#nia oh my god i love you so much

[wwwj1ncom]

OH MY GAWDDDDDDD 😭😭🕺🕺💖💖🕺🤗💖💖💖

hi nia! if you're still taking requests, could i ask for something dreamnap?

dreamnap default pose

[mamisfavmosher]

hear me out rhea x southern!reader. like reader is from DEEP in the south and rhea can’t understand her sometimes

hehehe i have some deep tennessee roots in me so i absolutely love this!

i just did some bullet points of certain sayings and scenarios i think would happen :))

sweetie from the south // rhea ripley x fem!reader

"you done started pissin' me off, Rhea. i swear we can't have anything nice in this house." you huffed as rhea broke yet another object, determined to prove her ultimate strength to you.

"lord help me"

"Rhea, god willing and the creek don't rise, I think you're gonna be WWE's biggest star yet!" you exclaimed, kissing her cheek. "What creek?" She asked, confused.

"there really ain't nothing to it, Rhea. I know you drank the last of my Kool-Aid!" "i needed something sweet and you put loads of sugar in there!" She defended herself.

"hurry up! I swear you're movin' slower than molasses over there!" you hollered at Rhea as she took her sweet time fixing her hair.

"babydoll, how much hairspray do you need?" rhea asked, walking up behind you. "you know what Dolly always says, the higher the hair the closer to God!" you smiled at her through the mirror and continued your never ending spritz of hairspray.

"oh my sweet heavens! Rhea!!" you clutched a hand over your chest as Rhea stumbled backstage with bruised ribs after Nia Jax's attack.

"well, butter me up and call me a biscuit, it is hot out here." you huffed, hands on your hips. Rhea admired you from behind, taking in the view of you in your bikini at the beach. "I'll butter you up, don't have to tell me twice. C'mere, baby." She said and pulled you to her, a cheeky grin on her face as she held up the sunscreen.

"It's just so frustrating, you know?" rhea ended her angry rant about some annoying person at work. "you're preachin to the choir, baby." you agreed with her rant casually.

"how long is the party gonna take?" Rhea asked, smugly observing your outfit as you fixed your makeup in the mirror. "Till the cows come home, probably." You shrugged, spritzing perfume on your neck. "Cows? You're bringing cows home?! Babe, maybe you shouldn't go-" Rhea looked alarmed as she quickly blocked the doorway. "I am not bringin' cows home, rhea! It's just an expression." you giggled.

"you're glowin', sugar! look at you! grinnin' like a possum eating' a sweet tater!" you hugged rhea as she came out of the bathroom in a pretty black dress. A strong look of confusion crossed her face, "a possum? i hope that's a compliment." She shrugged. "Well, you missed the rest of it! A possum eatin' a sweet tater! Means you look happy." you gave her a sweet smile and pecked her lips. "I'm always happy around you, babe."

"pretty as a peach, mami!" you commented on her appearance when she came out of the bedroom one day. "Pretty as a peach? What's that supposed to mean?" She chuckled. "Ya' know... you're lookin' prettier than a glob of butter meltin' on a stack of wheat cakes!" you exclaimed. "Babe... what?" Her face said it all. She was so confused. "It means you look dazzlin', sugar. Now, c'mon, let's go!"

i loved this, i could definitely do more at some point if anyone wanted it

[rubywonu]

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 - 𝘅𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗼

summary: in which minghao flirted with a woman at an art exhibition without realizing that she was the artist.

pairing: xu minghao x fem!reader

genre: meet cute, museum au!.

warnings: talks about struggles people face in life, kinds sad?

w/c: 0.9k

nia’s notes: i do not know where i was going with this, it may be rushed, idek anymore. but enjoy!!

this is part of cutetober!

if anyone knew minghao it was because of his crazy love for paintings and art museums. so it didn't come as a surprise when minghao decided to spend an entire day at the 'everything falls' art exhibition by yn.

even if someone was slightly interested in art, they knew of yn. so when the opportunity to visit one of your exhibitions minghao rushed to the museum. it always amused him how everyone knew of your name but not your face.

minghao walked inside the museum and just by seeing the hue of orange and brown in his peripheral view, he was sure that today was going to be amazing.

minghao slowly walked over to the first painting, basking in all the emotions. the first painting showed leaves falling from the sky, each of them more dry than the previous one. minghao took a look at the name of the painting, 'as time flies'. it was obvious what the painting was conveying but the way it portrayed the message intrigued minghao.

minghao walked to the next painting and his mouth was wide open. painted on the canvas, was a woman, her back bare as she stared at multiple mirrors, each being broken in different ways and the women in the mirrors being older or younger than another.

now minghao had gone to his share of muesems and exhibitions but they never had such a mind-blowing way to convey one's emotions.

"failed and flawed." minghao turned his head to the woman walking towards him. "it's my favorite painting." it was an understatement to say that the woman walking towards minghao was pretty, in his eyes that woman was drop-dead gorgeous.

"i haven't seen any more of them but this has to be the best one so far." minghao turned back to the canvas and each time he looked at it, a new meaning behind it evoked in him. "what's your interpretation?"

"my interpretation is that this young woman looks at herself through different eras of her life and she remembers all her failed attempts in life and how her life was flawed but they calm down after she realizes the beauty of the falls in her life." you finished still looking at the painting in front of you, minghao's eyes never left you though.

he never thought about it like that and it made so much more sense now that he understood yet another version of it. "it makes so much more sense after having a beautiful woman explain it to me."

if minghao could, he wanted to slap his face. he didn't know why he said that and more importantly he was worried how you would take the spontaneous flirting. to his surprise, you laughed and played along. "i hope so, i don't explain my thoughts about my paintings to anyone, you know."

just as minghao was going to continue, he stopped right in his tracks. "my paintings? what does that mean."

you smiled and turned towards minghao, putting your hand out for him to shake. "im yn, the artist of the 'everything fall' collection."

minghao's mouth for the second time that day was wide open. "oh my god." he rushed to shake your hand.

"you're yn? that's amazing. i love your work. and about the flirting im so sorry. minghao what were you thinking?" minghao started to ramble and it added to your entertainment as you laughed.

"it's alright. i actually enjoyed it, to be honest." you smiled at him, and minghao felt like the world was going to end. you looked like you deserved your own painting, you were stunning.

"if it's alright to ask you, what was your inspiration for such an intriguing collection." minghao asked you the question you tried to avoid for the evening but you wanted to spill it all out to him, he felt comfortable.

"it's ok, just don't sell it to a publisher." you joked around and minghao cracked a smile at your answer. "last year, i took a trip around the country and visited a bunch of villages. during my stay, i met a group of women from different places who told me about their lives and the lessons they learned during their time on this planet. they told me about incidents that changed the trajectory of their lives either for the better or worse. that's why i chose to paint this, i chose to express their grief in brush strokes and paint, i guess while listening to them, i found out about the struggles in my life as well, either i didn't want to confront them or i never knew they existed."

"if you look at all the paintings you can see how mellow the messages behind the paintings get. it starts off rough and dark but as you walk by the pictures you can the gradual calm settling in, it shows the emotions that people feel when negativity strikes their lives. it shows the way people deal with those emotions." you finished your little speech and minghao was awestruck.

you talked about your paintings and minghao felt like he could listen to them forever. although it was your first meeting, minghao felt like the two of you met a long time back, it felt like the two of you shared the same soul.

you didn't realize then but for the rest of your life, you and minghao would go on for hours about your interpretation of paintings. the only thing that changed was that instead of being strangers, the both of you would be soulmates, and the both of you would fall deep in love all because of some paintings.

taglist: @caratlibrary . @caratsland . @kflixnet . @jyiiscool . @readingaddict420 . @pixieskie . @@anemoiant . @horanghae8 . @boooooseun . @wonwooz1 . @xomingyu . @bangchansbae .@weird-bookworm .

[hheeluv]

the fact he started spamming on weverse while i was reading this is kinda funny

Needy Girl | Y.JW

「pairing」 : bf!jungwon x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.4k

「synopsis」 : jungwon had invited you over just to spend his time studying while you sat on his bed, watching him. after growing bored, you came up with the perfect plan to distract him, and it worked, just not how you anticipated.

「genre」 : smut

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, oral (m. receiving), slight fingering, cum eating, face fucking, petnames (doll, babe...), slight choking, small amount of unprotected sex at the end, derogatory names (slut, whore...), degradation, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : this was originally supposed to be a hard thought because of this picture, but my inability to write anything small strikes once again... also this is for the lovely nia (@intromortal) as payback for those links you sent in the gc :>

You started to wonder why your boyfriend even invited you over to his dorm if all he was going to do was focus on his studies. Maybe it was because he just wanted your company, but you weren't sure. 

However, what you did know was that you were getting bored and needy, having been deprived of your boyfriend's touch all week due to finals. Just when you thought you would finally get your boyfriend's touch, kiss, dick. It was pulled out of your reach once more. 

"Wonnie..." you whined out once more, draping your arms over his shoulder, face buried in his neck. "When are you gonna be done? I'm bored." 

Jungwon sighed, dropping the pen that sat between his fingers to grab your wandering hands. His eyes closed, trying to keep his cool. In the span of just two hours, you had distracted him countless times.

"Doll, I told you that I'd be all yours as soon as I was done." He spoke with a tinge of annoyance in his tone. Pouting, you pulled your face out of his neck and rested your chin on his shoulder. 

"But you've been studying for the past two hours. Can't you take a break?" you grumbled, fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt.

Jungwon inhaled deeply, pulling your hands away from his body and pushing you back a bit. His actions caused you to glare at him, and you started to grow annoyed. 

"This exam is important, y/n. I can't waste any time lounging around." He didn't even spare you a glance as he picked his pen back up and returned to the textbook that lay before him. 

Biting your tongue, you stomped back over to the bed and flopped down with a huff. Staring at the ceiling, you thought about what you could do. Going home was always an option, but that seemed like the easy way out. 

No, you wanted to get your boyfriend's attention regardless of how you went about it. 

Turning your head, your eyes landed on your boyfriend's slouched form. The pen was hanging from his lips as he read something, and he looked lost in thought. Your eyes then trailed down to his bouncing thigh, the motion bringing back memories of when he would make you ride his thigh. The images make you squeeze your thighs together, your panties growing wet. 

Your eyes then go to the slight tent in his sweatpants, and your mouth wateres at the sight. Just then, an idea pops into your mind, causing you to sit up, a smirk tugging on the corner of your lips. 

Getting off of the bed, you slowly make your way over to Jungwon's desk, trying not to gain his attention. Which with some kind of miracle that you hadn't. 

Dropping to your knees, you crawled under the desk, making sure not to touch him just yet. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you move between his spread legs, hands falling on his thighs. Jungwon let out a sharp gasp, his body jolting at your touch.

"What are you doing, babe?" his voice was strained. His eyes fell on you as he pushed his chair back slightly.

You just gave him an innocent smile, "Don't worry about me; go back to your studying since it's so important."

Jungwon bit his tongue as your hands wandered up his thighs, dangerously close to his clothed dick. He tried his best to ignore your antics while he went back to his papers. However, your fingers slipping past the waistband of his sweats was very, very distracting. 

Your fingertips were cold on his skin as you tugged the fabric down until his semi-hard dick was pulled from its confines. A choked groan was pulled from his lips as you wrapped your fingers around him, pumping languidly. His hips bucked into your hand as your thumb brushed over his tip, a deep groan falling from his lips. 

Then your movements stopped, causing him to look down at you with furrowed eyebrows and question why you had stopped. 

"Focus on your work won," your tone was flat as you brought your face closer to his hardening dick. 

"How am I supposed to focus when you're- fuck." his body shivered when you pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, licking a long stripe up to his tip, "when you got your pretty mouth on my dick?"

Humming at the slight taste of his pre-cum, the vibrations making Jungwon's thighs tense, eyes rolling back slightly. 

You couldn't help but smirk internally, knowing you had him in the palm of your hand. Watching as his head falls back when you wrap your cherry red lips around his tip, sucking lightly. 

"F-Fuckkk!" Jungwon's fingers dropped the pen before threading through your hair, keeping your mouth on him. 

Your thighs squeezed together at the feeling of him growing harder in your mouth. Your panties were soaked through with arousal under your miniskirt, begging for attention. 

A muffled whine vibrated around Jungwon's cock as your fingers slipped under your skirt, toying with your clit. Tilting his head back up, jungwon's hooded eyes fell back on you, taking in your closed eyes and flushed face, but then he noticed where your other hand was.

"Are you touching yourself?" he growled, hand pushing your head down until his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag, the construction of your throat making him groan. "such an impatient little slut."

Tears brimmed in your eyes as his hips bucked up into your mouth, his hands keeping your head in place. Your nails dug into his thighs as you pulled away from your pussy. 

"Shit..." jungwon breathed out, head falling back once more as he continued to fuck your throat, soaking in all of your incoherent noises and gargles as you choked on his dick.

Your eyes rolled back as you pressed your tongue to the underside of his throbbing dick, humming softly. The vibrations caused the dark-haired male's body to shiver, a deep, guttural groan falling from his parted lips. 

"Fuck 'm gonna cum, yeah," he thrusts his hips up further, making you choke even more on his dick, tears streaming down your face to mix with the spit and pre-cum that covered your chin. "Since you're such a needy whore, you better take it all." he hissed, bucking his hips one last time before he spilled his seed deep in your throat. 

You tried to swallow as much as you could, but his tip continuously hitting the back of your throat as he rolled his hips made it quite hard to do so. Resulting in some spilling past your lips and down your chin before dripping onto your chest. 

With a few more small thrusts, Jungwon finally pulled you off of his cock, allowing you to breathe. Pushing himself away from the desk, he took in your disheveled appearance. Your hair was messy while your face was covered in tears, spit, and cum. Your eyes, however, still looked at him with need, causing him to smirk. 

Spreading his legs, he took his semi-hard dick in his hand, pumping slowly, using your saliva and his cum as a lubricant. Titling his head slightly, he looked at you with a sinister gleam in his eye, motioning for you to come forward.

"Get up here and ride me like the desperate, needy slut that you are." His words stung in all the good ways, only leaving you dripping in your panties even more. Scrambling to your feet, you quickly straddle his lap, hands on his shoulders. 

Lifting your hips, you reach down to move your panties to the side, far too desperate to take them off. Jungwon then lined the tip of his dick with your dripping entrance, but his grip on your hip kept you from sinking down onto him. You started to let out a whine but were quickly silenced when his hand wrapped around your neck, pulling your face closer to his.

"And you better not cum until I tell you to, got that doll?" he growled, his warm breath fanning over your wet face. You were quick to nod, keeping your eyes on him, but they soon rolled to the back of your head as he pulled you down onto him in one fell swoop, a choked moan tearing from your lungs.

You didn't move for a moment, trying to adjust, but jungwon was far too impatient and rolled his hips into yours, pulling a high-pitched moan from your lips. His hands find your ass underneath your skirt, squeezing harshly.

"Better get to work, or you won't be cumming anytime soon," he smirked as he watched you struggle to ride him, already knowing it was going to be a long night.

@alvojake | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

[elliesflower]

what's love? [ellie williams]

pairing; ellie x gn!reader

cw; angst, ellie and reader in a situationship(kinda), post-golf incident (joel mentioned), slightly au (still set in jackson, ellie never went to seattle), ellie doesn't open up ab her feelings :(

an; hello! first off, rest easy to one of the greatest to ever do it, miss tina herself. while listening to her today i felt like this song was very ellie-coded tbh nd i haven't been great lately nd just wanted to throw something angsty together for my baby girl :( (i know the song's vibe doesn't necessarily match the story's vibe but i'm meaning more the lyrics). also this is more from ellie's pov so reader is gn and has absolutely no physical descriptors!!

no smut, but like all my content please 18+ only, mdni!!!

Three little words. 

One big problem. 

What is it?

“Is this the end?” 

No, not those ones. It was something else, painful, and always dancing at the tip of her tongue, making tiny beads of sweat prick at her palms and a ball of trepidation sink to the pit of her stomach. They were cursed words, seldom given thought, and never spoken aloud. The underlying topic of ninety percent of all songs ever written, and movies produced—it was cruel, really, how there was no escaping it. 

“This can’t be the end…” 

Vision blurred by the thoughts of a thousand demons, Ellie muttered back into the void. 

“It’s not,” and her voice was so quiet, it very well could have been the wind pestering the trees outside her window. 

“It’s not…?”

Oh. Right. 

Movie. 

Your legs shifted under the shared blanket, and Ellie’s eyes refocused onto your folded hands in your lap. 

“Is there a second movie, or something?” Your voice was trembling only slightly, the emotional turmoil of the last twenty minutes of the movie lacing your words. 

Ellie shook her head again, as if it would shake her brain right out. She couldn’t help but to feel bad, having practically abandoned the movie as she stewed in her own emotions. There were so many of them, fighting to get out, clawing her insides every time she looked at your face for too long.

“Sorry,” she could blame her watery eyes on the movie. Push aside her feelings. Again. “No, there’s no second one. I wish there was, though.”

Ellie wasn’t much like an open book. Or, I guess she was a very specific kind of book. That one you fell in love with based on the dust jacket description, with her complex words and inexplicit detail, but every time you’d pull it down to read, something stopped you. Life gets in the way. You’d tried and tried, oh god have you tried, to open her up; to wear her down, pressing on her spine and dog-earing her pages, keeping her infrequent tipsy confessions and three-am sleep deprived rants in the back of your mind like a filing cabinet. Pushing, but never pressuring. Ellie didn’t like pressure. 

“S’okay,” your voice was always soft with her. Couldn’t be loud, couldn’t scare her away, because Ellie Williams could fucking run. Away from her problems, as fast as her legs could carry her and as far as her heart would let her. Despite her alienation, the empty bed permanently rooted in the hardwood of Joel’s house kept her coming back. “Did y’wanna watch anything else? I’m kinda tired.” 

Even the softness of your voice couldn’t conceal your hurt, that she was shutting down. Closing you off. Keeping you at a distance. Her heart twinged, but she couldn’t look at you. She looked down at her outstretched legs, the off-white blanket cascading over them, the piece of dust she could see out of the corner of her eye. Anything. Except you. She felt cold, but your body was warm, radiating and making her shift toward you subconsciously. She hated it. 

Why is hate so much easier to express?

“You have patrol tomorrow?” It was easier to just get technical, sometimes. You nodded, before stretching your arms over your head, a yawn escaping you. “Gotta be up at four. Wesley and Nia have the flu or something, so we have to head out early to swing by their posts, too.” Ellie nodded, absentmindedly picking at her cuticles. Ignoring the sweet smell of vanilla that emanated from your body as your arms went over your head. 

She was so proud of herself when she found you that bar soap out on patrol, neatly tucked away in a dusty white vanity. You were so happy, so grateful, always so grateful that she was thinking of you. That she perceived you in such a way.

And she almost fucking said it, that night. Almost ruined everything. Those three little words. She was high, probably on some weed, but also on how your eyes sparkled when you were happy, the way your eyes crinkled slightly at the corners and you shifted your body weight side-to-side excitedly. Your emotions were quite obvious, most of the time. It made Ellie want to cry. 

“That sucks,” she mumbled, and she couldn’t help it now. You were like a magnet, she was sliding down against the pillows, watching the credits roll on the small screen past the end of her bed. She could hear you breathing, deep and careful. On edge. Why were you so on edge?

“It does,” you agreed. Ellie didn’t look away from the screen. Sinking, slowly, slowly, slower...her head was resting near your rib cage, now. She could feel you breathing. And she felt you slide down to match her position, turning your body to face her, silently and without explanation. It was better that way. 

“You’ll sleep here tonight?” And it felt strangled, coming out of her throat. She didn’t need to say anything, though. Of course you were sleeping in her bed. Tonight, and the night before that, and before that…but she felt you nod against her side, and her arm slid up to allow you access to her chest. No explanation. Ellie was really bad at explaining. 

“You’re cold,” your voice was muffled against the fabric of her gray hoodie. Ellie almost smiled. Almost. 

“You’re warm,” she retorted, and she feels your heart pulse faster against the skin of your back. The movie’s end credits became the soundtrack to the night. Soft and pensive. Like you. 

Ellie watched as your breathing eventually slowed, your shoulders rising and falling rhythmically as you drifted away into sleep. She was always jealous of that, though of course, like everything else, she’d never admit it—how your tiredness always let you drift into a blissful dreamland, your right hand twitching where it usually sat curled loosely atop her chest as you slept. You moved a lot, she noticed, and talked sometimes, too. Sleep didn’t come easy to people like Ellie. 

And so, she was absolutely, positively, awake and conscious when you let out a breathy sigh in your sleep, legs twitching slightly against her bottom half before settling back into her chest. A whisper escaped your lips, so sweet it may have been laced with vanilla, too. 

“I love you…” 

But this time, Ellie couldn’t stop her tears.

[lonelydiary]

17. Family

It was just an ordinary game night. Except Kara was sure something was...unusual. Yes, there was as always the pitter-patter of her neighbors minding their usual business, the low dull of the city going to sleep, steady heartbeats of her two favorite people in the whole world: Lena and Alex. And yet there was something, something... Ah, yes, there it is - the small flutter of wings. She thought it could be a hummingbird, but they rarely can be seen in National City. When what is it? This sound was making her curious for quite a bit now.

"Guys, have you heard anything strange or unusual lately?" she asked her friends in hope to find an answer.

"No, I haven't. Even my dreams weren't bad lately" said Nia.

"Me neither" said Brainy "Everything is quite the same"

"What do you mean, Kara?" asked her sister anxiously "Have you heard something or is something off for you?"

"No! No, nothing drastic or catastrophic. There is this small noise I keep hearing lately, though, and I'm wondering if..."

"Oh God... Oh my God, I think I know what is it." said Lena, visibly shaken. "I just thought I will make some test first to be a hundred percent sure, but now I don't need them, I guess..."

"Lena, honey, please don't scare me now, what is it?"

"Darling, I am pregnant. I was suspicious for a couple of weeks, but you just confirmed it by hearing our baby's heartbeat." Lena didn't notice, how a couple of traitorous tears were sliding down her cheeks."I'm sorry, I didn't tell you earlier"

"I think it's our clue to leave them alone now" Kelly was as diplomatic as always.

"Yes, but don't even think about hiding after these news, I wanna know everything. Can't believe I'm gonna be an aunt!" Alex couldn't contain her excitement.

When they were finally alone, Kara had put her hand on her wife's cheek and said softly "I cant believe this is real. We were trying for months now, love, and I couldn't even recognize their heartbeat! I feel so silly now..."

"Please don't, darling, the blame is on me, for not realizing sooner"

"Ok, let's not blame anyone. Let's just enjoy this moment together. This is such a precious gift! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Kara gave her love a sweet kiss.

"I love you" with Lena's smile you could light up a whole world. Kara's world.

"I love you more. And I love them already" was her wife's teary answer.

Yes, sometimes family is something you create with other people, rather than the people you grew up with. And it could be so much better.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Sister, Sister: After the End

When Eliza invites the entire family to Midvale over Easter weekend, none of them offer a single squeak of protest. It's been a long few weeks of working on their own endeavors, with only infrequent, hectic teamups between them.

It's nice, Lena decides after dinner the first night. The warmth, the easy familiarity that sinks in as though it never left. But even so, she's grateful for a spare moment to snag a blanket and go out to the dunes, where waves crash steadily against the quiet of darkness.

She spreads the blanket out and lays back, folding her hands over her ribcage. Her magic fills her these days, and she can feel the power of the ocean tugging at her, as though inviting her to join its current. She can also feel the shifting energy of the sand beneath the blanket, and the sway of the reeds that obscure her from the view of the house.

She's not too difficult to find though, as footsteps whisper through the sand towards her. Lena closes her eyes, biting the smidge of irritation that creeps up on her unexpectedly.

"I'm fine," she issues pre-emptively. Kara settles down on the blanket next to her.

"Didn't think you weren't."

Lena's eyes snap open as her head whips towards Nia's voice. Not Kara.

She huffs a laugh. "Sorry," she offers readily. "Thought you were someone else."

"Mhmm," Nia returns. "Considering she's the only one able to get hold of you these days."

Lena grimaces. "I know, I'm sorry--"

"Me too," Nia assures her of no hard feelings. "I could have done more to make it happen. It's just been..."

"Busy."

"Yeah. It's a little crazy to think about, you know? I'm doing more as Dreamer for the foundation than I am as a crime fighter or whatever. And you're back to being on top--"

Lena scoffs a laugh that turns into a giggle as she turns her head to look at Nia. It takes a moment to click.

"Oh--! Lena! You know that's not what I meant!"

The light smack to Lena's ribcage only earns a throatier laugh. Nia joins in with a giggle of her own, and they laugh for a long moment before calming.

"I know what you mean," Lena concedes after a heavy sigh, returning to the moment. "The foundation is everything I hoped it would be, but--"

"It's different." Nia turns her head, and Lena echoes the movement to meet her gaze.

She nods. "Yeah. As much as I don't miss the entire world being in peril..."

"You miss how it was." Nia's voice is quiet. "Even if it's better now."

"Yeah."

They stare up at the stars for a long quiet moment. The sky is clear tonight, and the Milky Way spreads out before them in a wide, untouchable ribbon. A wave of nostalgia overwhelms Lena, and not just for the good old days. Sudden tears burn at her eyes.

"I miss my mom," she whispers.

Nia doesn't turn, but pats across Lena's hip until Lena reaches down to clasp the questing hand.

"Me too," Nia returns softly. Her next words curl with a gentle smile. "They'd be so proud of us though."

Lena chokes out a bit of a chuckle, which mostly sounds like she's being strangled. "Yeah." She squeezes Nia's hand. "She would have really liked you."

"Oh my gosh, are you kidding?!" Nia's voice lifts. "My mom would have gushed over you! Especially now with the whole earthy, witchy vibe you have going on these days. She'd love that."

Lena grins. "Could you imagine if they'd had the chance to meet?"

"Oh god." Nia covers her eyes with her free hand. "Inseparable. No embarassing childhood memory would be safe..."

Lena laughs, truly, as though she actually had memories with her mother to be embarassed by. In this fictional world they've created, she would.

"Hey." Lena catches Nia's gaze, and offers a wide smile. "I'm proud of you too."

Nia's lips pinch tight, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. All she can manage is a trembling nod, and a firm squeeze on Lena's fingers to reciprocate the sentiment.

Neither of them keeps track of how long they stay out there on the shallow dunes. They simply lay there, hands clasped, as the galaxy slowly swirls above them.

[missluthorwillseeyounow]

hello hello! love your fics!!!

🌤️ for the ask game please? :D

Thank you so much!!! ☺️ Okay these aren't exactly dialogue, but I'm in a sharing mood lol. This first one is from my Get Away Driver AU.

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"Thank you for helping us." The other person's voice is female, and sounds almost familiar to Kara. "We've been suspecting that Lex Corp has been experimenting on aliens for some time now, but we've never had the proof. And an extraction would have been next to impossible with all the red tape. You saved her life, Lena. She's going to be okay now, thanks to you.”

"Aren't you forgetting someone, Director Danvers?" Maggie slinks out of the driver's seat with a smirk.

"Maggie?" There's a cough and a splutter from outside the car. At the same time, Kara nearly cracks her neck straining to look out her window.

"Danvers?" Kara scrambles to get out of the car. "Alex??”

"Kara??" Her sister's shocked face, nearly as red as her hair, pops up from behind Lena. "What the hell? Luthor, you dragged my sister into this?”

Both Kara and Lena raise their voices at the same time.

"Your sister—??"

"...Luthor?"

From her perch against the driver's side door, Maggie's snickers, her amused gaze bouncing like a tennis ball between all three of them. She looks like she's ready to pull out some popcorn and watch the show.

"Now this just got more interesting.”

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This 2nd one is not from a WIP so much as a post finale crack fic idea, where Lena and Andrea were friends with another girl from boarding school named Di, who comes over for a visit. This is Di:

Kara has seen soft Lena, but never loose-limbed, loose-lipped Lena who laughs more freely as she and "Di" and "Andy" recall old memories of things Kara was never a part of and never knew.

"Remember when we snuck out that one weekend and got your tramp stamp?"

"Oh, my God, don't remind me!"

"Sister Margaret almost found out because you were making this weird face the whole week!"

"I was in pain! That was my first tattoo!"

First? Just how many tattoos does Lena have? It takes everything in Kara not to use her x-ray vision to find out.

At some point during the evening, Di produces a joint with a twinkle in her eye. "You've never seen Lena high before, have you?"

Lena's eyes widen. "Oh, no. No no no."

Di's smile is sweet and all trouble as she turns to the rest of the group. "You'll love her. She's lovely when she's high."

Alex, Kelly and Nia laugh, but Lena shakes her head. "I get weird when I'm high."

"You get loose when you're high." Di points a finger at her. "And trust me, baby, you need to get loose. You're wound so tight, you're like Sister Agatha before Parents Day."

Kara interjects with a huff. "I don't think Lena should do anything she doesn't want to do."

And Kara glares at Di, a pout forming on her face. But Di ignores her and turns her big, wide eyes on Lena "Please, sweetheart. Pleeease?"

"Fine!" Lena's always been a sucker for a sweet blonde. She sighs and rolls her eyes with a laugh. "Unfair. You know I never could say no to you."

Kara thinks Di is just gonna pass Lena a joint, but instead, Di takes the joint she's been smoking out of her mouth, presses a kiss to the end of it and holds it up to Lena's face. To Kara's surprise, Lena leans forward and lets Di place the joint on her own lips.

Kara's face heats up as she watches Lena's lips wrap around the spot where Di had kissed it, and she feels distinctly uncomfortable. She wants to snatch the joint away and stamp it out with her foot.

Except she doesn't, because Lena does get progressively more relaxed the more she inhales, and it is nice to see Lena unwind, especially after the tough week she's had.

They get to talking about their teenage experiences, and even Alex and Nia and Kelly chime in. And at one point, Di asks Lena if she still has the old records they used to play, and insists that they play old 70's female rock on Lena's turntable (since when did Lena have a turntable? Kara didn't even know she had one).

Andrea pipes up. "This reminds me so much of those weekend afternoons when we used to play this in our room. You used to dance around to this song in Di’s sweater, Lena, you remember that?"

Lena’s cheeks turn bright red.

And Di jumps up. "Oh, my God, do you still have it?"

Lena rolls her eyes. "No!"

Di cackles in laughter "Liar! I'm gonna look in your closet, and if you still have it, you have to put it on!"

Andrea grins evilly. "And! You have to do it just like you used to!"

"Andy! I'm not gonna dance around in my underwear and a sweater. We're not fifteen anymore."

Kara chokes on her beer and her brain blanks out. Lena used to dance around in her underwear? Lena Luthor? Her best friend?

"Nope, that's the rules."

Lena keeps protesting, but even Alex gets in on it. "Nope, I wanna see this too, Luthor. What is this you guys are talking about?"

"I found it!" Di yells from Lena's closet. Kara is fuming that she just roots around Lena's things like she owns them.

She emerges, throwing a bulky sweater at Lena. 

"This is the ugliest thing I've ever owned."

"Shut up and pay up, Lena. Put it on."

"That was Di's old sweater. Lena kept stealing it from her when we were kids, and whenever she got high, Lena would strip to her panties and dance around in that sweater."

Both Kara and Alex simultaneously choke on their drinks. "Oh my GOD!"

[rustingcat]

Season

Nature can't be controlled. Kara did try on several occasions, but time and the passing of the seasons can't be stopped. She tried that as well.

The babies' growth was nearly complete, and Kara felt like no time had passed while also feeling like it's been ages. Everything was ready for them, and now with a new room available for them in the house, they even made sure that the new home office doubled as a play room if needed. Of course there was the reason for the addition, the reason being Kara officially moving into Lena's room, their room. 

Their new relationship status sure changed some things, she could wake up next to Lena each morning, kiss her whenever she liked, not feel guilty appreciating her – an act she did not even realise she was doing until she stopped – and just got to be open with her, fully open with her, in ways she couldn't before. But then on many fronts nothing had changed at all, their talks, dates, movie nights, their day to day life felt oddly the same, as if they were part way there and just needed the last little shove, which was probably true if Kara was honest with herself.

There were no major life threatening enemies, no major scandal, no political turmoil – all good things of course, but as the editor-in-chief of a major news company, Kara was bored. She was leaning against the office balcony hoping for something interesting to happen when her special alert went off.

The pods!

Kara was so excited about it that she managed to drop her phone twice while trying to unlock it. Opening the special app they made for the matrix, she saw the notification letting her know that pod number two was ready to be opened.

"Nia! You're gonna be a mum!" Kara may have run slightly faster than humanly possible to get to Nia's desk.

"Um, I know?" She replied in a confused tone.

"No, like right now!" Kara emphasised.

"Oh! Shit let's go!" Nia jumped to her feet, collecting things into her bag in a quick succession.

"Want a lift?"

"Yes, get me there as fast as you can! Oh wait, I need the baby bag."

"Brainy left it in the lab 5 days ago."

"God, I love this man. Okay, take me to my baby Kara!"

"Ahhh! Let's go!" She was practically jumping with pure glee.

Kara really tried to make Nia's flight as comfortable as possible, but she may have gone a bit faster than intended out of sheer excitement. Nia didn't seem to mind. 

The pod was indeed flashing green, both Lena and Brainy were already typing away on the console.

"How…?" 

"Teleporter," Lena answered before Kara could even ask.

"Anything we can do?" Nia asked in a plea.

"Kara, get the baby cart and beds, Nia, blankets." Lena quickly took control of the situation. "Brainy, how are we doing on starts?"

"First Apgar seems to be clean. Blood work is perfect and shots administered and I see no negative reactions. She's perfect."

"Alright, get ready for the drain."

Kara nodded, taking a quick x-ray look at the pipes to see they are properly connected before taking her place. They prepared for that in advance, practicing the events several times just in case. They even made sure the room temperature would be slightly higher than normal so it wouldn't contrast too much from the temperature in the pod. The water got drained slowly, revealing a tiny little light green skinned baby with a shaggy brown patch of hair. Kara collected the infant with the soft towel to drain away the remaining liquid and moved her to the blanket Lena had prepared in advance.

Kara passed the baby to her new mother who was already crying before she even held her. Brainy was not faring better, drying away his own tears on his sleeve as he stood behind his wife and admired his new daughter.

Kara shared a look with Lena. They smiled at each other, both relieved everything went alright, and just very thrilled for their friends. Friends who probably deserved a moment alone.

"I'm gonna make some calls to start your maternity leave," Kara announced as she headed to the door.

"I'll call the national city hospital to register her." Lena lifted her own phone from across the lab door." Just before I go, does she have a name yet?" Lena asked still in a professional tone just as she approached the door.

Nia and Brainy shared a joyful look.

"Nellie. Nellie Nal." Brainy announced. 

Lena exited the room with her just as Kara finished sending the mail to HR. She already had hers prepare in advance as well, along with a temporary replacement she was training.

"I can't believe she's here." Lena dropped her professional in control act the moment she met Kara's gaze.

"I know," Kara nodded, her eyes becoming blurry as she pulled Lena for a hug.

She held her girlfriend tightly, focusing herself on Lena's smell and touch to ground herself. They noticed Nellie's faster development early on, they hypothesised it was due to her Coluan genes, so they knew she would probably be born before the twins, but Kara couldn't help but be a little bit jealous she was here before them.

"Alright," Lena wiped away a small tear as they pulled away from the hug. "I should probably notify the hospital," she gestured to the phone and data pad in her hand.

Kara nodded, and put a small curl behind Lena’s ear.

Lena smiled and kissed her softly before walking away to make the call.

Kara filled out a couple of glasses with water and walked back in the lab, hoping the young couple had enough alone time with their daughter. Nellie was laying on top of her mother as her father prepared a bottle for her. Kara melted a bit at the sight.

Nia noticed her first, smiling as she whispered to her daughter. "Hey Nellie, do you want to meet your aunt Kara?"

And there were the tears again. Nellie was perfect indeed. Eyes closed, the little infant waved her little hand with her even tinier fingers and Kara's heart skipped a bit.

She looked at Nia dead in the eye and announced, "she is the cutest little thing ever."

Nia chuckled and agreed.

When Lena returned they did another set of small tests and sent the happy family home.

Lena pulled her closer that night and promised that they'll meet them soon. Kara couldn't wait.

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[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

How about Yandere Elvis becoming obsessed with his latest co-star?

A/n: I can't believe it, a request from one of THE best Yandere writers in the Elvis and Austin fandom crash-and-cure, im so honored, I must be dreaming. I decided to do a black reader because there are not enough colored readers x Elvis, Austin!Elvis and Austin.

The Star in his eyes

Pairing: Elvis Presley x black reader.

Summary: Elvis thought that it was just another movie, singing and getting the girl like always but what he didn't realize he'd met his true love and he'd have competition.

Warnings: Yandere Elvis, Possessive Elvis, Jealousy, Non-con, and con kissing, Drinking, Threatening, Implied sex and pregnancy, Manhanlding, Fistfight, Close to death experience, Time-period racism. (Hopefully not too long short)

At first, Elvis didn't think much of you, don't get him wrong it wasn't because of the different skin color. No, it was because you were just the second love interest of his character and he had to focus more on the main interest. Little by little you caught his eye, he didn't know if it was the way the sun shined on your dark skin, casting a heavenly glow, or your quick wit and caring personality or you're simple love of books, and passion for acting, getting your character just right and despite being talked down you brushed it off like it was nothing.

All he knew was you were gonna be his wife someday, he couldn't care less what his fans and the world would feel about it.

You were his and people had to deal with it.

Elvis's eyes closed, feeling relaxed as the makeup and hairdresser, worked his hair, the feeling of her fingers going through his locks allowed him to imagine it was you, the image of him back at Graceland, laying on your lap on the couch in front of the fireplace as you whispered of your love for the rockstar was enough for a smile to creep up on him. Excitement pulled into his stomach and stirred alive his cock, after this he would film a few scenes with you, close very close with you, finally to feeling you in his arms.

"Alright you're done, honey." the dresser spoke after combing his hair back "Thank ya, sweetheart'." Elvis opened his electric blues and flashed his women-swooning smile at the dresser, it only widens as she tries and fails to hide her blush. He loved you but he just couldn't help himself, he said one last 'thank you and walked out of the trailer hearing the excited, happy squeals of the ladies inside, with deep satisfaction and confident booster he sets to find you. He scanned the set of the fake glorious mansion until he spot you getting into position and straightening out your maid costume, God you were beautiful, your hair up in a bun with pieces of hair falling elegant in front of your face, light makeup enhancing your strong features, and oh your lips, those lips, he wanted to make busied from his kiss, wanted to hear mewls, whines, and moans come from your parted lips.

Elvis rearranged his dress pants, to hopefully make his erection less obvious and sauntered to you "Hey darlin', Ya ready?" Elvis questioned as you looked up startled by him, those beautiful eyes shined a brighter shade because of the sun behind him "Ready as I can be." you answer right when the director shouted 'SHOOT' "Amari would you stop cleanin' and just listen to me?!" Elvis yelled, glaring angrily at you, sighing you throw the rag you used to wipe down the center table of the entrance and looked at your co-star "Mr. Truelove-" "Jake-" "-You. are. my. boss and what about Nia, she is your best friend, childhood best friend I will not break that girl's heart." you said with a firm tone and narrowed eyes. Elvis grabbed your hips and pulled you into him, a hand coming to rest on your cheek "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want this." Elvis's eyes searched yours "Jake.." you whispered unable to look at him "Amari.." he whispered back as he pulled you into a kiss of hard passionate, lips made to bruise "CUT!" the director shouted, ending the scene. Elvis redundantly moved away, allowing space between you two, "Ya did amazing." Elvis smiled, putting his hand on your shoulder "Thank you, that's quite a compliment coming from you." you smiled back, "So I was wondering if ya'd like to go out sometime." he asked despite already knowing you were gonna say yes.

"No. I'm sorry, I don't like you that way," you said, tone full of sympathy before walking away, so fast he couldn't react in time, a look of shock and disbelief was sure to be on his face. You rejected him? You rejected him, Elvis Presley when girls would do anything to get in his pants or even die to be his girl and you just brushed him off. No, you didn't get to say no to him, you must have been scared, right? why else would you turn him down? He just got to show he was serious bout you, yeah that's right. He'd do it tonight.

Elvis made his way to your stay-in outsider trailer, he reached the mental door in a purposeful stride, and he raised his knuckles when a sound faint in volume stopped him, moans soon followed by clapping skin. Elvis's blood boiled like water hitting its peak in a hot pat, red blinded his vision as he kicked the fragile door down, and as he pulled one of the cameramen out and off you, dragging him out of the trailer, in his birthday suit and punching the man in the jaw casting him to fall. Elvis ignored your pleading demands and your pulling as he lifted the other male by his neck and continued pummeling him until his blood-spattered covered Elvis's fist. Eventually, you were able to get Elvis off your secret love "Elvis what the fucked?!" you shoved his shoulder hard, he stumbled a bit before glowering at you and trapped you between him and the trailer, the white sheet that covered you falling to the ground and his knee pressed against you wet core. "No! what the goddamn hell you thinkin'?! Giving your body to somebody else?!" he whisper-yelled, slamming his hands on the cold metal, you flinched at the loud bang "I-Im not yours. You have no right to do this!" you barked back, trying to push him away "you are mine! That is if you want to keep your career, your life, and your lover boy to live to see another day." Elvis snarled, "Y-you wouldn't dare!" you stuttered " I would. You're my girl now and forever." Elvis reassured you that by kissing you again with another bruising kiss.

That was the day you met your husband, once the news had gotten out of you "Dating" the famous rockstar, hell broke loss at first but cooled down and people came to accept you, and poor Clint, he was smart enough to not press charges or even tell anybody of what happened. You had fallen pregnant soon after your honeymoon, and you weren't surprised, the man couldn't keep his hands off you, and at times you wished you could leave him and his short tamper but the tendering caring, the mindblowing sex made it hard now the baby coming you really was stuck with Elvis..and the worst part you felt yourself fall for the king of rock.

You sighed and rubbed your tummy before laying, spread out onto the king bed. What were you gonna do?

[kelcemenow]

Birthday Suit - Chapter 1.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1318

Warnings Nothing really, aside from some shameless flirting!

Another Anon request! I do love a good strangers to lovers storyline and I had a feeling this one would take some time. I got a bit carried away so I reckon this will be a 2 or 3 parter! "Request!!!!! Travis and the reader meet on a club in Vegas they immediately hit it off, as the night continues the enjoy the Vegas strip having fun and once they get to his room travis really shows the reader how much he adores her. Fluff / smut"

CHAPTER 1

The bright lights shone into your eyes as you knocked back another shot. You closed your eyes for a second as the liquid stung down your throat. The club was dimly lit but you could see the excited faces of your two best friends, Nia and Rachel. It was your 30th birthday, and they had taken you away to Vegas for a girls weekend. You had all enjoyed a spa day complete with shopping before throwing on a killer outfit and making a beeline to a club for some drinks.

"That's it girl!" Nia shouted over the music and Rachel grabbed her phone to take a photo of you at the bar.

You threw up your fingers into a peace sign and lifted your knee, posing for the camera as someone caught your eye from across the bar. He was tall, dark, and his eyes had a piercing quality. He was chatting enthusiastically with a friend, moving slightly with the rhythm of the music.

Rachel turned her head to see who had grabbed your attention, "Who you lookin' at?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "I don't know, he looks cute."

She gave another glance before walking closer to you, "Oh my God, he is! So, why don't you go over and talk to him?"

Nia squealed, "Go on, treat yourself to a birthday present."

You all giggled loudly as you looked around but the handsome stranger was suddenly nowhere to be seen.

"Ugh, he's gone. Besides, this is a girls night! I'm sticking with my girls."

Rachel scrunched her nose and took your hand, "Come on, let's get on that dancefloor."

Your hips began to sway as you made your way to the centre of the club, the dancefloor glowing underneath your heeled feet. The music thumped in your ears and you closed your eyes, lifting your hands up above your head. Your chest vibrated with the base, dopamine rushing over you like a gust of wind. Your trance was quickly interrupted when Nia nudged your arm with her elbow.

"He's over there, and he's looking at you." Nia nodded her head over your shoulder.

You lifted your eyebrows quickly and responded by grinding your hips even more, letting the movement accentuate your curves. You turned around slightly, casting your gaze over your shoulder to see the tall stranger leaning against the bar, with his eyes fully fixed on you. His companion was in full conversation but he seemed to be paying his attention elsewhere. You flashed a small smile and your breath hitched when you noticed that his stare moved slowly up and down your body. You turned back to Rachel and Nia, a wide grin dominating your face.

"He's so hot!" You mouthed silently over the loud music.

Rachel pushed your arm softly, "Go! Go!" She mouthed back.

Nia nodded vigorously as you bared your teeth to her, checking for any lipstick or any rogue cocktail garnishing. She gave you a small thumbs up and you took a deep breath before you made your way to the bar, avoiding eye contact with the handsome stranger. Approaching men had never been a problem for you. As a high powered career woman, you enjoyed the thrill of the chase, especially when they seemed to be willing.

As you sauntered past him, you could feel his eyes burning into your skin. You gently placed both hands on the bar as you leaned forward, curving your ass perfectly.

"Can I just get some water, please."

The bartender turned around to grab you a bottle and you felt a hand position itself comfortably on your waist.

"Hey, can I get you a drink?" An unfamiliar voice said from behind you.

You moved your head to the side to see an unknown man unnervingly close to you. He grinned back at you, gripping your waist. Your eyebrows narrowed quickly and you stepped away from him.

He advanced closer to you, "Come on honey, I saw those moves out there. You can't tell me that they weren't for me." His longish blonde hair framed his face and you studied his bright eyes with confusion.

You angled your body to face his, speaking with a dominant tone, "Okay, two things. My dancing is not for you. And I'm not your 'honey'." You pushed his hand away sharply, resulting in a perplexed look from him.

"Playing hard to get, huh?"

You were beginning to get annoyed by his persistence, "I'm not playing anything. I'm just not interested."

He returned his hand to your side, a little lower than the first time, "Oh, come on honey-" He began.

You lowered your voice, "I told you, I'm not your 'honey'. Now, I've already said that I'm not-"

"Hey baby." Another voice said from behind you, "Is everything okay?"

You looked up to be met with your tall, dark admirer. His eyes creased into a smile and you looked back at him with a thankful expression, "Yeah, sure." You said calmly.

The blonde man quickly moved away, stepping back with wide eyes, "Uh man, I'm so sorry, Travis." He cleared his throat and shook the tall man's hand briskly, "I'm sorry, man. Have a good night."

As the blonde strange disappeared into the crowd, you turned around, "So, Travis? Are you famous or something?"

He looked down at his feet, rubbing his palms together, "Something like that."

As he took a step closer to you, you were suddenly hit with the scent of his intoxicating cologne. A warm smell of sandalwood and bergamot enveloped you and you reached for the bottle of water that was waiting for you on the bar, "I didn't need you to rescue me, you know?"

Travis smiled, "I'm sure you didn't, but it was a great way to get to speak to you." He paused, "Or are you going to shoot me down like that poor dude?"

You smirked, "Nah, you're safe."

He turned to lean his back against the bar, "So, girl's night, huh?"

You took a quick sip from your water, "Yeah, we're here for the weekend. It's my birthday."

He raised his eyebrows, "Happy Birthday! So, can I buy the birthday girl a shot?"

You stepped closer to him, tilting your head, "Of course."

You glanced towards the dancefloor to see Rachel and Nia gaping their mouths at you, clenching their fists in delight. Travis hadn't noticed as he was speaking to the bartender, his strong arms resting on the countertop. Your eyes drifted across his bulging muscles and you swore you felt a throb in your underwear. You gave the girls a feverish expression, earning a resounding laugh from them.

Travis turned his head towards you and glanced downwards, "I gotta say, you are looking fine."

Your cheeks flushed faintly with red and your core ached at his words, "Thank you, Travis."

He paused before laughing, "Not returning the compliment? Okay, I get it."

You stared him down, "Oh please. You know you look good. Don't pretend you haven't noticed the dozens of girls looking over at you."

"Well, you've clearly noticed. Is that a hint of jealousy there?"

You scoffed, "I don't get jealous. Besides I'm here and they're there."

Two shots of tequila were placed in front of you and you both picked one up, holding it out towards each other.

Travis looked at you deeply, "You gotta give the other person eye contact or you'll have bad sex for seven years."

"I never have bad sex." You said quickly before tipping the tequila into your mouth. Travis reciprocated but coughed as he registered what you had said.

He covered his mouth, wiping away some of the shot that had moistened his short beard, "Is that so?"

"Thanks for the drink." You threw him a wink and turned back to the dancefloor, strutting back to Rachel and Nia, leaving Travis with his jaw open and his mind wandering.

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There's nothing I love more than writing a flirty Kelce. I just reckon his flirting skills are top level. I'm guessing this will be a 2 or 3 part series detailing their night out, but we all know what it's going to end with! So strap in! If you want to be added to my writing Taglist, just let me know!

Taglist @kkrenae

[owl-with-a-pen]

Now I can’t stop thinking about Brainy and Nia’s “feel better songs”. Nia wouldn’t think all that much about her picks, but they mean so much to Brainy, and I definitely think that down the line she’d catch him singing those same songs to their child. You Are My Sunshine specifically comes to mind.

Also, their kid learning to sing whenever they get upset. Teary four-year-old singing Nine to Five while pouting in the corner. This is how big feelings are soothed in their household.

Oh my god, I love the idea of 9 to 5 becoming a generational thing. Especially with Nia and Brainy's kid post or mid-meltdown singing the song passive-aggressively while planted firmly in a time out. That's adorable. 😂

Moon River and Dream a Little Dream of Me always come to mind as Brainia songs and I could totally imagine them humming either or both to their kid to.

Also. The idea that Brainy and Nia are an unabashed Dolly Household first and foremost brings me immense joy.

They catch their kid in the act of doing something incredibly dangerous and make them promise never to do it again.

Nia: Do you promise?

Brainy:

[deltastra]

My Thoughts on Tower of God Season 2 Episode 4

HELLO I AM BACK!!! THIS EPISODE WILL FINALLY END THE TRUSTWORTHY ROOM TEST! I'll admit so far I have not been appreciating the changes or cut content, in addition, the animation has been lacklustre. But I still look forward to ToG content every week!

WEBTOON SPOILERS WAS TEASED BUT NOT OUTRIGHT STATED

Rating: 6/10

Summary: They...they skipped some very important scenes. Overall the pacing was not good. At least this arc is over.

Oh man. Love vs Viole wasn't the best and I feel like a lot was cut that really made the fight stood out. But it's whatever.

Oh, they changed this scene too. Ehhh I can see why given the source material but this made Yihwa look very incompetent. Gives off the wrong impression to anime-onlies in my opinion.

Oh no...

I love how compared to Rachel's betrayal. Wangnan's one was heartbreaking for BOTH parties. Nia genuinely didn't want to do this but he just wanted to protect the woman who took him in. Just like Wangnan, Nia NEEDS to climb the Tower no matter what. And sadly, in the Tower, you never know who you have to step on in order to rise to the top, that's the cruel culture within it. I believe the anime did a good job in showing the genuine heartbreak and regret Nia has in betraying Wangnan, but also showing that he would do it again if it meant protecting the lady that helped him.

THIS IS WHY I LOVE WANGNAN. HE IS JUST GENUINELY A GOOD PERSON LIKE BAM. HE UNDERSTANDS NIA AND WHY HE DID WHAT HE DID. It's sad that Wangnan got betrayed but the fact that Nia did it to protect someone he cared about, there's no way Wangnan would be upset about it.

They nailed the tone of this scene. While they didn't show us his death on screen, I did appreciate the way they clearly conveyed what happened to him and Wangnan's anger.

I ALWAYS LOVED THIS QUOTE FROM HORYANG. AND I LOVED HOW VIOLE WAS SEEKED OUT ALMOST IMMEDIATELY BY WANGNAN. Viole is their ultimate evil to them as he is FUG Slayer Candidate. Lurker is a POS and needs to be punished. A clear difference between the two. Wangnan knows he is not strong enough to do it and as usual, he needs others to help him, but that does not make him weak.

They should've added in Love's genuine disbelief over Viole copying moves. Because he did say it took him a long time to come up with and master his abilities, yet Viole copied them in one fight. It could've showed how much of a big deal this was.

Uhhh I think they glossed over how Wangnan got that remote, I swear it was way cooler in the WEBTOON.

I always loved this quote from Wangnan. As for the whole scene, it felt...rushed...the pacing felt off

If this was meant to show a POV of Horyang rushing....it was slow man... If anything, it felt awkward.

Damn that was good animation. I think they love animating Horyang. Fair enough. My boy deserves some love. ALSO KEVIN PENKIN GO OFF KING I LOVE THIS OST.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THIS SCENE LOOKS SO GOOFY IN THE ANIME I LOVE IT.

And our first glimpse over Prince genuinely having what it takes to survive in the Tower and not relying on his privileges.

OH THAT ANIMATION FOR HIS RIGHT ARM LOOKS SO GOOD.

ANDDDD HORYANG GAINED A FANBOY LETS GOOOOO. Love the soundtrack here too!

I love this scene so much because it shows how complicated people are when it comes to climbing the Tower. The same people that betrayed you for their own goals, have something they want to protect. On the other hand, the "scumbags" in the Tower, like Lurker, were also victims once. I don't feel sympathy for Lurker, but I understand how he ended up like this. His mindset is also very interesting. Don't hate or resent anyone. Just climb.

It's annoying how people find this scene stupid. "WHY DID WANGNAN FORGIVE HIM?! HE IS SO DUMB"

Wangnan forgiving Lurker is a middle finger to Lurker's whole philosophy. He will change the Tower's culture, and he will do so with friends. If theres no need to resent or hate anyone, whats stopping you from from caring about people and forgiving them too? There's no way Wangnan is legit forgiving Lurker, it's moreso to show him, "I am different from you." Which Lurker would hate even more. Contrary to popular belief, needlessly getting revenge won't fill any hole in your heart. It's a shame that Viole is getting the "sigma MC will get revenge" treatment from the fandom right now...

(Also insert my usual "Kevin Penkin cooked" comment here thanks.)

HAHAHAHAHAAH MAN THESE TWO.

NOO THEY SHOULDVE ADDED THE SCENE WHERE HE TRIED TO GET FRIED CHICKEN BUT WANGNAN AND MISENG ASKED FOR SWEET AND SOUR PORK INSTEADDD.

And there it is! I always loved his ideology! BUT ALSO THEY DIDNT EVEN EXPLAIN HOW THE TEAM WON. HELLO THTS LIKE KEY INFORMATION???

WHY DID THEY NOT GIVE HIM HIS SCOUT UNIFORM HELLOOOOOOO

Alright...I'll be honest here. Did NOT like the changes in this test. I was okay with them removing the small scenes of sweet and sour which were mostly comedic. But some changes made no sense, like...why? Anyway, I hope after this, the pacing and animation gets better. Time will tell!

[spadesofgrass]

030.   the base of a large waterfall . from the setting prompt for Cinna (if you’d like!)

thank you 🌺

Thank you so much for the prompt! This is my take on the diamond scene with Nia in the snow from Chapter 6, Book 3.

Mushrooms and Other Impurities

WC: 1.3k

Characters: Nia & Cinna (mc) from Blades.

Premise: Cinna opens up. Nia doesn't know if this is a learning or an unlearning. They are both so full of love and devotion they don't know where to put it.

“Perhaps they should deify you.” The words hang in the air like a eulogy. Nia doesn't know if she's said the wrong thing - a barefooted girl who sees no religion, who prays to the wheat for her daily bread - she's everything Nia is created against. But Cinna is well, malleable. She scoops up snow and tosses it into the air. The priestess drags her through the wild, cold scenery and she laughs and laughs until the colour clings to her skin.

What if Nia had just spoken something into absolution? Something horrifying? Something so wretched and cursed? She calms herself, but her heart is too far gone. It starts with a seed of doubt. It always does. It's a wicked thing, this.. cause she is fighting for. It is fickle, it runs like melted snow and her hands are too slow to chase after it. It requires the holiest of hands. Time passes and Nia is more a martyr for someone's story than a priestess for change. Her words become curses, her tongue is venomous and her hands darken into charred remains of a Shadow there once was. What is this cause again?

“Oh a waterfall!” Cinna exclaims and Nia rushes after her.

The waterfall is frozen in the snow, but there is a thin line of water that branches through it and flows into a small pond with lilies made out of starlight floating on it. It is breathtaking and nearly impossible. The more they grow closer, the more warm the air feels. There's colour all around hidden away in the deep frost. Cinna rushes into the water, standing under it and winces as it hits the top of her head with tremendous pressure. She steadies herself on a boulder as sharp cries fill the air.

“Cinna! It is--”

“I am fine! This is wonderful!”

“You are going to hurt yourself!”

“No, it is meant to! You don't feel a thing! It is --” Cinna chokes on the water as it seeps into her ears and throat and quickly moves out of the waterfall to catch some air. “It is meant to hurt, you know? My caregiver - he used to cool ores by letting it sit under these beautiful falls in the forest -- until one day, he made Kade and I experience it. He'd always said it is meant to hurt you, throw you off your balance but - it cleanses your soul, clears you of impurities.”

“Impurities?” Nia perks up.

“My caregiver believed in customs of his own. I have a feeling he made up all the Gods and the heroes in his stories to Kade.” Cinna laughs. “It is nothing. His stories are so -- small, so fictitious.”

“No, you cannot say that- they can't simply be stories.” Nia protests.

“He doesn't believe in the afterlife and he has been my religion for a long, long time.” Cinna sighs.

“It must be a sign, then. That he's spoken all of this into -- this.” Nia presents the world before them. “Into existence. He must carry such an affinity for the Light. This must all be a sign, Cinna. Don't you ever think so low of yourself like this. The Light isn't just for the Gods, it lives within storytellers. They write and speak and sing things into existence. This beautiful world might as well be a song your guardian might have sung many, many years ago.”

“He would have gone to the Hells. Him and his songs.” Cinna swallows.

“And why so?”

“Because he didn't believe in the Light or the Shadow."

Nia watches Cinna closely, her hands are locked in a prayer. She averts her gaze quickly, watching the falls instead. There's considerable silence. Nia hums in agreement, there's a little joke hidden in subtext only for Cinna's ears that Nia prays the Gods don't hear. It's a silly little song and dance. Perhaps belief is all that takes to will something into existence. Nia looks at her hands and her veins have something dark and stringy in them. It calms her down. She wills a hearth of fire, allowing Cinna to dry herself.

“How is it like?” Nia asks. “The falls?”

Cinna chuckles. “Well now you must experience it for yourself.”

“It is -- well, I am -- this is frightening! What if I get washed away?”

“You won't.”

“Cinna there is a possibility I will. This is - a mystery, not even Light can -- help me. This is not magic, this is worrisome and horrifying and-”

“I will catch you. Do you trust me?”

Nia swallows. “The fact that you are asking it is - preposterous! I trust you! I don't trust -- well, this is -- what do you mean it gets rid of your impurities?”

“I suppose it makes you feel the warmth around you.” Cinna tries to explain as she cuts up twigs and burns it in the fire. “It is a different kind of warmth. Have you ever had the sun on your face? A pleasant morning? It disturbs your sleep, it is not the most favourite feeling but it brings out the blush in your cheeks -- in this wonderful way. And it - weaves around your hands and legs--”

“The Temple has always been bright but - we don't see a lot of the sun, no.”

“I am not going to push you. But if this is indeed the work of a God - Old or New - they really miss home.”

“The Temple has always made me feel so pure.”

“It makes you feel like yourself.” Cinna ties the twigs up together and draws some string from her pouch.

“Perhaps I can -- dip my feet in.”

Nia approaches the waterfall cautiously, like a deer in the forest. She skips into the water, feeling the sun in her grasp. She bows and lets the water hit the back of her neck and Gods, it hurts like hell. Her heart slows down but her veins darken a charcoal colour and she nearly chokes, gasping at the air. Closing her eyes does not make the experience more pleasant, it makes her wallow with helplessness. It reminds her of home. It reminds her of a million things. It reminds her of a lingering question left unanswered. It is godless and Hellish and damning. The Light in her falls like tears as she cries. The gold doesn't mix with the water, it simply swallows it whole. Her fingertips turn a violent shade of menacing violet but that too, drips out of her hands like hot blood.

Slowly she steps out and it feels like being born again. The sunlight hits her face and she's wanted in this world. For a second she forgets the afterlife and scoops out some snow. She spots Cinna, her back turned to her, as she strums a makeshift instrument and hums to catch a tune out of thin air.

“Was it nice? I saw you enjoying it.” Cinna gives her a knowing smile.

“It did clean the cuts off my hands. Although, the bruises still remain.” Nia observes. She meets Cinna's eyes. “Maybe it is just water. Neither enchanted, nor cursed. There's something beautiful about it. But incredibly wounding! Gods, the water has this force of its own.”

“Here - I wrote a little song-” Cinna plays her instrument and it is imperfect but it sounds like a familiar hymn. “I don't know what the words are yet. Perhaps I'll give it to Kade. That boy and his books and his worries could use something new.”

Nia smiles softly. “They should deify you.”

“Defy or deify?” Cinna jokes. “Then again, I am no emperor. Or a God.”

“Where do you think you will go, then?”

“I will find myself in a corner. Like a mushroom.”

Nia laughs. “I won't have you undermine yourself!”

“But maybe, it is good that way, right? You find nameless Gods and forgotten kingdoms in patches of grass and mounds of clay. It feeds you and keeps you warm.”

“But that can't simply be enough. You mean so much more, you deserve so much more.”

“Is existence not enough? Should it be given a name and a purpose to be deserving?”

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A/N: Originally I wanted to write this for Imtura and Cinna but would be weird to find a waterfall in the middle of a coral farm. Not as weird as this one but strange to say the least. Also double fun that I wrote this literally right after the Nia scene which means I'm not sure if the other characters have scenes with waterfalls in them and I will have to go resume playing the rest of the premium scenes with my already dwindling supply of diamonds to see if I've made a fool of myself or not.

[darkfictionjude]

Hey, hi! Let's pretend that ro's and ms are at the beginning of a romantic relationship. mc frowns/distressed all day and when ro's finds out what's wrong, mc mutters to himself "I'm jealous" remembering meeting someone irrelevant the other day.

As in mc is jealous of someone who was lowkey flirting with the ROs the other day? Yeah I can do that.

Below the cut because this got a bit looong.

Imre:

He’s been talking enthusiastically about Douglas firs on your daily walk. He likes this time of day, both of you surrounded by nature, the only sound apart from the earth beneath your feet is his voice and occasionally yours. You say you like to hear him talk on and on and he likes that.

Today however, you haven’t exactly seemed that interested in what he has to say. You don’t make ask questions, look at him or even make as much as grunt. Rather, you’re staring down, your eyebrows furrowed tightly. He stops walking and grabs your arm. He turns you to face him and tries to peer into your downcast eyes.

“Alright. Is something wrong? You’ve been acting strange all day and not in the lovely way you usual are. What’s happened?”

You swallow thickly and your eyes dart around the ground you refuse to look away from. “I just-”you can’t seem to get the words and that frustrates you. You’re usually not so conscious. You try again. “A lot of people look at you. You don’t see it but I see it. Like that person the other day, they were practically salivating while talking to you and it just makes me feel… I’m jealous” those last words more of a mumble.

To your amazement you hear Imre laugh. You look up then and he’s laughing. He puts a hand over his mouth as his shoulders shake. Your mouth falls open at his sheer audacity and you yank your arm away. You turn away from him intent on going home but he quickly grabs your arm again and pulls you so close your chests are touching.

With that same grin he says “cariño as if anyone could ever come close compared to you.”

Nia:

She had left you in the waiting room while she did her after school volunteer work at the hospital, she had noticed you’d been sullen and quite all day long and had hoped by the time she was done you’d be over whatever it was. But to her chagrin she found you in the same spot with staring into the aether with a deep set frown to the lips she thought so pretty.

She doesn’t like doing feelings. It makes her feel itchy and when she attempts to the result nearly always fails. Even though you’ve known each other since you were kids it hasn’t gotten easier for her to handle your moods. She poops down tired next to you, leaning her head against the wall.

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong with you I can’t exactly do anything to help. I’m not a mindreader birdie.”

You clench your jaw, your eyes flicking from the void to side-eye her. “You looked like you were having fun with that person the other day. That kid that came in here with the cast. A lot of fun, Nia. I know we haven’t been going out long but I reserve my right to feel… oh god” you roll your lips and mumble “I’m jealous.”

Nia blinks and looks away from you trying to remember. “Who the hell are talking about?”

You look at her aghast. “You really don’t know?”

She shrugs “that’s how little they mattered to me. Trust me when I tell you that your the only person I care to occupy all the memory storage in my head,” with that she grabs your hand and squeezes.

Lorcan:

He’s acutely aware of when something bothers you. With the people who matter to him he hates the idea of them being anger with him and so the whole day has passed by with you crossed arm and scowling and him doing his best to please, that’s why he ordered a pizza and suggested you two watch one of your favourite films. He’s been watching you instead of the screen the whole time and his agitation grows worse as he sees you not being amused by scenes you would’ve been if this had worked.

It’s late, the film is almost over and he’ll need to leave but he can’t, if he leaves you like this he’ll spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, thinking of all the things he could’ve said to offend you.

As the credits roll and just blurts out “what did I do?! I don’t know if you expect me to know because I don’t and honestly you’re freaking me out.”

You turn your head slowly to him from your position at the other end of the couch and say coldly “you really think I’m going to buy that act? Did you do that from some left over hate you still have for me?” When he still doesn’t respond you say “that person you were talking to the other day while you were pumping your bike wheel at the gas station. They were all smiles, batting their eyelashes at you. And you eat it up… I’m jealous, ok” you mumble.

He’s surprised by the return of that edge to your voice, the one you used to use on him when you hated each other. His eyes go wide and he moves from his side of the couch to yours, scurrying almost. He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder and is relieved when you don’t brush him off.

“Crown, if they were flirting with me I swear I didn’t know. How could I when you shine so bright you block everyone else out?”

Hope I answered your request anon 💜

[a-student-out-of-time]

What do you have in mind miwa?

Well...you and your partners do seem quite close. Particularly Hinata-san.

Yeah...I love them a lot.

Would you like to tell us about them?

Yeah, I'd love to hear too.

O-oh! Well, uhh...we've all been dating since last August.

We had a couple rough spots in the beginning, and in hindsight, we probably moved too fast on some things.

But even so, I love everyone. They're all wonderful, kind, understanding, fun to be around, supportive...

...God, I miss Nia.

She promised she'd be back. I just really hope it's sooner rather than later.

And yeah, even while I was just hanging out with you guys...I could tell how much you all love each other.

I know this situation is really bad...but being with them really made me realize how much I had to change. How much I had to grow up, not just for me, but for my kids too.

Wh- You have...kids...?!

Well, not yet, but they're on the way...

Already?!

...

Wait! Wait! Not what I meant!