#love me an angry kara

[rustingcat]

Red Lantern Kara and the chaos she lays in her path. A commission I made for the very lovely @umbrellaleg. (And a bonus comic cover)

[necrotic-nephilim]

ok but consider this:

jayrose is already established but they want to try and have a threesome with kara, so both of them keep flirting with her and teasing her until she just snaps and then fucks both of them into the ground. they don't know that kara was a red lantern and is into some kinky shit, and they assumed they'd end up breaking her, but then she rims rose while riding jason and they both just lose it. I'm talking overstimulation until they're sobbing, fingering jason while he fucks rose, getting jason to fuck rose at super speed, riding jason at super speed until he disloctaes his hip, fingering rose until she dislocates her hip. ot3

ooooh i *love* this-

i have to admit i know next to nothing about Rose Wilson or Kara Zor-El. i've only really read comics with Rose that didn't handle her well, and as for Kara, i've always been more of a Power Girl than a Supergirl fan so, i don't think i've read anything significant with Kara. that said, the thing that i always enjoy about her whenever i witness her from a distance is her anger and how it always seems to sit under the surface, begging to be unleashed. and i love taking Kryptonians in sex to the extreme with just. absolutely fucked up shit. especially if it's not what the other character(s) expect.

love love the idea of Kara trying to keep her composure against Jason and Rose trying to flirt and rile her up. Jason and Rose can be two very crass, aggressive people. together, they're almost unbearable or Kara to handle, all the flirting and innuendos when they have no idea what they're getting themselves into with her. i like the idea of Kara holding herself back from sex -especially with humans- because she knows she's one for violent hatefucking and she knows humans are way too fragile to all that. it's not that she's not interested in Jason and Rose- if anything she's a little *too* interested. she just knows they don't know exactly what she's capable of. that said, there is something nice for her to be the center of attention. she's never the first Kryptonian people think of, and as far as the "every Bat has a Kryptonian" jokes go, she's never had her own Bat, especially one that comes with a pretty girlfriend who's just a little unhinged. it's even more fun if there's some angst to go along with it, bc Kara knows these are two people who would *understand* her anger, but she doesn't want to hurt them with it.

so when they *finally* make her snap, it's fun. i think it's extra fun if there's some kind of Red Kryptonite sort of situation involved bc i adore Red Lantern Kara a lot and i like putting her at the mercy of her own anger in other situations like that. so the wrong comment from Jason or Rose about how she looks all bloody and angry after a fight and she just snaps. she grabs them both and literally *flies off* until she finds an open field in the middle of nowhere that's secluded enough and wipes the smug looks off both Jason and Rose's faces.

you mentioned Kara making Jason fuck Rose at superspeed and i am *so* into exploring superspeed as like. a *painful* kind of sex. because human bodies just aren't decided to handle that level of friction. i like the thought of Jason liking the idea of it at first, thinking it's something like human vibrator stuff. but by the end he's squirming and whining from his body being forced past it's limits and Rose is just a mess underneath him.

everytime they think Kara is done, she goes at one of them again. spreading Rose's legs too wide to eat her out and holding down Rose as she struggles, even if it dislocates joints. Rose's body can heal pretty instantly, which if anything, only adds to how Kara finds new ways to bend and break it. Jason thinks he'll get a reprieve when he physically *can't* come anymore and Kara rode him so hard that his own hip is in the wrong place, but instead of stopping, she just flips him over and starts fingering him. Kara doesn't care if either of them bleed. she doesn't care if bones end up in the wrong places. this is what they wanted so badly, and now, they can take it. i think it's fun if she shoves the hilt of one of Jason's knives inside of him and tells him he better be careful and make sure it doesn't slip out-

i think it's fun exploring pain tolerance and stamina in a sexual way when you're dealing with vigilantes. how far could Kara take it before Jason and/or Rose are begging her to stop. how many bruises are going to cover their body. at what point does Kara even *decide* to stop, bc sure, she's doing this for the sexual release but she's also just doing it to get out all the pent-up anger and frustration she's been harboring for the months they've been teasing her. she's not even *really* letting loose, that's the fun part. letting loose would break them too far. she's basically just *toying with Jason and Rose. at some point Jason even gets jealous of Rose's healing factor bc it means Kara can go further with her, and is less careless about holding Rose's chest so tight that ribs crack. even overstimulated and in so much pain he can barely think, Jason is *delighted* by this side of Kara he didn't know about and wants to see how far she goes. he'd risk the Lazarus Pit again just to give her the chance to stop holding back, honestly. and Rose is thriving too. no one has ever taken advantage of her healing factor like this, not even Jason during their most kinky sessions. it's that feral sort of inhuman state they're both reduced to until Kara is satisfied. she probably *almost* leaves them in the middle of nowhere, but decides to be kind and plop them on a random rooftop in Gotham, even though most of their clothes are gone and neither of them can walk. it's a subtle reminder of how far she *could* go if she wanted to. it's her way of telling them to not mess with her bc next time, she'll drop them off in the Arctic if she has to.

of course, they mess with her again.

[coffeeshib]

Hi! I’ve recently visited your page again, after a longer tumblr break and saw your posts about people’s comments on your fics. It made me both sad and angry. Sad because they’ve managed to take away your joy for writing Supercorp and angry that people feel like they can type out any hurtful thought that goes through their head, for a thing that is absolutely free and made with so much passion and care. 😒🤬

For what it’s worth, I always loved the way you write both of them. AND the fact that you don’t ignore Kara’s trauma and struggles. “i’m spilling all my words (but you keep 'em to yourself)” will forever be one of my favorites. Thank you for the hours of joy and fun you have given us! I hope you know that for every entitled commenter there are ten times more people who love your works! 🫵🏻🤘🏻

ahh thank you so much, i appreciate this. i have to say, sc still has me by the neck, i do plan to finish that fic & maybe write some more but it won't be anytime soon. i had hoped that the fandom would calm down with the kara hate after the show ended but i was wrong, it still hasn't changed.

when you've been writing for sc for so long, the frustration builds up, & there have been many times where i felt like i needed to (& did) restrict myself when writing them. it stops being enjoyable when people are constantly calling kara 'stupid' & insult her in many different ways for not being the happy sunshine kara danvers who takes care of lena all the time.

personally i love reading & writing the reverse situation (lena who's being the patient loving one & also the shoulder for kara to lean on) because the show didn't give us enough of that. unfortunately, people don't respond well whenever kara is struggling with her issues & lena isn't the one who's being comforted.

i write what i like & that's what i'm always going to do, but this build up of frustration over the past years & always anticipating kara hate every fic/chapter killed the joy a lot.

i've seen some authors speak about this too & it's genuinely sad to see! people can like & dislike whatever but it's important to note that there are readers out there who don't realize that their personal feelings against kara also affect authors & their love for writing supercorp

[hickeysgodcomplex]

Michael Keeton Batman

the man that you are

😌😌😘

[dumvixerum]

WHATAWHATWHATWHAT

I need a fucking dictionary of compliments at this point.

Stinkers

And some other game references :)

This bed we made because I think it suits her lol

I wanted to draw them in the style of papers please

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU pt 2

Kara blinks, suddenly dumbstruck. Esme's t-shirt didn't do the woman justice. Her eyes catch briefly on a sharp jawline before being captivated by warm green eyes.

"Uhm, sorry, I-- I didn't mean..." Kara struggles with her words in a way she hasn't in years. "Are you--?"

"Yup," Lena confirms with a drawl, but her smile doesn't leave her lips. "Do I need to call security?"

"What? No! No, of course not, I didn't mean to barge-- I swear I wasn't looking for you."

Lena accepts the blithering answer at face value. "Good. It would be to have you thrown out before the show."

Sure enough, underneath her gray zip up hoodie Kara spies a flash of a silver bedazzled dress.

"I mean. For the record, you should." As soon as she says it, Kara picks up steam, suddenly angry on the artist's behalf. "I shouldn't have been able to get anywhere close to you---"

"It's okay," Lena assures her. "You don't look the type to be looking for an autograph."

Kara huffs, but finds a small smile creeping over her face. "No," she confirms. "I got lost."

One of Lena's eyebrows lifts.

"Well, first I got locked in the stairwell. Which is against code, by the way. And *then* I got lost."

Lena smirks, picking up her phone and typing out a short message. "Security," she explains.

"Oh."

"They'll be able to help you find your way better than I can."

Relief floods Kara, and then a thrill of excitement when Lena's smile broadens to a grin.

"You here with someone?"

Kara nods. "My goddaughter, Esme. She, uh.... she loves you. Rather a lot, actually."

"Tell her hi for me."

"I will-- oh! Shit, you've got a signal down here!" Kara fumbles her phone and her ticket, and in her rush to fire off a note to Esme promising to be there soon, doesn't notice when the ticket slips from her palm.

"Sorry," Kara rambles. "Damn. She's probably eaten all the nachos by now."

At that, Lena laughs, just as a hulking figure appears in the doorway behind Kara. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Hi Ryan," Lena greets, voice still full of mirth. "Miss, uh..."

"Danvers. Kara Danvers," Kara blurts.

"Miss Kara Danvers here got a little turned around. Would you mind showing her to where she needs to go?"

"Of course, ma'am."

Lena nods approvingly. When her gaze returns to Kara, Kara can't help but notice the brief glance that flicks over her, and the consequent blush that blooms in the younger woman's cheeks.

"I've got fifteen until places," Lena tells her. Her voice is smooth and low, velvet in the cinderblock room. "I'm sorry we can't chat more, but I'm sure Esme is worried about you."

Kara nods, swallowing. "Right. Um... thank you."

"My pleasure." Lena's crinkle at the corners. "Lovely to meet you."

"You too," Kara issues, turning to follow Ryan out the door and into the hall. It's not until the door shuts behind them that Kara realizes how hard her heart is thumping, or the tremble in her fingers.

"Jesus," she mutters, giving her hand a shake.

"Which level, Miss Danvers?"

"Second mezzanine, restrooms near the food vendors."

Ryan escorts her until Kara spots Esme, at which point he departs with her thanks. Esme dashes towards her, eyes wide. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Kara promises, giving her a hug. "Just got turned around. Sorry for taking so long."

"Come on!" Esme urges, already moving on from the subject. "We've got to get to our seats!"

Kara trails closely behind her goddaughter as they move towards the stands, but her thoughts remain with the raven haired woman two flights below.

Maybe tonight would be special after all.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

End Game 11

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: the best way to spend you Tuesdays is pissed at an old man.

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Time passes too quickly. The clock counts down to your fate. Again. It feels like you’ve done this already. 

You laugh even though it hurts. You try not to think of what comes next. You just stay in the moment and help Kara clean up the mess the cops made of her place. She’s in high spirits considering. A night in jail can put things in perspective. So can the prospect of life imprisonment. 

You order sushi. You figure if Andy’s paying, you’ll splurge. She doesn’t ask how you can afford it and you won’t explain. Fuck it. It’s your last hurrah. A final little spark before your flame is tamped out. 

When it’s time to say goodbye, you’re choked with tears. You fight not to show it as you hug Kara and tell her you’ll message when you’re settled in your new place. You want to cling to her forever. You sense a reluctance in her as well. 

“You okay?” She looks you over as you pick up your purse. 

“Yeah. Yeah. A lot of change. Tired.” You yawn. You really are exhausted. “I was so worried, Kar. Really. I'm so happy you’re out.” 

“Oh, tell me about it! But hey, I’m kinda a bad ass now. I got street cred.” She flexes her arms and giggles. 

You laugh too. You’re going to miss that. You will hold onto every lame joke and cherish it on those days when you can’t make yourself smile. You know with Andy, those will be far and few between. 

You leave and linger outside the door. This could be the last time your here. You won’t think that it could be the last time you see Kara. Too many ifs, and just as many scary certainties. 

You reply to Andy’s text. He’s waiting around the corner where he won’t be seen. It’s bad enough you’re lying to Kara, but her knowing the reality is worse. At least in this, he is your ally. You meet him there.  

He smiles and kisses you as you buckle your seat belt. Your disgusted by him. You say nothing. If you speak, you might just tell the truth. You lean back and close your eyes. He shifts into gear and the engine whirs softly in the night. 

“You okay?” He asks. 

He asks you that as if it should be. You turn your face to the window. 

“Tired,” your murmur. 

He steers into a lot and you look up at the bright white facade of the hotel lit by spotlights. It’s the kind of hotel you could never afford. You never stayed in one before but you expect one of those roadside motels is more your pay grade. 

It feels like another boast. Look what I’m giving you. Look what you wouldn’t have without me. Yeah, yeah. You owe him. 

He gets out and you follow. That’s how you’ll get through. Let him lead the way. He’s so much older, so much wiser, so why not? Just go along with it all. He knows what he’s doing. Exactly what he’s doing. He entrapped you. He pretended to be his own son and tricked you. 

Your angry thoughts boil over as you enter the hotel room ahead of him. He steps in close enough to brush against you. You pull away sharply and focus on untying your shoes. You drop them and stare at your hand. 

“I need the bathroom.” 

“Oh, it’s just down--” 

He points and you’re already on the move. You rush into the bathroom and lock the door. You want to scream. No, stay calm. You can’t let him get to you like that. 

You stop and lean on the counter. You look at yourself in the mirror and exhale slowly. Sleep. Don’t worry about anything else. You need rest. You can see it in your eyes. You can feel it through every part of you. You push off and go to the door. You emerge and stop short. 

One bed. Your bag is beside it already. You can tell he’s been there all day. You sit on the edge with your back to him. 

“TV has streaming. Tub has jets. Your pick.” He suggests. There’s a fragility in his throat that irks you. He’s acting like he’s afraid of you. Like you have any power in this situation. 

“I’m going to lay down.” You lower yourself to your side and curl up. 

“Shouldn’t you... you want something to change into?” 

You don’t answer. You’re empty. You don’t have anything left. You just want to lay there and never move. 

“Sweetie?” 

“Tired.” You say. 

“Right, well...” The TV flicks on and the menu clicks as he shuffles through. “I’ll put on something for white noise. I’m gonna hop in the shower. Figure I’ll do it now so we can get on the road early.” 

You grumble and shrug. You close your eyes. His presence looms before his footsteps pad away.  

He doesn’t close the door. It’s probably intentional. Does he think you’re going to go in and join him? Has he really deluded himself into thinking you want any of this? That you want him? 

The shower buzzes lightly through the wall, beneath the audio of the TV. It’s some syndicated law show your grandmother had on all the time. You roll your eyes and shift to get under the covers. You nestle in and lets your fatigue cocoon you. Even so, you’re too agitated to fall asleep. 

He emerges as you hide. You catch a glimpse past the blanket. He’s in only a towel. His thick arm is rounded with muscle and his broad chest is covered in hair. Boys your age don’t look like that. 

You shut your eyes again as you burn in shame. You’re so stupid. You remember hearing his voice and thinking it couldn’t be some scrawny kid. You knew it! You knew it and you were too shy to call it out. 

Andy gets closer to the bed. You can smell the scented soap and feel the moisture in the air. The zip and rustle of his bag stir beneath the television. The bed dips behind you and he groans. He lays down and hooks his arm around you. 

“Hey, how ya doin’?” 

“Get off,” you hiss. 

“Huh? Sweetie.” 

“I said I’m tired.” You push him away and roll off the bed. You trip as the blanket catches your ankle. You spin to face him. “I’m tired and I want to sleep.” 

“I know, honey. I just--” He sits up, leaning on his arm. He’s in only a pair of briefs. Ew. “I was checking on you.” 

“I’m trying to sleep. I don’t need you all over me.” 

You come forward and grab the pillow. He seizes your wrist and keeps you from retreating. You tug and growl between your teeth. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” 

“Why are we going backwards? I didn’t do anything.” 

“You need--” you twist your arm in his grip. “You need to give me space, okay? Give me a chance to think. I can’t-- Andy. You knew the truth all along, I didn’t.” 

“Backwards,” he drones in an annoyed monotone. 

You drop your shoulders and huff. “Fine.” You let go of the pillow and put your knee on the bed. “Fine. I’ll come back. I’ll sleep in the bed.” 

He lets you go and you put your back to him again. He sighs and his weight shifts behind you. The tension roils over you. Let him simmer. You’re on fire in anger and shame and despair. He can handle a bit of neglect. He deserves it. 

🎮

You sleep. Not soundly. Each time you rouse, you remember where you are. Each jarring reminder adds to your struggle. You scrape together a few hours, if that. 

You crawl out of the bed as Andy’s even breaths turn stolid. You can’t bear it any longer. 

You sit in the chair and stare. You don’t bother with your phone or the TV. There’s nothing that can distract you from your life. 

When he wakes, he says good morning. You feel his gaze but you react. He asks a question but you don’t respond. You just sit and watch the wall. His shadow moves around the room, around you.  

He nudges you. You wince and surrender. You look up at him dully. 

“Hey, wanna hop in the shower before we go?” 

You shake your head. 

“Okay, well, you should probably change into some fresh clothes,” he says. He checks his watch and your eyes find the digital clock by the bed.  

You stand and grab your bag and your purse. You carry both to the door and step into your shoes, bending down the backs under your heels.  

“Sweetheart--” 

“Let’s go.” 

“You can’t go out like that--” 

“Who cares? I'll just be in a car.” You grumble. “I just want... it to be over.” 

He silently measures your words. He grabs his keys and slings his bag on his shoulder. He nears and you grab the door handle. “You’re right,” he pulls the door back as he reaches above you. “Can’t wait to be home.” 

Home. That word sinks like a boulder in water. You go out into the hallway and he points you toward the elevators. Across the lobby and outside across the lot, under the dim early morning hue. 

He puts your bag in the car for you. You let him. Then he opens the passenger door and you climb in. He gets in on the driver’s side and starts the car. He asks if he should turn the air on. You shake your head. You can’t feel much of anything. 

He doesn’t ask as he stops at a drive thru. He gets you both a coffee. You thank him only as you sense his eyes on you. You just have to do enough to keep him off your back. 

“Alright, let’s go,” he takes the paper bag of biscuits and bacon and hands it over. “In case you get hungry, sweetheart.” 

Another thank you. Your voice is gravelly and grim. You don’t sound like yourself. You don’t feel like yourself. The motion of the cars disorients you. You feel trapped in your body. It’s as much a prison as the house waiting for you at the end of this journey. 

The road sprawls ahead of you. Your vision glazes over. Your head lolls against the seat as NPR drones in your ears. 

Hours and hours. You eat only as he asks for some of the food. You know he’ll accuse you of being ungrateful if you waste the sausage and pastry. You chew and swallow without tasting. You wash it down with the bitter coffee and wipe your fingers on your shorts. 

“There’s napkins,” he rebukes. 

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine. Just saying...” he grips the wheel tight. “Why don’t you close your eyes? I know you didn’t get much sleep again.” 

“I’m fine,” you insist. He knows you didn't sleep. Is he so clueless as to not guess the reason?

“Mm,” he grumbles. 

You turn your head and gaze unseeing out the window. His sighs put you on edge. You twiddle your fingers. 

“You’re in yesterday’s clothes and you’re barely talking,” he insists. 

You cringe and put your head straight. You drop your chin and shrug. “I’m sorry, Andy.” 

“I’m trying to be patient,” he lowers the volume on the stereo as he speaks. “But I’m worried. What happened to the girl I know? The one I spent all night mining with? The one who would giggle at the creepers?” 

You nearly shriek. You flip your hands down and squeeze your legs. You bite your lip until you think it might split. 

“Things are...different,” you mutter. 

“I know but we can do it together. We can change each other. For the better. I just need you to meet me halfway.” 

“I’m trying,” you whisper. 

“I’m not saying you aren’t but trust me. I know that communication is the most important part of a relationship. We have to talk to each other.” He explains. “Look, I’ll be honest. I’m scared too. I’m nervous. It’s been a long time since I had someone and sweetheart, I just—I’d hate to let you down. I really would.” 

Relationship? Scared? It’s too much. It’s a bunch of lies he’s convinced himself of but you can’t believe them. You can’t make yourself, even if you know you should. 

He’s well off, he’s established, he’s older, he’s confident. He's offering you everything a woman wants; money, a home, a partner, yet you can’t accept any of it.

You didn’t choose this. You never even had a chance in your life to consider it. To imagine who you would want those things with. He’s snuffed that part of your future out along with your trust. You can at least thank him for ridding you of the last of your naivete. 

“Okay, Andy. Trying. Honest. I’m trying but... I don’t know what to say. How to say it.” You run your hands down your cheeks and exhale. “I’m still thinking.” 

That’s true. You have nothing to say. You’re lost. He might know where he’s taking you but you have no idea. It’s not about the house or the city or any of that. It’s about everything. What does he want you to be? Can he figure that out when you never even figured out that question for yourself? 

[miss-choco-chips]

Kyou Kara Maou but Yuuri is the one who introduces people to a tradition for once. It goes a little like this -

There's a rumor in court that the King doesn't really love his fiance, and sees him as a friend or brother in arms. They got engaged for political reasons, you see. Or by mistake. There's no intent there. A few dream of proposing to the king, and have him maybe accept, but most know that's a moot point- he's always with Lord Weller, his bodyguard. No one can get past that man, less of all close enough to the king to actually strike him. So, the smart ones decide a better way to get into the king's good graces and into his inner circle would be by proposing to his fiance. Free him of an unwanted arrangement, become something like a sibling in law by marrying his long time companion, AND get a drop -dead gorgeous husband?? Its too good of a deal to pass up.

And so it starts, one night during a ball at the castle. Yuuri is dancing with Greta, while Wolfram smiles tenderly from the side, and the way the gesture lights up his entire face and turns his stern demeanour angelic gives the last push of bravery a tipsy noble needed. The slap is heard throughout the hall, and everything, music included, quietens at the sound. Wolfram is frozen in place, cheek stinging. Conrad and Gwendal approach, storms in their eyes. Yuuri, confused and a little annoyed as he starts to understand what's going on, follows suit.

He has to duel the noble, of course. As the one of higher standing between him and his friend, it's either he fights the dude for Wolfram or 'gives him up'.

'You can get rid of the engagement like this', Murata points out.

'Wolf isn't an object to be passed around,' Yuuri replies, getting ready for the fight. 'And he doesn't want to marry the guy- I won't free myself by trapping him somewhere else'

He doesn't go too hard on the noble. Poor guy was kinda drunk, he probably didn't mean anything by it, and he doesn't deserve to have his shit rocked because he made an impulsive decision while deep in his glass. Yuuri can also empathize, as he, too, has felt the need to hit Wolfram in the past (and he understands his beauty is the type that makes people do dangerous things).

They think the matter is settled. That it's a one off, weird but whatever.

Then, it happens again, when Wolfram is taking a stroll through the gardens with Greta. The noble lady responsible had thought the last attempt made had failed because the man decided to slap Lord Von Bielefeld in front of the Maou. Of course, even without an emotional connection, the gesture was too disrespectful to go unpunished. She grins as her hand makes contact, uncaring about the young princess bursting into tears and running off. Wolfram, this time, gathers himself fast enough to feel pissed. If not for the guards holding him off, weary of how tradition dictates the only retribution given might come from Yuuri, he'd have cooked the woman alive.

By the time Yuuri gets there, hand in hand with a still weepy Greta, he's mad enough by the fact someone dared make his daughter cry that he duels the woman right there in the gardens. After it's done, Wolfram huffs, still indignant, and marches his king and princess back inside, leaving the guards to deal with the waterlogged lady.

Okay, the nobles think. So maybe the Maou has to save face, and feels forced to accept any challenge thrown in his own home. No big deal! Lord Von Bielefeld is escorting the King on a diplomatic meeting when a dignatary from the neighboring country, the one they are visiting, goes up to him and strikes.

Conrad is the one holding Wolfram back this time, while Yuuri, angry after a full day of negotiations going nowhere, takes the chance to work off some nervous energy and dons his sword for the duel. Murata, again, points out Yuuri could use this as a chance to end the engagement. Yuuri, who's heard Wolfram ask late at night, on a very quiet voice, 'they think me so easy to steal? Am I worth so little to them?', shuts him up with a glare. It was never funny to begin with, but now it's really, really not funny.

The general consensus is, then, that it shouldn't be done while the Maou is nearby at all, or in his castle. Pursuers gain confidence then, attacking again and again when the young lord is on patrols, back on his uncle's lands, or simply out and about. Wolfram's guards become twitchy, trying their best to stop this from happening but not having much success, dreading the moment they are sent to call for the Maou so he might fight for his fiance.

Yuuri fights no less than 15 duels, having to cut meetings short, postpone his trips to earth and cancel baseball practice to do so. He's getting angrier and angrier, frustrated and... Something else he has no name of, at how many people are apparently wanting to take his place on Wolfram's life.

He still entertains the entire thing because that's tradition, apparently, and it has to stop eventually, right?

Until one night, when they are alone in their room, Wolfram turns away from him in the bed and whispers how maybe they should end the engagement. If people think him so easily stolen, his image must be pretty bad, not at all like how a future king consort should be; and he's seen how tired Yuuri is of having to defend him. His pride and feelings are hurt, and for the first time in his life, Wolfram is contemplating giving up instead of fighting, his usual fire dimming with every careless duel.

That's when Yuuri gets up from bed, terrified and furious at the notion, and storms into the treasure room to look for the thing he needs. And during the next big feast at the castle, like the one that started this madness, he calls for attention and explains to everyone how proposals are done in Earth. How one gets down on one knee, begging their partner to accept a ring in exchange for the rest of their life together. How no one can take that ring off, except the one that put it there or the one who wears it, and even then it's by their choice alone. How it's a promise and a vow and something unbreakable, forever.

And as he says this, he kneels in front of Wolfram and presents a precious ring of emeralds and onix, and once again binds Wolfram to him.

No one else proposes to either of them, after that night, even though Wolfram's smile had shone so bright it put all the jewels in the room to shame.

Gunter doesn't stop crying for a week, while Gwendal is busy planning the wedding.

[loveandleases]

This is all your fault! How would the ROs react to the MC sleeping with Chris after all they put them through? Crushing stage.

I will take the blame! Just gonna break our sweet babe's hearts over here. We getting angsty~ (Below the cut, because it's about 2k words.)

❤️ Cam - Why? After all that, why? What hold does Chris have on you? Do you still love them, do you miss them, did you just need someone? I thought things were finally fucking working with us. What does Chris give you that I can't?

The first thing Cam notices is how numb he feels, but that's not all there is. He feels like he's close to boiling over like he's about to lose it. Lose you, all over again. He wants to think it was a slip-up, an old habit or it was done to get closure. He can't bear the thought it's more, he can't, fuck that he won't. You two have been closer lately, in a different way, a way he's always hoped for.

"Please, just tell me why? That's all I'm askin'." his breath hitched between words. He tried to steady himself, but his words came out in a shaky whisper, lips trembling.

"I didn't," you try to collect your thoughts, try not to look at the redness of his eyes, the rising of his chest, the clenching of his fist. You try to swallow around the lump in your throat. "we were drinking. Then we were arguing, and then it just, it just happened." Cam squats down in front of you, his hand reaches for your own. His grip tightens around your hand, fingers entwining firmly with yours in a way that felt both protective and unyielding. His thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand, a subtle yet possessive gesture. His eyes lock onto your own, a mix of intensity and determination in his gaze.

The idea of the MC and Chris together tore at him, a visceral pain that made his stomach churn. "After everything?" he asked, his voice cracked, the raw vulnerability breaking through his anger.

His gaze bore into yours, a desperate plea hidden beneath the hurt. "You can't still want them," he says it more to himself than to you. "Please, please for fucks sake don't let this mean you want Chris." he's shaking. It takes everything in you not to grab him to comfort him, as you reach out he steps back, a mixture of pain in his eyes, pain and something else. "You're mine." he whispers, not breaking eye contact. "Not Chris's."

He searches your face, Cam has always claimed you in some way. His family, his best friend, is that what he means now? "Tell me it didn't mean anything," he whispers his voice barely audible. "Tell me you don't want them, because I can't stand the thought of losing you to Chris again. I can't."

💙 G - "Say it again." their voice is cold, as soon as you told them you slept with Chris you could see their wall go back up. So stoic, so detached, as if what has happened between the two of you over the past few months hadn't begun to thaw them out. Remind them of what you two had shared.

You begin again, meeting their hard gaze. "I said-" Before you're able to finish G turns and begins to walk out, but they stop. They stop, and they turn and they study you. Your face, your body, the way your breathing picked up.

"Where are they?" if you hadn't known G previously, you never would have noticed the change in their voice. The slightest change, that tells you they're angry. They're pissed, and they're going to do something about it. "Who?" "Chris." "At my...their.. their apartment. G what are you doing?"

They don their coat, and before exiting they turn to look at you over their shoulder. "Wait here for me, I'm settling this one way or another." They don't wait for an answer, because they know after everything that's happened, you'll wait. Just like they did.

💚 Kara - "What? No. No way, Chris wouldn't-"

"I wanted to tell you, I thought. Fuck, I don't know what I thought, but you needed to know."

She's pacing, curling a piece of hair around her finger, and mumbling to herself. "But Chris, why? It doesn't make sense alright, why after everything?"

"It just, I don't know alright. We were talking and I don't know, okay? It's like I felt all these emotions and I was angry and I just I don't know. In some fucked up way I wanted to do it to get back at Jade."

"Is that it? That's all there is, you don't still care about-"

Before she can finish you're shaking your head. You're quick to make that apparent to her. You were angry, you wanted to hurt them to hurt Jade, not Kara. That was never the intention.

"I need to talk to them. I don't, why would Chris do this? To Cam, yeah they would do this. But, to me?"

💛 M - They haven't said anything since you told them you had slept with Chris. You could feel their nervousness, with how they bounce their knee and tap their fingers along their thigh. "M-" "Thank you, for telling me. But, I-I don't understand why it happened. So.." They turn then, their eyes looking you over taking you in as you sit on the edge of their couch. "You fucked."

It catches you off guard, not because you haven't heard M swear before, but because they struggle talking about sex when they're writing it. "Wha-"

"Shit, fuc- I..sorry. I didn't mean to say it out loud." They mumble, voice shaky not meaning to let their thoughts slip out. At least not in front of you. "M it's not that sim-" "I'm not sure I want to know. I don't...want to think of the two of you, bodies hot and writhing and lips in places and-" M stands, hands pulling on the bottom of their sweater pulling it as they pace back and forth in front of the couch. "with them though? With them? I know it can happen, I mean I've written something like that happening," M looks you over, their brows furrowed. They speak in a rapid-fire rush, words tumbling over each other.

M's eyes dart around nervously, and they fidget with their hands, pulling at a piece of thread at the bottom of their sweater.

There is heat in their gaze, is it anger? Is it more? "I thought if you were going to fuck someone it would be m-" M slaps their hand over their mouth, stopping their pacing. They shake their head, as your eyes meet. Who, who would it be? M pulls their sweater up to cover the bottom of their face, the growing blush creeping up their neck to their cheeks. In a high-pitched voice, they yell "Excuse me!" before rushing into the bathroom. Groaning loudly "Fucking shit balls, damn it. Get it together."

💜 Isaac - You think for a second Isaac is going to say something, with the way their mouth opens. But, they say nothing instead running a hand along the back of their neck. "Well, I'm happy for you. I mean it's not like you're interested in anyone right? Not like we're serious or anything." They say it so effortlessly, or at least it sounds it. But really, it takes everything in them to say it. They don't want to get close, this just helps them not. Knowing you were with Chris, they have no right to care because they haven't made a move, not really. Yet it hurts, it fucking hurts and they don't want to admit it. No, must be the hours they've worked, they need sleep, they need time. To sulk, to be jealous, wait no..no. That's the last thing Isaac needs. "I..wouldn't say that." Isaac snaps around to look at you, "So you do care about Chris, after everything?" "No, no it was, I don't know closure in a way. We were arguing and Chris kissed me. That was their favorite way to end old arguments. It helped in a way, because a part of me would always wonder if leaving them was the right choice. Now I know." In a way, Isaac respects that. Because they never got that kind of closure, like a wound that never heals, always festering deep inside. "So..was it?" The question leaves their mouth before they can stop it, because damn it if they don't want to know. Was this thing the two of you have been trying to start worth it? Was it what you wanted? Do you finally know, that you want someone, someone standing right in front of you?

🖤 Ardent - He laughed, but there was no joy in the sound. It was a hollow, bitter laugh. His lips twisted into a grimace as he tried to mask his feelings.

"Why are you laughing?" "Because that's just how it goes isn't it? You and me, this twisted little game we got going on. I knew something was off because I know for a fucking fact I didn't put this on you." His large hand yanks the collar of your shirt over, the purplish mark still very much visible. You go to slap his hand away, embarrassed. You wanted to tell him, to be honest. Not because you wanted Chris, you drank you drank so much and Chris was there and you wanted to hurt them, hurt Jade. So you slept with Chris. Worst fucking decision ever. Ardent grabs your wrist, his eyes staring at the mark, at the reminder of what happened. You watch his tongue dart out to lick his lips, as he leans his head forward. "What the fuck are you doing!?" You step back, but he follows. Still holding your wrist, his other hand clinging to your hip. Your cheeks are red with your embarrassment. "Don't move." His voice is stern, as he shifts closer to you, pressing his body against you, turning your head to bare your neck to him. "Is this some weird ass kink of yours or something? Stop looking at it!" You press your hands against his chest but it only makes him growl. Sending a shiver down your spine, but not out of fear, much worse than that. Something you should probably talk to a therapist about. "If this is what you do to get my attention, then congratulations you have it. Every last fucking ounce. "I was drunk damn it. Not like I judge who the hell comes out of your apartment." "No one's come out since this shit started, and you know it. Only one other person comes in here that isn't me." His breath is warm on your neck, and it excites you. Sleeping with Chris wasn't meant to make Ardent want you more, but some fucking how, it did just that. You feel his warm tongue dart against the hickey, and it almost causes you to moan but you stifle it, the sound getting lost in your throat. You hear him snicker, as his teeth bite in just enough. A little bit of pain, with a little bit of pleasure, as he begins to suck. Marking over Chris's hickey. He lets go his lips making a loud pop as he pulls away. "Now, where is this shit stain?" "Wha-who?" You arch your brow and Ardent stares at you, not needing to say Chris's name. "Why, what are you going to do, punch them?" He smirks at you, pulling your hand away from the mark on your neck, his teeth marks marring your skin. "That's the first thing."

[garpen]

I think about that one scene from CWs Supergirl at least once a month.

Where she's talking to her mother's hologram? Where's she's screaming how her mother could send her away.

Her screaming out her pain and grieving, mourning the loss of her people and her planet. Saying that being sent to Earth was a life sentence? Letting her powers off at her mother's hologram?

Literally never fails to make me emotional. I love angry/hurt Kara. Bc as much as she loves Earth and the family and friends she made on Earth, she will still forever be a girl from a dead planet.

Not even Clark can grieve in the way Kara does (not to discredit Clark's grief, it's just different) bc he was sent away as a baby and he holds no memory of Krypton, of a life and family and friends and planet. Kara does. She holds memories of her people of her culture, friends and family. Losing it all is just devastating.

I love it so much idk just thinking about it again. The actress Melissa Benoist just really portrayed the scene incredibly and it never fails to make me feel mentally unwell

I rewatch the scene so often pls if you don't know what I'm talking about pls watch it

[suzukiblu]

‘The middle of starting over’ by Sabrina carpenter kind of reminds me of Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this

“Do you understand what I mean by that?” Kara asks, suspecting she should dread the answer but knowing she needs to be clear here. “That you belong to our house?”

“Our genetic material is Kal-El’s. Not our own,” Match replies, neutral and by rote. Thirteen’s mouth goes even tighter. 

“We’re not stupid,” he snaps at her, his fists clenching by his sides. 

Kara considers committing a war crime against a backwater planet. Just one war crime. 

“The insult of our continued existence will be tolerated as long as we prove useful to the House of El,” Match says, just as toneless and just as practiced as before. Like it’s something he’s said a thousand times, when he hasn’t even been alive long enough to say a thousand things. Something he just knows to be a foundational fact of life. 

. . . maybe two war crimes, Kara thinks, carefully packing up her seething fury before she can start shouting at the two people in this situation who deserve it the least. There’s two of Thirteen and Match, so that’s fair, isn’t it? Justifiable? 

“No,” she says very, very evenly. “It means you’re part of our family.” 

Thirteen flinches, and looks very briefly hurt before his jaw clenches. Then he just looks angry. Match’s expression is the most perfectly blank it’s been so far and doesn’t change at all. 

They’re very different, for how alike they look. She shouldn’t be surprised by that, but it’s . . . disorienting, a little. 

Mostly because they’re both so different from Kal, she thinks. Neither of them is a thing like him at all. Even at their “age”, he was nothing like either of them. She can’t even imagine how hard a time he must be having understanding them, when they’re both so wildly different from him in such different ways. 

But at Thirteen and Match’s “age”–at both of their ages, both the literal and physiological ones–Kal was an adored only child with a bright future and brilliant prospects and all of Uncle Jor and Aunt Lara’s morals and love instilled in him, not a pair of lab-built “weapons��� who must’ve heard their existence called an “insult” somewhere. Who must’ve been told they were stupid time and time again; must’ve been told they weren’t worth anything more than being carriers of the DNA that’d been stolen to make them time and again. Must’ve been told they were possessions and things and at best slaves to–

Kara exhales, very slowly, and pulls the rice out of her pantry. 

“I’m making milk rice,” she informs them shortly. Milk rice sounds like something Earthling children’s palates should appreciate. Mostly children eat it here too, so it makes sense. “What kind do you want?” 

“Milk . . . what?” Thirteen wrinkles his nose in confusion. Has Kal even given these kids dessert before, Kara thinks, trying not to lose her mind. Was there any real information about food or fashion or culture in that “gesture of goodwill” information packet that he presented the Earthling governments with? Because judging by how they’re dressed and the dialects they’re using and the fact that they don’t even know milk rice . . . 

“Milk rice,” she repeats. “It’s a dessert. Milk and rice are involved. Usually it’s made with either bly fruit or katso sauce. Or spygin, but that’s mostly an Argo City thing.” 

Thirteen and Match both stare blankly at her for a moment before their eyes slide to each other instead. Thirteen’s jaw visibly tightens. Match’s eyes just barely narrow. 

“We don’t know what that is,” Thirteen says, glancing back to her warily. “The . . . ‘buh-lye fruit’ and ‘kasso sauce’. Or . . . ‘spy-geen’?” 

Right, Kara thinks, and doesn’t let herself sigh again. They’re going to get the wrong idea if she keeps doing that. 

“Bly fruit is sweet and katso sauce is savory,” she says, carefully enunciating the words without making it completely obvious that she’s correcting Thirteen’s pronunciation. “Spygin’s a spice. Kind of . . . sharp and smoky, I guess, but a little sweet too. It’s hard to describe. Goes good with milk-based things.” 

“. . . you’re asking us what flavor we want?” Match asks incredulously, like the idea’s somehow just occurred to him. 

Maybe three war crimes, Kara thinks. Lantern-level war crimes with a side of unfathomable solar superpowers. No one could blame her for just three, at this point.

[sunshinesickies]

Here’s the second and final part of Weirdest Day Ever 🫶

*TW: slight descriptions of throwing up

Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Reader Sickfic

Weirdest Day Ever pt.2

No sooner are the words out of Kara’s mouth, you are back over the toilet, throwing up again. You feel your girlfriend’s soothing presence with you the whole time as she gently rubs your back and murmurers sweet nothings until you’re done.

“Do you think you’re done? Can I carry you to bed, love?” Kara asks as she holds you tightly in her arms after you had practically collapsed back into them, no strength left in your body.

You nod and Kara kisses the top of your head, then seemingly effortlessly, she picks you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, gently placing you on the bed.

After helping you into a fresh set of pjs and giving you some medicine, Kara tucks you into the bed then moves to sit cross legged in front on you, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of the blanket. Your hand rests atop hers and she looks at you as you run your thumb along the back of her hand and gaze at her with a soft expression.

“What wrong, Kara? You know you can tell me anything, right?” You rasp, brows furrowing. As reassuring as your words are, Kara shakes her head. “I-I have something to tell you, but-but well…well I just want you to know that I meant what I said earlier, I trust you completely and I love you, so, so much…but I haven’t been honest with you, y/n.” She takes a deep breath and as concerned as you are about what she might say next, you hold her hand tighter.

“Also, please know that keeping this from you everyday has been so hard because I’ve wanted to tell you since the moment I met you, y/n. I never thought I would care about anyone here in the way that I love you, a-and I never thought someone would love me the way you do. I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, y/n….” Kara pauses and slowly takes off her glasses, letting them fall gently to the duvet before taking her hair tie out, letting her golden locks fall around her face in a way you’ve seen before.

“…I-I’m Supergirl.” Kara exhales a shaky breath. You stay silent for a minute as you stare into Kara’s ocean blue eyes. Ones that are full of such love and concern, ones that you have seen every day for the past year and a half, the same ones you recognized earlier when the blonde heroine had saved you.

Now you know why. Memories flash through your mind, many of them the silly coverups Kara always had for being late or missing a date, forgetting to call or calling back in the middle of the night…you honestly don’t understand how just a pair of glasses kept you from the truth.

But then again, you feel now that deep down somewhere, maybe you did know but you couldn’t think it possible. All the missed dates. Days where you fell asleep or woke up without being in your girlfriend’s arms. The countless excuses and promises of strange absences being made up. It all makes sense now.

As much as you want to be at least a little bit angry, upset that Kara had hid something so big from you…you think you understand why. And there’s no way you can possibly forget all the good moments too. Her smile, her eyes, the way she always makes the room brighter. All the late night movies, walks around the city, countless hugs and kissed that always made your day.

The way her forehead crinkles when she’s worried, that cute thing she does with her glasses when she nervous, her all around adorable dorky-ness, the incredible intelligence you knew she has but didn’t show off. The way she makes you feel loved in a way you’ve never felt before. The way she always knows when you need her and the way she always knows how to make you feel better. The way she makes you a better person. The way she sees you for you.

You can’t imagine your life without Kara in it. And yeah, this will be different, worlds different. But you don’t want to be with any other person in that world other than Kara Danvers. And maybe you can finally return the favor and start to fully be able to understand who she is the way she fully understands who you are.

Your thoughts are pulled back when you notice you had broken eye contact, lost in memories for perhaps a bit too long. Kara looks at you now like she’s going to pass out waiting for you to respond.

“Y/n. Please, please say something.” She begs, a couple tears silently falling down her face, the moisture in her eyes adding to the light and crystalline glow of her sapphire eyes. You blink and look back up at her.

“So…if you’re an alien…y-you can’t get sick?” You ask suddenly. “What?” Kara’s brows crinkle in confusion. “Can you get sick, like I am now?” You clarify and to your happiness, Kara shakes her head.

“No, not normally, but I promise I’ll explain everyth…” You cut her off by throwing your arms around her and locking your lips to hers. Kara gives an adorable startled squeak but then quickly falls into the rhythm and wraps her arms around you lovingly as you deepen the kiss which only stops when you have to turn away to cough into your elbow.

Kara’s gentle hands find their way to your back once more, rubbing it lightly and helping you to breathe normally again. You take your hand in hers. There is a smile on her face but you can tell she was still unsure what you think about her being Supergirl. Guess the kiss wasn’t enough, huh?

You know Kara is smart, perhaps the smartest person you’ve ever met, but when it comes to love, you know all logic is left behind. That’s just what always happens, she is adorably oblivious to all things in the love department. It took you three tries before she finally realized you were trying to ask her on a date when you first met.

You smile as you gaze into Kara’s eyes, gosh you could get lost in them forever. “Kara, I love you.” You start, squeezing her hands gently. “I love you, every bit of you. Alien, powers, superhero, all of it. I think…I think we have a lot to talk about, but I know we can do this together because if you haven’t gotten the gist already, I really really do love you. I’m not planning on giving you up. Ever.”

You finish, the last bit fading out a bit as your voice breaks and you start coughing again. Ugh! Stupid flu. Kara disappears for not even a second and is back with a cool glass of water which you sip gratefully. Huh, maybe this whole girlfriend with superpowers thing is gonna be pretty cool.

Kara looks at you with complete happiness in her eyes and a smile as warm as the sun. “I love you too, y/n. I understand we have a lot to talk about but…Rao—you don’t know how relieved I am to know that you want this to work as much as I do.” She finds your hands and plays with them as she talks, her eyes never breaking contact with yours.

“Thank you for telling me, Kara.” You smile a bit but her’s fades. “I’ve wanted to tell you since the day we met, y/n. I was just worried that knowing my identity would put you in danger, but now I see that I can keep you safer this way.” She explains softly.

“Kara.” You smile wider, blushing a little. “I always feel safe with you. Superhero or not. Whenever I’m, with you, I feel at home.” A few tears fall down her cheeks as her heart swells with love for you. She tries to speak but can’t so her lips just find yours once more instead. You linger a moment before pulling away with a smirk.

“Did I just render the Girl of Steel speechless?” You muse lightly and she laughs as you go to kiss her again but a low buzzing interrupts the moment. Kara leans away, pulling out her phone.

“Shoot.” She sighs, her face falling into a frown. “What’s wrong, love?” You ask, brows equally furrowed. Kara looks back at you with a sad, guilty look on her face. “That was Alex. She said Supergirl is needed at the DEO. I have to go.” She whispers the last part, already standing up.

“Oh, um, okay…wait-what’s the DEO?” You’re pretty sure Kara had once said her sister works for the FBI. You never questioned further. “It’s..well-I’ll explain later, I promise.” Kara says, disappearing and reappearing in the blink of an eye in her super suit. She walks back over to you.

“Will you be okay? The last thing I want is to leave you here alone like this baby.” She puts her hand on the side of your cheek. You offer a small smile. “I’ll be okay, Kara. I understand now that I know who you are. Go be a hero, but promise me you’ll be safe?” Your words are loving and truthful. Kara nods her promise.

“I’ll be as quick as I can. You just rest, alright? If you need me, just call my name. My super-hearing will pick up your voice and Il’’ be back in a flash.” She makes another promise and you nod as she kisses your lips once more.

“Love you.” You whisper against them. “I love you too.” Your girlfriend speaks then is gone, leaving you sitting there with your thoughts. Your mind spinning and thinking about what just happened.

Of course you love Kara with all your heart, so you can’t find it in you to be mad at her. Not even a little bit. You are however, in shock. Your girlfriend is Supergirl. Kara, your Kara is Supergirl. Every time you watch the news and see the heroine defeating a villain or getting beaten by one, that had been her. Your soft girlfriend, the embodiment of a golden retriever with a personality like sunshine is also the strongest, most badass person, or well, alien, on the planet.

You can’t help but feel a sense of pride, but also a feeling of great curiosity. You always had the feeling that Kara wasn’t giving you all of her, which you were happy to dismiss because of how loving and wonderful she is in every other way. Now you know why.

Your heart feels light at your next thought. You can’t wait to get to know this side of her, to fully understand the love of your life to the best extent you can. You yawn, exhausted from the day and from being sick, so you lean back into your fluffy pillows, pull the blankets around you and fall asleep in seconds.

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been asleep for but it definitely doesn’t feel like long enough with the way your head is pounding. You groan at the stabbing pain as suddenly, a huge wave of nausea washes through you and your heartbeat turns rapid. The room spins as you jump out of bed and stumble to the bathroom, collapsing on the tile floor and throwing up into the toilet.

You moan loudly as your stomach clenches with pain before you are throwing up once more. Not thirty seconds later you hear a soft woosh, and immediately after you feel Kara’s calming presence behind you as she kneels down behind you.

She pulls your hair out of your face and holds a steady hand on your back, rubbing slow circles along the damp fabric of your shirt. “You’re okay, love. Just get it all out. I’m right here.” She hums gently in your ear and you can feel your heartbeat begin to slow at the sound of your girlfriend’s soothing voice.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, love.” She adds when you turn more into her comforting hold and she continues to run her hands along your back until you feel the slightest bit better. She tucks you into bed after carrying you there and joins you seconds later.

Wasting no time, you sink into her warmth. You never really took notice of how Kara always seems to run hot, but now you wonder if it’s because she isn’t human. You let out a tired sigh. You really feel like shit, but when Kara starts running her hands through your hair and gently trailing her fingers along your back, you find a little comfort from your flu from her small simple actions.

You start to drift off, almost asleep when Kara speaks, her voice low. “How’s your stomach doing, love?” You hum at her words, not even opening your eyes. “A bit better.” Kara kisses your hair. “Good. We’ll wait a bit longer to see if it settles then we’ll get some food and medicine in you, okay?”

You try to focus on her words but you’re just so tired. With a yawn, you burrow your face more into Kara’s side. “Jus’ wanna sleep.” You murmur. “That’s okay baby. Sleep is good. We can get you medicine later. For now just sleep. I’ll be here, love.” Kara hums and you hold her tighter in response.

“Can you tell me a story? Something happy?” You ask softly. You’re so damn tired and want nothing more than to sleep but you know that’s not going to come easy with how awful you feel and so you really just want to hear Kara’s voice since it always brings you so much comfort.

“Of course babygirl.” You could hear the smile in her voice. “Can I tell you a story from my life before I came to Earth?” She asks, a little hesitantly but you just smile against her.

“I’d love that, Kara. I want to know everything. I want to know you.” You feel her soft lips on your temple before she speaks, low and soothing.

“Well, I’m from the planet Krypton, but before I came to Earth, my father, Zor-El would take me to see dozens of other planets in our solar system. Some covered in sandy whit beaches with glowing purple skies. Some had thick green jungles and the most fascinating wildlife. But my favorite, gosh my favorite was this one planet we would go to often. Just us. It was so peaceful there, the skies has this magnificent glow to them, each sunset an endless stream of colors that you could see for miles….”

You make a mental note to ask more about it when you wake up, but for now, you’re content to just let Kara’s words blur together as you slowly drift back to sleep, knowing that she was there and that with her by your side, nothing bad will ever happen. Not even a stupid little flu can get you down.

[gleefullypolin]

My top 10 ships

I haven't done this in forever, and I was bored and didn't feel like working so.....felt like an appropriate thing to do instead.

My top 10 ships!

#1 Polin - Bridgerton

Did you really anticipate anyone else being at my top spot? Friends to lovers....Swoon! They have my heart, soul, and life. I literally love a girl who knows what she wants and a man who loves the fuck out of her like no other so this is like porn and comfort. Give me everything tonight and more!

#2 Captain Swan - OUAT

If you aren't going to give me friends to lovers, I'll move over to Enemies and find my kind because holy hot out of hell, there is nothing better than Captain Hook and his smolder winning over Emma Swan. Fuck that man can burn! Years after that show ended and I can still sit in them and ruminate and catch myself on fire.

#3 Clois - Smallville

There have been a lot of different Lois and Clark's out there, but none have been Erica Durance and Tom Welling. I've never been so happy and angry with a show in all my life. I used to wish so much against Lana Lang that I am embarrassed my own behavior. But I truly loved the banter and way these two brought these characters to live. It was marvelous.

#4 Reylo - Star Wars

Being a Reylo shipper was like being sentenced to death and hell all at the same time for many years. We were bullied, tortured, shat on, and then given everything we wanted in 30 seconds only for them to fucking KILL HIM after a sacrifice. I have never both smiled, cried, and then curled into a ball in a theater so quickly that I wanted to die before. Even my family ridiculed me. It was torture but I still live there. I still ship it and you cannot make me stop!!

#5 Fitzsimmons - Agents of Shield

The brilliant science couple put through so much that even they thought they were cursed. Pushed to find each other across time and space, kidnapped into a matrix, forced to fight one another, half the couple killed, duplicate versions of themselves, but champions of the hug, star crossed and so full of love. Friends to lovers, he fell first, she fell harder and GOD I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!

#6 Starpollo - Battlestar Galactica

A couple who knew how to tear out my heart, throw it to the ground, and then trample it with their feet to ashes. While Lee and Kara were not destined to end up together, they damn sure made it hard not to want them to find a way. They truly loved each other more than anyone they were with in the show, but guilt always found a way to fuck that up for them. God it hurt to love you two.

#7 Romanogers - Marvel Universe

Let's talk crack ships because oh how they break your heart. But it is glorious. This one is mine. I will forever love Nat and Steve and I will live in the space and time that they were on the road together living their lives without a banner. Because you can't tell me what they got up to! I refuse to believe you! But let's not talk about how it all ended because my heart still hurts and I don't like to talk about it!

#8 Finchel - Glee

Since I'm already ripping my heart out, let's go all the way with it. Finchel has always been that ship that tears my heart to shreds. I was all in from the characters to the actors and I'll never honestly get over it. I'll probably always bleed Finn and Rachel, Cory and Lea. And I'll never be able to talk about it to normal people. It was something I lived, breathed, and honestly part of me died with. So I think that's enough of that.

#9 Caryl - The Walking Dead

You can call this whatever it is, some say crack ship, I say...otherwise. It's my ship of ships for TWD. It's my coming home ship. Because that's what they are to each other. They are love. No one tell me otherwise, I live there, I love there. So do they. Deal with it.

#10 Roschel - Friends

Look, say what you want, but I stayed home on Thursday nights just to watch whether they would or wouldn't. Nothing grabbed me like these two. They were lobsters, they were on a break, I didn't give a fuck what it was, only that they had me in a chokehold and that's what I realized what shipping was. Because dammit, I wanted whatever feeling it was. And thus the 9 people above because the passion I sought. So bless it, they needed to be here.

And there you have it, my top 10 ships! Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to add your own :)

[halaa-mua]

Some "after the revolution" dbh headcanons

Hey yall! it's me and it has been like million years since I have written anything on here, but yea here I am! I will start writing headcanons and stuff like that again to keep my english at least decent, since im not at school atm. Anyways enough yapping, hope that u will enjoy! <3

Markus:

After the revolution he became very known (obviously) and people either really like him or really don't, so he has to be aware his surroundings. For example once a guy tried to drive over him on purpose with a car when he was crossing the road. He understands that people still have some issues with androids, but the fact that there are still people that want to hurt androids... it just makes him very sad and angry.

Because of that incident for example Markus preferes indoors. He can paint etc. and that makes him happy. He also hangs out with his Jericho friends and Connor and Kara. Thats enough for him.

But on the other side he has had good interactions and stuff like that with humans. Once a human lady came up to him and thanked him for starting the revolution. Markus asked her cuoriously asked her why she was so thankful the lady said that she had a little android boy. She loved him more than anything and she and her android son were so so scared once humans started to destroy androids but because of his peacful mindsett, they can still be together.

That interraction makes him feel warm and happy.

Connor:

After the revolution Connor became more aware of his feelings.

He had a lot to learn. For instance anxiety, Connor hates anxiety. He became very anxious about his current life after the revolution. Yes he still investigates android cases with Hank, but he has so much more free time etc.

Like he can do anything, but its hard to decide what. He can coock for Hank, he can clean his place, go for a walk with Sumo.. but what does he actually want to do?

He is afraid of the future too. Hank will die, Sumo will die.. whats the purpose of anything after that?

Once he gets these kind of thoughts Hank notices them imedieatly. He is not good with these kind of things but he still manages to get Connor more relaxed.

Hank knows that when he is dead Connor will be absolutely broken. He does these future plan things with Connor when he is not anxious. Connor has thought that he could stay with Kara, Luther and Alice or he could move with Markus and the gang. It's not the end of the world.

But still, he will miss Hank so so much.

Kara:

After the revolution Kara has more time for herself, so she picked a new hobby for herself: knitting

She just knits and knits. Sweaters? Kara can do it! socks? Yes! Scarfs? Wait a sec!

Alice has so many sweaters that Kara has made for her. Like she has a sweater in every color.

Alice loves them and wears them with pride!

Kara does sweaters, socks etc. to Luther as well! She just has to have a lot of yarn when she knits something form him, because of his size.

Like Alice, Luther is so thankful of every piece of clothing that kara makes.

Kara knits socks to little human children and gives them for free to those in need

Alice and Luther often remind Kara to do also something for herself, but she is bad at remembering herself.

She is just glad to do something that makes herself and others happy

[obliviouskara]

top 5 supergirl episodes?

full disclosure i haven't seen the entirety of supergirl (ive literally only seen like 7 eps & its all season 1) so this list will probably change over time (bc im starting to painstakingly watch the show - imagine slowburn but watching a series) however ive watched like a ridiculous amount of supercorp edits so im going to base my choices on the parts where supercorp exist ha!

5. Season 1 - Red Faced

this would probably be the only none supercorp related yet still somehow my personal fave for a few reasons. i love this scene in particular bc it shows that cat grant cares for kara and what cat says here is very relatable. no matter how harsh cat can be at times, cat was a girl's girl here. she gave an advice which was helpful to both supergirl and kara. she had every right to rip kara viciously apart but instead she took a completely different route. i like the line she says here.

"You really need to figure out what's really bothering you." "You really need to find that anger behind the anger. And you really need to figure out what's really making you mad."

i think this was also the ep where kara acknowledged where some of the anger was coming from. even with zero dialogue and with mel's incredible acting skills she was able to convey so much emotions during that scene where she releases all her anger towards the red tornato. From losing her parents, losing her planet —her home, for losing everything and maybe even angry with her parents for the choices they made for her. it was such an incredible and very emotional scene.

im putting the rest in read more bc of how unnecessarily long this post has become

4. Season 2 - "The Adventures of Supergirl"

this should be easy. this was the first time kara met lena and changed the trajectory of every queer person watching this show and lena first delivered the first of many many questionably fruity (gay) lines fjlkajdla

"You couldn't have fooled me."

also bc of this scene thank you very much

3. Season 2 - "Luthors"

if there is one particular scene that convinced me to even give supergirl the time of day its obvs this one and lena "suspiciously straight" luthor delivered one of the most iconic lines on television in my opinion and now forever engraved in my mind. let's not forget lcorp CEO lena luthor took the time of day to fill catco employee kara danver's office with flowers like it's a regular tuesday but oh well

"now you'll have someone to stand up for you. always" "supergirl might have saved me but kara danvers, you are my hero."

screaming, crying, throwing up

2. Season 2 - "Exodus"

tada! i mean, look at it! how heroic! i also find it funny how grateful and confused lena was that kara danvers was having coffee with supergirl late at night but still

Season 2 - Ace Reporter

so this isnt at all groundbreaking bc honestly, 5 isn't enough and anything that has supercorp will be my favorite even though again i havent seen the rest of supergirl yet but we're ignoring canon so we're ignoring that fact too. i think this was the ep where kara was comforting lean about jack's death. i personally have a love and hate relationship towards this scene for many reasons but im a sucker for supercorp and there was a clip where kara hesitated and looked like she was about to plant a kiss on lena's head but then hugged her instead and i think its beautiful and im a sucker for kara leaning in towards lena

BONUS:

im too lazy to figure out where these clips are from which episode but this. i love every scene and its more like these below are my reasons for watching supergirl and has nothing to do with being my top 5 bwahaha

oh did i mention i also happen to have a weird obsession with superrojas i will not rest until i reach the ep where andrea rojas exist

[lbulldesigns]

AITAH For accusing my former best friend of trying to break up my relationship, and promptly ending our thirteen-year long friendship?

Posted 18th of May, 2021

I (18 M) need some outside opinions.

Background information. I have been best friends with Pow (18 F) since we were six, I first met her when my Godfather Benny introduced me to his best friend's newly adopted daughters. Both girls had been in the foster system for nearly a year after their parents died, and were lucky enough to get adopted out by their Godfather Van after he was able to track them down and prove to the courts and children's services that he was a safe option.

At first, I was a little intimidated by the older sister, we'll call her Daisy (she's named after a flower and I don't think she'll appreciate me using her real name) because she seemed angry at everyone but quickly put on a friendlier face when she saw how nervous I was.

When I saw Pow, I felt an instant attraction to her (not romantically, I was just interested in how pretty her blue hair was) and ended up spending our first encounter trying to get her to open up and talk to me. She was traumatized by the past year and had turned silent as a result. I felt so proud when I finally got her to smile and giggle, we became thick as thieves afterward, she was my best friend.

We shared everything together, our interest in academics, such as art, mathematics, video games, dancing, robotics, computers, and later DND.

There were some things we did separately. Pow competed in gymnastics, and I would take part in skateboarding competitions. And without fail always came to each other's thing to show our support.

Pow had some difficulties with her older brother Lo (fake name), he constantly took his frustrations out on her and everyone pretty much gave up on him ever getting a clue and stopping. So, we all tried to get Pow to stand up for herself, we figured if she stood up to her "bully" then he would learn to back off. However, Pow was a shy one and never spoke up for herself. As a result, she was hesitant around others and had difficulty making any friends outside of myself.

This became more apparent once we got to high school. We had a few classes away from each other and in these classes, I made some new friends, from there I got convinced to join the basketball team when some of my new friends told me it could help with my college perspectives. In lieu I convinced Pow to try out for the cheerleading squad, as per my new friends' advice, I made it onto the basketball team but Pow didn't make it onto the squad which I was surprised by because she's a pretty decent dancer.

Because I was on the basketball team, I wasn't able to participate in most of the same clubs as Pow and ended up moving on from these interests to focus more on my future, which is understandable because I can't spend every day playing make-believe anymore.

Pow was set in her ways however and seemed to want to continue playing make-believe and seemed determined to hate my new friends. She constantly avoided them and would rather sit alone during lunch than hang around me when they were around, she would always get a sour look on her face whenever they were around me (which was a lot of the time) and would decline invitations to hang out with them, she made no effort to get to know them properly and this hurt. But I still persisted with our friendship because, despite everything, I do care for her.

And then I met my now GF Kara (not her real name), Kara is sweet and funny, she writes me poems and little love notes with cute little love hearts and takes her academic future seriously. She has been trying to convince me that my friendship with Pow is toxic and understands why I couldn't just end the friendship but says that I wouldn't be the bad guy if I did.

I would get uncomfortable whenever she brought this up, but more and more recently I began to see things from Kara's perspective, albeit guiltily. I brought up my concerns with Daisy and her GF, and they were convinced that Pow is probably a bit possessive considering their own problems with her. Pow hates Cat (the GF) and even made her cry after Cat made an offhanded comment about law enforcement that seemed to trigger her. Daisy promised to speak to Pow about everything after everything between them had cooled down, she and Daisy got into a massive blowup about making Cat cry, something that Cat was feeling seriously guilty about.

So, when, three days after Kara and I decided to become official, Pow pulled me aside during lunch and confessed that she "loved me" and didn't want to just be friends anymore. I lost it.

I actually shouted at her in the middle of the lunch crowd and shamed her in front of the whole school. I called her a "possessive psychopath" who can't let anyone be happy, she pretended to look confused and asked what I was talking about, and I reminded her I was in a relationship as in I have a girlfriend. She managed to conjure up some tears and said that she didn't know, but I wasn't falling for it. I flat out, told her that I was done with her and this "friendship" and left her standing there.

At the time I couldn't feel anything but angry, and vindicated. My friends were laughing and joking about the situation, and Kara was super cuddly with me and kept asking me if I was okay and saying that I didn't do anything that wasn't due.

But now I'm questioning myself, with the anger cooled off. All I can see is Pow's sad doe-eyed look and the sound of the rest of the school snickering at her. She didn't turn up for classes for the rest of the day, and on my way home I heard a group of girls sl** shaming her.

Zer, my one new friend that Pow actually gets along with, called me an AH, and she thought I was a better person than that, and that she was now reconsidering her friendship with me.

So, Reddit. AITAH for ending a toxic relationship?

(This is a fanfic, please read tags)