#Uhhhh what else um

[vergess]

Who here has shoulder injuries and uses atypical keyboad layouts as symptom management.

Do you prefer Colemak standard or DH? Something else?

[zeroends]

BREAKING NEWS: SIMON PETRIKOV FINALLY HAS TO OVERCOME HIS PROBLEMS

[superokayy]

i never posted this here, but this is a banner i did for mirandarenn on twitch! it was a ton of fun to design this little cottage 💚

[h0ney-bee]

I'll post this here too

[deeisace]

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[quillkiller]

not me pulling out laura mulveys essay about visual pleasure and narrative cinema in the gc and going on about how women are always passive and men are always active in the narrative structure. we’re talking about lily evans btw! imagine having more of a buzzkill friend than me

[m3n0ss]

this one isnt a reupload i made this today, i dont like it that much but meh

[silverselfshippingchaos]

happy summer vacation :D

[momagainstmorgues]

DESPITE YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS THAT GIRL IS LIKE AN ARCHITECT AND I AM JUST A NEW INVENTION

[mouseymilkovich]

First I wanted to tell you that I really love the way you write, you have me checking the app every minute. ✨️🤭

And second, I wanted to see if you'd like to write an idea that came to my head: it's about Carmy, maybe going to buy something or just walking around, who meets the reader (who is his first and great love), but due to different circumstances life separated them. They start talking and Carmy discovers that she got married, had a son and is now divorced and his eyes light up with this information.

Maybe he knows the reader's son in this integration or just knows of his existence

I'm really excited to see what you write (whether it's my request or not), I can't wait. 🌻❤️

oh yes. oh yes yes yes. i love this. the idea of step-dad!carmy???? yes. ALSO!!! THANK U SM

Content Tags: Uhhhh divorce mention ig??? Brief Claire mention too lol

Out of all the people in Chicago, Carmy had never expected to see you again. You were his first serious girlfriend— okay, his only serious girlfriend, considering how little time he'd spent dating between culinary school and now.

Of course, you'd forced yourself to move on with your life— you thought you'd probably never see Carmy again. You'd gotten married, had a kid, and now you were in the middle of a messy divorce. The worst part of things was deciding the custody of your son.

Your son, your beautiful son... Parker. Yes, you named him after your first love, Peter Parker... nobody else needed to know that, though.

Carmy had heard about your son through various people— Sugar, Richie, even Claire. Now, he was five years old, and you were going shopping to get school things for him. How much shit did a kindergartener need though, really?

Now, you weren't expecting to run into Carmy at Target. But you did. And you stared in silence at each other for a moment, before your son broke it.

"Mommy? You 'kay?" He asked.

You snapped out of your unintentional staring contest with Carmy, smiling a little at Parker. "Yeah, bud, mommy's fine."

"Who's dat?" He asked, looking over at Carmy curiously.

Carmy smiled awkwardly, anticipating how you would introduce him to your little boy.

"You this is mommy's friend, Carmen— almost everybody calls him Carmy, though." You explained with a little smile.

Friend.

"Uh, hi buddy. Yeah, I've known your mom for a real long time!" He nodded.

"Do you know my daddy too?" Parker asked Carmy curiously, tilting his little head.

"Oh, uh, no, bud. Sorry. I never met him. I'm sure I will though—"

"Probably... not." You muttered softly.

Carmy looked at you in confusion. Why would you not want him to meet your husband?

"We're in the middle of a divorce." You told Carmy quietly. You knew Parker knew, but you didn't exactly like talking about it in front of him.

"Oh— um, I'm sorry..." He replied softly, though it was hard to hide the excited gleam in his eye, hearing that you were newly single.

"It's... fine. I guess. Just... shit happens..." You muttered.

"Shit!" Parker repeated with a little giggle.

"Parker! No, you can't say that—" You said, trying to stifle a laugh.

"Parker, huh?" Carmy muttered, giving you a little smirk. "Wouldn't be after Peter Parker, would it?"

"Oh my god, so what if it is!" You laughed. "Shush. Nobody else has figured it out."

Carmy laughed softly, rolling his eyes. "So, um... just shopping?"

"School shopping. My boy's going to kindergarten!" You told Carmy with a proud, but slightly sad, smile.

"Damn... really?" He muttered softly. "Shit. Where's the time go?"

"I don't know..." You muttered with a little laugh.

You stood in silence for a moment. Finally, Carmy took a deep breath as he plucked up courage.

"Do you... wanna catch up? Over coffee or something? Sometime, I mean."

You were a little surprised by the question, but smiled. "Yeah... I'd like that."

"Can I come too?" Parker asked with big eyes.

You and Carmy both laughed, and you smiled at Carmy sweetly.

Carmy looked at Parker, and what he said just made your heart melt. "I would be honoured for you to join us, buddy."

Maybe this was the beginning of something better.

[miloformula123fan]

Hi hi, hope ur doing well :), I'd really love a mark webber fic with either fem tattoo artist reader or heavily tattooed fem driver reader

ahahah thank you so much :)

apologies it took so long to get out

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

and if you want to be added to my taglist lmk :)

mark webber x fem!tattoo artist reader

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“Mark, you don’t have to get anything. They just require an adult over 21 to come in with me for some reason, they require a legal adult there, that doesn’t have to be a parent. I think it’s so you don’t bail halfway through, and you are the closest, and I didn’t want to drag my parents out and…” Daniel pleaded to Mark. This was not Mark’s plan of how he wanted to spend the winter break.

“Fine! Damn it Daniel, you really are a piece of work sometimes. As long as I don’t have to get a tattoo, sure.” Mark conceded.

“Thank you thank you thank you!”

“Let’s go kiddo, before you make me regret it.” Daniel wasn’t a kid, not at all if he was going to race in f1 next year and get a tattoo this year. But compared to Mark, who still felt somewhat young, Daniel was a baby. So he took him to the tattoo place.

Mark would’ve been slightly worried that he was walking into an elite escort club if it weren’t for the fact that he had read every review of this place to make sure it was safe and triple checked that they were at the right location before they entered and he had asked every staff if they were in the right place. He’d asked the 3 people so far who had checked his ID, the 2 who had searched his bags, the 2 who had chatted to Daniel about design and the 2 that had chatted to him about his design until they realised he wasn’t getting one, and they had all confirmed that he was in the right place. And then finally, they had emerged into a room that looked like a tattoo and piercing studio. 

While the lighting seemed to be mostly based off of lamps, it was a relatively well lit building. The aesthetic was very dark and grungy, but the place was lit well enough that the piercers and tattoo artists could see what they were doing. The tattoo reclinable chairs were all black, Mark imagined so they didn’t have to be cleaned when patients bleed.

“Okay, hey Daniel, I’m your tattoo artist for today. There’s just a few final things I need to check on, and then we are ready to go! Hey, I’m Y/N, are you Daniel’s Dad?”

“Uhhhh, no. I’m just a friend who offered to come. I’m Mark.” Mark offered his hand and Y/N shook it politely. He took note of the bats and snakes that trailed up her right arm and was about to inspect them, before realising that this handshake had gone on for way too long and now appeared borderline creepy.

“Um…okay, are you getting a tattoo today?” Y/N asked, when Mark had finally let go of her arm

“No. Definitely not.” Mark shuddered at the thought.

“Okay, back to you then Daniel. Do you have a drink bottle, or at least some way of hydrating today?”

“Yeha, I have this water bottle.” Daniel held up a small crinkled plastic water bottle that Mark was sure was max half filled. He watched Y/N cringe at it.

“Do you have anything else? I know this is your first tattoo, so I don’t blame you for being a little underprepared but based on the tat we’re doing today, and how big it is, I think you’re gonna need more water so-” - Y/N

“I have some in my bag, just to be safe.” Mark smiled at Y/N who smiled back before turning back to Daniel. Mark pulled out the backpack he had brought and pulled out some snacks, 2 big water bottles, and a smaller one for himself.

“Eaten a big meal today? We’re gonna be here a while and have you put moisturiser on your thigh?” 

“Yeah, I ate a big meal for lunch with Mark, and there’s moisturiser on my thigh, although it may need a bit more.”

“Okay, I’ve got extra, don't worry about it. Have you shown Mark your design? Maybe take off your shorts, and then while I get the moisturiser you can show him your design.”

As Y/N wandered off, Mark watched as Daniel shimmied his shorts off before lying back on the chair and pulling a piece of paper from the backpack and turning it around.

Mark had to admit, it was a very pretty tattoo. He gasped as he looked at it, and if another artist had turned round to him then and there he would’ve immediately agreed to have a tattoo done. The art was stunning and Mark agreed that while the tattoo would take a while, the concept drawing would’ve taken even longer.

It was a lighthouse and a ship, with ‘no regrets’ in a banner on top and ‘only memories’ in a banner on the bottom. The ship and lighthouse were very intricate and Mark could almost see every pen stroke that had been put on the piece of paper. As he studied it, he heard Y/N come back and pop the bottle of the moisturiser, and start murmuring to Daniel about pens and needles and colouring. Finally he heard the 2 laugh and looked up from studying the artistry.

“Sorry Mark. I do need the design to uhh tat Daniel up here and so I do need the design. Now Daniel, have you had any ibuprofen, alcohol, coffee or fish oil in the last 48 hours? These things tend to be blood thinners, and I really don’t want you bleeding out on my floor. It’s also more painful for you, as you’re going to end up with more skin irritation, which is not fun.”

“Why are you doing such a big and intricate tattoo to start with? Surely most people start with smaller tattoos.” Mark curiously asked

“Yeah but I figured if I get one big one, I’ll only ever get one so it’s fine.” Daniel said sheepishly

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that kiddo. That’s what I thought, and now look at me. I personally like my smaller tattoos better, but it’s all personal preference.” Y/N smirked before she grabbed the needle and began the long process.

Mark tried to watch with interest, wanting to absorb everything Y/N was doing. But he ended up having to turn away as Daniel got a needle stabbed into him multiple times.

“Why’d you bring a squeamish one, Danny?” Y/N laughed from seeing Mark’s reactions

“Haha, I didn’t know. Maybe you should give him a tattoo, see how he reacts?” 

“No. No tattoo.” Mark chanted as he stared up at the ceiling, hands clenched into fists on his legs.

“How about a piercing? It can just be in your ear, you won’t even see the needle, and it’ll be painless, mostly. A lot less pain than this tattoo, hey Danny?” 

“Yeah, come on Mark! I did my ears when I was 13. Very painless, at least compared to this.”

“Fine. When are you gonna do it?” Mark conceded, done with their antics and persuasion.

“Probably in about an hour, when Daniel needs a break from this tat. Do you want me to do it, or would you prefer someone else to do it, like Jayden, or Alex or Leo? They’re all specialist piercers, as opposed to me, who’s technically a specialist tattoo artist. I can pierce your ear, obviously, but if you’d rather someone who’s probably a bit better, and if you just want to get it over and done with, then you can do someone else!”

“Uhhh, no, no. I’d rather you’d do it, if that’s okay?” Mark shuffled awkwardly, unsure.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, that’s fine. I may get Leo to just talk you through everything, cause I can’t multitask, and he’ll take your notes on preferences. LEO! Get over here.” - Y/N

Mark ended up getting quizzed by a man with more piercings and tattoos than Mark could care to count. He quizzed him on piercing placement, what earrings he wanted in and the care required afterwards, until finally Daniel asked for a break.

“Alright, all good by me. I’ll get Jayden to grab you some food and some drink to get you through while I…” she spun around to face Mark “pierce Mark’s ears.”

Mark gulped. He was certain that this was a bad idea.

And yet Y/N was so soft with him. She sanitised his ears, and put numbing cream on it. She talked him through everything and what she was doing, and the actual piercing of the ears was unnoticeable. Because she was talking the entire time, about motorsport and any random things she could think of. Mark was happy and content, at least until she pulled back and turned back to Daniel.

“Are you ready to resume, Daniel?” - Y/N

“What happened to you piercing my ears?” - Mark

“Mark…I have pierced your ears. You’re all done.” - Y/N

“What?” Mark put his hands up to his ears and felt the small pieces of metal stuck in his ears.  “Oh, sorry, I didn’t even feel it.” - Mark

“Good, you’ll start feeling it soon, don’t worry, particularly the more weight.” - Y/N smiled before turning back to Daniel’s thigh and kept going with his tattoo.

Mark smiled and watched as her hands delicately worked on Daniel’s skin. The tattoo looked even better than it did from her sketches. He tried to not be too creepy but he loved watching the planets on her fingers crinkle while she concentrated. She brushed some hair out of her face and Mark was drawn to the bee behind her ear, looking ready to buzz away.

Way too soon Daniel's tattoo was finished and they had to leave. Mark did give Y/N his number and they started talking, as Mark begged her to come to a race. She came for Daniel’s F1 debut race down in Melbourne and kept texting Mark throughout, asking what certain terms she heard thrown around were.

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BONUS SCENE

“Nice earrings Mark, when’d you get them?” Seb asked as they met before pre-season testing.

“Oh over the winter break you know?” Mark grinned, determined to not spoil his secret of Y/N

“Nice, you planning a tattoo next?” Seb grinned. He could always tell when Mark had a secret.

“Ha, nope. Just taking Daniel on more expeditions.” Mark said ‘i hope’ he added in his head

“More piercings then?” Seb grinned mischievously.

“Ha, maybe, maybe seb, maybe.” He smiled thinking about getting more piercings, letting Y/N touch his body with her surprisingly soft hands, maybe he’d get a piercing in a more intimate spot next time.

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taglist: @leosxrealm, @pear-1206 @tallrock35 @janeholt3

[jadeleechsupportgroup]

Envenomate

azul's diet includes salad dressing and the blood of his enemies.

azul x reader

cw: mild blood, biting

also on ao3

gift for @boundlessentity 🐙🧡

1

“I learned some cool stuff in bio today.”

Azul glances up at you as he takes a bite of his salad. “Hm?” He has too many manners to talk with his mouth full.

You have a habit of eating much faster than him. Probably why you get the hiccups so often. But hey, food is meant to be enjoyed. “Yeah, like, all octopi have venom in their spit.”

He chuckles and dabs at his mouth with a napkin, then takes a sip of water. “‘Octopi’ is not a word.”

You scoff at him. “That’s your takeaway? First of all, language snobbery is classist. Second, I will die before I use ‘octopuses’ as a noun on purpose. I will accept ‘octopods’ as a compromise but it’s on thin ice.”

He merely smiles into his glass of wine. “What else did you learn?”

“Uhhhh.” You glance up at the ceiling like the air overhead holds the answers. “You don’t actually have tentacles, just arms?”

“Correct. I do, in fact, have arms.”

“Shut up. Also you could get eaten by a shark.”

“So could you.” He spears the last few leaves of arugula on his fork and swirls them through the lemon pepper vinaigrette. One of Vil’s recipes that probably cost him one of his eight (ten?) arms. “This does not sound like a terribly informative class.”

“Can we go back to the poisonous spit?”

“Venomous.”

“Whatever. Does your therapist tell you you deflect this much?” You take the last two pieces of bread and load them up with olive oil and salt.

“I am merely ensuring you do not commit false information to memory.” He repeats the napkin-and-water-sip ritual. “For something to be poisonous means that it causes damage by being ingested, inhaled, absorbed, things of that nature. Eating a puffer fish, for example.” His eyes take on a different cast as he gazes at you, though he rests his chin atop his hands with his elbows on the table, a tiny concession to the side of himself with fewer manners. “Venom, in contrast, is injected into the victim, as it must enter the bloodstream to work. Merely touching it poses no danger, assuming no other toxins with adverse effects are present, or the surface is not already compromised.”

You just sort of blink at him. “Is it, um…like…has it touched me?” One hand hovers over your mouth as your fight-or-flight response helps you vividly imagine what it would be like for your face to go numb with a deadly neurotoxin. He wouldn’t do that.

Though the hunger in his expression suggests otherwise. You really wish he would quit this diet nonsense.

“Perhaps.” Another laugh ripples out of him. The sound makes it feel like you’re underwater even though you’re in the dining room. “What would you do if I said yes?”

You have the abrupt, terrifying mental image of him climbing onto the table and crawling towards you, knocking all the plates to the floor, licking his lips and holding you captive with too many arms, watching you squirm until he bites you and you can’t move anymore.

Then his face lightens and he laughs cheerfully. “I am joking, my love. Besides…you would have noticed.” Another smile, another sip of wine and then water. Vil said it helps to cleanse the palate of any lingering acidity to preserve one's smile.

How reassuring. “This diet is messing with your head.” You aim your bread at him. “You need more protein.”

He has taken to running one finger around the rim of the wine glass, sending a whine through the air. “Perhaps you are right.”

You wish he would stop looking at you like you’re the protein.

Dating Azul Ashengrotto should have been frightening for reasons that mostly did not involve the man himself.

His line of work, somewhat. His clientele, certainly. But him? He had always treated you differently. Protective. Gentle. Sweet, even, though nobody would believe you for it. What he saw in you must have been special, because you had nothing to offer that would be of any measurable value in return. And not once has he roped you into a client’s contract or put you in danger.

The hell with it. You stand and go around to his side of the table to give him your favorite kind of hug, where you drape your arms over his shoulders from behind and bury your face in his luxuriant hair. He hums contentedly and lays one hand over the point where your arms cross, near what you are pretty sure is the space between his second and third hearts. His other hand finds your hair in return.

“You smell nice,” you mumble.

“You are much too kind.” He turns around in his chair enough to look at you, close enough to kiss but not actually doing it. His eyes drop to your mouth before moving back to meet your gaze. “And much, much too good for me.”

At least he does finally kiss you after all. And it doesn’t even taste like salad dressing.

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[biblomaniac]

Part two of the fic ‘My Lovers’s Got Humor’

Kara flies into the Tower through the balcony entrance after helping at the scene of a massive pileup. A box truck overturned in the middle a two-way road leading into National City. It was just after five o’clock in the evening, meaning many cars were headed to the outskirts of the city to return to suburban homes.

Due to the position of the truck, vehicles traveling on both sides of the road were unable to brake safely, meaning they impacted the truck and the vehicle in front of them one after another. By the time Kara made it to the scene, five cars entering the city and 9 leaving the city had been involved in the accident. The wreckage was a disaster, people hurt in nearly every vehicle, with the most mangled cars being the ones in direct contact with the truck.

It took several hours to safely extract each person, turn off engines and checking fuel lines on each vehicle, lest a fire break out. Luckily, everyone involved made it to the hospital safely. Supergirl stayed after to help clear debris off the road so that backed up traffic could continue on about their evening.

By the time she was done, soot and ash covered almost the entirety of her suit while streaks of black marred the tanned skin of her face. Kara intended to go straight to the showers of the Tower before heading home. That is, until she heard the melodic beat of Lenas heart. Kara follows the sound to the lab where the scientist was tinkering with a proton gun she had confiscated from a rogue alien last week.

“Hey, Lena,” she greets, stepping into the room.

Lena looks up, she’s brightening at the sight of her best friend. She lays her tools down, removing the safety goggles on her face before crossing the floor to meet the blonde.

“Hi, darling. My, my, my, busy day I see.”

“Hey, I just got done with the accident on I-12. What have you been doing?”

“Trying to reverse the polarization on this gun. I want to see how effective its blast radius is.”

Kara loves to hear Lena talk about science. Though she played dumb for much of her time on this planet, Kara was actually very knowledgeable on Earths STEM fields. The information was primative in comparison to Krypton.

“I love hearing you talk about science.”

“Oh, really? I wouldn’t want to bore you.”

“You could never. I find intelligence an attractive quality in a woman.”

A dark brow raises, “Interesting. What else do you find…attractive, in a woman.”

Kara chuckles awkwardly and begins to list qualities she finds attractive in Lena, specifically. “Uh. Beauty, humility, a sense of humor, kindness. Y’know, the usual.”

“I see. You know what I find attractive?” Lena asks conspiratorially.

Kara ears perk. She’ll take just about any crumbs Lena will drop.

“Someone who’s smart, strong, brave, loyal, sweet…”

Okay. Okay. I can fit those, right? I’m super strong, I fight crime for a living, I’m vastly more intelligent than I seem, and I’ve been compared to a golden retriever on more than one occasion. Maybe I do stand a chance!

“And has lots and lots…of muscles.” Lena finishes, hand trailing along the dirty sleeve of Kara’s suit and squeezing. Her voice is a low whisper that caresses Kara’s ears.

Golly.

Kara tenses, unintentionally flexing the muscles of her bicep. “Uhhhh. Um. Yeah. Cool cool. Well, I should shower! I’d hate to get you dirty, I mean— nevermind, see you!”

As she speeds toward the bathrooms, she hears Lena chuckling at her departure.

**********************

“No no no no n—dammit, Kara!” Alex exclaims.

Kara has just won their final round of Jenga, making her the champion of this game night.

“Suck it, Alex!”

“Language!” Kelly interjects.

“Sorry,” they both mutter sheepishly.

Esme isn’t usually present for game night, but her sitter cancelled and the group decided to pull out some of the more kid-friendly games to play with the young alien.

“How about we watch a movie? Since it seems you two can’t play nice,” Lena suggests from the kitchen.

“Good idea. Esme! Why don’t you pick a movie for us to watch?” Kara offers.

“Okay!” Esme skips to the console, opening it up to reveal the plethora of movies Kara has collected. There are a number of plays, musicals and other mediums available, but Esme only has eyes for the children’s films.

“Can we watch The Princess and the Frog?” Esme asks, pulling out the box to show the title.

“That’s one of my favorites! Have you seen it before?” Nia asks, grabbing the box to load the DVD into the player.

The little girl shakes her head, “No, but we read the book for story-time this week in school. I liked it.”

“You’ll love the movie, then. Kara made me watch it when we became friends and I loved it,” Lena says, walking back to the living room. She surveys the room with a sharp eye, determining where she will sit.

Evidently, Kara looks like the comfiest option. The brunette walks over, placing her drink on the end table before sitting sideways in Kara’s lap, her back to the arm rest.

Dear Rao, what do I do? Should I hold her? Maybe, she’s in my lap. Where do I put my hands? Her lap? Maybe not, what if—

“Aunt Kara, why is your heart beating so fast?”

Kara immediately flushes, rushing to quiet Esme before she embarrasses her any further. She would not say this is her proudest moment, but a six year old calling her out on her feelings was not in the agenda for today.

“Esme! What did we say about using other peoples powers without permission?”

The littlest brunette ducks her head at the admonishment, “Sorry.”

“Come here, love,” Lena beckons, spreading her arms to invite Esme for a hug.

She walks over head bowed low before burrowing unruly curls into Lena’s chest.

Kara feels bad immediately. “Oh, little one. I’m sorry.”

She places a hand on Esme’s back, running it up and down in a soothing motion.

“It’s okay,” comes the muffled reply.

“It’s not, I’m sorry. Come, give Aunt Kara a hug.”

Esme plants one knee into the couch, climbing on with Lena’s help to rest in her lap, head on Kara’s shoulder.

Kara kisses the girls forehead, squeezing her just tight enough for her little Dryllian body.

“You okay, love?” Lena asks her.

“Yeah, all better.” She presses a kiss to Kara’s cheek, then Lena’s, before speeding back to her parents to watch the opening scene of the movie.

In the time it takes for the movie to truly begin, someone has turned down the lights. The open curtains wash the room in soft moonlight. Snacks are shared, blankets passed out, and phones off for the optimal home theatre experience.

Yet, Kara still feels bad. It’s not Esme’s fault she gets nervous around Lena now. Sensing her distress, Lena turns to rest more fully against Kara. She lays her head in Kara’s strong neck.

“Don’t feel bad, darling. It was an accident, and you did the right thing apologizing.”

Lena’s warm breath on her skin makes Kara shiver. She doesn’t respond verbally, only squeezing Lena once in acknowledgment.

By the time Tiana is preparing beignet’s, Lena has burrowed herself under a blanket, arms tucked up against Kara’s chest. Her warm breath hits Kara’s neck at every exhale.

Kara still hasn’t figured out what to do with her hands. One is tucked into the couch cushions and the other hangs over the arm rest. The position has to look awkward to everyone glancing at them.

The editor feels a warm hand touch her cheek to angle her face down. Lena looks into her eyes before moving up slightly to whisper into her ear.

“Relax, darling. You can hold me.” The lilting whisper is meant to soothe, instead it winds Kara up even more.

Tentatively, Kara moves one hand just above Lena’s knee while the other wraps around her back, cradling her close. The soft clothes the scientist is wearing are actually Kara’s, but boy do they look and feel infinitely better on Lena.

“Good?”

“Good. You can touch Kara, I won’t bite. Unless you ask, of course.” Lena nips at Kara neck playfully.

Rao, give me strength.

**********

Tonight is themed night at Al’s. This month, the theme is country. Kara sports a white tee tucked into beat dark blue jeans, brown cowboy boots, and a black cowboy hat.

Kara is at the bar waiting on the next round of orders when she feels Lena standing at her right, back to the bar and gazing out onto the dance floor. She looks out the corner of her eye, trailing her eyes up and down her friends figure.

The pants Lena is wearing are sinfully tight and flaring at the legs, hugging her curves perfectly. Her borrowed plaid shirt from Kara is tied in the front just below her sternum to hug her chest and show her belly. Her hair flows loosely, curling in its natural ringlets. The black one inch boots are comfortable, much more modest than her typical footwear.

Unfortunately for her, Lena notices.

“My eyes are up here.”

Cobalt eyes shoot to kryptonite green. A sheepish smile adorns her face.

“See anything you like in particular?” Lena asks cheekily, leaning back further on her elbows. This position happens to present her chest better than the first. It takes all of her Kryptonian strength to keep her eyes on Lena’s.

“Just admiring the view,” she smirks, tipping her hat down.

A boisterous laugh escapes Lena’s parted lips.

“I could say the same, darling.”

The ladies are interrupted by the arrival of their drinks, “Order for Kara?”

“Here! Thanks.” Kara grabs the tray and returns to the table. Lena follows behind, commenting on people’s outfits as they pass by.

Kara places the tray on the table, handing out drinks and food before returning to her previous seat in the booth. Lena remains standing, occupying the space behind Kara as she sips her drink, talking to Brainy about one project or another.

Nia perks up at the song change.

“Ohhh, I love this song! Lena, come dance with me!” She exclaims, pulling Lena to the dance floor by her hands.

Kara watches them go with a small smile. For so long, Lena had refused to believe that their friends were truly hers outside of a relationship with Kara. Seeing Lena dance with Nia, happy and carefree, warms her heart.

“Kara, go dance with her.”

“Huh?” Kara turns to the voice, eyes traveling to connect with Kelly’s across the table.

“Ask her to dance! Remember what we talked about? This is a chance for you to make your move.” Kelly reiterates.

“How should I ask her?”

“With your words, Kara. She’s not a stranger; go up to her and ask to dance. It’s that simple.”

Kara bites her lip, glancing back to the floor to see her friends dancing together.

“I can do this, right?”

“You can! Go go,” Kelly shoos.

“I got this. I got this.” Kara tells herself, weaving through the crowd to reach her friends.

Reaching them, she makes eye contact with Nia before looking to Lena, “Can I cut in?”

“Of course, darling. You don’t mind, do you, Nia?”

“Oh no, you go right ahead.” Nia smirks conspiritually. She gives Kara two thumbs up behind Lena’s back before disappearing to the table.

“So, uh. Would you do me the pleasure of sharing a dance?”

“How formal. Should I curtsey to accept your invitation?” She jokes.

Kara shrugs playfully. “A ‘yes’ will suffice.”

“Then yes, I would love to dance with you.”

Lena starts to sway, but Kara stands mostly still. Her “dancing” is often more of an awkward flail, and this certainly isn’t the time for that.

“I thought you wanted to dance; why are you so far away?”

“You want me closer?”

“Yes, Kara. Here; put your hands on my hips,” Lena grabs Kara’s hands, placing them low on her hips then wrapping her arms around Kara’s shoulders.

“See? Now move, you look like a deer in headlights.”

Kara’s wants to say: I feel like I’m staring into the sun.

What she really says is: “Okay.”

Kara follows Lena’s movement, going side to side, back and forth, moving to the rhythm of the beat. The lights flashing onto the brunettes skin make her look ethereal; like a being from out of this world (which really, Kara should be used to by now, seeing as she herself is a literal alien).

At the next song, the brunette turns in the taller woman’s arms, left hand dropping to hold Kara’s against her hip. She pressed her backside into Kara’s pelvis, hips never ceasing their movement even when the cadence of the beat changes abruptly. The music itself isn’t the quick beat of a line dance or the slow melody of a love ballad. Instead, it has a deep thrumming bass that Kara feels vibrating in her chest.

Pale skin feels incredibly hot beneath her clothes. Kara spreads her hands to palm at Lena’s hips and waist, but not trailing any farther above or below.

I may be using some…morally gray tactics, but I’m still a gentlewoman.

The hand grasping Kara’s neck pulls, tugging the blond to lean down to rest her lips near a pierced ear.

“Are you enjoying the dance?” Kara asks, testing the waters by pressing a quick kiss to the shell of her ear.

She feels a minute shiver emanate from her partner. “Very much so.”

Lena plays in loose hair at her nape, keeping her close and pliable. Kara is more than happy to wrap her body around Lena’s, molded to her back, hands roaming. When a pale hand reaches down to shift her open palm, Kara thought she’d gone too far somehow. That is, until Lena drags her hand up her side and across to rest on the naked skin of her stomach.

“You have to keep moving, Kara.”

“Sorry, you’re just so pretty. It distracts me,” Kara admits truthfully.

The brunette inhales sharply, movements pausing for a split second. Her heart thuds a little offbeat.

“Yeah?” She says questioningly, as if she doesn’t know she’s drop dead gorgeous.

“Absolutely,” states Kara. The tan hand on her stomach presses lightly, as if being closer is even possible. Lena doesn’t say anything, but Kara hopes she’s just as flustered as she was.

They move in silence for a while after that, relishing the closeness they’ve acquired.

Kara vaguely hears the DJ speaking into a mic, prompting people to take to the dance floor. “Okay, everybody! This hoedown is sure to get out your seats!”

An upbeat tempo comes on, making their current position a bit out of place. Kara watches people flood to the floor, forming lines and preparing to dance.

“Well that’s my cue, thanks for the dance, darling!” Lena turns in her arms, pressing a kiss to the corner of pink lips before walking past Kara.

On her way by, Lena grabs the hat on Karas head, placing it on her own as she retreats from the floor.

Kara stands there, fingers pressed to her face, watching tempting hips sway all the way back to the table.

[behoright]

secret situationship with andrei

you, a new intern for the PTs in the hurricanes. andrei, lonely, overworked player. and lots of long hours. warnings: 18+ contains smut, mentions of injury n blood. also this is cliche as hell.

- uhhhhhhh so basically

- yes you have to get a certain amount of hours to graduate and stuff

- and your older friend is a PT for the canes so

- after the scariest interview of your life

- and lots of begging very polite asking from your friend

- you’re in

- tough job tbh

- these men have many ailments

- it takes you a while to figure out who needs what and

- how they all work and move their bodies

- but it’s easy to get accustomed to the new environment when they’re all very nice

- and welcoming

- they’re all very good at communicating and helping you out

- but also they always acknowledge you and want to know more about you

- all except

- Andrei

- oh andrei

- he’s not rude or anything like that

- he definitely said hi and introduced himself

- but he’s very quiet

- and after a couple of weeks you notice

- you work on him the most

- and he’s definitely not this quiet with anyone else

- like not any of the other staff either

- but I mean

- whatever ig

- it’s not that it doesn’t affect you but

- you’re there to do a job and that’s it

- however you see that his teammates for sure have noticed it as well

- whenever he walks in there they go quiet and there’s always a lil smirk from them

you just ignore it

- like he’s really not being rude but he’s just not friendly or ever talks to you

- he’s a lil strange???

- stares at you a lot when you think you don’t notice

- you try to push it to the back of your head and just deal with him

- it’s most likely part of the job and it won’t be the last time you’ll deal with someone like this

- one day tho

- he’s the last one out of the room

- you’re done working on his shoulder and he stands up quickly

- as he usually does

- always says thank you and bye

- you dont notice bc your back is turned to the door but

- he stops and turns around

- “so, uhhhh, what are you doing this weekend?”

- and you turn like ???????

- “oh! um, nothing much, just study, i guess”

- and before you can even ask him anything back

- “that’s good. have fun.”

- and he WALKS out

- you stand there in disbelief almost

- like okay

- in the next weeks he asks you a lil bit more

- the staring is really getting like…. a lot. But it’s only when you’re not facing him like ????

- that’s good tho you think? he’s warming up a lil bit?

- he gets hit by a puck one game and

- thankfully you don’t have to stitch him

- but he has a lovely cut on the top of his cheekbone

- the next day during morning skate it reopens

- while you’re organizing in the PT room on your own

- and he comes in

- sweaty, out of breath and bleeding

- “they open” he says

- “oh, sure”

- for some reason he decides to sit on the lil bench that’s in there

- instead of one of those high massage table things

- perhaps it’s bc he has hockey pads and skates still on and stuff

- so you got over and start working

stand in between his legs

- today tho

- he is STARING up at you

- his jaw a little slack and he’s still breathing heavy a little bit

- it’s hard to work when you have to be so close to his face

- and he is legitimately staring like not looking away once

- you try to get your hands as steady as you can

- “does that feel okay? let me know if it hurts.”

- “perfect. it feels perfect.”

- he almost whispers it asjdydbhehdebdh

- you almost sigh in relief when you get it done

- “there you go. all done”

- you say as you wipe the blood on the cheek from before and

- this man

- wraps his hands around your like jaw/neck/hair

- you know that part 😭 like when his thumb is under your ear

- and as he stands up he kisses you

- a full on kiss

- he pulls back when he’s standing up

- looks at your lips

- looks at your eyes

- kisses you again

- he breathes DEEP into the kiss oof

- after that second kiss he almost books it out of there

- just walks away

- says nothing

- doesn’t look at you

- and you’re just left standing there

- flushed, heart beating overtime, breathless

- what the hell just happened ?

- should you tell someone?

- why? and like what???????.??

- you just…. go back to what you were doing

incredulous

- he definitely avoids you after as much as he can

- awkward glances only

- when you see him he doesn’t bring anything up

- goes back to being quiet

- until you’re alone again

- “hi”

- “hi”

- “uhh….”

- “what can I help you with today, Andrei?”

- “uh, it’s my ankle. You know, the usual”

- so he lays down and you do the thing in silence

- you keep thinking how RIDICULOUS this is

- when you’re done…..

- “do you need anything else, Andrei? Another kiss, maybe?”

- and he does tHE STARE AGAIN

- 5, 4, 3, 2,…..

- he can’t help but sit up and kiss you again

- after that day the floodgates open

- instead of avoiding you he SEARCHES for you

- you guys sneak everywhere just to kiss and make out

- he finally opens up and he’s actually quite friendly and funny

- he hides you in storage rooms, one stall bathrooms, the PT room, empty video room….

- you guys just make out like teenagers

- you’re VERY careful not to get caught and so far it seems like no one has any idea

- but its very obvious to you both that things are starting to get a lil heated

- during your last makeout sessions he keeps pushing his body against yours

- like hard

- like.... your back hit the wall hard and he's low-key grinding on you

- but youre able to stop it before anything happens

- you guys always leave super flustered and breathless

- orrrr

- his hands start to wander a lil bit...

- from your face, then eventually your waist and now he loves to grip your hips as you guys kiss

- you can feel in the kiss too how bothered he is

- the way his tongue moves... much more aggressive

- much more spit, and biting, and even teeth

- or he'll put his hands in your hair and even grip it at times

- during the last couple of times you both moaned a little bit shh

- and he was definitely hard when he walked out

- so one night

- you're both at the arena late

- as you both usually are because yes you have things to do

- but also for your regular nightly makeout appointment

- when he walks into the PT room tonight tho

- he looks

- different

- like girl.... different

- his EYES

- much darker, much bigger

- practically black

- he doesnt say anything to you

- he just walks slowly towards you

- "uh.... Andrei?"

- finally he reaches you

- youre immobile, literally frozen

- he's actually mouth breathing dude

- his nose touches yours

- "I can't fucking wait anymore."

- "I can't pretend I don't want it."

- 4, 3, 2, 1

- he parts your lips with his tongue

- HARSH kiss

- while he grabs the back of your head

- HARSH makeout session

- grabs your waist after and immediately and puts you on the lil massage table thing

- you're both moaning already

- he RIPS your shirt open

- rips it with his hands, split right in the middle

- "fuck"

- he pulls your bra down and just starts attacking your neck, chest and tits with his lips and tongue and teeth

- he only pulls back to take off his shirt and his sweatpants come down easily thanks to you

- his cock springs out bc he is not wearing any boxers

- its huge, and red, and actually throbbing

- the flush of his cock matches the one on his heaving chest

- he pulls you down the table and turns you around so he can take your pants off

- theres a lil table next to him with a bunch of equipment and stuff and its in his way so he just shoves it out of the way and it all goes flying

- but he needs his space and he needs You most importantly

- now

- i can't even say he thought about any sort of protection srry

- he fills you up quickly

- all the way in with one thrust

- doesn't give you time to adjust but you don't care

- "you are soaked, shit"

- he thrusts so hard the slapping sound of your bodies colliding is so loud

- and you are facing the OPEN DOOR to the room

- if someone walks by you're in so much trouble

- but truly you don't even care

- because hes fucking you so hard and so good

- and he's so big

- he hits all the right spots but also makes you bend over a lil more since he is in your guts

- and he's groaning and panting behind you

- his other hand is wandering around on your body

- he grabs your tummy, or your tits, or runs it down your back, buries it in your hair

- he moves it down to your clit after spitting ON HIS FINGERS and audibly too

- applies the most pressure when he's rubbing your clit in circles

- there is no way to conceal any of your moans it just feels so good

- you're both getting sweaty too fkjvnkfjv

- safe to say you finish relatively easily and fast

- he cums with you

- straight up just

- fills you up with his cum

- you can actually hear it filling you up its so dirty

- andrei finishes with the loudest groan

- it rumbles so deep in his chest it's almost a growl

- the change between horny andrei and afterwards... dramatic

- he turns you around and he looks completely different

- "you okay? I hurt you?"

- "what? no, that felt amazing"

- and he smirks yOU KNOW THE ONE

- takes a couple of steps back and leans against the wall behind him bc he's still out of breath and hot and sweaty

- but the whole time looking at you

- you both look over at all the stuff he threw on the ground

- he chuckles before turning back to you

- "made a mess, uh?"

helps you clean it up after you get dressed bc he feels bad and he's so embarrassed

i must also say you guys were not the last people at the rink.... little did you know marty decided to stay back too....but... did he hear anything?

[cycle-hit]

wait why is lucky believed to be her victim /gen

this post by ryuseiired is very good! please go read it

kotokos t2 music video, notably, is also the only one who extends past her t1 mv "murder" (with mikoto as an exception- because i genuinely have no idea what to make of his t2 mv in terms of murder) to a curious amount- with an interesting focus on lucky. all of the other prisoner's t2 mvs are focused on what happened before/what caused the murder- if lucky was her victim, then this would make kotokos t2 mv align with the rest of the prisoners' t2 mvs.

kotoko, fascinatingly, is also the only prisoner thats been to court for her "murder"- at least that we know of. if milgrams purpose is to judge criminals outside the judicial court of law- is that not redundant? why have none of the other prisoners already been to court? why would kotoko be an outlier to this? unless, of course, kotoko isnt, and her actual "murder" is lucky, who she hasn't been to court for.

kotoko also just parallels or mirrors a lot of the prisoners who have "child murder" on their hands. haruka. shidou. fuuta kajiyama. mikoto in a way not because of his victim but because "john" has the motifs of someone who's been "newly born"- and soon he will "disappear". this argument has less substance though because kotoko literally parallels or mirrors every single prisoner in milgram in some way or another. you could even argue she mirrors yuno- both yuno and kotoko have come to hate a different "side" of themselves. and yuno. uhhhh. well. she doesnt have that baby anymore. heart <3

theres also the new anniversary art!

if kotokos victim was the man she killed- why is she holding the bouquet, which is meant to represent the prisoners victims in some way or another- hidden by her side? should it not be closer to how amanes is to show complete MALICE disrespect? should it not be on the ground beneath her feet if its the criminal she murdered whom she so despises? kotoko is still holding it carelessly, its petals are still going to shed or the flowers will fall- but shes still holding it. she still cares for the bouquet in some capacity. just not as properly as she should. its also worth noting that while haruka's and amane's bouquets have shed, kotoko's still hasnt despite her holding it like that. knives ( @tmasckotoko) also pointed out the absolutely devastating concept of lucky and kotoko "holding hands" bc it slightly looks like thats what she could be doing with the bouquet symbolism. maybe kotoko doesnt even notice shes holding the bouquet dangerously- to mirror her inattentiveness to what leaving lucky behind would do in the end.

youll see people arguing that kotoko DIRECTLY murdered lucky too- which i just completely disagree with. not only does it get rid of one of the main supporting arguments of kotokos murder being "indirect", but kotoko just. wouldnt? do that? her entire thing in harrow is saving children or avenging their deaths. why would she directly kill lucky. in milgram kotoko isnt even capable of hurting a child despite how much she insists she is- she fails to beat up amane post trial 1, and now she's made a deal with haruka to hurt neither him nor muu. (funnily enough though, haruka possibly IS going to indirectly die bc of her encouragement of his plan. MUCH LIKE SOMEONE ELSE YOU KNEW, KOTOKO, WHO WAS DEFINED AS "WEAK" AND ALSO WAS STILL A MINOR?). you can argue that she tried to punch es back in mikotos t1 vd i guess, but she did that with the prior knowledge that itd likely be stopped before it would ever reach them. she also warned es, albeit not very um. succinctly. i just. cant see kotoko hurting lucky directly in any capacity.

oh yeah! theres also the story of jacques roulet- which is the clothing brand that kotoko wears. jacques roulet was a werewolf who was sent to a "madhouse" for eating a child. 👍