way of sayin' good work, you definitely earned some trust this way.") LMAO DABI ARE YOU SURE?! Can't win with this man. It's what he wasn't impressed by during High-End, but if Hawks let them die he'd just put it in his expose video. Hawks is all "well then it was all worth the effort" the effort being that this pigeon used his body to deflect bombs and everyone at PLF is worried about him while Dabi is just 😏 Really reading like a League Found Family + Hawks fic. And there's this one scene where Dabi wants to ditch a PLF meeting because Geten keeps nagging him about skipping them in the first place so he's all "Tch...Ah, Twice. Can you make a clone for me? Then I can skip it." So then Dabi clone is all, "Fine. Sure thing...did you really think I would say that?" Because who can tick off Dabi other than another Dabi? Get teased back you loser. So now original Dabi is instantly triggered because he can dish out sass but can't take it, especially not from himself, he WILL fist-fight himself in a Denny's parking lot if he has to. "Huh? Fine, then I'll make you go. Ice guy, No.2 lend me a hand." Lmaoooo why are you recruiting help? You can handle a single clone, man. Another scene: Geten: I'm not waiting. You shouldn't need a replacement in the first place. Hawks: Haha...sorry to say, but I agree with him there. Dabi: Like I said? You did it this time, Hawks. Hawks: Now now, you can't expect your subordinates to follow your commands if you act out in front of them, commander. Dabi: Tch...I'll remember this, hero. Hawks: Haha. It is my job to maintain public safety. Oh, Hawks. You don't realize the kind of grudges Touya can hold 😔

Also...Hawks insincerely-sincerely calling Dabi "commander" and Dabi nonchalantly calling Shigaraki "boss" hmmm what is the reason. I think the one mystery I can't solve is how Touya's personality turned into Dabi. No matter how much I look, nothing about Dabi matches Touya except for when he's being manic, which they got rid of in the episode! Instead he's walking all calmly down the stairs, while in Hori's sketch he was a hyperactive cat running and leaping "Shigaraki must've woken up!" >:D literally looking like he got the zoomies at 4am, a caption saying "Dabi running down the stairs" easier than running up for you, eh? *leaps over with one hand over the railing* "Just a sec, Machia." *eerily looms over Skeptic and grips him like a ragdoll, like those cursed emoji memes that try to grab you but more forceful and dynamic* "From the day we met, I knew you'd be perfect for this." How long exactly, was Dabi planning this, what was the image of his reveal in mind that made him go, "you're perfect for me!" when he joined the League, what could they offer him? Is that why he was so apathetic, but suddenly when the League gained power and new allies, he's suddenly interested? In October, right after Kamino + Overhaul that he was absent for except revenge arc because he can't resist a good revenge and murder opportunity to spread his name. (It did, Snatch. Confirmed it for him too that he was making the news.) right so October, that was the only time he was mildly interested...in still his own agenda, because he was recruiting Hawks atm and told Shigaraki that he only looks out for himself and has no interest in going out in a blaze of glory alongside him. Dabi, hey Dabi, WHAT CHANGED?!?!?!

Yum, Dabihawks parallels. Gotta love them and how many of them there are XD

LMAO, I didn't notice that we also switch the flirty behaviour in fanon but you're goddamn right. Hawks is the pissed off cat sassing back while Dabi is the flirty/flighty cat having fun messing with this new stray to wander into his domain. It's probably why I find fics to be a bit disappointing because I miss this behaviour in Dabi.

I am disappointed with the changes the anime made with Dabi in the latest season too. Describing Dabi as a cat with zoomies is accurate and it's a shame they cut that T-T I think they lessened on his manic behaviour to make him come across more "cool" and "suave" but it also takes away from Dabi...

[queen-mihai]

Tl;Dr because I know I make long posts:

These services are dying but they're being replaced by smaller better services and the 0.1% are freaking out because they're losing control

Full post:

What I see happening is the same as with finance

The people with everything think everyone's going to trust them forever and so they've collected everyone onto like 5 sites and now they're killing those 5 sites. They have never been able to control the internet and so they're trying to kill the internet. They're trying to make it so bloated and unusable that no one ever trusts it again.

The problem is, it's backfiring just like all their other stupid plans.

You can see it with something as simple as MySpace VS Facebook (not that I think Tom is necessarily part of this or that even some of the people involved even know what's happening)

One popular site went down, another came up, and the internet only got bigger and more popular. And more spread out.

People on Facebook think the internet is Facebook. YouTubers sometimes seem to think of the internet as something like YouTube+1 other site that they happen to use.

But it's not, and telegram, Kik, and discord are proof.

The big "everyone is here, talk to everyone here" sites are dying and what's happening is that more services are popping up to say "just talk to your friends here. Literally invite anyone you want, but then just talk to them"

And the great thing about this is that these places are cheaper, easier to manage, and can run on a subscription model.

I expect the next 10 years on the internet to look a lot more like increasingly dispersed "chat group" services that all defy categorization so hard that they're impossible to control using some dystopian law and even more impossible to advertise to.

I'm seeing a rise in the number of "no sign up, no phone number, absolutely no personal information required" anon chat services popping up and they're just plainly not the "wild west" shit holes one might think a service like that would be. Antichat is one example. It's pretty small at the moment and I'm sure there are some gross corners of it that I haven't run across yet. But the existence of this service and others like it, to me, mark the direction I think the internet is going. Advertisers and dictators want more and more control and the only way they can even try to keep control is by making the internet bigger and bloatier so they can justify faster service that's easier to spy on. The problem with this is that we've already hit the tipping point there too.

5g is pointless. The internet is basically fast enough as is. And with the current services, people are finding ways to create their own privacy by mixing and matching services on their own. And it's getting easier to do so.

So spying on people is getting harder. Advertising to people is getting harder. Everyone is disappearing into more diverse and harder to find services, and those services are slowly getting better and more useful.

Nobody gives a fuck if you're trans there because the groups all have anti-hate and zero tolerance anti-cp rules and it really only takes one or two mods to police the each chat and make sure people aren't being gross dickheads and kick them out if they try. And there are plenty of people who want to be mods the smaller and easier the job gets.

My point is this: we're rapidly approaching an era where spying on people and advertising and collecting everyone's information is going to be fucking useless. People are being nicer to each other. It's getting calmer. Heck even the horny people are getting happier because the anti-hate rules being enforced means the worst actors are getting kicked off before they get to do any real damage, and potential victims now usually have a VPN and don't have any personal information tied to the site, which should at least make horror stories slightly more rare.

Twitter YouTube tiktok etc are dying and they want you to think that will be the end of the internet.

But the REAL internet is making a serious comeback and people are just as weird and nice and silly and horny as ever. Home grown videos made on the spot and sent to a few close friends without needing stupid YouTube? Happening. People talking about news without turning into a flame war? Happening. Sharing memes and being silly? Happening.

The world is ours and it's VERY quickly slipping out of the hands of the 1%. They're powerless and they know it so they're trying to convince people that the death of these services will be the death of the internet. But that's bullshit and everyone knows it already. People are thriving and the world is getting better as we speak.

I know this was long so to anyone reading this: thanks for reading to the end and I love you

twitter: currently owned by techbro pissman

tumblr: actively removing functionality and bloating the interface with things nobody uses

discord: being retooled by ex-Meta management who don't understand the appeal of the platform

youtube: neutered by advertisers and algorithms and also tiktokification

reddit: half of the site is down due to protests about the outrageous monetization of third-party API support

facebook: my mom is on there

[m1ckeyb3rry]

You’re fr doing us all a favor by writing about deconstructed popular tropes I LIVE for it!! I’m crying don’t remind me abt hollyhock Karasu or else I’m gonna start swerving again and I’m gonna forgot that otoya is the male lead

I loved the pi ending I feel like the balance of bittersweet was just right with all the tragedies that happened along the way plus Yuta losing his ce

You’re cooking too well with oaeu the ideas are genius but I’m DYING THE KARASU ONE??? LMFQOOOO HOW TO BECOME A HOMEWRECKER 101 “aiku is so experienced with that” is BRUTAL HAHAAH so true though I’m so excited!!!!

All hail irl tullia counterpart!!! Tell her Karasu nation (and bllk and jjk community too) owe her one for getting you to post your writing omg but I’m actually crying and laughing so fucking hard the epigraph is too good

I love chigiri bestie content….actually I love chigiri content in general too but he also just fits so well in a best friend role too!! I’m crying maybe the peregrine Nagi was the friends (reo) we made along the way LMAOO it’s ok what’s a good long Nagi fic without reo meddling in the storyline

DHDGSHS it’s ok…trust it’s coming soon!! Im pissing myself WHAT is that edit the first pic of Rin as Sukuna has me rofl wtf (yeah what’s sad is how his face card is giving more than wtvs going on in the current match smh) WHAT IN THE TARGETED AUDIENCE?!?! Bro I need more yotd on my fyp now that you’ve shown me this but omggggg also I’ve been Lowk kinda obsessed with the song they used something about the harmonies hits hard but that’s besides the point erm anyways. ok but like…….strike while the iron is hot yk…don’t wanna lost the motivation for these fire ideas…yk…..having inspiration and motivation while writing truly brings out the best flavors so I meaannnnnn whatever works yk! That’s true though I thought both of those slapped I wouldn’t have guessed that you weren’t working with any inspo for those at all

DISCORD KITTEN HAHAHAAH REAL new idea for the bllkverse is bllk gaming/streamer/youtube era I’ve seen fanart of people drawing the characters over some iconic meme YouTube videos and they’re so funny

SAMEEEE epinagi is actually serving us starving children because speaking of DID YOU SEE THE CH?? I love you epinagi thank you for the meal and delicious panels of the characters we don’t see in the main series

- Karasu anon

DECONSTRUCTING POPULAR TROPES IS SO MUCH FUNN!!! LMAOO omg that’s so real though like yes otoya is the male lead…but karasu…🥹😩😓

agreed i think it felt satisfying because it’s not like a disney-esque happily ever after ending where everyone is happy and alive it’s more of a “making the best with what we’ve got” type of deal where things aren’t perfect but at least they have each other and they can kind of rebuild a new life?? like there’s a hint of hopefulness even though they’ve lost sm

LMAOAOAO IT’S LITERALLY AIKU GIVING KARASU LESSONS ON HOW TO RUIN A RELATIONSHIP now ofc normally karasu would never be a homewrecker but like…is it homeWRECKING if the home is already in shambles 🤔

irl tullia counterpart is fr the goat we owe so much to her 🤩 THE OAEU EPIGRAPH IS SO GOOD definitely my best work…yk aiku has the most devious grin on his face while saying that meanwhile niko’s just like 😐

FJSNDJS considering the current point that we’re at in the story is reo trying to get reader to be his friend it really is just all abt reo rn 😭 but reo slays we love him it rlly isn’t a nagi story if he doesn’t play a massive role!! and at least i’m not making him all psycho or a freak or smth…chigiri content always slays truly he has no better role than as a bestie imo

OKAY WAIT QUESTION DOES TIK TOK SHOW YOU MY ACCT WHEN I SEND THIS VIDEOS TO YOU??? I JUST LEARNED IT DOES THAT SOMETIMES LMAOAAO DO YK MY FULL GOVERNMENT NAME AND EVERYTHING I’M CRYING this actually is freaking me out i turned the option off so nobody will get my acct suggested to them in the future but i’m terrified at how many people have already seen it…genuinely sickening to think about…i’m like actually so paranoid about people from irl finding me online and vice versa so this is stressing me out so much 😓 i don’t rlly mind if you know because we’re besties so i would literally give you my socials and not care but like random people on tumblr 😰 ick ick ICK

THE RIN AND SUKUNA EDIT HAD ME CRYING IT’S SO RANDOM 😭😭😭 but agreed his face card serves more in the edit than it has in the entire pxg vs bm match 😓 anyways AHHH YES YONA EDITS i have so many shinah edits saved i think i ended up rewatching them because i was searching for audios so my fyp remembered that i love yotd and put the edit on my fyp!! and agreed that song is rlly good the way their voices blend together is so nice (bruno mars is insanely talented but he drops songs once in a blue moon so people always forget that i feel)

EEK that’s my thing i don’t want to put the oaeu off for so long that i stop caring abt it 😓 so i think i might just start it and post and honestly it is what it is…people have waited this long they can wait a couple days more…i’ve posted a lot of request stuff recently i think so everyone will just have to be okay with me taking my time 😩

I LOVEE WHEN PEOPLE MAKE MODERN MEMES AS CHARACTERS FROM MEDIA it always slaps…it’s like smaus but actually done properly instead of butchering the characters beyond belief

I DIDDD I JUST READ IT AND OMG KIYORA CONTENT??? truly aligned w the miraverse there also the way karasu is all “we’ll fight meatheads with meatheads 🥱 so here’s the ball kiyora 😋” VILLAINOUS LMAOAOA also nagi looked extra majestic fsr…and zantetsu having literal train aura was so randomly funny to me because everyone else has cool animals and motifs and shit (chigiri + panther, barou + lion, kaiser + roses/thorns) meanwhile zantetsu is just a literal bullet train 😭 he’s so goofy i hope he has a moment in pxg vs bm i miss him

[corrodedseraphine]

dreamland | eddie munson x harrington!reader #17

pairing: eddie munson x harrington!reader

summary: After breaking up with Jason, you end up in a pretend relationship with Eddie to piss your ex off. The more you know each other the more the pretending dissappears.

the story is also avaliable on ao3

masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

After the ball, your relationship went to a completely different level. From now on, kisses also crept into your daily life, which seemed to get better every time. You regularly helped Eddie with his studies, which meant you spent a lot of time together outside of school. After studying, you usually did movie marathons with each other, helped him come up with campaigns for D&D, and he also invited you to his concerts. You always had a reserved seat in the front row, admittedly it wasn't the throne he promised you, but you loved it anyway. From it you had a perfect view of Munson showing his rock star image. When he came down sweaty from the stage after the show, you waited for him with a towel. Each time you threw it around his neck, he drew you close and placed a kiss on your lips in gratitude. This routine was your favorite. You didn't even mind the sweat that made him all sticky. You loved being in public with each other, then you had an excuse to act like a couple. You both wanted to do it without excuses, but neither of you had the courage to admit it, so when you were left alone again you only acted like friends. The bravest move when it was just the two of you was a hug.

"Where is Henderson?" asked Eddie looking around the cafeteria during the lunch break.

"I don't know, maybe in the bathroom," you replied and shrugged your shoulders.

With perfect timing at that moment, Dustin ran into the cafeteria. Out of breath, he sat down next to you at the Hellfire table and took some colorful cards from his backpack and smiled broadly.

"I'd love to invite you to my birthday party!" he exclaimed and began handing you invitations. "We'll have a barbecue and play games, how about that?" the excitement on his face infected you too. You liked the idea. You loved this type of meeting.

"I'm for it!" you exclaimed and high-fived him.

"If she's for it, I'm for it," Eddie said, smiling. Mike, Gareth and Jeff also confirmed their presence at the party. Even Max, who has recently started dining with you at the table reacted positively.

"Great! You could have read it from the invitation, but I'll tell you right now that I came up with a wonderful idea and attention..." he made a dramatic pause "I want you all to come in costumes!" At the sound of these words, surprise dawned on the faces of most, and enthusiasm waned a little. But it turned you on even more.

"I love the idea! However, sometimes you can get something right Dusty-bun," you said.

"Great! I'll go give the invitation to Lucas," he replied and moved toward the basketball team's table. You turned toward Eddie.

"Costumes?" he looked at you with a questioning look.

"I love dressing up! We should make matching costumes!" you clapped your hands excitedly.

"Sounds interesting..." laughed Eddie and winked at you.

"Um.. guys? look there..." said Mike and pointed his head in Dustin's direction. Jason just stood up from his seat and snatched the invitation from his hand. Eddie seeing this immediately got up and moved towards them, you followed him.

"Oh, how adorable, a little freak doing a fancy dress ball!" exclaimed Jason.

"You're probably dying of jealousy that you weren't invited, huh Carver?" said Munson standing next to Dustin.

"I have no intention of conducting myself in such pathetic company."

"And aren't you the captain of a team full of dimwits? Well except for Sinclair, the boy still has all his marbles after all."

"I was going to suggest that you guys dress up as idiots, but I forgot that you don't need any costume for that."

"Fuck you, asshole." interjected Dustin.

"What did you call me?" growled Jason walking up to Dustin.

"Asshole! You want me to spell it out for you?!"

"You piece of shit!" Jason pushed Dustin with all his strength so that Dustin fell to the floor. If it hadn't been for Eddie grabbing Jason's jacket at just the right moment, he would have been sitting on top of him hitting his face long ago. "Let go of me freak!"

"Calm down first, madcap," Eddie replied. "Touch him again and I promise I'll break your nose."

"You won't do anything to me, I know very well that one more visit to the headmaster would get you kicked out of school, so there you go! Beat it! I'll be very happy to get rid of you."

You saw Eddie's hands clench into fists, you knew you had to do something. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back a little. When he looked at you you could see that he was furious. One more word from Jason was enough and you knew that nothing would be able to stop him. You also knew that Jason was right and any visit to the principal's office would mean the end and everything would be in vain. At the same moment a light came on for you. With a slow step you approached Jason and without a moment's thought you swung with all your might hitting his nose with your fist. With the moment of impact you felt a rush of adrenaline.

"Holy Shit!" shouted Dustin looking at you. Everyone was looking at you and they all looked the same. Their open faces of surprise made you feel a sense of satisfaction. The very fact of hitting him made it for you. However, the moment you saw the blood pouring from his nose and the incredible pain appeared in your knuckles you came back to reality. You had just hit Jason. You hurt him. His blood was pouring. Panicked, you searched with your eyes for Eddie. When you finally tracked him down he looked like the rest of you, he recovered from his shock when he saw your panicked face. He grabbed your other hand and you ran out of the cafeteria.

"Oh my God, oh my God, I just hit a person!" you didn't know what you felt, you didn't regret what you had done, but on the other hand the feeling that you had hurt someone made you feel guilty. On top of all this, there was a terrible pain in your hand. Your breathing became faster and shallower, you couldn't control it. You felt like you could hear your heart beating. Eddie, seeing your confusion, ordered you to sit down on the floor. You did as he ordered and after a while he sat down next to you hugging you tightly.

"Does the fact that hitting that asshole made me happy make me a bad person?" you asked after a while.

"Are you crazy? You defended little Henderson and, by the way, me, because you knew very well that I wouldn't be able to stop myself. You defended me from getting expelled from school, sweetie. Like a real badass superhero." He replied and kissed you on the forehead. "How's your hand?"

"It hurts terribly."

"We should go to the nurse to see her."

"No." you said without thinking. You didn't want to move from your seat. You felt safe in his arms and didn't want to leave them. Preferably never again.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I don't want to stay alone..."

"I'm not going anywhere, darling. I'll be by your side even when you've had enough of me." he laughed. "I will never leave you." Only after a while did the two of you get up and move together to the nurse's office. There she saw the condition of your hand and said that nothing serious was wrong and that the pain should disappear within a dozen hours. Meanwhile, a secretary found you there, saying that the headmaster wanted to see you. The whole situation was crazy, you had never been in his office in your life, now you were going to end up there for a fight. Eddie was by your side the whole time. After leaving the nurse's office, you went straight to the director's office and sat down on chairs waiting to be invited inside.

"It's not so bad in there, believe me," said Eddie breaking the silence "You could say I know this office like the back of my hand, I can feel at home there," he laughed.

"There always has to be that first time, right?" you smiled. You appreciated his presence, if it weren't for that you would have died of stress long ago.

"I must admit that the view of you hitting Carver in the face was one of the best I've ever seen, I hope I won't forget it for the rest of my life! Maybe I should hire you as a bodyguard when Corroded Coffin becomes disgustingly famous. It's nice to have a warrior on the team."

"And what happened to the elf princess?"

"And who says an elf princess can't have a dark side that allows her to kick someone's ass?"

"I think that makes sense." you laughed, but quickly quieted down as you saw the office door open.

"Munson? what are you doing here?"

"I'm her emotional support animal, sir," he smiled.

"In truth, I'm shocked that this time it's not about you."

"I'd be lying if I said that I am not." Eddie shrugged his shoulders.

"y/n feel free to come inside." You slowly got up from your chair walking towards the office, Eddie moved behind you, but the director stopped him with a hand gesture. "This time, young man, you stay here."

"But-" began Eddie.

"I said, no."

The conversation didn't go as badly as you thought. You explained that you had stood up for Dustin because Jason, not for the first time, had attacked him first, and due to the fact that you had never gotten into trouble and this was the first time such a thing had happened, it only ended with a warning. When you left the room you saw Steve sitting together with Eddie waiting for you.

"Jesus y/n! Did that idiot do something to you?" your brother immediately ran up to you hugging you tightly.

"Your sister like a true knight stood up for little Henderson. She did what I should have done."

"But I'm not in danger of being expelled from school for that, while you are," you said.

"That doesn't change the fact that if that asshole had even touched you then I would have been at the police station accused of murder instead of a visit to the principal's office."

"Good thing you were there for her, man." Said Steve, patting Eddie on the shoulder. "And you!" he pointed a finger at you, "If I have to pick you up from the director's office again I'll personally kill you."

"I know, Steve, I know." you sighed. "Can we go home?"

"I'll drive you home and I have to get back to work," said Steve.

"I can take care of our little warrior, if you don't mind, of course." offered Eddie.

"And if I did, would you let it go?"

"Hm... probably not." he laughed, surprisingly a smile appeared on Steve's lips in response. 

"You're lucky I trust you Munson." said Steve, and the three of you headed for the cars. You and Eddie drove toward your house, and Steve returned to Family Video.

"How are you feeling?" rattled Eddie breaking the silence.

"Strangely. I've never punched anyone before in my life." You shrugged your shoulders. "I'm monstrously confused. He deserved it for the way he treated Dustin, for the way he treated me, you, all of us."

"Hey, take it easy." He put his hand on your thigh. "Did they suspend you?"

"Nah, I just got a warning."

"You lucky bastard." he laughed.

"Eddie?"

"Yes?"

"I don't think I want to go home."

"So what do you feel like doing?"

"Why don't we go to the secondhand store and look for inspiration for our costumes?"

"y/n Harrington in a secondhand store? I never would have thought of that!"

"After today, it turns out I'm full of surprises."

"You don't even know how much."

"Besides, buying a ready-made outfit is hopeless! You lose all the fun of making it."

"I've never thought of it that way," he said.

"It's time to get started, because we have a lot of work ahead of us! I want our costumes to be the best. Well, except maybe for Dustin, because it's his birthday after all."

"Sounds fun, princess."

Coming up with a costume turned out to be more difficult than you thought. You went through every rack, changing the concept from one moment to the next. You were unable to make a decision; you had too many options to choose from. Resigned, you sat down on a small chair standing by the hangers. Eddie disappeared somewhere however, after a while he ran up to you with a pirate hat on his head and a blindfold over one eye.

"What's up land rat?" He asked in a funny voice, at which you laughed out loud. Suddenly you had an idea.

"How about dressing up as pirates? I can see it suits you for this role, Captain." you winked at him.

"I like it, but if I'm the captain then who are you?"

"Hm... I'll be your right hand." You replied walking up to him. You took the hat off his head and put it on yourself. "We will be the most dangerous pirate duo in all the waters! There will never be anyone better than us!" you laughed.

"Tell me something I don't know," he replied.

"Now that we have an idea, the search should go more smoothly." you turned toward the hangers and started looking through them all anew. Eddie followed your lead.

Once you had found everything you would need Eddie drove you home, before saying goodbye you agreed that the day before the party Eddie would come to you and you would take care of making costumes and any adjustments, then he went back to his place by himself. There he found Uncle Wayne.

"Have you been shopping?" Asked the old man, seeing a bag of clothes.

"Sort of...You know the kid who used to stay with us sometimes to devise ideas for the D&D campaign?"

"Yeah."

"He invited us to a birthday party, but he came up with the idea that we should all come dressed up, so y/n and I dressed up as pirates."

"Who are you and what did you do with my nephew?" he laughed.

"I'm here all the time old man," said Eddie smiling.

"Miss Harrington is a good influence on you, son. It's been a long time since I've seen you so happy."

Eddie just smiled and went to his room. He threw the bag on the nightstand and lay down on the bed smiling the whole time. His uncle was right, along with your appearance in his life there was also happiness. And that happiness came with hope. Hope for a better tomorrow. As long as you were at his side he knew that nothing could break him.

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

Ultimate Karamel post - tropes, dialogues, parallels and more

TROPES:

Act of True Love: An action done to prove one's love for another. 

-Mon-El leaving with Rhea, to stop her from hurting or even killing Kara (2x17)

-Kara doing everything and going against the president's wishes to go after them and get him back (2x17)

Action Girlfriend: Badass girlfriend. 

-Well, she’s SUPERGIRL. And he is a freaking Legion’s member. Equals made in heaven (x)

Age-Gap Romance: Romance where one partner is notably older or younger than the other. -With a twist. In their time Mon-El was around 14 years older than teenage Kara, but because of him staying for years in the Wheel of Stars, when he is rescued, they are in similar age. Aka, it’s like divine intervention to make them meet at the right time.

All Amazons Want Hercules: A strong, tough woman falls in love with a man who is stronger than or just as strong as her.

-There was something going on with Kara and some random dude from a prom night who ended with broken foot, 4 other dudes who ended with broken noses (x), James, William and Kenny but all failed, because you know, she broke male humans bones. Because she needed an equal. 

-While sex and intimacy is not everything, it is a big part of relationship and the morning after showed how wonderful for Kara it was FINALLY to be herself, with a partner strong enough to match her physical strenght and needs. No other partner could allow her to do it.

Almost Kiss: Two characters come close to kissing.

-Mxy interrupted it in s2 (2x12) and in s3 when a fucking robot did it in Argo (3x21).

Alone Among the Couples: One character is single while everyone else around them is in a relationship. 

-Aka Kara in the end of the series, what makes her a third wheel forever.  What doesn’t make any sense, so, yeah being off planet means deep dicking that one Daxamite (hugs, Peggy). 

-Her speech to James in s1 about wanting a perfect partner, like Lucy was for James. And she got that with Mon-El in s2 (x)

Amazon Chaser: A guy who falls in love with tough girls. 

-Well, Mon-El fell for the strongest female on Earth and it’s canon she was his first girl he truly fell in love with.

Amicable Exes: Former lovers who have remained on good terms with each other.

-Basically for most of s3 with a strong suggestion they were heading to fixing their relationship in the end but some BTS drama changed their ending.  

-In ep 100th, while fighting with Reign (x) and Mon-El giving her great peptalk (5x13)

Anguished Declaration of Love: Confessing your love for somebody during a moment of angst. 

-In s2 when he was dying from Medusa (well, he didn’t declare love but he was already in love, 2x08) 

-When he declared he cares about her, calling her eyes comets in 2x10 (x) and then friendzoning himself, because he was sure she didn’t return his feelings (x)

-In Kara’s case, when she was sending his ass away to save him

Aw, Look! They Really Do Love Each Other: No matter how much they fight, they really do care about each other very much. 

-DEO’s fight (2x13); Jeremiah’s ep, when Mon-El comforts her at the end of the ep, when Music Meister makes her comatosed and Mon-El jumps from the balcony and catches her before she falls to the floor, on that point they were broken up (x).

Battle Couple: Lovers who kick ass together. 

-Started with s2 and blossomed fully in s3 (fighting Reign was the peak 3x18), continued in s5 (the ep 100th) and s6 in the final ep.

Better Partner Assertion: Someone tries to convince the person they love that they would be a better lover than their romantic rival. 

-Happened in the Mxy’s ep in s2, in Mon-El’s clumsy way that Kara didn’t appreciate. In the end Kara’s convinced Mon-El she wanted him, not some dimensional, pretty asshole who could have given her everything in a blink of an eye.

The Big Damn Kiss: A grandiose kiss scene. 

-Once again, the Mxy’s ep. It was hot, it was beautiful, it was THE kiss of the entire series (2x13)

-We also had The Little Damn Kiss when they kissed sweetly for the first time and then ignored it (2x08)

Birds of a Feather: A couple share similarities with each other. 

-A lot but maybe not at the first sight: They are both superpowered aliens, they shared a planet and some history, they both (thought they) lost their family and friends, they both were alien immigrants on Earth, they were both superheroes and leaders, they both shared values and morality, they both were adorable space puppies at the day and kickasses at the night.

Bridal Carry: A character carries his Love Interest in his arms and/or vice versa. 

As much as I don’t think it applies to a show where a superpowered person carries people like a sack of potatoes in almost every episode (following this trope, Kara would end with: J’onn, Clark, some dude from crossover, Kelly. Cat and a horde of other characters), context matter:

-In the Flash crossover, Mon-El was carrying unconscious Kara. And while Kara carried a lot of people this way (or was carried like that by J’onn, Kal and some super dude in other crossover), the context matters: she was affected by some superpowered being, because of the struggle she had with her lover and he carried her like that into a crossover ep they shared with another canon couple to fix their love. That was the WHOLE ep about. Fixing. Their. LOVE.

Boy Meets Girl: A boy and a girl meet, lose each other, then find each other again. 

-A boy from Daxam and a girl from Krypton, working together (x)

Break His Heart to Save Him: You must break up with your lover in order to protect them. -Mxy’s ep, Kara says it’s over between them, because she knows jealous Mxy’s is eavesdropping and could do anything to Mon-El:

Kara: And you know what? He makes an excellent point. He has limitless power that he can use to help me fight for justice. We'll make a great team. 

Mon-El:I thought we were going to do that. 

Kara: We're too different, Mon-El. I'm sorry.

Later:

Kara: I didn't mean it. I just said it so you'd let me go to protect you. Plus, he could have been listening, so...

Breakfast in Bed: Showing appreciation and affection for another by preparing them a meal served upon their waking in bed. 

-Mon-El prepared for Kara a whole ass breakfast and was not amused (for a second) when she got up before he could have served it. And a friendly reminder, he has LEARNT how to cook for HER. Because he knew how much she loves food (2x17) 

Can't Tie His Tie: A man allows a woman (who he may or may not be romantic with yet) to tie his tie, showing their closeness. 

-Maybe not a tie, but for sure Kara spent a lot of time making Mon-El look good for his first day at CatCo and put glasses on his face. Also, who tied his bow? Please, not Mon himself, he didn’t know youtube yet (2x05)

Caught the Heart on His Sleeve: Ship Tease moment where one partner grabs the other partner's arm/sleeve. 

-The adorkable moment, when he grabs her hand to dance and she needs to put the POTSTICKERS away. Did she ever abandon potstickers for anyone else??? (x)

-Kara holding his hand, while Jeremiah digs into his leg wound (x)

-After their relationship was established - Mon-El holds and caresses her arm, while she is worried about Alex being kidnapped (x)

Changing Yourself For Love: Changing your image to impress a love interest. 

-Mon-El stops drinking, flirting, doing weird jobs, and starts to train with Kara, wanting to keep the world spinning with her. THO, he did some of these things for himself, but it was thanks to Kara’s inspirational personality.She was the one who encouraged him to be better and move on from his survivor’s guilt, that, friendly reminder, made him quite suicidal.

2x07

Mon-El: Why am I the only one who survived Daxam? If I die in this cell, maybe I deserve to. 

Kara: You don't deserve to die. You deserve to survive.

Later:

Mon-El: Well, any, uh, any courage I do have, I learned it from you.

2x09

Mon-El: I wanna help you keep the world spinning. To prove that I was spared for a reason.

2x11

Kara :Actually, you know what, I'll have what he's having. 

M'gann: Oh, he's been drinking exclusively club soda for the last week.

Chastity Couple: They're in love, but they're not physically intimate with each other. 

-S3. He is married to another. While it’s canon they’re still in love. He solved the problem aka he mutually with Imra broke the relationship to be with Kara, but the duties force him to come back to the future.

Cleaning Up Romantic Loose Ends: When the lead hooks up with their One True Love, their other suitors are, often out of nowhere, paired off with other characters. 

-In s2 Winn and Lyra. James and his shield, I guess?

-Averted in s3, when she and him stay single after he breaks up things with Imra.

Cock Fight: Two guys fight for the affections of a girl. 

-Mxy and Mon-El in 2x13. That’s it.

Comforting Comforter: Ship Tease moment where someone covers their Love Interest with a blanket. 

-Mon-El wrapping Kara in his arms and blanket after Jeremiah's escape in s2 (x) (x)

-When they both eat ice-cream on the couch, Kara puts he covered with a blanket legs on his lap (x)

-Their first blanket and couch scene, when he says he wants to be a hero too (x)

-After she saved him from the Daxamite ship (x)

Confession Triggers Consummation: The first confession of love between two characters immediately leads to sex. 

-Maybe not love confession, but admitting that they really, really, really are into each other and nothing holds them back. And the sex was steamy. (x)

Converse with the Unconscious: Ship Tease moment where a character talks to their Love Interest while they're unconscious. 

-Kara, talking to a sleeping beauty… I mean, Mon-El, after he landed on Earth.

Kara: I know what it's like to be a stranger on this planet. So when you wake up, I'll be here for you. So, you never know what it's like to be alone. (2x02)

-She didn’t talk to him, but for sure kept sitting at his side, when he was fighting the Medusa’s virus. (x)

Courtly Love: Medieval style romance where characters love each other from afar. 

-Does being separated by fucking TIME counts?

Crazy Jealous Guy: He can't stand seeing his Love Interest be with anyone else. 

-Well, not with anyone, just with Mxy (x)

Crush Blush: Love causes you to blush. 

-If you keep a close look at Kara when she is with him, she does it a lot.(x) (x) (x) (x)

Cry into Chest: A Ship Tease moment where one partner cries into the other partner's chest. 

-Kara tears in his arms after Jeremiah’ betrayal and he brushes the tears away (x) (1:40)

Dance of Romance: A couple dances together. 

-Lena's party. Even James and Winn noticed something was going on. And the smiles on Karamel’s faces when they dance? Pure joy.  (x)

Did Not Get the Girl: The Hero doesn't win their Love Interest. 

-They both didn’t and it’s heavily hinted they didn’t find any other love interests.

- Plus, Kara didn’t end with any of her LIs (Kenny, James, Mon-El, William), but had only one fully developed relationship, sex included and it was Mon-El. 

Disposable Fiancé: A Romantic False Lead character whose role is to get dumped by the lead. 

-Imra. They broke up. All knew it was going to happen and Imra herself admitted how much Mon-El loved Kara and did everything to come back to her. 

The only twist here is that karamel didn’t get back together, but it’s canon, at least for Mon-El, that he stayed on Earth to solve his feelings, realized he still loved Kara and that’s why he (mutually) broke things with Imra.

Dying Declaration of Love: Confessing your love for somebody when you're dying.

-He was dying at the end of s2 because of the lead poisoning (x)

-Mon-El kisses Kara while thinking he is dying in the Medusa’s ep. It was the last thing he wanted to do in his life (x)

-Kara in the Flash crossover.She thought she was dying and the last thing she said was forgiving him (x) And it was followed by a True Love Kiss (x)

Eating the Eye Candy: Eyeing up your Love Interest's gorgeous body.

-Happens a lot. Remember how Kara looked at Mon-El when he put on his Legion red suit for the first time? 

Kara: Wow.(x)

Mon-El: You always said I cleaned up nicely. 

-When he agrees to give Jeremiah a chance in s2. They both stare at each other’s lips and look incredibly hot (x)

-When he asks James and Winn if she has a mate, the adoring stares says a lot (x)

Everyone Can See It: It's obvious that these two are meant to be together, if only they themselves saw it. 

-When Mon-El announced he and Kara were dating, NOBODY was surprised (x)

-Alex’s “DUH” in the bar

-Alex suggests that Kara reacted so emotionally for Alex and Maggie going for a concert, instead of celebrating Kara’s Earth b-day, because of her feelings for Mon-El (x) (2:06)

-Eliza explained to Kara he brought her flowers, because he wanted to make a good impression on Kara.

Eliza: Oh, Kara. He's chatting me up because I'm your mother. 

Kara: What? 

Eliza:He likes you! 

Kara: Uh, no. No. (GIGGLES) 

Eliza: Yes. He's trying to score points with me to impress you. 

Kara:There's no way. 

Eliza: Believe me. A mother knows. 

-Alura staring at Kara staring at Mon-El hugging Val (x) 2:52

-Alura talking about their bound:

Alura: He's a good man. 

Kara:Yeah, yeah, he is. 

Alura:The connection between you two is obvious. He makes you happy.

-Eve describing her and Mon-El’s date to Kara, talking about how much Mon-El talked and praised Kara.

Eve:No, all he did was talk about you the entire date. 

Kara: So he talked about me? 

Eve: I told him, I said you have to get over your ex-girlfriend before you put yourself back out in the field. 

Kara: Ex-girlfriend? (LAUGHS) No, no, no, no. Eve, Mike and I never dated. 

Eve: Mmm-hmm. Mike told me the same thing (winks)

Lar Gand, when he told Rhea Mon-El chose his family

Fake Relationship: Pretending to be in a romantic relationship. 

-Pretending to be an engaged couple to solve the mystery of disappearing people. Aka Paris City. (x)

Fantastic Romance: A romance only possible in speculative fiction.

-Two superpowered by the sun aliens dating and kicking asses together. Duh. (x)

Fate Drives Us Together: If two people keep encountering each other, it means they're meant to be together. 

-Two aliens, losing their homes and landing on the same planet, while one aged up, while the other stayed in stasis? Him coming back from the future? Hello?

First Love: The first person that you've ever fallen in love with. 

-Kara and Mon-El both admitted they were in love for the first time.

Mon-El: I've never felt like this about anyone in my life... (2x13)

Mon-El: And I love you. With everything that I have, I love you (2x16)

Kara: For the first time ever, I really liked someone... Loved someone… (2x21)

Flight of Romance: Flying with your Love Interest makes for a good romantic moment. 

-Literally, flying side by side, in s3, 5 and 6.

Garden of Love: Gardens as a setting for love to take root, grow, and blossom. 

-The garden in Argo was a perfect mirror of Kara’s dreams where she kissed him. Plus, they both declared they still care about each other. (x) (x)

The Glomp: Tackling and hugging your Love Interest tightly. 

-In s2 when she came back for him on the Daxamite ship, they hugged tightly in front of everyone’s salads.(x)

-In Jeremiah’s return ep, while talking to Alex and Maggie (x)

-In the same ep on the couch (x)

-When she came back from the fight with Kal.

Mon-El:Are you okay? 

Kara: I'm so much better now.

-When they met for the first time in s3 after he left. She clings to him like to dear life (x) (3x07)

-In Argo’s garden, before they talk about their feelings (x)

Hands-On Approach: Ship Tease moment where someone gets really close to their Love Interest while teaching them how to use something.

-Training in s2, when she teaches him controlling his powers (and wipes the floor with his ass) and when he asks her to teach him, because he wants to help her heroing (x) (x)

-In s3 when he teaches her the cape tricks.(x)

Headbutt of Love: Lovers press their foreheads together. 

-In the Flash crossover when she wakes up from her coma/ you can also read from his lip he says I love you (x)

-As long as you are safe - When he leaves with Rhea to save Kara (x)

-In the dream in 3x01, after they kiss, they stand for awhile with their foreheads pressed (x)

Heartbroken Badass: A badass who lost the love of their life. 

-Kara at the end of s2. She tells Alex to enjoy her time with Maggie, because it’s not like everyone’s world stopped. What basically meant, he was her world.

Kara: It's not like everybody else's world stopped.

-In s3 she was broken for SIX MONTHS and even her sister couldn’t reach her.

Kara: The decision I made, he couldn't have made that sacrifice. But me, I couldn't have lived with myself if I hadn't. I will always make the decision I made. I am not a human. I tried to be. But I'm not. Kara Danvers was a mistake.

-Mon-El in s3. It was clear and in canon that he didn’t move and still loved her even after 7 years in the future and his marriage with Imra was arranged for peace and he was just content in it. He kept her necklace.

-It’s canon they both stayed single at the end of the series.

Held Gaze: Lovers look deeply into each other's eyes. 

Multiple times.

-In s2, before their first kiss (x), the almost kiss interrupted by Mxy (x), second kiss (x), when she asked him to give Jeremiah a chance (x), on the couch with ice creams (x), in the fortress before he leaves with Rhea (x), when she came back to him to the Daxamite ship, when she dreamt about waking up with him (x), in s3 when she dreamt about him (x), when the meet for the first time in s3 (x), in 100 ep (x) ya know, a lot.

Hollywood Kiss: When couples kiss in fiction, it's always perfect. 

-Their first kiss, when put his hand on her cheek and then slowly leans and kisses her. And then calls her absolutely beautiful. (x)

-Their second kiss, with a meaningful talk about their feelings and relationships, staring deeply into their eyes and then smashing their faces together. With his hand on her cheek and hers sliding down his body. And then landing on the couch. With Everything She Does Is Magic playing in the background. (x)

-The crossover kiss. A literally True Love Kiss. (x)

-Every karamel kiss (x)

I Can't Believe a Guy Like You Would Notice Me: A character is surprised to learn that their crush actually loves them back. 

-Kara can’t believe Eliza that Mon-El is nice to her mother, because he wants her to think good about him. She denies it and chuckles but blushes and throws him a look (and hey, he stares back). For sure after it, she starts to consider this possibility of them.

-For sure Mon-El was, he friendzoned himself after all. And for sure he didn’t expect a steamy sex right after she revealed that yes, she was really into him too in 2x13.

Mon-El:I get that... I get that you don't care about me. 

Kara:I do care about you. 

Mon-El:But not in the same way. That's good, that's fine. It's okay. You know, just keep working with me.

I Got You a Drawer: Two characters are signaled to be getting a Relationship Upgrade when one partner gives the other partner a space in their home to put their stuff. 

-He keeps his stuff, books especially, at her place. (x)

-It’s quite obvious he has the keys and stays at hers a lot. Plus, after they hooked up, there are no more scenes about him sleeping or staying at the DEO, so the logical conclusion is they live together.

I Want My Beloved to Be Happy: Being willing to let your unrequited crush go be with the one they love. 

-Well, Kara seemed to have no problems with him dating Eve, even if we know he was crushing on her. And then Kara had a problem and informed him (right after she destroyed a punchbag).

Mon-El:You know, I'm not super hip on earthly social cues, but why would you be mad if I was dating Eve? 

Kara:(SCOFFS) I'm not mad. 

Mon-El:You literally just said you were mad. No. Two seconds ago, you said, “I am mad about...” 

Kara:Yeah, I'm surprised. 

Mon-El:Oh, not mad, surprised. 

Kara:I'm surprised that... You'd just date someone else, when you were serious about me, because I mean if... How could you be serious if you did that? 

Mon-El:If you don't like me, why do you... Why do you care?

Kara: I'm gonna go check and see if they've found Lena

-Even if it was obviously killing him, he left her, when she asked, to deal with Mxy, which could have ended with a marriage.

Inconvenient Attraction: A character falls in love when they'd rather not. 

-Kara didn’t want or expected it and said she wanted to focus on her career and heroing:

Kara:I'm not so sure we're a good match. Yeah. Yeah, no. I'm just glad we're on the same page, you know. I mean, I have my career in journalism that I just started out on. In the meantime, when I'm not being Supergirl, I really need to focus on that (2x11)

-They talked a lot about how different they are. ”We are really different”

Insecure Love Interest: A character who believes themself to be unworthy of their Love Interest. 

-Quite obviously it was biting Mon-El in the Mxy’s ep. 

Mon-EL:I wish I could snap my fingers and give you anything you wish for, and it kill me that he can do that stuff for you and I can't. And I acted badly, okay? Very badly. But please... Please do not marry him. I will be better for you...

-In the ep when they break up after its revealed he is the prince of Daxam, during his speech (2x16)

Mon-El:My name is Mon-El. I'm the former Prince of Daxam. And I was a spoiled, useless person, that I didn't know. Until I met you. And I love being a hero because it means I get to spend every single day by your side. And I love the way that you're honest to a fault. And the way that you fight for those you care for. And I love you. With everything that I have, I love you. You are so special.

-Plus, after they broke up and fixed the relationship in s2, he was uncertain about their relationship and stopped opposing her so often.

Interrupted Intimacy: Someone walks in on a couple having some "alone time". 

-Mxy in s2 the second before they kiss:

Mxy: Darling! My name is Mr. Mxyzptlk. And Kara Zor-El, I love you.

-The robot in their Argo’s garden scene.

Interspecies Romance: Romance between beings of different species.

-The boy from Daxam and the girl from Krypton (2x04)

Ladykiller in Love: The Casanova who genuinely falls in love. 

-The frat boy of the universe falling hard for the last daughter of Krypton.

-It’s canon she was his one and only true love.

Mon-El (2x16): Mon-El:And I love being a hero because it means I get to spend every single day by your side. And I love the way that you're honest to a fault. And the way that you fight for those you care for. And I love you. With everything that I have, I love you.

Mon-El: There was nothing logical about falling in love with Kara (3x13).

The Lady's Favour: A woman gives her Love Interest an item of hers before he goes off into battle. 

-Before she sends him into the unknown, with hope her mother’s necklace was going to protect him like it was protecting her (x) (2x22)

-He gives her his Legion ring after the attack on Argo, because shit is going to get heated soon (x) (x) (3x21)

Laugh of Love: The tendency to laugh when in the presence of your Love Interest. 

-He makes her happy. Plus, she chuckles a lot after his dumb jokes (and yes, sometimes is annoyed too).

Kara: I'm just happy (...) Dopey grin, butterflies in my stomach happy (2x16) 

Kara: And you're in jail. 

Mon-El: That feels appropriate.

Kara: *chuckles* (2x08)

Other examples: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

Life-Saving Encouragement: A statement of hope/encouragement saves a person literally or spiritually. 

-Their last scene in s2 (x)

-Meeting Kara and learning from her, made Mon-El change his values and views and transform from the fart boy of the universe to the Legion’s founder in the future.

Like an Old Married Couple: These two people are very close and tend to bicker with each other. 

-The DEO fight (2x13)

 -The cute lil thing right before they hooked up:

Mon-EL: Wait, so you didn't mean any of that stuff that you said? 

Kara: Well, the first bit about your infuriating male ego, that part I meant. 

(x)

Longing Look: Glancing at your Love Interest in a yearning way. 

-So many times. Let’s just remember Mon-El staring lovingly at Kara after saying he has learnt all courage from her and then longingly, after talking with James and Winn (x). Or when he looks at her while she blabber about musicals. Or how she looks at him, while talking to him, how he proved her wrong so many times and saying she can have it all with him (x).

Other examples: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

The Lost Lenore: This person is dead and their lover mourns over them. 

-Kara thought he got killed because of her sending him off and didn’t take it well. (x)

Love Confession: Character confesses their love for another. 

-Officially, Mon-El after it was revealed he was a Daxamite prince

Mon-El: And I love you. With everything that I have, I love you.

-Kara, when she was sending him away (x)

Kara: And I should have said it before. I love you.

-Both were HEARTBREAKING.

Love Confessor: Character admits their feelings for their beloved to a third party.

-Mon-El to J’onn in s3 (x) and to Barry in the Flash, to his parents in s2, or well, to everyone in the DEO, after their first night together. Off screen to Imra and Brainiac.

-Kara to J’onn when Mon-El was taken by Rhea, to Cat in the finale of s2, to Alex and to Alura in s3 on Argo (indirectly, tho), also to her dd in s6 (“I lost everyone I loved”).

Love Doodles: Drawing love symbols and writing initials and names. 

-Mon-El writing Kara’s name in Romeo and Juliet’s book (don’t touch me (x))

-In the Supergirl: The Secret Files of Kara Danvers, Kara’s pieces about Mon-El (with the pics of them on a couch, eating ice-creams and talking about musicals).

Love Floats: Feelings of love cause a character to levitate off the ground. 

-In a way, after their steamy sexy night Kara was flying around the city and:

“National City's own feminist hero in a cape has already prevented five armed robberies,delivered a litter of puppies, and given one very lucky tugboat owner some extra help hauling a tank.”

Love Hurts: Love causes deep emotional pain. 

-The whole break up in 2x16 when it was revealed he was the prince (x)

-Their goodbye at the end of s2 (both were openly crying x) and 3x23 (both were tearing x).

-Kara thinking he was dead and she was responsible in 3x02 (x)

-Also, both struggled hard in s3. Kara watching Mon-El and Imra? Angst. Mon-El watching her being hurt and then talking to J’onn? Mon-El telling Winn he can’t lose her again? Welcome darkness, my old friend.

Love Informant: A character lets another know that someone loves them.

-Eliza on the Thanksgiving dinner 

-On his date with Eve, Mon-El can’t shut up about Kara and Eve happily reveals it to Kara. -Also, it happened with Imra in s3, when she tells Kara how much Mon-El loved her. 

-Alex „duh-ing” in the bar scene in s2 and in the same ep, talking to Kara about her overreacting caused by her feelings for Mon-El.

Love Is a Weakness: Love is regarded as a negative influence.

-In a way it was for Kara, who wanted to focus on her reporting career and heroing.

Kara: I mean, I have my career in journalism that I just started out on. In the meantime, when I'm not being Supergirl, I really need to focus on that.

-Mon-El saying his feelings for Kara is his kryptonite.

Mon-El:I've been giving it a lot of thought and I have realized that you are my Kryptonite. 

Kara:Me? 

Mon-El:Oh, uh... No, I mean, my feelings for you. I've never felt like this about anyone in my life... I didn't know that there were this many feelings to even be had. My emotions, I guess they made me kind of crazy.

Love-Obstructing Parents: Your Love Interest's parents make your relationship difficult. 

-Shortly,  fucking Rhea, who did everything to break the up, sending bounty hunters after Kara, trying to murder her and forcing Mon-El to go with her in exchange of Kara’s life.

Love Overrides the Law: When you're in love, even the law can't stand in your way.

-The president banned superfriends from going after Mon-El and Daxamites, but Kara begged J’onn to ignore it. And they did.

Kara: And if we wait for the President's orders, Mon-El and his parents could be light-years away. We need to go now. I'm the one that convinced him to do this. To try to reason with his mother. He's up there because of me. Please. J'onn, I can't lose him.

Love Redeems: Someone is made a better person through The Power of Love.

-From the frat boy of the universe to the Legion leader. 

-Kara stopped looking at Daxamites through her Kryptonian stereotype glasses.

Love Theme: A song that encapsulates a couple's love. 

-EVERYTHING SHE DOES IS MAGIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (x)

Love Will Lead You Back: Lovers leave each other, but one remains confident that their lover will come back to them. 

-Mon-El trying and doing everything to get back to her to save her. 

-Well, after they escaped the Daxamite ship, Kara tells him she was sure they were going to be back together - she did everything to save him after all. 

Loved I Not Honor More: The Hero puts their duty before their love life.

-BOTH OF THEM. MULTIPLE TIMES. 

Maybe Ever After: Did The Hero and their Love Interest end up together in the end? Who knows.

-Kara is off planet rather often and let’s stick to that

Meadow Run: Lovers run towards each other in a beautiful meadow full of flowers. 

-Not a run, but nice… appearing, behind Kara’s back in 3x01 (x)

-Also, melwood did that in the funny clip, with Chris running after her with his exposed chest, just saying

Meet the In-Laws: Meeting your Love Interest's parents.

-Meeting his parents didn’t go so well. But they even had dinner together! (x)

-While both, Eliza and Alura, immediately liked him.

-Jeremiah was not super impressed too (he knew his identity), but Mon-El was suspicious of him (x)

Moment Killer: A couple tries to have a romantic moment with each other, but gets interrupted. 

-Alex, after Mon-El talking about Kara giving him courage, they stared at each other for quite a long time,

-Mxy, interrupting their kiss,

-Alex calling Kara after the Jeremiah’s drama, while they cuddling on the couch,

-in the Alex’s ep in s2, when they happily blabber to each other during the double date, Maggie is the mood killer,

-Daxamites appearing on the tv screens when they cuddling on the couch again,

-Kara, after seeing the news, and running to save the day, while having a domestic sweet scene with Mon-El preparing breakfast for her,

-fucking robot on the Argo’s garden.  

The Mourning After: Being too grief-stricken to love again after the death of your lover.

-Just remember Kara alone in her bed in the first ep of s3 (x)

-Or how she said that Kara Danvers sucked in her heated argument with Alex in 3x01

Murder the Hypotenuse: Killing off your love rival.

-Mon-El was close to sending Mxy to the afterlife in 2x13.

New Old Flame: Characters who have a romantic history with each other. 

-In s3. Just for her it was 6 months, for him 7 years and they were fixing their relationship. But well, duty (wrtiters) happened.

No Romantic Resolution: A romance arc ends without anyone getting together. 

-*crickets*

-He is not in a relationship after ending things with Imra, she choses teh duty and work over relationships.

Now or Never Kiss: Characters kiss and confess their love for each other in a moment where they think they're about to die. 

-Mon-El kissing Kara while he thought he was going to die from medusa

-Kara kissing him and confessing love for the first time, while sending him away.

Oblivious to Love: They don't notice that someone is in love with them.

In a way, both. 

-Kara, when Eliza talked about it was like nope, impossible. Her first thought was that he flirted with her mother, after all. 

Eliza:He's trying to score points with me to impress you. 

Kara:There's no way. 

Eliza:Believe me. A mother knows.

-Mon-El, after all the drama with Mxy and friendzoning himself. His face after he realized she truly wanted him? Holy fuck! (pun intended)

Official Couple: Characters who are canonically in a relationship.

-Season 2.

-Season 5. We can assume in the last AU they were a couple, sue me, I don’t care

Official Couple struggles: 

-So, what we have here. Enemies to lovers,friends to lovers, dumbasses in love, kisses, horrible parents, angsty break ups and sweet make ups, assassins, almost dying, star-crossed lovers, teary goodbyes, arranged marriages, dying in front of her eyes, final goodbyes, time travels etc. 

Official Kiss: Two characters kiss to signal their Relationship Upgrade.

-Didn’t go very well, when Mon-El announced their dating. No kiss, but still they went official.

-In the Flash crossover at the end of the ep they kiss in front of the Flash team (x)

-Plus, they big damn True Love Kiss in the same ep (x)

One True Love: The one person you're meant to be with.

-The fact they never really moved from each other and both stayed canonically single forever, says a lot.

-Rao sent his ass to her.

-It’s canon he was the only one who can physically match her strenght and not end broken or dead while having sex. A fact. 

(x)

Please, Don't Leave Me: A character desperately pleads with the love of their life not to leave them. 

-Mon-El during the break up scene in 2x16.

-Kara pleading to not leave her in 2x17.

Post-Kiss Catatonia: A character is in shock after being kissed by their love.

-Kara after their first kiss looked quite shocked (x)

The Power of Love: Characters are empowered by feelings of love. 

-Kara was glowing and fighting crime, kicking asses, delivering puppies. In the morning. Sex did that. 

-The true love kiss in the Flash crossover basically brought  her back to life

-His scream to wake up, during 3x01 saved her from drowning (x).

-Also, she repeats to herself “wake up” after staring at their photobooth pic and allows herself to come back to her old self.

Red String of Fate: Two characters are bound by fate to be together. 

-Rao sent Mon-El to Kara, don’t fight me here

Relationship Sabotage: A character tries to ruin someone's romance, usually out of jealousy or protectiveness. 

-Rhea fits it, aka a bitch that treated Mon-El as her property.

-Mxy. Again.

Relationship Upgrade: Two characters are made an Official Couple.

-Season 2.

Removing the Rival: A character ties up or locks their love rival in a room in order to keep him/her away from their Love Interest. 

-Mxy sending Mon-El to DEO in his underwear, to have an alone talk with Kara, fits this trope.

Romance on the Set: Creators behind a show fall in love. 

-Melwood

Romantic Ribbing: Love interests tease their partners. 

-Happens a looooooooooooooot. From their Daxamite and Kryptonian quarrels to shenanigans, couchsitting or teasing just before kissing.

Romantic Ride Sharing: 

-Their flight to the Argo and you know, Kara being happy to be there with him, ALONE, in space.

Kara: It's perfect. Out here, with just you, I don't have to pretend. I can just be me.

-Plus, Mon-El’s words to J’onn before leaving? A typical prom date.

Mon-El: Home by midnight, Dad.

-Kara carrying his ass to many fights. Don’t fight me.

Romantic Wingman: A person who helps their friends out with their love lives. 

-Winn and Alura (x), Eve, Eliza.

Alex: So, maybe the reason that you made such big plans with me was so that you didn't have to think about how you actually feel about him. (...) You know, I happened to have taken a rather big romantic risk recently. And I gotta say... It pays off.

Eve: No, all he did was talk about you the entire date. (...) I told him, I said you have to get over your ex-girlfriend before you put yourself back out in the field.

Runaway Fiancé: A person who runs away from an Arranged Marriage, often to go be with the one they really love. 

-Well, he ended his arranged marriage with Imra, he just didn’t end up with his true love. Because of duty ==’

Second-Act Breakup: The Official Couple breaks up in the middle of the story after a misunderstanding or some other kind of conflict.

-I guess revealing that you are not a random Daxamite but a prince does the job.

Secret Relationship: Characters are in a relationship that they don't want their friends and family to know about.

-For like 30 seconds before Mon-El revealed everything? I mean, they all suspected it, but still. 

She Cleans Up Nicely: The frumpy Love Interest looks beautiful when they get dressed up. -In s2 when Mon-El approaches her at Lena's party. He calls her beautiful, duh.

Mon-El: What's your name beautiful?

-When he puts his Legion suit for the first time. Kara IS impressed (x)

Shipper on Deck: A character who supports a couple being together. 

-Eve, Alex, Winn, J’onn, Eliza, Alura, Cat, James (in s3, when Mon-El comes back, he says to Kara he never saw her so happy like she was with the Daxamite).

Shipping Torpedo: This character is strongly opposed to a couple being together.

-Mxy, tried to ruin their blossoming relationship, because his stalking ass realized they were meant together. 

-Rhea, for obvious reasons

Sickeningly Sweethearts: Two people love each other to a Sickeningly Sweet level.

-Romcom on steroids, with butterflies, heart eyes, sweet kisses and pinkish cheeks.

Single-Target Sexuality: Being in love with only one person. 

Canonically worked for both:

-Mon-El admitted he has never felt like that before Kara.

-Kara said to Cat she lost someone she loved for the first time.

-Crisis kind of fucked it, bringing Kenny to life, but the fact is she left him, becasue he could have not give her what she wanted. So, it could be considered as a schoolgirl crush, like in James’ case (x) (x)

So Happy Together: A tragedy strikes right as a pair of lovers have a happy moment with each other. 

-Sweet couch moment ruined by Rhea appearing on the tv in 2x16

-Kara dreaming about him and waking up in the fortress to Daxamites still threatening whole planet (x)

-Can we call Mxy a “tragedy” in s2????

Sorkin Relationship Moment: A character acts incredibly awkward when around their ex. 

-S3, Kara around Mimra.

Star-Crossed Lovers: Lovers who can't be together due to circumstances. 

-Romeo and Juliet of the whole series ==’

Through His Stomach: Winning someone's affections by cooking them a delicious meal. 

-Kara making him pancakes (x)

-Averted, with Mon-El learning (!!!!) and cooking for Kara (x)

-Does Mon-El destroying his mattress to bring her stuffing on the Thanksgiving dinner counts?

Time-Travel Romance: Romance between people from different time periods. 

-Didn’t go too well and they are left separated by centuries. 

True Love Is Exceptional: A character falls in love with someone who is usually not their type. 

-Kenny, James, William they all were much different than Mon-El. And only Mon was her true love

True Love's Kiss: Lovers share a kiss that cures a problem/causes a miracle to happen. 

-The Flash kiss basically brings her back to life, reality and fixes their relationship (x)

Unbroken Vigil: A character keeps watch over their unconscious Love Interest. 

-When Mon-El was still in coma after he landed on earth in 2x02

Kara: I know what it's like to be a stranger on this planet. So when you wake up, I'll be here for you. So, you never know what it's like to be alone.

-While he was fighting the medusa virus (x)

-When she was in coma after the parasite fight.

-He protects the Legion ship with unconcious Kara on it from Reign. He says “Careful, Brainy, you got precious cargo on board.” too.

Uncovering Relationship Status: A character tries to find out if their crush is already in a relationship. 

-After Karamel being kidnapped by Lillian, Mon-El asks James and Winn if she has a mate.

Undercover as Lovers: Two spies pose as lovers as they go undercover. 

-PARIS CITY, BITCHES (x)

What Does She See in Him?: People wonder why a character is in love with someone who seems so undesirable. 

-Mxy in s5. He got a „are you fucking serious?” look from Kara in return (x)

-Whole Mon’s monologue about falling in love with her in s3, while talking to J’onn

What Is This Thing You Call "Love"?: A character is unable to understand romantic love. 

-When Mon-El confessed he was confused and overwhelmed by the feelings in the Mxy’s ep

Mon-El:I've never felt like this about anyone in my life... I didn't know that there were this many feelings to even be had. My emotions, I guess they made me kind of crazy.

Women Prefer Strong Men: Women fall for men who are strong and muscular. 

-Her face after she saw him in the red suit and her little wow and chuckle says everything.

Working with the Ex: A character has to work with their ex-significant other. 

-All karamel scenes in s3, 5 and 6

You Have Waited Long Enough: When a character's true love doesn't return, they're forced to move on. 

-In a way when Alex argued with Kara at the beginning of s3 

Alex: Let me help you get over him. 

Kara:Get over him? That's... (SIGHS) He didn't dump me. I sent him away.

-Mon-El forced to marry Imra for world’s peace. 

-In a way, in the end, they both accepted they were going to live alone for the rest of their lives. Thanks writers :))))))

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BEHIND THE SCENES

-Thread of articles about Karamel and the characters (x)

-“The love of Kara’s life has just come back” - Katie McGrath (x)

-Chris Wood establishing the ship name as karamel “(WestAllen)...It's very sweet, but not as sweet as Karamel” in an interview before the Flash crossover (x)

-”I’m a fan of Kara being happy” - Melissa Benoist. (x) “You made me so happy” - Kara to Mon-El in the finale of s2 (x) “I’m just  happy (...) Dopey grin, butterflies in my stomach happy” 2x16 (x)

-Queller and Rovner about karamel on SDCC17 interview: “We saw Kara having to make a very painful hero’s choice, and send the love of her life off in space”. (x)

-Mon-El and Kara are the couple in 3 canon books written by Jo Whittemore, happening during season 2: Age of Atlantis, Curse of the Ancient and Master of Illusion (x)

-They are also described as a couple and the book follows the canon in Supergirl: The Secret Files of Kara Danvers: The Ultimate Guide to the Hit TV Show by Warner Brothers (x)

-4k following on a karamel group on Facebook (x)

-Most popular karamel vid on youtube has 54 million views (x) followed by 18 millions (x)

-Karamel fics on AO3 (x)

OTHER THINGS

-Kara shared her fave potstickers only with Mon-El. Willingly. While threatening Alex to murder her, when she wanted to steal them. 

-Coloristically speaking, Mon-El’s suit resembles Kal’s suit. Also, it’s a copy of Kal’s. They are the same, so it feels he belongs to the El family (plus there is a place for EL glyph on his chest). Their suits are matching, as simple as that.

-Karamel matches clothes and colors in many scenes and Mon-El wears red/crismon and blue in s2. For me it’s just how television works (contrast), but some people see more into it.

-He was wearing her dad’s clothes on Argo. There is no other logical explanation.

-Double date with Tara and her husband on Argo in s3, double date with Lena and Jack in s2.

-The fact is, Kara invited Mon-El to come with her to Argo and he STAYED IN HER HOUSE.

-Shenanigans as a pretended and real couple. Following by teasing each other a lot.

-Mon-El talking to her in Kryptonian on Argo.

-Kara gave him her necklace aka most important thing she had, a memory of her home to protect him and he wore it after 7 years, even while married to another woman. Canon didn’t say what happened to the necklace, so we can assume he still has it. As she still has his Legion ring. 

-Mon-El gives her a ring and Kara puts it on her finger which is basically screaming MARRIED.

-Them standing side by side at Kara’s farewell party, holding champagne and looking like they were at their engagement party.

-It was never explained, but they had a connection strong enough for him to reach her and wake her up while she was drowning. Also, he told her to wake up from a dream TWICE (in s2 and 3) and she did.

-She dreamed about him for 6 months. The fact her mother appeared there too, and both were ALIVE, while she was sure they were dead, says a lot. Also, the scene in her dream was filmed with blurry light, shining sun and with romantic, gentle music

-Both Kara moms approved of him almost immediately and saw romance between them.

-He is the only person she had sex and intimate relationship with. He also explained how things worked on Daxam (people got drugged to not feel emotions), his arranged marriage with Imra (based on respect, being content and saving the peace) and then describing his love for Kara that was special, means he really loved only Kara.

-When you think about it, she stared at his naked chest, while he was unconscious, a lot. Was it love at the first sight? Especially because he was her sleeping beauty and she was his prince charming. 

-He called her a woman of tomorrow in her dream and then gave her the Legion ring. Also, the fact he called her a woman , not a girl of tomorrow, may mean she went to the future as a mature person. Leaving the “girl” behind.

-Hugged from behind, while having a scene with Alex and Maggie.

-Forehead kisses, in s2 when he kissed her on the couch while she was upset after Jeremiah betrayed them, and when he came back from the future and was lying on the DEO bed.

-While making out on the couch, the camera shows two red roses, which are symbols of love and passion.

-Friendly reminder Kara ABANDONED potstickers to dance with him.

-Kara’s face when she thinks he was flirting with Eliza or when she saw his AU Flash and AU Iris version kissing on a couch and when they admitted they were in love.

-CW shows for that season were promoted with a trailer in which Kara and Mon-El wearing his superhero suit

-Kara, without a second of hesitation, opened the door of his cell when he started suffocating from the medusa’s virus.

-Kara helping him and being his mentor, was fulfilling the promise of taking her of Kal

-She asked to Mxy to take her from the AU in ep 100th right after he was killed by Reign

-They both searched for Argo, while driving J’onn’s old fashioned car. Plus Mon-El said “Home by midnight, dad” which was screaming them going for a prom date.

-He called her eyes COMETS, while stringing deeply into them.

-She called him her boyfriend while they interrupted Lena’s date and his “We kissed a lot” line in the Flash ep.

-Kara and Mon-El kissed in one comic book issue.

-They have a love song and it’s Everything she does is magic.

-On the ep struggled but hooked up in the end, their story was paired with another canon couple aka Sanvers

-”You know, sometimes people need  a shoulder to cry on even if they won’t admit it” - William to Kara. And Kara cried in Mon-El’s arms after Jeremiah’ betrayal.

-Whole Argo felt like one big honeymoon ep: engagement party with champagne in DEO, staying in her parent’s house, talking with mom-in-law, double dates with old best friends while the other couple talks about domestic life and kids, Kara touching his arm during that dinner, karamel spiritually adopting a little boy, Kara looking longingly at Mon-El interacting with Val, romantic walk in the garden with romantic music (the one played during their dream kiss in 3x01), him giving her his ring, Alura noticing their connection, Mon-El talking to Winn about how he can’t lose her again. 

-He noticed her crinkle after like, what? One week of knowing her? (x)

-Mon-El founded a freaking LEGION OF SUPERHEROES in her name and following her examples, rules and moral code. That’s love.

-They created their own love language. The blobbed name was invented by Mon-El and then repeated by Kara. The ongoing joke about Mon-El reading Romeo and Juliet. The nicknames (babe, woman of tomorrow).

-Foreshadowing. Mon-El calls them Romeo and Juliet aka the most famous doomed romantic couple of all time. In one of the books written by Jo Whittemore aka Supergirl: Master of Illusion, there is a prophet, who foreshadows him leaving for the future. 

-Personal space before becoming a couple? What personal space? (x) Also we can speculate if she touches his butt on this pic (x)

-After their first night, Kara brought him RED FLOWERS (x).

-The only time when Kara got happily drunk was with Mon-El. Normal alcohol doesn’t work for her, so he is the only one (beside Clark, I guess) who can drink alcohol for aliens and that can affect her. 

-Kara wanted to get rid of Mxy and spend a nice Valentine's day with Mon-El. VALENTINE’S day aka the day celebrated as the day of LOVE.

-Kara being completely ok with William dating…. the nurse?, and devastated when Mon-El dated Eve and Imra

-Kara saying she can’t be herself with other people or start relationships on a lie (William, Kenny, watching Lucy and James,) and then being herself with Mon-El and starting a relationship with him - since the beginning he knew who she was.

DIALOGUES AND LINES

2x02

Kara: I know what it's like to be a stranger on this planet. So when you wake up, I'll be here for you. So, you never know what it's like to be alone. 

2x03

Kara: Why were you sending a distress call? 

Mon-EL: Because I'm in distress!

+

Mon-EL: Right, and you've already made up your mind about me. So, it seems kind of pointless to keep talking to you. Bye-bye, your highness.

+

Kara: I don't know you at all. And it was a mistake of me to misjudge you just because you're from Daxam. Supergirl: You didn't try to k*ll the President. I apologize for assuming you did.

Kara: My name is Kara Zor-El, I'm from Krypton. (And like you, I'm a refugee on this planet. Earth. 

Mon-El:My name is Mon-El.

2x04

Kara: Sometimes I just like to come in here to tell her about my day. I know it's not really her, but I... Just makes me feel less... 

Mon-El: Alone.

+

Mon-El: I know it's not easy for you to be nice to me. Where I'm from and all.

+

Mon-EL: It's not your parents' fault. It's not even Krypton's fault. Okay, we shared a star, that's all.

+

Mon-El: Who would have thought? A boy from Daxam and a girl from Krypton, working together. 

Kara: Why? Is it because you come from a planet of partiers? 

Mon-El: No, because you come from a planet of snobs. I'm in your hands, Kara.

2x05

Mon-El:And you're telling me that you've never used your powers to do these menial tasks? 

Kara:(SCOFFS) Never. No. Not once. 

Mon-El:You know you get this little... This little crinkle right up there when you lie? 

Kara:I don't have a crinkle. 

Mon-El:Yeah, you're crinkling right now. 

Kara:I don't have a crinkle. 

Mon-El:You're crinkling at the moment.

+

Mon-El: What's your name, beautiful? Oh, it's you. Um, are you gonna yell at me again? 

Kara:I'm not gonna yell at you... 

Mon-El:What's wrong with your mouth? 

Kara:I'm not gonna yell at you again. Where's the suit from? 

Mon-El:Oh, you like it? Yeah, it's nice. Yeah, Eve gave me her little... Her plastic rectangle to buy things. 

Kara:You used her credit card? 

Mon-El:You're gonna yell at me again. 

Kara:I'm not gonna yell at you.

+

Mon-El: I miss dancing. I used to dance a lot on Daxam. 

Kara: Yeah, we danced on Krypton too. 

MonEl:Well, then... 

Kara: Sorry, hold on.

+

Mon-El: So, you're not mad at me? 

Kara:I get the feeling I'm always gonna be a little mad at you.

+

Kara: And I'll be here to help you, however you need me to. That's what a real mentor does.

2x06

Mon-El:You drink this drink, and I will train with you. 

Kara:I... I don't think so. 

Mon-EL:You scared? (SCOFFS) Oh, my God. (GROANS) That was very quick. How do you feel? 

Kara:Floaty. But I'm not floating. 

Mon-EL:No, you're sitting.

+

Alex: My sister, she's the one who believes in you. That's why she's so upset with you all the time. She thinks you have potential. To make a difference, like she does. To be a hero.

2x07

Mon-El: Oh. A courtship ring. You know, I've just learned that there is a long-standing mating ritual here where if you like it, you should've put a ring on it.

+

Lillian: Now we've been studying your friend. He's powerful, but has a very bad lead allergy. Say you'll do it and I'll let him live. Or I could just put one in his heart right now. 

Kara:No! Okay, okay! I'll do it. Stop! 

Mon-EL: Please. Don't. 

Kara:I'm not gonna let you die. Give me the helmet.

+

Kara:If something happens, if... If I don't get out of here, I need you to tell Alex something for me. I need you to tell her to just keep living her life on her own terms. Tell her I wasn't scared, okay? 

Mon-EL:Well, if I don't make it and you do, you're welcome to tell everyone I was scared out of my mind.

+

Mon-EL: I have to think, why me? Why am I the only one who survived Daxam? If I die in this cell, maybe I deserve to. 

Kara:You don't deserve to die. You deserve to survive.

+

Kara: You were really brave, Mon-El. 

Mon-El:I told you I was scared. 

Kara:Well, you could still be scared while being brave. Maybe there's a hero in you after all. 

Mon-El: Well, any, uh, any courage I do have, I learned it from you.

+

Mon-El: Is Kara maated? (...)On Daxam, we had arranged marriages, chosen for you at birth. You reach a certain age, boom. You're latched to that person. Is that how it works here on Earth? 

Winn:Uh, well, here on Earth, we call it getting hitched, not latched. And nowadays, you pretty much choose your own mate. 

Mon-El: Has Kara chosen? 

James: No, she has not. Why do you ask? 

Mon-El:Just studying Earthly customs.

2x08

Mon-El: Jolly Thanksgiving!

+

Kara: I think Mon-El is hitting on Eliza. 

Alex:No way.

Kara: You really hit it off with Mon-El. 

Eliza:Oh, Kara. He's chatting me up because I'm your mother. 

Kara:What? 

Eliza:He likes you! 

Kara:Uh, no. No. (GIGGLES) 

Eliza:Yes. He's trying to score points with me to impress you. 

Kara:There's no way. 

Eliza:Believe me. A mother knows.

+

Mon-EL: Out of everybody who could have found me in that pod, I'm the luckiest guy in the world that it was you. I'm just going to jump in and say there are so many things that I'm thankful for. And, honestly, I don't think I've ever really felt this much like myself than right now, and so there's a reason for that.

+

Kara: Hey, you don't, uh... You don't like me, do you? 

Mon-El: Of course I like you. 

Kara:No, I mean, like, you don't "like me" like me? 

Mon-El:"'Like you' like you"? Sorry, English is my second language. 

Kara: My mom, Eliza, she... She thought you were being extra nice to her on Thanksgiving. That's like a thing that boys on this planet do. They're nice to the moms of girls they have crushes on sometimes. 

Mon-El:"Crush"? Sorry, (STAMMERS) I'm not following. 

Kara: You don't want to mate with me, do you? 

Mon-El:Um... (COUGHING) I mean, have you seen the women that I've been attracting, earthlings and otherwise, since I've been on this planet?

+

Mon-El: Did you learn a new power where you can duplicate yourself? Because I'm seeing two of you and it's really cool. 

Kara: No. (LAUGHS) No, sorry. No new powers. Just... I think the double vision is all you. 

Mon-EL: Oh, so I have a new power? 

Mon-El: You know, you look beautiful, with the weight of all these worlds on your shoulder. You don't have to make me feel better. Yeah. Absolutely beautiful.

2x09

Mon-El: If you go looking for trouble... Trouble... Ye shall find. 

Kara:Thank you for the completely useless advice.

+

Kara: That's not club soda. 

Mon-El:Yeah, what exactly is club soda?

+

Mon-El: Question, do you think I'm more of a Goofus, or more of a Gallant? 

Kara:Goofus.

+

Mon-El:Yes. Yes, we are very religious. Very into our gods. 

Kara:God. 

Mon-EL:One God. We are madly monotheistic.

+

Mon-El: I wanna get my hands dirty, you know, like...

Mon-El: I wanna help you keep the world spinning. To prove that I was spared for a reason.

2x10

Mon-El: I remember. I was sick and alone. And you were leaning over me. And you must have been sad. Or something because your eyes were insanely blue. I mean, they always are. But they were like comets. And I had never seen anyone so stunning, and I kissed you, and it was okay that I was... It was okay that I was going to die, because I'd gotten to kiss you. I, um... (CLEARS THROAT) I saved you at the police station because... Because I care about you. (WHISPERS) Comets. 

Kara: Mon-El... 

Mon-El:I'm not here to change your mind. I get that... I get that you don't care about me. 

Kara:I do care about you. 

Mon-EL:But not in the same way. That's... (CLEARS THROAT) That's good, that's fine.

2x11

Kara:I'm not so sure we're a good match. 

Mon-El:Yeah. Yeah, no. I'm just glad we're on the same page, you know. 

Kara:I mean, I have my career in journalism that I just started out on. In the meantime, when I'm not being Supergirl, I really need to focus on that. And even if I did have time to date someone, I wouldn't date someone like... Someone who... Who... Who is... 

Mon-El:An intergalactic bartender? 

Kara:Yes! Yes. No. It's... Because it's not your job. It's... It's the way you are. 

Mon-El:...I'm going to go over there now.

+

Kara:He told me he liked me the other day. 

Alex:I'm so shocked. 

Kara:Was it that obvious? 

Alex:Duh!

+

Alex:And, you know, you looked a bit overwhelmed when you talked to Mon-El. So, maybe the reason that you made such big plans with me was so that you didn't have to think about how you actually feel about him. 

Kara:I told him how I feel. 

Alex:Mmm-hmm. And you really believe that? 

Kara:He's complicated. 

Alex:Mmm-hmm. 

Kara:But it's not just about him, it's about me. Every time I put myself out there, it backfires. I don't want it to happen again, it's too risky. 

Alex:You know, I happened to have taken a rather big romantic risk recently. And I gotta say... It pays off.  Maybe he's worth a shot.

2x12

Eve: No, all he did was talk about you the entire date. 

Kara: So he talked about me? 

Eve:I told him, I said you have to get over your ex-girlfriend before you put yourself back out in the field. 

Kara:Ex-girlfriend? (LAUGHS) No, no, no, no. Eve, Mike and I never dated. 

Eve:Mmm-hmm. Mike told me the same thing.

+

Mon-El:You believe in a lot of people that others don't. 

Kara:Oh, did you talk to James? 

Mon-El:No, I'm actually talking about myself.

Kara: I was mad at you, because I thought you were dating Eve. 

Mon-El:Ah. “Were,” as in past tense. Right? As in, she told you that the date didn't actually go well. 

Kara:Uh, she mentioned it. 

Mon-El:Yeah. You know, I'm not super hip on earthly social cues, but why would you be mad if I was dating Eve? 

Kara:I'm not mad. You literally just said you were mad. 

Kara:No. 

Mon-El:Two seconds ago, you said, “I am mad about...” 

Kara:Yeah, I'm surprised. Oh, not mad, surprised. I'm surprised that... You'd just date someone else, when you were serious about me, because I mean if... How could you be serious if you did that? 

Mon-El:If you don't like me, why do you... Why do you care? 

+

Kara:I can be strong, and stand my ground when I'm protecting someone else, but when that someone is me... It's a lot harder. 'Cause I don't like being vulnerable. We're really different.

Mon-El:I'm, uh, super fun. And you're hyper-critical. 

Kara:More like, you're an arrogant dude-bro and I'm the personification of the American way. 

Mon-El:I'm sorry, and I'm arrogant?

Kara: Last year I thought I could have it all, and then I thought I couldn't. Then I had to pick. So, I chose being Supergirl over having a relationship. And then, you came along, and I thought you were... thoughtless and selfish. And I kept writing you off. And you kept proving me wrong. And I just got me thinking... Maybe I can have it all. Hi. 

Mon-El:Hi.

2x13

Kara:Um, there was something happening between us before Mxyzptlk showed up. 

Mon-El:Mmm-hmm. 

Kara:And I really, really want to get back to that. (...) Because before you know it, he's going to be back in his dimension, and you and I, we can celebrate "The Day of the Valentine" together.

+

Mon-El:Because Mxy snaps his fingers, and there's flowers in your loft. And he snaps his fingers, and you're in Vera Wang... (

Kara:Oh, my God! What? You're jealous. 

Mon-El:I'm... That is ridiculous. 

Mon-El:I thought we were going to do that. 

Kara:We're too different, Mon-El. I'm sorry.

+

Mon-El: Hey, I just wanted to let you know that you're awesome.

+

Mon-El:I also wanted to say I'm sorry. For acting like an ass. I've been giving it a lot of thought and I have realized that you are my Kryptonite. 

Kara:Me? 

Mon-El:Oh, uh... No, I mean, my feelings for you. I've never felt like this about anyone in my life... I didn't know that there were this many feelings to even be had. My emotions, I guess they made me kind of crazy.

Mon-El:You don't think that we belong together, and I respected that. 

Kara:No, but Mxy wasn't the only one I tricked. I didn't mean it. I just said it so you'd let me go to protect you. Plus, he could have been listening, so... 

Mon-El:Wait. Wait, so you didn't mean any of that stuff that you said? 

Kara:Well, the first bit about your infuriating male ego, that part I meant. 

Mon-El:Okay, okay.

Kara: But the second part about us not being a match... I didn't mean that.

Mon-El:Well, you got rid of Mxy... 

Kara:I did. That means nothing is... Nothing is stopping us. 

Kara:Nope. Nothing is stopping us.

2x14

Mon-El: had a really nice time. 

Kara:Yeah? Me, too. 

Mon-El: Um, one note. 

Kara:Okay? 

Mon-El:I would like to wake up next to you.

Kara:Gosh, it's so nice to do that without breaking the guy's nose. 

Mon-El:How many times did that happen? 

Kara: Um... - Less than five. 

Mon-El: So four? 

+

Mon-El:Why don't you... Why don't you tell me what you need? I'll listen. 

Kara:Just be here with me.

Mon-El:Do you need anything else? Or... 

Kara:To wake up with me. 

Mon-El:Hey. I'd love to.

2x15

Mon-EL: Kara, I'm home! (CHUCKLES) I just... (IN NORMAL VOICE) I love saying it like that.

+

Mon-El:Well, what happens if you blob it? 

Kara:Blog. 

Mon-EL:Right, that's what I said, blob.

+

Mon-EL:Do you think it's the right thing to do? Go. 

Kara:Yes. I do. 

Mon-EL:Well, there you go. Then publish it. Easy. 

Kara:But how can you be so sure? 

Mon-EL:Because you are the most moral person I know. So if you think it's the right thing to do, it is.

+

Mon-EL:Hey. You have so much to offer this world. So don't let Snapper or anyone else tell you differently. Okay? 

Kara:You know something? 

Mon-EL:What?

Kara:Maybe being Supergirl and having you is enough. 

Mon-EL:You think so? 

Kara: Yeah.

2x16

Kara:What? 

Mon-EL:That face. That smile. 

Kara:I'm just happy. 

Mon-El:Yeah? 

Kara: Yeah, like that... Dopey grin, butterflies in my stomach happy. 

Mon-El:Mmm-hmm. 

Kara:Is that cheesy? 

Mon-El:It's like, it's like a rom-com on steroids cheesy. But I'm happy you're happy.

+

Mon-EL: My name is Mon-El. I'm the former Prince of Daxam. And I was a spoiled, useless person, that I didn't know. Until I met you. And I love being a hero because it means I get to spend every single day by your side. And I love the way that you're honest to a fault. And the way that you fight for those you care for. And I love you. With everything that I have, I love you.

+

Mon-El: No! Mother, that woman is the best thing that's ever happened to me. The best thing I know. And whether we're together or not, being near her, it makes me a better person. It makes me the person that I want to be.

The Flash 3x17

Mon-El: My name is Mon-El. I'm, I'm Kara's friend. We're more, more than friends.

+

Barry: Your boyfriend brought you to us. 

Kara:He is not my boyfriend. He, he's just a boy. Who is not my friend. He's my nothing. 

Barry: Okay.

+

Mon-El:I'm so sorry I lied to you. 

Kara:I forgive you.

+

Kara:Yeah, I think we'll be okay. Although, if you lie to me again, I will drop a mountain on you. 

Mon-EL:Wow.

2x17

Kara:What smells so... Oh, is that hash browns! 

Mon-EL: No, no, no, no! I'm trying to make you breakfast in bed. I'm going for full romance, here. And you have ruined it. 

Kara:Okay, that's very sweet. But there is no way you're getting in the way of me and bacon!

Mon-EL: Well, I figured since you were good enough to take me back, that I should be good enough to fill every moment of your life with joy.

+

Kara:Well, there's one good thing about not having to work at CatCo. 

Mon-EL:What's that? 

Kara:There's more time with you.

+

Kara:There's only one thing we can do. Talk to your mother. 

Mon-El: Run for our lives. 

+

Mon-EL: I think of this because I'm reading this play right now, Romeo and Juliet? 

Kara:Yeah, I've heard of it. Right and there's this moment at the end where I am right now, where they're about to run away together and to live happily ever after. And I can't help but think that that could be us. You know? 

Kara:Yeah, but Juliet and Romeo both die at the end. 

Mon-El:...I did not see that coming.

Kara:I'm Supergirl, I don't run from anything. 

Mon-EL:Yeah, I know. It's one of the more annoying things about you. 

Kara:Thank you. 

Mon-EL:You're welcome.

Mon-El: People don't really change. 

Kara:Sure they do. You did. You've become someone incredible and unselfish. Just give her a chance. 

Mon-El:You really think I'm incredible? 

Kara: *crinkling* No. I just said that to get you to listen to me.

+

Kara: When Mon-El first landed here, we didn't understand each other. But we found a connection. Through the kindness in our hearts.

+

Mon-El: Whatever you want. I'll go back to Daxam, I'll be your prince. All of it. Just stop hurting her. 

Rhea:I have your word? No tricks? No resistance? 

Mon-EL: You have my word. (...) I'm sorry, Kara. This is the only way. So long as you're safe.

Kara:  Don't go. 

+

Kara:This is Mon-El's life. Please. 

J'onn:I cannot disobey the President of the United States. I know it's easy to let emotions get involved, but there's a protocol. I'm not the one calling the shots right now. I know how much you care for Mon-El. But this is too dangerous. 

Kara:I have to save him. I know you understand. Once that ship leaves he's gone forever.

Kara:Please. J'onn, I can't lose him.

+

Mon-El: You came after me. 

Kara:Every time.

+

Mon-El:I think we could all stand to be a little more like you. More optimistic and brave... 

Kara:I think you were pretty brave. 

Mon-EL:No, I just did what I knew you would have done. And it was terrifying.

+

Mon-EL:I know I'm beginning to sound like a broken record here but I admire you. 

Kara:Well, I'm not going to forget the way you sacrificed yourself for me. Ever. 

Mon-EL:So we saved each other today. Yeah. Just like Romeo and Juliet. 

Kara:You really need to finish it. Can you finish reading that, please?

2x18

Kara: Yeah, this is my boyfriend, Mike.

+

Kara:This is an exception. 

Mon-El:Yes! Shenanigans!

2x19

Mon-El: Babe!

2x21

Kara: Hi. 

Mon-el: Hi. 

Kara:Uh, Kara Danvers sent me to get you. 

Mon-El: Yeah. She's great, isn't she? 

Kara:She'll be thrilled to hear you think so.

+

Mon-El:Please, don't do this. You're not gonna get through to her. 

Kara:I have to try. As long as you're safe.

2x22

Kara:Let's just stay here a little while longer, okay? 

Mon-EL:How long? 

Kara:Until tomorrow. 

Mon-EL: Okay, woman of tomorrow.

+

Mon-El: *hugging Kara* Are you okay? 

Kara: I'm so much better now.

+

Clark: You must be a good guy or she wouldn't be with you.

+

Kara: I feel like I'm on the brink of having everything I've ever wanted. Family, friends, a job I love. A life as a hero I never could have imagined. And Mon-El.

Clark: Whenever I fight, no matter who it's against or where it is, I'm always fighting for Lois. I fight with her right here. The people we love, they're, uh... They're another secret superpower. Keep him with you.

+

Mon-El: There's something I need to say. Wherever I go... I'm gonna be better because of you. You'll be in my heart. I promise I'm going to be the man...  That you thought I could be.

Kara: You've made me so happy.Take this*gives him her necklace*. Take this. This will keep you safe. I love you. And I should have said it before. I love you.

+

Kara: Go be with your girlfriend. I need to know you two are happy. Like I want to know about Winn and Lyra, J'onn and M'gann, Clark and Lois. It's not like everybody else's world stopped.

+

Kara:While you've been away, uh... I've been in a relationship... 

Cat:Kara Danvers has a boyfriend?A year in a yurt, and I miss everything! 

Kara: Had a boyfriend. (...) For the first time ever, I really liked someone... Loved someone…

3x01

Alex:Let me help. Let me help you get over him. 

Kara:Get over him? That's... (SIGHS) He didn't dump me. I sent him away. And for all I know he's...

+

Kara: Clark said it himself. The decision I made, he couldn't have made that sacrifice But me, I couldn't have lived with myself if I hadn't. I will always make the decision I made. I am not a human. I tried to be. But I'm not. Kara Danvers was a mistake.

+

Mon-El: *saving Kara from drowning* Wake up!

+

Kara: *to herself* Wake up.

3x02

Kara:No, who I am as Kara feels broken. I lost Mon-El. Lena keeps asking me where I'm going, which is new and horrible.

+

Kara:I kill him. 

Alex:No. 

Kara:It's him in the pod, not me. Mon-El? I kill him. 

Alex: No. 

Kara:I kill him, it was me. He's dead. He's dead. I know he's dead, I know it! If he were alive, we would have heard from him. We would've gotten a message. He died in the pod. I put him in there and he died. 

Alex:Kara, he's not dead. 

Kara:He died, I kill him. I kill him! I kill him! 

Alex: He is not dead! 

Kara: I kill him. 

Alex:He is alive. Okay, I know it. I don't know where, I don't know how, but I just... I know he's alive. You saved him.

3x07

Kara:I missed you. 

Mon-EL:Me too. 

Kara:It's been... Tough. Seven months of not knowing. 

Mon-El:Seven months? I tried to send a message... so many times, to tell you I was okay, but I couldn't. - I tried. 

Kara:It's okay. You can tell me all about what happened later. 

Mon-El:Kara... 

Kara: Shh. 

Mon-El: No, Kara...

Kara:Just sleep.

+

James: Not so sure about the beard, though. 

Kara:I kinda like it.

+

James:You know, I watched you two last year. I've never seen you more happy. And I know that he would never do anything to hurt you.

+

Mon-El:It's me. 

Kara:Then... Then make me believe it. Please. [BREATH TREMBLING] You know, I don't sleep anymore. I lay awake at night just staring at the ceiling, because if I close my eyes I dream about you dying. [VOICE BREAKING] I see you disappear into the blackness of space forever. [SOBS] This was all I wanted. This. And when I saw you on that ship... [INHALES DEEPLY] oh, my God, I felt like I could hope again. I could touch you, and see you and hear you, and be with you, finally. But... you're different. You have nothing to say? Nothing? 

Mon-El:I'm sorry. 

Kara:Shame on me for having a human heart.

+

Kara:My necklace. Why'd you have to come down here, anyway? 

Mon-EL:If we hadn't come here, you would have died. It doesn't matter, I'm not your problem anymore. 

Kara:How could you have changed so much? It's only been seven months. 

Mon-El:No, it's been seven years! It's been seven months for you, but it has been seven years for me since the day I went in that pod.

+

Kara:So what? You just... You just forgot about me? Why are you still wearing the necklace?

+

Kara:You kept the necklace. 

Mon-El:Of course I did. As a reminder of everything you taught me and did for me. A reminder of you. It means a lot. You have to believe that no matter what... What century or universe, or world I'm living in, that I would never forget you. Never.

+

Mon-El:You've never needed my protection. Except for that one time when we went for all-you-can-eat ribs. And you, uh... You were inhaling those things, if I remember correctly. - I swear if hadn't stopped you... 

Kara:It was a limited-time offer. I had to.

Kara:This is the first time I've seen you smile since you've been back. I haven't had a chance to say it yet, but, uh... it's really good to see you.

3x08

Kara: And even though she looks like a greek goddess i can’t find any reason to hate her.

+

Mon-EL: Well, that just strengthens my point because the greek gods have nothing on you.

3x10

Mon-El: Careful Brainy! You’ve got precious cargo onboard!

+

Mon-El:Hey, Kara. I was really worried about you. When you didn't wake up... I still care about you. 

Kara:I know. 

Mon-El:It was great fighting with you again. 

Kara: Yeah. 

Mon-El:I missed that.

3x13

Mon-El: But with Kara, I mean... [CHUCKLES] There was nothing logical about falling in love with Kara. I mean, she was... She was a Kryptonian elitist, and I was this completely self-absorbed misogynist. Not anymore. But what I felt for her, it was... It was just... 

3x14

Kara:I would just say maybe you should sing Kansas for yourself and not for other people. 

Mon-El:Yeah, that's good advice.

+

Kara:What was that back there with the T. rex? 

Mon-El:Cape tricks. 

Kara:"Cape tricks"? 

Mon-El:My old Legion uniform had one. Well, I've been fighting with a cape for three years and all it seems to do is get in the way. I can help with that, if you want. 

Kara:I'd like that.

3x15

Kara: *heart eyes* Wow. 

Mon-El:You always said I cleaned up nicely.

+

Mon-El:You ready? 

Kara:Yeah, I was born ready.

+

Mon-El:I didn't really grasp your perspective back then. 

Kara:Yeah, but still, I shouldn't have hit you. I'm sorry for that. 

Mon-El:And I'm sorry for... [SIGHS] I'm just sorry. Can we make an agreement? 

Kara:Yes. 

Mon-El:No more apologies. 

Kara:Do you wanna go be heroes?

3x18

Kara:I'm really happy I got to see you again. Witnessed the man you've become. 

Mon-El:It meant the world to me to be back here with you. And with everyone. To fight by your side.

+

Imra: But this time needs you, Mon-El. You need to help them. And you need to go back so you can figure out what's been weighing on your heart. I risked our lives and our marriage to stop Pestilence. I still believe it was worth it. I hoped that once we left, you'd put your feelings for Kara behind you. 

Mon-El:I swear I never... 

Imra:You've done nothing wrong. You've tried to bury your feelings. You behaved honorably. You must know that I would never do anything to dishonor you. I know. But I need a man, a partner... Who will choose me with a full heart. Go back. Help her fight Reign. If you stay, then that's your destiny.

3x19

Kara:Bangarang. 

Mon-EL: *to J'onn* Home by midnight, Dad.

3x20

Kara: Out here, with just you, I don't have to pretend. I can just be me.

+

Mon-EL: Supergirl. 

Kara:Not Supergirl. Kara Zor-El.

+

Mon-El:I'm very fond of your daughter. As are many others on Earth, and across time. You should be very proud of what she's become. 

Alura:I am.

3x21

Kara:Hey, thank you for everything, by the way. For coming back in, and helping, and being part of the team. It's really meant a lot to me. 

Mon-EL:Yeah, well, a while ago, someone pretty great taught me how to be a hero. 

Kara:She didn't do a bad job.

+

Kara:Why don't you just come with me?

Mon-El: I wouldn't wanna crash your homecoming. 

Kara:You wouldn't be crashing anything. It would be lovely to have you there. 

Mon-EL:You're serious? 

Kara:Absolutely. 

Mon-EL:Okay.

+

Mon-EL:Why are you smiling? 

Kara:It just feels amazing to be normal. I'm actually relieved I can't fly. No one to save.

+

Kara:New friend? 

Mother:Mon-El saved his life. Healed him with the device from his belt. 

Mon-EL:It's a development from the future. 

Kara:Saving people without telling me, hmm?

+

Kara:Do you think I'm being paranoid? 

Mon-EL:If I've learned anything, it's that your instincts are usually spot on. I think you should take this *gives her Legion ring*. 

Kara:No, Mon-El, don't... 

Mon-El:It's just in case. It will allow you to fly. 

Kara:Thank you.

+

Mon-EL: I didn't want to burden you before. Um... I know you've moved on... From us. But I didn't just come back here to help you fight Reign. When I left Imra, she asked me to sort out how I felt. And not just about her. About you. And I've been trying to convince myself that friendship between us was the right thing. But I think I've been lying to myself. I'm sorry to spring this on you in the midst of you trying to acclimate here. 

Kara:Don't be sorry. 

Mon-EL:I just don't want to hide things, pretend like they don't exist. 

Kara:After you left, I had a dream where I was walking down this path. A lot like this one. It was peaceful, and serene and... You were there, waiting for me. And all I wanted was for you to be in that field with me. Now you are. 

Mon-EL:Now I am.

3x22

Mon-EL:I lost her once, Winn. I'm not sure I can do it again.

+

Alura:He's a good man. Yeah, yeah, he is. The connection between you two is obvious. He makes you happy. Do you love him? 

Kara:No, mom, that's not an easy question to answer. 

Alura:Why not? 

Kara:There's a history between us. And complications.

3x23

Mon-EL:I have loved fighting by your side. Being there through all of it, the ups, the downs, the particularly tough days. You know, for a moment there, I thought that... that maybe this was my... my place, my time. But I learned some troubling things today, uh, about the future. I need to go back. I can't abandon the Legion. Or the world that I swore to protect, right when they need me most. 

Kara:I know you can't. You wouldn't be the man you are, if you did. The man I admire so much.

Mon-El: *gives her the legion ring* In case you ever need me.

5x13

Mon-El:You know it's okay to mess up, right? No matter how many mistakes I've made, you've always forgiven me. You should, uh, know that you deserve the same compassion that you show others.

6x20

Kara:Mon-El? 

Mon-EL:Your big speech made the history books.

+

Mon-EL: Your speech the other day... I don't know if you realize right now but... it changed the course of our future. Empowering everyone to be a hero of their own life. You... you inspire us. Always.

+++

Big thanks for LW, Re, Peggy, Aci, Julie, Mika.

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Remus had been avoiding you for the past three days. Three days since you’d spoken to your boyfriend, two and half since you’d even seen him. It sucked.

The reasoning behind it was somehow worse - you’d tried to tell him you wanted to sleep with him, and he had literally run away.

So you were set on finding the boy and talking it out , and if it came to it, breaking up with him.

You didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t want you, especially to the extent of intentional avoidance.

You were in a relationship, not an extended game of hide and seek.

So you’d concocted a plan - Tuesdays were when the other boys had quidditch practice, and Remus would be in his dorm on his own for at least three hours, studying, doing homework, or whatever it was that he would do on his own.

Now, today was Tuesday, which meant that tomorrow morning you’d either be very satisfied, or very single.

You weren't even quite certain what you'd expected to come out of the confrontation – a screaming match where you found out all the reasons why he didn't want you? A startling confession where you found out that your boyfriend was a virgin?

Nevertheless, you stalked towards the Marauders' dorm room, intent on confronting him, only to falter as you reached the heavy doors, hearing sounds coming from the other side.

Registering what the noises were, you ground your teeth loudly, clenching your jaw as you gripped the doorknob.

"Oh fuck off."

⚔︎

You slammed the door open, Remus rolling off his bed in shock at the sound.

"Are you joking?!"

Remus looked at you in confusion and fear, kneeling beside the bed with his head peeking over the side, a sheepish blush coating his cheeks.

"Um, Y/N, do you mind? I was kind of in the middle of something..."

You let out a laugh of exasperation, throwing your schoolbag on the ground in frustration.

"Yeah, I know. I could hear you outside. Am I just so unattractive to you, that I basically tell you to fuck me and you had to run away from me? You'd rather fuck your own hand than me?!"

Bending over to pick up your bag, you could practically your heart breaking as Remus scrambled to put on his pants.

Your fears had been confirmed – he didn't find you as attractive as you found him, and it hurt. You just wanted to run far, far away from him, to hide yourself away and be able to release the tears that were threatening to escape.

But as you turned to run from the room, that familiar grasp landed on your wrist, stopping you from leaving the dreaded place.

"Y/N, wait–"

"No, I get it, okay? I don't need to hear you say it out loud."

Your voice cracked as you tried to wrench your hand out of the werewolf's grip, unable to hide your sadness and hurt as you were turned to face the boy.

"Y/N! Please, let me explain myself, please. If you want to leave afterwards, you can. I just, please?"

You didn't really want to hear his explanations, but some masochistic, yet hopeful, part of you wanted to know just why he didn't want you.

Maybe you could change for him?

You relaxed in his arms, still not quite looking into Remus' arms as you no longer made any attempts to run away.

"You're right, I did run away from you when you said you were ready to sleep with me."

Your eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to hear the rest of his words.

"But that's just because I was afraid you wouldn't want to be with me anymore if I told you what I wanted."

Your eyes opened slowly as you lifted your head to look at the boy, your brows furrowed in confusion as you peered at him.

"What d'you mean?"

It was Remus' turn to become flustered now, his hands moving from your side to cover his face in embarrassment.

"I–okay. You know how you thought I ran away from you because I didn't find you attractive?"

You nodded, still half-convinced that was the truth, the reason why he'd avoided you for so long.

"It, it was the opposite."

You raised a brow in disbelief, unable to stop a skeptical laugh from escaping your mouth, Remus' hands falling away from his face so he could look into your eyes.

"It's true! I, fuck this is embarrassing, and you're probably going to run away from me if I tell you the truth."

You crossed your arms with a huff.

"Well right now I'm not quite certain there is a 'truth' that you speak of! I'm quite certain you're just making it all up, trying to hide the fact that you think I'm unattractive."

Remus grit his teeth, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly as if to shake you awake.

"No! That's absurd. I, I find you so bloody attractive, and, fuck it I'm just going to say it and if you break up with me I won't even blame you. I've been having dreams of you and I, but in those dreams," Remus' hands relaxed from your shoulders, falling to his side in embarrassment, "I would, um, cum inside of you, and uh, fill you with my pups."

Your jaw fell open at the boy's admission, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably before continuing to speak.

"And I've never even thought of that before! I think you're just so bloody hot that you've awoken some sort of primal instinct inside me, I just want to ruin you, and–and breed you. Fuck this sounds so creepy doesn't it."

You were incapable of shutting your jaw at this point. This was far from what you thought you'd hear from your boyfriend's mouth today.

"Y/N... I've scared you away, haven't I? I mean, of course you'd be freaked out..."

The boy continued to mumble to himself, terrified that he'd ruined your relationship, certain that you'd break up with him.

Contrary to what he thought though, you found his words incredibly hot.

And you'd be damned if you didn't make that a reality.

⚔︎

In the middle of Remus' ramblings, he was barely able to register that you'd moved towards him, placing your hands onto his cheeks until your soft voice rang in his ears.

"Remus?"

The brunette's eyes snapped to meet yours, gaze darting between each of your eyes as he awaited your words.

"Fucking ruin me, please."

Before the last word even left your mouth fully, Remus was already on top of you, his lips capturing yours hungrily, like you were his first meal in weeks and he was dying to have you.

As Remus devoured you, he backed the two of you onto his bed, his legs lodged between yours as you gripped onto his neck, eager to have him.

You arched your back as you were overcome with need, trying desperately to grind your clothed cunt onto his hard-on, but the boy only tutted at you, moving away from your lips to push your hips down on the bed.

"Such a desperate little slut, hmm?"

You only whined in return, trying to grind into his legs that were between you, Remus smirking down at you.

"Take your clothes off love."

Your hands moved to unbutton your school shirt without a second word, fingers moving in a flurry to throw it off before tossing your bra across the room, Remus moving at very much the same speed as he removed his clothes.

You both quickly found yourselves naked, admiring each other through lust-filled eyes as the boy lowered himself slowly towards you, his lips ghosting over yours as you laid yourself back down.

"So beautiful."

His lips quickly captured yours, both your hands exploring each other's bodies for the first time – tingles of excitement running through your bodies.

Your hands traced his scars as his ran down your curves, him stopping to suck in a breath as you cupped his cock, fully hardened under your fingers.

"Fuck, don't tease me Y/N."

You only licked the boy's lips in return, but was treated with a taste of your own medicine as his hand brushed your lower lips softly, tracing your slit teasingly slowly.

"Remus... Please."

Your cupped hand became a grip – encircling the werewolf's member as you began to pump up and down his shaft slowly, eliciting a low moan from Remus.

He responded by slipping a finger into you, the kiss broken as both your lips were preoccupied with a mixture of swears and moans, asking the other to hasten their pace as you two built up your orgasms.

"Wait, fuck stop. Stop Y/N."

Remus' other hand came to stop your hand as he kept himself up on his knees, pulling away from your close contact to look into your eyes.

"'m too fucking close, wanna cum inside you."

You swore you could feel your eyes darken at the boy's words, and so did his.

"Then fuck me."

⚔︎

Remus gripped your thighs tightly as he kissed down your body, spreading your legs and leaving a kiss on your soaking centre. You let out a shaky moan as he planted his tongue against it, licking a stripe up your lips.

"For next time."

The boy moved back up your body, his head hovering over yours as he looked down at his cock, pumping the already erect shaft before tracing his head along your lips.

"R-Remus, please. Want to feel you inside me."

The boy tutted at you mockingly, before sinking himself inside you slowly, moaning at the feeling of your walls stretching around him.

"Fuck, you're so tight baby."

You moaned around him in a mix of pain and pleasure – his fingers not at all preparing you for his cock, stretching you in a way that none of your exes could ever compete with.

"You're so big Re, please, fuck."

Remus pressed a wet kiss to your forehead, his face contorted in pleasure as he awaited your green light to start moving.

After a moment, you nodded as the feeling of being full sent tingles down your spine, letting out a loud moan as the boy began moving out of you slowly, shifting himself so he could grip your hips more firmly for support.

"F-faster."

You muttered out as you clenched your walls around Remus, your orgasm already building from when he prepared you.

"Yeah, my desperate little slut wants me to go faster?"

His hips hastened the speed as his words made you whine loudly, his head lowering to leave kisses on your neck, marking you for the world to see.

“I’m close Re, fuck.”

“Me too princess.”

The boy buried his face into your neck as he began twitching inside of you, his speed faltering for a second as he let out a moan that could border on animalistic, cumming inside you.

The feeling of being filled more than you knew possible pushed you over the edge as Remus continued thrusting his seed deeper into you, moaning as your walls fluttered around him, cumming at the feeling of your boyfriend inside you.

"You look so fucking gorgeous right now love, such a good little cumslut for me, hmm?"

You could only whine in response as Remus continued fucking into you, his cock hardening yet again at the thought of you full of him.

"Gonna look so pretty filled with m'pups, love. Going to fill you up over and over and over again, watch my cum leak out of you because of how full you are."

You moaned at Remus' filthy words, turning to kiss his neck, softly nibbling on his earlobe as you gripped onto his shoulders.

"Yes Re, fuck. Fill me up, feel so good with you inside me. Making me feel so full. Wanna have your pups, want you to cum inside me. Make me yours Re."

It didn't take long for a second orgasm to start building, and it definitely didn't help that Remus had moved one hand to start rubbing at your clit, making you moan at the overstimulation.

"Feel good, hmm, love?"

You nodded into the boy's neck, your eyes squeezed shut as pleasure coursed throughout your body, unable to process proper words. The only sounds that filled the room were the sinful slaps of skin against skin, and a faint noise that made you blush.

It was the sound of Remus' cock slipping in and out of you, slick with the combination of both of your cum.

"Re, I-, fuck, close, again."

Unable to string together a proper sentence, your walls began fluttering around Remus yet again.

"So am I love. You feel so good, making me lose control. Wait for me, we'll cum together."

Your eyes rolled backwards, waiting for Remus. The task seemed impossible as pleasure pulsed throughout your body, your toes curling and legs shaking at the feelings.

"Re, please, I need to cum so badly. You feel so good."

Your nails dug into Remus' back, the feeling burning into him and making him groan into your neck.

"Yes, fuck Y/N. Cum with me love."

Finally able to release, you let out a moan that bordered on pornographic, seeing stars as your eyes squeezed shut much harder than before. You felt ropes of Remus' cum hit your walls, another animalistic groan reaching your ears as he bit into your neck, making you moan softly in the midst of a post-orgasmic bliss.

Panting, your chests rose and fall in tandem as Remus fell on top of you, his cock limp inside you. After a moment, he spoke up.

"Y'know you squirted?"

Your eyes shot open, staring at the boy who craned his neck to look down at you.

"I-, what?"

The werewolf let out a boyish smile, tongue running over his teeth as he stared down at you.

"It was hot."

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Maybe more (2)

Pair: JJ Maybank x reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, angst and a fluffy ending

Summary: You and JJ always had some tension between you two. One drunken night you shared a moment, both of you being oblivious to your feelings for each other decided to completely ignore it making your individual friendship drift.

A/N: Thanks so much for the support on the first part! Here's another one for you guys, lemme know if you have any request for any of the characters you see on my master list or any others and I'll let you know if I write for them. Also lemme know if you would like to be tagged in any future JJ fics.

Masterlist Part 1

A week had gone by since the argument, why couldn't he understand that he did not want to know what your mood was all about? It was for his own good and yours. He didn't need to feel guilty about not loving you back and you, well you didn't have to feel the pain of rejection. It was all for the best; was what you kept telling yourself every time he ignored you while you hung out with the Pogues. You wanted to roll your eyes, yell at him, tease him and laugh again, like how you used to before your stupid feelings ruined everything.

Here goes another day where JJ ignores you and your attempts at talking to him, great. Thankfully, you were saved from a day full of longingly gazing at him from afar, by Kiara who invited you to go surfing with her and Sarah. Pope was out running errands for his dad, John B and JJ were out working so you and the girls had your free time without them. You paddled out on your board waiting for another wave to come in when Kie asked you the million-dollar question, "What's going on with you and JJ?"

"What do you mean?" You responded, "There's nothing going on between me and JJ."

"That's exactly what I mean, there's nothing happening and there is always something happening between you two." She stated that as if it was a fact. You supposed she was right but not in the way most people would think. "You're less touchy-feely, with each other it's almost unnatural for you guys."

"True! plus I don't think I've heard you say a word to each other for a while, what's up with that?" Sarah chimed in. Not that you didn't trust Kie and Sarah both enough to tell them, but you wanted to spare yourself the lecture that would await from Kiara.

You could imagine the conversation perfectly; 'Really Y/N, of all your options in the OBX, you choose JJ', Sarah would gush about how you would match perfectly. Kie would remind you of how mentally unstable JJ is, to which you would reply, 'Is anybody really mentally stable?' Oh god, you just knew she would say 'I'm all for mental health but we should all focus less on ourselves and focus more on the environment! Our planet is dying Y/N!'

"Y/N!" Kie snapped her finger, "You good?"

"Mhm," you nodded, "Sorry just lost in thought."

Kie looked concerned, "Seriously, what is up with you lately?" You weighed the pros and cons of telling them. Pro, you would have someone you could share your feelings with instead of holding it all in; it was definitely taking a toll on you mentally. Con, knowing them they would meddle, and then there was the lecture part but you didn't care as much about it now. 'fuck it.'

"I'm in love with JJ," you said abruptly. Sarah giggled, "Not much of a secret girl."

"Yeah for real, what did you just realize it now?" Kie shifted onto her stomach. "Is that why you freaked out? Did you tell him?" She went on sprouting out her theories.

"We fucked!" You cringed as you spoke a little too loudly. Their reactions were one you had expected. Once they had recovered from the initial shock of what you had just admitted, you all swam back to shore, since there were only capillary waves. You had spent half of the morning and most of the afternoon out anyway.

"Kie and I are going back to my house if you wanna come with and talk about this more." Sarah offered. You pointed in the direction of the chateau while walking backward, "I left my stuff back there actually, I might as well shower while I'm inside, I'll meet you guys there."

"Alright, be safe" Kiara and Sarah said their goodbyes to you and you head inside.

~~~

You looked everywhere and you still couldn't find your bag. John B's house was a mess, you made a mental note to help him clean up or at least yell at him about it. Your duffel bag was nowhere to be found, your mind drifted to the only other place it could possibly be. 'fuck' you swore; mentally, JB or pope must've put your bag in his room. You did not wanna go inside there, it hurt too much to be in a place that held so many memories. You debated just walking to Sarah's like this, you shook your head 'No, don't be a coward. He's not even home, he's at work.'

You exhaled, you'll just turn on the shower water since you knew it always took a minute to heat up. You rush into JJs and yours used to be a shared room, determined to just get the bag and get out before you were reminded of all the late nights and good times you spent here with JJ, but what you saw was way worse. You froze, JJ was on top of the same girl you saw him flirting with in front of your school, Alyssa.

JJ's head snapped up to shoo away the person who interrupted them, the anger that rose at that moment dialed down the second he saw it was you.

"Oh shit, I-i'm sorry." You stuttered out an apology before shutting the door behind you when you left. You bolt to the bathroom, locking it behind you, jealously raging in you. You quickly undress knowing if you get in the shower, it can cool you down enough that you won't punch a wall, and you can cry without being heard.

JJ pulls up his pants that were on the floor just seconds ago. Seeing you burst into the room, the look on your face when you saw him with her; wasn't an expression he ever wanted to see on your face again. It was pure disappointment, defeat, and something else, he couldn't tell what it was, and usually, he was pretty good at reading you. After you came in, he told the girl-- who's name he couldn't remember-- to go. She asked a ton of questions that he couldn't be bothered to answer, not when his best friend, the best friend he loved cared about deeply was obviously not okay.

He got dressed, he was trying to figure out what you were so upset about when he saw your bag in the corner of the room. That must've been what you were trying to get before you saw him with that girl. Maybe that's why you were mad, it just didn't make sense. You had both agreed that it was a one-time thing that wouldn't go past that one night.

Not that he would admit this to you but he wished it was more than one night, when you asked him what was going to happen after--the next morning, he told you that it should stay between you and him and you didn't have to speak of it going past that day if you didn't want to. In truth, he only said that because he thought that was what you wanted.

JJ had loved you since the first moment he sneaked into your room begging you to let him stay after a fight with his dad. He wanted more moments like the one that night or the ones where you would stay up all night talking and joking around while being cuddled up to each other. Was it possible that you were jealous when you saw him with what's her name? Could you possibly feel the same way?

JJ shivered, he needed a joint, there was no way he could handle this sober. Since he was heading out to smoke he picked up your bag and left it outside of the bathroom door for you to grab when you were done.

~~~

You saw it when you opened the door, you didn't know what you were gonna do with just a towel wrapped around you. You did not want to go back in there to get your bag. Luckily, you didn't have to. You assumed whatever was going on inside the room was over since the door was slightly cracked and you didn't hear anything coming from it. Taking your chances, you entered the room to change.

You saw him sitting on the couch outside, finishing up a joint. He stood up as soon as he saw you. "Y/N/N, I am so sorry you saw that, I didn't think anybody was home and-"

"J, It's fine." You cut him off and like always, you tried to play it off. "It was gross but hey it is what it is, she was cute. What happened?"

"The mood was kinda ruined..." He confessed, "For real though, are you good?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You shrugged, trying hard to fight the tears burning in the back of your eyes.

"I know things have been weird between us, we haven't talked especially about what happened between-"

"There's nothing to talk about, we both agreed never to talk about it since it was a one-time thing." You snapped, "You were just doing what you usually do, there's nothing weird or wrong about it other than the fact that I happened to walk in at the wrong moment."

You walk off without saying another word, scared of what might come out if you do.

Making it to Sarah's house finally, you thank whatever God is out there for not having any run-ins with any kooks. It seems like you spoke too soon because the person who opened the door was Rafe, Sarah's dickhead of an older brother who was always high off coke or whatever drug he was into at the time.

"Hi," You speak lowly not trying to make much of a conversation with the crazy junkie of a boy. You moved to walk past him and he caught your upper arm. You glance at his hand to his face as a way to signal him overstepping.

"My bad," He let go of his hold on you "You okay?"

His answer was expected but his question was not, why the hell did Rafe Cameron care if you were okay?

"Um, yeah I'm good." You slowly stepped away from him, "Uh, thanks for opening the door but Sarah's waiting for me."

"Hold on, you sure you're okay?" He pointed in the direction of the kitchen. "You want something to drink?" You furrowed your brows at the question, there was no way you were going to drink with Rafe, especially not something he served for you. "Not like a drink-drink, I meant like water or something," He reassures.

This was highly unusual, you never had any run-ins with Rafe, occasionally just bumping into him when you were with the other Pogues when he would shout vulgar names at you all (you tried not to give him attention) and now that you were closer with Sarah, but this was the most words you've ever exchanged with the oldest Cameron sibling.

You were pretty sure if you denied him he'd only bother you more, or you'd get him angry, you could never know with his unpredictable behavior. It was only water, in the kitchen, Sarah and Kie were in the same house. It'll be fine, nodding a yes, you follow him into the kitchen.

He opens the fridge door to pull out a container of water, pouring it into a glass cup. You stay standing, leaning on the counter island with your arms crossed. "You don't have to be so tense Y/N," He chuckled.

"Is there a reason why you wanted to talk to me?" You were getting anxious, being alone with him was giving you bad vibes.

He laughed again, "Just trying to be a gracious host, is all." He placed the glass of water on the counter next to you. "I did want to know how you're doing though, your eyes are all red and puffy. That boyfriend of yours dump you or something?"

"What boyfriend?" You assumed he was talking about JJ, you always did act like a couple in public.

"Maybank, of course," He stated.

"Listen Rafe-"

He stepped closer to you, too close for your liking. "Y'know if you weren't a Pogue, we'd be pretty great together," He fixed a stray hair behind your ear.

Your breath hitched, oh hell no, nope. "Right, well I better be going." You turn to leave when he grabbed your wrist, "Don't!" He let out a shaky breath with a finger pointed out, he pulled you close so you were chest to chest, "Don't turn your back on me."

This asshole just had to be high or something.

"Rafe," You said in a threatening tone, "you need to let me the fuck-"

He forced his lips onto yours, you struggled against his grip until he finally loosened up, you used all the strength you had to shove him away from you. "What the hell is your problem?" You yelled, now you were angry, he aimed to grab you again and you made a fist, punching him square in the face.

"You bitch!" He screamed, clutching his nose that was surely broken. You saw the blood drip from his nose onto the floor and ran. You didn't know what would happen if he caught you, you would text Sarah and Kie later.

~~~

On the way to the Chateau after school the next day you were paranoid. Observing your surroundings to make sure Rafe wasn't around, you would've gone with Pope but Heyward needed help with a delivery so you were on your own. You also didn't want to leave with John B, knowing JJ was with him. They actually showed up to school today, John B told you at lunch that it was to get DCS off his back and that he managed to convince JJ to show up with him.

You doubted it took much convincing considering JJ's girl of the week attended the school you all went to, surely the only reasons he showed up was because of her. John B asked if you were gonna hang out with them at his house and you stupidly told him you would see him there. You didn't want to see JJ but you weren't going to stop hanging out with your friends because one of them can't get their shit together.

You managed to hide your bandaged hand from the guys all day today, you were now regretting agreeing to see them. You couldn't undo your bandages with how red and swollen it was from yesterday, once again you would have to think of an excuse.  It was clear you weren't good at making them but you had to do what you had to do. Opening the back door, you were taken aback by the yelling that was going on inside. Kie, Pope, Sarah, and John B all seemed to be in a heated debate with each other about who knows what, and where was JJ?

"Oh hey guys," You said with a wave with your good hand. Their heads snapped to you, "Y/N where were you yesterday?" Kie asked.

You suddenly remembered that you forgot to text the girls' group chat last night when you got home."I went home after I showered here, I wasn't feeling really well." You left out the part where you went to Sarah's house and got sexually harassed by Rafe.

"Really? Cause' this says otherwise," Pope hands you his phone with a picture of you and Rafe kissing right there in his kitchen. Welp, there goes that.

"Alright, I can see how this looks." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Right as you were going to begin your explanation JJ barges in looking like he's about to murder someone.

He looks directly at you, he stops right in front of you. His body blocked you from the view of everyone else, his deep blue eyes boring into yours "Y/N, please tell me it's not fucking true."

"If what's true, JJ?" This was getting tiring, you're in a room full of people who are trying to accuse you of something you were forced into.

"Did you fuck, Rafe?" The thought of it made you gag and in JJ's mind, it made him gag too.

"Are you guys fucking kidding me?" The look of disbelief set on your face, it was like he doesn't know, "Does it look like I'd fuck him of all people?"

"I don't know Y/N, why don't you ask the literal fucking picture of you kissing him!"

"Don't fucking yell at me JJ!" You and he were face to face and chest to chest just like you were with Rafe, only this time it was pure anger that was pouring out. "You have no right to be upset! I can kiss whoever the hell I wanna kiss, besides you were fucking someone just yesterday!"

"Speaking of shouldn't you be with her right now?"

His face hardened as he shut up, giving you one last look before moving past you and slamming the door shut when he left.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, you let out another sigh and sat down. You saw an almost full beer on the table in front of you. "Who's is this?"John B raised his hand, "May I?" you asked almost chugging it before he responded, "Go ahead."

"So you did fuck him," Pope questioned. You shook your head no, "But then why did you tell JJ that you did?"

"He got me mad," You downed the beer, "By the way Sarah, your brothers a pig."

"Yeah, he's a creep" she mumbled.

"Wait back up, you didn't even explain what happened," She spoke up. And so you recapped the events from last night, from when he opened the door to making it home and forgetting to text them.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I completely forgot when I got home, I was not in the mood for anything."

"What happened to your hand?" John B asked.

"Hmm," You didn't even notice you were messing with your bandages as you were speaking. "This was my thank you to Rafe before I left."

"That was why his nose was bleeding when I saw him last night!" Sarah called out.

"Holy shit! Badass Y/N" Pope exclaimed.

"Yeah, well Rafe's gonna get a lot more than a broken nose once JJ gets ahold of him."

"Doubt it, JJ thinks it was consensual so it wouldn't matter, he's just upset that I kissed a kook."

"I don't think it matters," Kie confessed.

~~~

When he left the chateau JJ was fuming. He didn't know where he was going and didn't even notice the direction he was walking. He had ended up on the eight, now he just hoped he could find those kook bastards who had somehow captured the attention of his girl friend.

"Hey, Pogue!" He heard a shout from behind him, "Why the fuck are you on our side of the island?" Topper in his jeep threw an empty can at JJ.

"Bet he's looking for his little girlfriend!" Kelce laughed in the passenger seat. "Heard she was a good lay, would like to try her out for myself!"

"How bout' it Maybank? Care to share your whore!"

JJ's nostrils flared, "What the fuck did you call her?" JJ ran up to Topper's car and slammed his hand down on the hood. "How bout' you get out your bitch mobile and say it to my face!"

Topper's car screeched at the sudden stop, Kelce and Topper simultaneously got out of the car together. The moment Topper was in his face, JJ swung at Topper's, pounding his face in, JJ managed to get on top of him with Topper trying to block the blows with his forearms.

Kelce ran up behind JJ wrapping him in a headlock, JJ clawed at Kelce to loosen his hold. Topper took his opportunity to punch JJ a few times before Kelce let go and shoved JJ to the ground. He kicked JJ in his stomach to the point where JJ was coughing up blood.

Topper tsked, "C'mon man we're only asking for one night, we promise to show her a good time." He lifted JJ by the shirt, bringing him up to his face. "Shit, I mean if she let Rafe fuck her, i'm pretty sure she'll have a good time with just about anything."

JJ spit blood at Topper's face, "Fuck you."

Topper chuckled, giving JJ one last kick before he left.

~~~

You felt him before he knocked, you just changed into your pajamas and were ready for bed when he knocked on your window. You opened it for him silently, you walked out of your room and into the bathroom to get the first aid kit and extra supplies you needed to clean his wounds. This was your routine before everything happened. When he would go to you after he got beat up by his dad (kind of a harsh way to put it but it was true nonetheless). Returning with the kit and the rest of the stuff, you shut the door quietly behind you, locking it.

He sat on the edge of your bed, patiently waiting while you prepped. You grab the unused hand towel you got from the bathroom and poured the mix of mild soap and water onto it, gently patting on JJ's split lip. You wince at how much blood was soaked on the small section of the towel you used.

"What happened this time?" You whispered. Given the tension over the past week or so, you didn't wanna overstep but you thought talking would distract him from the stinging of you cleaning his cuts.

"It wasn't him," He said simply. You paused midway pouring another bit of soapy water onto the towel.

"Who did this to you?" You asked more quietly, you were afraid what Kie said might've been true, what if he really did seek out the kooks. They must've jumped him on sight, you knew JJ could hold his own but the way they liked to fight was hardly fair.

"Doesn't matter," He avoided answering. "JJ-"

He cut you off with a harsh tone, "If you wanna keep secrets from me, it's only fair I can keep some of my own."

"Okay grouchy," You tried to lighten the mood by speaking in your best British accent, "just trying to diffuse the tension."

"Harry Potter references, at this time of night." JJ groaned, he always pretended to hate when you would speak in accents, especially when you quoted harry potter. He claimed the accents were his thing and that he did them best.

"Oh, you already know I'm just getting started," you smirked. "Of course you are ya big nerd," He pulled you by your hips before you were at a respectful distance in between his legs. Now you were in the familiar position of every time you cleaned him up. He looked beautiful, even with the bruised cheek and busted lip he was the perfect mix of angelic and rugged.

"J," You spoke barely above a whisper, leaning into him.

"Y/N," He matched your tone of voice, "We're pushing the line a bit, don't you think?"

You examined his face for a moment going back and forth between being logical or just letting your body be in control, the look he's giving you right now made you lose all train of thought, "I don't care."

You kissed him, not even a second of you pressing your lips to his and he was kissing you back with fervor and passion. Your hands moved behind his neck and he held you tighter by your hips, he lifted you up as he stood from where he was sitting. In your mind, you couldn't believe you were actually kissing him, that he actually wanted this and that you were doing this sober. There was no way this could be misconstrued, other than what it was.

You both had wanted each other, knowing this had made you try to bring him closer to you as if it was possible. You kissed him deeper, and he did the same. Your lips were moving in sync both with an urgency, a need to be closer.

He walked to the bed, placing you down carefully and smoothly repositioned him in between your legs then going back to reconnect his lips with yours. He swiped his tongue on your bottom lip asking for an entrance, you kept your mouth shut to tease him. JJ slipped his hand down from your waist to your ass and squeezed, making you gasp, giving him what he wanted. Your tongue danced with his when you had a taste of iron.

Suddenly, you pushed him off scolding him "JJ!"

"What, What's wrong?" He asked frantically.

"Your lip, it's gonna get worse now." You inspected it grabbing him by the chin and bringing him closer. He rolled his eyes, pulled you down so you were laying on your back, and set his chin on your chest.

"You're cute when you're worried," He said simply, "And you're cute when you're not all beat up."

"You're the one that kissed me," He rolled off of you to the other side of the bed and put his arms behind his head.

"I had a momentary lapse of judgment, you gave me a look," You pouted. He laughed, "What look."

"You know what look asshole, you know exactly what you were doing." You scooted closer to him and laying your head on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"No baby, I really don't." He denied, your heart skipped a beat at the name.

"Oh so now you're calling me baby," You teased to mask how flustered you really were.

"What else do you want me to call you, princess? my lady? my love?" He said flirtatiously, this man was going to kill you.

"JJ!" You whined, lightly shoving him. "JJ!" He mocked you, this time you shoved him harder making him fall off the bed.

"Ouch," he slumped onto the bed after he got up.

"Yikes, sorry," You winced. He readjusted his position back to where he was, putting an arm under your head. You spent some time talking about everything and anything that came to mind, however you avoided the subjects of your recent arguments, not wanting to get into it when you were having a good time until you both drifted off to sleep.

~~~

Surprisingly, JJ was still there next to you when you woke up the next morning. Most of the time he left before the sun rose in case your mom woke up or in case the neighbors saw, you guessed he was too exhausted this time. You quickly peeked out your door to hear if your mom or anybody was awake, there was a note on the floor that said 'Y/N, went to the store to pick up a few things be back in a few.'

You knew that your mom usually took longer than "a few" so you relaxed going to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Once you were back into your bed, immediately, JJ sensed your presence, he draped an arm around your waist pulling you closer. You took the opportunity of being this close to his face to admire his features. The way his back muscles were slightly flexed due to his position (throughout the night things got heated), his hair shone like sunlight when a ray of sun beamed through your window if only you could see his ocean blue eyes. As always, like if he could read your mind, his eyes blinked awake.

"You're staring."

"No, I'm not." You stammered, "I sleep with my eyes open."

"It's okay to admit you were admiring my beauty," he fluttered his eyelashes. "But you must know, I am more than my body Y/N." He flopped onto his back dramatically.

"But baby, your body is too beautiful not to objectify," You countered.

"Oh so now you're calling me baby," He repeated the same words you said last night with a wide smirk.

"We need to talk about us," It killed you to ruin the moment, but before you could go through with whatever this was it's easier if you got the hard part out of the way now.

"Ugh, I haven't even had breakfast."

You gave him a stern look to shut him up, "First, what's going on with you and Alyssa?"

"Who the fuck is Alyssa?" He seemed so genuinely confused it aggravated you how he could not remember the name of the girl, yet another guilty part of you felt glad that he couldn't be bothered to remember another girl's name. All of a sudden it dawned on him "Oh, yeah don't kill me, but I kinda just needed her for like a day." He glanced at you sheepishly, "I have needs, alright?"

You rolled your eyes, "Men."

"Men? what about you and Rafe huh, don't think I forgot about you and that kook."

"JJ, if you took your head out of your ass for like a minute, you'd realize that there's nothing going on with me and Rafe. He just pulled a dick move on me the other day when I was trying to visit Sarah, I had no idea what was going on. Hell, I don't even know who took the picture." You admitted.

"I'm gonna kill him," You searched his face and found pure anger.

"Can you at least wait till these wounds heal and then you can make new ones?" You lifted a hand to rest on his cheek. "Plus, I already gave him a nose job." You show him your now bruised hand.

"That's my girl!" He pecked your cheek with a grin then leaned in to kiss you when his phone rang. He sighed shaking his head, he fished his phone out of his pockets and saw that it was his boss.

'Maybank, I need ya' to come in today'

'Is there a problem?'

'Some idiot I just fired broke something' and I need you to fix it, I'll explain more when your here.' JJ pinched his brow and his head, you rubbed up and down his arm to console him for having to go in on his day off.

'you got it, boss' JJ moved to hang up.

'And I mean right now, Maybank!' The call ended, JJ got up from bed grabbing anything that was his.

"Sorry babe, as fun as this conversation was, I gotta go duty calls." He fake jogs to your side of the bed to give you a kiss.

"No worries, I have work in a couple of hours anyway. Good luck, we meeting up later?"

"Yup," He gives you one last kiss goodbye and you get ready for your day.

~~~

After the morning you had with JJ, working your shift at the wreck was less tiring. Kie had asked what had you in a good mood and you told her chose to come clean about everything between you and JJ. She can't cause a scene at her parents restaurant so it was a win for you.

Eventually it was time for your break where you were finally able to smoke. You saw someone walk up to you, you were put into high alert, expecting Rafe to corner you or something until you saw that it was JJ.

"How's it going beautiful?" He pulled you into a quick hug, kissing your forehead as he let go.

"Work is work," You shrugged, "What about you, how come you got out early?"

"This dipshit Eric screwed us by breaking-" He paused "You know what, you don't have to worry about it, I have something to tell you."

"Okay," You eyed him wondering what this was all about.

"Walk with me." He intertwined your hands, walking you a couple blocks down from the wreck.

"Y/N," He inhaled shakily "I'm in love with you, for a while now and I couldn't tell you cause I was a pussy and I was scared that you didn't feel the same but now I'm pretty sure you do and if you don't stop me now we can go back to-"

You shut him up by bringing him down to kiss you, you felt the heat in the kiss, the butterflies in your stomach, a feeling you never want to let go of, "I love you JJ, I want to be with you and I don't want to go back to the way we were."

He picked you up and twirled you around, giving you a sweet kiss, "You're happier than I thought you would, to be tied down."

"Tied down, to you?" His grin never broke, "Never, you're officially my girl now, always."

A/N: what would you guys think if I did a rewrite of outer banks?

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[gnocchighoul]

the demons brothers + a touch starved mc

Lucifer

If you’re going to Lucifer because you’re touch starved, then you’re definitely going to be close to him already -- he doesn’t let just anyone touch him.

.......He’s also touch starved but won’t admit it, so one of you is gonna just have to bite the bullet and make a move.

(It’s gonna have to be you)

You’re going to have to go about this carefully--make a really good plan and then execute it flawlessly.

Literally just throw yourself at him. 

He’ll catch you. 

Probably.

Nothing says ‘give me affection’ quite like yeeting yourself off the staircase at him, and he definitely understands what you want when you latch on tight to him like a weird little barnacle that he cant peel off no matter how hard he tries dfghjkkgf

He’s really warm and he smells Really nice and he hugs you so tight, like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get, so he’s honestly one of the best snuggle buddies. 

He’s gonna act all fussy about your love-attack at first--just play with his hair and smother him with lots of kisses and he won’t be able to resist snuggling u. Or banging u, but that’s your choice

Y’know, because “demons can’t resist temptation” and all that jazz. 

(tbh he just likes likes you alot)

Mammon

...Why are you staring at him like you wanna eat him?

Seriously, knock it off, you’re freaking him out!

Wait, why are you coming closer…? Get Back you Fiend don’t you DARE wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into his chest like that what the FU--

...Oh.

Huh. This is kinda nice.

(Just hug him. If you want his affection, just wrestle him into a bear hug and don’t. let. go.)

At first, Mammon doesn’t really understand affection that isn’t along the lines of a friendly/loving punch. He’s not used to kindness. It’s a fucking tragedy. 

He doesn’t know how to ask for love because I don’t think he even realizes thats an option, tbh. 

He’s kind of like an unsocialized puppy--will definitely put up a fight until he realizes that, hey, being snuggled is nice.

Luckily for Mams, you are touch starved and determined to show his stupidass what affection is supposed to be like. 

He’s going to get so blushy. Sooo blushy. He totally pretends to not like it at first, but inside he’s over the fucking moon happy.

It takes him a while, but eventually, he realizes that he can ask you for snuggles too. At first he’s all “C’mere human, I bet you’re just itchin’ for me to hug ya, so let me make all your dreams come true!”

(It’s a defense mechanism.)

But over time, he eventually seeks you out and just flops on top of ya, and doesn’t feel the need to make a big show about it.

He feels safe with you, and that’s priceless.

Levi

Is incredibly confused about why you’re seeking out him for affection.

When you ask him if you can give him a hug, he expects you to just like... Wrap one arm around his shoulders for .2 seconds. 

Which doesn’t sound too bad, so he says “Um, sure, I guess? I dunno why you’d want to though” 

So when you climb into his lap and wrap your arms around him like a koala bear, his brain straight up blue-screens. 

Seriously, he forgets how to breathe. Don’t squeeze him too hard or he might never restart.

You smooch him on his cheek and his soul promptly leaves his body and is ejected into the atmosphere at mach 5.

This is literally better than Heaven. And he would know, he used to live there.

He totally freezes up and makes a wheezy sound that’s somewhere along the scale of “Dying Animal” and “Exploding Sink”

Needless to say, you create a snuggle monster.

I promise you that you’re never going to be touch starved again, because once you’ve given Levi a taste, he can’t get enough. 

He constantly needs to be touching you. Holding your hand or the fabric of your shirt, leaning against you, sitting with you in his lap while he plays video games--it literally doesn’t matter, he just needs that contact with you or he might literally die. 

He’s very enthusiastic about it dfghkfd

Satan

Look… Satan is very smart. 

But he’s also incredibly dense at times. 

You have to be blunt with him, or else he’s just not going to know what you want.

(Feelings that aren’t all consuming anger and hatred are still a bit new to him--he’s learning as he goes)

Just walk up to him and tell him that you need him to snuggle you right now, dammit. Lay your soul bare to him. 

He really does love that you trust him. It makes him feel all weird and fuzzy inside.

And how can he possibly say no when you set his heart alight?

That said, he is a bit of an over-thinker. 

Worries about crossing boundaries or making you uncomfortable and a million other things--give him lots of reassurance pls

He isn’t opposed at all to cuddle sessions, especially if he’s able to read at the same time. 

It definitely becomes a normal thing to cocoon yourselves up in a really fluffy blanket to read together.

Satan is honestly one of the best to snuggle with because he’s very chill about it. You want this and he wants this, so he doesn’t see a point in playing games.

So yeah, he’s chill! But he’ll also threaten the life of anybody who interrupts you guys 

Asmo

Please, he knows that you’re touch starved before you even do.

Until you’re upfront about it, he’s going to tease you by like, patting your head, playing footsie with you, giving you only the briefest of hugs--just slowly giving you a taste of his affection until you finally cave and demand that he snuggles you properly. 

(Is that a euphemism? It could be lol)

As soon as you ask he’s gonna push you down onto the nearest couch/bed/whatever and just flop on top of you. 

Honestly, Asmo wants You to be the one holding Him. He wants to use your chest as a pillow, and doesn’t he just look so cute all snuggled up to you like this? He totally does, you should take a pic of him!

Cuddle sessions are absolutely going to become a regular thing, and he makes them into a big event each time. My mans Asmo is gonna bust out the candles and the softest blankets and the fluffiest pillows.

If the opportunity strikes, he’s definitely gonna try to bang you.

If not, expect to do face-masks together. Maybe manicures. But definitely the face-masks, at least.

He’s gonna spin this into a fuckfest or a self care session--it really just depends on what you prefer sdghjk

Once you’re in his arms, he will tickle you. rip

Beel

He is the BEST hugger in the whole entire world.

When you approach him and ask for cuddles he will pull you into a hug without hesitation.

I do not care how tall you are, Beel is taller. He will engulf you in a hug and rest his chin on your head and sway you back and forth 

You want a piggyback ride? Hop on. 

Just wanna watch tv and snuggle? Great idea! :D but maybe don’t watch cooking shows or he’s gonna drool on you dfghj

(lowkey I think he would really enjoy watching human movies with you. He found Mamma Mia to be absolutely enchanting)

Want him to lay on top of you and crush you until all of your woes have been squeezed away? He will absolutely oblige you

Congratulations on your newly acquired teddy bear! Please don’t forget to feed him.

Literally just sit on his lap or wrap your arms around him whenever you want, he’s always down for a good snuggle. 

He’s by far the nicest about it too, he won’t tease you about it and he will never hold back from telling you exactly how much he loves holding you in his arms

Definitely loves to be the big spoon but has no problems with being the little spoon either. 

He’s just so fuckimg SWEET

Belphie

Oh, you're touch starved? Perfect. He's been in the market for a good snuggle buddy.

You silly human, why didn’t you come to him sooner?

Don’t listen to what Asmo says, snuggles are Belphie’s domain.

Once it’s established that you two are going to be snuggle buddies, he will literally just abduct you for snuggle time. 

He doesn’t care what you’re doing, he’s going to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of flour and haul you off to his blanket nest whenever he wants.

He just wants you all to himself. 

Will share your snuggle time with Beel tho.

After abducting you, he's just gonna toss you onto his bed and fall on top of you. He's really warm and he really just wants to lay on you. Partially so that you cant escape once he falls asleep lmaoo

He's happy to just talk to you about whatever you want while you guys get your snuggle on, but be warned: he's eventually going to fall asleep. 

Probably mid sentence. 

He won’t wake up when you poke at his cheeks or shake him, either. So uh. I hope you’re in the mood for a nap too!

Get matching sloth onesies with him. He’ll tell you it’s stupid but he’s actually thrilled with them. (Make sure you also get Beel a bear one though)

((part two with the undateables + Luke))

[mcmansionhell]

Underground, Part 1

[Author’s Note: A year ago, when waiting for the DC Metro, I came up with an idea for a short story involving two realtors and the infamous Las Vegas Underground House, typed up an outline, and shoved it away in my documents where it sat neglected until this month. The house recently resurfaced on Twitter, and combined with almost a year of quarantine, the story quickly materialized. Though I rarely write fiction, I decided I’d give it a shot as a kind of novelty McMansion Hell post. I’ve peppered the story with photos from the house to break up the walls of text. Hopefully you find it entertaining. I look forward to returning next month with the second installment of this as well as our regularly scheduled McMansion content. Happy New Year!

Warning: there’s lots of swearing in this.]

Underground

Back in 1997, Mathieu Rino, the son of two Finnish mechanical engineers who may or may not have worked intimately with the US State Department, changed his name to Jay Renault in order to sell more houses. It worked wonders.

He gets out of the car, shuts the door harder than he should. Renault wrinkles his nose. It’s a miserable Las Vegas afternoon - a sizzling, dry heat pools in ripples above the asphalt. The desert is a place that is full of interesting and diverse forms of life, but Jay’s the kind of American who sees it all as empty square-footage. He frowns at the dirt dusting up his alligator-skin loafers but then remembers that every lot, after all, has potential. Renault wipes the sweat from his leathery face, slicks back his stringy blond hair and adjusts the aviators on the bridge of his nose. The Breitling diving watch crowding his wrist looks especially big in the afternoon glare. He glances at it.

“Shit,” he says. The door on the other side of the car closes, as though in response. 

If Jay Renault is the consummate rich, out-of-touch Gen-Xer trying to sell houses to other rich, out-of-touch Gen-Xers, then Robert Little is his millennial counterpart. Both are very good at their jobs. Robert adjusts his tie in the reflection of the Porsche window, purses his lips. He’s Vegas-showman attractive, with dark hair, a decent tan, and a too-bright smile - the kind of attractive that ruins marriages but makes for an excellent divorcee. Mildly sleazy.

“Help me with these platters, will you?” Renault gestures, popping the trunk. Robert does not want to sweat too much before an open house, but he obliges anyway. They’re both wearing suits. The heat is unbearable. A spread of charcuterie in one hand, Jay double-checks his pockets for the house keys, presses the button that locks his car. 

Both men sigh, and their eyes slowly trail up to the little stucco house sitting smack dab in the center of an enormous lot, a sea of gravel punctuated by a few sickly palms. The house has the distinct appearance of being made of cardboard, ticky-tacky, a show prop. Burnt orange awnings don its narrow windows, which somehow makes it look even more fake. 

“Here we go again,” Jay mutters, fishing the keys out of his pocket. He jiggles them until the splintered plywood door opens with a croak, revealing a dark and drab interior – dusty, even though the cleaners were here yesterday. Robert kicks the door shut with his foot behind him.

 “Christ,” he swears, eyes trailing over the terrible ecru sponge paint adorning the walls. “This shit is so bleak.”

The surface-level house is mostly empty. There’s nothing for them to see or attend to there, and so the men step through a narrow hallway at the end of which is an elevator. They could take the stairs, but don’t want to risk it with the platters. After all, they were quite expensive. Renault elbows the button and the doors part. 

“Let’s just get this over with,” he says as they step inside. The fluorescent lights above them buzz something awful. A cheery metal sign welcomes them to “Tex’s Hideaway.” Beneath it is an eldritch image of a cave, foreboding. Robert’s stomach’s in knots. Ever since the company assigned him to this property, he’s been terrified of it. He tells himself that the house is, in fact, creepy, that it is completely normal for him to be ill at ease. The elevator’s ding is harsh and mechanical. They step out. Jay flips a switch and the basement is flooded with eerie light. 

It’s famous, this house - The Las Vegas Underground House. The two realtors refer to it simply as “the bunker.” Built by an eccentric millionaire at the height of Cold War hysteria, it’s six-thousand square feet of paranoid, aspirational fantasy. The first thing anyone notices is the carpet – too-green, meant to resemble grass, sprawling out lawn-like, bookmarked by fake trees, each a front for a steel beam. Nothing can grow here. It imitates life, unable to sustain it. The leaves of the ficuses seem particularly plastic.

Bistro sets scatter the ‘yard’ (if one can call it that), and there’s plenty of outdoor activities – a parquet dance floor complete with pole and disco ball, a putt putt course, an outdoor grill made to look like it’s nestled in a rock, but in reality better resembles a baked potato. The pool and hot tub, both sculpted in concrete and fiberglass mimicking a natural rock formation, are less Playboy grotto and more Fred Flintstone. It’s a very seventies idea of fun.

Then, of course, there’s the house. That fucking house. 

A house built underground in 1978 was always meant to be a mansard – the mansard roof was a historical inevitability. The only other option was International Style modernism, but the millionaire and his wife were red-blooded anti-Communists. Hence, the mansard. Robert thinks the house looks like a fast-food restaurant. Jay thinks it looks like a lawn and tennis club he once attended as a child where he took badminton lessons from a swarthy Czech man named Jan. It’s drab and squat, made more open by big floor-to-ceiling windows nestled under fresh-looking cedar shingles. There’s no weather down here to shrivel them up.

“Shall we?” Jay drawls. The two make their way into the kitchen and set the platters down on the white tile countertop. Robert leans up against the island, careful of the oversized hood looming over the electric stovetop. He eyes the white cabinets, accented with Barbie pink trim. The matching linoleum floor squeaks under his Italian loafers. 

“I don’t understand why we bother doing this,” Robert complains. “Nobody’s seriously going to buy this shit, and the company’s out a hundred bucks for party platters.”

“It’s the same every time,” Renault agrees. “The only people who show up are Instagram kids and the crazies - you know, the same kind of freaks who’d pay money to see Chernobyl.” 

“Dark tourism, they call it.”

Jay checks his watch again. Being in here makes him nervous.

“Still an hour until open house,” he mutters. “I wish we could get drunk.”

Robert exhales deeply. He also wishes he could get drunk, but still, a job’s a job.

“I guess we should check to see if everything’s good to go.”

The men head into the living room. The beamed, slanted ceiling gives it a mid-century vibe, but the staging muddles the aura. Jay remembers making the call to the staging company. “Give us your spares,” he told them, “Whatever it is you’re not gonna miss. Nobody’ll ever buy this house anyway.” 

The result is eclectic – a mix of office furniture, neo-Tuscan McMansion garb, and stuffy waiting-room lamps, all scattered atop popcorn-butter shag carpeting. Hideous, Robert thinks. Then there’s the ‘entertaining’ room, which is a particular pain in the ass to them, because the carpet was so disgusting, they had to replace it with that fake wood floor just to be able to stand being in there for more than five minutes. There’s a heady stone fireplace on one wall, the kind they don’t make anymore, a hearth. Next to it, equally hedonistic, a full bar. Through some doors, a red-painted room with a pool table and paintings of girls in fedoras on the wall. It’s all so cheap, really. Jay pulls out a folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket along with a pen. He ticks some boxes and moves on.

The dining room’s the worst to Robert. Somehow the ugly floral pattern on the curtains stretches up in bloomer-like into a frilly cornice, carried through to the wallpaper and the ceiling, inescapable, suffocating. It smells like mothballs and old fabric. The whole house smells like that. 

The master bedroom’s the most normal – if anything in this house could be called normal. Mismatched art and staging furniture crowd blank walls. When someone comes into a house, Jay told Robert all those years ago, they should be able to picture themselves living in it. That’s the goal of staging. 

There’s two more bedrooms. The men go through them quickly. The first isn’t so bad – claustrophobic, but acceptable – but the saccharine pink tuille wallpaper of the second gives Renault a sympathetic toothache. The pair return to the kitchen to wait.

Both men are itching to check their phones, but there’s no point – there’s no signal in here, none whatsoever. Renault, cynical to the core, thinks about marketing the house to the anti-5G people. It’s unsettlingly quiet. The two men have no choice but to entertain themselves the old-fashioned way, through small talk.

“It’s really fucked up, when you think about it,” Renault muses.

“What is?”

“The house, Bob.”

Robert hates being called Bob. He’s told Jay that hundreds of times, and yet…

“Yeah,” Robert mutters, annoyed.

“No, really. Like, imagine. You’re rich, you founded a major multinational company marketing hairbrushes to stay-at-home moms, and what do you decide to do with your money? Move to Vegas and build a fucking bunker. Like, imagine thinking the end of the world is just around the corner, forcing your poor wife to live there for ten, fifteen years, and then dying, a paranoid old man.” Renault finds the whole thing rather poetic. 

“The Russkies really got to poor ol’ Henderson, didn’t they?” Robert snickers.

“The wife’s more tragic if you ask me,” Renault drawls. “The second that batshit old coot died, she called a guy to build a front house on top of this one, since she already owned the lot. Poor woman probably hadn’t seen sunlight in God knows how long.”

“Surely they had to get groceries.”

Jay frowns. Robert has no sense of drama, he thinks. Bad trait for a realtor.

“Still,” he murmurs. “It’s sad.”

“I would have gotten a divorce, if I were her,” the younger man says, as though it were obvious. It’s Jay’s turn to laugh.

“I’ve had three of those, and trust me, it’s not as easy as you think.”

“You’re seeing some new girl now, aren’t you?” Robert doesn’t really care, he just knows Jay likes to talk about himself, and talking fills the time.  

“Yeah. Casino girl. Twenty-six.”

“And how old are you again?”

“None of your business.”

“Did you see the renderings I emailed to you?” Robert asks briskly, not wanting to discuss Jay’s sex life any further.

“What renderings?”

“Of this house, what it could look like.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Jay has not seen the renderings.

“If it were rezoned,” Robert continues, feeling very smart, “It could be a tourist attraction - put a nice visitor’s center on the lot, make it sleek and modern. Sell trinkets. It’s a nice parcel, close to the Strip - some clever investor could make it into a Museum of Ice Cream-type thing, you know?”

“Museum of Ice Cream?”

“In New York. It’s, not, like, educational or anything. Really, it’s just a bunch of colorful rooms where kids come to take pictures of themselves.”

“Instagram,” Jay mutters. “You know, I just sold a penthouse the other week to an Instagram influencer. Takes pictures of herself on the beach to sell face cream or some shit. Eight-point-two million dollars.”

“Jesus,” Robert whistles. “Fat commission.”

“You’re telling me. My oldest daughter turns sixteen this year. She’s getting a Mazda for Christmas.”

“You ever see that show, My Super Sweet Sixteen? On MTV? Where rich kids got, like, rappers to perform at their birthday parties? Every time at the end, some guy would pull up in, like, an Escalade with a big pink bow on it and all the kids would scream.”

“Sounds stupid,” Jay says.

“It was stupid.”

It’s Robert’s turn to check his watch, a dainty gold Rolex.

“Fuck, still thirty minutes.”

“Time really does stand still in here, doesn’t it?” Jay remarks.

“We should have left the office a little later,” Robert complains. “The charcuterie is going to get –“

A deafening sound roars through the house and a violent, explosive tremor throws both men on the ground, shakes the walls and everything between them. The power’s out for a few seconds before there’s a flicker, and light fills the room again. Two backup generators, reads Jay’s description in the listing - an appeal to the prepper demographic, which trends higher in income than non-preppers. For a moment, the only things either are conscious of are the harsh flourescent lighting and the ringing in their ears. Time slows, everything seems muted and too bright. Robert rubs the side of his face, pulls back his hand and sees blood.

“Christ,” he chokes out. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” Jay breathes, looking at his hands, trying to determine if he’s got a concussion. The results are inconclusive – everything’s slow and fuzzy, but after a moment, he thinks it might just be shock.

“It sounded like a fucking 747 just nosedived on top of us.” 

“Yeah, Jesus.” Jay’s still staring at his fingers in a daze. “You okay?”

“I think so,” Robert grumbles. Jay gives him a cursory examination.

“Nothing that needs stitches,” he reports bluntly. Robert’s relieved. His face sells a lot of houses to a lot of lonely women and a few lonely men. There’s a muffled whine, which the two men soon recognize as a throng of sirens. Both of them try to calm the panic rising in their chests, to no avail.

“Whatever the fuck happened,” Jay says, trying to make light of the situation, “At least we’re in here. The bunker.”

Fear forms in the whites of Robert’s eyes.

“What if we’re stuck in here,” he whispers, afraid to speak such a thing into the world. The fear spreads to his companion.

“Try the elevator,” Jay urges, and Robert gets up, wobbles a little as his head sorts itself out, and leaves. A moment later, Jay hears him swear a blue streak, and from the kitchen window, sees him standing before the closed metal doors, staring at his feet. His pulse racing, Renault jogs out to see for himself.

“It’s dead,” Robert murmurs. 

“Whatever happened,” Jay says cautiously, rubbing the back of his still-sore neck, “It must have been pretty bad. Like, I don’t think we should go up yet. Besides, surely the office knows we’re still down here.”

“Right, right,” the younger man breathes, trying to reassure himself.

“Let’s just wait it out. I’m sure everything’s fine.” The way Jay says it does not make Robert feel any better. 

“Okay,” the younger man grumbles. “I’m getting a fucking drink, though.”

“Yeah, Jesus. That’s the best idea you’ve had all day.” Renault shoves his hands in his suit pocket to keep them from trembling.  

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[princeanxious]

Soulmate au fic that I really wanna write where Janus is soulmates with everyone(aka DLAMPR) but soulmates stay the same every lifetime but theres a chance to have multiple soulmates and in rare cases you don’t meet them all in that life before you or your soulmates dies.(especially in janus’s case, for reasons i’ll get into shortly) With each life once you hit a certain age(say somewhere between 19-20) and/or meet your soulmate, you gain the memory of every life you’ve had in the past, specifically the life you lived with your soulmate.(also soulmates arent inherently romantic in this world, and i’ll mention that roman and remus are always inherently platonic soulmates to eachother, and are often born as twins to eachother, and if not, are often always the first meet in their group)

Janus is a very special case, and in their world considered almost an anomaly.

All the information gained in the world is supplied from his soulmates, who at the end of each of their current lives always end up together as a group, though it on average happens pretty early on in their lives, minus janus.

Janus is an anomaly because it seems that he’s dying every lifetime time that he meets one of his soulmates, lost to the world 24 hours after hes come into direct physical contact with the first of his soulmates in that lifetime.

(Check the tags for trigger warnings before reading!)

In the first lifetime, he meets Patton(who, in this life, is not called Patton), a young baker who takes his hand with excitement, the barest brush of skin alone triggering not a memory of a past life, but instead a brilliant feeling of connection, a soul-deep aknowledgement that their souls are brand new, and infact are connected to a whole group of souls. Patton is overtaken by a whole new kind of excitement. Janus matches it, and they plan an outting for the very next morning. Janus does not make it to the outting, succumbing to a stab wound just hours after meeting Patton while on his walk home. Patton meets the rest of their soulmates while waiting for Janus to arrive. They hear about his death a week later.

The in second lifetime, he briefly meets Virgil, theyre 16 and 17 respectively. He doesnt learn much, the brief brush of skin while waiting in a croud for a train, enough to distract him into turning around just enough to meet eyes with Virgil, who had been on a train back to meet the rest of their soulmates, an exclamation of relieved surprise on the tip of Janus’s tongue. And then Jan trips, or someone impatiently shoves at him and he loses his footing, niether of them really know for sure. One moment they feel the euphoria of their souls connecting, the next Virgil feels the bond instantly shatter alongside his heart as he watches Janus disappear under the oncoming train. Virgil spends that lifetime traumatized by his sudden death, guilt ridden in knowing their soulmate’s last lifetime’s death had ended in a similar fashion even in mer secs, and his soul takes on a much more cautious nature from then on.

In the third lifetime, he meets Remus, theyre 18. Remus manages to spend a whole hour with Janus before they touch, and it’s only because Janus talks him out of jumping off a bridge. Remus wasn’t being suicidal, just hyper moridly curious, but Janus didn’t know that. Janus strikes up a conversation with him, its snarky and fun and perfect, and Janus joins him on the railing as they talk. Janus derails Remus from jumping by mentioning that he’s never had sushi, and to Remus this is an afront to living. Remus hops back over to the safe side of the railing, declaring to fix that crisis immediately. Janus laughs and agrees, relaxing visibly. The relaxing is a mistake, as for a single second Janus forgets that hes still in a dangerous position. He slips, his hand missing the railing, Remus only just barely managing to catch his hand in time but he doesnt get a good enough grasp, the spark that triggers their soul connection distracting enough that Janus’s hands slip from Remus’s, and Remus is forced to watch in horror as Janus plummets to his doom. He scrambles to fish Janus out of the river, but they cant revive him, Janus died on impact. Remus doesn’t meet the rest of their soulmates for another three years. He never touches sushi again for the rest of that lifetime

In the forth, Roman is 17, Janus is 18, and Janus actually meets Roman multiple times, knowing full well what his life has in store, neither ever knowing. Roman and Janus are actors for the two main characters for an up and coming movie, and they get along super well. Janus has always worn gloves, scarves, long sleeves and jeans, hoodies, beanies. Its a bit taboo at such a young age, but Janus never seems to mind the controversy and never commets on it, and Roman doesn’t mind either. Janus is infact very withdrawn, and often gives very little input on what his true personality is and so Roman doesn’t push it. Later, he really, really wishes he did. Inevitably, they become closer. But it’s only until after the movie is released that Janus lets his walls down just a little. Somehow, he seems to know that Roman is his soulmate long before theyve actually touched. Somehow, for some reason that they just cant seem to fathom, at the end of a large event for the movie, Janus and Roman are being ushered away from eachother and into seperate cars to avoid an influx of fans for some reason or another, Roman doesn’t remember what. All he remembers is Janus taking a glove off his hand and brushing Roman’s cheek after he wished Roman an odd farewell. Not a see you later, just “Farewell, my Prince.” In perfect sync with a very specific line that Janus’s character had said. Roman is in too much shock by the time he’s in his own car, the past three lifetimes of memory flashing through his head taking just long enough to settle into dread as he realizes. He panics, he tries to get someone to listen, and by god do they try, but no one can get into contact with Janus in time. Janus dies in a freak car crash just minutes after they touched, dead on impact. Roman and his soulmates hold onto this movie for the rest of this lifetime, the last physical record left behind by the soulmate that fate just wont let them meet.

In the fifth, he meets Logan, each at age 21, Logan is a nurse in training, and Janus is a cashier, a college student just starting to work towards getting their law degree. By this point Logan has met all of their soulmates, and they all live in a flat together. Really, these days they all sit in wait, they have a plan amongst themselves, about what to do when they meet Janus, a last resort, a trying attempt to keep him alive just long enough to break that 24 hour threshold, to break the spell, to be able to say they did something to try and save him. So its truely a shame that in this lifetime, Janus is bleeding out from a gunshot wound by the time Logan is able to reach him. Its late at night, the police have been called, but it seems Janus was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and finds himself bleeding out on the tile floor. He doesn’t struggle, he doesn’t panic. When Logan approaches, he instead smiles sadly, and reaches his hand out to Logan. On instinct Logan takes it, just before he processes hearing Janus greet him with “Hello, Soulmate.” In vain, Logan tries to staunch the bleeding, but he’s done all he can do, and they know the real paramedics will be 2 minnutes too late. So they sit there, covered in Janus’s blood at 2 am in the middle of a shoddy convenience store, talking quietly about life and how their soulmates love them. There are tears in Logan’s eyes as Janus smiles sadly, knowingly up at Logan. He reaches his hand up and cradles Logans face, and asks Logan to “never forget to smile, okay?” Logan ends up leaving nursing, his mental health unable to take the soul-deep wound that incapacitates him when surrounded by the call of death.

In their sixth life, his soulmates wait, the group meets at age 23, and feel renewed hope as each month passes that they do not experience another traumatic death in their midst. Around age 30, confusion sets in, the hollow itch of meeting their last soulmate is dulled, almost non existant. They’d believe it gone if they didn’t feel it whisper to them late at night where theyre all gathered together. By the time their 60, the whisper seems to fade, and they slowly mourn the loss of the loved one they never got to have. Janus’s soul infact does not make it to the sixth lifetime, but not for lack of trying. His soulmates don’t want to believe it, waiting for his arrival to the very last of their days in this lifetime and never meeting him, they refuse to voice that they mightve lost Janus for good..

Fate has instead taken hold of his feeble soul, the weakest soul in an already unusually huge soulmate group, his soul only half as strong as it should be to balance fate in each lifetime, and so weak that his soul collapses under the amount of soulpower that reaches out to his own when his soul meets the others, and the fates are agitated by the constant unbalance of what should be their greatest and most intricately created group of soulmates yet. So the fates decided to hold onto his soul for a single lifetime, and spends the years mending and healing and strengthening his soul, practically filling in a full half of his soul, and spending years merging it while still carefully balancing his connection with his soulmates perfectly. The trade off is that the tampering and adjusting of his soul fucks with his soulmate memory trigger. He doesn’t forget, no, but his access to his previous lifetime memories is staggered, and so it takes months before he gets back all of his pevious lifetime memories, leaving the inital soulmate connection actually connecting but not immediately supplying his soul with any information of his own first 5 lives, leaving him blank at the start, though knowing that he and his soulmates soul’s are still older than being a brand new soul without memories, and doesn’t actually have a point in his lifetimes when he his an age and his past lifetime memories come to him, he /has/ to meet his soulmates to trigger those memories. The fates are very particular about him, keen on not providing this group with anymore unnessesary trauma.

So, imagine Janus’s genuine confusion, in his sixth life and his soulmate’s seventh life, at age 23 when he approaches a group at a college party on a whim to chat/flatter/flirt with the infamous Remus Sanders, the local social cryptid who always raises more questions than answers when you talk to him and who, Janus has learned, is a highly entertained arsonist-wannabe, and Janus knows that it’s smart to have contacts, because who knows when he’ll be need of someone who’ll commit arson with him? It just happened to be an hour earlier that Remy had spilled soda on his gloves, so he’s braving this interaction without a safety barrier but he’s heard Remus has all his soulmates already, all four of them to be exact, so he doesnt think he has much of a reason to worry. He manages to slide into the conversation easily, and none of Remus’s soulmates seem bothered by his intrusion, especially when he takes the eccentric way that Remus speaks in stride without even a pause, they just seem exasperated when he sneakily brings up the topic of fire.

Then Remus takes him by the shoulders, grinning at him almost crazily, and states “You. I like you” and, it’s obviously instinctive, the graceful way he laughs and puts a hand on Remus’s to agree, but of course the moment skin touches skin, their souls link and everything sparks. And then Remus shutters, and stares, his jaw going slack but his hands seem to grip Janus tighter. And for a moment, Janus finds it terribly, terribly fitting that he’s soulmates with a filterless pyromaniac, but then he remembers that Remus also has soulmates, and then the panic sets in because, assumably, that makes them his soulmates too.

Imagine Janus’s confusion when instead of being met with joy, he suddenly finds himself tucked carefully yet securely into Remus’s arms, being rocked by a man whose suddenly panicked and almost manically whispering “it’s him, hes here, it’s him.” Any move he makes to pull away even a little is met with a sob, Remus is crying, and Janus is so very confused. He tries to coo and comfort Remus, but each of their other soulmates crowd around them, touching his skin one by one, none of them moving away, his skin is burning from touch starvation, its a lot, its to much, its not enough, it burns.

It takes Janus over an hour, after being shuffled into a corner and placed in another soulmate’s lap, Janus thinks his name is Patton, to come back to himself, and finds his soulmates can’t stop touching him. He, too, feels the zing with each touch, the specific innate and undeniable feeling of ‘soulmate, soulmate, soulmate’ but he feels that hes very specifically out of some kind of loop considering all of his soulmates are crying.

When the fates whisper to them, three hours in, with the words “his soul was weak, we have fixed the issue, he is now yours for life to keep, he will safely continue.”

And while Janus requires quite a bit of catch-up, he feels like nows not the best time to ask. He feels more than sees the collective relief that sweeps through his soulmates, he lets them crowd around him further, touching and holding and assuring themselves and eachother that hes real, hes there, he’s staying alive, hes going to be safe. He tries not to say too much, doesn’t want to step on any sore spots, and finds theres tears in his eyes as well. He just lets himself be passed from lap to lap, and somehow or another they manage to all safely arrive at their joined home, pilling up a pillowfort into the livingroom and putting on a movie. Not once does he leave the hold of at least one soulmate, and finds at least two other hands on his person at a time up until he’s sat in the middle of the pillowfort(after he was allowed to get ready alongside the others for bed. He ends up in an oversized nasa hoodie that belongs to Logan) and the others begin to just, talk about life. Its too early to talk about the extreme protectiveness that theyve all treated him with each second, like hes about to dissapear at any moment. The thought makes him shudder, and he tries not to dwell on it.

Turns out, Virgil has the best idea of the night, suddenly and carefully kissing him, which triggers a bit of a domino effect, where Janus goes gently from soulmate to soulmate and trades kisses and hugs until everyone is breathless and giggling wetly with emotion.

And, when he wakes up the next morning, refusing to leave the warmth that is Roman’s chest and whining when Logan, who’d been acting as his other warm big spoon, start pulling away to start the day. And for the first time in this lifetime, Logan startlingly quickly relents and actually returns to their makeshift bed, pressing closer to Janus in an instant to hear his happy, sleepy hum. None of them get up for hours, and when they finally do, they order takeout, and dont stray far from eachother in the coming days.

Its the start of something new, something beautiful.

Something completely and finally whole.

[calpalirwin]

Phantom Pain

Summary: Trauma bonding turns into a full blown crush with Bucky

Word Count: 2.9k

And away, and away we go!

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You heard the startled gasps behind you as you lowered your body before pulling yourself up on the pull up bar again. “Yes?” you questioned, repeating another rep.

“I-I-I-” a teenage boy's voice stuttered. “Mr. Stark!” he yelled in slight panic.

You sighed, letting go of the bar and landing on your feet. “Yes?” you repeated, turning to face the lanky teenager with his mop of brown hair, and his companion, a girl a few years older, stifling giggles into her hands, both of their cheeks flushed. “Oh,” you said in realization. “You must be Peter. Uh, Tony’s in the lab, I think.”

Peter nodded mutely, before quickly dashing out of the training room, leaving you face to face with the young woman. “Gay,” you said simply. “And I think Vision’s with Tony.”

Her blush deepened, as she too, hightailed it out of the room with a muttered “Tony has a brother?”

You chuckled quietly to yourself. Of course your brother wouldn’t have told his newest members about you. Something about it not being vital information, and liking the shock value of it.

“And this is the training room,” a voice you did recognize said as Steve came into your line of sight, a man matching his stature trailing behind him silently. “Oh, hey, Stark.”

“Capsicle,” you greeted with a salute.

“Stark?” the other man asked in confusion. “I thought-”

“Fortunately there’s two of us,” you corrected. “Or unfortunately, depending on your opinion of Starks in general. Y/N,” you introduced yourself, offering out your hand.

“Bucky,” the man said, shaking your hand.

“Nightmares, again?” Steve asked you, his eyes glancing about the room.

“Sometimes you frighten me with how observant you are, Rogers,” you said grimly.

“Nightmares?” Bucky questioned, intrigue painting the features of his perfectly sculpted face.

“An unfortunate lingering side effect of my time in the Army, yeah,” you explained. “Something I’m sure you can relate to,” you added with a pointed glance at Bucky’s left arm which was completely metal, your mind already curious to how it worked, and how to make it better. “Working out helps. Something about physical exertion canceling out mental exertion.”

“Well, I might have to join you some time. See if your theory holds up.”

You held out your arms, gesturing about the giant training room. “Feel free. Everything here is open 24/7 to accommodate the mad geniuses and PTSD freaks.”

“And which one are you?” Bucky asked. And you knew it was a stupid question given what little information you had already provided him with. But you could also recognize a flirting edge when you heard one.

“I feel like the answer’s obvious. But, in the event that it’s not, I’m both. Pleasure to meet you, Bucky. And welcome to Avengers headquarters.”

~~~

A couple nights later, you were in the lab tinkering about, when you saw Bucky walk by in gym shorts and a tank top, his hair pulled back in a small bun. “Can’t sleep, huh?” you called out.

His body tensed as he whirled around, relaxing when he saw it was you. “Yeah. Thought I’d try out your theory.”

“It’s a good theory,” you assured, before refocusing on what you’d been working on.

“You have a lot of faith in a theory I’ve yet to test for myself,” Bucky said, stepping into the lab with you.

“I don’t do faith. I do facts,” you replied bluntly.

“Mmm, then how do you know it’s a good theory?”

“A good theory isn't whether it’s proven to be correct or not. A good theory is about being able to be repeated and replicated. Tested multiple times over and over. My theory just also happens to be correct.”

“Wow, you are a Stark.”

“I’m not an idiot, is what you mean. But rest assured I don’t have the same level of arrogance my brother inherited from our father. Or at least, I like to believe I don’t. But, results don’t lie. The physical exertion that comes from working out is enough to distract the brain from the mental exertion that comes from unwanted memories. Is it perfect? No, because it’s not a cure. But it does well enough anyway. And you can take my word for it. Or Rhodey’s, or Sam’s, or Steve’s. And that’s just the military crew. Or, you can test it for yourself. As I said, it’s a good theory. Very testable.”

Bucky’s tongue clicked in his cheek. “Mmm, and if it’s such a good theory, why are you here in the lab instead of in the training room?”

“A distraction, is a distraction, is a distraction. And I have work to do.”

“And what is it that you’re working on?” he asked, stepping closer to peer over your shoulder.

“Prosthetic limbs for amputees. Ones that aren’t hunks of metal. No offense.”

“None taken. I didn’t exactly get a say in the matter.”

“Right… Sorry…”

“No, don’t apologize. Something more… realistic looking would be nice. But the metal’s worked so far. Enhances already enhanced abilities.”

A shudder went down your spine. “Right. Super soldier strength mixed in with whatever tech is loaded up in that thing. I’ve taken a lot of hits in my day that I’d hate to experience again, but I’d do it if it meant a guarantee of never being on the receiving end of being hit by that. Like… the damage you were able to inflict on Tony, even in his suit…” you let out a low whistle. “Damn… no thanks.”

“Sorry? I think?”

You laughed, waving a hand dismissively. “Please. It’s not that he didn’t deserve it. The amount of times I wish I could clock him myself… My only regret was having not been there to actually see it.”

“Why do I get the feeling you and Tony don’t actually get along?”

“Oh, we do. It’s just… typical sibling shit, I suppose. We had different ways of coping with our parents dying. He went the standard billionaire spoiled brat route. I went to the Army. He took over the company. I stayed in the Army. He realized the damage the company was actually doing and became Iron Man. I was part of that damage.”

“Shit…”

Again, you waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t get me wrong. He’s my older brother. I love him. He’s rectified a lot of his past by helping turn Stark Industries into the Avengers. He's, dare I say, gained a conscience. But he’s also far from perfect. Still too arrogant for his own good. But I like him a lot better these days than I used to. I mean, I’m here.”

“So… you work for him? Doing what exactly?”

“Yes, and no. I live and work here, yes. But I don’t necessarily work for my brother. I help him and Bruce out a lot. Perks of not being an Avenger myself means I’m here to keep working when they’re gone. But, for the most part I keep to myself doing my own project.”

“Right, the prosthetic limbs. Personal reasons?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Seen my fair share of wounded vets. And seen my fair share of their struggle with shitty prosthetics. And even if they are complete shit, they’re also expensive. But I’m in a position where I can make non-shitty ones and, pun not intended, not have them cost people an arm and a leg. So, that’s what I do. Each prototype gets me closer and closer to making them as realistic as possible. Restoring range of motion you won’t get with cheap plastic wrapped around steel. It’s like… a complete limb transplant. Or that’s the ultimate goal anyway. Make prosthetics so real it’s like you never lost a limb in the first place.”

“That’s… noble of you.”

You shrugged. “Let’s just say I have a soft spot for broken things.”

Bucky smiled at that.

~~~

For the next handful of months, it wasn’t uncommon for Bucky to find you awake in the lab, or for you to find him awake in the training room.

Some nights, the two of you would work out your frustrations of the memories that haunted you both, and you’d tease him about how it wasn’t fair you always drenched through your shirt while he barely broke a sweat, smiling at the way he’d laugh.

Other nights, the two of you would swap war stories while he watched you work in the lab, and when you gathered up the courage to ask to run tests on how the tech in his arm worked to further your own research, he willingly obliged.

“So… were you just an enlisted soldier, or an officer?” he asked one night while you tinkered away.

“An officer. Made First Lieutenant.”

“That’s just below Steve. Which…”

“Is still lower than Sergeant, yes,” you laughed. “Technically anyway. But as an officer, I would still outrank you.”

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… no offense, but First Lieutenant isn’t exactly brag worthy. I imagine you meant to go further. What happened? Was it the damage you mentioned with Tony?”

You nodded. “Yeah. The same accident that started his whole Iron Man gimmick was the same accident that ended my career.”

Bucky nodded, and you knew he wanted to ask more, but didn’t want to pry or overstep. And you were grateful for that. It was one thing to own up that your PTSD stemmed from an incident that ended your military career. It was also one thing to own up to how your experience in the military drove you towards creating prosthetic limbs. But to admit that there was a deep personal connection between the two? That wasn’t something you liked to fess up to. “I’m sorry,” Bucky finally said, feeling the need to say something about your half confession. To acknowledge it without asking more.

You smiled wryly at him. “It’s f-” Your face twisted, and your fingers white-knuckled the table as pain flashed through your leg.

Bucky’s eyes went wide. “You okay?” he asked, moving around the table towards you, his hands hovering nearby in case you fell.

“Knife!” you gasped out, gritting your teeth and humming loudly to keep from screaming out in the pain you knew wasn’t real. “Get me a knife!”

Bucky stood there, frozen, staring at you in horror.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you barked at him. “I know you have a knife on you! Give it to me! That’s an order, Sergeant!”

That snapped Bucky into action. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, rummaging in his pockets. “Here!”

The sharp steel glinted in the lights as you took it from him and promptly shoved it deep into your right shin.

“What the fuck?!” Bucky yelped, jumping back. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” he repeated when no blood came pouring out of the wound as you yanked the knife back out.

“Aaaahhhh,” you sighed in relief, the pain ebbing away. You relaxed the tension in your body, breathing slowly. “Fuck… hate when that happens.”

“What… the… actual… fuck?” Bucky asked for a third time in a low whisper.

“Relax, it’s fake,” you said, flashing the knife. “See? No blood.”

“I- I-” he stammered.

“It’s called phantom limb pain. Happens in amputees all the time.” You took a seat, pushing up your pant leg to your knee, detaching the prosthetic and tossing it uselessly onto the work table. “Piece of shit,” you muttered, before pulling a tape-recorder out of your pocket. “Prototype 27. Failure, as of,” you spared a glance down at the date on your watch, speaking that into the tape recorder as well. “What?” you asked Bucky who was staring at you with his mouth hanging open.

“That explains… so much. But… why didn’t you just tell me?”

You shrugged. “It’s not something I tell people. Lost my leg in an explosion caused by weapons my family made? Yeah, not exactly a conversation starter.”

“I get that, but… c’mon. It’s me.” He gestured at his left arm.

“Yes, you who- and please don’t take offense to this- doesn’t remember the trauma of losing his arm, and has never experienced the pain that is phantom limb pain.”

“I don’t remember the trauma thanks to years of more trauma that is being brain-washed, and having my mind controlled,” he replied in a clipped tone.

“Yes, the entire world is aware of your trauma, Barnes. Must be nice to have people be aware of what you’ve gone through.”

“People would be aware of what you’ve gone through too, if you’d tell us instead of hiding in jeans and sweatpants!”

“Why would I tell people?! For sympathy?! Or to hear them tell me that I deserved it?! Because news flash, both of those outcomes fucking suck!”

His face crumpled. “Why would anyone think you deserved this?”

You scoffed at his naivety. “It’s poetic justice, Bucky. My own family took my leg. They took Tony’s heart, too, but hey! Look what he made as a result! Isn’t it fuckin’ marvelous?! Tony Stark loses his heart, but gains a soul. Y/N Stark. Loses his leg, and nobody cares.” The words were bitter on your tongue.

“You don’t strike me as the pity party type.”

“I’m not. That’s why I don’t tell people. And yes, maybe there’s a selfish part of me that does what I do strictly for me. Maybe I never would have thought to do all this if I wasn’t an amputee myself. But I’m here, and I’m doing it. And I’m not going to use my story to gain attention and credit that I don’t even want in the first place. Tony thrives in the spotlight. Me? Never been my thing.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think your project’s pretty great. And I don’t see your personal attachment to it as a hindrance. If anything, I bet it pushes you further. To keep trying, even when what you have is already worlds better than what’s available already. But I also get wanting to keep parts of you to yourself. The sympathy vote isn’t the best feeling.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled. “And I’m sorry for what I said about how it must be nice to have people aware of your trauma. Well… I’m sorry for how I said it. There’s quite a laundry list of things that will turn me into an asshole, and phantom limb pain ranks pretty high on that list. But I didn’t mean it as an attack, and if it came across that way, I do apologize.”

“Don’t worry about it. To an extent you’re right. The whole world knowing what happened to me… it dulls the shock value of a lot of things. Justifies a lot of my actions. So, for the most part, it’s incredibly beneficial. But sometimes I wish I could just… I dunno. Be Bucky without people making their assumptions about what that means.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I try to make it a habit of drawing my own conclusions about people rather than listening to the assumptions others have made about them. So, at least with me, you can be Bucky, and that can be however you want it to look.”

“Thanks. I’d uh… I’d like that.” He smiled softly at you, and you smiled back, watching as a blush crept over his face. “Um… Are you going to need help back to your room? Cuz I can help, if you need me to.” The blush grew darker as he shifted his eyes about the room.

“Uh…” you stammered, a blush coming to your own face. Normally when you tossed aside a rejected prosthetic, you either stayed in the lab until you made a new one, reattached the useless one and begrudgingly dealt with it until you felt up to making a new one, or, in super rare cases when you were sure you were alone, wheeled yourself about the headquarters in a chair. But, here was Bucky, offering to help hobble you off to your room. And the thought of him helping support your weight, or God forbid carry you was enough to make your heart sped up. “Even without the weight of a leg, I’m still not exactly light, or small,” you told him. You weren’t as tall as Bucky, that was true, and you certainly didn’t have super soldier serum running through your veins. But you were still very much the standard rugged American soldier type with broad shoulders and well-defined muscles of your own.

Bucky just scoffed at the notion before picking you up in his arms.

“Jesus, fuck!” you exclaimed, throwing an arm around his neck to help support your weight as he headed for the door of the lab. “I swear if you drop me…”

Bucky chuckled, his chest rumbling into your side. “Relax. I’m not gonna drop you. Now, tell me where I’m going.”

You rattled off the quickest route to your room, both hating the vulnerability of being carried in his arms, and loving the security of it.

“See?” he beamed proudly, as he set you on your bed. “Told ya I wouldn’t drop you.”

“Thanks…”

“Anytime.”

“Bucky, wait,” you called out when he turned to leave. “Um… Would you mind maybe staying?”

“Here? With you? In your room?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, the 1940s gentleman thing is real charming.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s um… You know I’m gay, right?”

“Well… That makes the, uh… oh, I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but that makes having a crush on you a lot easier. Or a lot worse, depending on how things go.”

He blinked at you in confusion, not sure if he was hearing you correctly.

“I like you, Bucky. So are you gonna stay?”

He grinned, happily walking back over to you. “I like you too. And yeah, I’ll stay.”

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" If anything can go wrong, it will."

Good night!! (Here it's still night :p )

A few weeks ago I said I would do a oneshot Lorraine Broughton x F! Reader, but it got too big so I decided to follow the initial idea and turn it into a mini series. I have two chapters written and I'm going to post them here and in Ao3, I think there will be 3 or 4 chapters in total, but I'm not sure yet.

English is not my first language, so all mistakes are mine.

Enjoy!!

warnings: mention of violence, R cursing, forgery of documents (?)

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1989

Berlin, East Side

You feel in your bones, when you wake up, the consequences of last night and think that the famous Murphy's Law decided to test you. On this side of the wall few things go right, but having an order in your head two days after joining STASI's wanted list proves that nothing is so bad it can't get any worse. Courtesy of a dumb customer who messed with the wrong people and thought revealing where you find your customers would be enough information to escape death. The Local Gang (or Angels, as they call themselves) loves to eliminate competition from the market.

Now he's dead and you have to deal with the STASI AND the Local Gang (you refuse to call them Angels).

The local fucking gang that sent a team of idiots to break into your favorite bar and made you run out the back door before meeting a customer who was going to pay well. The local fucking gang who must be pissed that you shot the six dumbest members you've ever had to face in your life. No really fatal shots, but of course that won't matter as they do business with the KGB.

Sometimes you want to ignore the rules you've made for yourself, especially "never kill someone unless it's in defense of yourself or someone you love", but you think killing six agents who don't have the ability to set up an ambush of success would be a great waste of bullets. Now you know you're going to have to leave town soon and you have no idea how to break the news to your brother/partner, how do you honorably abandon a war before it's over?

Damn Murphy's Law

You know you need to sort this out, but you refuse to stay in bed crying over what's already written and decide to leave the wonderful Egyptian linen sheets you got from your favorite client last month to face the world and it's impossible to face the world without a good amount of coffee. After a quick shower with a cup of Blue Mountain in hand, your newest addiction, you sit in a robe in a nice armchair, look out the window at dying Berlin and thank heaven for the comfortable life you've earned by working with one of the greatest smugglers on this side of the wall, perhaps from all over Germany. Some desperate customers offer you valuable items from them in exchange for passports and unlike your idiot “brother”, you don't have a rule about only receiving cash. Almost everything here comes from gifts, from the sofa, pictures, bags, clothes and even some books on your shelf. You don't even remember buying that cup, or the coffee set, for gods' sake.

If he saw you now he'd complain about being soft with customers and say something about how items aren't a bargaining chip in the real world, you'd get into a tiresome discussion about enjoying the finer things in life and how bills don't compare in the importance of yours. silver chain with moon pendant that was once an amulet for more than three generations for a French family.

At the end of the day, Merkel has a large information network and an office that takes up half the block, where she keeps as much money as she has secrets, and you have a house decorated by other people where each object symbolizes someone you've helped.

Four walls don't make a house

The thought takes away some of the almost peace you feel and you decide to finish your coffee before it gets cold.

After a quick glance at the calendar you remember about the march that will take place in Alexanderplatz square and decide to go scream for Germany one last time, hopefully you'll be able to hide long enough to see the fall of the damn wall that divides this country. It's not your country, not really, you don't even like to remember how you got here, but the experiences you gained wouldn't be exchanged for anything, not even for an original Van Gogh. Also, Merkel asked you to go and bring a black umbrella, the reason was not explained and you didn't feel like asking, sometimes you think Gordon Merkel is not his name, but how to judge the man who is your only family in this end of the world? You smile when you remember that he shouldn't have an umbrella with a story as cool as his and decide to piss him off for it.

Your phone rings, and you notice you've lost track of time. Merkel was helping a blonde woman named L, he didn't give you more details other than a few stories about how she was a perfect and dangerous assassin that you should keep your distance, as few people know how to deal with her. You thought he overreacted, but you had to take over some business from him while she was in town. She seemed important considering the way he told you about her and you knew better than to deny help to the person who always supported you and declared himself a brother, you trusted him because not even the best agent in the world could fake so much sincerity and affection in claiming this title for himself.

You reach out, pick up the phone, and decide to answer it. “Hey little sister, how are you out there? I called to say that everything is fine for dinner today, but there was a mishap and the wine ran out, bring the best Bordeaux you have, I'll return the courtesy as soon as possible." A code, of course.

He needs your services ASAP. Wine is a passport, Bordeaux means two elements, courtesy involves a child.

You can combine business with pleasure "Hi brother. I'm looking forward to today, I'll take the best wine I have, don't worry. I already know how you can thank me. I need to clean the house and go to the office first, but I'll be there on time. wait for me." you say in a voice that oozes normalcy, you never know when someone's listening on the phone especially now that you're a fugitive, disgraced customer. Your body sinks into the armchair noticing the oncoming cloud of worry

Merkel now knows you need his help, as cleaning the house means getting away and going to the office shows you're in a hurry.

"Alright, do you want me to send the driver?" He asks like he's not freaking out and offering the bloody job of one of his mercenaries

“No, bro, thanks, I know the way.” You say as if you really have an escape plan besides getting a fake passport, emergency backpack and all the money you can find.

“See you later, don't forget the wine. Are you sure you don't want the driver?" You wonder if he has forgotten that knowing the way literally means everything is fine

“Relax, see you later” It takes a few seconds for him to hang up and you can hear his sigh.

He will be SO pissed.

You put the phone down as you get up to gather the passport forgery materials and put them in a briefcase. Your cookbook is already there along with some banknotes from different countries. As you pick up the black backpack of standard clothes and accessories that always waited for you in the corner of the door, you decide to wear the first jacket you bought, the dark blue jeans, the combat boots you got from a skinhead, the wristwatch you bought. you got for your brother's birthday, thick leather gloves and a thin white shirt that matches the rest of your outfit. After all, if you can die when you open the door, then die well dressed. Be sure to keep the Colt 1911 around your waist and the Russian dagger around your ankle, after yesterday you never know, Your pocket watch with the coat of arms of the Brazilian imperial family indicates that 15 minutes have passed since Merkel's phone call

You take one last look at the house you've been so proud of in recent years, snap a photo with the Polaroid you've won, and, with a bittersweet smile, close the door. One day when the wall comes down, the government changes and your face is forgotten, you can come back here, until then you will have to make do with the photo album you keep in your backpack and this photo.

Putting on your sunglasses, you arrive on the street and decide to take a taxi on the other corner, make sure you look around before leaving your home, no one knows your address, but you can't be sure the local gang is so stupid to the point of not following you after last night.

Getting a taxi was relatively easy. Neil, the driver, thanks to the boots, mistook you for a revolutionary and talked for 10 minutes about how he hoped he could take down the wall with his bare hands, you thought it was cool, but as you passed the big river that was just a few blocks away from the your brother's office, you couldn't hear a word from him.

A sign signaling that the river was closed to visitors made your eyes fill with tears. You used to go there when the day was bad, spread a blanket in a corner and watch the stars, or just laugh at the distinct reflection the water made of the moon and stars. Merkel accompanied you on anniversaries, justifying them as bonding experiences. After some freaks started swimming in the river and executions increased, STASI took over and you replaced the dark water for the restaurant's bright lights. But seeing it tightly closed gave him a feeling of anguish and rancor. You would silently curse the wall builders for the rest of the trip.

Neil seemed to notice but didn't comment on it, you thanked him, wiped your tears and left a good tip as you descended a block away from your final destination. This time you didn't need to look around because even though Merkel was super busy, he made sure to leave some security close to where your landing place was.

A tall man dressed in a red T-shirt approached you and hugged you as if he hadn't seen you in a long time. You've known him since the beginning of last year, when he arrived at Merkel's office begging for a job, and from the first moment the way he turned grief over his brother's death into a thirst for revolution made you admire the young man. The two of you walked through the great gate hand in hand as you asked about his life with genuine interest, and Klaus increasingly believed in Merkel's theory about you having such a pure heart that you didn't care about motivation or the number of lives they took, your explanation of the judgment not being your responsibility, crossed the man's head before he escorted you to the main office.

You thanked him with a smile, opened the door and stood in front of the table in the windowless room, where your brother was already waiting for you.

"What the hell happened? Are you okay? I was about to send J to get you, please tell me what happened"—he said hurriedly as he got up and pointed at the couch for you to sit on. J was one of the most dangerous women in the building and you were grateful for not wasting her time.

Putting your backpack and umbrella aside, you answered:

"I'll explain later, little brother, now let me help you. You need passports urgently, don't you?" Yes, you were stalling and postponing the conversation. He'd call you an idiot for going out on the street right after you got on the wanted list, and he'd feel guilty when he found out why you didn't tell him. Merkel wasn't going to understand that her fear of failing him was no one's fault but yourself.

Your sentence seemed to give him some responsibility back, but still, as he held out a glass of water for you, his eyes met yours with a glint that warned that this conversation was far from over.

"Yeah, I really do, but don't think I'm going to forget about it. Let's talk when this is all over. Even if it's the last thing I do today."

You accepted the glass with a bit of trepidation and stood up towards the large center table while opening the briefcase with the supplies you were going to need, if Merkel noticed the bills he didn't say anything. Once at the table, you made two passports for mother and daughter in record time. According to the clock, 10 minutes passed, faster than a car, this deserves a celebration. It would have been six if Merkel hadn't been so curious to make you waste time pulling your watch out of your pocket just for him to analyze.

Everything was going well and there was only one last detail for mother and daughter to be taken by one Percival to the other side of the wall. Percival, according to Merkel, was strange and fickle. Unreliable and extremely dangerous, you should also keep your distance from him, as this man had crucial contacts on both sides of the wall.

"He must have fewer contacts than you", you would answer

If a loud noise didn't break the silence

The annoying noise of the door creaking made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you almost missed the last signature, it made your body vibrate with irritation and your eyes follow to the offensive source of the sound. A tall man with short hair and blue eyes was holding the doorknob with a military posture and before you could release your anger and explain something about how people shouldn't be violent inside Merkel's office you noticed he was accompanied by a woman.

AND WHAT A WOMAN!

Your eyes connected to a pair of fierce, intent green eyes, surrounded by a pale skin tone and hair so blond it looked like snow. The barely perceptible frown showed she was surprised to find someone other than Merkel there, yet she looked ready for a battle. You looked into her eyes again and nodded in acknowledgment, this must be L, the woman he was talking about.

She looked at you suspiciously, but also as if she could see into your soul, and what must have been frightening, you found endearing. A few stories of murders orchestrated by her crossed your mind, but all you could imagine is how beautiful she must be when she's mad.

They say green eyes darken when we're high on adrenaline, does that happen to her?

Her analysis of the intriguing blonde ends when she notices that the man accompanying her has raised his voice and from his furious expression, it's not the first time he's repeated the question. You interrupt him before you hear him and make sure to direct the ghost of anger before him:

"Have you lost your mind? Who walks into the office without knocking? Surely you should be here asking about passports, but if it weren't for my experience and steady hands, they would be in the trash by now. Learn to be civilized. You're under two paws not four, so act human and not animal" you say in an explosive but articulate tone to make sure he understands what you say. Sometimes when you speak fast, you are betrayed by faulty diction. Not today. Today you want this man to feel every fiber of irritation that went through his body.

Hearing Merkel holding a nervous laugh, you try to relax, but judging by the cold, almost murderous look of the man in the doorway, you've definitely gotten yourself in trouble. Looking at the organized clothes, you notice it's an old police uniform, probably taken by your brother, and unless Merkel has hired new employees, you've never seen it around here. His eyes snap back to his and something inside you warns that this must be Percival. He probably wants to kill you.

Damn Murphy's Law

A brief silence settles in the room and you shake off the fear and turn away, refusing to play the glaring game with a man who almost spoils your art. On other days you might look at him at a party, but today you want to make him swallow the ink on the stamp in his hands and invite the blonde to dinner

And it's her voice that breaks the silence.

You're flipping through the two passports for failures when she says

"Sorry, miss. My friend is an unprecedented idiot. Shall I close the door and knock again? Perhaps your highness too--"

You turn her body towards her when you hear the slightest hint of irony in her tone and interrupt her with a fake smile as you look into her eyes.

"It's not necessary, I accept your apology, Miss. I always said that Merkel should have someone armed at the door to remind everyone of the need to knock on the door. Anyone who didn't knock would lose his mind as the law of my reign says. Perhaps I should start. for him, since the top head is the last thing he wears lately" you joke look at Merkel who doesn't seem offended by the statement, shrugging you look at those blue eyes again and say "the passports are ready. Let's get out of here."

You close the passports, reach for your backpack and umbrella and start moving towards the door, both agents let you lead the way and judging by the blonde's expression, she's not used to being interrupted, nor is she used to seeing someone talking like that with Merkel, but today it was acceptable. You really think she's adorable, but you know better than to let someone make fun of you, especially in front of your brother who wouldn't let you forget about it. Either she doesn't care, or she's a great actress. Anyway, that idiot is still by her side and you refuse to be the reason for his possible laugh.

Her friend probably didn't have the same acting classes and his resemblance to the local gang members, like he's going to kill you in the blink of an eye in a cowardly way, is almost frightening. If Merkel hadn't said L is a woman, you'd be scared. It makes you shiver a little and look for Merkel, but he's not following you. Looking over his shoulder you see him putting a few more piles of dollars and euros into your briefcase. With a snap of your fingers you get his attention and before you walk out the door, you hear the briefcase click closing.

Once out of the room, you look around and realize that nothing has really changed, all faces are familiar, except for three people: a couple talking to a child. After a brief analysis you find yourself facing the passport clients, mother and daughter. The man doesn't look older than 60 and has kind eyes, almost as if he doesn't live on this side of the wall.

They don't seem to notice you

Your observation is interrupted by Merkel's loud, proud voice, right behind you. Here it comes

"This is Elizabeth Loyd and Percival, two trusted clients. Elizabeth and Percival, this is my little sister, she will be on the march today, if you need anything in the future you can talk to her."

Hearing her name, you notice that Merkel really wasn't creative at all. Who would use the initial letter of a surname as a symbol? Anyone who heard the stories about L and met a loyde who knows a Merkel would make the connection. As you turn around, you swallow your nervousness and try to put on your best smile as you say your name to them. The blonde woman who finally has a name, Elizabeth, leans closer, her eyes never leaving yours, and you wonder if she can feel the jumble of emotions that is unraveling inside you.

She smiles a smile that makes you sure she does and reaches out and greets you with a firm grip, if she noticed the sweat on your hands, she didn't let on. She also looks a little more comfortable.

Maybe because she noticed you said her real name, idiot.

You hate yourself for one second and the next you want to be without gloves because it feels soft and warm.

The man, Percival, comes next and looks at you suspiciously and the smile fades from your face, you wonder if no one else can smell the strong smell he gives off, a smell of cheap whiskey and arrogance. Still, he holds out his hand and this time you thank the gods for the gloves. Make sure you don't bow your head or fail in your posture. He still looks at you like you killed his son. Useless even to pretend, for God's sake.

Merkel watches the exchange from afar and nods to Elizabeth, she responds and Percival walks away looking uneasy. You look around uncomprehendingly, feel a little left out, and wonder which computer must have Tetris installed.

You would kill for a distraction right now.

Going out on the street in a crowded march while being chased by two groups still makes you sick.

Your brother approaches and extends his hands around you. You've missed him for the past few weeks. He still wears the perfume you gave him for his birthday and it makes you sink deeper into the hug. You know he's going to be mad when he finds out what happened so you enjoy as much affection as you can

"Little sister, in addition to our conversation I need to tell you something" his voice is low in tone and you doubt you would understand the words if you weren't so close to him "but I can't do that until the march is over. Meet me at usual table at the restaurant where we celebrate our achievements, It's very important"

His even low voice is charged with strong emotion and you are genuinely worried, Merkel has never been like this before.

"I'll do it, brother, I promise. Whatever it is, we can work it out together" you say with all the certainty you can muster in your voice, because you need him to understand that this is true.

You feel eyes on you and as you look up you notice that Elizabeth keeps an eye on your exchange with Merkel while talking to the little girl's father, from the distance she probably can't understand anything and you don't know if she celebrates or cares with so much attention received. A little further away is a Percival who pretends to be busy with the coat he's wearing. He also pays attention to your exchange, but his talent for discretion is as effective as his ability to open doors.

Your eyes return to the concentrated blue eyes that are in front of you and Merkel speaks in an almost inaudible way:

"When I whistle, I need you to raise your open umbrella and stay alert. The three people we're going to cross are very important, nothing can go wrong. But if it does, I'll be at the restaurant, whatever happens find me there."

Noticing the proximity of Percival and Elizabeth, you place your hand on your brother's shoulder and smile as you speak a little louder:

"Don't worry man, it's always a pleasure to help you. I'll leave my briefcase here, then meet you to get it. Good march."

Merkel shows that she understands his strange move and smiles, you greet some friends of his that you haven't seen in a while and as you head towards the exit, you meet a pair of deep green eyes. Elizabeth is gleaming in the cold lights that are refracted by the mosaic of the gate, she looks into your eyes, ever alert, looks at the object in your hands and nods her head with a half smile, do you think the guard's idea black rain was hers.

As you wave back, you can feel that a pair of eyes haven't left your back since the moment of your brother's embrace, as the old man is saying goodbye to the family, you know who they belong to and decide not to look for them. If the STASI, KGB or local gang find you, he doesn't own the pair of eyes you want to remember before you die.

Taking a deep breath, you walk through the gate and blend into the crowd.

..........................................................................................................................

After leaving Merkel's office block, you take a hat out of your backpack and wear your sunglasses as you look around, not that a local gang member is here but because if he sees you in disguise he will ask a series of questions and he has enough problems already, plus STASI must be monitoring this area and the last thing you want is to be arrested. You decide to tuck your coat into your backpack to change your look, and while internally debating your ability to ignore the cold, your eyes catch the almost snowy blond hair in the crowd.

This signals that they are already on the march and you decide to get a little closer to them, but make sure you do this without drawing attention to yourself since the nasty man is still there. Elizabeth is on your diagonal absorbing all the extraneous details that might be a possible threat, she seems so focused on the job of passing the owner's gentle eyes in a safe way that it makes you wonder how important he is and if she's noticed you.

A few meters later a familiar noise floats through the march and you open the umbrella almost instantly, as do other protesters.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Percival taking the man's family across and sometime later Elizabeth does the same. You notice that her posture has changed and when she decides to stop for a better look, the crowd drags her and you can no longer locate her.

Her feet continue forward and as some signs are raised by the protesters, you try to find your brother. Unsuccessfully. You decide to trust their ability and hope that you can meet him again at the restaurant.

You also want Elizabeth to be okay.

Continuing on the march, after two or three long blocks you notice the familiar silhouette of one of the STASI bosses, he is watching the crowd as if looking for someone, but he doesn't seem to notice you. You notice observers on top of buildings and decide to leave the streets. Whether it's the Local Gang, KGB or STASI itself you don't know and decide you don't want to know.

Your brain tries to design routes to escape and your body mimics the movements of the closest protesters so as not to draw attention to you, but when some agents in black point in your direction and make space in the crowd, you run between people to seek shelter in somewhere you know and at every step you are sure that the day will be worse than you thought.

Damn Murphy's Law

[marauder-exe]

Prompt List #2

Welcome to my biggest prompt list ever

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Theres like 200 so be wary

Angst

“I love you ! Is that what you wanted to hear ?”

“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”

“Can you just shut your mouth ?”

“wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?”

“We both know that I should walk away, but I can’t.”

“Wait, he/she has a girlfriend/boyfriend ?"

“I lo—-” “No, please… Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me.”

"Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.”

“You’re safe here, I got you.”

“Don’t ask her out again, please… You’re killing me, every single time you ask that.”

“Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.”

“If you go, I’ll know that you never loved me.”

“We never were just friends, and you know it.” “I know it, but you deserve someone better than me.”

“SHE WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!”

“You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love.” “But you are the only one who deserves it.”

“I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”

“You’re looking at me like.. you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”

“What happened between us?”

“Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”

“Love isn’t supposed to hurt this badly.”

“You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”

“I remember when he/she/they used to look at me that way”

“I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then I’ll forgive you.”

“I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this, you’re still trying to lie to me”

“I can’t keep this secret for you anymore.”

“I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”

“Why she/her/them? It could have been anybody, and you chose to betray me with her/him/them.”

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“You never loved me, did you?”

“You made me miserable and I still loved you.”

“Everytime something goes well, I momentarily forget how much I despise you.”

“We’re never going to have a happy ending, just remember that.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not happy to see me like this.”

“Your mind must be a horrible place.”

“Hand me the gun and I’ll kill him myself.”

“And I thought you loved me."

" And I thought I loved you."

" Aren't you even going to cry?"

“I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…”

“Did you always know that you were going to leave?”

“If you cry, I’ll stay, and if I stay that will just give you another reason to hate me.”

“I’m addicted and at this point I don’t think anything could make me stop.”

”If you wanna know, then ask.”

“You never asked because you knew I wouldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear.”

“We grew apart, and at this point I’m glad.”

“Find somebody else to kiss your ass.”

“When are you going to stop clawing for something that’s never going to happen?”

“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”

“It was easier to believe that the you I knew was dead than deal with the fact that I still have to see you every day.”

“What you’re doing is going to kill you one day.”

Fluff

51. “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”

52. “Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

53. “You smell really nice.”

54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

55. “I might have slept with your robe when you were gone.”

56. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

57. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”

58. “You’re comfy.”

59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

60.“But I want to hear you sing.”

61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”

62.“Care to give me a back scratch?”

63.“I think I love you.”

64.“Your bed head is really cute.”

65.“How about a kiss?”

66.“You made this for me?”

67.Aw, you’re blushing.”

68. Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?”

69. “Let me help you with that.”

70. “I don’t want to forget this moment.”

71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”

72.“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

73.“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

74.“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

75.“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

76.“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

77.“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”

78.“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

79.“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

82.“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

83.“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

84.“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”

85.“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

86.“ You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. “

87.“And just WHERE do you think you’re putting your hands?”

88.“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”

89.“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”

90.“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”

91.“It was always you.”

92.I love you in every possible way.”

93.“I didn’t mean to love you so much.”

94.“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

95.“Duck, you idiot!”

96.“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”

97.“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

98.“It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

99.“Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.”

100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Sarcasm

101.“Define normal.” 

102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” 

103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.” 

104.“Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.” 

105.“It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

106.“I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.” 

107.“And you wonder why you’re still single.”

108.“Remind me to kill you. Please.” 

109.“That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

110.“She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.” 

111.“She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

112.“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.” 

113.“Sorry. I don’t speak skank.” 

114.“My middle finger salutes you.” 

115.“I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 

116.Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.” 

117.“Oh darling. Go buy a brain.” 

118.“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” 

119.“All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 

120.“I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

121.“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” 

122.“What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?” 

123.“I heard that!” “You were supposed to!” 

124.“I need therapy after this.” 

125.“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” 

126.“I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.” 

127.“I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.” 

128.“I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”

129.“Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.” 

130.“I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.” 

131.“Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.” 

132.“Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!” 

133.“Don’t look in her eyes, she might steal your soul.” 

134.“She’s hot, but she’s evil.” 

135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” 

136.“I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.” 

137.“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” 

138.“So stick that in your juice box and suck it.” 

139.“Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.” 

140.“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

141.“Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.” 

142.“Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.” 

143.“You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.” 

144.“Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal.” 

145.“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.” 

146.“Idiots. I’m surrounded by idiots.” 

147.“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.

148.“Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.” 

149.“Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.” 

150.“You make no sense to me.” “Welcome to my life.” 

Drama

151.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”

152.“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?” 

153.“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”

154.“I know you lied to me.”

155.“I’m not even sorry.”

156.“You backstabber!” 157.“I never want to see you again.” 158.“You never mattered to me.”

159.“I knew this was a bad idea.”

160.“Rot in hell.”

161.“It was supposed to be a secret!”

162.“No one loves me.” 163.“He/she/they is/are so petty…” 164.“You made me cry.” 165.“I don’t know who you are anymore.” 166.“How DARE you?!” 167.“I know you’re not talking to me…” 168.“I SAW you with him/her/them!”

169.“Just leave me alone.”

170.“What did you do?!” 171.“I told everyone that I didn’t want to talk but I’m actually dying for attention.”

172. “Just admit that was extra…”

173.“I forgive, but I don’t forget.” 174.“Did you see what he/she/they was/were wearing?” 175.“So what if I had sex with your ex?” 176.“There’s something I have to tell you…” 177.“I can’t do this anymore.” 178.“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.” 179.“I never loved you.” 180.“It’s too late.”

181.“Quit ignoring me.”

182. “Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”

183.“I love you. I’m sorry.”

184.“I don’t want to be friends.”

185.“Can we please pretend I never said that?”

186.“Friendzoned again.”

187.“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”

188.“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”

189.“I was there for you when no one else was!”

190.“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”

191.“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”

192.“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”

193.“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”

194. “I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”

195.“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”

196.“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”

197.“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”

198.“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”

199.“We agreed this was just physical!”

200.“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”

Ahhh im sorry that was so long, but if you read all the way to here, your a real one.

Again i write for all Hp characters! Feel free to use these prompts as ur own