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natalievoncatte · 3 months

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“We should play truth or dare.”

Kara nearly choked on her wine when she realized what Lena had said. That sounded like an amazingly terrible and yet incredibly intriguing idea. She turned to say something when she caught Alex giving her a look that could shatter diamonds. Kara downed the last of her wine and said,

“It’s getting pretty late, Lena.”

“You’re no fun,” Lena said, poking Kara in the center of her chest for emphasis.

Kara was glad she was sober. It wasn’t entirely true that she was immune to alcohol- it just took about a gallon of grain alcohol for her to feel a mild buzz for a few minutes, then have to run to the bathroom as her superhuman metabolism almost instantly forced it out of her system. Alex had “helped” her discover that once back in high school, and they both ended up grounded for a month.

“Come on, Kara. This way I can find out where you’re always running off to. In vino, veritas.”

Kara looked around and saw her own mirrored panic rising in the others. Kelly looked on from the kitchen, the only other member of their little group who was oblivious to the sheer weight of what Lena just said. Nia looked even more green than she had a moment earlier, and Alex was giving Kara a warning look, shaking her head behind Lena.

Brainy, for his part, remained mellow, sipping his grape soda. He was the designated driver for the night.

“Yeah, we need to go,” Nia threw in. “It’s been fun but I have an early day tomorrow.”

“It’s Saturday,” Lena protested, but it came out shaturday.

“I have to get up for yoga,” said Nia.

“We’re all in the same class on Thursday,” said Lena.

“Um, I’m getting ready for the yoga championships. Extra classes.”

Lena raised an arched brow.

Alex cut in, suddenly. “Kelly babe, you ready?”

“If you are. I was going to see if Kara needs help with the dishes.”

“I’m fine,” Kara called out, hearing the alarm in her own voice.

“Lena, are you riding with us?”

“Nah,” said Lena. “I’ll stay.”

Alex cleared her throat.

“How will you get home? You’re sauced, Miss Luthor.”

Lena grinned and looked over at Kara. “I’ll just stay over. I do it all the time.”

Alex’s brows climbed up and she turned to Kara with an incredulous expression.

“When did that start?”

“It’s no big deal. I live on the other side of town and Kara has a nice couch.”

Alex seemed to relax a little. Kara’s heart was trying to slam through her ribs.

“Okay.”

They all bundled out of the apartment, with Alex promising to text and Brainy swearing to let Kara know they were all home safe.

Kara closed the door behind them and turned around. Lena was still curled up on the couch, swirling the last of her wine in the bottom of the glass. She was in leggings and a big, baggy sweater that had been pulled to one side so hard that it almost bared her shoulder. Her hair was down and had gone wavy, falling over one half of her face, making her mysterious and distant. She downed the last swig of wine and put the glass down.

“We could still play truth or dare.”

“Lena,” said Kara. “You’re really drunk.”

“So are you.”

Kara swallowed, hard, feeling the bitter bile of her lies at the back of her throat. She wasn’t drunk at all. She was barely even tired; the city had been miraculously calm all summer.

“Which is it, Kara? Truth or dare.”

“Neither,” said Kara. “I think what you need is some sleep.”

Lena rested her glass on the coffee table, in the middle of a game of Monopoly that they’d all been too drunk to finish.

(Except Kara. Lena would have won, because Kara always agreed to whatever trade Lena offered, because saying no to Lena was harder than lifting a submarine over her head)

Kara leaned back against the kitchen counter coolly, trying not to betray her emotions. That turned into a job for Supergirl as Lena rose from the sofa with seductive grace, stalking across the loft with feline intensity. She was at once cuddly and soft in her sweater and a seductive vamp with her long inky locks pulled over one shoulder and the other bare.

Kara’s eyes locked on the bared skin, soft and creamy and crying out for a warm touch, then pulled away sharply as she willed herself not to ogle her best friend. It was a losing battle. Every step brought Kara back to the sway of her hips or the way her leggings gripped her thighs or the soft promise of her curves beneath that sweater.

Kara was starting to think she might be gay.

Lena stepped into her space. With both of them barefoot, Kara had a notable height advantage. Lena reduced it by rising on her tiptoes and threw her arms around Kara’s neck.

Kara had few weaknesses. Kryptonite. Magic. If kept up long enough, oxygen deprivation.

Lena Luthor.

She was so close that Kara could taste her breath, the fruity tang of the wine and the soft, inviting scent of Lena beneath her perfume. She was wearing a soft pink lip gloss that drew Kara to stare at her lips. She could almost feel them without touching. Her blue-green eyes were dark and sultry, and she leaned in on Kara, pressing the soft weight of her breasts against her chest.

Kara’s pulse went like a hummingbird and her knees went wobbly, but she simply ignored gravity.

Kara had other advantages. She could see the heat bloom on her skin and feel the change in he skin conductivity, and hear her heart racing. Lena’s pulse nearly matched her own.

Before she knew what she was doing, Kara had her hands resting on Lena’s sides just above her hips, moving on pure instinct. All she’d have to do was dip her head a fraction and she’d be kissing her. She was so close.

“Please pick dare,” Lena whispered.

It too every fiber of her being not to say “dare,” but she held her tongue. She also held Lena.

“I can’t. You’re drunk and I’m not.”

“Hi drunk, I’m dad.”

“Lena! This is serious!”

“Oh, you’re serious. I thought you were daddy.”

“Lena!”

“I dare you to…”

Kara pressed her finger to Lena’s lips.

“Lena, please listen. You’re drunk. I’m not. If you still want to do… whatever this is… in the morning, I… I want that. But not like this.”

Lena frowned and Kara thought she might die of sheer sorrow right there.

“Okay. Should I go home?”

“No, absolutely not. Just… do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll explain in the morning. I promise I’ll,” she swallowed hard, choking down the fear. “I’ll tell you everything.”

“Okay.”

Kara sighed and scooped Lena up, easily taking her weight in her arms. Lena yelped and hugged tight around her, clinging close and pressing cheek to cheek. Kara wanted to kiss her so bad that it ached in her chest, throbbed in her veins, but she didn’t. She carried her to the couch.

“Wait,” Lena said. “Can’t I sleep in the bed with you? I promise I won’t try anything.”

Kara nodded, mentally wincing. She carried Lena around to the bed and laid her down, drawing the blankets over her and settling her head on the pillow.

She had a choice to make her. The right thing to do, the honorable and chivalrous thing, would be to go sleep on the couch. She knew that, but the very idea of it was anathema to her.

To her credit, she stepped out of the bedroom to change and she put on pajama bottoms.

Kara took the far side of the bed, staring straight up. She didn’t expect to sleep a wink, but somehow she drifted off.

When she woke up, there was a weight on her. She looked down and found Lena pillowed on her chest. With a sigh, Kara rolled onto her side and drew Lena close, sheltering the other woman in her arms. In sleep she looked peaceful, so free of the worries and fears and anxieties that dogged her when she was awake.

Kara knew she should stop stroking Lena’s hair, knew she should let go of her, but the soft, hypnotic beat of Lena’s heart was nothing she could escape. She held Lena a little tighter, her own heart fluttering when Lena murmured her name on her sleep and hugged her back.

They woke up like that, Lena tucked in close under Kara’s chin. Lena was already awake when Kara woke up.

“Hi,” said Lena.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

“Head hurts.”

“I’ll get you something,” Kara said, starting to rise.

“Oh no you don’t,” said Lena, tugging her back down. “You said you were going to tell me everything.”

Kara froze.

“How much of last night do you remember?”

“I remember the part where I tried to climb you like a tree and you bridal-carried me to bed and tucked me in,” said Lena. “And the part where you started hugging me like a teddy bear.”

“You started that.”

Lena snorted. “Why didn’t you kiss me?”

“Like I said, you were drunk, and I can’t… not until I… you don’t know everything.”

Lena sighed, looking away, and then looked up.

“So, truth then. Are you Supergirl?”

Kara flinched back, momentarily struck numb. If she was asking that, it meant she knew the answer.

Lena stared at her hopefully, almost pleadingly, her big pretty eyes sparkling with unshed tears. She bit her lip and Kara melted, feeling herself turn to goo.

“Yes.”

Lena let out a long sigh of blessed relief, closing her eyes.

“Lena?”

“It’s my turn. I pick truth.”

“Okay, um,” said Kara, “why did you ask me why I didn’t kiss you?”

Lena rolled her eyes. “Because you’ve been staring at me like I’m a bowl of potstickers for years, and I was wondering if you were ever going to make a move.”

“Why would I look at you like you’re food?”

“I meant you were looking at me like I’m something you want to eat, Kara.”

“I’m not that kind of alien.”

Lena tensed, breathing sharply as she looked stunned and a little hurt.

“Wait,” Kara blurted, “oh Rao that was a joke, I didn’t mean I don’t want to… I really do want… I just , I’m… I don’t know what to say now.”

“I’m in love with you,” Lena sighed.

Kara froze. “You… you’re… with me… IIloveyoutoo.”

The mashed-together declaration had barely escaped her lips when Lena lunged closer and kissed her. From there it was pure chaos. Lena pulled and Kara followed, rapidly ending up on top of her as she shimmied out of last night’s outfit.

Kara pulled back from a soul-burning kiss as she felt the heat of Lena’s bare skin under her hands.

“Wait,” she said. “If I picked truth last night, what would you have asked?”

Lena smirked.

“Why do you stare at my chest all the time?”

Kara laughed, snorting a little.

“I’ll show you.”

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #love confessions #identity reveal #softcorp #drunk Lena #chivalrous Kara #Kara Danvers is a knight in shining armor #Kara respects consent #Lena has a naughty side #cuddlecorp

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greenunoreversecard · 2 months

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Kai,llyod, and Cole hc of them with a s/o that's kinda like a child of aphrodite from pjo? A bit more like piper though, they hate their gift and have to deal with cat callers alot?

I got cat called by way older men on the way home so this would be really comforting.

A/N:sorry it took so long to get this out for you. Ik my words can't offer much, but I'm sorry you get catcalled, it's not a fun feeling.

Sugar and spice-> Gn! Reader

individual headcanons of kai, cole and lloyd with a stunning S/O

Kai:

Kai, despite being extremely similar to his element in a multitude of ways, is an utter gentleman.

Hes always respectful of you, and makes sure to ask before he touches you in anyway, and is respectful with his eyes as well

With this said, as you guys grow close and start dating, he becomes uber protective of you.

He knows your very stunning.

And he knows others know that as well.

But alot of times, these people are creepy and go about saying: "hi, your outfit is cool" weirdly

And so he won't hesitate to punt a bitch into the sun

Most likely to throw a punch before a word leaves the creeps mouth.

And if your ever feeling gross and icky bc of the creeps?

Bros pulling out every stop.

Hes getting Zane to make a 10 course Michelin star meal, he's getting your comfort items, a hoodie (yours or his, doesn't matter) and he's becoming a 10/10 massager

Hes getting self care items, and a bath along with movies and cuddles with a side of shoulder to cry on

But if you get angry about the creeps??

He eggs you on. Agrees with you"YEAH BABE, FUCK THOSE ASSWIPES"

he will actively encourage any fist fights fights want to start with them

Hes your number 1 hype man, as well as comforter

Cole:

This man worships the ground you walk on. Just generally

Also drinks the respect tea (all of them do)

Hes always telling you how amazing you look, and even gives advice for anything you may need

Clothes? Food? Whatever hobby your working on?

He just has a eye for style of all categories

Hes generally also more down to earth, and realizes its much more than looks that makes a person

Which is why it takes him a bit longer to confess, as he wanted to get to know you better first (this man is demiromantic and demisexual)

Hes also fucking oblivious

So when people are more... sly about their intentions, like wording and such, he prolly won't notice

But the second he gets wind of what they are tryna pull

Hes super passive aggressive

And he slings a arm around your shoulder, or hides you behind him

Trys to talk it out first, and if they don't catch the hint they will catch his hands

Hes not... great with comfort tbh

His mom's dead and his dad's lowkey emotionally unavailable so he's not good at it

But he will rub your back when you cry, and buy takeout

He'll also prolly ask kai or Jay about how to comfort you better, bc both had either a sibling or parent.

He would ask Nia buts she's a younger sibling with a emotional brick wall of a brother so it's next to never she did some comforting.

Hes a little confused when it comes to comfort but Hes got spirit

Lloyd:

He has always been a little silly

So expect to bark at your aggressors

Idk why I just see him barking at your catcallers

Besides that

Hes always relied more on personality for if he likes someone, like cole

Not that kai doesn't care for personality he does, but looks plays a bigger factor for kai than they do cole and lloyd

Anyways

Off topic

Lloyd doesn't make a big deal how you look. Like doesn't comment on your outfits like cole.

Doesnt mean he doesn't think you don't look nice, bc he thinks you look lovely always

But moreso doesn't give a fuck

Wear a potato sack, or go naked, he doesn't give a fuck he just wants to get to the mall before it closes to he can check out the anime shops

He Def has a idrc additude, especially in dragon rising i feel, so I think if you want compliments you'd have to be outright about it, whereas the other two just kinda;"aww my partner is lovely🥰🥰"

And he's like;"babe, love you to bits and pieces but hurry the fucketh upeth I wanna get there before the fucking store closes"

And bc of that he's also the worst at comfort

Like he's always been told to suck it up so he kinda just is like... cool you done? And stands there awkwardly. He will get better with time, but please explain how to help better for future moments bc he was a Lil scared when you started crying.

Anyways back to the beginning about when mfs are being creepy

Barks at them

Fr barks

Bc it weird them out and he thinks it's funny

Or just tries to be as weird as possible

Like starts acting possessed

Crawls backwards on all fours like the lady from the ring or smth

If generally weirdness doesn't work he fights them

Though he tries to scare them off first

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multifandomsimagine · 3 months

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Imagine the morning after sleeping with Lexa

Sleep never stayed too long for Lexa. Being the Heda to the Kongeda meant there was rarely a chance for a good night's sleep. There was always something she had to do - whether it be meeting with the clans' ambassadors or trying to resolve an issue - she was always kept busy. She didn't sleep until the late hours of the night and woke up as soon as the sun peeked over the horizon. A heavy burden she had to shoulder as Heda but as she watched the daybreak's light bathe you in its warm glow, maybe it wasn't so bad to be up so early.

You were oblivious to the world around you as you slept, so at peace as you laid by her side. Despite all the dangers the world had - the Mountain Men, Azgeda, Skaikru, you felt at ease enough to sleep deeply, trusting in Lexa and believing that she could keep you safe. Even after she had shared her past with you - about Costia and how Lexa could do nothing to save her when Queen Nia kidnapped her - you trusted her.

Lexa turns to rest on her side so she could take you in. Staring at your face, she tries burning each one of your features into her mind. The way your hair was splayed over the furs with a few strands falling over your face. Eyes trailed down the slope of your nose and across the expanse of your cheeks until they reached the bridge of your lips. The lips she had spent the entire night caressing, trying to convey how much she felt for you with each kiss she bestowed.

"Ai hod yu in," She whispered. I love you. The words that she used to be so scared of speaking into the world, fearing that someone would overhear them and use them against her.

But you deserved to hear them. You, who helped change her views on love. You, who tore down the walls around her heart that she had built to protect herself. You, who she couldn't imagine being without. When you woke up, she would say them again. She could already see it. The grin that would appear on your face as you brightened at the revelation of her feelings. How you would pull her into a hug and kiss her as if it would the only thing you would be able to do. "Ai hod yu in, [Name]."

#Lexa x reader #Lexa imagine #Lexa imagines #The 100 x reader #The 100 imagine #The 100 imagines #yoshino writes imagines #Birthday event #birthday event 2024

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mylarena · 1 year

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ghost coming home to see soap cleaning the house and dancing to music and using a broom as a microphone.

so he walks in through the door after work, bone-tired, and hears muffled music from the living room, slips his shoes off and puts them by the door, takes off his face mask, and follows the sound. when he reaches the doorway, hes met with the sight of their living room in minor disarray, clean floors, and his husband swaying his hips to the beat of whatever pop song hes listening to. he leans against the door frame, crossing his arms, and looks at johnny with an amused and impossibly fond gaze.

“-oh-oh-oh-oh! ca-li-for-nia girls, we’re unforgettable! daisy dukes, bikinis on top-”

johnny is entirely oblivious to the man lurking behind him, instead completely absorbed in his performance. he sings along to the music, (only a bit off-key, in his opinion,) dancing and swinging his hips while gripping a broomstick in his hands to use as if it were a microphone. his sweeping has been long forgotten.

“-fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock! west coast represent, now put your hands up! oh-oh--OH-”

he spins around with the music, startling when he sees simon in the doorway watching him. simon suppresses a snicker as johnny places a hand over his heart.

“hell’s fuckin’ bells, si! how long have you been there?!”

“long enough to enjoy the show. you get distracted?”

he gestures at the furniture that’s been pushed against the walls to be swept under, quirking an eyebrow at johnny. the man let out a huff and rolled his eyes, leaning the broom against the wall and pausing his music. he approaches simon, who uncrosses his arms and places his hands on his waist. johnny reaches up and rests his arms on his husband’s shoulders, clasping his hands behind his head.

“aye, a bit. caught up in the music. how was work?”

he leans up to place a peck on simon’s lips, following it up with several across his cheek and jaw. simon tilts his head and nuzzles his nose against johnny’s. he lets him tilt his head up to place an kiss on the underside of his chin, then tugs him a bit closer, closes his eyes, and tips his head back down to rest their foreheads together. he lets out a weary sigh.

��exhausting. the kids were particularly wild today. almost like they didn’t want to learn about the great depression.”

“wonder why.”

johnny, never one to keep still for long, starts to sway back and forth, bringing simon along with him. simon follows along with no thought of doing anything else. truly, simon would follow johnny anywhere, no questions asked.

they stay like that for a while- holding each other close, swaying left and right to a melody in the silence that only they can hear, whispering sweet words and pressing tender kisses to each others faces.

#myposting #mydrabbles #soaptag #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghost/soap #soap/ghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #thank u emp for the history teacher suggestion #and the dancing idea #god i love them

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luvring · 1 year

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hellooo nia ^^ congrats on 4k!!!!! big milestone fs fs :flushed:

could I rq a couple relationship hcs for Vere from Touchstarved with an easily flustered s/o who (haha) secretly enjoys it? orrr some jealousy hcs from the fluff alphabet with him 👉👈 whatever u wanna do if its one or both or none idk TwT

he's been wracking my damn brain the last couple weeks istg-- anyway I hope this isn't too much to ask or anything. thank you sm if you end up writing for this one, have a good dayy :]

gn!reader, suggestive | HELLAUURR!!! i did both. mwahahaha. & thank u very much i love any opportunity to see 420(0) so that was quite fun. i hope U have an awesome day/week ^_____^

i'd say don't let him figure this out but that's quite impossible. he's Going to pick up on how you lean into his touch and how you never have a serious tone when you tell him to stop and how your eyes always seem to flicker over expectantly, searching for his next move.

he's going to have a field day. like eventually. Eventually he calms down but for the first few days he won't stop seeing how much he can fluster you

will walk up from behind and wrap an arm around your waist, casually tapping his fingers against you.

gets sauce or something on his fingers and licks it off a little too languidly to be normal while catching your gaze. will do this if you get something on the corner of your mouth. obviously.

you're not looking at him while responding or explaining something and he gently tilts your chin up with his index finger and says something about the Importance of Eye contact. he rests his chin in his hand and watches you flounder for 3 seconds before continuing

vere lets his gaze linger as he looks your outfit up and down and when you're covering your face and telling him to stop looking at you like that he goes Like what?

would let his top slip off his shoulder as if it isn't already unbuttoned and smirk when you notice. he won't move to fix it either. obviously

someone tells him to chill out because you look like you're going to explode and he gives them and you a look / knowing smirk. "Stop? i think they're enjoying it though. Aren't you, hon?" he purrs. STOP!! GAH...

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

hahaha. i haven't played in a long time so my characterization is fuzzy. i'm teetering between vere not getting jealous easily because he knows you're together and he's incredibly confident the person you're talking to is nowhere near his level v. him being more on the possessive(?) side because you're one of the only people he's close to What is that person doing.

i'll land on that i don't think he gets incredibly jealous,,, at least not easily! he Is confident in himself and your relationship,, plus he can tell when 1) you're trying to rile him up 2) genuinely oblivious to whatever the person's trying to do or 3) uncomfortable with the situation

no matter what i can imagine him coming up to you and getting your attention again, maybe sparking an introduction while he doesn't drop eye contact with the person in front of you.

vere doesn't have to try hard to be very menacing, and he casually gets you away from the situation. the ease he has facing the person is telling enough that Yes you're in a relationship and Yes he Is better and more important than them and No he isn't afraid to start shit if they do so Back off

if you were just trying to be a Brat. well. you've got his attention and you'll face some consequences for sure!

in a more lighthearted situation where you realize ?! omg were u jealous. omggg.... he deflects and says of course not. he just thinks that person was annoying and you had better things to do. he Will swoosh his tail at your face if you bring them up again (he is pouting a little bit.)

serious situation he checks to make sure you're feeling fine and gets you Out of there! will say the day is free for both of you to do whatever you like, and he stays closer for the rest of your outing

@lost-lonnie @mitskiologist

#touchstarved game #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved vere #nia goes to school #i have so many vere asks imcrying im so sorry #throws vere content at all of u while sweating #nia + touchstarved

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ekingston · 7 months

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Your reply on ao3 about your wife’s screenshot and being a cheerleader stuck with me, because I’ve realized I don’t actually articulate enough how amazing some writers (read: you) are. I finished the most recent chapter of soup (after eleven-thousand unacceptable distractions), and I was going to plunk together a quick comment that would absolutely not do enough justice to express the genius I find your writing to be. So instead I opened a google doc and started smashing my keyboard which resulted in a pretty long-winded... something, but allow me to fan-girl for like, a second:

The quality and style of your writing floors me every time. There is an effortlessness about it that makes it totally and completely bingeable but also something that gives a little more each time I read it. For me, it’s the most replayable form of literature: I can go back for the plot, for the character rapport, for the punchy dialogue, or for the voice of the narrator. It fits all the moods. It charms me. It amuses me. I want to hug it.

Your work excites me, and when I think of authors and works that excite me, I’m lumping you in with like, Heartburn which is an all-time favorite for that exact reason: I can binge it in a day or go back and sip on it and discover something clever and witty and just impossibly gorgeous in execution.

And speaking as someone who CANNOT for the life of me write something that doesn’t eventually tumble into a vat of angst, I also just adore the way you manage tension without losing the light-hearted reading experience. Holiday wine is a masterpiece, AND I think Soup is almost better because you juggle so much more: the chorus of characters are taking on their own plot lines, the stakes are higher, you add danger and adventure, you weave a more complex, interconnected storyline, and you massage it all beautifully to act as a supporting cast to the core of the story.

Which brings me to the trope (and a complete tangent): miscommunication. Like, ok look… I usually can’t stand it. But that’s mostly because of the execution: the obvious interruptions, the clear misdirection and disregard for natural intuition, the not asking the right questions, the very blatant ham-fisted forcefulness of it just… I can’t.

AND THEN YOU WENT AND MADE A MASTERCLASS OF IT.

You took every complaint you didn’t know I had and put in the work to make it believable. Kara is charmingly oblivious but not for lack of trying. She perfectly talks past Nia and Alex and Lena not just once but every. time. and every time is just so well-conceived and articulated and *gesticulates hands in the air wildly trying to find the right word* gah. The world of her confusion and misguidedness is so believable and commendable and *gesticulates again* gah. This is the absolute genius of the work. I will give kudos till I’m blue in the face about the story as a whole, but I will die on the ‘Easter crushed the miscommunication trope’ hill.

And this is just ONE EXAMPLE of how you knock it out of the park every single time. I could go on about how solidly you write the characters, how charming your prose is, how epic your one-shots are, or how I don’t even care that I can’t trust your chapter count anymore but this is already a run-on and I'm running out of air.

I don’t know how you write, if there is one draft or a million, if you just stream–of-conscious this into existence, or if you summon the words through a ouija board, but it’s brilliant and commendable and THANK YOU for doing what you’re doing.

so. this message is. a miracle? and you are a GIFT. and i’m not going to be able to elaborate much beyond that, because unlike you, i am terrible; at writing attentive notes, at handling compliments, and—hilariously, maybe, since i’ve finally started thinking of myself as a writer again after a decade of self-loathing false starts—at writing down my thoughts in an easily digestible way.

can i say it’s the nicest thing i’ve ever gotten from someone who isn’t (yet?) a close personal friend? that the timing of it was almost implausibly perfect because it arrived in the middle of the deep breathing exercises i was doing after being made aware of some deeply stupid twitter discourse around Soup that was going on right as i was getting ready to post its final chapter?

i think i’ll stick to the important stuff: like THANK YOU. like how your (AMAZING) note completely obliterated the bad stuff and made me excited not just to wrap up this fic, or even to jump into the next, but about doing it all in the first place. that it was a very needed reminder of what an immensely privileged position i’m in to be able to put something out online that brings people (you) enough joy that you want to come tell me about it. and, obviously, that the specific things you chose to highlight are extraordinarily flattering, and i am absolutely not immune to that kind of thing.

i went back and forth on publishing this ask because it feels almost embarrassing, and boastful. but whatever, you know? you made me feel good about my writing again and provided important perspective and ultimately you put thought and effort and overall awesomeness into it and i’m not going to hide that away when you intended it to be shared.

thank you. SO MUCH.

#also i’m totally going to cheat and add:#MISCOMMUNICATION MY BELOVED #if you’d told me a few years back that i was going to write a slapstick-adjacent romantic comedy of errors #i would have died a little inside #i LOATHED drama that only existed because people refused to open their mouths and speak to each other #you don’t know how thrilling it is to hear that you do too & that you think i got it RIGHT 🥳#anyway you. are a hero.#i’m going to be thinking about this one for a while!#ps it’s the ouija board. 100%#ask me things!#eqt-95 #TSOS #YMHW

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darkfictionjude · 11 days

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What if MC takes an interest in gardening? But the only flowers they really care about are the RO's favorite flowers. And they always have some for the RO, either from MC's own garden or because MC buys them for the RO. Do they notice? What do they think about this? Would they do something in return?

Imre notices right away. He’s never been given flowers, he finds it flattering like he’s being wooed. Although he has no idea what to do with flowers. He would offer to buy mc seed packets for them

Nia really likes it but she tells mc that maybe sometimes they can change it up, she doesn’t need so much identical flowers. Give her any that she’ll like it. She would send a huge and I mean huge bouquet to mc’s house

Lorcan doesn’t quite understand why mc does this. He’s a bit oblivious. He accepts them although he doesn’t really like having flowers on his person nor in house since to him they’re pretty to look at in nature but useless around him. If he does realize why mc does this he gets very bashful and gives them their favourite flower the next time he sees them

#flowers #we wretched creatures

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south-of-heaven · 7 months

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if your request are open Brandi & Cody x fem wrestler reader where she has a match against nia jax and gets injured if not ignore this!

Injured || Cody Rhodes x Reader x Brandi Rhodes

Summary: Cody and Brandi come and get you after you get injured by Nia Jax.

The arena was buzzing with excitement as you stepped into the ring. It was a crucial match against Nia Jax, a powerhouse, notorious for injuring her opponents. You knew the risks, but you were determined to give it your all.

The match was intense from the start. You and Nia exchanged blows, each of you trying to assert dominance. The crowd roared with every move, a sea of emotions washing over the arena. But as the minutes passed, you couldn't shake the feeling that Nia was taking things a bit too far.

A brutal slam to the mat left you dazed, and you could hear the crowd's collective gasp. Nia towered over you, a malicious glint in her eye. With a swift and forceful kick, she delivered a devastating blow to your midsection. Pain shot through your body, and the realization that something was seriously wrong hit you like a freight train.

You tried to rise, but your body rebelled. Nia continued her assault, seemingly oblivious to your distress. The crowd's cheers had turned to concerned murmurs, and the referee began checking on you.

As the official knelt by your side, it became apparent that the match had to end. He signaled for the bell, and Nia was declared the winner by disqualification. But the outcome was the last thing on your mind as the searing pain in your abdomen intensified.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, you heard a familiar voice. Cody and Brandi, rushed down the ramp, concern etched on their faces. Brandi had gotten her hands on a microphone and was going off on Nia for injuring you.

Cody slid under the ropes, and Brandi followed closely behind. They knelt by your side, their presence providing a comforting anchor amid the chaos.

"Easy, we've got you," Cody reassured you, his voice filled with worry. He gently cradled your head while Brandi carefully examined your condition. Their unwavering support was like a lifeline in that moment.

Nia, who had initially reveled in her "victory," now watched with a hint of trepidation as Cody and Brandi tended to you. The crowd, once filled with fervor for the match, had fallen into a stunned silence.

With their guidance, you managed to sit up, though the pain was still excruciating. Cody and Brandi helped you to your feet, their presence lending you the strength to walk out of the ring and toward the backstage area. As you exited, the crowd's applause for you and your partners filled the arena, their support unwavering even in the face of adversity.

In the locker room, Cody and Brandi continued to care for you, ensuring that you received immediate medical attention. It turned out that you had suffered a serious injury, one that would require time to heal.

Throughout your recovery, Cody and Brandi remained by your side, their unwavering support never wavering. In the world of professional wrestling, where injuries were all too common, having partners like them made all the difference. Together, you faced the physical and emotional challenges of the sport, a united team ready to tackle whatever came your way.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes fanfiction #cody rhodes #the american nightmare #brandi rhodes #brandi rhodes x reader #cody rhodes x reader x brandi rhodes

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livelaughlovecassie · 1 month

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Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

Pairing: Princess Valax x Nia Ellarious

Rating/Warning: General, mentions of injury

Summary: Getting to know people is a new experience for Valax. She’ll figure it out, slowly but surely.

A/N: Utterly feral about them, pumped out a small fic!! I hope y’all enjoy

There’s something exceedingly familiar about Nia’s touch now.

She knows it apart from the rest without looking- the distinction isn’t hard to make. Raine’s is like her- all encompassing, Imtura’s hearty and welcoming, Tyril’s betraying his learned elegance, Mal’s always accompanied with a grin (never to be trusted, Tyril warns), Aerin’s unsure of itself. Nia’s stands out in a category looping into others- a gentleness not learned like Tyril’s, halting as Aerin’s if she breaches whatever imaginary boundary she’d set up. When she relaxes though, Valax feels something different, commanding. Nia’s touch is one of somebody who’s learned what they want, give her enough time and her touch is equally as magnetic as she is.

It’s ridiculous, to spend so much time catalouging such a thing as touch. No need to be familiar with subordinates, reminds her mother’s voice.

Familiarity with friends, she corrects. Something Raine once deemed essential- and she’s not one to skimp on the essentials.

“I hope this isn’t hurting you-” Nia worries, bringing Valax’s attention back to the touch behind the spiral. “It’ll heal without any issues, but it can be rather uncomfortable.”

“Even if so, complaints about pain would be useless” she informs her, tucking her leg slightly. Had they not taught this during her training as a priestess at the temple? She can’t imagine a profession that requires the advice more. Nia’s told her few stories, but she never did need much information to understand things- she knows enough. For a place where others choose to unburden themselves, its workers are surprisingly discouraged from the practice.

The flow of Nia’s shadow doesn’t so much as falter at this, healing the admittedly inconvenient scratch. She can feel the difference in her use of it now- she relishes in the lack of restraint. Familiarity led to comfort- Nia wields what she once deemed the worst of herself as though it’s an old friend. Following this line of thought, her hand wanders, finding Nia’s leg. Not total unrestraint, but a bit of indulgence as she rests her hand.

“Not always” Nia offers, and Valax yet again finds her attention diverted. It’s disconcerting to be near Nia, she’s never sure what to focus on. She often deigns to watch her lips- (she’s not oblivious to why it garners childlike giggles from Raine and Mal, she informs them so one night, but such trivalties are between the two of them)- she can’t deny enjoys the flush of Nia’s cheeks when she realizes she’s been noticed in such a way. “Complaints bring attention to the problem. We don’t do ourselves any favors by repressing things”

Valax’s eyes flick to her lips again.

“Repression, restraint. Coveted traits, to ask my mother. But I suppose that there’s sense in that” she allows, flexing her arm. Perfectly healed. “I’d still be suffering otherwise. Thank you- for the musings and the healing”

Nia’s responding smile is slightly strained as she waves a hand dismissively. “It’s a pleasure to be able to help.”

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #choices blades of light and shadow #blades of light and shadow 2 #choices blades of light and shadow 2 #choices fanfic #princess valax #nia ellarious

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