#Nia and coil

[wilhelmina1233]

I wanna make Oc x Oc sketches of different creators....

[sierrale8ne]

christmas eve aubrey griffin, ayanna patterson, paige bueckers 🎄

sfw // kissing, sexual innuendos, cute christmas fluff

kalena speakss 🪽! i recommend having this song on loop while reading, it really works wonders on the heart strings 🥹 merry (early) christmas eve and happy holidays to all my amazing followers and moots.

🏷️ @thaatdigitaldiary @bueckersbitch @pboogerswbb @xxloveralways14 @ohbueckers @rosemariiaa @bucketbueckers @janaelalfysblunt @tndaqlifwy

ayanna and kelli’s christmas eve 🎞️

“Lay your head on me, I got you baby.” justin bieber 2011

“I can’t believe you made me put these on.” Ayanna groans, walking down the stairwell of my parents home in plaid pajama pants and a red, ugly, Christmas sweater with gingerbread men on it.

She looks adorable, her skin glowing from the light of the fireplace and the television.

“I didn’t make you do anything. You have free will.” I shrug from my place on the couch. White fuzzy socks cover my feet as I tuck my legs up on the couch. It’s barely even chilly, but the holiday spirit makes me pile on all the layers.

“Kel, this shit is ugly.”

“You wanna take it off?” I comment, looking over at her suggestively.

“In your parent’s house? Nah, I’ll be aight.” Yanna looks at me astonished, pulling on the tight coil that falls over her forehead. She huffs, sitting next to me on the couch.

“That’s what I thought.” I reply, pressing play on the movie in front of us.

It’s Are We There Yet, which I refuse to accept as a Christmas movie, but since Yanna sucked it up and put on the matching outfit, I guess I can be a good girlfriend and watch her poor choice of a movie.

She pulls on the lever that makes the seat recline, giving me all the space to get comfortable in the space between us as we cuddle.

“I missed you so damn much, pretty. You don’t even know”

I’m taken aback by her sudden show of affection, but it makes me smile. And that pretty word nearly makes my cheek turn as read as the sweaters.

“Me too.” I nod, looking away from Nia Long on the screen and up at my girlfriend. “The team was getting too comfortable with my baby. Needed you to come back.”

Yanna laughs in between kissing my forehead. “I thought I was getting replaced by med school exams.” She says back.

I really didn’t realize just how much we’d been busy. UConn and Harvard weren’t too far away, the distance could’ve been worse. But from chasing a national championship and trying to become a doctor, her and I just had so much going on.

It’s really a Christmas miracle that I get her all to myself for a few days.

“Y’sure I can’t give you my gift tonight?” Yanna asks me. I laugh, pausing the movie that obviously neither one of us was paying attention to anymore.

“Girl, no!” I exclaimed.

“Please! I’ll give you another tomorrow.” She attempts to negotiate. I want to say no, knowing that if my mom were to hear that I’ve changed her very serious Christmas plans, she’d probably kill me.

But it’s Ayanna, and she looks so convincing with that pretty and perfect smile that I just can’t say no.

Which is exactly how I find myself with my legs crossed, giggling as she hands me the medium sized Tiffany & Co box. It isn’t wrapped, which lets me know she was planning on giving it to me when we were alone rather than when our families were around.

“NIL money getting you right?”

Yanna grins at me as she shrugs. Trying to look nonchalant about it, but I know her better than that.

“Something like that.”

I untied the white ribbon on the box, revealing the gold Tiffany Hardware Wrap Necklace that I had saved in my phone for months.

“Were you in my search history?” I ask, incredulously, looking at her astonished. “It’s beautiful.” I pout, tears rimming my cheeks from the gesture.

"I needed some inspiration for your gift because you always say you have everything you need and not what you want," Yanna explains, cutely rubbing the back of her neck.

"I do have everything I need and want," I smile. I put the lid back on the box, holding it close to my chest as I lean into her.

My arm wraps around her neck, inhaling the scent of her body wash. Her lips press to my clothed shoulder, hugging me back like any second I could evaporate into thin air.

"I have you," I mumble almost inaudibly, but knowing her she obviously hears me. I hear a small laugh escaping her lips, breathless nearly.

“You got me, baby.” She confirms, kissing that spot on my shoulder again. “Always.”

aubrey and shayne’s christmas eve 🍪

“You leave some cookies out I’ma eat ‘em all.” justin bieber 2011

“Stop it!” Shayne exclaims, swatting Aubrey’s hand away from the recently decorated sugar cookie she just placed down.

It was the couple’s second christmas together, and this time Shayne insisted that they had to decorate cookies on Christmas eve.

Making them was messy, flour and sugar all over the kitchen counter. Then as soon as they were out of the oven, Aubrey went out of her way to reach for a piping hot cookie, just to end up burning her finger and crying like a baby.

“I just wanna see your work!” Aubrey explains, pushing the girl off to the side by her hip. She looks at the cookie, a snowman with a big top hat, and she snickers. “Why are his eyes melting?”

Shayne rolls her eyes at the loud laugh that escapes her girlfriend. “Then you make one! Here.” She says, placing a similar cookie on a plate.

The two hum along to the christmas tune playing on the TV, sugar and cinnamon and vanilla shifts through the air, along with the occasional poking fun of each other’s cookies.

“See, mine looks good.” Aubrey says lifting her gingerbread man up towards her face.

Shayne pulls a face, and every bone in her body is telling her to tell the girl how ugly her cookie looks or something of that nature. But she was right, it actually looked cute.

“It does, baby. Hol’ on let me get a picture of it.” She digs in the pocket of her christmas tree pajamas for her phone. It took all of five seconds for Aubrey to take a giant bite of the head of the gingerbread man. “Are you serious?”

“It was too tempting.” Aubrey explains, crumbs fall from her mouth and green frosting decorates her lip.

“You could wait two more seconds?” Shayne laughs, snapping a photo of the girl’s off-guard face with her decapitated gingerbread man.

She shakes her head back and forth, the curls on her head moving with. “Shouldn’t have left me alone with these cookies.” Aubrey shrugs, eating the rest of it.

“C’mere.”

“What?”

Shayne drops the bag of colored frosting on the counter taking a step closer to her girlfriend. Aubrey had this glimmer in her brown eyes that made her knees knock. Tracing the slope of her nose with her eyes and the sharp line of Aubrey’s jaw.

Shayne’s hand meets Aubrey’s cheek before nudging the corner of her lip with her thumb. “You have frosting on you, dummy.” She sucks the bright green frosting off of her finger, before mushing Aubrey’s face to the side.

“Wait, wait.” Aubrey urged. Her hand reaching for her girlfriend’s wrist and pulling her back.

She slides her hand behind her neck and pulls Shayne into a kiss. Lips softly meshing together as her mouth sucks at Shayne’s bottom lip. They hum as they pull apart, frosting from Aubrey’s mouth staining their lips.

“I like spending Christmas with you, Shay.” Aubrey admits, kissing the girl’s temple.

The admission makes Shayne smile like a school girl and she snakes her arms around Aubrey’s waist, the material of her button up pjs riding up just barely.

“Same time next year?”

“Absolutely.” Aubrey nods eagerly, dipping her head to plant kisses across Shayne’s jaw. “Y’know what else I think?”

“What?” She sighs, slowly getting distracted by the feeling of her lips.

“You should let me eat another cookie before we go to bed. Know what I mean?”

Shayne snickers at the insinuation, pushing her hands to the athletes chest. “And this is when I walk away from you.”

“Shay, c’mon!”

paige and jolene’s christmas eve 🎄

“Kissing underneath the tree. I don’t need no presents girl, you’re everything I need.” justin bieber 2011

“Ma, c’mere!” I call out, stand in front of Jo and I’s tree with my hands on my hips. The pines were decorated in white lights and gold ornaments, Jolene put on some candy canes on it too.

She trudged into the room, her thick socks softly padding against the ground with each step she takes. She wears a plaid onesie, her recently straightened hair tumbling down her shoulders.

“Hmm?”

“I wanted to show you sum.” I reach my hand out for her and she takes it, stepping over the stack of our presents and over to me.

Confusion covers her face, I can assume she’s regretting leaving me alone in the living room with our tree. “Should I be nervous?” Jo laughs, pushing her hair behind her ear. “You know I don’t do surprises.”

“I know.” I nod. She hates surprises, mostly stemming from her hatred for being left out of the loop. “It’s not anything major, I just want to get all sappy and shit.”

She smiles that addicting smile of hers that makes my whole body feel like it’s on fire. I almost forget how long we’ve really been together when she looks at me like that, because every time it feels like I just met her when It’s really been years.

She drops our hands, instead wrapping an arm around my waist and leaning on my shoulder. “Show me.”

I reach behind the tree, looking for and spotting the sphere shaped ornament. It’s clear, a collage of images of the two of us filling the space.

Jolene lets out a gasp as she looks at it, and I remind myself to tap myself on the back for my unofficial gift to her.

“I’ve spent every Christmas with you since we were in eighth grade.” I say, letting the ornament spin on my finger for her to see every image. “It’s crazy, ‘cause we grown as hell now.”

She laughs, “yeah, super senior.”

“Chill out. I’m getting sentimental.”

“You’re right, my fault.”

I point a a random picture before looking at it. “This was my first Christmas in D.C. You flew all the way out there to see me, and I remember telling my dad that I thought our Christmas streak would be broken and then you showed up.”

“I’ll always show up.” She murmurs, following my finger with her eyes.

“Then there’s last year in Minnesota. When we got snowed in, but I swore I wasn’t gonna go without spending my day with you.” The memory flashes in my head of how hard she laughed when she opened her front door and saw my body completely engulfed in snow.

“You walked two and a half blocks for me.” She reminisces along with me before taking it into her own hands.

“I guess what I wanna say is that, I can’t imagine not spending the holidays with you, Jo. This ornament represents all the Christmases of the past, and I wanna keep doing it ‘til I’m fucking 90.”

“And what happens at 91?” She asks. Jolene takes it upon herself to hang it up on the perfect spot, conveniently right where there was a gap between the other ornaments.

“I might be able to go a few more years after that.” I shrug. “You’re my gift every year. Ion need shit else as long as I have you. You’re everything I need every single year.” I admit.

Her smile illuminates in the lighting of the Christmas tree and she cups my cheeks, pulling me down to her height and kissing me without any more words. There didn’t really need to be anymore words, everything that was left unsaid was understood.

It’s so damn tender, soft and sweet like I’ve never felt before. Even after nine years of being able to call her my girlfriend. She licks at my bottom lip, parting them before slipping it into my mouth.

“‘M gonna marry you one day.” She mumbles into my mouth, and I nod, gripping her hips in an attempt to keep us both from falling into the tree.

I pull back, but not before placing another slow peck to her lips. “I love you, Jo.”

“I love you too, 5. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, mama.”

[supercorpkid]

New Year's Eve

Supergirl. Kara Danvers x Reader!, Alex Danvers, Nia Nal, Lena Luthor, Sam Arias.

Word Count: 2300.

Notes: Happy New Year guys!!

The regular alien bar is transformed tonight, a kaleidoscope of shimmering lights and metallic streamers draped across every surface. Music pounds against the walls, a steady rhythm that matches the buzz of celebration in the air. It’s New Year’s Eve, and you’re already regretting being late.

When you walk in, the scene hits you like a tidal wave: Nia is doubled over in laughter at Brainy, who’s gesturing wildly while explaining some incomprehensible science; Alex and Sam are in the middle of the dance floor, kissing like they’re starring in a rom-com; and Kara—beautiful, sweet, perfect Kara—is throwing back a shot with a determination you’d expect from her saving the world, not drinking alien liquor.

“What do you mean Kara is drunk?” you blurt, catching Nia at the bar.

“Drunk.” Nia spreads her arms with a dramatic flourish. “Ya girl is turnt.”

“Okay, try to keep it in your pants, Nia,” you joke, smirking at her giggles. But your eyes drift back to Kara, who just took two extra shots in the sheer second you took to evaluate the whole situation.

This is chaos.

You weave through the crowd, dodging a tipsy Brainy and narrowly avoiding Alex dragging Sam to get another drink. When you finally reach Kara, she’s beaming at you with that smile—so bright, so pure, it almost makes you forget she’s been downing shots like water.

“Hey, you!” she exclaims, her voice louder than usual. She lurches forward, throwing her arms around you with surprising precision. “You’re here! Finally!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Having fun, aren’t we?” You steady her with a hand on her shoulder, your other hand ready to reach for a glass of water.

“I was, but now you’re here,” she hiccups, “and I’ll have even more!” Her grin is so wide it’s contagious, and her hands settle firmly on your waist, holding you close like she’s afraid you might disappear.

“How about we get you some water?” you suggest, trying to pull away, but her grip tightens—not painfully, just... insistently.

“No, no,” she protests, shaking her head with alarming seriousness. “That’ll make the alcohol go away!”

“That’s kind of the point, Kara.”

She pouts at you, those puppy-dog eyes nearly breaking your resolve. You almost cave—almost—but then Alex and Sam stumble past, laughing so hard they nearly take you out in the process. You sigh. Someone has to be the responsible one tonight.

“Well, I’d say all of you could use a little sobering up.” You turn to head to the bar for water, but Kara’s hands slide to your stomach, pulling you back. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. While the hand in your stomach explores the very little strip of skin she can see. You shiver under her touch.

“I need to be drunk,” she whispers, like it’s the most serious thing in the world.

“What?” You blink, leaning closer to hear her over the noise. “Why?”

“It’s a secret.” Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, her touch sending an unexpected coil down your stomach. “Can’t tell you yet.”

“Yet?”

She nods solemnly, then breaks into a hiccup-laden giggle. “Midnight.”

You stare at her, exasperated and intrigued in equal measure. “You’re waiting until midnight to tell me this big secret?”

Kara nods again, her face lighting up like she’s just solved a complex equation. “Yup. Midnight. You’ll see.”

“Fine,” you relent, though you have no idea what’s going on. “But you’re drinking water until then.”

She groans but doesn’t argue as you guide her to the bar. You’re determined to keep her coherent enough to survive the countdown. Whatever her secret is, it better be worth the suspense—and the chaos.

Just as you’re starting to wonder what on Earth—or any other planet—could justify this level of mystery, Lena strides into the bar. She’s immaculate as always, her tailored white dress glinting faintly in the club’s neon lights. She scans the room briefly before her eyes land on you and Kara. There’s a flash of recognition, and then Lena’s lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“Alright, alright, I’m here. Please don’t tell me I missed it,” she says as she approaches, her voice carrying a teasing lilt.

“Missed what?” you ask, your curiosity piqued. Kara, currently sitting down, clinging to your waist, face nuzzled on your stomach, separates her face long enough just to look up at Lena with a sheepish grin, her cheeks flushed—though you suspect it’s not just the alcohol.

Lena’s gaze flickers between the two of you, and for a moment, you’re sure she knows exactly what’s going on. “Missed what, Lena?” you press, frustration seeping into your voice.

Lena shrugs elegantly, then tilts her head toward the bar. “I need a drink,” she declares, clearly dodging your question. Before you can press further, she’s already turning away, leaving you simmering with unanswered questions.

You glance around the room, noticing how everyone seems to share these little glances, smirks, and half-hidden smiles whenever they look at you and Kara. Even Nia, now leaning heavily against Brainy, gives you a wink when she catches your eye.

They all know.

“Okay, seriously,” you mutter, leaning down so your face is level with Kara’s. “What’s the big secret? Everyone knows but me, and it’s driving me insane.”

Kara just grins up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something softer, something warmer. “Midnight,” she repeats firmly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. Her hands tighten briefly on your sides, grounding you in the moment. “You’ll see.”

But she keeps acting strange—even by her usual standards. At first, it was small things: the way her gaze darted to you and lingered a fraction too long before she’d quickly look away, like you’d catch her in the act of thinking something she shouldn’t. Or the way she kept fumbling through her words whenever someone brought up New Year’s resolutions, shifting uncomfortably in her chair like she had something on the tip of her tongue but couldn’t bring herself to say it.

As the night progresses, though, it becomes more intense. There's a charged energy in the way she's been hovering around you, close enough that the warmth of her presence starts to cloud your thoughts, leaving you unable to think about anything except her. Her fingers trace patterns on your skin, and her hands seem unwilling to be away from your body, even for a minute.

She’s been like that all night—dodging questions, throwing out half-smiles that don’t quite reach her eyes, and looking at you like you’re some kind of puzzle she’s too afraid to solve.

As midnight approaches, you’ve basically given up on sobering any of these buffoons up. Alex literally called you a party pooper when you handed her water instead of plain vodka. Lena, with her impeccable timing and sharp wit, whined dramatically about her whiskey, claiming she had to make up for lost time since she got here late. And Kara—well, Kara and her stupid secret and her stubborn insistence on staying drunk have made it clear that no amount of coaxing will change her mind tonight.

Your resolve to play babysitter dissolves entirely when J’onn and M’gann arrive, stepping into the bar with their calm, composed presence. J’onn gives you a subtle nod, like he already knows the chaos he’s walking into and is ready to take over, and M’gann seems to dive straight into the party spirit, grabbing Nia for a dance. Relief floods through you. They can take over as the responsible adults in the room now.

You decide to let go, just a little. Maybe this doesn’t have to be your problem. The countdown looms close and Kara even closer, and while part of you itches to storm out in protest of the sheer ridiculousness of it all, another part of you wonders if this night might hold something you didn’t expect.

It’s Kara’s drunken laugh that pulls your focus back to her. As she laughs—tipsy and exuberant—it reverberates against your chest, the sound warm and unrestrained, like a soft hum that seems to echo through you. The sensation catches you off guard, grounding you even as the world spins chaotically around you.

She’s been watching you, her expression somewhere between guilty and hopeful. Her hand brushes yours, lingering for a second longer than necessary before she pulls away, her smile frustratingly sweet—the kind that makes your heart lurch even when you want to be mad at her.

“Almost time!” Sam sing-songs while passing you and Kara on her way to the bar.

You let out a frustrated sigh, stepping back to put some space between you and that infuriatingly adorable grin. “No more games,” you say firmly, pressing a finger onto her chest. “If you don’t tell me right now, I’m walking out that door, and I won’t even stick around for the countdown.”

Her smile wavers, panic flashing across her face. “What? You have to stay for the countdown! It’s— It's important!”

"Why?” 

“Cause it's New Year’s tradition!”

You fold your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Tradition can take a back seat to my sanity. Spill it, Danvers, or I’m as good as gone.”

Kara’s gaze flickers to Lena, who is sitting at the bar, perfectly composed with a glass of whiskey in hand. Lena raises an eyebrow at Kara, the barest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Don’t look at me,” Lena says, swirling her drink. “It’s your secret. You're going to tell her later, anyway.”

Kara groans, dragging her hands down her face dramatically before glancing back at you. “Fine. Fine!” she relents, her voice muffled through her hands. Then she drops them, looking at you with a mix of sheepishness and determination. “But you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

You roll your eyes. “No promises.”

She hesitates, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Her eyes dart nervously around the room, as if she’s considering bolting. Finally, she steps closer, her voice dropping just enough to make your heart skip. “I needed to get drunk because…”

She glances at Lena one more time, and Lena’s smirk turns into a full-blown grin. “Just say it! You're killing us all with this secret, Kara.” Lena says, tipping her glass in a mock toast.

Kara takes a deep breath, clearly bracing herself. “Because I was trying to work up the courage to tell you something.”

Your arms drop to your sides, confusion knitting your brow. “That’s it? You needed liquid courage? Kara, I thought you were invincible.”

“I am invincible!” she insists, puffing her chest out for half a second before slumping again. “Except when it comes to this.”

Her gaze locks onto yours, and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of how close she’s standing.

“This what?” you ask, your voice softening as the rest of the room seems to fade into the background.

“This,” she says, her hands finding your waist again, but this time, her touch is different—steadier, more deliberate. “You.”

Your heart stumbles in your chest. “Me?”

“I like you,” Kara blurts, her voice trembling with vulnerability. “Not just as a friend—I mean, like like you. I’ve been trying to figure out how to say it, and I thought… Maybe tonight, with a little help, I’d finally find the courage.”

The music around you swells, signaling that the countdown is about to start. Ten seconds. The room erupts into a chorus of voices, counting down in unison, but all you can hear is Kara’s confession echoing in your ears.

Ten.

You blink at her, your brain scrambling to catch up. “Kara…”

“I get it if you don’t feel the same,” she says quickly, her words tumbling over each other. “I just— I'm just so in love with you.”

Nine.

Her hands drop from your waist, and for a second, you see the flash of panic in her eyes, like she thinks she’s ruined everything.

Eight.

You’re not entirely sure what happens next—it’s instinct, pure and overwhelming. You grab her by the collar of her shirt, pulling her down to meet your lips in a kiss that’s both clumsy and warm, dizzying ��� perfect in all its imperfections.

Seven.

Six.

Five

Four.

The room explodes into cheers, the countdown forgotten as people whistle and clap around you.

Three.

Kara pulls back, her face lit up like the New Year’s fireworks outside. “Wait, does this mean you're in love with me too?”

You laugh, resting your forehead against hers. “You’re ridiculous.”

Two.

“Is that a yes?” she teases, grinning so wide it feels like the entire room is brighter.

“Yes, Kara,” you say, your voice soft but certain. “It’s a yes.”

One.

The clock strikes midnight, and while everyone else celebrates the New Year, Kara kisses you again—soft, sweet, and full of promise.

"Happy New Year, baby."

“This is going to be the best year of my life!” 

“Of our lives.”

Behind you, someone—probably Alex—lets out a loud whoop, followed by a round of teasing catcalls. “About time!” Nia shouts, raising her glass in a toast.

You pull back, cheeks burning, but Kara doesn’t let you go far. Her arms loop around you, holding you close as she beams at the room, entirely unbothered by the attention. “Happy New Year, everyone!” she calls, her voice cutting through the noise like a ray of sunshine.

You laugh, burying your face in her shoulder. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stuck with me now.” she replies, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. 

“And for evermore.”

As the celebration carries on around you, you let yourself relax into her embrace. The night might have started in chaos, but it’s ending in a way you never expected—wrapped in Kara’s arms, her confession still echoing in your mind, and the promise of something wonderful ahead.

[manasseh]

learning how to draw! resources masterlists | Month 1 Part 2

Collections of videos, references, tips and takeaways and other helpful resources I've gathered on my drawing journey :)

To keep it concise, the list is curated down to include only things relevant to a months 'assignments', and only the resources that were the most helpful to me. My notes and takeaways will also be linked as seperate posts!

A) perspective basics Assignment (from Marc Brunet's 1 Year Plan): "Basics of Perspective (horizon line, vanishing line/point, simple volumes from different perspectives)"     

[ ⊱ my notes & takeaways (types/styles of perspective drawing and their purpose, different learning goals, random tips, etc)]     

     most helpful videos      ⊱ exercises from marc brunet's 30-day plan      ⊱ the perspective assignments from 'what I learned in concept art school / term 1' - Nia Tora      ⊱ 'understanding perspective' playlist by moderndayjames (honestly a one-stop! Goes into buildings, product design, more freehand work, MANY great takeaways)      ⊱ 'understanding perspective drawing like kimjunggi' - dr. draw (simpler, fast-paced)      ⊱ 'mastering freehand perspective' - conceptual ink academy (Nia Tora's school, great great channel for concept art!!)

boxes!!      ⊱ 'how to rotate a box in perspective' by dr. Draw      ⊱ 'divide a rectangle into perfect thirds' coils!!      ⊱ 'how to draw foreshortening with the coil technique'       ⊱ etherington brothers' perspective hoops post!      ⊱ @beidak-art's perspective hoop brush to help with that

There's much more to add, but this was most helpful for me starting out this month - I will add onto this as I learn more. I took 'basic' very lightly! I dove into anything and kept what was way over my head after trying for later haha. Mainly some of the concepts from the concept art school video, and some of moderndayjames' series go pretty deep.

coming up: "DIY Curriculum", or how to make yourself a plan | Month 1 Assignment Resources: a) figure drawing / b) perspective basics [this post] / c) studies of art you like | Lists of Warm-ups, Exercises, and ideas for Drawing studies | Tools Recommendations | Lists of youtube channels eg I love so far | Maybe more :)

[delirious-donna]

if you're still doing the character and kink game.......

kakashi and clothed sex >:)

Nia… why you do this to me? This was the first thing I read this morning and I’ve legit been thinking about it all day. Hope you’re happy (I bet you are)! <3

Kakashi - Clothed Sex

Yes, oh yes. Kakashi is for sure into this as a kink and a concept. It’s kinda exciting to have you stripped completely bare whilst he remains in his full attire.

Is it a slight control thing? Maybe. Is it because he loves to see you completely flustered beneath his hooded, lustful gaze? Absolutely.

Stretched out atop the cool sheets, your skin prickling from the heat of his touch, the warmth of where his tongue has been and you whimper about how unfair this feels. Why should you be the only one naked, and how the heck did he convince you out of all your clothes without getting even his shirt off? Kakashi only shakes his head with a chuckle, dipping down to capture your plush pouting lips in a playful kiss.

Goodness, he loves you like this. Vulnerable, aroused and entirely his. You shiver hearing the sound of his zipper, the metal teeth grating against each other and you’d swear you can feel the tension coiling in your stomach spike all the more. Carefully, he pulls his aching erection free, stroking it softly in his palm before swiping it through your glistening folds. Your eyes fall shut, convinced he’s about to fuck your brains out when all of a sudden, you’re shifted from your back to find yourself straddled over Kakashi’s body.

Your yelps of surprise only heighten his enjoyment, watching as your beautifully pert breasts tease him from above and how his mouth salivates for a taste. The silver-haired menace ruts against you, holding your hip and the base of his cock in his other hand, guiding himself into your cunt with a grunt. He really gets a kick out of you riding him whilst naked, an arm behind his head in the most laidback manner but you know it’s an act - the blush rising in his cheeks and tipping his ears a dead giveaway.

“That’s it, angel—fuck! I could watch you ride me all day… so perfect for me.”

[futuredaysbycan]

tagged by @yuritual thank you so much!!!!!

rules: pick a song for every letter of your URL and tag that many people (i will not my URL is too long)

F – future days...by can

U – unfinished sympathy by massive attack

T – tree house by kim gordon

U – until then by broadcast

R – red queen by coil

E – everything is sentimental by drab majesty

D – dont break my love by nicolás jaar

A – according to no plan by broadcast

Y – youre not real, girl by swans

S – surrender by suicide

B – broken ladder by lil ugly mane

Y – years by laurel halo

C – crystal by new order

A – aha mama by berlin manson

N – nightmares by nia archives

i tag: @hunklet @wantremover @combustibabe @prettyhatmachine @analog-sentimentalism @silenthillbitch if any of you are up to it!!

[valdederon]

FLAMES JOURNEY CHAPTER #23 nightmares and worries

the next morning valdederon wakes up seeing nova asleep under his tail shivering as he picks her up and lays her in his lap. untill she wakes up and grips his furr shaking.

valdederon-- whats wrong hun.

nova--couldnt sleep much last night i kept having nightmares..w..what if we get into a dungeon and i loose you i.

valdedering puts his paw on her muszzle and gently squeases instantly silencing the clearly sleep deprived and cranky riolu. and gently lifts her up into his arms carrying her to evergreens office to get some slep medicine.

valdederon--- evergreen do you have any decently strong sleep medicine. nova has been having some bad nightmares and somthing to help with that would be awsome if you can as well.

evergreen looks up from his paperwork and chuckles.

evergreen--- sure i can get some stuff for her.

nova-- why is your face all beat up.

valdederon sighs ears lowering as evergreen busts out laughing.

evergreen---- a certain feniken unleashed a powerful ember attack on me when he was brought here the scar is sizable now but my face was… black all over when it happend ..a newborn feniken that powerful he he verry rare isnt it val.

valdederon --- ha ha ha yea.. im still sorry about that. he he i wasnt in the best mood that day… or for a fair bit after that.

evergreen-- well from what ive heard over the years youve had it rough most of your life its no wonder you took awhile to settle down. . ahh here we are found some good herbs.. ill mix them up with some mint.

nova yawns heavily and shifts around in valdederons hold.

valdederon-- this world is amazing though..

evergreen nods and begins to mix the herbs together. adding in a few leavs of mind and adds a mineral based water seeing nia also needs some nourishment for her furr.

evergreen-- what have you all been up to.. her furr looks a mess.

valdederon--- mostly training and yesterday we took her on our first dungeon mission. i think she might be scared now.

nova whines and growls crankily wanting to rest.

valdederon--- oh hush you dont make me bop that snout of yours. youl get some rest soon evergreen is preparing your medicine

she whimpers at the thought of her nose getting boppes and burries her face in his furr.

evergree finished with the medicine--- ha ha ha ha now thats just mean. though she doesnt look to fussed about it..

valdederon takes the medicine and taps her shoulder handing her the cup .

valdederon--- yea she and i are verry much brother and sister now. she tests her limits evry now and then but overall knows to trust in me and i know that she can handle some situations alone.

nova drinks the medicinal concauction and slowly dozes off soon falling asleep with a soft purr when taiga the serperior guild master and valdederons father comes in.

taiga-- evrything ok . you left with out saying good morning bud.

valdederon--- yea im fine nova is having arough patch so i came to get her some medicine to help her sleep and calm her nerves.

taiga chcukles using his vines to rub her head as valdederon begins heading out of the infirmary. and back to his quarters laying nova down in the nest and sitting next to her letting his fluffy tail cover her like a soft comforting blanket. while kleo comes in with some fresh muffins.

kleo-- i heard your adventure last night was eventfull how did it go.

valdederon-- ha ha yea it was it went ok though im thinking were going to work on her mental resistance soon.. she didnt fight much but i think given that she was attacked and she saw goblins getting cut down i think shes freaking out inside but trying to hide it.

valdederon looks at his nest witch has a noticable wet patch and sighs.

valdederon--- shes definatly to mentaly stressed to do any other physical training or a dungeon run. ill be talking to raykore about doing some exercises to help her recover later.. but fornow i think its best i let her sleep.

kleo sighs and slithers over coiling around valdederon and nova comfortingly.

kleo-- youve grown so much since coming here.. but i think maybey dungeon diving isnt for you i .. your going to get distracted trying to protect and get hurt or .

valdederon-- i know your worried. but ill be fine i promise plus i wont be alone.. i have draggo nova.. and even raykore.

kleo smiles and kisses valdederons fore head and heads out. for the next 5 hours nova sleeps peacefuly untill she rolls over and sneases with a groan.

nova---my head hurts.

valdederon--- you wana go get some lunch.. im sure your hungry .

she nods and steps out from the nest only to grogily face plant onto the floor with a yelp and valdederon chuckles softly helping her back up.

nova---not a dam..word val…

valdederon--- no one will hear a sqeak of it lets head to the mess hall

the both head out to the feast thats in progress and draggo smiles having been waiting

draggo---were the hell have you guys been.ive been worried.

valdederon--- nova was abit sleepy still so i let her sleep in abit were here to eat no though .

for the next couple hours the whole team digs into the ongoing feast nova eating slower then she usualy does untill valdederon puts his paw gently on her shoulder making her smile rembering shes not alone anymore . eventualy after lunch they head to a smal camp site out behind the guild and raykore materealizes and can sense nova stress.

raykore-- whats wring with the pup.

valdederon--- shes under some serious stress the recent attack on her and her family and the what she saw in the dungeon. we need to start working on helping her mind and fortifying it.

raykore--- i see.. yes that is concerning we will begin working on that.. ive read up on riolu and lucario dynamics they train thier minds through meditation.. much like some wizards and mages did were were from.

valdederon--- yea thats a good point i never thought on that.

raykore-- well you didnt have to harden your mind ha ha ha you were already a arock hard mountain when we met.. though im glad to see youve become a.. some what cahotic but gental river stream.

draggo---……..some what chaotic… you are talking about the same delphox who anialated an army of imps in one second flat right.

raykore chuckles.

raykore--- believe me.. that isnt his worst kid and im happy to say i doubt wed see his worst any time soon.

{narator note} they all relax un aware on how incredibly wrong that statement is. as later on down the line un known forces will see the brutality that lay in his heart when his family is threatened .

< this is a hint of future events with out spoiling much an entire army will see him at his worst.. his most enraged state were even a god would scramble to run from his wrath >

valdederon sits down with raykore and nova as he decides to take part in her lessons on meditation. after awhile valdederon is fully entranced much to raykores amused surprise him having never cared about meditation training before but then focuses on trying to treach nova who is struggling to grasp how to meditiate eventualy getting her to slip into a trance and keeps an eye on her and valdederon.

draggo-- how will this help nova.

raykore taking a puff from her smoking pipe and blowing it into the trees.

raykore--- meditating is a good way to get the mind to calm and slowly wor through issues.. as to exactly how it works ha ha not even the greatest of sages could explain it.. i personaly believe that the trance like meditation stops the minds over thinking of situations. and begins to help it proccess recent events in a healthy maner.. how ever it works its prooven to help heal the mind body and soul. hell even some spirits still meditate. i am shocke dthat val is doing it though.. ha ha

draggo-- why is that.. did he not like meditating.

raykore--- i think it was mainly to do with how he was at the time.. hate.. rage.. anger..persuing revenge at evry turn.. at a subconcious level i think he knew back then if he meditated his plan would have ended before it even got off the ground.

draggo sighs seeming to understand.

[blbcabelts]

the raging inferno does not seem to abate in the slightest, hellfire burning bright behind the eyes of the man. flames are fanned by merely her partner's presence alone. god, how truly forsaken she'd become! and the most pathetic part of it all? she couldn't be bothered to care. not when it was this delicious, made her delirious, insane with a type of adoration rarely found in this particular mortal coil. heart races, adrenaline still pumping vehemently through her veins, alongside a storm of endorphins, making her feel nothing but the most profound love.

no ... such nomenclatures, particular phrasing, is dangerous! but, it's nothing short of truth. sure, there'd been times she wanted to strangle, annihilate the eradicator, but between those moments, were ones like this, ones which would threaten to bring her to her knees if she hadn't already been. wheels turn visibly behind coffee hues, wickedness rampant, almost enough to shroud them in dark cloud of smoke. it's an almost demonic sense of intent. experience was a brutal, cruel teacher; but, it made her a most valuable asset to the judgment day. liv morgan and her newly injured shoulder is prime example of this. as far as becky's concerned, the same fate could be dealt to nia as well.

attention flickers between rhea's countenance and their newly joined hands, finding herself completely enamored with her words. her hero? she could get used to this. digits interlace with the champion's, moving ever closer to her, if such were possible. an egotistical sliver of herself craved to hear more. and who wouldn't? much akin to rock and roll, the woman was where god and the devil shook hands, and oh how the redhead would worship at her altar! slow, deliberate nod. low hum, tongue darting out to moisten lips that suddenly went dry.

" yeah, " strained voice sings. a beat, blinking. " ... your hero. " the moment lips find flesh, she can't help but croon. she knows surely dark lipstick will leave a stain she'd no doubt wear proudly after this. and as soon as they're there, they're gone, leaving her with phantom impression on skin, and a yearning for more. how was this even possible? to experience these feelings in life is nothing short of a rarity. becky, all too keenly aware of this fact, cherishes it. gaze fixates for long moment, infatuation evident in the way she shifts forward, silently begging for more attention. lashes fan, blinking as lips pucker, press into hers for a brief flicker of time. " been wanting t' do that all day, "

becky was familiar with the wrath of nia's fist, having had her own face broken. no matter how much time passes, the wwe universe would never forget the day the man was born. but, that ought to have been put to bed long ago. some people just could never let go, nevermind the eradicator's own problems with her. it was becoming a particularly annoying thorn in the side of the judgment day.

it's so incredibly difficult to damper the anger she feels, but tending to rhea had taken president. the moment she's pulled in close, pale cheeks flood with red tint of blush. heat floods her entire form as lips purse inward. gaze shifts down to occupied hands as she readies gauze. she takes a few moments before looking back up into mami's eyes, reaching up to tend to the blood. at the remark, her mind began to swirl with ideas of exactly what she could do to make that happen.

" that can be arranged, " becky replied, focus flickering from nose to eyes, a sign of seriousness. anger turns into a smirk, tongue finding groove of cheek. " it's, uh, nice being your backup. we make a good team. "

[oreoambitions]

46 for agentreign please

Anon I'm sorry this took me a thousand years, but here you go. This gets wildly NSFW after the cut. Enjoy!

/// The first time it happens, Alex figures it's a fluke.

There are, after all, extenuating circumstances. She's not sure how many glasses of wine she's had because every time she turns around Sam has topped her off again, and maybe she should stop indulging but the wine is good and the company is better and this is the first day off off she's had for so long that it's hard not to let go a little. Kara's been keeping the showtunes coming all afternoon, a little louder than her old bluetooth speaker can really handle but it doesn't matter because Spotify is really just an excuse for Kara and Sam to sing at the top of their lungs. Alex is not participating, but she is appreciating. Appreciating because it's nice to see her sister laugh and smile like maybe things are getting better and maybe things are going to be okay. And also appreciating because, well, Sam. It's hard not to appreciate anything and everything Sam.

The activity of the afternoon is ostensibly the production of baked goods for a fundraiser related to Ruby's soccer team. Alex says 'ostensibly' because the reality is that it's been more than three hours and they haven't gotten the first batch of cookies into the oven yet. There's flour all over the floor, and she's pretty sure Kara got butter stuck to ceiling before Sam took the mixer away, but sometimes that's just the cost of a slightly raucous afternoon well spent, isn't it? And they'll have it all done in time anyway. In fact, Sam is just now finishing up the first batch of cookie dough in the confiscated kitchen aid when Alex, perhaps inebriated or perhaps just feeling emboldened by the domestic comfort of the whole affair, lunges for the beater.

This, it turns out, is either a mistake or the best decision she's ever made in her life. Her hand does contact the beater. She does come within a few seconds of pure raw cookie dough bliss. But Sam is faster, and in a flash Alex finds herself pinned between the counter and Sam's hips, one wrist wrapped up in Sam's fingers, the beater now soundly out of reach in Sam's other hand.

"Mine," Sam growls, but her eyes have dropped to Alex's mouth and for one disorienting moment Alex thinks she might be about to kiss her, thinks maybe the word 'mine' has nothing to do with the beater at all, that maybe they've crossed into some alternate dimension where there's a future for her and Sam that doesn't involve a lot of politely smiling and politely never mentioning one another's romantic entanglements or the absence thereof.

And the thing is, Alex thinks to herself, contemplating the heat of Sam's gaze and the fact that she literally cannot move beneath Sam's hips, this is... attractive. This is very attractive, in an immediate and throbbing sort of way that would be frankly embarrassing approximately half a glass of wine earlier in the afternoon. But that can't be right, because Alex doesn't like to be pushed around. Alex is the one who does the pushing. Isn't she? Sam's grip tightens around her wrist and Alex's lips part of their own accord and-

"Oh for heaven's sake," Kara says, snatching the beater out of Sam's hand. "It's mine, because you two are both being ridiculous." She rolls her eyes. "I hate being the only adult in the room."

It was a fluke. That's what Alex thinks to herself later that night when she wakes with a start from a just-dozing-off dream featuring the immovable nature of Sam's hips. They were drinking and it was a long afternoon and everyone was a little wound up and a little giddy and Alex has been single for a long time. That's it. That's all it was. That's all it has to be.

///

It's harder to write it off as a fluke the second time, but she manages.

James is in town and so it's game night. Not their monthly game night as scheduled, but an extra at-the-last-second game night, and Alex is on call. Which is fine. She can count on her fingers the number of times she's had to handle something in the middle of the night while on call for the DEO, and she's not particularly worried. But it's a problem because she can't be drinking, which means she's sober when Sam corners her in the kitchen.

It's been a long night. Not in a bad way. Just in the sense that things have been a little more risque than usual, what with Nia falling over herself trying to make it clear to Brainy that she'd like to sleep with him without actually making it clear, and Lena shooting those long smoldering looks at a characteristically oblivious Kara, and then there's Sam. Alex can't stop looking at Sam in that shirt where it sits a little too tight across the shoulders, can't stop tracing the line of that necklace to the place where it disappears just below her collar, can't stop following the meaningless movement of her fingers as she absently fiddles with a beer that wouldn't have an effect on her even if she drank the whole case. She wonders idly if it's for the aesthetic or if Sam just likes the taste of a craft IPA.

The trouble is that every time Alex catches herself looking at Sam, she also catches Sam looking at her. And so, upon dragging her eyes up once more from Sam's fingers to find Sam staring back at her, eyes dark and expression unreadable, Alex decides it's time for a drink after all. One beer won't hurt, even if the world decides to consider coming to an abrupt conclusion in the next hour or so and it turns out to be her responsibility. It's just that her mouth is suddenly dry, and the room is suddenly too loud, and she needs something to roll between her fingers the way Sam is rolling that IPA back and forth and back and forth and- Yeah. Just one beer will be fine.

She slips into the kitchen while Nia is yelling about how they should all do a TikTok together. It's quieter here, and a cool breeze through the window over the sink raises goosebumps across her arms. She pops the fridge open, pulls a beer at random, leans up against the counter. Maybe she doesn't want a drink after all. Maybe she just needs a minute.

"Aren't you on call, Ms. Danvers?"

Sam. Alex pouts. "What are you, the party police?"

Sam steps up close, takes the beer from Alex without so much as looking at it. "Aren't you the alien invader police?"

That's a dumb line and it doesn't remotely reflect Alex's actual job description, but she laughs anyway. "It's just one beer. Like 4%. I can handle it."

"I know," Sam murmurs.

Alex thinks she's forgotten how to breathe. Sam's eyes are on her mouth and those hips are pressing into her again and when Sam slips one arm around her waist and one hand into her hair a sound comes out of her that might have been a whimper. There's an inevitability to the way Sam leans in, to the way Alex's lips part as Sam tilts her head back with a firm tug. There's a moment of hesitation, a lingering, an opportunity to say no. Instead, Alex whispers, "Please."

Sam obliges. She kisses her slow, languid almost, holds her firm against the counter as she licks into her mouth and Alex is thinking that maybe she's going to come right here just letting Sam kiss her like this when Sam presses a thigh between her legs and she gasps, grinds down hard without meaning to.

Sam chuckles into her mouth, drags one hand around to her throat, traces feather light kisses along her jaw, tugs on her earlobe with her teeth. "Good girl," she whispers.

Alex isn't sure if it's the heat of Sam's breath, or the praise, or the way she's been casually immobilized, but she shudders, and Sam chuckles again, lips against her ear, and that only makes it worse.

"Fuck," Sam says. "If I had my strap with me I'd rail you right here."

Alex is pretty sure that would kill her. She's pretty sure just the thought of it is going to kill her. Just the pad of Sam's thumb dragging across her throat as she kisses her again, just the roll of those hips, that thigh pressing hard into her, that deep ache coiling tighter as Sam pulls back just far enough to meet her eyes and-

"Hey, Nia wants- Oh!" Lena stops short just inside the kitchen door. "I'll just." She plucks a bottle of wine from the counter. "Take this and tell her that you've uhm. That you're busy."

"We'll be right there," Sam says. She straightens Alex's shirt with a tug and a smirk. "Wouldn't want to miss the TikTok dance."

"Nope," Alex chokes out. "Wouldn't want to miss that."

It's a fluke. Alex takes a long shower when she gets home, and she takes care of the lingering ache that's now outlived not one but two TikTok dances, and she thinks about texting Sam. She falls asleep with her phone in her hand and if she has dreams about a tall, handsome, strong woman railing her against a kitchen counter, well. That happens sometimes. Could happen to anyone. Doesn't mean anything except that Alex has been single for probably too long . She downloads Hinge in the morning and considers explicitly mentioning in her bio that she's the one who wears the strap.

///

The Hinge profile lasts about three days. Alex scrolls through a ridiculous number of women, all of whom are... fine, before she comes to the conclusion that the problem is that none of them are Sam. She's sitting on this stupid app pedaling her stupid profile and all she wants is the woman whose attention prompted her to download a dating app in the first place. And she can't want Sam because it would never work. They're fundamentally incompatible. This bedroom ain't big enough for two tops. It's not going to happen.

But the words if I had my strap with me I'd rail you right here are as stuck in Alex's head as that Lady Gaga song Brainy won't stop playing over the speakers at the DEO. She can't stop thinking about it. Picturing it, even. Dreaming about it when her mind should be anywhere else, on anything else. And she'd just avoid Sam, just look the other way until her hormones sort themselves out, except that Sam is virtually impossible to avoid.

Kara doesn't make it any easier when she calls on Friday night to ask her about a movie night at Sam's apartment.

"Ruby's on a school trip, so it'll be just the four of us," Kara says over the phone. "I'll bring snacks, and we can order whatever you want for dinner. Please? Lena's never seen Star Wars; we have to do something."

Alex doesn't know how to say no. No, I won't come to what feels suspiciously like a double date movie night at Sam's apartment, because Sam's strap is at Sam's apartment, and I'm not sure that she isn't going to try to fuck me on the bathroom floor, and furthermore, I'm not sure that I don't want her to. Instead she says, "Any Star Wars? That's a crime. Which movie are we starting with?"

It's probably a safe bet anyway. Kara and Lena will be there the whole time; Alex and Sam will never be alone. All Alex has to do is make sure that she leaves when everyone else does and they can avoid the awkwardness altogether, and no that is definitely not anticipation she's feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she certainly does not spend an extra half an hour in bed on Saturday morning keeping herself busy with the thought of offering to stay and help clean up, of finding herself pinned against the refrigerator door while Sam takes her from behind. That absolutely does not happen because that would be ridiculous, undignified, untoplike behavior.

Alex is certainly feeling ridiculous, undignified, and untoplike standing outside Sam's door that evening, anxiously smoothing out her shirt with one hand, a case of that IPA from game night in the other. She's arrived a carefully calculated fifteen minutes late just to be absolutely sure Kara and Lena will get here first, but she didn't spot Kara's car outside, and so she isn't particularly surprised when Sam opens the door with a warm smile and welcomes her into an empty apartment.

"Kara and Lena?" she asks as Sam takes the proffered beer.

"Lena got held up at the office," Sam replies, already disappearing into the kitchen. "They're running late. An hour or so. Told them we'd wait. Do you prefer an IPA or a lager? I don't have any stouts in the fridge right now. Might be a decent sour in here somewhere."

Alex lingers in the entryway, that not-anticipation feeling thrumming through her veins. She could follow Sam to the kitchen. Kitchens do seem to be their Thing. But Sam returns with two lagers, her question unanswered, and nods her head towards the living room.

Well, now they're alone together after all and Alex is feeling awkward. She settles onto one end of the couch and tries not to read into it when Sam deposits the lagers on the coffee table and settles in next to her, legs folded under her, almost too close, instead of occupying the perfectly good cushion on the other end.

"Sam," Alex tries. They should talk about this. "We should talk about this."

"Hmm." A hint of a smirk flickers across soft lips before Sam schools her expression. "Talk about what, exactly?"

If Alex had bothered to rehearse this conversation in her mind, she still wouldn't have imagined it going this way. Her eyes drop to Sam's mouth and then she struggles to look elsewhere. The records on the shelf under the window. The blank television screen.

"I-" she starts, but the words don't want to come out. The lager on the coffee table. She doesn't reach for it. "I can't stop thinking about game night," she forces out, and then she looks back up at Sam to gauge her reaction.

Sam is smirking openly now, a hint of laughter in her eyes. She reaches out to tangle long fingers in the hair at Alex's nape, the same grip she used to pull her into a kiss just last week, and Alex's arousal is embarrassingly immediate. "Really?" Sam asks. "Game night, huh? You want to know what I can't stop thinking about?"

It's Alex's gaze that drops first, to Sam's mouth again, and this time she can't look away. "What?"

"Tonight," Sam replies, close enough that Alex's eyes flutter closed, close enough that she can almost feel Sam's answer on her lips. There's probably a coy response for this somewhere in the lesbian handbook but Alex is reaching and coming up empty. She presses a soft kiss to Sam's mouth instead and feels that anticipation - there's no denying now that it's anticipation - thrum again when Sam's tongue immediately presses into her, hot and demanding.

"What's so special about tonight," Alex mumbles as Sam kisses along her jaw to her neck.

"Mmm." Sam nips hard against Alex's pulse point, smiles into her skin when she gasps. "Well, that depends."

"On what?"

"Take your shirt off."

Alex hesitates. That isn't remotely the answer to her question, but now Sam is sucking on her neck and her capacity for rational thought is rapidly diminishing. She fumbles with the first shirt button, fingers trembling, and then the second. Three undone is enough for Sam to pull the offending garment over her head. The sports bra follows, and then Sam is tugging on Alex's hips to reposition her so that she's lying back on the couch, and Alex suddenly understands what everyone finds so attractive about kryptonians, because it's effortless the way Sam moves her. She has about a half second to be transfixed by the abs peeking out from under Sam's own blouse before Sam is kissing down her collarbone and over her breast, chuckling when Alex's hips jerk underneath her.

"You know," Sam says, "I was expecting more of a fight out of Alex But-I'm-A-Top Danvers."

Alex opens her mouth to let out a retort but Sam's tongue is working a circle around her nipple and rational thought is once again threatening to fail. "Is that what you want?" She manages, struggling to sit up. "You want a fight?"

"No." Sam pushes her back again, pins her arms over her head with one hand, brushes the fingers of the other across her ribs, frowns. "No, I like you better like this."

Alex flushes and has to remind herself not to squirm, not to look away as Sam studies her in silence, drops kisses across her shoulders, traces the lines of her hip and the inside of her thigh. And then Sam reaches under the couch for a box, the implications of which are momentarily as immobilizing as the hand still holding Alex's wrists down, because Sam planned for this, planned far enough in advance to stash supplies where they might be convenient.

Alex swallows hard when Sam's pants exit the scenario, and Sam's eyes flicker over her face as she opens the box.

"How do you feel about being strapped on the couch?" she asks.

It's such a blunt question that Alex flushes again. "Uhm. Okay?"

Sam stops with her harness halfway out. "Just okay? I'm gonna need a clear yes or-"

"Yes. God. Yes please," Alex says, flushing an even darker shade. She's going to let... this... happen, but she's not going to beg. Christ. Consent granted; please let's move on before things get awkward. Sam chuckles a little at her discomfort and presses a kiss to her brow.

"Okay. But if you want me to stop you just say the word."

Alex nods, not trusting herself to speak, eyeing Sam's fingers where they're tightening the harness. And then all at once she blurts out, "Kara and Lena could be here at any moment," which she hadn't realized might be a concern until it came out of her mouth but now she can't stop thinking about it, and how embarrassing that would be, and Kara can see through walls for heaven's sake, and-

Sam chuckles. "Baby," she says, sliding herself between Alex's legs, "You're not going to last long enough to be worried about that."

Sam is embarrassingly, excruciatingly not wrong. By the time the strap is working into her Alex is pretty sure she's wound tighter than she's ever been, and she'd crack some kind of joke about how it's clearly been too long since she's had anyone inside of her but this is really not the time. Sam is pressing inexorably deeper and it's all she can do to hold her breath because otherwise she's going to come altogether undone before they've even gotten started.

Sam gives her a moment when she's all inside, waits for Alex to exhale, waits for her nod before she starts to rock her hips, and the drag of the strap is so intense that Alex loses her breath and her self control in the same instant with a groan that only deepens Sam's smirk. Alex is kind of wishing Sam would give her back the use of her hands, but that's not in the cards. She squirms instead, hips bucking of their own accord, head thrown back hard against the cushion of the couch.

"Thought about this every night," Sam murmurs, and Alex thinks she'll say since game night but she says, "Since the day I met you," which is almost as mindblowing as the pleasure somehow, incredibly, continuing to build between Alex's hips. "Thought about how good you'd be under me."

Alex shivers at that and then comes, bucking hard into Sam to take as much of the strap as she can, half aware of Sam whispering something in her ear that might have been what a good girl you are if Alex had been cognizant enough to comprehend it. She comes back down to soft kisses across her face, and when Sam lets go of her wrists she wraps her arms around her and tries to remember how to breathe, how to pull all the pieces of herself back together, how to be a competent and capable, dignified and toplike partner.

Alex runs a hand absently through Sam's hair and hums. "Do you want me to return the favor?" she asks. She doesn't have a strap with her but, well, it's not like that was ever the best trick up her sleeve anyway. She opens her mouth to make a quip about how a good top is always prepared but Sam reaches out and casually tips an untouched lager onto her discarded shirt.

Alex splutters.

"Too late," Sam says brightly. "You'll have to ask me after dinner. Lena and Kara are here."

"Lena and Kara are what-"

And there's the knock at the door. The door not ten paces from where Alex is lying in a state of naked disarray on the couch where they are supposed to be watching Star Wars. There is a moment of absolute stillness before Alex begins to scramble for her clothes.

"Bedroom is the second door on the left," Sam says, sneaking in a last kiss while Alex reaches for the underpants peeking out from under the coffee table. "Clean shirts in closet. Do pick something nice; I've been dying to see you in my clothes."

Alex scurries down the hall in her socks quietly cursing and thanking every star in the sky. It's going to be a long night. If she's lucky.

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flashing tw

eyestrain tw

Smoking (cigarettes)

smoking tw

cigarette tw

Blood and injuries

blood tw

injuries tw

 Fire (immolation), explosions‎ and guns

fire tw

guns tw

explosion tw

immolation tw

Mentions and depictions of horror

horror tw

THINGS I COLLECT:

— posts i collect under: #🖤

I always track gifsets, art, edits of any kind. so as long as it isn’t reposted or stolen. also i don’t reblog whitewashed content.

— ANIME; ANIMATION

A.I.C.O. Incarnation

Arcane

Cartoon Network

Disney [until 2008’s]

Ed, Edd n' Eddy

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

Gravity Falls

Hanna-Barbera Productions

Kekkai Sensen [Blood Blockade Battlefront]

Love, Death & Robots

Nanatsu no Taizai

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Over the Garden Wall

Pixar

Sakura Card Captor

Sailor Moon Crystal

Studio Ghibli

Snoopy

Sword Art Online

The Looney Tunes show

The Jetsons

— SCI-FI MOVIES/SERIES (from 30’s to 90’s)

Star Trek

Star Wars

The X Files

— DOCUMENTARIES

— FANTASY MOVIES/SERIES

— HORROR MOVIES

— LITERATURE

— MUSIC

Bands

5 Seconds of Summer. ❤️

AC/DC

Allison

Artic Monkeys

Big Time Rush

Bring Me The Horizon

Coldplay

Delain

Elleine

Evanscence

Fit For Rivals

Foster the People

Fleetwood Mac

Gaias Pendulum

Green Day

Gorillaz

Lacuna Coil

Linkin Park

Mago de Oz

Maneskin

Metallica

MoonSun

My Chemical Romance ❤️

Pink Floyd

Rammstein

Semisonic

The Strokes

—Male artists

Ashton Irwin

Avicii

Calvin Harris

Cuco

David Guetta

D-Block

Harry Styles ❤️

Louis Tomlinson ❤️

Luke Hemmings

Niall Horan

—Female artists

Avril Lavigne

Blondie

Dorothy

Elyose

Halsey

Katy Perry

Lady Gaga

Lana Del Rey

Lindsey Stirling ❤️

Miley Cirus

Mon Laferte

Regina Spektor

Rosalía

— MUSICAL SERIES/MOVIES/THEATRE

Across the universe

A star was born

Bohemian Rhapsody

Grease

Julie and the Phantoms

Legally Blonde

Les Misérables

High School Musical

Phantom of the Opera

Romeo & Julliet

School of Rock

The Pianist

— OTHERS

Ballet

Crime/Mystery series

Absentia

Bright Minds

Castle

Scorpion

Fiction

Jewelry [rings in special]

Mystery

Opera

Outer Space

Percy Jackson

Photography [film photography in special]

— SITCOMS

Archer

Fleabag

Friends

Futurama

How I Meet Your Mother

Malcolm in the Middle

Rick & Morty

Silicon Valley

The Big Bang Theory

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Young Sheldon

— SUPERHEROS

DC

Marvel

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Reigncorp: After Kara tells Lena she’s is going to treat her like a villain, Lena decides to go to metropolis to see Sam

The last sight Kara expected to see at CatCo in the middle of the day is that of Sam Arias stalking towards her with an expression Kara hadn’t seen since Reign’s defeat. Her stomach dropped, and only her shock kept her feet rooted against the urge to run far, far away. 

“S-Sam--”

Sam lifted one hand, cutting Kara off with a single gesture. “We need to talk.”

Kara swallowed thickly. “O-kay… um, we can--”

“Privately.” 

If Kara’s belly could fall any further, it’d be on the ground floor. She nodded, and led Sam away from the bullpen and towards the elevator, waving aside Nia’s rise to intervene. Whatever Sam had come all the way from Metropolis for, Kara would handle it. 

The seventeenth floor used to house IT before they moved up to join HR on twenty, and it now sat largely empty. Kara sensed that whatever Sam had to say, they’d need the privacy. As soon as they’d reached an empty office and closed the door, Kara turned to face Sam. 

“Why are you here--”

“Care to explain why Lena crashed on my couch last night?” 

Kara froze. The guilt that had been pooling in her chest since her last conversation with Lena flared bright and hot, heating her cheeks in a deep flush. Concern followed close on its heels: she hadn’t known Lena had left the city. The discovery left her feeling off-kilter, like some stanchion of her world had been pulled out from under her. 

“Is she all right?” Kara asked. 

“You tell me, Kara,” Sam snapped back. Despite her anger, her voice remained almost gentle. “Because the reason she was on my couch instead of in the guest room is because that’s as far as she got before she drank herself to sleep.”

Kara remembered the last time Lena fell asleep on Sam’s couch: her reputation ruined, the world stacking up against her, all hope seemingly lost. Only this time, there was only one circumstance stacked up against Lena, and the fact that circumstance was Kara settled heavily on her shoulders, pressing suffocatingly against her chest. 

“What did you say to her?”

The accusation comes sharp and unyielding, almost making Kara flinch.

Kara licked her lips, eyebrows shrugging as she shook her head. “I didn’t--”

“Then what did Supergirl say?”

The air evaporated from the room in an instant. 

Kara knew the apprehension that coiled suddenly around her spine reflected in her features, from the set of her jaw to the steel in her eye, condemning herself as surely as popping the buttons on her blouse. She couldn’t bring herself to deny it, even as Sam lifted her hand to head her off.

“I’m not asking anything a close friend of both Lena and Supergirl wouldn’t know.”

“What makes you think it was Supergirl?”

“There’s only two people who could break Lena in the span of a day,” Sam explained, holding Kara’s gaze. “And I’m looking right at her.”

Her words were no slip of the tongue. Sam knew the truth.

“Lena didn’t tell me anything,” Sam followed up, softly.

Oddly, the thought hadn’t crossed Kara’s mind at all.

“Please, Kara… I just want to help my friend.”

With a deep breath, Kara squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I told her that if she continued to pursue whatever she’s been working on, we could no longer be friends.”

Sam lifted an eyebrow. “Your words. Exactly.”

“I told her I would do whatever I needed to do to stop her. Just like any other villain.”

The softness in Sam’s features disappeared. Again, Kara was faced with an echo of Reign’s rage, her utter and unrelenting judgement.

“How dare you.”

“You haven’t been here, Sam. You don’t know--”

“I know my friend,” Sam nearly snarled. Her jaw barely moved, it was clenched so tightly. 

“Things are different now,” Kara shot back. “Lena isn’t the same.”

“You don’t get to say that. No one in this city does.” Sam began to pace, then turned sharply back to point at Kara with a hand on her hip. “No, you know what? No. Whatever it is that’s happened between you, I refuse to believe that Lena deserves to hear those words from her best friend.”

Kara pressed her lips together. “And that’s your choice.”

“Lena risked everything to save me, to save the world from me, and when she did Supergirl was all too quick to judge her for keeping my secret. How dare you. Both of you.”

“This isn’t the same thing--”

“The hell it isn’t! Did it even occur to you that Lena might be trying to do good?! Did you even talk to her?”

“I tried!” Kara’s voice lifted to a shout. She paused, reining emotions back under control. Frustration mingled with helplessness, pulling tears of anger to her eyes. “I tried, so many times, Sam. She’s-- she won’t.”

“Can you blame her?”

“She’s working with Lex.” Kara swallowed thickly, meeting Sam’s gaze once more. “Did she tell you that?”

Surprise flickered across Sam’s features, confirming not only that Lena hadn’t told her, but also that while Sam may not have any memory of the previous reality, Lena and Lex’s relationship wasn’t one that lent itself to collaboration. But as soon as it appeared it vanished. 

“Well maybe she didn’t think she had anyone else to turn to.”

With that, Sam was done. She reclaimed her purse from the dusty desk and slung it over her shoulder on her way out the door. Kara let her go, only to chase after her when Sam jabbed the elevator call button. 

“Does Lena know you’re here?”

Sam barely glanced at her. “She’d kill me if she did.”

“When you see her, tell her…” Kara paused. “Tell her I--”

The words wouldn’t come. Even now, when no more damage could possibly be done, she had nothing to say.

Sam took pity on her as the elevator doors opened.

“Tell her yourself.”

[pluviacuratio-a]

{ ♪ } -- "I'm aware of the scheduled times. Considering I had no pressing matters at current, I thought it better to make use of my time than just sit idle."

Most of the league weren't used to a nicer lifestyle. Being raised in a fairly wealthy family meant that the luxuries of the Meta Liberation Army didn't draw her the same way. Then he made the comment about her Meta Ability and she felt something coil tight inside her, threatening to snap.

Scarlet gaze flitted up to him, focusing on what she could see of his face. Personally, she didn't quite understand what Nia saw in him. Perhaps she, herself, was just too hotheaded to find herself fond of someone who seemed to feel the need to control every single minute detail. Attempting to ignore the fury, she took a slow breath and spoke low and slow.

"I am aware of what my Meta is suitable for. I'm not content just sitting to the side until I'm necessary. I like to be useful. Not some little toy you put away until you want to play with me again. So, I need to improve. On everything."

     Something peculiar had moved into his line of sight as he paced the halls on surveillance patrol. A certain member of the League had made her way into the training area unaccompanied. And while it wasn’t by it’s nature against any rules, her rank gave her clearance to these areas, it had given rise to some of his suspicions. Fortunately, he was only a few moments away from that particular wing to check on it for himself.

     No reason, she says, yet he finds that hard to believe. His eyes narrow slightly down at her from behind his bangs as he closes the laptop that he had balanced on his arm. The puppet that walked with him made not a single sound, motionless in lack of order from it’s commander.

     “ Noted and appreciated, “ he remarked in reply to her offer. It was better than the rest of them that just wanted to sit around and eat sushi at his expense. “ However, we have designated times for combat training that would be more beneficial than throwing punches at a dummy, if that was your intent. But... your Meta doesn’t make you particularly suited for the front lines. “

[supercorpkid]

The Best Kind of Trouble - Final

Supergirl. Lena Luthor x Reader! Kara Danvers. Alex Danvers.

Word Count: 2745.

Part 1.

Note: Please get this fic out of my hands, I can't stop writing scenes for them to flirt, I love it way too much.

You’re addicted. You know it. Every smirk, every laugh, every look she gives you, every word she speaks—Lena has become your own personal brand of trouble. It’s not just her, though. It’s the situations she pulls you into, the way they leave you spinning, tangled in a mess of emotions you can’t untangle.

It’s the heat that coils low in your stomach whenever she gets too close, the way her voice wraps around you and sticks in your head long after she’s gone. It’s how your body betrays you, reacting to her in ways you can’t control, leaving you flushed, restless, and aching.

You crave it. The tension, the unpredictability, the way she leaves you feeling off-balance but so alive. It’s maddening. It’s intoxicating. It’s her.

And that's how you end up right… here.

“You know, I can just buy us milkshakes, right?” Lena says, raising an eyebrow as you show her the sign that reads: Free Milkshakes for Couples This Valentine’s Day! Her smile betrays her—she knows exactly what you’re hinting at.

“It’s not about buying the milkshakes!” You roll your eyes, exasperated. “Everyone else here is a couple. You could just hold my hand, walk over there with me, and we’d get a free milkshake.”

“I’d rather have a coffee.” 

“Why?” You ask, your frustration evident. She opens her mouth to explain, but you’re not done. “Why do you have to make everything so hard for me?”

Lena hesitates, clearly weighing whether to offer a clever retort or just give in. You’re quicker than her, though, and throw your best puppy eyes at her, your lips curling into a soft pout.

She sighs. “Y/N... I doubt we could just walk up and say we’re a couple and get the free drinks.”

“I promise it’ll work! Kara came here with Nia this morning, and it worked for them!”

“Is that why we’re here?” 

“Maybe. But that’s not the point.” You beam, more determined than ever. “Come on, Lena. Please? For me?”

Lena sighs, and that's how you know you got it. She grabs your hand and together, you stride confidently up to the barista.

“Hey!” you call out, a bit louder than intended, “We’re a couple! Can we get free milkshakes?”

The barista examines you both for a long moment, her eyes flicking between your faces. “Alright, let’s see you kiss.”

“Sorry, what?” You blink, caught completely off guard.

She shrugs nonchalantly. “We can’t just give them away without proof.”

You feel Lena’s smirk before you even look at her. That 'I told you so' look is written all over her face, and you hate that she’s right.

“Right... Yeah, she’s got a point.” You glance at Lena, forcing the word that feels foreign on your tongue. “What, babe? She does. We’re going to have to kiss.”

You try to keep the moment light, but when your eyes meet Lena’s, there's a playful glint in her gaze. Without thinking, you lean in and press a soft kiss to her cheek. But the barista doesn’t look convinced, arms folded and waiting for more.

Lena tilts her head, eyes flicking from the barista to you, her smirk growing. “Darling,” she says warmly, teasingly, “I think she meant this.”

Her lips press against yours, soft and slow, and you’re frozen for a moment, breath caught in your throat. Your body, however, knows what to do—leans into her, lips parting just slightly as if it’s been waiting for this. And Lena kisses you. Not like it's the first time, but as if she has your lips memorized by now. Hands holding your face as if she is scared you're going to move away. Lena kisses you. Tongue and heat and desperation, tasting like she’s been holding back for far too long. Her touch is deliberate, yet trembling—fingers curling into your skin, grounding you both in this moment. The world around you fades, leaving only the press of her body against yours, the rhythm of her breathing syncing with your own. You’re drowning in her, and you don’t want to come up for air.

But you should. You should pull away. It's been going on for too long, you're pretty sure the barista was already convinced like a minute ago. But you can’t. This is Lena. And you’ve wanted this for longer than you’d ever admit.

Oh boy, how did you go from sitting on her lap in a car, to a kiss in the middle of an ice-cream shop with a literal audience?

You’re still caught in the buzz of the kiss when she pulls back, you’re dazed, barely registering her amused smile as she says, “Well, that was fun.”

The words feel like a punch to the chest, playful but light in a way you can’t match. Your throat tightens, emotions swirling into a mess of longing and fear. Did it mean anything? Or was it just a game to her?

The milkshakes appear in front of you, breaking the moment, but you can’t seem to ground yourself. Lena takes your hand, keeping the ruse alive as she pulls you toward a table. “Let’s find a spot, my love.”

You stumble after her, your feet unsteady on solid ground. She glances over her shoulder with a soft chuckle. “You alright back there?”

“Totally fine,” you mutter, though your voice cracks, betraying you.

You both find a secluded corner, and you try to sit down without spilling your milkshake, but the whole time your thoughts keep circling back to that kiss—it was too natural, too perfect, to be just an act. To Lena’s lips. To how she kissed you like it was just another moment between you two. Like there was nothing weird or complicated about it, even though you’re sure there’s nothing normal about any of this.

“Darling?” Lena’s voice breaks through your haze, and you glance up at her. She’s smiling, head tilted, eyes filled with that same maddening warmth. “Did we go through all that just for you not to drink your milkshake?”

“Right. The shake.” You glance down at the milkshake, as if it could somehow ground you. You take a long sip, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest, but it’s enough to make Lena smile.

Wait. Did Kara and Nia have to kiss too? Or was this barista just messing with the two of you? An unease stirs in your chest. Why wouldn't Kara tell you about this extra step? Or maybe it was just this one barista with a weird obsession with making people kiss for free stuff? Your thoughts spiral out of control again, and you can’t help it.

You know Lena is watching you, reading your mess in the silence between your words. She always does. You feel your face flush, and you focus harder on your milkshake, hoping it will distract you from what's inside your head.

Lena leans in, closer than before, her voice soft but teasing. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? You look like you’re overthinking it.”

You stammer, trying to form an excuse, but she’s already smiling knowingly, her grin full of mischief and the heat in your cheeks comes back. Again. “Come on,” she murmurs, leaning closer. “It was just a kiss.” 

You swallow thickly. It's just a kiss. It's just her lips on your lips. It's just the culminating point of all the touches, lingering stares, flirting banter, and the quiet force that's been binding you closer since the start. It's just — wait —what does she mean by just a kiss?

The room starts to feel smaller, cramped, hot. The milkshake does nothing to make you cooler, very much the contrary. The fact that you have this milkshake right here with you is because you had to kiss her to get it. You kissed her. It happened. 

You blink at Lena who watches you carefully, almost as if she is noticing something is changing inside your internal monologue, even though you know it's impossible. She kissed you, and to you it meant everything. And to her it was just a kiss.

You leave your milkshake and Lena behind, escaping to the cool air of National City, looking around trying to find a hiding place, or just somewhere to make your mind stop reeling. But before you move again, Lena finds you—feet stuck in front of the ice-cream shop, mind running around itself.

“Y/N, what's wrong?” Her voice carries the weight of knowing something’s off. She’s watched you closely for months now, memorizing your expressions, the way your face flushes whenever she’s near. “Was that too much? I'm sorry.”

It’s the first time Lena has sounded like this—small, uncertain. She’s usually the cool one, always so composed. You swallow the lump in your throat and blink back the tears threatening to spill.

“Sorry, really. I—I thought you’d be okay with the kiss. I mean, we've been flirting hard for months now.” She’s admitting to everything and even though it’s true, hearing her say it is unexpected. “At least I was.”

She looks so different now. Vulnerable. Small. In a way that makes your chest ache.Wait, is Lena the one who’s overthinking now?

“We were! We are!” You step closer, the words coming out of you in a rush. You’re almost shaking now, the gravity of the moment pulling you forward. “But you said it was just a kiss, and God, Lena, that felt like so much more than just something.”

“I only said that to stop you from overthinking,” Lena says quickly, her voice steady now, though it’s laced with the rawness of truth. “I didn’t want you to spiral. But I thought you could see it. The way we’ve been together. The way I look at you, the way I touch you—it’s not just casual. It’s more. Don't you feel it too?”

Your heart skips a beat. Every word feels like it’s unlocking something inside you, something you’ve been afraid to face. Your hand moves without thought, reaching for hers. It’s like an instinct, like everything in you has been waiting for this moment.

You’re so close now, and the world outside doesn’t matter anymore. The air is heavy, thick with the weight of all that’s been building between you. Your fingers brush hers, and it feels like the final piece falling into place. “Of course I do. I've been feeling you ever since the first time I saw you.” 

Lena’s eyes soften. She steps closer too, until there’s nothing left between you but the rush of shared breath.

“I want this, us.” she says, her voice low but certain. “I want you. Not just the flirting, not just the tension. All of it and more.”

Your chest tightens, but this time, it’s not from fear. It’s from the sudden realization that everything you’ve felt, everything that’s been building inside you, is finally in the open.

“I want this too,” you admit, the words tumbling out like they’ve been waiting to escape. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

And then, without a second thought, your lips meet hers again. It’s not a hesitant kiss. It’s not a kiss of confusion. It’s the kiss of everything that’s been left unsaid between you two, the kiss of finally understanding each other completely. This kiss is the answer for all of your questions. The end to all the what-ifs and almosts and not enoughs you two had together. It ties all the banter, flirting, and the heat, into one perfect touch of lips and tongues.

When you pull away, breathless, flushed, and undeniably happy, a smile stretches across your face. For the first time, everything feels right. “I love how we always find ourselves in these weird situations.”

Her laughter is soft, her voice steady. “Oh, I’d take every single one of them over anything normal, any day.” She brushes her lips over yours, the kiss light but grounding. “I’d take us as we are, every time.”

When she pulls back, just barely, her forehead rests against yours, lips still close enough to brush against yours as she whispers your name, a soft plea that sends a shiver racing down your spine.

And in that moment, you know, without a doubt, that this is just the beginning. The beginning of new, weirdly romantic situations that you and Lena will get yourselves into—moments that will make you laugh, blush, and sweat. The beginning of the next years of longing and teasing, of bickering that somehow ends in a kiss, instead of you being left hot and bothered. It’s the beginning of something so right, so inevitable, that no one can fight it, even though you've been trying to.

It’s not until months later—after countless other weird situations that leave you blushing and even more in love—that the truth comes out.

You’re at a game's night at Kara’s apartment, sitting on the couch next to Lena, who’s laughing at something Alex just said. You’re trying very hard not to think about the fact that her thigh is on top of yours, her hand around your torso, even though there’s plenty of space on the couch.

It happens casually, like it’s no big deal. Alex throws it out mid-conversation, between teasing Kara about her card game skills and passing the chips to Nia.

“Well, it’s not like you made it easy on us,” Alex says, smirking at Lena and you.

You blink. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on,” Kara chimes in, grinning like she’s been holding in a secret for way too long. “All those little moments? We had to help you two along somehow.”

Lena sits up straighter, her brow furrowing. “Excuse me?”

“You know: the DEO projects, the whole ‘we’re out of seats’ fiasco, 'we're out of power', the couch debacle…” Kara counts the moments on her hands.

“I'm sorry, what!" Lena’s tone sharpens, her expression caught between disbelief and indignation.

“Oh, and the milkshake one!” Kara’s smile widens, her enthusiasm uncontainable.

“That was a good one! I can't believe you actually paid the barista to make them kiss.” Alex chimes in, looking so proud of her sister, like this is better than all the times she saved the world.

“You— You paid the barista?” You can’t believe what you're listening to right now.

“Hey! I thought you guys would only peck each other's lips, not fully make out in front of everyone for like two minutes.”

“You've watched us make out? Oh my God, Kara!”

“Trust me, I tried to look away, but I've been waiting for so long and you guys are my OTP!”

Alex leans back, arms crossed, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “I mean, you two were clearly into each other, but neither of you were doing anything about it. Except making it unbearable for us to be in the same room with you, with all the yearning and sexual tension. We just gave you guys a little nudge.”

Lena looks at you, her mouth slightly open in what might be disbelief—or maybe betrayal. “You knew about any of this?”

“I—no!” you stammer, feeling your face heat. “I had no idea!”

Kara beams at Lena. “You’re welcome, by the way. Pretty sure that elevator trick was genius.”

Lena glares at her. “You left us there for thirty minutes!”

“It wasn’t supposed to take that long!” Kara protests. “We didn’t account for the heat thing. That was… unfortunate.”

Unfortunate isn’t the word you’d use, considering how many times you’ve replayed that moment in your head since. Especially now that you know what face Lena makes when she is turned on, and you recognize that exact expression when she first looked at you without your jacket.

Alex shrugs, unapologetic. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it? Look at you two now completely in love, the nauseating type.”

You glance at Lena, who’s gone quiet, her gaze fixed on the table. For a moment, you wonder if she’s angry—or worse, indifferent. But then her lips twitch, and she lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh.

“Well,” she says, turning to you with a glimmer in her eye, “I suppose we should thank them. Eventually.”

You’re pretty sure you’ll never let Alex or Kara live this down. But as Lena’s fingers gently brush a strand of hair from your face and her lips press softly to the corner of your mouth—lingering, just long enough to steal your breath—you can’t say you’re mad about all the meddling.

[owl-with-a-pen]

Prompt where brainy gets very angry over something and nia just wraps her arms around his waist to give him a big hug from behind. That “it’s okay, I’m here” trope. Specific but I’m curious to see how you would write it x

- Okay so this gave me a cute idea that I decided to run with. Hope you enjoy!

Nia knew it was bad the second she saw Alex walking quickly in the opposite direction from the Tower’s lab.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” Alex warned as she passed Nia by, offering her a strained smile. “He’s in a mood.”

Nia winced.

Right. One of Brainy’s classic moods. The Super Friends had learnt to make themselves scarce when one presented itself. And, oh boy, did they present themselves.

Although Brainy had had a tendency to get moody before removing his inhibitors, this was way different. Anger was still so new to him in this sort of a capacity, and when he needed to focus on something – really focus - distractions were something he just couldn’t stand. Outside stimulus became too difficult to manage when he was in that kind of headspace. It was times like those that he valued his privacy, and would readily snap at whoever didn’t grant it to him.

Nia leant hesitantly in the archway to the lab, digging her shoulder into the brickwork as she watched Brainy worriedly from behind. He was tinkering with something on his workbench; his back and shoulders were rigid, and although she couldn’t see his face, Nia was certain she could hear a distinct crack from how tightly he was clenching his jaw.

It wasn’t good for him to hold everything in like this, but the alternative wasn’t exactly pretty. When Brainy had told her about the broken keyboard, the broken tablet and the very nearly broken TV, it had become clear to her that he’d needed a healthier outlet.

Kelly had spoken to them both about ways to support each other when it came to nightmares or outside stressors, but Brainy was more of a complicated case than Nia, simply because he’d never experienced these emotions before. He had no frame of reference for even half of what he was feeling, and that terrified him.

And so, as much as she wanted to respect Brainy’s unspoken wish, Nia knew she couldn’t let him stay holed up alone in his lab like this. It'd only encourage his emotions to grow even further out of check.

Her concerns were verified when Brainy jerked his hand suddenly, throwing the device he had been working on clean from the table, sending it to the floor with a jarring clang.

“Sprock,” he muttered tightly. He made no move to retrieve it. Instead, he gripped tightly to the workbench’s edge, leaning his full weight into it. He ducked his head, chest heaving with the effort of holding back this newfound rage.

Nia knew the signs well enough by now. He was seconds from bursting wide open, his most unruly emotions reaching an intensity he wouldn’t be able to filter out on his own.

Nia hated seeing him like this, but what hurt her the most was knowing just how helpless all of this made Brainy feel. He didn’t like what these emotions did to him, and most certainly didn’t want to act on his most violent impulses. It was why Kelly had offered her help in the first place, even suggesting some breathing exercises for when things got too volcanic for him to handle. Right now, though? Brainy was barely able to work those exercises through his lungs.

It wasn’t working. This tightly wound, it would be impossible for Brainy to come down organically. Nia’s heart clenched, the urge to do something for him so profound that she could barely stay put in the doorway. But what could she do? It wasn’t exactly like she could rip this anger out of him. She couldn’t control a person’s emotions, her powers didn’t work that way.

If only they could. If only she could offer him something…

Unless…

Nia frowned suddenly, glancing down towards her hands, the energy filters she wore as bracelets around her wrists.

Surely, it couldn’t hurt to try… right?

Nia pushed herself from the wall, heading carefully across the room. She managed her footing well enough that Brainy didn’t hear her over the laboured pants of his own breathing. By the time she was in reaching distance, she could see the tremors running through his arms, the pinched corners of his lips as he swallowed down the urge to unleash his most tempestuous emotions.

Nia didn’t think. Instead, she took that final step forward, sliding her arms around Brainy’s back, clasping her hands firmly together against his front.

It was a bold move, all things considered. After all, Brainy wasn’t always welcoming to anyone’s touch, not even her own.

Expectedly, Brainy stiffened the second he felt her arms around him, although he didn’t try to move out of her hold. “Nia-?” he managed weakly. “What’re you-?”

“Just breathe, okay?” Nia said softly, tucking her face into the private warmth of his shoulder. She could feel his pulse quivering against her cheek, sidling close enough that she was able to mould herself against the gentle curve of his spine. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

Her question was clearly enough to throw him off guard. Brainy glanced about himself restlessly before relenting, closing his eyes. “This rage,” he muttered. “It- it won’t stop. Every time I think I have a hold on myself, it comes bubbling back up.” He swallowed hard, baring his teeth. “I can’t stop it, Nia.”

“You got frustrated,” Nia said, holding her voice steady. “You just need to take a break. It’ll pass, I promise.”

Brainy choked out a strained laugh. “I- don’t know how it can. Not without…”

He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to; Nia knew exactly what he was implying. Previously, these attacks had only ended in one way: with him breaking a particularly complex piece of his own equipment, which only furthered his frustrations later on when he inevitably had to rebuild it from the ground up.

Lena had encouraged him to let his emotions out, and maybe at first that had been helpful – cathartic, even. But, Nia knew Brainy. When not directed at a bad guy, the act of violence only made him feel uneasy, reminding him none too gently of the cruelty his ancestral line was capable of. He may have only ever broken inanimate objects when releasing his pent-up rage, but it didn’t stop him from ending every outburst with a tearful comedown. It was usually only then that Brainy would normally let her in, which was why Nia knew exactly how exhausting this was for him.

Every episode was taxing on Brainy, both physically and emotionally, and yet they never got any easier for him to manage. He just couldn’t catch a break. No matter how hard he tried, his anger was always prickling just beneath his skin, ready to burst through at a moment’s notice.

This time, though?

“What if I helped?” Nia suggested, spreading her hands tactfully across his abdomen.

“What do you m-” but Brainy didn’t finish. Instead, he sucked in a sharp breath, arching his back instinctively as Nia closed her eyes, allowing her dream energy to wash across her palms, encouraging Brainy to absorb it in earnest.

Brainy sagged into the desk immediately, the metalwork denting like putty between his fingers. He groaned aloud, his voice distorted against the crackling static of his modulator. When she was certain it was working, Nia summoned more energy, not just to her hands, but to every part of her, willing it to swirl and crackle in the air around them, transferring to Brainy's body in a whirl of blue fog. Brainy laxed further into Nia’s touch as a result, lashes fluttering as he tried to hold himself steady against the workbench.

Nia smirked, running her hands tenderly across Brainy's ribs before slipping them both behind his back, working her fingers carefully into her boyfriend’s shoulders. Her energy looped around every digit like electric blue coils as she continued to massage it through his muscles. The tension inside of Brainy unravelled all at once, enough that his legs very nearly gave out, but not quite. After all, this wasn’t the knock-out potency of her energy that she’d been steadily perfecting against her enemies. Instead, this was something new, a far weaker version Nia hadn’t seen much use for in the field. If anything, it worked as her own brand of Nyquil, instilling a drowsiness that encouraged total relaxation of the host in question. It wasn’t exactly something that could do much on the offensive. But, for this? Nia couldn’t think of anything more perfect.

“How does this feel?” she asked after a long moment, pressing her thumb experimentally into the base of Brainy’s shoulder blade.

“Good,” Brainy murmured, a pleasant shudder rolling down his spine. His voice was still distorted by a mechanised echo, and he showed no signs of trying to correct it. “Really good.”

“Good.” Nia grinned, kissing his throat. She kept kneading circles across her boyfriend’s back, tracing her fingernails down both sides of his spine. When she reached just above Brainy’s tailbone, she bit her lip, slipping her hands quickly beneath his shirt, pressing them against his skin.

Brainy's body ran far warmer than Nia's, even with dream energy burning through her blood. Brainy inhaled sharply at the foreign sensation of Nia's cold fingers before his eyes rolled to a close. The sudden lack of tension in his jaw caused his lips to part, allowing his lungs to unlock. Already, Nia found the steady rise and fall of his chest much improved, allowing him to breathe unrestricted for the first time since this episode had started.

Nia tucked her face against Brainy’s neck, pressing another kiss just above the collar of his jacket. Even her lips were alive with static, potent enough to cause Brainy’s throat to spasm. If the droning hum of contentment issuing from his chest was anything to go by, she figured he was starting to really enjoy this.

She grinned, looping her arms back around his front. “Still angry?” she asked.

Brainy’s eyes were half lidded when he shook his head. “I—thank you.”

“Anytime,” Nia said.

Neither of them were willing to separate just yet, so Nia stayed exactly where she was, feeding gentle waves of energy against Brainy's back the whole while.

Kelly had told them that there was no overnight solution for this, warning that at times, it might feel like they were barely making any progress at all.

Today, though? Nia felt like she’d made enough to be proud of.

And hopefully, Brainy felt the same way, too.

[bloodypeachblog]

@fatgumsupremacy

YO WEED TRIO AND CO. BAND AU

Marcus would be bass

David would be guitar and lead vocalist

Corn would be keytar (keyboard-guitar hybrid)

Peach would be the second lead singer (like how Lacuna Coil do their songs, but reverse the genders)

Nia would be a backing vocalist and synthesizer.

Elysium would be drums

All have a hand in writing songs and Jeom is their manager. 

I like to think they do various genres depending on who wrote it. Like David is emo rock/metal, Marcus is classic heavy metal, Corn is EDM (rave music), Peach is Pop/Techno, Nia is classic rock, Elysium is nu metal. 

What do you think? What would you have them play or write? What would their band name be?

[sleeplessnovember]

Nia Revenge (Chapter 1)

“Natasha, how come I have to tell you constantly to clean your room? It’s like you hear me but don’t even care! Not only that you know Mommy and Daddy will be here in an hour. I get sick of cleaning after you”. I looked at my five-year-old sister as she began to cry out loud for our parents and I immediately felt horrible. I was only 12 and most of the responsibilities fell on me when our parents weren’t home. I let out a long sigh and put the broom against the wall. I hugged her tightly and gently said “I’m sorry sister.” Her big bright eyes looked at me and said, “Please don’t be mad at me Nia, I’m trying to help,” showing me her mix match socks.

“Ok sister”, I said, “Put them in the hamper please”, looking at her makes me melt inside she had one blue eye and one brown. The only one in my family to have it. Our mother said it was her birthmark. I had to agree. With her it looked beautiful on her golden-brown skin. Her black soft coils in two big pigtails bounced as she bent over to pick up her little socks on the ground. My mother and father were middle school sweethearts. They grew up next door to each other and their parents were good friends as well. My mother was a chocolate Amazonian queen to me. She had to be 5’9 or even 5’10, and when she wore heels, it was like she was a statue in an art museum. She was a full-figured woman with a beautiful smile, and she smelled like honey dew. We got our thick coils from her, and our big bright smile.

My father was shorter than my mother, 5’8, but his personality was 6’4. He was what people called a ‘jack of all trades’ working on cars, fixing on old run-down houses and flipping them with his best friend, Don. There was nothing Nathan couldn’t do and that was the problem. My father was the milk man baby, as the older people in my mother family would say, his hazel green eyes and model like features could make anyone fall into a trance. He was witty and had a way with words. My father in the public eye was charming, sweet even polite. I wish he had that kindness for his own flesh and blood. My mother had me on a cold November morning, she was 17 turning 18 in December and had plans on going to college in the fall of the following year. She loved science and math.

She was the smartest in her family, my grandmother would say. The dumbest shit she did was meet, Nathan. When she met my father, she became a different person. Once being an advocate of refraining from sex till marriage to an advocate of sneaking out the house getting fucked in cars and run-down hotels with my father. You might ask how a 12-year-old knows this information, but being dropped off at my grandmother’s house and hearing my aunts talk among themselves about how gullible my mother was for Nathan disgusted them.

“No offense Nia baby”, they’d say while putting their fingers to their mouths as a signal to not repeat what I heard. And I didn’t because I enjoyed going over there and playing with all my cousins when they would come over. The doorknob turned to the front door in living room. “Hurry up, I gotta pee”, my mother said outside the door. My father pushed open the door and my pregnant mother waddle through the threshold making her way to the bathroom. “Welcome home Momma and Daddy”, Natasha said with a cheerful and innocent voice. They had been gone for 5 hours so that might have been a thousand years to her. Natasha ran to my father wanting a hug or even a kiss on the forehead, but he just patted her head and said thank you in a monotone tired voice. He looked at me and said “Nia, did you clean up while we were gone”?

“Yes sir, I’m still cleaning me and Natasha”. His eyes and facial expression looked confused. Why and how are you still cleaning up? We left 5 hours ago the house should be clean. And Natasha is five why is she cleaning anything she can barely clean herself”. My mother opened the bathroom door and stood between us. She looked at my father like ‘you’re doing too much and check yourself’. She dare not to say it. She never wanted to emasculate my father in front of us, but her giving him a ‘don’t start no shit won’t be no shit glare’ shut him up. “Nia”, she said “thank you for trying to help. I’ll clean the rest love”. I sighed and hung my head down and said “Ok, momma”. She grabbed the broom that was still pressed on the wall and swept up the remaining crumbs that were on the ground. My father was furious.

He didn’t like how my mother covered for me and how she loved me. He looked at me and barked “Go in your room and go to sleep”. My mother looked at him and said “she didn’t eat yet. How is she going to go to bed without eating”? “Her ass don’t need to eat. You see how fat she’s getting? She can stand to not eat dinner tonight.” He sneered as he looked at me in disgust. I whimpered and cried as I walked to the room me and my little sister share. Shutting the door behind me and crawling into my bed to cry. Why did my father hate me? Was it because I wasn’t the boy he wanted? Is it my complexion? I wasn’t that fat, just chubby because of puberty, as momma would say. What was wrong with me? Nothing I did was right.