#suggestive flirting

[bamsara]

very very rough doodles of something for something maybe possibly idk

[z13lovebot]

various ...

[crabsnpersimmons]

I would like to taste Eclipse~

be careful what you wish for--

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this

[heyhanibee]

it’s katara’s turn to be jelly >:(

(sequel to this post)

[sunclown]

Goomooornin!

[didderd]

Commission for @mothiepixie i finished the other night! :3

(comms are not open (yet). this was just a comm between friends, but i am trying to get them open soon. :3)

[dreamisoup]

yingxing and danfeng pre relationship miscommunication, and some drinking…

[sunnynwanda]

Remember

Part 2

Warnings: language, mentions of past falling out, slightly suggestive (kissing)

Today was officially the worst day ever.

Hero was sure of it. Not only were they forced to cut their day off short, but it was also raining cats and dogs, and their asshole of a nemesis decided to challenge them at the worst time possible - and if that wasn't enough, the little shit was late. Again.

Hero groans, leaning back against the brick chimney, no longer bothered by the raindrops hitting their pale skin. They wipe their eyes, staring up at the gloomy sky, the misty grey reminding the eyes of someone they used to know. Lucky for them, the thought gets interrupted by a voice that carries enough mockery to erase the chalky feeling from their chest.

"How do you manage to look more pathetic each time we meet?" Villain drawls, leaning their shoulder against the chimney.

"When will you learn to read the damn time, you little-" Hero cuts off, an irritated growl escaping their lips.

"Uh-uh," Villain chuckles at their inability to curse out loud, their lips curling into an attractive annoying smirk. "As long as it annoys you, I don't see why I would."

"I hate you," Hero mutters under their breath, earning a scoff from Villain.

"No, you don't," they muse, watching Hero with an unreadable expression in their deep grey eyes. "You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do," Hero assures them, not quite believing their own words. Somehow, it matters more to convince Villain right now. They shake their head, getting up. "What did you want?"

Villain pauses, shrugging as they step away, keeping some distance between them. "I, um- wanted a fight?"

"Is that a question or a statement?" Hero quirks an eyebrow at them, but Villain avoids their gaze, and Hero's concern grows exponentially. "Villain, what's wrong?"

"I- can we move this inside?" They request, looking more sheepish than Hero has ever seen them. "Do you remember this place?" Villain adds, their voice sounding strained.

"Yes," Hero's response is barely audible through the loud drumming of the rain. They can feel their throat tightening, so they gesture for Villain to continue.

"I own the place now," Villain confesses, meeting Hero's gaze with their own. For a moment, Hero just stares at them, heart clenching at the flood of memories invading their mind like a rogue wave - unpredictable and devastating.

They don't respond; instead, they follow after Villain, careful not to trip on the familiar - now wet - stairs. Once they get inside, Villain leads them down a scarcely lit corridor until they reach the bathroom. Hero offers them a questioning look.

"Your clothes are drenched," Villain explains. "Take a shower, I'll lend you something to wear."

"The hell-" The door shuts in Hero's face, cutting their protest short. They sigh, glancing around the small bathroom with green tiled walls. It's still as cosy, and it's ripping their lungs out through their throat to be here again.

By the time they get out of the shower, the clothes are set out for them. Hero gets dressed, pausing to look at their reflection, clad in Villain's clothes. They run a hand through their hair and squeeze their eyes shut, willing themself not to think of the place they're in, the memories it holds and the way their heart clenches painfully in their chest at the thought of Villain choosing to buy their childhood home.

"Why?" Villain's head whips up at the question. They take Hero in, gulping before averting their eyes to the logs in the fireplace. "Why do you own this place?"

Because it was your home. Because it was the only home I knew. Because I couldn't bear to lose it the way I lost you. Because I...

"I wanted to," Villain opts for the safest answer, not daring to look at Hero, despite being aware of their presence in the room. The same room that held all of their happy moments gathered in four walls covered in flowers hand-painted by Hero's mom.

"That's not an answer," Hero argues, their brows furrowing. They feel conflicted yet relieved, and it's a strange combination.

"I know," Villain breathes out, burying their face in their hands. "I loved this place." I love you.

"I remember," Hero nods, coming to sit next to Villain's hunched form on the couch. "We loved having you here." They place a hand on Villain's back, rubbing it soothingly.

"Your mom sold it because of..." Villain mutters, but Hero doesn't allow them to complete the sentence, circling their wrists with cold fingers and pulling their hands away from their face.

"No," they state firmly, taking hold of Villain's chin and tilting it up. "Look at me," they demand. "She didn't do it because of you. She did it for me. I didn't want to keep living here. Not after-"

"I betrayed you," Villain nods shortly, their hands clenching in their lap. "I remember."

"Not after I lost my best friend," Hero corrects, letting go of their face. "Do you remember that as well?"

"Being your best friend?" Hero hums in confirmation, making bile rise in Villain's throat. "Of course I do."

"Anything else you might remember?" Hero questions, their tone too bitter even for their own taste. "Like how we spent every waking moment together, how you were the only person I could trust, how I shared my best and worst with you?"

"Everything," Villain lets out a heavy sigh, their beautiful grey eyes watering. How do I ever tell you? "I remember everything."

Hero stares at them, unable to stomach the disheartened expression weighing Villain's features. They know Villain deserves their cruelty but can't bring themself to press on.

"Well, then you should also remember how I've always managed to whoop your ass in a fight," Hero grins, pushing Villain back against the cushions in an attempt to ease the tension.

"Hey!" Villain protests, but just as they are about to get up, a pillow hits them square in the head. "Hero!"

"What?" Hero chuckles, flinging another pillow that hits Villain in the face. "You don't remember that small detail, you little shit?" They hiss, maintaining a playfull tone.

"Maybe not," Villain sneers, catching another weapon of Hero's flying in their direction. They look at it before glancing back up at Hero, their lips stretching into a wicked smirk. "But I do remember you're ticklish!"

"No, no, no!" Hero all but yelps the second Villain's fingers touch their sides. They try to wiggle away but end up falling to the floor with a strained groan mixed in with uncontrollable laughter.

Villain grins, sliding off the couch and landing on their knees over Hero, still tickling them as they hover above their nemesis. Though the victory doesn't last long because Hero manages to compose themself and grab Villain's wrists.

"I hate you," they murmur, staring up at Villain with a bated breath. They can hear their own heartbeat thundering in their temples like a wild bird in a cage of thorns.

"No, you don't," Villain mutters, glancing at Hero's lips before meeting their eyes again, barely restrained desire flaring in their eyes.

"No, I don't," Hero agrees, leaning up and capturing Villain's lips in an intense kiss, only to break it a moment later as they start to process what the actual fuck they are doing. "I-"

"Shut up," Villain growls, crushing their lips back on Hero's, one of their hands coming up to cup Hero's jaw.

"I'm not forgiving you just because you got the house back," they mutter, gripping the back of Villain's neck to keep them in place.

"I know," Villain drags their lips over Hero's jawline, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake.

Hero guides Villain's lips back to theirs, whispering between kisses. "And this doesn't mean we're friends."

"Wouldn't dream of it, baby," Villain lets out a soft whimper, earning a low chuckle from their enemy.

"Baby, huh?" Hero grins, feeling Villain melt in their arms.

"Fuck, I love the living lights out of you," Villain mutters, thinking out loud unfiltered. Once the realisation hits, their eyes widen in anticipation of just about anything in response.

Hero, however, does not hesitate, pulling Villain down on top of them and catching their lips in a deep kiss.

Part 2

Hi lovelies!

Based on the lovely request right here! Though it got a little out of hand :) I had been thinking about childhood friends turned enemies turned lovers for some time and this just evolved into that trope.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

xo Sunny

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[sgt-tombstone]

Soap knows how to load and fire a flintlock but won’t tell anyone how or why

it’s his favorite party trick and he loves to gloat that he knows how to operate one weapon that Ghost doesn’t (he could probably figure it out but doesn’t want to risk sacrificing his fingers or face in a firearm explosion to test that theory)

[luclfrog]

Hoshikaf art dump part TWO !!!

I accidentally deleted the canvas and this drawing along with it 😭 all I have left is this shitty low res screenshot so I'm hiding it

[captainkirkk]

I'm deep in House MD hyperfixation and mentally spinning through AU ideas

Concept: Supervillain/ anti hero House whose wanted by most intelligence agencies in the world but is also besties with famous and beloved superhero Wilson

[chaoticlad]

They’re literally the worst things ever.

Original picture BUT I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ITS SO FUNNY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[dontcareimbusyreading]

The Caraval universe would be better if it was more gay. Thank you for your time

[violetmuses]

Not Nice - R. Reigns 🖤

Title: Not Nice - R. Reigns 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

Pairing: Roman Reigns + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You catch Roman's eye out of nowhere during a match.

Author's Note: I'm so excited! Thank you for everything. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜 @trippinsorrows @persethegawd @blackgurlnhermoods @episodes-ff @lov3rla03 🏷

Part II

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2016

“Oh, what's going on?” One commentator pulled an announcement, struck as wrestler Roman Reigns locked eye contact with someone watching across the ring.

This large-scale audience yelled from all directions, awaiting Ro's next move.

Snatching this microphone, Roman cleared his throat as everyone else looked on.

“Like what you see, baby girl?” Nearly swinging long yet dark hair in stride, Roman walked toward you and leaned against the ring, biting his lip.

Noise of the crowd heightened and even camera angles zoomed in, showing off Roman's side profile.

You smiled and took this moment regardless of public view.

You're beautiful. Ro gestured his talented fingers, mouthing compliments.

Seconds later, Reigns stepped back and pinned down his opponent to lock an absolute victory.

The crowd erupted, making you smile all over again.

“A queen has been found and the moment will fuel Roman to take control again. Thank you for watching!” One last announcement pulled credit along.

Goodness gracious.

[fazedlight]

Confusion (Late S6 vibes. I found a use for William… I’m sorry?)

The Catco elevators opened to a chaotic scene as Lena stepped out. Despite being afterhours - it had just passed 6pm - employees were shuffling around everywhere, with frequent murmurs and occasional shouts flying by.

“Looking for Kara?” Nia said, passing by Lena while holding a large stack of papers on the brink of falling. Lena opened her mouth to speak, but Nia didn’t wait for an answer. “She’ll be back in a few minutes, I think she’s meeting with Andrea.”

Lena nodded as Nia quickly disappeared into the backrooms. Guess this is normal when they crash the issue, Lena thought, making her way to Kara’s desk and setting down the mocha and pastries she had brought from Noonan’s. She had been lucky to get there just before closing, after Kara’s text that they’d have to skip movie night in favor of a late night at work.

“Lena,” came a deep voice behind her, “What are you doing here?”

Lena turned, nodding to William as he approached. “Just bringing Kara some stuff,” she said, gesturing to Kara’s desk. “Late night for you too?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Hopefully the last, before I move back to London.”

“You’re moving?”

“Looking forward to going home,” William said. “I’ll be leaving in a few weeks. Just enough time to hand off my responsibilities at Catco.”

“Going back to The Times?” Lena asked.

William nodded. His eyes drifted to the coffee and sweets, and Lena noticed a tinge of confusion. “I best get going,” he said, not remarking on what he was thinking. “The senator’s fraud case means I have an article to rewrite.”

“Good luck,” Lena said, as he waved and left. Lena turned back, finding Kara as she rounded the corner with Andrea. Kara met Lena’s eyes, and the blonde smiled wide.

---

“You smell like smoke,” Lena said, brushing ash off of Kara’s shoulder, eyeing the charcoal hues that tinged her supersuit.

“A forest fire will do that,” Kara said, practically shaking like a dog to get other ash off her hair. “Luckily we got it before it spread very far.”

William glanced over curiously from where he was jotting notes. He had been working with Alex and Brainy on mapping out city hotspots when Supergirl had arrived back from her firefighting. It hadn’t taken long for Lena to make her way out of the lab and go up to the super.

“I think we gotta spray you down,” Lena teased.

“Brainy said the nanobots can handle it,” Kara said, tossing her hair back. “I just gotta deactivate at some point.”

“Yeah, you gonna get around to that soon?”

“Will you two knock it off?” Alex said, her voice aggrieved. “Some of us are trying to get work done.”

The two had the good sense to look a little bashful, and William glanced over curiously. From his side, he could hear Alex mutter “just good friends, my ass”, and he watched as Supergirl threw her head up towards Alex, flushing slightly, and seeming suddenly unable to look a confused Lena in the eye.

This is going a bit too far, William thought, eyes darting to Lena. Flirting with Kara? And Supergirl?

---

“Well, it’s been great working with you,” Supergirl said, extending her hand.

William returned the gesture, then doing similar with Alex, and J’onn, and Lena. “Please do keep in touch,” he said. “I’d love to hear from you when you’re back in London.”

“Have a safe fli-” Supergirl suddenly turned her head.

“Something going on?” Alex asked. 

“Bank robbery downtown. Might be a big one,” Supergirl said. “Safe flight, William. We’ll see you later.”

William nodded as Supergirl left, J’onn and Alex following. That left him behind with Lena, who didn’t frequent the field unless magic was afoot. Which left him a bit grateful for the chance…

“Well, William-”

“Don’t break her heart, Lena.”

Lena’s brows furrowed, utterly perplexed. “What?”

“I see you,” William said, a serious expression on his face. “The way you flirt with Supergirl. The way you flirt with Kara.”

“Kara- flirt-” Lena’s eyes widened.

“Look, they’re both clearly interested in you,” William said. “All I’m saying is be clear with your intentions. Kara doesn’t deserve a broken heart.”

“I don’t have intentions. With- with either of them,” Lena answered.

William’s face tensed with skepticism. I’ve said my piece, he decided. “It’s been great working with you, Lena.”

---

William tilted his head back against the plane’s headrest. The 5hrs from National City to Metropolis had been annoying enough. Now it’d be another 6hrs to London. I hope I can get more sleep this flight, he thought, glancing out over the Atlantic Ocean. 

He looked down at the gossip rag he had purchased in Metropolis Airport, beginning to flip through it. It was mindless garbage, hopefully boring enough to lull him to sleep. 

As he turned the pages, he was surprised to find a picture of Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor - but then again, it was only a matter of time. It’s just so fucking obvious, William thought, wondering if the tabloid suspicions would force Lena to choose.

But he was also unsettled - it was an odd location. To any casual reader, it would simply be a random picture on the street, the two perhaps on the way to get a cup of coffee. But he knew they were just feet away from the Tower. A location that, according to Alex Danvers, Kara had no awareness of.

He stared, and stared. Would Lena be so foolish to ask Kara to meet there?, he thought, knowing the Luthor was too smart to make such a casual mistake.

That’s when his already-jetlagged brain began to scan Kara again. The blonde hair. The emphatic voice. The way she fiddled with her glasses. The way Lena flirted with her, just like- 

Wait, William thought, startling awake with a shot of adrenaline. Wait, WHAT?!

---

It was early morning when Lena took her seat at a lab bench, her mind still swimming from William’s observation the day before. Have I really been that obvious?, she wondered to herself. Does Kara know? And if she does, she hasn’t said anything because… 

Lena put her face in hands. God, I hope I haven’t been making a fool of myself.

“Are you okay?” came a voice.

Lena’s head popped up, finding Kara wandering into her lab, a hint of concern highlighting the blonde’s face. “Your heartbeat is fast,” Kara said, “I just came over to - to see if something was wrong.”

“I’m fine,” Lena said, her voice a high-pitched squeak.

“Lena,” Kara said, taking a seat next to Lena, pulling her into a hug. “Lena, I’m here.”

Lena sighed, relaxing into Kara’s arms. What am I so afraid of?, she thought to herself. That Kara doesn’t feel the same way? That our friendship will change? While the first was the only likelihood Lena could really see, the second… just didn’t seem like a real possibility. 

Lena pulled back from the hug, gazing into Kara’s face. Didn’t we learn we should be honest so long ago?, she thought. Even when it’s hard? “William… said choose,” Lena said slowly, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks, “Between Kara and Supergirl.”

“Choose?” Kara said, confused.

“I’ve, er,” Lena swallowed harshly. “I’ve apparently been flirting. With both of you.”

Kara’s eyes widened. “On purpose?”

“No…”

“Oh.”

She sounds… disappointed?, Lena thought, and she knew Kara could hear her heart beginning to pound a little faster. “I- I can do it on purpose? If you want.”

And this time Lena felt a growing joy in watching Kara flush. “I’d like that. And, um,” Kara paused, shifting shyly. “Maybe after we do that for a while, I can ask you on a date?”

Lena smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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This idea has been floating around in my head for a while. I did do a 9-word fic for it - but then I figured hey, may as well write out the full thing.