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[supercorpkid]

I Forget You Aren't Mine

Supergirl. Lena Luthor x Reader!, Kara Danvers x Reader!, Alex Danvers, Brainy, Lex Luthor.

Word Count: 4k

Notes: a lot more to come! Let me know if you want to be tagged on the next parts!

Lena’s eyes snapped open. Disorientation hit like a tidal wave, drowning her in confusion. The room around her was familiar, yet something was missing— something she couldn't quite place. She sat up, the movement sending a sharp pulse of pain through her skull. Then, a voice. One she knew too well. One that shouldn’t exist. 

“Hey there, sleepyhead.”

Lex.

Lena’s heart slammed against her ribs. “This can't be real.” Her voice was hoarse, she narrowed her eyes. “You were dead.”

“So you remember everything—”

“Of course I remember everything!” she cut in, fury igniting under her skin. “I remember I killed you!”

“Yes, that’s right. You killed me.” He said it too casually. “But that’s all in the past, because I’m back now. And I forgive you.”

"What are you talking about? What is happening?"

Lex exhaled, shaking his head like she was being dramatic. “Well, there was… sort of a crisis.” His voice turned almost conversational as he launched into an explanation—how he had toyed with the fabric of existence itself, rewritten the rules of the multiverse just to suit his whims. Lena barely heard the words. Her pulse pounded in her ears, thoughts racing too fast to catch.

“And it gets better,” Lex went on, eyes gleaming with amusement. “In this new world, we work side by side in LuthorCorp and the DEO to make the world a better place.”

Lena let out a slow, measured breath. "So I’m in hell."

Lex’s smile widened and there was something wicked there. Something that told her there was more to it. A lot more. “Where is Y/N?”

Something flickered in Lex’s gaze, something sharp and satisfied. “Oh, that indigent little thing you used to date?” His voice dripped with disdain. “Lena, you had to know I wouldn’t keep her in your life. She was bad for the brand. We’re billionaire philanthropists now, sis, and that dirty little thing you were so attached to just didn’t fit the image.”

Lena froze, breath stalling, as dread curled around her ribs, squeezing tight.

Her voice was low, dangerous. “What did you do?”

Lex waved a hand. “Don’t worry, I didn’t kill her.” A pause. “Thought about it. But then I realized I didn’t have to. I just had to… give her a different storyline.”

Lena surged to her feet. “Lex,” she ground out. “I’m going to ask you one more time—what. did. you. do?”

His smirk sharpened. “Oh, don’t worry, sis. You’ll see.”

He gestured to the TV.

Lena turned, every muscle in her body coiled tight. The TV went on, and the room around her faded—replaced by something warmer, something softer. A living room, bathed in golden light. The crackling of a fire, the soft murmur of laughter. Lena’s breath hitched.

You.

You were there, radiant, tucked into the scene like you had belonged there all along. But something was wrong. Your arm was linked with another. A figure Lena knew too well.

Kara.

Her stomach dropped. 

Kara, with a soft smile, a gentle touch, fingers brushing your wrist before trailing up your arm. She leaned in, kissed you—deeply, like it was instinct. Like you were hers to have.

And you… you melted into it. Your hands on her chest like they had found their home. Your eyes sparkled when you pulled away, breathless, flushed, happy.

Lena’s world fractured. 

“No.” It left her lips as a whisper, barely a sound at all.

The scene didn’t stop. It kept going. A montage of domestic intimacy: You and Kara in the kitchen, cooking and laughing together; Kara pulling you flushed against her, dancing in the dark to Lena's favorite song; A lazy morning on the couch with music and coffee, you reading, Kara painting;  Kara pulling you closer in bed. Hand exploring your stomach, disappearing between your legs— 

She almost threw up. 

“What did you do?” Lena rasped, eyes full of tears. 

Lex exhaled, a satisfied hum. “I gave her a better life,” he said simply. “A life without you. A life with… Kara.”

Lena’s knees nearly buckled. She forced herself to stand.

"You made her forget me." It wasn’t a question. Just a fact she hated having to admit.

Lex tutted, shaking his head. “Not entirely. I simply… shifted her memories. Her affections. In this reality, she’s always been Kara’s wife. They’ve been together for years. Happy. In love. And you, dear sister—” He grinned, all teeth. “You’re just her wife’s boss.”

Something inside Lena cracked open.

She swayed, caught herself on the edge of a chair, but her body felt foreign—her own limbs untrustworthy.

“Why?” It came out wrecked, barely audible. Filled with tears she was trying so hard to keep inside. Of course she knew Lex was evil. But this? This felt low even to his standards. To any, really. 

Lex crouched beside her, voice low, vicious. “Because,” he murmured, “you killed me, Lena. And now, I want to kill you too. By taking away what you love the most. I wanted you to understand what it feels like to lose everything. To have the one person you love most taken from you—not by death, but by something worse.” His smile widened. “Memory. Affection. The very fabric of their being.” He caught one of her tears in his finger, “I wanted to kill you with you alive to feel it.”

Lena clenched her jaw, swallowed back the vomit threatening to claw its way out.

"You’ll pay for this." Her voice was icy.

Lex just laughed, standing to his full height. “Oh, I’m sure I will.” He turned toward the door, throwing one last glance over his shoulder. “But in the meantime… enjoy your real memories while everyone else lives another life.”

She turned the TV off right away. The images made her dizzy, breathless, lonely.

The image of you—smiling, in love, with Kara—seared itself into her mind. A cruel, unrelenting brand. And she could do nothing but let the weight of it crush her.

Lena stood in the doorway of your shared apartment with your now-wife Kara, her heart pounding. Hours spent hunched over Lex's servers, deciphering the intricate web of manipulated memories and fabricated connections, had led her here. Now, on the threshold, her resolve faltered. What if you didn't care? The thought struck her like a blow. What if you were happy in this twisted reality? The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken dread. What if she couldn't convince you? What if you were lost to her forever?

Her hands trembled as she pressed the doorbell, fear—-a bitter taste in her mouth. The door opened, revealing Kara. 

"Ms. Luthor." Kara's smile was a practiced performance, quickly replaced by a confused glint. Lex's taunt echoed in Lena's head: You're just her wife's boss. "You're in my apartment."

Before Lena can answer, you appear behind Kara, expression polite but distant. "Ms. Luthor?" She barely hears anything after that. Because she remembers—remembers how her name used to taste on your tongue, how you used to say it like it was something sacred, something only yours to say. And now—now it’s a stranger’s name. A formality. A weapon. "Is there something we can help you with…" You look at your watch. The Super watch. “On a Saturday night?”

Lena's heart sinks, a lead weight in her chest. She was once your whole world, your confidante, your lover, the anchor in your storm. Now, she's no one to you anymore, a ghost in your new, fabricated life. The realization is a physical ache, a raw, gaping wound.

"I… I need to talk to you," Lena tries, even though her voice is strained, a desperate plea clinging to the air. "Both of you."

Kara, ever the picture of polite hospitality even in this strange new world, makes space, stepping aside to allow Lena to walk inside. 

Lena scans the apartment. A sickeningly perfect blend of Kara’s bright, optimistic energy and your own more subtle, lived-in warmth. It’s colorful and bright, large windows flooding the space with light—a picture of domestic bliss. Kind of messy too, but the comfortable chaos she remembers from when you were hers: scattered books, half-finished projects, sweaters discarded around the furniture, the details that made the house feel lived in and alive. A constant, agonizing reminder that Lex didn't change you. He just changed the one you love.

"So, what exactly is this about?" Kara’s voice brings her back to the task in hand, a sharp, jarring reminder of the horrible present. 

Lena’s gaze flickers to you, then back to Kara. You stand so close, like second nature, and then Kara’s hand moves—light, familiar, fingers pressing idly into the dimples at the base of your spine, almost as if it is an unconscious habit. One that Lena used to have, as well. One that she misses, like a phantom limb that throbs with a pain that won't subside.

"The truth," Lena says, her voice strained, a threadbare whisper. "About what Lex has done."

You tilt your head, a flicker of confusion in your eyes. "I don't understand," your voice indifferent as if she has nothing of importance to say, nothing that could possibly touch you. "You want to talk about your brother with us?"

"Well, yes. Because he's rewritten your memories," Lena says, her voice trembling slightly, the words barely audible, like fragile, dying things. "He's… he's changed everything. Everything you know and feel, it's all—"

“Wait, what?” Kara stops her. The flicker of concern quickly morphs into suspicion, a guarded defensiveness. "What are you talking about? Rewritten memories?"

"He's made you believe that—that you two have always been together," Lena says, swallowing the lump in her throat. "He's created a false reality, a world where you're… married. Where Supergirl works for him. For us, I suppose."

Kara's eyes widen further, and instinctively, her arm curls around your waist—a protective gesture that feels like a physical blow to Lena's heart. "That's… that's absurd," she stammers, her voice laced with untrust. "Y/N and I have been together for years."

"Years of a lie!" Lena counters, her voice rising, a desperate, ragged edge creeping in. Because she knows it wouldn't be easy, but she can't have this being so hard. She needs you to believe her. "He's manipulated your memories, your affections. He's made you believe you've always been together, that you're in love."

Lena pulls out the data pad, her hands shaking slightly, the cool metal a stark contrast to the burning in her eyes. "I have proof," Her voice steady despite the turmoil within her, a desperate attempt to cling to control. "I've seen the code, the technology he used. He's created a false narrative, a twisted version of reality. He created the world his way."

You scowl, a flicker of genuine anger in your eyes. "Ms. Luthor, I don't appreciate you coming to our house and saying these things," you say, each word a tiny shard of ice. "Kara and I are perfectly happy. If you're not happy with your life—"

"Happy?" Lena scoffs, a bitter, hollow laugh escaping her lips while she clenches her fist not to yell at the absurdity of your words. She's known happiness, had it before. She's simply trying to get it back. Trying to get you back. "This isn't happiness. It's a sham! A cruel, elaborate joke."

"Okay now…” Kara's voice rumbles through the apartment, a low growl that underscores her power. “This has gone too far.”

Lena's gaze shifts back to you, ignoring the angry superhero in front of her. "Please," she whispers, her voice catching—a fragile, broken sound. "Please remember us. Remember what we had."

You look at her, your eyes searching, but find no recognition, no spark of memory, only a cold, blank emptiness. "What we had? Have you lost your mind?" you say, your voice devoid of emotion, flat and chilling. "We never even talked for longer than a minute. You always made sure to treat me like nothing. Like a dirty little thing not worth your precious time. Remember?"

There it is. The exact words Lex used to describe you. Lena's jaw clenched. It's like hearing him from your mouth. And that—that is the cruelest thing he could possibly do. 

And then Kara is there, to reassure you, to claim you, to assert her possession, with her kisses and a whispered ‘it's okay, my love’ at the side of your head. A sickeningly intimate display that twists the knife deeper in Lena's heart.

“Ms. Luthor, with all due respect, I need you to leave,” Kara says, her voice firm, her attempt at politeness failing to mask her irritation. “I know you’re my boss, but this is my home and my family you're attempting to mess with. So I'll see you at the DEO on Monday.”

"Fine!” Not fine. Not fine at all. “You clearly don’t remember," she says, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes filled with unshed tears, but a flicker of defiant resolve. "But I won't give up. I'll find a way to make you remember me, us, the truth. I'll find a way to undo what he's done."

She turns and walks away, her footsteps heavy, each step a testament to the weight of her shattered heart. The door closes behind her, a cold, definitive barrier, leaving you and Kara in the warm, suffocating glow of your fabricated reality.

A heavy silence settles in the apartment, broken only by the soft crackle of the fireplace and the shadows it casts around you. You and Kara exchange a glance, a silent question of what is next passing between you.

"You're okay?" Kara asks, her voice laced with concern. You nod, her hand finding your face even in its trembling form, and her mouth pressing possessively against your temple. “I'm sorry she came here. I shouldn't have let her in.”

“It’s okay, baby. You couldn’t have known.” You raise your head to look at her, and Kara's finger eases the crinkle between your brows, seemingly forgetting her matching one. “I wonder why she's doing all of this. What does she gain with this?”

Kara shivers slightly. "Who knows? Coming in here, saying all of that about her own brother? The guy who is helping all of National City? There's something seriously wrong with her.” Her hands cup your face, her lips meeting yours for a quick peck. “You don't need to worry about it again, okay? I'll make sure Lena Luthor never comes anywhere near you again.”

You nod, but something lingers in your mind. Something about Lena's desperation, the raw pain in her eyes, felt… real. Almost familiar.

Next day, as you're tidying up the house, you notice a sleek, black data pad lying on the keys bowl next to the door. The one Lena had, the one she'd called proof.

Curiosity wins over hesitation as you pick it up. The screen is blank, but a faint hum of energy emanates from it. You hesitate, glancing back at Kara, currently humming a song while doing the dishes. A wave of uncertainty washes over you. Should you tell her?

Doubt and unease whisper for secrecy. You slip the pad into your pocket. You don't like hiding things from Kara, but her angry reaction to Lena is too fresh: her eyes like daggers, the crinkled brows, the tight line of her lips. Besides, you know she’d probably want to break the pad rather than investigate it.

You make a quick excuse to leave the apartment on a Sunday morning, the data pad tucked securely in your bag, a secret weight against your heart. You know you can't go to the DEO openly; Lex's influence permeates every corner of the city. You need a safe, hidden place where you can meet the only people you trust with this.

You send a text to your sister-in-law. The rendezvous point is an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, a place where shadows reign and secrets thrive. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and rust. Alex and Brainy are already there, their faces etched with concern.

"Y/N, shit! What the fuck was that text you sent? I thought you were dying!" Alex says, her concern palpable.

“Sorry. I needed you two to come straight away, without talking to anyone beforehand.” You pull out the data pad, your hands trembling slightly. Brainy's eyes light up with a spark of intellectual curiosity. He takes the device, his fingers flying across the interface.

“What the hell is that?”

“I don't know. Lena Luthor showed up at our apartment last night, she had that in her hands. Said it was proof.”

“Proof of what?” Alex starts, but before she can ask anything else, Brainy delivers the devastating truth.

"This is… remarkable," Brainy says, his voice hushed. "Lex Luthor has employed a highly sophisticated form of reality manipulation. It appears to be a combination of advanced technology and… neural programming."

"Neural programming?" you echo, your voice barely a whisper.

"He's rewritten memories, perceptions, feelings…" Brainy explains, his voice grave. "He's created a false reality. It seems like everything we're living is fictitious."

The words hang in the air, a chilling omen. None of this is real. Your world tilts, the foundations of your reality crumbling beneath your feet. Everything is fake. Your pulse slams in your ears, the weight of it all crashing down. Oh my God, Lena was right. She wasn't lying just to break you and Kara up. She—shit! She was honest. Her feelings were honest.

And then—a noise in the shadows.

Alex reacts instantly, gun drawn, finger on the trigger. Brainy stiffens, his attention snapping away from the pad. You step back, heartbeat hammering, instinctively seeking cover behind the only people who can protect you.

A shadow shifts just beyond the warehouse entrance—slow, deliberate. The air thickens, electric with anticipation. Footsteps approach, measured and unhurried, echoing against the cold concrete. You barely breathe, your body tense with fear. The realization that this could be over before it had even started.

Then a voice echoes through the room, “How’s the farmer’s market, babe?”

The tension shatters. Your shoulders slump, and you exhale a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Alex swears under her breath, lowering her gun with a sharp exhale, and Brainy returns to the data pad.

“Kara, God! You scared us.”

She doesn't even seem to acknowledge how terrified you all look, as she keeps talking, her voice laced with a wounded edge. “Were you going to tell me about the pad? About this secret meeting?"

"Kara, honey…” You begin, voice faltering. The explanation dying in your throat, because you have none. And by the way she's looking at you, your wife knows that perfectly well.

“Oh, don't tell me you forgot I have x-ray vision? I saw when Lena Luthor left the pad behind and when you found it.”

“Why didn't you tell me about it?”

“Are you serious?” Kara steps into the light, a mixture of hurt and suspicion in her gaze. "You think you have the right to ask me that?”

"Kara," Alex interjects, her voice firm, arms crossed over her chest. "You need to listen to us. Lex has manipulated reality. He's rewritten our memories. Our lives."

Kara's eyes narrow, her expression hardening. "That's impossible," she says, her voice cold. "It doesn't even make sense." 

“It's not impossible, Alex is right.” Brainy says, hands still tinkering with the pad. ��Seems like all of us have fabricated memories. But I can’t be completely sure about the extent of it. I think we might have to work with Lena Luthor to figure out the rest.” 

Kara flinches, her eyes flashing with anger. She looks into your eyes with such intensity that your knees nearly buckle. “You want to work with Lena Luthor after everything? After how she treated you for years?” 

“Kara, listen,” Alex says, her voice firm. “This isn’t about holding grudges. This is about uncovering the truth. And Lena is the only one who remembers the original reality. Plus, she has access to her brother's servers.” 

“Yeah, she is also the only one who benefits from this!” Kara retorts, her voice rising. “She’s trying to break us up, to take Y/N away from me! And you guys want to help her?” 

“Babe, please,” you plead, softening your voice. “Don’t you see? This isn’t about Lena. It’s not even about us. It's about the whole world. We need to know what’s real.”

Kara’s eyes search yours, a flicker of doubt battling with her ingrained beliefs. “But… What if this is real? What if she made up all that 'proof', huh? Have you geniuses considered that? That Lena is possibly just trying to destroy our lives?”

Brainy looks up from the data pad, “There's a very low chance she did that.”

“I don't care.” Kara crosses her arms, bites the inside of her mouth. “If there's a one percent chance, I'll say it's what she is doing.”

You breathe deep. There's no reasoning, you know this much. If you want to keep working on this, if you want to uncover the truth, this can't be your approach.

“Honey, why would she go through all this trouble for me?” You reach for her arm, stroking it gently so she can change her posture. And she does. She grabs your arms, pulling you closer with almost alarming strength. “Kara?”

“She wants what we have.” She whispers, voice low and laced with something hard. Cold hands snaking up your neck, making you shiver, “She wants you because she can't have you.”

Your heart beats fast in your chest. The sudden change in her demeanor throws you off guard. Kara never did this. She never had to. Jealousy is painted across her face, hardening her features and stiffening her posture. You don't like what you see. Her eyes are dark—too dark. She looks… foreign. Unfamiliar.

Alex and Brainy exchange a glance. You can tell they are just as worried about her new attitude.

But it seems that Brainy has even bigger concerns. “By looking at the data, there is a high probability that Lex has implemented failsafes. He would have anticipated attempts to undo his manipulations.”

“What kind of failsafes?” Alex asks, voice sharp, jaw tight.

“Potentially, any number of countermeasures,” Brainy says, his voice analytical but urgent. “Memory triggers, reality anchors, different memory alterations.”

“Oh great! Anything else?” Kara lets go of your arms, and you turn away from her, shoulders stiff, trying to hide your discomfort.

“It is a possibility. At this point, anything is possible. So we must proceed with caution.”

“So, what do we do?” Your voice wavers between fear and determination, mirroring the storm inside you. “How do we find Lena?”

"You're really not gonna let this go? After everything Brainy just said?" Kara asks, frustration threading through her words.

"I think you know I won't."

She exhales sharply. "Fine. Then we’re doing this together. I don’t want you alone with that woman, okay?" There’s no room for argument in her voice, and you both know it.

You take her hand, firm but careful. "Babe, you’re my wife. I love you. This isn’t about what Lena feels for me, okay? I promise. This is about stopping a villain, nothing more."

Kara gives you one of those easy smiles, the kind you’ve seen a thousand times—but this one doesn’t quite reach her eyes. And when she leans in for a kiss, you close your eyes and allow it to happen.

Yeah. Saving the world. As if that's the only thing at stake here.

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[am00ures]

　‘ CAMP COUNSELOR ’ Y. JUNGWON

ᵎᵎ pairing: yang jungwon x reader ♱ word count: 0.3k ♱ genre: fluff ♱ tags: camp counselor!reader, camp counselor!jungwon, coworkers to lovers,, head cannons, kissing (mentioned vv end), small amount of skin ship, late nights, summer romance ♱ synopsis: had a brainrot , enjoy jungwon hcs !” ♱ an: AAAA been thinking of him sm recently and the idea popped into my head due to my love for camp romance movies <3 ♱ @kstrucknet @lune-net

- camp counselor!jungwon who’s big happy smile just makes you automatically feel like this summers gonna be amazing

- camp counselor!jungwon who’s first priority is making sure the kids (and lowkey you) are always happy and enjoying the camp

- camp counselor!jungwon who knows every butterfly known to man and will tell you why he thinks your an alpine black swallowtail

- camp counselor!jungwon who for the LIFE of him can’t draw so he asks you to give him a few pointers in the mess hall after lights out

- camp counselor!jungwon who quietly knocks on your cabin door armed with a flash light and a basket full of snacks he snuck in to camp to have a late night snack-a-thon with you out on the lake

- camp counselor!jungwon who has his group of campers leave flowers for you in your usually spots around camp (bonus points cause its your fav flower)

- camp counselor!jungwon who never fails to pull out a guitar during the daily late night campfire activity to sing songs he’s wrote himself , even ones he secretly wrote for you as he glances every so often to catch your reactions

- camp counselor!jungwon who sneaks you out into the middle of the woods into a clearing where he’s set up a tent, mini campfire, along with a projector just to watch old movies like 16 wishes, the breakfast club, and grease until you both fall asleep tremendously close to one another

- camp counselor!jungwon who by nearing the end of the summer is determined to ask you out during the firework festival (hes a loser in love ladies and gents!)

- camp counselor!jungwon who takes you out onto the lake to watch the fireworks together as he holds your hand and leans in during a big, bright pink firework to steal your lips for a summer night’s ending kiss

- camp counselor!jungwon who by next summer is showing off to all his campers how he manages to lock in the cute counselor from the other cabin proudly 🫂

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[columboscreens]

[lemonyinks]

The idea of the newer legion members thinking that Lyle and Brainy hate each others guts when they are actually dating/married is hilarious to me actually.

[lollytea]

Delighted myself thinking about the witch kids again, specifically their various attempts to build a replacement portal during the Summer. I'm picturing lots of brainstorm sessions that stretch late into the night and when they get tired enough, they devolve into arguing over who gets the last piece of pizza or playing truth or dare or whatever.

Hunter is feeling really proud of himself for having helped Belos rebuild a portal before. He has experience! He can make himself super useful! And then Amity 'Woman in STEM' Blight is also aiming for the same thing. She's an inventor's daughter. Her Dad's main area of expertise is using magic to power technology. She has plenty of opinions on the mechanical side of things.

Hunter and Amity either click extremely well and are plotting away at a prototype immediately or they disagree on every trivial detail and cannot go five minutes without arguing about it. There's no real resentment here. They're both just used to doing everything themselves and struggle to work as a team.

I don't think the project would get off the ground without Luz. She keeps everybody from wasting time with dud ideas because she's already spent tons of time in the Boiling Isles attempting to build a portal home. She knows exactly what WONT work cuz she's already tried it. She's also got a knack for thinking outside of the box and knows that even though glyphs are rendered useless in this realm, they can still be utilized. If she draws just the right glyph combo and finds a bit of magic for the glyphs to soak up, she's pretty sure they can light this portal's engine up.

Vee reminds them that she's still got a supply of Hexes Holdem cards, which have been working pretty well for keeping her human form. Luz, who had forgotten those things existed, nearly hits the roof in excitement.

Vee doesn't contribute much to the whole construction process, but while she does supervise. She did a health and safety course while at Summer Camp and is diligently making sure nobody is getting their asses blown up.

Portal Building is not Willow's strong suit. She does not have Luz and Hunter's experience, Amity's engineering knowledge or Gus' enthusiasm for tinkering with human technology. So she does what she does best and offers support. She hypes her smart friends up. And when they start doubting that they're actually making any progress, Willow swoops in to encourage them that if ANYBODY can build a portal, her best friends can!! Once the team realizes that they're gonna need something super strong to hold the portal upright, Willow beams. Her vines!! Her vines are tough as hell!! She can do that!!

Gus falls behind a little at first. He might be a prodigy but his skills are quite dependent on the existence of actual magic, so he struggles a bit to find his purpose here. He's very eager to work with human technology but Luz knows more about them than he does. He's smart enough to offer ideas but Hunter and Amity always come up with them before he does because they're both annoyingly STEM brained and have gotten a bit competitive about it. Gus is given the task of gathering equipment for the portal with Vee and he tries not to pout about it. After they managed to track down a half busted TV at a lawn sale, Vee takes him to a petstore to cheer him up. Gus gloomily stares at the hamsters running in their little wheels. He idly thinks about an article he read in one of his human magazines. About how hamsters in wheels can create energy. Unfortunately, hamsters aren't magic.

Cut to 2 days later when the team realizes that the Hexes Holdem cards just aren't gonna cut it. They don't possess nearly enough magic to power up a portal. It's not gonna work. All the time they've spent on this, and it's not even gonna work. They need something else. Anything else.

Luz looks like she's gonna burst into tears. Amity is pacing back and forth. Hunter is like this close 🤏 to slamming his head against the wall in an effort to rattle a genius idea out of his brain. Willow is making a valiant effort to keep everybody from having a full blown meltdown.

Gus is staring intently at Flapjack who is pecking away at the floorboards again. Then he's like "Hey....hear me out....what if-?"

[jenn0wow]

Random but I think Tim Drake should be a track and field kinda person like he should be really good at running but most importantly jumping 😭

[cyclone-rachel]

winn and brainy should have been roommates in season 3 and I will die on this hill

[owl-with-a-pen]

Didn’t even consider the possibility that Nia might use her dreams to give her and Brainy an edge in the games. That’s really funny to me. I think Brainy would 100% be in on it too, and completely ready to be like “how DARE you, she is very tired and she can sleep if she wants to” the second anyone tries to call her on potentially going into a vision during games. And he does genuinely want her to get some rest if she needs it but y’know... if she just so happens to see the cards in Alex’s hand...

Yes, you see my vision! 😉 Querl "card counter" Dox would absolutely not be above supporting his girlfriend's wrongs. Especially if it means getting a guaranteed win. (Meanwhile Alex gets closer and closer to tearing her hair out with every passing game night)

[necer0s]

Just started my LoSH read, and I perhaps hurt more heart more than I should have by starting with the reboot that got them there in Zero Hour. There’s something deeply tragic about the fact that every Legion of Superheroes is born out of the temporal ashes of their predecessors. They all live with the blood of their other selves on their hands, rarely ever knowing about it or having any way to change it… or any way to change the fact that eventually, it’ll happen to them.

[brainypixel]

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[moonstruckme]

Oh my god congrats on 7k!!! So so SO deserved in every way imaginable

Could I request apple pie prompt #28: dark lipstick smeared on a cheek with Sirius???

Thank you lovely!!

modern au

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 731 words

It’s embarrassing, how much time you spend in front of the mirror before Sirius arrives. You fix and fiddle until you’re nearly unrecognizable to yourself, until your face is a word you’ve said too many times and it’s lost all meaning. You started out with more eyeshadow than you have on now, then you’d wiped that off and tried out a lip technique you’d seen in a tutorial online. You’ve used one makeup wipe already, front and back and all folded up to get to the clean corners, and you’re honestly still not sure if what you’ve ended up with is decent or if you just can’t look at it properly anymore. You hope your dress is enough to distract Sirius if it’s horrid. 

You’re seriously considering wiping it all off and starting over again when the doorbell rings. Your heels click on the floor as you hurry to answer it. 

Sirius looks surprised when you open the door, as if he hadn’t expected to find you on the other side. “Hi,” he says. 

You smile anxiously. “Hi.” 

He’s wearing a suit, which you’d been expecting but bowls you over nonetheless. Sirius manages to make it look both formal and relaxed, his dark hair tucked behind his ear on one side and his jacket unbuttoned suavely. 

Remus claims it isn’t a big deal, this banquet his university is having, but it is. It is for Remus, because he’s receiving an award, but also (privately, selfishly) for you, because this is the first thing you’ve gone to with Sirius as his date. You’ve been on dates, and you’ve already met his friends, which he says was the important thing, but part of you is savoring the privilege of this. That he’d asked you to Remus’ event as his date. 

“Hi,” Sirius says again. He blinks at you, slow and hard. 

Shit. 

“It’s too much, right?” You take a step back from the door, hand itching for a makeup wipe. “I can take it off quickly, we’ll still have time to make it. I’ll do something simpler.” 

“No,” he says, “don’t change it, it’s…it’s nice.” 

You cringe at the hesitation in his tone. You catch your reflection in the mirror by the door, panicked and overdone, as you turn back towards the bathroom. “I promise it won’t take long. I don’t know what I was thinking, the lips are way too much.” 

Sirius’ fingers wrap harshly around your wrist, stopping you. “Don’t you fucking touch the lips,” he says. 

His eyes catch yours in the mirror. You’re frozen. Once it’s clear you’re not reaching for the wipe anymore, Sirius loosens his grip, fingers skimming up to your shoulder and toying absently with the strap of your dress. He looks almost caught in a daze. 

“Fuck.” He expels a breath. “I wish I could kiss you without fucking them up.” Your lips part in surprise, and Sirius closes his eyes like he can’t look at it. He compromises by dropping his lips to your shoulder. He kisses the bare skin reverently. “You look stunning.” 

Your heart hiccups. “Really?” 

You realize the second after you’ve asked that it sounds like you’re fishing for compliments, but Sirius doesn’t seem to care either way. He meets your gaze in the mirror again. 

“Very,” he says. His brows bunch as if in distress. “You’re killing me, gorgeous. I can’t decide whether to go to Remus’ thing and show you off or keep you here to myself.” 

You laugh. It dislodges some of your nerves. “We’re definitely going to Remus’ thing,” you say to him. “He’s winning an award.” 

“He’ll win other awards, won’t he? He’s brainy.” 

“I also didn’t get dressed up like this to stay in.” 

“Much sounder reasoning,” Sirius admits. He sighs dramatically. “Okay, but do me a favor and give me a smacker so those pretentious shits know we’re together, yeah?” 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “A smacker?” 

“A kiss, doll.” 

“I know what you mean,” you laugh. “You want me to get lipstick on your face right before this posh dinner?” 

“If it looks half as good on me as it does on you, sweetheart,” he gives a winsome crack of a smile, “no one will have a bad thing to say about it.” 

You decide it’s not worth arguing with him. Your dark lipstick looks very pretty on his cheek all evening.

[natalievoncatte]

“What’s wrong with me, Alex?” Kara asked, swinging her feet in a childlike, nervous way as she sat on the exam table.

Kara watched her sister putter around the room. She’d activated the red lamps and taken blood samples, and the tubes were currently spinning away in centrifuges awaiting the various tests she would run. She’s listened to Kara’s lungs and checked her pulse and waved instruments about and taken her blood pressure.

Everything about her was well within Kryptonian norms. Her pulse was running around a hundred and ten at rest, which would be alarming for a human but was a tad slow for her, and her body temperature was at a perfect one-oh-one, again just right for the last daughter of Krypton. There was no issue with her processing of sunlight and no signs of radiation exposure, which had been her fear.

Specifically Kryptonite of the red variety.

Kara had been having intrusive thoughts. They’d started here and there months ago but she’d ignored them, writing them off as some odd byproduct of fatigue or stress.

“You can go for now, kiddo,” said Alex. “I’ll let you know when the results come in.”

Alex looked more bemused than anything- probably because Kara showed no signs of actual sickness and had been cagey and indirect about her symptoms. There was a reason for that.

It became unbearable for her yesterday when Lena dropped by her office. Lena had been dressed in Kara’s favorite work ensemble, a green sweater that bared deep cleavage, a pencil skirt, and sheer silk stockings. She’d had her hair up in a meticulous bun and wore a rich plum red lipstick and smoky eyes, looking more sexpot than CEO.

Kara had barely been able to keep a straight face and make conversation. The mere presence of the other woman in the room made her heart pound and created an unbearable tension in her belly and between her thighs. Her eyes kept falling back to the pale inviting column of her throat or the lush inner curves of her breasts. Kara couldn’t stop imagining a bead of sweat rolling down between them. She couldn’t stop thinking about pressing her tongue to the flesh there and catching it, tasting the pearly bead and following its slick trail up to Lena’s throat while her chest heaved against her.

That was a problem, because those were not normal Kara thoughts. Those were not normal Kryptonian thoughts. Kryptonians did not think about those things, especially with members of the same gender. It had come with that same aching feeling between her legs that Kara had been fighting since she arrived on Earth and was dealing with now, just thinking about thinking about Lena.

Worse, Lena would be there tonight at movie night. It was an all girl’s night so it would just be Alex and Nia watching movies with them; Brainy was busy and Kelly was out of town for an academic conference and they were really just keeping Alex company.

Kara’s mind was a train wreck. She couldn’t stop thinking about Casual Lena. When she dressed down in her big sweaters and leggings and let down her hair in soft waves, she was so tiny and cute and small and Kara just wanted to eat her all up and… feel her from the inside, listen to her cries of ecstasy as Kara got creative and *relieved that fucking pressure between her legs*.

Ack! Stop it!

She had to be sick, or infected with a transdimensional parasite, or under a magic spell, or microdosed with red Kryptonite because KRYPTONIANS DID NOT HAVE THESE THOUGHTS.

So, she went for a fly to clear her head.

She ended up going hypersonic and landing at the Fortress, where she picked up the fifty thousand ton key and let herself in. Thankfully, Clark wasn’t there, so she had the vast place to herself.

The Archive here had a simpler interface, she wouldn’t have to ask a holographic version of her mother why she wanted to know what Lena’s sweat tasted like and pin her down on the sofa in her office and do things to her.

“Greetings, Kara Zor-El. How may I assist you?”

Kara looked at the hovering holographic sphere and described her symptoms, holding nothing back. It hovered there all hovery for a moment.

“What you describe sounds similar in principle to afflictions that affected ancient Kryptonians, especially under a yellow sun. Our ancestors often embraced perverse and hedonistic lusts before embracing the perfection of logic and self-discipline. However, you cannot be experiencing these unnatural and incorrect attractions, as they had been bred out of our people by the breeding program. Attraction to members of the same sex and metamorphic reproductive capability have been deemed eradicated by the Science Guild.”

“Metamorphic capabilities?!”

“Some of the ancestors possessed the ability to adapt physically to their preferred partner with the aid of yellow solar wavelengths. This is no longer possible.”

Kara chewed her lip.

The words rang in her skull. Unnatural. Illogical. It made her sound like some… like some abomination, a monster from ancient times. A tightness formed in her chest tears welled in her eyes. Was she like this? Was she broken? An aberration? Some crude vile thing with the instincts and lusts of a Daxamite? Was she broken?

She left the Fortress in a tearful rush and again she flew, too fast. Her phone started going off in the hidden pocket on the flank of her suit and she lighted on a building in Seattle to answer.

“Kara, where the hell are you?” said Alex. “Lena showed up at your place and you weren’t there and we’ve both been panic calling you.”

“I’m sorry, I was at the Fortress, trying to figure out what’s wrong with me.”

Her voice was high and pained.

Alex’s reply was soft. “Come home, Kara. We need to talk.”

Kara nodded to no one. “I’m on my way.”

She made the trip back a bit slower, honing in on Alex’s heartbeat to find her at the DEO, still in the lab. When she walked in, Alex gestured to the exam table and Kara sat down.

“What is it?” Kara almost pleaded. “Alex, tell me what’s wrong.”

“Kara, listen to me,” said Alex, taking both of Kara’s hands. “Look at me, okay.”

Kara looked at her.

“There is nothing wrong with you. I shared the results of the test with Eliza and we went over it in detail. You’re completely fine.”

“I can’t be,” Kara protested. “There has to be a reason why I’m having these thoughts, Alex!”

Pulling her hands free, she jolted to her feet and began to pace.

“There has to be. I have to be sick or messed up somehow. Kryptonians don’t have feelings like this!”

Alex closed her eyes and sighed.

“Kara, listen to me, okay? You’re not sick. You’re not broken. Your best friend is a stunningly beautiful woman and adore each other. There’s nothing wrong with having a crush on her.”

“It’s not a crush!” Kara almost shouted. “It’s more than that and it’s scaring me. What if I can’t control myself? What if I hurt her? What if she sees me looking and she thinks I’m a monster that wants to prey on her?”

Alex’s expression softened. She took a few steps, arrested Kara’s pacing, and pulled her into a bear hug.

“I know how it feels, Kara. I promise you you’re not a predator and there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Kryptonians can’t be gay.”

“Says who?”

“Everybody! The computer! The rules! I don’t know,” The last words came as a broken whimper, and Kara sagged against her sister.

“What about this, Kara. You’re Supergirl. You can do anything.”

Kara pulled back in a daze, staring at nothing. Since she came to Earth, she’d embraced it with her whole self. As loath as she was to admit it, she loved it here. This world was so free, full of wonders and majesty for all its problems. Kara had never once questioned her love for her sister. If Alex could be gay, why not Kara? There was no science council here, no one to ordain who she must marry and breed with.

Why not?

She felt dizzy, and strangely relaxed, as if she’d just heaved a massive weight off her shoulders.

Alex offered her a tissue and she dried her tears.

“Go get the girl,” said Alex. “I’ll call Nia and tell her you need some alone time.”

Kara nodded, and felt half in a daze as she left the infirmary. She stepped out onto the balcony and texted Lena, can I come over?

Lena replied immediately, Yes.

Kara’s heart hammered her ribs as she landed on the balcony. Lena rushed to the door and threw it open, ushering her inside. Kara stepped into the living room of the penthouse and stumbled to a stop.

Lena was dressed down and so soft, from the mop of her wavy hair pulled into a low ponytail to her cashmere sweater down the length of her toned legs to her bare feet.

“What’s wrong?”

As Lena asked, she darted forward, offering a hug. Kara gingerly let herself be pulled into the embrace, hesitant at first. Lena dove into her, throwing herself into the hug as if she wanted to climb inside Kara. Kara wrapped her in her arms and drew her cape around them both. She couldn’t stop thinking about Lena’s feet being cold, about wanting to make her warm.

Before she answered, Kara buried her face in Lena’s hair and breathed deep. Lena’s scent hit her like a train. It was like swallowing a mouthful of alien rum, filling her chest with a spreading warmth and making her head swim.

“I’ve been trying to work some things out, and I was scared, so I ran off to the Fortress. I’m sorry.”

Lena pulled back gently and looked up at her. They were so close. Lena’s big, pretty blue-green eyes were full of worry but dark, her pupils blown.

“What’s bothering you? I’ll throw money at it until it goes away.”

Kara swallowed, hard. “I don’t want it to go away.”

Lena arched a brow. “Oh?”

Kara licked her lips and as she did, Lena’s eyes darted and followed the motion of her tongue. Kara was suddenly away of Lena’s hands resting just above her hips now, the way that her hugs and touches always seemed to trend lower, the casual way that Lena leaned into her as she looked up.

She bit her lip and Kara almost died.

“I think I like girls,” Kara blurted out.

“You certainly like my girls, Kara Danvers. You can’t stop looking.”

“You noticed?” Kara squeaked.

“Kara, darling, you’ve been staring at them for thirty seconds just now.”

Kara’s gaze snapped up.

“I’m sorry, I, oh Rao oh God, Lena.”

Lena curled her fingers around Kara’s chin and tilted her head back down.

“Did you really think I didn’t notice? The day we met you paid more attention to my boobs than my business card.”

“You gave me a business card?”

“See what I mean?”

Kara swallowed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Lena’s thumb grazed her jaw and Kara thought her heart might go off like a bomb in her chest. She shuddered and her toes curled in her boots.

“I’ve been teasing you for years,” she said, “I’d almost given up hope. I wouldn’t be the first disaster bisexual to nurse a futile crush on her best friend.”

Kara swallowed hard. “So should we like go on a date?”

Lena’s fingers traced down her neck, then along the ridge of her collarbone.

“I was thinking more Netflix and chill. I know and trust you, Kara. You’ve saved my life more times than I can count, I’m ready now if you are.”

“Ready?” Kara squeaked.

“So are you, I think,” said Lena.

She rolled her hips and Kara immediately realized what she meant and what the Archive meant by her body adapting.

“Ohshit,” Kara chirped. “Oh God Lena I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing, I didn’t mean to-“

Lena lunged and suddenly they were kissing. Lena’s lips were so soft and she was intoxicating. Kara pulled her into an embrace, almost lifted her off the floor as she kissed her back. Lena threw one leg up and hooked it wound her hip, and Kara instinctively scooped her up and felt a jolt through her body as Lena then wrapped both legs around her waist.

“Fuck, you’re strong,” Lena panted. “Oh God, Kara. Bedroom. Now. Please.”

“You want…”

“Yes! What are you fucking waiting for?”

Later, hours later, Kara lay in Lena’s bed, while Lena slept blissfully next to her, head resting on Kara’s shoulder, smiling contentedly. She looked over at her and tucked the sheets and blankets up close around her chin and smoothed stray strands of hair back from her eyes. Lena made a small sound, and curled around Kara’s side.

Kryptonians, it turned out, could be very good at being gay.

[mrsjellymunson]

The Biology Tutor

📕 Lesson 1: Female Anatomy

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Continue studying: Lesson 2: Male Anatomy | Extra Credits 01: Communication Skills | Extra Credits 02: French | Independent Study 01: Art | Independent Study 02: Creative Writing | Lesson 3: Human Reproduction

Pairing: Virgin!Eddie Munson x fem!tutor!reader

Summary: Eddie’s failing class, so you decide to offer two different styles of biology tuition, textbook-based and *ahem* practical.

W/C: something around 4k (I didn’t do a word count after editing, sorry)

CW: 🔞 18+ MDNI!, NSFW, PWP, smut with a story. Exhibitionism (f), mutual masturbation (m+f), swearing, innuendo, pet names, slight sub/dom dynamic, subtle size kink? Both Reader & Eddie are overage. No y/n. Reader’s appearance is not described, it can be whatever you like.

A/N: A cute little bit of biology lesson-based smut. I’m a sucker for virgin!Eddie and wanted to see if I could write him. Let me know how I did! 😄

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You’ve had a crush on the guy in your Biology class since the beginning of the year when you first saw him ranting on a table in the cafeteria. There’s something about him that’s so different from the guys you’d usually go for. You run in completely different social circles, you with the academically-gifted ‘Brainy Bunch’ (an eye-rollingly terrible moniker coined by the we-think-we’re-so-clever jocks), and him with his nerdy friends. Despite this you find him unusual and intriguing, not to mention hot as all hell. You guess the ‘freak metalhead’ look doesn’t work for everyone, but his long hair and rebellious dark ink are certainly doing it for you. You really want to discover what’s underneath those layers of denim, leather and torn shirts, your imagination only able to go so far as you ponder his form late at night in your bed.

However, girls talk, and you’ve never heard of him being with any of them, or even speaking to all that many. For all his bravado and apparent confidence, you’re reasonably certain that Eddie Munson is still a virgin.

And for some reason this draws you to him even more.

You’re pretty sure you’ve caught Eddie checking out your ass as it’s perched on a high stool while he sits behind you in the biology lab. On days when you’re in this class you’ve started to wear your tightest jeans, and your shortest skirts (though if anyone asked you’d insist it was a coincidence).

Somehow you’ve become inexplicably clumsy (but only in this class, how odd…), often dropping your pencil and having to bend over to pick it up, occasionally chewing on the end in contemplation when you know he’s watching, much to the chagrin of your teacher.

“Never put anything in your mouth in the lab, you should all know better by now.”

You smirk at the innuendo in Eddie’s direction and he quickly looks away, ears exposed by his lab-regulation tied-back hair a little pink at the tips.

You also often ‘forget’ or ‘lose’ equipment, asking him if he’s got a spare, or could he please get you a replacement from the cupboards, which he’s always more than willing to do (giving you ample opportunities to observe his denim-clad ass as he does so).

“Damn, I seem to be one test tube short. Eddie, would you be a doll and get me one from the cupboard?”, crossing your legs and subtly ensuring the hem of your skirt rides up just a little more.

Eddie looks you up and down (result!) and agrees.

“Thanks, you really are my knight in shiny, um, leather?” You wince slightly at your clumsy comment, but he takes it in his stride, continuing the bit by replying,

“Here you go, your majesty”, bowing theatrically and presenting the glassware to you atop his forearm, making you grin.

In another lesson: “Shit, I tore my filter. Eddie, do you have a spare?”

“Anything for the Princess of Biology.”

He gives you a little smirk, and you feel your cheeks heat slightly. You can’t help gazing at his strong, ring-clad hands as he hands you the little circle of absorbent paper.

It becomes somewhat of a game, you playing the Princess and he the rescuing knight.

But for all your teasing you genuinely do actually want to help him pass the class. You don’t want him to have to repeat the year - you’ve seen him play at The Hideout and you know he’s meant for greater things.

It’s just biology, it can’t be any harder than what little you’ve picked up about that complicated game he plays, which seems to be all numbers, convoluted plots and organising “campaigns”, whatever they are. You’re sure he could pass if he’d just apply himself.

Or, perhaps, he just needs the right tutor…?

You’d broached it with your science teacher, offering to help ‘any students who were behind’ for extra credits. After he’d agreed you’d approached Eddie that same day, offering to come to his home and help him with his overdue assignments.

He was confused and skeptical at first, thinking this could all be some elaborate prank, but you were gentle and persuasive, and he’d agreed to pick you up later that day.

You’re sitting on his worn-out sofa, draped with a well loved but soft blanket. You’ve spent the last hour trying to get Eddie to understand cellular respiration (“Isn’t it just, like, breathing in and out?” “No, Eddie, this is cell biochemistry, it’s a bit more complicated than that”), but nothing you attempt seems to be working.

He’s despondent, won’t look at you, and seems resigned to his fate of never passing this particular subject, interjecting with statements like,

“Look, it’s just not going in.”

“I don’t know how to make it stick.”

“I don’t think I’ll get it, Princess, even if you beat it into me.”

The innuendo (accidental or not) is driving you crazy. As is Eddie’s lack of self belief.

You’d even tried explaining it by using D&D analogies.

“Think of the chemical reactions like individual characters interacting in groups. Like, if this particular troupe disband and some make allegiances with another, the group has different skills and attributes now, right?” But after a promising start even that doesn’t seem to hold his attention.

In fact, the more animated you get and closer you sit, the more distracted and fidgety he becomes, unwilling to engage fully with you and shifting uncomfortably.

You move further towards him on the sofa, determined to give it one last shot, and force him to make eye contact with you.

Their colour and depth surprises you as you look into them properly for the first time, noticing their rich, swirling chocolate and whiskey hues.

Your eyes briefly drop to his lips, the soft pink, plump, velvety pillows looking mightily enticing. God, they’re perfect.

Goosebumps rise on your arm as you feel his surprisingly soft curls tickle your shoulder.

Okay, you knew he was cute, but up close? Fucking hell…

You lean across your notes and over to the text book that’s on his other side. Your thighs are touching, and as you twist the side of your breast makes contact with his arm. If he looked slightly down and towards you he’d be able to see right down the neck of your tank top. You kind of hope he does.

Huffing, you prod at the book with your hand, hoping that the diagram on the page might make everything clearer. The movement makes your boobs jiggle a little.

You hadn’t noticed he’d stopped breathing and he suddenly lets out a huff of breath, covering it with a badly faked cough. His cheeks have flushed a light shade of pink.

So, you definitely weren’t imagining all that stuff in class.

Fuck it. You consider this might be the only opportunity you might get to do this, so decide to grab it. After all, academic tutelage was only part of your motivation to get him alone, and something you’ve been thinking about for a long time, one of the fantasies that keeps you up at night, pops into your head. One that would definitely get his attention. And if you can’t help his confidence academically, perhaps you can help with it somewhere else. Call it interpersonal tutelage…?

With as much nonchalance as you can muster, you say, “Um, maybe we should take a break. Y’know, relax a little?”

You scootch away to the end of the sofa, putting your back against the armrest and bringing your feet up onto the cushion in front of you. You grab a couple of throw cushions and slot them behind you, getting comfortable.

Eddie seems to relax a little too once you’ve moved away, but still looks uneasy.

God, are you really going to do this? What if he screams and runs away, or worse, tells his friends, or your classmates..? No, you’ve been thinking about this for far too long. Oh, fuck it x 2…

Feigning a stretch, you arch your back and place your hands at the back of your waist, pushing your chest, and breasts, upwards. Then you move them to the sides of your ribs, glancing over the sides of your boobs, seemingly-innocently pushing them together. You move a hand underneath one of your breasts, cupping it gently in the crook of your thumb and forefinger.

Eddie is still sitting tensely on the front edge of the sofa cushions, stealing sideways glances at you through the curtain of his hair.

“C’mon, Eddie, get comfy with me. It’ll help, I promise.”

Self-consciously, Eddie shifts himself and sits facing you, cross-legged, at the other end of the sofa. You give him a soft smile, which he returns with a slightly bashful one of his own, afterwards rolling his lips inwards between his teeth.

Okay, it’s now or never. Are you gonna be able to concentrate on this, Eddie?

You hum quietly, and almost closing your eyes you run a palm down your chest and over your belly. You drop one knee slightly out to the side, and run your hand down the inside of your thigh and back up it, eventually pushing your fingers between your thighs and cupping your mound with your palm.

You see Eddie’s eyes widen and hear a stifled choke.

Your hand moves to fully cup your breast, and you lightly trace your thumb over your hardening nipple whilst the hand between your legs begins to apply gentle pressure, making you inhale deeply.

Eddie watches you, agape, bringing his hands together and clasping one hand over the other in front of him, you surmise to disguise his burgeoning bulge.

You open your eyes a little, keeping them soft and half lidded, and gently smile in Eddie’s direction, ensuring he’s still watching you.

Using both hands to pop the button and lower the zipper on your jeans, you tease yourself by running the pretty elastic trim of your your panties between your fingertips, pulling it slightly away from you and letting it snap back onto your abdomen.

“Uh…”, he swallows hard, and you internally groan at the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing in that delicious neck, “What’re you doing..?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Eddie? I’m… relaxing…”

Sighing out the last word, you choose this moment to slip your hand down the front of your underwear, sliding over your mound and dipping just the tip of one finger between your folds, feeling the wetness that’s already pooled there. Your forehead furrows a little and you let out a quiet, contented hum.

Eddie’s eyes widen further and his eyebrows disappear completely under his bangs, and he sounds a little like he’s suffocating.

He tries to move further away from you along the sofa, unsuccessfully however as he’s wedged against the other armrest.

“Uh, I can, y’know, leave, or you could use my room, or, I can take you home, or, or-”

He’s babbling, and looking everywhere but at you. That’s not what you want at all, and you’re also concerned that he looks so uncomfortable.

“I can stop, if you want…”

He rushes out a reply, almost shouting the first syllable.

“N-NO! Um, no, it’s okay, really.”

“Okay, Eddie, stay right there. Keep your eyes on me, I wanna give you a show.”

He looks even more shocked, jaw dropping open, and you think he might bolt. But after a moment it’s clear that despite being full of anxiety, fear and self-consciousness, his curiosity, hormones and horniness are winning out, and he fixes his gaze on you.

He manages to squeak out, “Ok-aay…”

You lift your hips, using both hands to push your jeans and underwear down your legs until they reach your ankles. You slowly splay your knees, finally exposing yourself fully to Eddie’s gaze. One hand comes back to your breast, and you pinch your fabric-covered nipple between your thumb and forefinger.

He takes in the sight before him, the soft fur around your core, your wet folds glistening in the dim light of his living room, your sultry gaze, the peaks of your hardened nipples now visible through the thin fabric of your top.

He lets out a stuttering breath as his hips involuntarily shift underneath him, trying to find some friction.

“Jeezus fuck, Princess, are you tryin’a kill me?”

You try to think of something that might help relax him.

“If it helps you can imagine that we’re still studying. How about a quick lesson in female anatomy..?”

You move your hand down and with featherlight touches trace your fingertips around your pussy.

“Now, this whole area is my vulva.”

Eddie gulps.

Making a vertical line you trace your fingers over your wet lips.

“These are my labia.”

Eddie’s lips press together and he lets out a stammering hum, closing his eyes momentarily before snapping them back open so he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Are you paying attention, Eddie? This part is really important. This-,” you inhale sharply as you trail your wet fingers upwards and make contact, “This is where you’ll find my clit- fuck-”

It feels so delicious you almost don’t manage to finish your sentence, and you let out a long, low hum. Part of you doesn’t want to stop, but you’ve got more planned. Moving your fingers down again, you say,

“And this, here? This is my vagina…”

With a smile, you watch him stare as you dip a fingertip into your sopping hole, letting out a low moan as you gradually slip it inside of you.

“You know what the g-spot is, Eddie? I can show you where to find it, if you want me to…?”

You slide your finger in further, curling it towards your front wall, almost managing to tickle that certain spot within and letting out a loud groan.

At the other end of the sofa Eddie gasps an inhale, whimpering slightly, and you see him press the heel of his hand into his crotch. The combination of his sounds and actions is making you impossibly wetter - the boys you’ve been with before didn’t do much of either, and you didn’t know how much it turned you on.

You watch his face as he stares intently at your weeping centre as you slowly, so slowly move your finger in and out a few times.

“D’you think you’ll remember that, Eddie?”

“I promise I’ll fuckin’ try, Jesus Christ…”

He swallows again, exhaling heavily.

Deciding it’s time for the main event, you bring the hand that was squeezing your breast down your body, moving your fingertips to your clit and applying gentle pressure.

“I want you to see how wet you make me, Eddie. I want you to know how much I enjoy you watching my ass in biology class, how often I’ve thought about it when I’m alone. How much I like checking yours out in those oh-so tight jean- oh!”

A particularly exquisite circle followed by a firm press on your clit makes you moan out loud. The combination of both your hands has you close, closer than you imagined you’d be at this stage. It takes much longer when you’re by yourself, and you’re surprised and excited by just how much you’re enjoying having Eddie watch you.

Eddie’s fully gripping himself through his jeans now and is breathing heavily through his nose. He looks big, and you salivate at the thought.

You really want to see what he’s been hiding inside that tight denim.

“Show me, Eddie, I wanna see you.”

Hesitantly, never having experienced anything even close to this before, Eddie mumbles,

“You, uh…?”

“I wanna see you. Take out your cock. Let me see all of you, please.”

He’s rubbing himself, and you can see how strained his jeans are, a wet stain now visible in the dark fabric.

Slowly, eyes never leaving your face and looking for any tiny indication that you’re uncomfortable or have changed your mind, he slowly undoes his button and pulls down his zipper.

His languid pace is killing you, but in a good way; you realise he most likely has no idea what this is doing to you.

He rearranges the front of his jeans, opening the fly wide and leaving nothing but a thin layer of checkered cotton covering his member. The tent it’s creating is impressive.

He watches you stare and run your wet tongue over your bottom lip.

Letting out a nervous breath between pursed lips, he pushes one hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, using his thumb and two fingers to hold his cock at the base. Using his other hand he slowly, agonisingly slowly, pulls the fabric out and downwards, gradually exposing his full member to the lights of the room and to you.

You pause your own movements and spend a moment taking it in. It’s long, with an impressive girth - you briefly wonder whether he knows what he’s packing - and it’s the prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen. Lengthy, veined, slightly curved, and thick, so thick.

Eddie watches your expression for a moment. Satisfied that you’re not freaked or about to run away screaming, he brings the rest of his fingers to join the others, wrapping himself fully in his fist and squeezing gently, causing a little bead of precum to collect on the tip.

You take in the sight before you for a few moments, then utter, completely honestly, “Eddie, in case no one’s ever told you this, you have a really beautiful dick.”

His face and neck turn the second-prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen.

“No one’s ever told me that before, Princess.” Adding, almost in a whisper, “In fact, no one’s ever seen it.”

He chuckles lightly through that last sentence, embarrassed at what he’s just admitted. The ego boost of your comments has clearly given him some confidence though, as he adds with a slight smirk, a little breathy as he runs the pad of his thumb unhurriedly over his tip, “You, uh, really think so?”

Oh, so he likes me watching him too?

You can’t take your eyes off of it.

“I really do, Eddie. It’s so pretty.”

As if to confirm your statement you resume your hand movements, adding another finger and resuming circling your clit with the other. You notice that Eddie’s started moving too, his hand moving over himself in a deft gripping and twisting motion, his hips bucking up every now and again.

For a few moments neither of you say anything, the only sounds in the room your combined panting breaths and the lewd movements of wet skin.

Your clit is swollen and supremely sensitive, and, pushing in a little further, your fingers just tickle that exquisite spot within you.

You moan as you imagine it’s Eddie’s pretty cock inside you. That he’s leaning over you, thrusting into you, hitting that spot effortlessly. Maybe even talking to you, telling you how good your pussy feels, how well you’re taking him…

Suddenly your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth hangs open, a gutteral moan emerging from your chest as you get closer and closer.

Bringing your attention back to him you mumble, hurriedly,

“Jeezus Eddie, I’m gonna cum, you wanna see me cum?”

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire fucking life.”

Eddie’s words come out in a spluttering rush and on his last word your breathing halts, your muscles lock and you cum, hard, clenching around your fingers and letting out an involuntary strangled scream.

Somewhere in the back of your fuzzy mind you think you hear Eddie let out a loud, “Holy shhhiiiit!”

You come down a little, opening your eyes and locking them with Eddie’s. You ride out your aftershocks, humming as you feel your fingers inside of you and your juices running down them. You eventually remove your fingers from your cunt, leaving its puffy wetness fully on display, and trace them around your lips and clit.

“F-fuck, Princess, that’s the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen…”

Eddie’s red-faced and panting, his cock still very much standing to attention in his now vice-like grip, the tip an angry red and leaking copious amounts of precum. His eyes are blown dark, the chocolate rims almost completely obscured. His face and neck are flushed and he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, and he’s clenching his jaw, looking like he’s trying desperately not to bust.

“Are you ok over there, Eddie?”

“Shit, yeah, yes, I mean, fuck.”

Breathily, you ask him,

“Do you wanna cum?”

“Fuck yes, I just, I didn’t know whether you wanted me to.”

“Oh I do Eddie, I really do. It’s your turn now. You gonna cum for me? Please, let me see you lose it, show me everything you’ve got.”

He breathes out a loud sigh in what seems like relief. You like how good he’s being for you, learning yet more about yourself that you didn’t know before.

His fist speeds up as his other hand comes to hold his balls, deftly stroking and rolling the flesh. His brow furrows deeply and his lips clamp shut around a low moan. He’s staring intently at you, eyes flicking between your face and your still-dripping cunt.

Suddenly his expression turns to one resembling surprise, as his eyebrows lift and his mouth opens, a string of expletives leaving those perfect, plump lips,

“Fuck, fuck, Jeezus, motherf-, oh my-, fuckfuckfuuuck!”

His jaw drops as his abdomen contracts, and his eyes fix on your cunt as he jets hot ropes of white cum into the air and over his fist and t-shirt. There’s so much, and it seems never ending.

The sight is even better than you’d imagined it might be and your hips buck up into your hand, making you press your fingers into your clit again triggering another aftershock, and you find yourself moaning along with him.

For a few moments there’s more silence, aside from your panting and heavy breathing.

Eventually Eddie chuckles a little, and you huff a breath out through your nose with a smile on your face.

You’re both a sweaty, sticky mess, but neither of you care.

“Fuck, Eddie, that was…” You’re lost for words.

“Amazing? Incredible?” Seeing the grin plastered across Eddie’s face is easily as gratifying as all the other stuff you’ve done tonight.

You both giggle as Eddie says, “Fuck me, Princess, you’re definitely the best tutor I’ve ever had.”

Neither of you really want to move, but some cleanup is definitely necessary. Eddie takes the blanket from the sofa and throws it in the washer, cleaning up quickly in the bathroom, letting you know when it’s free and returning in a change of clothes, throwing the others in with the blanket.

As you both process what’s just transpired you share timid glances and half smiles.

You both sit on the sofa again as you start to pack up your notes and books. In another unforeseen realisation, you’re surprised at how much you’ve enjoyed Eddie’s company, and the warm feeling you get inside every time he looks at you is entirely unexpected.

You realise you’re gonna have to be the one to say something, and give Eddie a smirk.

“So, how about next time we do some practical revision on, maybe, male anatomy?”

He looks a little surprised, but certainly not unhappy at the suggestion that there might actually be a ‘next time’.

“You really wanna, uh, tutor me again?”

Nodding in the affirmative, you reply, “Oh yeah, I think we’ve both learned a lot this afternoon.”

Holding his gaze, you suggest,

“Same time next week..?”

Lesson 2: Male anatomy | Extra Credits 01: Communication Skills | Extra Credits 02: French | Independent Study 01: Art | Independent Study 02: Creative Writing | Lesson 3: Human Reproduction

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Here it is! Finished character line up with designing process breakdown :)

Cowardly Lion

There's little to no description of the Cowardly Lion in the books, so I always imagined him as rather ironically big with thick, dark mane (the darker the mane, the stronger the lion). He's mainly made of soft, delicate curves, which are incorporated into his whiskers and hair as well. I wanted to incorporate bits of 'you had it all along' in Dorothy's friends designs, so classic tail and mane ribbons were not enough. Such big and proud animal has to have at least a bit of courage to wear lace collar. Lions have darker spot on their heads, which I turned into something fitting for a magical land - star. Since lions can be identified by whisker spots, Cowardly Lion's are little hearts.

Dorothy and Toto

I have carefully noted all descriptions of Dorothy's clothing, which is as follows: sunbonnet, gingham dress with white and pale blue, silver shoes, basket with white cloth and apron. The dress should have pockets. Even though the classic illustrations suggest that her hair was blonde, I decided to go with dark brown. It just fits way better. I added lace to the apron and sunbonnet. All garments were inspired by vintage clothes from early 1900s. Toto is based on Scottish Terrier, since he's been described as small, black and hairy, especially around the nose.

From now on beware spoilers for Wicked part 2

Scarecrow

His eyes will kill you. No, but seriously, they're not dark like other characters, because they're painted. He's made mostly of triangular shapes. Straszek's description is the most detailed: painted blue Munchkin's hat (with little bells), head is a small sack, painted face, blue suit of clothes, old boots with blue tops (I have no idea what tops are, I hope I did well), painted ears and padded hands (that's why his hands are too big + he's the only character with four fingers). Now, I didn't stick to the entire description for various reasons (f.ex. painted ears looked weird and blue hat didn't cooperate with cape), but mainly, because I wanted to add something from myself. And here's where the Wicked part 2 spoilers begin. Fiyero is quite tall, so I have abandoned the idea of Munchkin sized Straszek. He's ragged and dirty, because he was beaten. Torns in suit are remnants of Fiyero's wounds with golden straw spilling out instead of blood. If you look closely straw on his left shoulder should look like epaulet. If it doesn't, then it's my fault. The one shoulder cape was made from what was left of his chieftain outfit and it covers a big rip in the suit (which is his 'brainy' feature). Golden ornament depicts wheat and crows. I wouldn't be myself if I hadn't put unnecessary objects on a big hat, so there you have it: wheat & Elphaba's poppy. And last, but not least: straw sticking out of his face forms light facial hair (everyone say 'thank you, Jonathan Bailey').

Oof. That was long.

Tin Woodman

Standing proudly next to his boyfriend, Tin Man was created from hard, square shapes, quite summetrical as opposed to Scarecrow's absolute chaos. He has his little iconic cap and I can't really say a lot about him. The bowtie is his remarkable feature that I could never take away. It was red for a moment (just like Lion's ribbons were royal blue), but all my friends said that he looked like Freddy Fazbear, so I had to take the red away. I'm sorry, Nick. Let your husband housemate be colorful. Anyway! I might have accidentally incorporated some of Dark Cacao Cookie's armor in here, because that's the only armor I had drawn more than once. He's rusty all over and all that crying turned his eyes brown and left rusty tear marks. His jaw is hinged like it was in the books. If I remember correctly it was never stated that Nick Chopper was a Munchkin, but after Wicked turned Boq into Tin Woodman it would be such a waste to not deisgn a character sturdy, yet small. Spring hair is inspired by movie Boq's curly hair (thank you, Ethan Slater). His you 'had it all along' feature is... Less functional than others. The collar around his neck forms a heart.

Sketch page including some notes:

You still here? Wow. Hey, look!

Wicked part 2 looks great!

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My GOD the thought of Nia just hissing at some poor unassuming person who happens to be talking to Brainy.

I'm also imagining a scenario where this aggression is mistakenly pointed at some of the other Super Friends. Like, in that kind of in-between period at the beginning of season six after she and Brainy reconciled but it wasn't immediately clear whether they'd officially gotten back together. Maybe they weren't officially a thing again yet and it was driving Nia crazy because it would be so easy for Brainy just choose not to get back together or start to get close with someone else, and she'd be left behind. Maybe she gets jealous of rest of their friends whenever they seem a little too close to him, even if it's a completely outlandish thought that he might ever end up with one of them instead. Maybe the thing that finally gets her and Brainy to sit down and talk about where they're at and how to move forward is her just snapping one day and hissing at Kara because she happened to give him a hug or something.

Omg yes, the comedy aspect here is just too good. And I do love Kara being the tipping point where everyone realises something's seriously bothering her.

The first person I actually imagined it happening with was Lena. Considering how much time Brainy and Lena spend working together, even though rationally Nia knows they're just friends, it just sorta comes out one day and it takes Lena completely by surprise. As Lena wasn't even a formal member of the Super Friends until season 6, I imagine she'd have absolutely no idea how to react, or even what a sound like that means coming from Nia.

Lol, it would certainly make Lena's introductory tour around the Tower a lot funnier, that's for sure.