#and i blame Lex for them

[phantastragoria]

The tragedy that is the majority of viewers not catching onto the fact that Gamora had tons of internal cybernetics and an entirely replaced skeletal system when those are the only things that will remain long after she's gone.

[sin-sidejob]

JR totes you along to his country club for the weekend, walking you along on his arm the whole time from the golf course to the bar and later to dinner. He manages to get you on one of the tennis courts, not expecting the change into your little outfit. He’s been eying you up ever since you got changed after brunch. You notice how his gaze lingers over the expanse of your thighs and how he always glances between your face and down to your legs, barely covered by the tiny tennis skirt. He nearly regrets taking you out to the country club with him until he finally sees an opening.

After lofting the ball back and forth, taking it easy on you at first until you get the upper hand and surprise him once again with your unlimited skill, JR catches the sweat beading on your brow and neck, soaking beneath the trim little collar of your shirt. He sends the ball out of bounds with a lofty hit from his racket, the monogrammed emblem glinting in the sunshine. His offhand toss leads to you retrieving it as you bend over the bench, ass high in the air as you struggle to find the tennis ball that was wedged between the bench and the high wall court. JR wastes no time in pretending briefly to help you look before he takes the opportunity before him to flip your skirt up, feigning concern as he openly gazes at the curve of your spine before swatting your ass with a solid pat of his palm. He squeezes at the fat of your ass cheek and watches it shift and wriggle as you make a noise of surprise before humming, deciding that you like the attention and let him continue, the tennis ball long forgotten by the time he’s got a finger hooked around your panties and is pulling them to the side, straining them around the swell of your ass cheek until the seams of the fabric threaten to tear.

JR whistles lowly at the glint of the sun on your glistening folds and the way you clench, ass jiggling with the shift as he molds your ass cheeks in his palms. Telling you how pretty y’are, all spread and ready for him, as he grinds against you on the private court, khakis about to stain from your already-soaked pussy before he fumbles with his belt, yanking himself free from his fly and boxers to slide between your thighs, slipping between your pussy lips. JR’s got a hand at your waist as it lifts the skirt, leaving your ass wholly exposed while he thumbs the rim of your puckered hole, already toying with your pussy as his cockhead catches at your clit, sending you whining as you prop yourself up on your elbows upon the bench.

Bowing your head down as if in prayer, you rock your hips back onto him, planting your sneakers firm onto the tennis court while grinding back as he moans your name approvingly, affectionately patting your side. “That’s it, keep being good for me peach, then we can play,” JR promises, nudging his cock at your cunt until it breaches just the slightest bit, making a wet smacking sound as his dick smears in your slick. Humming, you preen, lips glossed already and now beaming in a dazed smile as you fuck yourself back onto him, letting him bottom out slowly, inch by inch until you feel his hips and the fabric of his pants brush against your backside. You press your forehead to the cool steel of the bench, arching your spine as you feel him thrust back and forth, smacking his hips against your ass until his pace quickens, the sound drowned out by the surrounding tennis courts in play, hidden all behind the tall walls of the individual courts.

Due to how you both didn't have to hide much, if anything at all due to his reputation and shiny platinum card, you moaned his name freely. You are rewarded with JR's hand snaking down from your waist to your clit, rubbing it in pressured circles while he sends your thighs shaking as he mutters praise, stringing your name along his sentences like holy prayer. With your head bowed and frame bent over, it nearly looks like prayer, except your ass is hanging out and there's precome drooling down your thighs.

It's sticky in the summer heat, feeling the sweat gather at your spine and smear between your thighs as they slide against JR's, head foggy with the combination of sun and sex paired with being out in the open with limited risk. Barely making out what he's even saying, you catch bits and pieces of his praise, practically tasting the sweetness in the dulcet tones as he spoonfeeds you affection while bullying his cock into your cunt. The smacks of his hips to your ass quicken and you mewl, cheek pressed to the bench as you curl your hands around the edge, locking your knees back to bounce back onto him when he pulls back in his thrusts.

JR groans approvingly, voice growing louder and bearing less strength, brain failing him as he tries to speak. "Doing so well for me, ah, f-fuck, pretty little cunts j-just taking me — fuckin' made for me," he stumbles over his words, gritting his teeth as he tries to last a little longer, pressing harder against your clit, making you whine high, "gonna' cum for me, peach? Can you do that for me?"

You nod, bleary and dazed and warm all over, feeling like you've been dipped in a sugary glaze, and rock your hips back once, twice, and then you're gone. Absolutely fading while he putters his thrusts a few more times, drawn in by the clenching of your cunt and lured into orgasm along with you. He leans over top of you, hands shifting to hold onto your own as they white knuckle at the edge of the bench, feeling his stomach rest atop your spine before you shift, groaning as you lean back only to fuck yourself deeper onto his half-hard cock, feeling the cum thats dripped down his length smear against your clit as its coated his balls.

After a moment or two, you groan as you rise, nudging him back into a standing position that he reluctantly takes, not wanting to let go just yet. He does help you back into your panties that've been shifted to the side, letting the elastic band snap into place as you yelp then swat at him as he giggles, entirely amused with himself. You rise, the skirt falling back down to cover your ass as you stretch your back and knees, feeling the tenseness appear now while JR tucks himself back into his boxers and khakis, buckling his belt while he grimaces, still half-hard and feeling the strain. You attempt to hide your smirk, unable to not be amused with how he's fucked as you shift around him to grab your racket and crack open the can of tennis balls, walking backward to your side of the court, waving the racket at him mockingly.

"Oh c'mon sweetheart," you croon sardonically, tapping the tennis ball against the court in a dribble with your racket before catching it, rolling it in your palm as JR watches with his lips pursed "I was good f'you, wonderful even. Now it's time we play."

[knifewieldingenby]

It’s weird cuz sometimes I’ll see people saying that Stede needed a partner who didn’t beat around the bush and said how they were actually feeling, and cite Mary as being the opposite of that? But all we saw of her early interactions with Stede was her being honest, her being upfront, her trying to have hard conversations, and him avoiding them at all costs. It just comes off as people trying to blame the failure of the marriage on her when it was never going to work to begin with, no matter how upfront she was (and boy was she).

[loganwright]

all i want is to write a really fucked up todofam fic but i also.... Do Not

[grimzeyblogs]

love how my parents blamed me for falling after my mom moved a rug from underneath me, said it was my room being messy (i was in the fucking hallway) and then went out onto the deck to talk about fucking UMBRELLA ACADEMY /s

[dengswei]

almost watched the wrong ep of kindachi 5 luckily i checked my MDL first and realised the last one i watched was ep 3 and not ep 5 😂

[such-expensive-mistakes]

Superpham AU (part 6)

Masterpost

Lois prides herself at being good at rolling with the unexpected. Unfortunately, all of her experience with aliens and supervillains and magic has not prepared her for Danny.

Danny has a disconcerting habit of dropping disturbing or traumatizing information in an off-hand way, seeming to not even realize the implications of his own words. It started with what he said about the dimension he'd grown up in discriminating against people with powers, then with what he'd said about the red son and the lack of superheroes, but it just keeps happening.

Lois tries not to call attention to it, because she prefers it to the alternative, which is Danny shutting himself up in his room and refusing to talk to any of them.

Lex Luthor is on the nightly news-- as he so often is-- and Lois has to explain the man's many crimes to Danny. (No, Jon, it is not a rant.)

"Oh," Danny says. "He sounds like Vlad."

"Vlad?" Lois asks.

"Yeah, Vlad Masters. He's my godfather. He's a total fruitloop who wanted to marry my mom and make me his son."

Lois carefully does not react. She wants Danny to tell her things. She wants to know what his life was like when she wasn't in it. "That sounds..."

"Yeah, he tried to clone me. Well, I guess he succeeded, but none of them were stable except for Ellie, and she wasn't really that stable to begin with."

"Ellie?"

"Yeah, short for Danielle. She went by Dani-with-an-I for a while, but she decided she wanted her own name."

That is not the part Lois was looking for clarification on. She goes with it anyway. "Tell me about her," Lois says, and tries not to be concerned about Danny’s descriptions of a teenage girl who apparently lives and travels on her own because she doesn't like to be stuck in one place. Ellie doesn't even get the full benefit of being quarter Kryptonian, living in a world with a red sun.

The four of them are sitting down to dinner-- pizza again; one of them should probably cook sometime this week, but Lois and Clark are both on deadlines-- when Clark asks Danny more about his adoptive family, the ones he grew up with.

He looks sad, the way he always does whenever his adoptive parents come up.   Lois can hardly blame him, when he lost them in such a sudden and traumatic way.  

"They're scientists," Danny says.  "Or they were.  They studied, um, the Ghost Zone and the things that live there.  They didn't really understand it at first-- they thought all the-- um, everything from there was evil and needed to be killed, but they learned they were wrong eventually."

Lois meets Clark's eyes and knows he is as concerned about what happened before that 'eventually' as she is.  Still, neither of them comment, not wanting Danny to clam up again..

Jon, however, has no such reservations.  "That's really messed up."

Danny shrugs.  "Yeah, kind of.  They came around, though.  And I think they blamed themselves for how bad the GIW got because they were the ones who designed the weapons."

"The GIW?" Lois asks, instead of what she really wants to know, which is: Your adoptive parents designed weapons to be used against beings from another dimension??? Did they know what you were? 

"Guys in White," Danny says.  "I don't think that was their real name, but they were from the government."

"Your parents built weapons for them?" Clark asks, his tone deceptively light.  "I thought they were scientists."

"They dabbled in a lot of things.  But they were fantastic engineers."  Danny segues into a story about some of the modifications his adoptive parents made to their car, which is a topic only slightly better for Lois's heart.

Later that night, Lois is sitting in bed, checking her emails on her phone, when Clark sits down next to her and turns on the white noise machine they keep on the nightstand.  (It's the only way to have private conversations when your child-- children-- have super-hearing.)

"I'm concerned about Danny," he says.

"No shit."  The more Danny tells them about the dimension he grew up in, the more Lois hates it.  "But there's nothing we can do now except be there for him."

"I know people who have traveled across dimensions, you know," Clark says.  "I could always ask for a favor."

"You won't," Lois says.  "Because if you do, I'm going to end up committing felonies in another dimension."  

Clark smiles humorlessly. "What makes you think I wouldn't be there with you?"

"Because you're a better person than I am."  Clark never believes her when she says that, but it's true.  Clark is a fundamentally good person.  Lois tries to be a good person, but there's a reason she's not a superhero.  

-----

Kon intended to stop by Metropolis several days ago.  Or at least call Clark back.  But he’d gotten sidetracked by an earthquake in Southeast Asia, and then by Dr Light causing problems in California.  

He gets a few hours of sleep back in Smallville, then remembers that he’d planned on dropping by Metropolis and meeting Danny days before.  He walks the last few blocks to Lois and Clark’s house— flying would be way too noticeable in their neighborhood— and lets himself in.  He walks up to the living room and spots Lois there, furiously typing on her laptop.  

Kon is man enough to admit, at least within his own head, that Lois kind of intimidates him. Sure, Clark is physically stronger, but there’s an intensity to Lois that Clark lacks.  She glances up at Kon, and even though she’s smiling, he still feels pinned under her gaze.  

Kon shifts uncomfortably, reminds himself that unless he turns into a corrupt businessman or something, he’s not actually in danger from Lois Lane.  

“You here to see Danny?” she asks.

“Yeah.”  Kon shoves his hands in his jacket pockets.  “I figured I should probably meet him.”

“He’s in his room,” Lois says.  “He’s not… It’s not a good day, but maybe he’ll talk to you.  He hasn’t exactly gotten the chance to be around anyone his own age since he showed up.”

Kon knocks on the door to Danny’s room.  

“Come in,” a voice calls from inside.

Kon’s first thought is that he looks more like Clark than Danny does.  Stupid; of course he does.  He’s Clark’s clone.  But then, Jon resembles Clark almost as strongly as Kon does, so maybe it wasn’t a completely stupid thought.

Danny is sprawled on his stomach across his bed, phone in his hand.  There’s a video playing on it— someone talking about the history of the Justice League— but he’s ignoring it, watching Kon with a wary expression.  The room is still as bland as it ever was; other than the clothes tossed haphazardly on the floor, there’s no sign a teenage boy lives here.

“I’m guessing you’re Kon?” 

“That’s me.”  They stare at each other awkwardly for a moment.  

“Have you actually seen any of Metropolis, or have you just been hanging out in here?” Kon asks.

“Lois took me shopping for some stuff,” Danny says.

“Okay, no,” Kon says.  “You have got to get out of this house.”  

“You don’t even live in Metropolis,” Danny says.  

Kon shrugs. “Doesn’t matter; I’ve spent more time here than you.” There’s an old-school arcade he’s been to a handful of times, and a couple of places to eat.  Anything has got to be better than Danny hanging out and brooding in this sad bedroom by himself.

It's a warm day outside.  The sun shines down on the two of them as they walk in near-silence toward downtown.  The awkward silence doesn't quite break until they're at the arcade, competing on an old racing game.  

"I don't think we have this one in my dimension.  The other dimension.  Whatever."  Danny says.

"Yeah?"  Kon speeds ahead of Danny in the game, just in time to cross the finish line.  Danny groans.

"Yeah, but this world doesn't seem to have Doomed, either," Danny says as they start another race.  "There's a lot of little differences like that."

"That's gotta be weird," Kon says.  

"Yeah, Clark kind of freaked out when I told him the sun there was red."

Yeah, Kon can see why.  They talk more as they play more video games, and Danny tells Kon about his friends and what they'd do when they were hanging out in his hometown of Amity Park.  The main people he talks about are his best friends, Sam and Tucker, and his older sister, Jazz, but he mentions a few others.  

"Wait, who is Ellie again?" Kon asks, after Danny shares a story about a prank she pulled on another kid at Danny's school.  They've left the arcade, and are hanging out at the diner a few blocks away.  It's not the coolest place-- in fact, it looks like a grandmother decorated it-- but Clark introduced Kon to it, and it has great food.

"Oh, I didn't tell you?" Danny asks.  "She's my clone."

Kon chokes a little on his soda.  "You have a clone?"

-----

Danny is probably being paranoid.

Scratch that, he's definitely being paranoid. Lois and Clark have been nothing but nice, and they're clearly used to weird things happening. Like, even aside from the whole alien superhero thing, Lois just saw a kid fall out of a portal and decided to help?  Plus, Clark is an actual superhero.  

Even his— the Fentons came around on the whole “ghost powers” thing.  Eventually.  But he’s gotten used to hiding, to trying to blend in.  

(And what had them accepting him done for them in the end?  They’re dead, the GIW killed them.)

He’d rather hide than suddenly discover that Lois and Clark aren’t cool with their long-lost son being half dead.

Some of his powers he can pass off as Kryptonian— super strength, flight, enhanced senses.  He knows Lois saw his ghost form, and though she hasn’t asked about it, he’s pretty sure it’s just a matter of time.  

These thoughts circle through his mind over and over, only leaving him temporarily when he’s hanging out with the Lane-Kents.  

His bio family.  

That’s not much better, though; there’s a sadness in Lois and Clark’s eyes whenever they look at him, although they try to hide it.  Jon just a kid, and clearly doesn’t know what to make of the whole situation.  Lois keeps saying they are going to introduce him to more people, especially people his own age, but Danny shies away from that.  He doesn’t want to meet more people.  He doesn’t want to get comfortable here.

Still, he’s glad he came out with Kon.  An afternoon of videogames and greasy food hasn’t solved any of his problems, but it’s a nice break, and Kon has already promised to introduce Danny to his friends— a whole team of teenage superheroes.

“I can’t get over how many heroes there are here,” Danny says.  “Like, why do you even need that many?”  Sure, it would have been nice to have some more backup when he was Phantom, but in this world there seems to be at least one superhero for every major city, plus some extra.

Kon shrugs. “Natural disasters, alien invasions, supervillains, street crime… No one can handle all of it.”

Out of all the things he’s encountered so far in this dimension, this might be Danny’s favorite.  Even more than the proven existence of aliens.  Back home, Amity Park needed Phantom, even if they hated him.  But the world here doesn’t need Phantom.  

It’s kind of freeing, and Danny hates it.  He doesn’t want to like anything about this dimension more than his own.  

Would it really be that bad?  You might be stuck here forever, a little voice inside his head whispers.  

He ignores it.

[janedoerising]

All these posts where Danny rips Supes a new one for his treatment of Kon el, conveniently leave out that maybe, just maybe Superman had very real justification to be wary of clones.

Does ANYONE remember Bizzaro?

How about Cyborg Superman?

No?

We’re all supposed to gang up on the guy who probably has some clone related PTSD or at the very least, some well earned paranoia. Why would Clark want anyone like that anywhere near his family or personal life, if he couldn’t be sure of their intentions. For all he knew, Lex made this clone a child ON PURPOSE, so clark would have a harder time fighting him.

And Danny would probably get it, He would understand Superman if nothing else. All of Danny’s clones tried to kill him too, INCLUDING DANNI. He could also understand the feeling of being violated by a creepy billionaire that’s obsessed with them, but thats another can of worms.

And obviously Danny could vibe with Connor, because he too, knows the feeling of being seen as less than a person.

If anyone is to blame here it’s Batman and the rest of the League for setting up both my Super Bois for failure. This clusterfuck of a relationship really could have and should have been avoided by almost everyone in the Young Justice/ Teen titans team and JLA members associated with said team.

One, by acknowledging Clark’s fears as valid and not trying to force Conner on Clark before trust could be established. None of them have an excuse, anyone in the Hero biz has and/or knows someone with an evil double/clone/doppelgänger story of some kind. It just comes with the job.

Two, by not getting Connor’s hopes up for a relationship that may never happen because of Clark’s previous trauma.

Three, let Connor know that he is wanted and there are people there for him, even if not by blood (Batman of all people should know how unnecessary blood ties are in family).

So I guess maybe instead of Danny wiping the floor with Clark, MAYBE, reconciliation might be more his thing. Cuz, you know, he’s been there too.

EDIT: went back try and clean up the post a bit.

[jazzfordshire]

Randomly remembered the way Kara brought Mon-el flowers and was beaming like a gentleman after their first(?) hookup and how pissed (😤) I was at the time that he just dropped them on the table (without even getting them a vase!) like they didn't really signify anything. And then I was thinking about the flowers Kara brought Lena after Jack died and how differently Lena would have treated them, given her character. Like, I imagine she left them out in a prominent spot in her office at first. But after a few days she may have dried and pressed them into the pages of a book, to preserve the memory of being comforted even in the midst of her great sorrow. Maybe it was even a book she was reading to help her cope with her grief. A very helpful book (📖). That she later, uh, lent. To someone else who was grieving. An ex-best friend maybe...

Anyway, just imagining Kara flipping through the book Lena gave her at a time when their friendship was arguably at its lowest and finding the distinctive imprint of the flowers she'd once given her. Echoes of the love and care they'd had for one another. And how later, after the tears and back and forth blaming and Lex nonsense are all done, Kara might be prompted to reach out again and offer another bouquet. Because Lena isn't the kind to ever just throw love away.

HEY THIS HURT!!!!! HEY ANON THIS HURT ME, come out here I just wanna talk

[natalievoncatte]

Something, some instinct, told Lena that she wasn’t alone. She wanted to blame it on the whisky, but it was better to check. She grabbed the gun from its hiding place beneath a pillow, where she kept it in case of an intruder.

She wasn’t sure why she did that now; she was, in theory, safe from her greatest enemy. After all, Lena had murdered him in cold blood. She’d killed her own brother for a monstrous lie, and while there was little to mourn -the man he was died years ago by his own hand- it hurt. It hurt so much that the pain squeezed out of every pore, until she awoke in the depths of the night thinking the hot stains on her cheeks might have been from crying blood.

The one person she had truly trusted, respected, revered-

(desired)

-was a lie, an illusion. At least Lex had, at one point, been real.

Lena scouted her apartment. It didn’t occur her to check the balcony until she was about to go to bed. She was on the thirty-sixth floor. No one could get up here.

Kara was outside.

She hasn’t landed; she was hanging in the air with her cape lazily swirling against her legs as she hung in the nighttime breeze. She was far enough away that Lena couldn’t get a read on her.

“What do you want?”

She drifted closer, in that unnerving way she had.

“Hi.”

Lena sighed, and waved a dismissive hand.

“Go away, Supergirl. I’m not in the mood for another speech.”

Lena turned back inside, but stopped when she felt the soft gust of wind. Kara was a few feet away from the balcony now, arms wrapped tightly around herself.

She hated how things had changed when Kara told her. She no longer saw Supergirl, just Kara in a costume. It was impossible not to see her, and yet for three long years she’d done just that. Blinded herself. Refused to see the bitter truth. All she’d ever wanted was a real friend

(lover)

who respected and admired

(and loved and cherished)

her and with whom she could share those feelings, and she’d really thought Kara was it. She was the best friend

(the one)

that Andrea and Jack could never have been. She believed that so deeply.

(she doesn’t want me the way I want her)

“I’m not here to give you a speech.”

Lena looked up sharply.

“Then what? Here to stop me? Foil my evil plans? I’m a villain now, remember.”

Kara’s face turned hard. “Don’t lie to me.”

Lena barked out a bitter laugh, feeling that need rise inside her, that anger. She had lost everything. The love of her mother, the protection of her brother. No matter how wealthy she was, she could never have those back. There was no price for what Lena wanted.

“How dare you say those words to me,” Lena hissed. “You’re the biggest liar I’ve ever met. Everything you’ve ever said to me is a lie.’

“That’s not true.”

“You told me you’d always protect me. Who’ll protect me from you?”

Kara looked away, shuddering as she breathed, or silently sobbing. Lena smiled a thin smile, glad to twist the knife.

(stop it stop it stop it stop hurting her)

“Something happened to me tonight.”

“I don’t care.”

“A fifth-dimensional being came to me and offered to let me change the past. I could change whatever I wanted.”

“I don’t see any changes,” said Lena.

Kara shook her head. “His gifts were all poison. Every time I tried to fix what happened, it turned out wrong. I tried and tried and tried until I realized what was happening.”

“Which is?”

“I was supposed to learn that I can’t just push past my mistakes. I have to own them and accept the consequences. There’s no magic wand that can fix us.”

“There is no us, Kara. We weren’t meant to be.”

“How can you say that?”

Kara drifted closer, sank down so they were face to face with the balcony railing between them.

“How can you say that?”

“It’s obvious. Whatever this was, it wasn’t meant to be. We’re just too different.”

Kara shook her head.

“When I think of all the things that had to happen in order for me to be here right now, it boggles my mind,” said Kara. “Two species from two different galaxies evolved so close together. Just the chances of that happening are incredibly small, and…

“And then my people had to find this world, and Kal-El’s parents had to choose it for their son. This world, this world specifically, and then I had to get stuck in the phantom zone on my way here. All of those things and a billion others all had to happen in perfect, crystalline order just for me to walk into that office and see you.”

Lena has gone still, listening. Kara looked at her so intently, so reverently, that Lena felt something strain inside her, stretch against itself to the point of breaking. It took all her many years of carefully honed composure to keep herself still.

“Every moment I had with you was a gift. Every single one. There are times when… there are times when I think that if I could somehow have saved Krypton, I don’t know if I could, because it would mean losing you. I don’t know if that’s a choice I could make and I don’t know what that means.”

“That’s lovely,” Lena said, trying and brutally failing to keep her voice from cracking, “but it doesn’t change anything.”

Kara let out a soft, choked sound.

“I know that. I know I ruined everything and I can’t fix it. I just needed to say this because it needed to be said. I’m not here to ask you to forgive me. I’m here to ask you to forgive yourself.”

“Oh, please.”

“I can’t stop you.”

Lena blinked. “What?”

“I can’t stop you. I can’t fight you. I know that now. It doesn’t matter what you do, I won’t ever hurt you again. I don’t want to confront what that means.”

“That’s rich, considering that the last time we had one of these chats, your sister pointed an orbital fusion canon at my head.”

“If she’d fired that thing,” said Kara, “there would be no more satellite, and no more DEO. I would shatter the foundations and pull down the walls. I would rain destruction on whoever hurt you. I’ve seen what happens to me when something happens to you. I never want to see it again.”

Lena leaned on the railing. “Go away.”

“What you have planned, you need to stop. I can’t stop you, and if I can’t, no one can. Please, Lena. I’m begging you, don’t do this. Don’t become someone you’ll hate just to hurt me. I’m not worth it.”

“Not everything is about you, Supergirl.”

“Please. Don’t take away everyone’s choice. I know what that’s like.”

“Oh?”

Kara nodded, and in the moonlight, her tears sparkled on her skin. “On Krypton, we were assigned to guilds as children. We had arranged marriages. Everything about our lives was planned from birth. Here, people have so much choice. Yes, they make mistakes, but people choose life and art and love. You can’t take that away over me.”

“It’s too late,” Lena said, her voice cracking, finally. “I’m doing it and if you won’t stand in my way, it’ll be done.”

Kara took a deep breath.

“Okay. I guess I should go.”

Lena rocked back.

“What? No. I’m going through with the plan.”

“I know. I won’t fight you.”

Kara turned, about to rocket off into the sky.

“You can’t just leave!” Lena screamed, her voice ragged from liquor and tears.

Kara stopped.

“You’re supposed to fight me. You’re supposed to yell at me and tell me the truth, that you knew I was a monster all along, that you were just staying close to me to watch me, to get to Lex. You’re supposed to fight me! You’re supposed to fight me!”

“No.”

Lena let out an incoherent scream and balled her hands into fists, meaning to slam them on the balcony, but they struck the implacable flesh of Kara’s chest. Powerful arms gathered around Lena, sheltering her from the nighttime chill and the voiceless judgment of distant stars.

“I won’t ever hurt you again,” Kara murmured. “I promise. If you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you for what I’ve done.”

“Why?” Lena whimpered. “Why won’t you just fight back?”

“Because you’re just like me. We’ve both lost so much. We both don’t want to see anyone else die.”

Lena should have shoved her away, demanded to be set free, screamed, protested, shoved. Instead her arms wound around Kara, drawn as if by gravity, and Kara’s gentle fingers began to stroke through her hair, her warm breath on the crown of Lena’s head.

“Come back to our life, Lena. To our friends. Come home.”

“I killed my big brother.”

“I know. I failed you both. I’m Supergirl. I’m supposed to find another way, a perfect solution.”

“I had to. He’d never have let you live if he knew how I f…”

Lena caught herself as the last moment.

It was Kara who sobbed now, her entire body shuddering. So much power with so much tenderness, her vast crushing strength kept at bay as she held Lena like one of the most precious of treasures.

“In one of the timelines that Mxy showed me, you… you told me how you felt as you were dying. I saw you die so many times, I can’t do it again.”

Lena tried to swallow, but her throat was too dry.

“I didn’t get to tell you before you died. I was scared. I never thought you’d want me like I want you.”

Lena went stock still, feeling Kara’s shuddering breath against her as she held her own. She couldn’t look up, afraid that if she did, this would be a cruel nightmare and she’d jolt awake in an empty bed and a penthouse full of bitter memories.

“Kara,” Lena began, finally. “Kara, what are you saying? What do you mean?”

“It’s so hard to say,” Kara sighed, and then, almost to herself, “even if I don’t have much left to lose.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

Lena’s heart soared, and a harsh sob exploded out of her. She’d dreamed of those words, longed for them, needed to hear them. So many times, Lena had almost let herself believe it.

“I want this to be real,” said Lena. “I just don’t know if I can forgive you, Kara. It hurt so much.”

“Can we try?” said Kara. “Can we give it a chance? Can you give me a chance?”

Lena finally looked up, and when she saw those tear-stained blue eyes filled in equal measure with terror and hope, she knew.

“Yes,” she said, simply.

Lena looked behind her, and was suddenly full of revulsion and regret. She hated this place.

“Can you take me back to your loft?”

Kara lifted her easily into a bridal carry and into the sky.

[chosopie]

📿 LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION - PRIEST SUGURU GETO

SUMMARY: When a priest and his best friend find out about an unforgivable tragedy that occurred in the church they attend to, they both resort to an unorthodox way of coping.

cw: geto as a priest, fem!reader, slight angst, mentions of abuse, death, murder, catholic guilt, confession box, degradation (words like slut), face-fucking, sloppy sex, the collar stays on, inspired by fleabag

“He fucking killed them,” Suguru choked, black eyes brimmed with tears.

This was the first time you’ve heard him swear, ever since he began serving the church. His face was red with anger, his hands shaky and weak. You gently grasped his hands, holding them in place to ease the tremors. His dark and weary eyes looked up at you. The way his beautiful face expressed so much sadness and frustration pained you. A face like that shouldn’t ever have to make those expressions.

Suguru felt many things, but mostly betrayal. He felt betrayed by his fellow brothers, the church, and God Himself for allowing such a thing to happen. He wholeheartedly devoted himself to the church’s cause but it all ended up in vain. Instead, he felt like an accomplice to the evil that brewed in the church. You were right all along and he wished he had listen to those stories you would tell him about. All those years, you would tell him about the church’s ongoing systematic abuse and corruption, but he was so blinded by the false sense of security religion had provided him.

“Not my church,” he’d always tell you.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled your shirt, bunching up the fabric in his hands and pulling you close for an embrace. He smelled of incense and cigarettes. The mixture of the two scents don’t sound pleasant, yet it was intoxicating to you.

“You were right. I feel so fucking stupid.”

“It’s not your fault, Suguru. You can’t blame yourself for something others did,” you tried to reassure him.

“I could have prevented it if I wasn’t so naive.”

This was the night Suguru had flipped a switch. Two candles were lit for Mimiko and Nanako by Mother Mary’s altar—the two kindhearted girls who were more than happy to attend church and help out Father Kenjaku who had beat them to death like the devil he is for his own pleasure. Suguru was going to avenge them.

Lex talionis.

Oculum pro oculo.

Whatever the saying was, Kenjaku must die.

With the swift swing of a dagger that was blessed with holy water, Kenjaku’s chest was impaled, a fountain of blood spurting out of the wound, painting Suguru’s pale and expressionless face a deep shade of red. There was so much blood. Everyone was taught a human body would have more than a gallon of blood. It doesn’t sound like much until it’s spilling all over the floor or onto ur hands.

Now, three deaths had occurred in the church.

The next morning, Suguru went back to church like nothing had happened. You had called him over, telling him that you’d like to do a confession. As cruel as it sounded, you wanted to try and have Suguru all for yourself, especially when his faith was wavering because that would mean you had a chance. You had a chance to take him and forever turn your backs from the church.

You put on a long black dress that perfectly hugged your curves. Your hair was effortlessly tied up into a ponytail, small strands of your hair framing your delicate face. Your lips were painted with an enticing red lipstick. Before you left your apartment, you made sure to spray yourself with an expensive vanilla perfume that would surely last the whole day, then you slipped into your black high heels that had bright red soles.

The church wasn’t too far from your apartment, which is why you chose the place—so you could easily hang out with Suguru. You stopped by the cafe beside your apartment, ordering coffee for you and Suguru. You carefully held the disposable coffee tray as you crossed the street.

“Suguru,” you called, your voice echoing throughout the church’s walls. The place was dark. The only source of light came from the burning candles by the altars. There were rays of colors on the marble floor, reflections from the colorful stained glass windows with portraits of saints and honorable figures. You placed the tray down on the table by the altar.

“You’re early,” Suguru replied, but you couldn’t find where his voice was coming from.

A dark figure emerged from behind you and you turned around, now face to face with Suguru. His face was so close to yours you could feel his warmth. He smiled at you.

“I’m ready when you are,” he said as he walked towards the pew to sit down. “But before that…” he paused. “Come here.”

You made your way to the pew and sat behind him. There was barely any distance that separated the two of you. Both sides of your arms and thighs were pressed against each other, so close you guys were practically basking in each other’s warmth. Suguru shamelessly stole a whiff of your perfume, humming in delight when he takes notice of your go-to perfume that he had gifted you during your birthday last year.

“What made you lose faith?” He softly asked.

“Like I said… the ugly stuff happening behind the church’s big ass doors.

“I see,” he didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t pry any further. “Shall we start?” You nodded.

Your priest-best friend opened the box for you, letting you inside while he entered the other side of the box. You could feel the particles of dust enter your nose, causing you to cough. Besides your coughing, it was eerily silent. You could see bits of his face through the holes like he was behind bars.

“The sign of the cross,” Suguru broke the silence. You both raised your hands, drawing a cross from your forehead, down to your chest, then across your shoulders.

“Bless me, father, for I have sinned…” you sighed. You could feel your heart pounding through your chest, beads of sweat running down your temples.

“Mhm,” Suguru responded. Somehow, it made your nerves wrack.

“Recently, my mind has been consumed by sinful thoughts. It’s awful. I feel like I’m going insane these days,” you dryly laugh.

He doesn’t respond, urging you to continue.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you continued speaking. “I’ve been lusting over a man that I’m forbidden to go after.”

“A married man?” He suddenly spoke. His voice was harsh and cold, making you worry. Have you crossed a line already?

“No,” you squeak. “A priest.” There was silence on his end, the weight of your words slowly settling in, creating an unsettling feeling in the pits of your stomach. It felt like you stomach was being twisted into knots. “Oh, forgive me father!” You cried out in shame.

Suguru laughed. “Oh, dear. Why are you asking me for forgiveness? Is it not the Lord you seek forgiveness from?” He paused. “Unless, you are talking about me.”

“I’m sorry, father!” you plead, but you didn’t feel guilty at all for saying such a thing. It felt relieving to finally express your feelings to him, after all those years of pining and heartache.

“Fuck you calling me father like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it,” Suguru devilishly grinned. “Now kneel like the dirty slut you are for me.” There was a sudden change in his aura. It intimidated you, but in the hottest way possible.

You frantically nodded, instantly falling to your knees as you hastily unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He helped you pull down his brief, freeing his hard and leaking cock from the constraints of the fabric. You could see the faint glisten of the sticky fluid dribbling down the head of his throbbing cock. Before you could put your hand on it, Suguru roughly forced your mouth open, and pushed your head onto his dick. A moan was drawn out of his mouth from the newfound burst of pleasure.

It was too big. Your mouth could barely contain the size of it. The tip grazed the back of your throat and the girth painfully stretched your lips, causing the sides of your mouth to slightly crack and bleed. He wiped the small bits of blood off your mouth and held your cheek.

It felt so good. For years, Suguru had been deprived of sexual pleasure. He had been deprived of you. In an instance, he had forgotten about his morals—what to do, what not to do, to fuck or not to fuck. It’s all unholy. He knew this for sure, but he didn’t care because his dick was hard and he was finally going to bust his load into your hot mouth.

Having you sucking him off gave him a sense of control over his human desires. He continued to thrust into your mouth. You gagged on his dick, saliva messily falling from your mouth and coating his dick. You were so pretty like this. The way your eyes were teary and how your mouth struggled to take him kept him amused.

“God, you have no idea how I’ve always wanted to do this to you,” Suguru groaned, throwing his head back while he cupped your face and bucked his hips into you.

The sound of his voice made your pussy throb, your panty collecting all the slick that had been dripping out of your hole the whole time. Knowing how immoral this all was turned you on. You loved and hated how you were enjoying this. No matter how hard you suppress your past beliefs, it was always going to be stored away in you, remaining dormant at your will. There was no denying the fact that it had already been encoded into your very being, leaving behind a big baggage of guilt. Was Suguru enjoying this too? You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth. Was he close already? You tried to ask him, but your mouth was full. All that left your mouth were a series of muffled sounds.

The sounds you made seemed to turn Suguru on. He shut his eyes and tightened his grip on your face, his nails piercing the flesh of your cheeks, leaving faint red marks. He moaned. His voice was so sweet and erotic it made your aching clit throb with arousal.

“Shit. Y/N! Hah-“ he breathily moaned out as he reached his climax, clenching his grip as he shot his warm cum down your throat. It tasted pleasantly sweet and salty. He pulled his dick out to let you swallow his cum and give you a minute to take a breath and regain your composure. His hand moved the stray hairs out of his face to see your intricate features that were shiny with sweat. With the back of his hand, he caressed your rosy cheek, his knuckles brushing past the marks he left on your face.

You got up from the ground and tugged on his collar as you boldly pressed your lips against his. His lips were soft and warm against yours, his tongue gliding across the bottom of your swollen lip. The kiss was sloppy and wet. The two of you were inexperienced and it showed, nevertheless you just let your bodies move with the flow. His hands snakes up your hips, tracing your curves. He groaned against your lips, his erection poking your stomach as you moved closer to him. You helped him take off his black blazer and unbutton his white dress shirt that was stained with sweat. You touched his collar to take it off, but he caught your hand and smacked it away.

“The collar stays on,” he said after pulling away from the kiss. His blazer fell to the floor with a loud clank. You stared at him with confusion. He bent over to pick something up from his blazer, revealing a sharp dagger with a beautifully engraved hilt, the silver blade menacingly glinted at you.

“Hey, Suguru…” your voice shook. Did he go mad too?

“Just trust me, Y/N. I’d never hurt you,” Suguru reassuringly said into your ear, his honeyed voice sweet as ever. You exhaled, breathing out the anxiousness from your chest, and looked into his sincere eyes. He pointed the dagger onto the middle of chest, right between your breasts and tore your dress to pieces, leaving you naked.

“You didn’t even bother to put on some undergarments. Were you hoping I’d fuck you in this confession box?” In the dark, you could still notice the smug grin on his face. You nodded at him. He opened his mouth and latched onto your tits, his tongue hungrily swirling around your nipples. You could feel his saliva dripping down his chin and onto your body.

“Suguru,” you moaned out and tightly held onto his long black messy hair.

His mouth pulled away from your tit with a soft pop, a string of saliva connected his lip to your bud. “Turn around.”

Quickly, you turned around, your ass lightly hitting Suguru’s dick. He bit his lip as he felt blood coursing through his dick. He felt a rush of excitement and a tinge of shame for what he was about to do. He wished he would be doing this with you under a different circumstance and place. He felt guilty for even putting you in a situation like this. This was not how you deserved to be treated. It was your first time and it had to be special.

“Do you really want to do this?” He asked, his voice laced with worry and concern.

“Yes, please.”

“Are you sure?” You nodded.

“Alright,” he sighed, looking down on your ass and rubbing circles on them. You could feel his dick poking your ass.

"That's it." Suguru talked you through it to distract you from the sudden stretch. He tightly held your ass as he slowly pushed his tip inside you. His dick was barely inside you, but you could already feel the stretch. He slowly pumped his tip in and out of you, lubing it with your juices to help ease his way inside you. You whined, a surge of pleasure crashed into your body, sending tingles everywhere. Your pussy pulsated around his cock, perfectly hugging his girth.

"Your pussy's taking me so well," His smooth voice praised you, sending a shiver down your spine. "Do you think you could take it all now?"

"Just put it in," you panted and squirmed under his touch. His hands slowly crawled to your back to gently caress it. He could feel the droplets of sweat running down the arch of your lower back.

"Fuck!" You loudly moaned, feeling his whole cock jam into your insides, leaving no room for movement. You were worried about the pain. Perhaps you overestimated your abilities.

"Shhh, it's alright. I'll go slow baby." His soothing voice slightly calmed you down. He kissed your shoulders and back to comfort you.

After a while, your pussy gradually adjusted to his size and eased up. Suguru felt you relax around his dick—a silent signal from you to urge him to start moving. Like he promised, he started with a slow and steady pace, careful not to rush and hurt you. With each thrust came lewd squelching noises that sounded like it was straight out of a porno. Your pussy was filled with your own juices and his pre-cum, both liquids sliding down your labia like it was drooling for him. He traced your folds, collecting your slick with the tip of his finger to have a taste. He sucked on his finger, relishing the sweet taste of your cunt's wetness, then he returned his hand to your core, searching for your clit.

He glided his finger across your pussy's lips, navigating his way through your clit. He moves to the upper portion, finally landing on your attention-deprived clit. Slowly, he rubbed circles on it while applying a bit of pressure.

"Does this feel good?"

"Yes. Faster! Please, Suguru."

"Careful, baby. Be more specific or I'll start fucking your pussy hard," He chuckled.

You placed your hand on top of his, guiding it to your clit’s sweet spot. "Here." Complying to your request, he picks up his pace, his finger effortlessly swiping and rubbing your clit like he was born to do it. You couldn’t stop moaning, your legs starting to shake as he stimulated both your vagina and clit. You have never felt this much pleasure in your life and it was driving you nuts.

The way your body moved and reacted to Suguru’s touch was so enthralling it made his heart race. He was frustrated that he had been missing out on having sex with you. It was the best thing he’s ever felt—an unforgettable feeling he would continue to chase for the rest of his life. This made his mind set on one thing. Fuck his beliefs. Your body was a temple and from now on, it was the only thing he was going to worship. He’d worship you like a disciple. The least he could do for you was make you cum.

"Your pretty cunt is so good. Can I cum in her?" Suguru groaned.

"Cum in me all you want," you begged, getting carried away and backing up on his dick to push it even deeper into the depths of your pussy. You both let out a breathy moan. The two of you loudly fucked ike desperate teenagers in a bathroom stall. The pace you two were going at made it seem like time was ticking and tomorrow would be the end of the world. He started pounding into you even harder, roughly pinning your body and face against the wooden wall of the box. The loud slapping sounds of his hips slamming into your ass and your moans filled your ears. Your bodies moved against each other like they were made to do so, connected to each other in such a way that just made sense. The way his lips connected with yours, how your hands entwined, and how his dick felt inside you, he fit like a missing puzzle piece.

It was beautiful and erotic. Your sensitive pussy clenched and spasmed on his dick as you felt another orgasm shake your body. You moaned and shook with pleasure.

"Keep moaning like that. Gonna cum-" his words were cut short by his loud moans. His dick shot white sticky ropes of cum, feeding your messy pussy. When he pulled out, he watched his cum spill out of your hole, making his dick hard again.

The two of you panted. The air felt thin and hot, but he couldn't pull away form you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on the back of your shoulder.

"Do you regret it?" You suddenly asked him, hoping his answer would give your mind the peace and closure it would need after a troubling situation the two of you had found yourselves in.

"No. Fuck all of this. I just want to be yours. You're the last good thing left of me, Y/N.”

Fear was all Suguru felt at this moment. Were you going to abandon him now?

“I’m all yours too, Suguru. I’ve always been.” You beamed at him.

[pippytmi]

If you are possibly still doing song promts, not sure if you're into country music however, "Unforgettable" by Thomas Rhett is a very cute, romantic song that I believe will suit Supercorp very well, thank you.

It is a warm, sticky summer night, and the stars have never been clearer.

Kara watches them, wistful and maybe a little buzzed, stretched out in the back of her pickup while Alex flicks bottle caps below at the guys. James and Winn don’t even notice; they’re still arguing over whether they should take whiskey shots or shotgun beers, both staunchly on opposite sides of this dilemma.

“Hey,” a thought occurs to Kara suddenly, “where did Sam go?”

“To find Lena, I think,” Alex says, squinting at her next target with halfhearted commitment as she leans over the side of the truck. When she throws the next cap, it misses Winn entirely. “Damn. Open another beer, Kara, I need another shot.”

“Who’s Lena?” The name is somewhat familiar, but Kara can’t place it immediately.

“The Luthor girl. Sam’s friend, you know her.” Alex leans back to root through their cooler, and comes up with two more beers. “She’s the one who flaked when Sam tried to set up that double-date, remember?”

“Right, and I had to third-wheel you guys all night.” Kara sits up in order to scan the crowd curiously, one question at the forefront of her mind: “Is she related to Lex Luthor?”

“Yes, that’s why I said the Luthor girl,” Alex says like one might say keep up. “She’s his half-sister or something, I don’t know.” She uses the bottle opener on her keys to pop open one of the beers, handing it over to Kara and immediately moving on to her own.

Kara takes a distracted swig as she continues to look out into the crowd. The lights strung through the trees offer very little in terms of visibility, and it’s hard to make out faces. “I didn't know he had a sister,” she says.

“It's not something he exactly advertises.” Alex takes a re-do of her earlier shot now that she has a fresh bottle cap, and this time it nails Winn right on the side of the head. “Hey, losers! Quit fighting and come get a drink!”

“Not unless you have some beer cans we can shotgun!” Winn shouts back.

“No, no, he means we need some Jack Daniel’s,” James interjects, and they’re off again, shoving playfully at each other’s shoulders as if they are going to push each other into the bonfire.

Alex rolls her eyes. “Boys,” she says derisively. “Let’s get Nia instead, she deserves a drink far more than they do.” She reaches over to bang at the truck’s backseat window. “Wake up, sleeping beauty!”

“Whoa, watch it!” Kara almost spills her drink in her haste to bat Alex’s hand away. “Take it easy. I just got her all fixed up.”

“Oh sure, when Siobhan takes a baseball bat to the glass it’s all fine and dandy, but I can’t even give it a tap?”

Kara crinkles her nose. “She thought it was her ex’s car in the dark, come on. You can’t blame her for that.”

“You are also her ex,” Alex says impatiently.

“But not the ex she was trying to get revenge on,” Kara points out. “She even apologized to Brittney. I think you should, too.”

Alex gives her a dirty look. “For the last time, I will not call your car that.”

“Don’t be a hater, Alex.”

“Don’t be a fucking weirdo, then—”

Before Kara can even enact her own revenge for that comment, she is briefly blinded by one of two flashlights aimed at her face. Beside her, Alex yelps and covers her eyes.

“There you guys are,” Sam exclaims. “I got lost trying to remember where we were. Why did you park so far away?”

“To keep our drinks from the masses, mostly,” Alex says, and she hops up over the side of the truck to pull Sam into her arms. “And for privacy.”

“Ew,” Kara says, and Alex glares at her over her shoulder.

“For Nia, who is sleeping.”

“Still?” Sam grins, momentarily distracted, when Alex presses a kiss to her cheek. “I wanted to introduce her to Lena.”

Just like her name, Lena Luthor has something about her face that strikes Kara as vaguely familiar. Something in the shine of her eyes in the moonlight, in the way she bites on her bottom lip, in the slope of her nose and the cut of her jaw and the hint of a dimple in her cheek. Kara has never laid eyes on Lena Luthor before, but she finds herself unable to look away.

The only reason Kara even realizes she's been staring at Lena too long is when she hears her name:

“And this is Kara, she's Alex’s sister. She drove us here.”

Now it's Kara's turn to be stared at—or more accurately, scrutinized. “While drunk?” Lena says.

Kara snaps back to reality. “I'm not drunk,” she hastily denies, lest that somehow affect her chances with impressing Lena (coincidentally, something she had not been concerned with until this very second). “I've only had two beers, I'm practically sober.”

But when anyone else might be skeptical, Lena merely tilts her head curiously. “Okay, if you say so,” she says in a manner that’s almost…amused. Kara counts it as a win, either way.

“So are beers all we have around here?” Sam asks. “Clearly, Lena and I need to catch up to everyone.”

“We also have whiskey,” James chimes in, while Winn makes a show of gagging.

“Yeah, just beer and whiskey,” Alex affirms. “Kara did the shopping, so….”

Kara bends down to lift up their cooler as if it’s a treasure chest. “We also have Mang-O-Ritas,” she says magnanimously, passing it down to James to pop open.

“Just a regular beer for me, then,” Sam says. “Lena will have the Mang-O-Rita.”

“I’ve never had one before,” Lena says, crossing her arms and leaning against the side of the truck as Sam procures her drink. “Are they any good?”

Kara jumps off the truck in order to fully join their circle (and, okay, closer to Lena. Maybe). “They’re awesome. Don’t listen to whatever Alex tells you, she will 100% drink three of these in one sitting.” 

“Only when there’s no other option,” Alex protests.

Lena cracks open her can and takes a cautious sip. “Hm,” she says. “That’s…vile.”

“Poor little rich girl,” Sam coos. “Always such a snob about your liquor.”

“Excuse me for preferring a glass of red over this,” Lena says, but she takes a longer drink immediately afterwards, and Kara falls a little bit in love.

It's always been like that, really—Kara falls in love like breathing air. Eliza used to call her a hopeful romantic because she never liked the term hopeless romantic. (“There is nothing hopeless about finding beauty in everything,” Eliza would promise as she kissed Kara's head. Alex would always be nearby gagging, of course).

Eventually, as the fire begins to die down, they break out the whiskey bottle for shots. Lena, Kara can't help but notice, grimaces at the taste in a way that shouldn't be as cute as it is.

“I need a palate cleanser,” Winn gasps afterwards, ever the drama queen. “Stat.”

“I’ve got one right here for you, it's called Bud Light,” Alex quips.

“Blegh.”

And while Alex and Winn playfully tussle, Kara’s gaze drifts past them and back to Lena. Lena, surprisingly, is looking right back.

“You have grass stains on your jeans,” Lena tells her, and quickly looks away.

Kara glances down. “Oh,” she says, “yeah, it’s the hazard of working on a farm.” She actually got the stains from kneeling down to pet a puppy on the way here, but the farm thing sounds better. “So what do you—” 

She never manages to get the question out, because two cars down, someone screams bloody murder and Kara reflexively whips out the pocket knife in her boot. Everyone else is equally alert, until:

“It’s just fucking Mike Matthews again, falling off that eyesore he calls a truck,” Alex scoffs. 

“Again? They need to impound that thing,” James says.

Kara is about to chime in with her own horror story about Mike’s truck when she feels a tap at her shoulder; Lena waits until Kara whirls around, befuddled, before she asks,

“Can you pour me another shot?”

Kara blinks. Then blinks again. “Yeah,” she says, even though Winn is the one holding the whiskey bottle. “Yeah, of course.”

Winn gladly relinquishes the bottle when Kara asks, and he and James walk down to Mike’s group to “see if they can help” (i.e. gossip). Sam and Alex take advantage of the chaos to sneak away together (probably to make out somewhere). And Kara is left, terrifyingly enough, alone with Lena Luthor.

Lena coughs after downing the second shot, frowning down at her cup like it’s wronged her. “That is still…not good.”

Kara tries to hide her smile as she looks down, nudges an empty beer bottle away. “Why drink it, then?”

“I don’t know.” Lena pauses to chase the taste away with her Mang-O-Rita before musing, “To get out of my comfort zone, maybe. But then again, pretty much everything here is out of my comfort zone.”

“Oh, I get it,” Kara says. “Rich girl pretending to be normal. It’s very Maid in Manhattan. Or…whatever the opposite of that is.”

“You are…definitely drunk,” Lena says with the tone of someone two seconds from laughter.

Kara vehemently shakes her head. “Nope, no, absolutely not.”

“Mm, you kind of seem like you are,” Lena says.

“I am not, and I can prove it to you.” Kara cradles the whiskey bottle to her chest and prepares herself: “I can do the running man.”

“And that proves you’re not drunk how?”

“Because it's going to be the most flawless dance you've ever seen,” Kara says, immediately kicking her leg out in a shaky attempt, and Lena’s laughter explodes until she is actually hunched over with the force of it.

“Oh, God, please do that again.”

“I'm not sure I like your reaction,” Kara sniffs, taking a mock-defensive step back. “I don't want to do it now.”

“No, come on, I loved it. Really,” Lena says. Her Mang-O-Rita has spilled into the grass, and she has to stoop down to pick up the can, ruefully shaking it when she notices it's empty. “Maybe I need to slow down. Is there somewhere we can sit?”

“Yeah,” Kara says, waving the whiskey bottle to beckon Lena to follow, and she guides her to the back of the pickup. She shrugs off her jacket, laying it out for Lena to sit, and Lena gives her a small smile when she does; it feels like they’re in their own world, kept company only by the stars and the occasional crackle of the dying bonfire.

“So you work on a farm?” Lena has to lean slightly against Kara to get comfortable, and Kara holds her breath to keep from jumping.

“Yup, my parents’ farm,” Kara barely remembers to answer. “Nothing glamorous like you and your brother, I'm sure.”

“I didn't know you knew about…that,” Lena says.

Kara shrugs, feels her shoulder directly move against Lena’s. “Kind of hard not to,” she says apologetically. “I mean, the Luthor name is on just about every business in town.” She twists the whiskey bottle between her hands, listens to it slosh. “If it helps…none of us care about that.”

“Really,” Lena says, disbelievingly but still light enough to invite a follow-up, which Kara wastes zero time in grasping.

“One hundred percent,” Kara promises. “We never judge a book by its cover. Not even,” she pauses to whisper this next part, “people who stand up their dates on a dreaded double-date with their sister.”

Lena gasps. “That was not you.”

“It was,” Kara laughs, just self-conscious enough to slick her hair out of her eyes. “Didn’t Sam tell you?”

“No—all she said was you were fun,” Lena says. “And she promised to try and set me up again, another time.” She shifts, now fully shoulder-to-shoulder against Kara. “Oh my God. Is that what tonight is?”

“Alex didn’t tell me anything,” Kara wonders, “but it would make sense…”

Lena scoffs. “This would be a horrible date,” she says, almost to herself. Then, hurriedly, “Not because of you, but because of everything else. The drinks, the place, the…lack of indoor plumbing…” 

“So you’re too good for whiskey, tailgate parties, and porta potties,” Kara lists off. “Hm. I don’t know, Lena. This date is off to a rough start.”

“Oh, shut up.” Lena reaches across their bodies for the whiskey bottle, and her fingers tangle with Kara’s as she takes it. Lena uncaps it and takes a swig, coughing as soon as she lowers the bottle, and Kara smiles even if Lena can’t see it.

“What happened to slowing down?”

“That was before I realized this was a date,” Lena says without a lick of shame. “Sue me—I’m nervous.”

“You don’t have to be,” Kara says softly, and she shuts her eyes, inhales the smoke of the fire and the sweet, floral scent of Lena’s perfume. “We can just be friends, too. No pressure.”

“And you’d be okay with that?” Lena asks, her voice quiet but undoubtedly curious. “Am I not the kind of girl you want to date?”

Kara immediately straightens up. “Are you kidding? I would marry you, probably, if I could. In a good way,” she hastens to explain. “In a…general, you-seem-like-the-kind-of-nice-to-marry. Hypothetically.”

Lena exhales, and there’s a hint of a smile in her own voice when she says, “You’re coming on awful strong for a first date, Kara Danvers.”

“Sorry.” Kara slumps against the floor, sighing as the whiskey finally starts catching up to her, leaving her slightly dizzy and uncoordinated as she stares up at the night sky.

But then Lena is moving, twisting until she is half-hovering over Kara, beautifully framed by moonlight and the haze from the fire beside them. “I can’t promise marriage yet,” she says, “but I think I can do a second date.”

Kara blinks, slowly, and her grin forms before she can even try to hide it. “Really?”

“Only if I can choose the place,” Lena says. “And if you never make me drink that awful margarita again.”

“Deal,” Kara says, making room for Lena to squeeze in beside her, light-headed for a whole new reason as Lena rests her head on Kara’s arm. “But I really think you should give the Mang-O-Rita another try. Just, for the record.”

“Shhh, don’t ruin this,” Lena says, tapping Kara’s mouth with her finger, and Kara keeps on smiling.

(And later, when they’ve sobered up, Kara will kiss Lena goodnight; later still, Lena will deny that she tasted of that damned Mang-O-Rita, but only Kara will know the truth).

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for @my-perfect-storybook-love; the one where Kon is in the wrong Gotham, and so are a whole heck of a lot of other people.

The aid workers and Mallory’s parents come to an agreement, and they all come back for the Mallorys, who throw themselves at this reality’s version of their parents and cling to them. Their dad scoops them both up, and their mom puts her hands on the local Mallory’s shoulders. 

“Thank you,” their mom says to Kon, who doesn’t really know how to answer her. 

“No big,” he says. “I like kids.” 

He does not, actually. He doesn’t dislike them, they’re fine; he just doesn’t love them or anything. But he definitely, definitely knows how it feels being a stranger wearing someone else’s face and brand-new to a huge and intimidating world that you don’t know jack shit about. 

And he’s still a Super, wrong reality or not. Still can’t let people in need down, if there’s something he can do for them. 

The Mallorys and their parents go to check in properly, and one of the aid workers spares Kon a grateful smile and starts to open her mouth to say something, and then gets interrupted by a van pulling up to the parking lot a few yards away. 

That wouldn’t actually be an interruption, if not for the refugees being let out of it. 

Kon never knew Jon Kent when he was ten, but he’s seen pictures. He looks nervous and afraid, unlike all the photos of him grinning on Ma and Pa’s mantel and walls and in Clark and Lois’s apartment, and unlike the determined expression in the action shots the newspapers published a few times, but he’s still unmistakeable. 

And also, the kid takes one look at himand bolts right for him. 

“DAD!” Jon cries, and throws himself at him and his arms around his waist with definitely Kryptonian strength. Fuck, Kon thinks as he reflexively grabs onto the kid, and curses every single idiot at Cadmus who decided he had to look exactly like Clark. 

Then again, he guesses it’s better than looking like Lex, so never mind. 

Apparently this Jon is not from a reality with a Conner Kent in it, though, and now he’s got to explain himself to the kid without blowing Superman’s secret identity in the middle of a fucking interdimensional refugee camp, so fuck his life. 

“Sorry,” Jon mutters, flinching back. “Sorry, I know you’re not. I didn’t mean to–to call you–”

Thank fuck, Kon thinks in relief, then immediately switches into work-mode and scoops him up into his arms, stroking a hand down his back reassuringly. Okay, the kid does know him, then, he was just freaking out a bit. Kon doesn’t blame him. He is also freaking out a bit, personally.

Or more than a bit, maybe. 

“You’re okay, kiddo, I’ve got you,” he promises. “Are you hurt or anything?” 

Jon blinks twice, then just bursts into tears and clings to him, burying his face in his shoulder and shaking with sobs, and Kon immediately and instantly swears himself to full custody of his interdimensional . . . nephew, or whatever Jon technically is. Whatever, this kid is his kid until further notice. Who else is gonna take care of the only other Kryptonian-human hybrid in this refugee center anyway? 

Nobody, because Kon is not letting anybody else do it.

[rayzay]

A lot of spelling mistakes, the plot is all over the place ngl.

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

Danny was immortal, he couldn't die. Well, he couldn't die by old age. His human form won't die naturally and it won't age either.

So, when all of his family, friends and just quite everyone he knew died, he was left alone. But his family and his two best friends still haven't moved on, Danny was their unfinished business. So, like a good normal family, they decided to haunt Danny! Which is cute, but also can be seen as something horrifying if you don't know the context.

So, 85 years later, Danny still changes last name everytime he needs to (so about every 4 years), jumping from foster family to foster family. He moved to state to state, never staying in the same state for too long.

And in 85 years, a lot has happened.

Here's what changed with the world :

Superheroes and metahumans/non-humans are way way more accepted in society.

A lot of big city appeared such as, Gotham and Blüdhaven in Jersey, Central City in Missouri, Metropolis in Illinois, Amnesty Bay in Maine, Blue Valley in Nevada, Coast City in California, Dakota City in well...Dakota. Fawcett City, Star City..etc..etc..

All of these have also something particular, they're home to a hero and said hero works for the JL, known as the Justice League.

Danny wasn't really interested in hero-ing anymore, after all, there was people literally paid by the government to do that, so why would he do charity work? Of course he'll help if there's a catastrophe, but he'll just help the civilians get to safety, that's all.

Life kind of sucked for Danny. He couldn't get attached by people too much because he'll know he's going to outlive all of them, so why even bother trying?

Danny needed to find a new place to stay, preferably a big city, and in a state he didn't appear this year.

Danny decides to pick Metropolis, it's one of the safest option after all, Superman does his work pretty well, and casualties and crimes rate are really really low there..plus, Sam kept pestering him asking him to meet Lois Lane. (Danny needed to do an essay about journalism for some reason, and he stumbled across Lois Lane Wikipedia page, she was quite the character.)

Sam instantly took a liking to her, she's everything she aspires to be.

Tucker, him, seemed interested in Lex corp, not in a “Oh, I'm so so fan of him!” kind of way, but more in a “His technology is one of the best in the world, he could easily rival against WE.” kind of way.

His parents and Jazz were guiding him, telling him what to not do, and what to do, sometimes they argue, sometimes they stay quiet, sometimes Danny tune them out, can't blame him honestly, if a psychologist was always nagging me, telling me what to say, and doing some unnecessary rant about whoever's is talking to Danny body language I would want to tune them out too.

But they're mostly trying their best..and Danny can't blame them for that.

His parents always did a “ability checkup test ” and it's basically Danny just flying around, shooting his blasts, doing a ectoplasm shield, duplicating...just testing all of his powers to see if they're all okay.

Which, they always are but his parents keep pushing him to do it, and he always agree just to make them shut up.

Danny found a new ability, something he deemed impossible to do, he can fly, he has his strength, his speed, his stamina and his reflexes but, with his human form.

But everything else that works with ectoplasm or his ghost core he didn't have.

So he was basically a less powerful version of him, which, sucks, but it's kinda cool.

His family were ecstatic and so was he! Plain old Danny could be more..but no, he has to stay low. Otherwise he's going to get found by Vlad, or worse.

Danny does something, extremely stupid, but fun for him.

He decides to fly in Metropolis, but just high enough so no one could see him! Even though Danny has the same powers when he's Danny Phantom, it's different, it's weird, he has his core to help him concentrate, hearing the frost in there soothe his nerves, and help him get focused.

But, it's different, he has his slow beating of his heart, which is quiet, really really quiet, it's drowning against the noises of the city

He can't focus he can't focus he can't-

Danny starts falling, which is okay because he can just turn into Danny Phantom and easily get out of this shitty situation, but noo, Danny had, and still has the shittiest luck ever.

Superman catch him, of fucking course.

[allovesthings]

You know one thing that kinda bother me about the entire spiral arc with Dick ? And it's not just the "let's all blame only Dick instead of Bruce for the whole thing".

How do the batfam think he died exactly? I mean he did die, for a few minutes at least, but that's not my point. My point is what did Bruce tell them about his death ? I'm assuming he told them Lex suffocated him to save them from the bomb. So then, the question becomes... Why did no one in the Batfam, knowing that, go after Lex ? I'm not saying they would try to kill him but are you trying to tell me none of them were like:

"Woah, my brother, a superhero died, that's very convenient for Lex supervillain known for disliking superheroes in general Luthor, maybe he didn't do the most to save him afterwards either, maybe I should look into that ?"

Also grief isn't rational, Bruce immediately went after Lex, knowing he was saving the world.. Why would they not do the same thing ?

[nabwastaken]

Behold! The Joey Richter family tree!

it's still sorta a WIP currently because I'm trying to watch more Starcanwrecked stuff to see if I can potentially fit more.

And now.. some.. headcanons and backstory about the family!

McDoon, being the bandit king ( ✌️) had a LOT of bastard children on his travels with Cletus. He slept around and never really stuck around. Before the events of TTO he knocked up a Cratchit, who got pregnant and moved out of the country in shame. There, the Cratchit family was made and when Owen moved back to the US the family was moved there.

Robert Cratchit is short for Bob btw

I imagine Bob, out of desperation, in this timeline would resort to.. extreme measures trying to save Tim. And by extreme I mean summoning an eldritch god.

Suffice to say, it did not end well and now Tinky has a new family hyperfixation.

Owen found out about Tinky through spy shit, on a mission to a little town in Michigan. Tinky saw this British bastard and was like 'descendant of the Cratchits? GIMME' and started tormenting Owen. One of the ways he did this, was taking the form of Owen's boyfriend.

The reason Dan's last name is different from the rest of the Spankoffskis is that he changed it. 'Dan Spankoffski' does not have as nice of a ring to it and he's a public figure. Despite that, he's still relatively active in the family.

Dan is not short for anything. Not Jordan, not Daniel, no. Its just Dan. And he is Danough

Dan and Ted both looked extremely similar growing up and were constantly confused for each other. It didn't help when both of them happened to start growing a mustache at the same time.

OT and Pete have a pact not to ever do anything similar in terms of appearance. Pete grows his hair out? OT will always cut it. OT starts growing a mustache? Pete starts shaving. They really don't wanna end up like their brothers.

OT is older then Pete, being around Lex and Ethan's age.

SPEAKING OF ETHAN he unironically calls Pete, Dan, and Ted uncle. The only one he doesn't is OT, who he constantly bullies and targets for no reason.

Dan and Ted were surprisingly close in their childhoods, and had this sort of understandimg that the other was the only one who got how they felt.

As they grew apart however, Ted secretly started growing jealous of Dan. How come HE had this perfect life and great job and great 'girlfriend' but all Ted had was this shitty ass tech job and being the sidehoe to his coworker?

Dan has never noticed this jealousy and still remains nice as hell to Ted.

Dan and Ted both teamed up on bullying their younger siblings.

Dan and OT are surprisingly close. OT comes back from college (He goes to U of M) once a month or so and comes back to hang out with his big bro.

One of the reasons Dan took up the volunteer counseler job was to keep a closer eye on Pete and make sure he doesn't get bullied. So far, it has not worked out at all.

Pretty much no one knows Dan is part of the Spankoffski family, so Pete has to hear Ruth talk about how hot the news anchor is and Ethan has to listen to Lex rant about her mom's stupid obsession.

Dan and Ted are LITERAL bastards somehow being both teenage pregnancies and their parents had Pete and OT when they were more ready. Once again, blame Tinky.

SPEAKING OF TINKY he loves tormenting this family but can't keep track of them whatsoever. Sometimes he'll follow one of them home only to realise that it was the wrong one.

Sometimes he appears at family reunions and people just assume he's someone's kid.

One time Donna was literally walking down the street and did a double take seeing Ted just casually flirting with the Greenpeace Girl. 5 minutes later she saw Dan while doing the show and was so confused.

The family is stereotyped as this slutty family of hopeless romantics by the town, which is secretly another one of the reasons Dan changed his last name.

How true is this stereotype? Well, you got both Dan and Ted being teenage pregnancies. Both of them being born on Valentines Day. Ted notoriously sleeping with half the town. Dan being on the same show with a woman who he constantly makes googly eyes at and is possibly in love with (the entire damn town ships them together) Pete somehow surviving being horny at the damn ABSTINENCE CAMP of all places. Ethan literally doing anything for Lex. Suffice to say the entire town has their eyes on OT and what shenanigans he'll get up to.

Which is why I think it would be very funny if it turned out that OT was aroace and will never experience those feelings.

Whenever they get together they like teasing each other about their love lives.

Dan eventually becomes the central target in their teasing, with them BEGGING to know what's up with him and Donna.

The family used to get together every week to watch their favourite tv show, Doctor Who. Yes, I am aware of the irony of the Spankoffskis liking Doctor Who.

They feel an odd sense of... companionship with the homeless guy from downtown. They don't know why, they just DO.

And last but not least.... Every single one of them eventually gets stuck in the Bastard's box. Doesn't matter how or when, Tinky will get them.

And that's about it! What do you guys think?