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ronoholic2 months ago
馃 papi draco
ok so this is definitely draco reminding you what he can do after he caught you flirting with someone else
join my birthday celebration<3
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catgirlquinn2 months ago
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here have a bicon <3 I unfollowed you tryingto send this lmao
look at her she's so- 馃ズ馃ズ馃ズ
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darlingsteve5 months ago
鈥測ou are free.鈥
he was fighting so hard to stay in control and then you can see how relieved he is to hear the trigger words and not turn into the winter soldier.
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jennystahl7 months ago
Briefly describe the way their parents grew up, and how it affected the way they raised them.
Which social class did they belong to growing up? How did it affect them?
Describe their family. Who raised them, and who had the most impact on them? Did they have any siblings? Who were they closest to? What were the family dynamics like?
What was the most common argument between them and whoever raised them?
Where did they grow up? What was it like? Were they happy there?
Did the location they grew up in affect them significantly? Do they still go there?
Who were their friends during childhood? Are they still in touch with them?
What was their childhood/teenage bedroom like?
When they got hurt as a child, who did they go to? How did they react?
What did they dream of doing when they grew up? How and why did it change, if it did?
Were there any events in their childhood that led to phobias or other fears?
What are some of their biggest regrets?
What part of their past (death, other significant event) do they think affects them the most?
How do they fit into their story? Give a brief summary of the effect they have on the events around them.
What is their current occupation, if any, and how did they end up there? Do they enjoy it?
Do they belong to any factions or groups? Why and how did they join, and how do they feel about it?
Do they have any enemy factions or groups? Why and how are they opposed, and how do they feel about it?
What kind of people do they usually interact with? Who are their friends, the people they look up to/trust, and who are their "associates"?
What is their current relationship with their family?
Do they have a partner? How did they meet, and what's their relationship like now?
What hobby or pastime of theirs do they consider most important to them and why?
What kind of place do they live in?
What do they always carry with them and why?
What's a typical night's sleep like for them?
If someone mentioned their name to someone else, what would they immediately think of (i.e. defining characteristic, appearance- or personality-wise)?
What's the worst (in their mind) way their current situation could end up?
What matters most to them right now?
Briefly describe their life in the future, regardless of how far into the future this is.
Are they content with their future situation? Is there anything they would change?
How would their beliefs or morals change in the future, if at all?
What's something they were sure would happen in their future but didn't?
Did they get married or have a family? Why? If otherwise, why not?
How do they react to the changing times? Are they adaptable or do they reject modernity?
Are their friends still a part of their life? Are there people they are no longer in touch with, or newly important people?
Would they become a mentor figure for anyone?
How do they feel about getting older and eventually dying?
How do they want to be remembered after they die?
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bellamysgriffin6 months ago
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Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she'd have to say about it--how many stars she'd give it and why.
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ronoholic2 months ago
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@silverdelirium @selenesheart <3
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catgirlquinn2 months ago
also wow this is athing that exists now good for you babe sdkfhsdjk I will be coming here as your local glee mutual-ish
this is infact a thing that exists (derogatory(affectionate)) nice to know i have support during these trying times ksdfgjk
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welcometothetripguysa month ago
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Bly Manor Part 2 by Fery
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daninotfound5 months ago
鈥 when realization comes knocking
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Pairing: Viperion!Luka Couffaine x Fem!Reader
Summary: Luka Couffaine and Y/N L/N are friends. That鈥檚 it. There鈥檚 no story to tell. After all, it鈥檚 not like one of them has been in constant denial about their feelings 鈥 no, that鈥檇 be ridiculous! ...Right?
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Other tags: no proofreading we die like adrien鈥檚 mom
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Band practice was going well. The Seine river was strangely silent, with tourists nowhere in sight. It almost gave the illusion that Paris was still asleep, even though the sun had long since risen and the day had already started. After what they were told were hours but felt like minutes, the rising band Kitty Section 鈥 formed by Rose, Luka, Juleka, Ivan, Y/N and occasionally Adrien 鈥 had decided it was time to take a small break and stretch their legs.
In a matter of a few seconds, all five musicians with the addition of their favorite costume designer, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, were crashing at the Liberty鈥檚 living room. Ivan was outside, as he had to pick up a call from Myl茅ne, while the girls huddled in a circle, laughing and chatting.
As for Luka? Well; it came as a surprise to no one when he refused to put down his guitar, fingers expertly strumming the chords, guitar pick hanging between his teeth.
鈥淥h, Ladybug, definitely!鈥 Rose exclaimed, innocent and giddy voice missing Marinette鈥檚 flushed cheeks.
The girl in question, who continued to try and stifle a creeping blush, swiftly turned her head to Y/N L/N 鈥 who laid across the Couffaine鈥檚 couch, fiddling with a small notebook. 鈥淚-uh- how about you, Y/N?鈥
The h/c girl quirked a brow, clearly not having been paying attention. She lowered her notebook slightly, e/c gaze meeting with Marinette鈥檚 bluebell eyes. 鈥淪orry?鈥
Marienette鈥檚 lips parted to speak, but Rose quickly stepped in, the excitement evident in her voice. 鈥淲ho鈥檚 the cutest superhero?鈥 She asked, voice somewhat high pitched. 鈥淐hat Noir, maybe?鈥 She nudged your shoulder as curiosity twinkled in her blue gaze. The corner of her lip twitched upward. 鈥淥r is Rena Rouge more your style?鈥
A chuckle escaped Y/N鈥檚 lips, which earned more than a few looks from both Juleka and Marinette. The L/N girl shook her head dismissively as she pondered on her answer. 鈥淥kay, although I admit Rena Rouge is pretty cute...鈥 Y/N straightened in her spot, dusting her clothes absentmindedly. She gnawed at her bottom lip for a second before she finally decided to break her silence. 鈥淚鈥檇 say Viperion is more of my style, y鈥檏now? He鈥檚...鈥 she paused, exhaling relaxedly, back cuddled against the couch. 鈥淗e鈥檚 hot.鈥
The sound of Luka stringing a discordant note in his guitar echoed in the living room, causing some of the girls to turn a face him.
Y/N furrowed her brows as she put down her notebook. 鈥淵ou okay there, Luka?鈥
As a matter of fact, no, Luka was not okay.
He stopped playing altogether, fingers tightening around the neck of his guitar. He cleared his throat 鈥 an attempt to respond to his best friend鈥檚 statement. His lips parted to speak, but it seemed all words died in his throat. A pink heat blossomed on his cheeks.
He was caught off guard 鈥 that鈥檚 what it was. It had to be.
His best friend. The same girl he鈥檚 known since he graduated middle school. Y/N L/N 鈥 the girl he had ran away with from the cops when they were found playing near the subway.
She just called him hot.
鈥淚-I...鈥 Luka licked his lips, clearing his throat one last time. For a fraction of a moment, his bright cerulean gaze met with Y/N鈥檚 e/c ones, before he hastily averted his gaze back to his guitar. With a raspy voice, he finally responded. 鈥...I鈥檓 fine.鈥
It didn鈥檛 take a genius to figure out that Luka was lying. A strange, out-of-character situation. Because Y/N knew Luka 鈥 and if there鈥檚 one thing that remained constant about him, was that he always 鈥 always 鈥 told the truth.
So, what was up with him?
Marinette was struggling to hold back a giggle. The urge to simply break into laughing was strong. Because she knew 鈥 oh, she knew full well what was going on. Perhaps, it was destiny. Time for Luka to finally proclaim his love for Y/N.
Okay, maybe phrased like that it sounded exaggerated- but still! Mari had been waiting weeks, months even. As far as she knew, both Luka and Y/N were convinced that they were just friends, something that in Marinette鈥檚 eyes was just a flat out lie.
(Ironic, right?)
She鈥檇 seen the way Y/N would reach for Luka鈥檚 hand as her first instinct whenever an akuma attacked, how Luka would grip it tighter but with care altogether. She never missed the way the blue-haired boy allowed Y/N to lean over his legs to take a nap whenever she had pulled an all-nighter to study for a test, unbothered 鈥 but always with a hint of a smile curving on his lips.
It was their chance.
鈥淏zzt bzzt.鈥 Marinette murmured loudly, glancing at her phone exaggeratedly. 鈥淥h, would you look at that!鈥 She exclaimed, turning to Rose and Juleka. 鈥淎lya and Nino are outside! We should go greet them, right girls?鈥 Marinette gestured wildly, causing Juleka and Rose to glance at each other in confusion.
鈥淩ight now?鈥 Juleka asked, voice low.
鈥淵es, right now!鈥 Mari reached for Juleka鈥檚 hand, pulling her up before Rose quickly followed her girlfriend鈥檚 steps. The Dupain-Cheng girl turned to Y/N, smiling suspiciously. 鈥淲e鈥檒l be right back.鈥 She said, as she practically shoved the two girlfriends out the door and towards the open deck.
鈥淯h, are you sure you don鈥檛 want me to come with?鈥 Y/N began, before her question was cut off by the door slamming shut. 鈥淥...kay.鈥 Y/N lets out a small low whistle, before shifting her eyes back to Luka.
He hadn鈥檛 changed his position, except for the fact that his guitar pick was now between his fingers instead of his lips. He appeared to be fully invested in the strings of his guitar 鈥 not as he usually was, but rather to avoid something... someone?
And if Y/N L/N wasn鈥檛 going insane, she could鈥檝e sworn she saw the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks.
She put down her notebook and rolled out of her comfortably odd position in the Couffaine鈥檚 couch, Y/N finally opted to break the silence. 鈥淪o, you gonna tell me what鈥檚 up with you?鈥
Luka stiffened painfully, his usually calm gaze holding a glint that resembled a deer caught in the headlights. It wasn鈥檛 that bad, right? She just called him hot. Y/N L/N just said she thought Luka Couffaine was hot 鈥 well, not Luka per se, but Viperion. But Luka was Viperion, so same difference, right?
The startling thought that had entered his mind made his spine grow taut like wire. No, no, it鈥檚 not the same. She doesn鈥檛 know he鈥檚 Viperion 鈥 in fact, for all he knows, she just likes the costume.
鈥淯h, nothing, just uh-鈥 He inhaled sharply as soon as the cushions beside him gave away to her sitting down next to him. Y/N sat criss-crossed, expectantly. 鈥...just thinking about what you said.鈥
It鈥檚 her turn to look confused. With furrowed brows and a scrunched nose 鈥 something that Luka can鈥檛 help but find adorable 鈥 she asked, 鈥淲hat鈥檇 I say?鈥
鈥淎bout- about Viperion.鈥
A small chuckle escapes her. Jokingly and gently, Y/N nudged Luka鈥檚 shoulder, smiling. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e not getting jealous now, are you Rockstar?鈥
Luka hummed a laugh through his nose. It was a strange feeling, definitely. On one hand, he couldn鈥檛 help but think 鈥榦h, if you only knew鈥. But on the other hand 鈥 he kind of was, y鈥檏now, jealous of himself, jealous of his alter ego.
Not a romantic type of jealous, of course. Rather, he was jealous of the fact that she 鈥 Y/N L/N, the epitome of issues with authority figures 鈥 was such an admirer of Viperion, placing him at such a standard. Obviously.
At least, that was what Luka went with.
Upon Luka鈥檚 lack of response, Y/N knitted her brows with concern. She carefully slipped the joking edge onto her voice as her lips parted. 鈥淒on鈥檛 worry, Luka. You鈥檒l always be my number one boy.鈥
The Couffaine boy finally looked away from his guitar and up into those hypnotic e/c eyes. As he looked up, however, he came to a realization 鈥 she was startlingly close.
Somehow, he was both tempted to pull away and lean closer at the same time.
As the two gazes collided, Y/N tilted her head slightly, lips pursed together in thought. She stared at something above Luka鈥檚 eyes, making his insides twist and flutter. Without as much as a second to ponder on it, Y/N unthinkingly reached a hand and cautiously brushed away a strand of blue hair away from Luka鈥檚 line of sight. His lips parted, no words forming, and his breath caught between his vocal chords when she blinked back at him 鈥 those beautiful, beautiful e/c gazing back into his.
It was that moment. As his heart hammered against his chest 鈥 so loud he simply knew Y/N could hear its erratic heartbeat 鈥 unable to pull his gaze away from her lips, and the faintest pink heat that painted his cheeks, he knew.
He knew. Like gears that finally fell into motion, puzzle pieces that formed a clear picture, he knew.
Oh, no.
He inhaled sharply, body bracing. With his hands wrapped around his guitar, his cerulean fluttered closed, before the words abandoned his lips like a forbidden whisper.
鈥淚 think I鈥檓 in love with you.鈥
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frenchpuppycormier26 days ago
fluff 10 and/or 11 + supercorp for the sentence starters pls 馃挒
"Are we on a date right now?" / "I think I'm in love with you."
Saturday signals the best day in Kara's book for one simple reason: the farmers market. It's the perfect place to buy fresh produce directly from the grower at a lower price than those pesky retailers. Not to mention, it's fresher and it's a great way to support local communities.
Kara enjoys it most in the early morning between 8 and 9 when the California heat hasn't bombarded its citizens yet. One of her favorite memories of going to the market was when she first arrived on earth, and Eliza and Alex took her to the one in Midvale. Eliza bought her the sweetest miniature doughnuts which practically melted in her mouth. She's been a huge (understatement of the year) fan ever since.
The farmers market is located 20 blocks from her apartment, just a short jaunt or flight for the hero.
Today she decides to walk and enjoy the nice cool breeze, and the warm sun spilling on her face. She can already hear the acoustics of a folk band covering a Fleetwood Mac song at the end of main street. The leaves are starting to change, indicating the beginning of fall, and the ones already on the ground crunch beneath her feet.
Her reusable cloth bag with the words, "Okey Dokey Artichokey" and a cartoon artichoke with a smiley face and tiny stick arms, is slung over her shoulder. Lena had given it to her as a gag gift, but Kara uses it the most out of all her bags. Any gift from Lena is special and she will always treasure it.
As she rounds the corner to the market, she sneaks another look at her list to remind herself what she needs, when she bumps into someone. Hard. Fortunately, Kara manages to grab the other person's arm before they fall.
"Oh my gosh," Kara cringes. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was鈥" she interrupts herself when she sees, "Lena?"
"Hey there, slick," Lena laughs and nudges the hand latched on her arm to tangle with her fingers.
Kara responds by swinging their arms back and forth, like what friends do when they haven't seen each other in months. But Kara and Lena just saw each other yesterday. This is normal, right? Kara thinks. The fluttering in my chest is completely common whenever I see my friends....Right?
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Kara speaks before her brain can catch up with her.
Lena's face lights up with a sly grin. "Can't a woman go to the market every once in a while?"
"N-no no, of course you can," Kara laughs awkwardly, "I meant, gosh I'm not sure...I guess I just didn't expect to see you here. You live all the way on the other side of town."
"Relax, love," she chuckles and squeezes her hand and releases it, Kara immediately missing the warmth. "I'm teasing you. But to answer your question, I'm in desperate need of fresh kale, and I heard this particular stand has the best in the city."
Kara feigns gagging and Lena playfully shoves her shoulder. 鈥淚 still don鈥檛 understand how you can eat that stuff.鈥
鈥淲ho knew the green stuff that incapacitates you was kale.鈥
鈥淢ore like your eyes,鈥 Kara mumbles.
鈥淲hat was that?鈥
Kara鈥檚 eyes widen. 鈥淣-nothing,鈥 she rubs the back of her neck. 鈥淯m, so鈥.do you care if I join you? Wandering aimlessly through the market checking out food stands with my best friend sounds like the perfect way to spend my Saturday morning.鈥
鈥淚鈥檇 love nothing more,鈥 Lena replies, smiling brightly.
鈥淥ooh, look! A food truck!鈥 Kara points.
Lena laughs at her zeal. 鈥淟et鈥檚 see what they have.鈥
Kara reaches for her hand and twines their fingers together before dragging her toward the truck. Lena鈥檚 stomach swoops at the action, but she calms herself down enough so Kara doesn鈥檛 notice her rapid heartbeat. Not that she would, considering food is the best distraction when it comes to the blonde.
Little does Lena know that nothing can distract Kara from Lena, especially considering 98% of the time Kara is listening to the constant thumps and quivers of Lena鈥檚 heart, but Kara doesn鈥檛 say anything.
Kara looks up at the man in the truck and politely rattles off her order, then looks at Lena and asks, 鈥淲hat do you want?鈥
鈥淯m,鈥 Lena quickly glances at the menu and says, 鈥淚鈥檒l have the Avo Smash, please.鈥 She moves to hand the man cash, but Kara stops her and insists she'll pay for it. "My treat."
Once they give their order they move to the side and wait until their names are called.
When they get their food they move to a shady spot on the sidewalk and admire how delicious it looks.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 that?鈥 Kara asks.
鈥淥h, it鈥檚 a piece of toast with smashed avocado, egg, and tomato,鈥 Lena replies, noticing how Kara turns up her nose. Lena rolls her eyes and gestures at her hands, 鈥淲hat鈥檇 you get?鈥
"Uh, only the most scrumptious and melt in your mouth-watering food you can get here," she replies, eyebrows pinched, incredulously. Lena raises her eyebrows in a get-on-with-it kind of way. "French toast bites," Kara finishes, exasperated at Lena's lack of enthusiasm.
"Sweet food for a sweet girl."
Kara's cheeks grow a slight pink. Instead of replying, she dips a piece of her toast in the syrup, and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. Lena simply hums and takes a bit of her own food. Kara smiles like a chipmunk with cheeks full of goodies.
When Lena's finished with her slice of hipster toast, as Kara calls it, a small body runs into her legs from behind. She looks down and finds a small boy with sandy blonde hair and big, blue eyes looking up at her with a toothy grin.
"Hi, there," she smiles at him.
"Henry!" a woman in a flowy maxi dress and brown sandals comes running toward them. She picks him up and gives him a stern look. "I told you not to run off like that!" The woman adjusts him on her hip and shyly realizes she has an audience. "I'm so sorry! He gets too excited about their french toast."
"Oh, no worries," Lena reassures her. She carefully grabs Kara's elbow and says, "This one does too."
Kara acts hurt by placing a hand over her heart. "Well, can you blame me? They're delicious! Aren't they?" she smiles at the boy and waves. He giggles and hides his face in his mother's neck. "Someone's a little shy, huh?"
"He is, isn't he?" the mom kisses his cheek. "I think he has a little crush on you."
"Who, me?" Kara laughs. "No, I think he has eyes for Lena. As most people do." She steps forward and tickles his stomach so he looks at her. Kara holds out her hand for a high five and whispers, "Good choice." He gratefully slaps her hand.
When Kara steps back, Lena is blushing, but rather than call her out on it she ignores it out of respect. Kara smiles at her and Lena smiles back, but then she's suddenly laughing through her nose.
"Darling, you have a little," she gestures at her own face.
"What? I have something on my face?" Kara touches her cheek, but completely misses.
"Here," Lena's fingers tenderly touch the side of her jaw while her thumb swipes her lip. Lena's completely focused on what she's doing, but Kara only has eyes for Lena.
Lena pulls back her hand, thumb now sticky with syrup. Instead of wiping it on the napkin Kara knows Lena has in her bag, she sticks it between her lips and licks it clean.
Kara completely stops breathing.
"How long have you two been together?" a voice snaps her out of her reverie.
Kara gapes at her with wide eyes and stutters, "Um...we, we're uh, just friends."
"Oh," the woman almost looks upset. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to presume. Well, I'll let you get back to your morning." She smiles at them and walks away, leaving a flabbergasted Kara and quiet Lena.
They don't say anything and choose to ignore it while they continue down the street.
"Lena, you have to try this," Kara doesn't give her a chance to respond before shoving a spoonful of gelato in Lena's mouth.
Lena gasps and nearly chokes on the ice cold dessert enveloping her tastebuds. She hisses and nods, as she lifts her hand to hastily catch the dribbles of melted chocolate trickling down her chin. Kara winces, "I'm so sorry!"
"No," Lena shakes her head as she swallows, "I just wasn't expecting that."
"Well? How was it?"
"Y'know, I'm not gonna was pretty fucking delicious."
"Right? Marco really knows his stuff."
"Um," Lena holds her hand out, fingers spread apart to prevent more sticking, and shakes it like she doesn't know what to do.
Kara jumps to action and runs off. She's back in two seconds with a wet wipe and cleans Lena's hand. "Where'd you find that?"
"Don't ask."
"Okay?" Lena laughs breathily. "You're a mystery wrapped inside an enigma, Ms. Danvers."
"I aim to confuse," she jokes.
Lena shakes her head, and eventually says, "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Kara smiles at her, their eyes locked onto each other. She's finished cleaning her hand, but rather than letting go, her hand stays curled around Lena's, not wanting to ruin the moment.
鈥淥h Rao, you didn鈥檛,鈥 Kara gasps.
Lena turns around and frowns at her. 鈥淲hat?鈥 Kara gestures to Lena鈥檚 bag. Lena looks down and chuckles when she realizes what she鈥檚 talking about. 鈥淚n my defense, I was drunk. You know how my shopping brain acts when I鈥檓 drunk; I buy things I don鈥檛 need.鈥
鈥淗mmm, well maybe your alcohol-addled brain just remembered how funny I thought it was and wanted to impress me,鈥 Kara teases with a twitch of her eyebrow.
鈥淚鈥檓 sure that鈥檚 exactly what happened,鈥 Lena deadpans. She glanced at the words on her bag again and fondly shakes her head. It reads: Oh Kale Yeah, with a bunch of kale on both sides.
鈥淚 think so,鈥 Kara steps closer and smiles.
鈥淥h, really?鈥 Lena raises her eyebrows.
鈥淵ep,鈥 she ends with an extra pop of the 鈥榩鈥 and boops her on the nose.
Lena opens her mouth in surprise, a protest on the tip of her tongue, but a voice interrupts her from in front of them.
鈥淵ou two are such a lovely couple,鈥 the vendor gushes.
Lena and Kara startle, forgetting they鈥檙e standing right in front of a stand selling various vegetables and fruits and jars of honey. Behind the table is an older woman, most likely in her late 70s, with streaks of gray hair, crinkly eyes and facial lines as if she鈥檚 smiled her whole life.
鈥淥h, we鈥檙e not鈥斺
鈥淭hank you,鈥 Kara answers, smiling bashfully. She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear and says, 鈥淚鈥檒l take one bunch of radishes and one spaghetti squash.鈥
鈥淐oming right up,鈥 the woman replies.
Kara glances over at Lena and gives her a shy smile, before handing the woman a $10 bill and thanking her. She grabs the veggies and carefully drops them in her bag.
鈥淭hank you two, have a wonderful day.鈥
鈥淥f course, you too!鈥 Kara places her hand on the small of Lena鈥檚 back and guides her forward.
As they make their way to the next stand, Kara laughs, remembering their conversation, 鈥淚 can鈥檛 believe you bought that bag. You鈥檙e such a giant dork.鈥
Lena whips around and eyes Kara curiously. Kara鈥檚 hand shifts from her back to loosely rest on her waist. Lena鈥檚 eyes are squinting from the bright sun, but Kara can see the speckles of gold in them and thinks she鈥檚 never looked more beautiful.
鈥淎re we on a date right now?鈥
Kara's heart quickens and she opens and closes her mouth a few times, until finally she clears her throat, "Did you want it to be?"
"I thought鈥斺
"Because I do," Kara states. "Want it to be a date. But only if you do, of course. I don't want you to feel pressured or like I forced you to hang out with me," she retracts her hand. "That's the last thing I鈥斺
Lena grabs her hand as she pulls it way, not wanting Kara to close herself off. "Hey, I want this just as much as you do."
Lena lightly presses her thumb into the grooves of Kara's knuckles, and absentmindedly plays with them. She smiles, fully dimpled, and says, "I do. Actually, I uh..." she lowers their connected hands and looks off into the distance, mind seemingly elsewhere.
"What is it?" Kara asks. She playfully shakes their arms back and forth to get her attention.
Lena looks at the ground before completely focusing on Kara and those baby blues she's come to know and love. She takes a deep breath and her voice shakes when she whispers, "I think I'm in love with you..." Lena stumbles and shakes her head, "No鈥擨 am in love with you."
Kara inhales sharply and Lena thinks she's made a giant mistake. She starts to turn and do something stupid, like run away, but Kara keeps her hold on her and pulls her forward.
Smiling, Kara slowly inches closer leaving the opportunity for Lena to stop her. When Kara's lips press into hers she welcomes it completely. Kara's hands come up to cup Lena's jaw until she moves one to tangle in her hair.
Kara disconnects from her lips, but stays wrapped up in her, their foreheads touching. "I'm in love with you, too," she whispers against soft lips.
"Good," Lena smiles and kisses her again.
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maevewiley8 months ago
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7) DANI CLAYTON 鈥 I'm much braver than people think.
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