#ofc kara curses in this au

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Coyote Ugly Pt 2

Okay, a couple people asked, so here we go down the rabbithole.

Basically, in this universe, I imagined the Luthors as the crime lords of the city. Anything that happens in the seedy underbelly of Metropolis has the Luthors fingers all over it, and they have a reputation of being swift and efficient in eliminating any competition.

Lena, however, sought to break away from them. She struck out on her own as soon as she was able, and now works at Coyote Ugly to make ends meet. However, when tips are low or emergency funds are needed, Lena makes her way to one of her brother's fight rings to supplement her income.

She gives as good as she gets, having learned to fight as soon as she could walk, and often wins. Her name is notorious in those rings, and any appearance she makes always guarantees a good show for the spectators.

Though Lena occasionally comes to work with fresh bruises, she always brushes off any concern from her coworkers. Kara is the first one to ask in a long time, and hesitantly asks if Lena's partner is abusive. (Lena blinks at that, then smirks. "Sure. Let's go with that." Her tone makes it clear that that's not the case, but has no intention of sharing the truth of it.)

After the fallout with Kara, Lena quits the bar, and returns to the ring full time. But this time, it isn't about the money. In fact, she loses quite a bit of her brother's money after he bets on her inevitable win and instead gets a lackluster performance.

Lena lets herself get pummeled-- her form of self flagellation for how she ruined things with Kara. She doesn't even wait to heal before she's back in the ring, making sloppy dodges and pulling her punches.

Kara, of course, goes out of her mind with worry. She doesn't know what Lena gets up to in her free time, but she knows from the bruises she's seen that it's nothing good. After a week of being Stonewalled by Andrea, she finally corners her boss and threatens to quit-- leaving her shortstaffed by two instead of just one.

Andrea finally caves, and points her in the direction of Veronica Sinclair (a coyote who got fired for reasons no one will say). When Kara tracks Veronica down, Veronica smirks and barters information on Lena for a rundown of what happened to cause Kara to lose Lena in the first place.

Once Kara confesses everything, Veronica writes down an address and hands it over. "Better move fast. It never stays in one place for long."

Kara goes directly from Veronica's club to the address she'd been given, and is admitted after some wheedling with the bouncer (which may or may not have involved flashing the man her breasts in exchange for the entry passphrase).

Inside, Kara pushes through the crowd to find Lena getting her ass kicked inside a chain link cage. She's just in time to witness a burly man in a sweat stained wife beater deliver a right hook directly into Lena's temple. She watches Lena stagger, then go down, collapsing face down to the concrete.

"LENA!!"

Kara surges forward, tangling her fingers in the chainlink in her effort to get closer. Lena blinks blearily up at her. There's a flash of recognition, but it quickly fades to heavy resignation. Her opponent slams a kick into Lena's ribs, making her cough with a painful wheeze. Lena clenches her jaw through the pain, but makes no move to rise.

Blessedly, Lena's opponent turns away to hype himself up to the crowd. Kara uses the brief respite to crouch into Lena's eyeline.

"What the fuck are you doing??" Kara shouts over the raucous crowd. "Lena! Get up!!"

"Go home, Kara," Lena coughs dully.

Kara scowls. "No. You don't get to do this. I'm allowed to be mad at you!"

Lena doesn't respond.

"Jesus! It was one goddamn fight, and you deserved it! But you don't deserve this!"

Lena's eyes close.

"I don't deserve this!"

Again, no response. By now, with the crowd suitably aroused, the other brawler has turned his attention back to Lena, and stamps towards her with ominous intent. Panic now mingles with Kara's rage.

"God damn it, Lena! I did not flash my tits to get in here just to watch you die. Stop being such a fucking puss--"

Before the word can fully leave her mouth Lena's eyes snap open. In the next moment, she rolls sharply to the left, dodging the stomp that would have smashed her ribs even further. Moving with more speed than Kara could have thought possible, Lena shoots to her knees and catches the next kick aimed at her head.

With a vicious twist of her hands, the man's leg cracks, earning a bellow of pain. Before he has a chance to even think of recovering, Lena barrels into him, catching him around the midsection and tackling him to the ground. Straddling his chest she pummels him about the head over and over, until her opponent goes limp, unconscious.

Only then does Lena stagger to her feet. Her brother (though Kara doesn't know this yet) steps into the ring with a grin splitting his features, lifting Lena's lax fist into the air in triumph.

"Our winner! Let's hear it for Kieran!!"

The crowd roars, but Kara can only focus on Lena's bruised and swollen face, both eyes blackened and bloodied nose rapidly swelling. Her lip is also split, and a glutinous line of blood trails from above her hairline.

Amid the cheers of the crowd and the defeated moans of money changing hands, Lena disappears into the crush of bodies. Kara remains, long after the bulk of the spectators have left. Eventually, the bouncer she encountered at the door lumbers towards her, sporting fresh, reddening bruise on his jaw.

"This way," he mumbles.

Kara follows him down a corridor deeper into the building, where he leads her to a single door on the left. Before she enters, he speaks one last time.

"Uh. Sorry. About earlier."

Kara looks at him, but before she can conjure a response he ambles glumly away. Kara watches him go for a moment, before pushing her way through the door.

Inside, she finds Lena sitting on a bench, with a tall man bending over her. Kara sees his arms twitch, hears a crack and then an explosion of curses as Lena's nose shifts back into place.

"Motherfucking--!"

"Don't block with your face then," Kara remarks drily.

Lena instantly quiets, falling somber at Kara's presence. Kara softens, exhaling a quiet sigh as the medic puts one last butterfly bandage on a deep gash.

"Get to a hospital for stitches," he says before packing his kit and leaving.

Suddenly, it's just the two of them. Lena avoids her gaze, her palms rubbing nervously against the tops of her thighs. Kara's own gaze falls, studying the floor for a long moment as she gathers her thoughts.

"I'm allowed to be mad at you," she says firmly. "I'm allowed to be angry."

Lena nods. "I know." She swallows thickly. "And you're right-- about everything."

"Enough with the beating yourself up shtick. It's getting real old." Though Kara's voice is stern, a grin niggles at the corner of her mouth. Lena spots it, and huffs with quiet mirth. The pall between them breaks.

Kara crosses to sit beside Lena on the bench. She clasps her hands between her knees, so fight the urge to soothe the angry bruises taking shape on Lena's pale skin.

"I'm sorry," Lena says softly. Finally. "I didn't mean to-- I mean, I meant to-- I mean... I panicked."

"To which your response was to kiss in front of a bar full of men?"

"It was the only thing I could think of."

"Uh huh."

"Well, it is the only thing I'd been thinking of for weeks," Lena admits. She casts a furtive glance towards Kara, who holds it teasingly.

"Weeks?"

Lena smiles. Not her megawatt smile, but a quiet one. An honest one. A nervous one.

"Yeah."

"Well then," Kara returns, "maybe you should give it another shot."

She gives Lena's ribs a playful nudge, only to gasp in horror when Lena stiffens and swallows a grunt of pain.

"Shit! Jeez, I'm sorry, I forgot--"

The next thing Kara knows lips are pressing fiercely against hers, and her senses are consumed with Lena. The scent of her sweat, the taste of it and the coppery tang of blood on her mouth.

"Your lip," Kara whispers against Lena's lips, which pause only long enough to speak.

"Worth it."

[finchbaggins]

Carrot Cake

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston AU / OFC

Authors note: For @redfoxwritesstuff 500 followers writing prompt challenge #Kitkats500 

Prompt: “Did you do something different with you hair?”

“Fuck.”

The curse left my lips in a frustrated hiss, and I threw the poppy red beret I’d been trying to style my hair under for the best part of half an hour to the floor. I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the dressing table.

My stupid reflection.

My hideous, god awful, embarrassing, reflection.

You’d think, when you were paying someone a decent amount of money, a professional no less, at a top salon, to restyle your hair, that they might have some idea what they were doing. I’d expected to come out of that salon feeling like a new woman, heaven knows I needed it after the month I’d had.

Work had been hell, what with two people handing in their notice and one of the team had just gone on maternity leave, which meant the number of FTE’s (Full time employees – junior management jargon) was down to just four on my team, and reallocating everyone’s workload’s had kept me tied to the office, sometimes late into the night.

This unusually busy period, and my unforeseen extended hours, had been seemingly the only excuse that Dan – the guy I’d been sort of seeing for almost a year to get bored and find someone else to do his laundry, cook his dinners, and suck his cock.

I wasn’t as upset as I ought to have been, if anything I was relieved. I’d known the guy was a leach and I was better off without him. But somehow being thirty-two and dating him seemed more appealing than being thirty-two and single, going home to an empty flat and microwave meals for one every night.

It had however, been the kick up the backside I needed to get my shit together. Work had finally sorted its self out. I booked a Friday off so I could enjoy a nice long weekend. I enjoyed finding any tiny possession that Dan had left in my little one bed flat, and putting it in a black sack, before hauling it all down to the communal dumpster. Then I’d cashed in on a voucher I’d found on Groupon – Colour and Restyle at Top London Salon – fifty pounds.

That probably should have been my red flag.

But money was tight, and I was determined to push forward with the whole, out with the old and in with the new.

I’d attended the appointment with several images saved on my phone with what I wanted. I wanted my dull light brown hair transformed to a vibrant copper, with choppy layers and a heavy fringe. What the stylist – or apparently blind, trainee stylist – managed to achieve was shade of orange which could be described as radioactive, and an uneven, long bob which made me look like I wanted to ‘talk to the manager’.

The worst part was, because I’d already had a voucher which meant the treatment had been greatly reduced, the salon could not issue me a refund. Although they did invite me back to try and ‘correct’ the colour. But I’d have to wait at least a fortnight, as putting more colour on it straight away could cause serious damage to my hair. Apparently.

So I was stuck with this horrific orange blob on my head for at least a fortnight. Probably longer, as there was no way I was setting foot back in that salon and letting any of their stylists lay a single finger on my hair again. So that meant waiting until my next pay day so I could go to a better salon. But pay day was three weeks away.

In the meantime I had to go to work, in an office full of people. Looking like Chucky.

Worse still. I had to face Tom. Tom, my annoying, shithead of a colleague. Tom who was in equal measure the bane of my existence and the closest thing to a real friend I actually had. Tom who was also devastatingly gorgeous and he knew it too.

I’d just about managed to twist and clip the fringe out of my face, and I’d attempted to do some type of vintage up-do that I could tuck under my beret and hope it just looked like a new style I was trying out. My fashion sense was normally a little off beat and loud so it was unlikely anyone would comment.

But no matter what I tried, I just couldn’t pull off the beret.

Eventually, another brainwave, I pulled out a pretty silk scarf. It would at least offer some cover from the embarrassment of my morning commute on the tube. I couldn’t see my boss standing for it though.

∞

“Kara,” my eyes shot to my boss, who tapped his wrist and frowned at me from the doorway to his office, “Was there something more pressing for you to do this morning, than show up to work on time?”

“No, Nick, sorry, I missed my alarm,” I apologised hastily, as I passed, “I’ll take ten minutes off my lunch.”

“Whatever, Kara,” he chuckled, and shook his head. He wasn’t really mad, I’d worked for him for too many years for him to really care about the odd ten minutes here or there, “Get that stupid thing off your head, we’ve got clients in today.”

When I finally made it into my own office everyone was already there. The small team were quiet and hard at work, Tom was leaned up against the end of one of the newer team members desk, chatting away quietly, but didn’t miss the opportunity to roll his eyes at me as I hung my coat on the back of the door, and hurried over to my desk.

The next fifteen or so minutes were spent logging into my computer and putting an eye over my emails. Long enough for Tom to fetch our morning coffees and put one on the end of my desk and take his seat across from me.

Everyone worked in comfortable silence and I waited for Tom to settle into his work before I shifted and started removing the pins I’d used to hold my scarf in place, hoping to just slip it off and carry on and maybe no one would say anything. But the second I pulled it off my head I could feel the burning of Tom’s gaze on me.

I tried not to look at him, and fixed my stare on the screen in front of me, trying to focus on the monthly audit spreadsheet. But of course my eyes darted to the side and I caught him, sitting across from me, his eyes sparkling with delighted amusement. I looked away and tried hard to ignore him.

“Good weekend?” his voice drifted over the space between us, and I couldn’t bear to look at him.

“It was fine,” I muttered, “Yours.”

“It was good, got drunk with Pete on Saturday. That new bar on Green Street, with the cocktails that turn your tongue black.”

“Nice.”

“So…” he trailed off, and I could hear in his voice that he was holding back laughter now.

“So?” I shot back abruptly.

“Did you do something different with your hair?”

I looked him dead on now. He was lounged back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. God, I wanted to smack the stupid fucking grin off his beautiful face.

“Obviously,” I hissed, looking away quickly, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of seeing how distressed I was. Made worse by how amused my misfortune was making him.

I tried to press on with my work.

“It’s very –”

“Don’t,” I snapped, quickly, cutting him off before he had a chance to finish.

He finished anyway.

“Orange.”

I said nothing, and kept my eyes firmly fixed on my screen. Tom obviously realised he wasn’t going to get a rise out of me now, because it seemed his attention was also back on the job. So, when it seemed like I could finally settle into my working day and hope that was the last comment I’d get regarding the disaster on my head, I shot off a few emails and then looked at the internal audit from my superior.

Everyone worked in silence, which wasn’t always the case. Generally we were a lively office, but the mood was dampened by the clients due in. The office manager was strict on professionalism, and whenever we had visitors he insisted chitchat was kept to a minimum.

“Christ, Kara. What happened to you? I think you were better off with the head scarf on!”

I’d not heard my boss enter our office, and my eyes shot up in time to see Tom bark with laughter, and a collection of snickers rose from around the office.

“Sorry, Nick,” I mumbled.

“Not me you want to be apologising to. Poor Tom here needs sunglasses sitting opposite you,” Tom chuckled and greeted his bosses high five.

I huffed loudly, “Hilarious. Glad you’re all getting a good laugh at my expense.”

“Talking of expense,” Tom started, his eyes were bright and twinkled with humour, “How much did you sell your soul for, for that haircut?”

“Ha, fucking, ha, Tom, gingers don’t have souls, I get it. You’re a fine one to talk with the ginger Jokes, at least mine will grow out,” I groused, annoyed that now Nick had basically given permission for open season on the hair jokes, Tom was going all in.

“Mines auburn, the ladies love it.”

“Sure.”

“Besides there’s ginger, and then there is that,” he waved a pointed finger in my direction, “It looks like you’ve fallen in a vat of chemicals.”

“Fuck off.”

“Language, Kara,” Nick said, suddenly more serious, “That’s quite enough. You can’t expect to turn up looking like that and not get a few jokes made at your expense.”

“Obviously it’s not meant to look like –”

I tried to argue, but my boss held up a hand to stop me.

“I just came in to let you know I’ll be showing our visitors around within the hour. If you could all just be on your best behavior. Tom, perhaps you can bring up some of the recent stats for them to have a look at, I’d like you to talk them through.”

“Nick, I completed last months internal, perhaps it would be better if I did that.”

“Given your vile mood this morning, Kara, you are the last person I want left alone with one of our highest paying clients.”

My lips parted in surprise. No, shock and humiliation.

I wouldn’t even be in such a foul mood if it wasn’t for his and Tom’s jibes at me. I wanted to walk out, but if I did that I’d only make it worse for myself. So I pressed my lips together and gave a short nod.

In his favour, Tom did give me a sympathetic look, as he picked up his laptop and followed the boss out of the office.

∞

If I’d even hoped that might be the end of my ridicule, I was sorely mistaken.

When I arrived back to my desk after lunch, a bowl had appeared, full of fresh oranges, and a two litre bottle of Tango orange was there too. Tom had returned from his meeting with the visitors, and only glanced from his screen briefly, long enough for me to see the smirk on his lips, as I picked up both the bowl and the bottle and marched them to the shared staff canteen.

When I returned, he looked pretty pleased with himself.

“Chill out, Weasley.”

“Oh fuck off.”

Then not long later a tap on the office door. It was Barbara from the bakery down the street, carrying a small white box. The types they delivered their cakes in, because we always ordered from there on birthdays.

“Hi, Kara,” she chirped, placing the box on the end of my desk, “Special occasion?”

I looked at the box, with a post-it on top reading my name and office number. I frowned, then looked back at her.

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Oh, well… must have an admirer. Enjoy,” with that she skipped off.

I could feel all eyes on me as I pulled the box towards me. When I glanced across my desk, Tom looked about ready to implode.

“What? What did you do?”

“Me?” he exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest, having the gall to look insulted at the accusation.

So I flipped the lid of the box open, and there, inside was a small, but perfectly delicious looking carrot cake. Complete with cream cheese frosting and little decorative iced carrots.

“I…” The tears rolled down my cheeks and splashed onto the cake before I even realised I’d started crying, “I think…I think I’m not feeling too well. I’m going to go home.”

I closed the box quickly and dropped it into the bin under my desk. Then picked up my handbag. It was only when I strode across the room, and reached for my coat that Tom spoke up.

“Oh come on, Kara. Don’t be like that.”

“Tom, I think you should leave it, mate,” I heard Paul, the usually quieter member of the team, pipe up. But his warning went ignored.

“Kara, it’s just a bloody joke.”

“Yeah, well it’s not funny, Tom!” I shouted, spinning back to face him, “Do you think I wanted my hair like this? Do you think, if I could have done something to make it look less hideous, I wouldn’t have done it before having to come in and face you.”

“It was just a laugh.”

“For you, maybe. Not for me,” I sniffed, “You’re meant to be my friend. I know we wind each other up, but I can’t believe you’d go so far out of your way to get a laugh at my expense. It’s bad enough having to leave the house looking like this.”

“Kara, I didn’t…”

“Don’t even bother, Tom. I’m going. Tell Nick I’m ill.”

With that, I turned back and hurried from the office, leaving Tom, and the rest of the team in stunned silence. Not once, in all the years I’d worked there had I walked out like that, or out rightly shouted at Tom. We bickered, sure. All the time actually. We wound each other up, but we were never cruel.

∞

I waited until I arrived home to completely lose it.

A text came through from Nick, saying Tom felt bad about how he’d behaved, and they both meant no harm, and hoped I was okay.

I cried. Tears streamed down my cheeks and my body wrecked with harsh sobs.

This was ridiculous. It was just hair, why did I care so much? Some people had it worse. My own mother had lost all hers when she’d undergone Chemotherapy, and she’d not cried about it once. Alright, she wasn’t okay with it, she hated it. But she got on with it.

So why was I so upset about my hair? It would grow out, eventually. And in a few weeks I’d be able to colour it and maybe get the cut sorted. It was fixable.

More so, why was I so bothered by what Tom said?

Oh yeah, right. Because the office banter and bickering had been my own, so far, successful way of staying in control of the stupid crush I’d been harbouring from the day we were assigned to work with one another.

It’s not like I’d ever stand a chance with him anyway, he’d never paid me the slightest bit of interest. I’d have known if he had, because Tom was a notorious ladies man and when he liked a woman he let her know very quickly. He always said it was because he had impeccable taste, so he didn’t like to hang around. If he didn’t get in there, another man would.

I called him a slut.

But only because I was jealous.

Jealous of every girl who was better than me.

And now I was heartbroken because I’d now made myself look repulsive, and stupid and I’d managed to bump myself further down Tom’s list. Not that I was even on it to start with.

The truth was, of the women Tom had dated, there had been a fair few red heads. These stunning women, with long, scarlet tresses. Usually tall, with fair skin, blue eyes, and so very striking to look at. Women who were so extra, that next to them, I looked positively dull.

I bathed, and washed my hair. The stylist said after a few washes the colour would ‘settle down’. It wasn’t working, but I tried anyway. After blow drying it, it looked brighter than ever, and I shed a few more tears in front of the mirror. I couldn’t stay away from work until it was fixed.

It had just gone seven o’clock in the evening when my door buzzer went. I wasn’t expecting visitors, and my phone had been quiet since I’d ignored my bosses text. So I was a little nervous when I picked up the entry phone and asked who was there.

“Hey, Kar…It’s Tom,” I could heard the uncertainty in his voice. I’d already given him one dressing down today, was he expecting another one? “Can I come in?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m not here to take the piss.”

“I hope not.”

“Well, can come in then?”

I glanced back into my little flat. It wasn’t too untidy. I looked down at myself. Old leggings, a band t-shirt which I’d cut the sleeves off of, and my fluffy bed socks. I suffered from cold feet. What the hell? He’d seen me in worse states.

“Sure,” I pressed the button and heard him push the door open.

Tom had only visited my flat once before, for a little gathering which I’d had for my thirtieth birthday. Whilst we were friends, it was usually reserved for work, and occasionally nights out. My place was small, and I wasn’t overly fond of having guests.

It only occurred to me when I heard the tap at my front door, that Tom lived the other side of the city. Coming to Croydon was well out of his way, considering his own place was in North West London. No closer to work, than me, really. Just in the complete opposite direction. The fact that he’d made the effort to come all the way to see me, gave me pause for thought.

When I opened the door, Tom was standing on the other side, clutching a bottle of white wine, and wearing a very sheepish smile.

“Sorry,” he said, the instant I beckoned him through the threshold of my doorway, and he thrust the bottle of wine into my hands. It was cold, and had clearly been picked up on his way over from a Newsagents with a chiller. The sudden cold in my hands took me by surprise and I bit back a gasp. Tom frowned at me, waiting for my response.

“Erm…okay,” I nodded slowly, closing the door behind him, “You didn’t have to come all the way here to say sorry. I probably over-reacted.”

Probably. I had definitely over-reacted. Most people would see the funny side. Hell…I’d have normally seen the funny side. Except, when it was at your expense, and the subject of the joke was actually something that was quite upsetting to you, it wasn’t very funny. But how could I expect Tom to understand why I was so upset over my hair. It was just hair.

Hair which he was now looking at with a renewed interest.

Of course. At work, it had been clipped up. But now, post blow dry. He could see the dodgy style in all its horrifying glory. Wonky fringe, and uneven layers, the lot.

“Wow… Kar… that hairdresser’s really did a number on you, didn’t they?”

“Tom, you’ve come here to apologise, but if you’re going to start on me again, I’d rather you just left,” I thrust the wine bottle back in his direction, and pointed at the door, “You can take your cheap bottle of plonk, and bugger off.”

“No, no, I’m not taking the piss, Kara. I promise,” Tom held up his hands, palms out, as if to show he wasn’t there to hurt me. “And I’ll have you know that wine just cost me ten quid.”

He looked sincere. His eyes were wide and full of concern. That’s what  set me off again. As if I hadn’t wasted enough tears over a stupid haircut already.  

“Oh, no…oh Kara, love. Please don’t cry,” he lunged forward, and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. Completely forgetting the bottle of wine, which was now trapped between our bodies still in my grasp.

“It’s…so…stupid,” I sniffed and wiped my face on his jacket, “It’s just hair.”

“It’s not stupid.”

“It is though,” I hiccoughed, and pulled away from him, “Sorry, I’m crying all over you.”

“Listen, I’ve got a friend, he works for Toni and Guy, he’s a top level stylist. I’ve had a chat, and he says he can see you tomorrow. He’s based not far from work, and Nick has said you can take the morning off.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because I told him I’d been a complete knob, and I wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back, if I didn’t try and help you put this right.”

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t afford it anyway, and the salon said I probably shouldn’t put anything on it for a few weeks, or it’ll all fall out or something,” I shrugged hopelessly.

“Well, that might an improvement,” I knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but his jibe cost him a harsh glare from me, “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “Anyway, I spoke to my friend, he said he can help, and he definitely knows more than those idiots that fucked it up in the first place. And as for the cost, it’s my treat. Don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t let you do that. It’ll cost a fortune.”

“Kara. I wasted money on a homemade cake, for a joke today. I can afford a haircut. Besides, I want to do this for you. I hate seeing you so upset. Especially when I’m the one whose fault it is.”

“You didn’t do this,” I gestured to my hair, “How is it your fault?”

“Well, I’m supposed to be your friend. Friends don’t kick each other when they’re down,” Tom shrugged, “Anyway, you’re seeing my friend tomorrow and he’ll fix it for you.”

“Well…that’s very nice. Thank you. Do you…want a glass of this?” I held up the bottle of wine.

“Why do you think I brought it?”

I went into the kitchen, Tom was hot on my heels, and hung behind me whilst I fetched two glasses from the cupboard and poured us each a glass of wine.

“Here,” I turned and put a glass in his hand. We went through to the living room, and sat together on my little sofa. We both sipped our wine quietly, and I wondered how long he would stay. It would take him well over an hour to get across London this time of the night. I couldn’t help but feel bad that he’d felt the need to make the effort, all because I couldn’t take a joke.

“I don’t mean this to come across the wrong way, but I’m not sure why you felt the need to change your hair anyway. It was fine as it was,” Tom said, somewhat out of the blue. I’d thought the topic of my hair catastrophe was done with.

“It wasn’t fine, it was boring, and dull.”

“It was lovely, and natural.”

“Since when do you have an opinion on my hair.”

“Since you felt the need to ruin something beautiful,” he shot back without a beat.

“Beautiful,” I scoffed, “Since when have you considered anything natural about a woman, as beautiful?”

“I beg your pardon?” Okay, maybe they was harsh, and I shouldn’t have been surprised by his insulted expression.

“I didn’t mean…I just…” I stammered trying to explain myself, “I’ve seen the women you date, Tom. We’ve worked together long enough. You can’t sit there trying to tell me I shouldn’t be changing my hair because it’s beautiful in its natural state, when I know for a fact that in your eyes, me and beautiful are two things which don’t go together.”

“Oh you know that for a fact do you?” Tom spat, looking surprisingly, more annoyed than I’d ever seen him. And I’d seen him lose a contract he’d worked on for over three months, “You think because I date a lot of women who bleach their hair and cake on make-up, that I don’t appreciate natural beauty. That I don’t think of you as beautiful?”

“You’ve never given me reason to think you do. But that’s fine, Tom, you’re allowed to have a type. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. It’s just…don’t judge my decision to try and change my appearance, in an attempt to appear more aesthetically pleasing, when you’re in no position to do so,” I exclaimed, truly exasperated. I didn’t expect him to sit there and lie to make me feel better. Or to try and justify his proclivities.

“I like all women, Kar… all shapes and sizes, it doesn’t bother me. I’m not picky.”

“You are a bit,” I muttered under my breath.

“Well, alright, yeah, I can be a bit picky, but it never has anything to do with looks.”

“Why are we even talking about this?” I wondered, finally. I didn’t want to talk about Tom’s dating catalog, it was literally the last thing I needed right now.

“Because, you seem to be under the impression that I don’t think you’re beautiful. Which I do, actually,” Tom stated, very matter of fact.

“Tom, please don’t do this. I know you think it’s making me feel better, but it’s not. I appreciate you coming here, and also sorting me out an appointment with your friend. But you don’t need to shower me with fake compliments. I don’t…what you think about me doesn’t matter. It’s fine,” the words were rushed, and Tom’s brow furrowed in frustration.

“You’re not listening to me, Kara. I’m not trying to make you feel better, and my compliments are not fake. I’m trying to tell you that I like you, that I have for a while. Which is why I feel so awful for upsetting you today. And I always think you’re beautiful,” he paused, taking a short breath, before adding, “Even with your god awful Toyah hair do.”

“What?” I asked, bluntly. Ignoring his comment about the hair.

“You heard me, Kara.”

“You like me? Like me, like me?” he nodded, “Since when?”

“Well… a while. I don’t know?”

“But… why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I was trying to be professional, we have to work together. Also, I didn’t want to make a move unless I knew you liked me too, because it would make things awkward,” Tom explained, as if it was the most obvious reasoning in the world, “And up until very recently you were still dating dickhead Dan.”

“But all you do is wind me up, and argue with me.”

“You argue with me too! Plus…I like it when we bicker. I like your fire, Kara. I purposely try to get a rise out of you, because…well… it’s sexy as hell.”

“Oh come on!” I scoffed, incredulous.

“You don’t believe me do you?” He set his wine down on the coffee table.

“I just… you date so many women, really stunning ones.”

“I date a lot of women, because I’m single and I like female company. Am I seeing any of them more than once or twice? Am I looking for anything more than dinner, and maybe sometimes sex? I’ve not had a proper relationship in almost two years Kar…because I’ve been too hung up on you.”

“Oh.”

“I hated that I made you cry today. I never, ever want to hurt you. Although I didn’t plan on telling you quite like this –”

He didn’t get time to finish, because I cut him off, with my lips against his.

Tom froze momentarily, and I wondered for a second, if kissing him had been a mistake. Just because he apparently liked me, it didn’t mean he wanted to make a move. I went to pull back, parting our lips, but as I did so, I felt Tom’s hand grasp the back of my head, pulling back, and he  mumbled his disapproval of my intention to pull away.

He kissed me back this time, his lips insistently working against mine. I flung my arm out, the one still grasping my own wine glass, feeling for the table until I could set it down. Then once it was safely out my hands, I moved back into the kiss properly, maneuvering myself, until I could clamber up and push Tom against the back of the sofa, and straddle his lap.

“Fuck, Kara, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.”

“About as long as I’ve wanted you,” I responded, moving back to press little kisses along his jaw and neck.

“But…but you were with Dan?”

“Only because I couldn’t bear the thought of being single. It took him cheating on me, to make me realise that I’d rather be on my own, than with him. My self esteem isn’t great, but I know I’m better than that.”

“He cheated on you?” I hadn’t meant to let that lip, I’d not told anyone that part.

“Yeah.”

“What a fucking idiot,” Tom mumbled, tugging me back towards him and kissing me again. When his hand travelling from my hip to my right breast and squeezed trough the worn fabric of my t-shirt, I gasped. The second my lips parted, his tongue plunged into my mouth. He worked a nipple between his fingers, and I groaned loudly into his mouth, grinding myself down into his lap.

“Tom,” I whimpered his name, breaking the kiss, “I wanted you too. For a really long time. I thought… I never thought you could like someone like me.”

“What on earth, Kara?” his hand left my breast and settled back on my hip, he pulled back and his eyes searched mine, “Someone like you? You’re wonderful. You’re beautiful, smart, and incredibly sexy. I’m so incredibly lucky to even know you, to have you as a friend, let alone, on my lap, rubbing yourself on my cock like it’s your fucking job or something.”

I giggled, and ground down again, giving him a playful smile, “Like that?”

“Fucking minx, I always knew you’d be like this. Please tell me I don’t have to go home.”

“You don’t have to go home,” I answered, placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, pleased that he was thinking the same as me. I couldn’t think of letting him leave now.

“Thank god,” he breathed, “Now… lets find you a suitable hat, to cover that monstrosity on your head, then I’m going to take you to bed and fuck you so good, that tomorrow you’ll go into work with a bad limp and a huge smile, and no one will have any doubt exactly what you’ve been up to.”

I didn’t even have time to formulate a suitable sassy response, before I found myself lifted off the sofa and marched across the flat, and thrown, unceremoniously onto my bed.  

[dykerachelsummers]

I can’t remember if I’ve asked this before, but in your DC AU, what is like. The rundown on Raven? Any notable changes or new elements you’ve added? Anything you’ve discarded? Does she know her mom’s family at all?

earth-82 raven is uh,, very unlike any other iteration of raven!! because i wanted to make arella a larger part of her life, lol, and that lead to some,, intense changes. tw for some religion-based homophobia

so in earth-82, arella ran away from home during a family vacation in england. she was about sixteen years old and she had recently come to terms with the fact that she was bisexual and no longer felt comfortable in her very christian household. during her time in england, before she fell pretty deeply into cult business, she got pretty into the punk scene and that’s how she met john constantine and zee zatara. they become incredibly good friends and this is arella’s first step into what will soon become a deep dive in the magical world. john accidentally kills zee’s dad (his mentor) and this causes breaks the trio, leading to zee cursing john’s name and moving back to the states. john gets deeper and deeper into dark magic and arella loses her support system and ends up,, accidentally joining a cult.

from here until the destruction of azarath, comic canon stays basically the same. the biggest difference is, when trigon destroys azarath, arella and raven both manage to escape. raven is twelve at the time. arella doesn’t know where to go, when she left azarath, the portal she created had unceremoniously dumped her and her daughter in the states, in the middle of california. arella ends up seeking out her old best friend, zee, despite it having been well over a decade.

arella and raven end up moving in with zee and that’s how rae gets connected to the new teen titans. she starts having dreams about them and zee is basically dick’s aunt so she calls in a favor and rae joins the team, the second youngest member at the age of fourteen (gar is the actual youngest at only thirteen). it again mostly sticks to canon here with some diversions where i feel necessary.

raven ends up trapping trigon, as she always does, in between getting used to being part of two teams (she gets sucked into the new night force near the same time she joined ntt), going to a regular high school, and dealing with her mom’s relationship drama with zee&john (who ends up moving in with them, to zee’s eternal irritation). during this time rae has several brief relationships: with jason todd before he realizes he’s not really attracted to women (he remains one of her best friends, though she’s somewhat closer to dick), with lori zechlin for a single summer, with cassandra cain before she realizes cass is in love with someone else, and with stephanie brown before she realizes steph is who cass is in love with and that she feels the same way.

when rae decides to start college, she also decides she’s done being a superhero as she studies to become a pediatric doctor. ofc, with the majority of her friends and family involved in the community, she’s not able to able to completely avoid the nonsense. she ends up in a relationship with kara zor-el and—completely accidentally—adopts a young homo magi by the name of juniper.

raven is much closer to arella’s family than arella is. she ended up joining the west coast teen titans team for awhile with gar, vic, and tara after the judas contract storyline (mostly so she could be closer to her mom) and during this time decided to get to know alice and her family. they all grow close, even if arella doesn’t feel comfortable there very often.

also! raven is genderqueer and uses she/they pronouns!

[minstrivia]

fuckboy!/fwb!au where the oc is pregnant w his kid and he says he doesn’t want it out of shock and ends up meeting his twins! at their university grad and they end up together? this is so long lmao but :/ (with ofc the golden maknae himself)

i hope you like this. x

in which jungkook didn’t handle it well…

Y/N was careful, everything she’d ever done she’d done with care. She had an unnecessary habit of making everything she did perfect, she would double check, triple check then if she could ask someone to check again just to make sure, she would. That’s how careful she is— or was.

   When she met Jeon Jungkook it was like every moral and manner she’d ever built up was pointless, all she could see was him.

   She loathed him at first. She still did at times. She hated the way he walks with that aura of butter wouldn’t melt, the way he talked like everyone was supposed to be quiet and listen to him, and she especially hated the way he touched her.

   He touched her like he could fall in love with her, gentle compassionate caresses on her skin accompanied by sweet pointless talk after they’d had sex.

   She knew she should have know better. She was just ’one of his girls’, the temporary bed warmers that satisfied him on a nightly basis.  But he’d always tell her she was the only one he was fucking and she’d always believed him again and again. And she’d stupidly fallen in love with him.

   She remembers the day it all went wrong. She remembers it like it was yesterday. She’d shown up at his door, something she’d never done before and when he opened up the door, baffled as he was, he let her in.

  She’d been so obviously crying that she hadn’t even attempted to hide it. Her face was puffy and flushed, dry tear marks streaming down her face and eyes still blurred with moisture. Anything could have set her off then.

   "What’s wrong?“ He’d asked her, confused as to why she would turn up at his door in this state. He’d almost sounded like he cared and her heart broke a little. Fuck, how could she be so careless?

   "Y/N.” He took a tentative step forward almost scared she would run away at any erratic movement. “What’s happened?”

   She shook her head, trembling violently on her spot. Thinking about it now, she should have left at that moment. She should have never opened her mouth and instead ran away, never to see him again. That would have hurt less.

   His hand rested on her shoulder carefully. He was comforting her. “Y/N, you’re gonna need to—”

   "I’m pregnant,“ She blurted out and hearing the words out loud set off another dam of tears to break free.

   Jungkook’s hand left her shoulder as if she’d burnt him instantly, the words knocking the air out of his lungs as he struggled to comprehend and make sense of them.

   "Wh— What?”

   She was hysterical, whimpering as she tried to explain it to him.  "I’m pregnant. I— I forgot to take one of my pills one time. And it just. I'm—"

   Jungkook shook his head backing away from her, he was tripping over air and bumping into things as he tried to get as far away from her as possible.

   "No!“ He shouted inciting a terror-stricken flinch from her. But he didn’t care. It wasn’t his, it couldn’t be. "Stop. I don’t want to fucking hear any more. Get out.”

   And after that day, she never talked to him again. He’d done everything to evade her and she was left on her own to suffer the feat of pregnancy while watching him strut around with new girls in tow every day looking as if nothing had ever happened.

   That had been 3 years ago. She’s buried herself in her books ever since and finally it’s graduation. As much as earning her degree, she’s equally excited about never seeing him again. She’s travelling across the world, to London. It had always been in her plans, but more so now.

   Jungkook’s staring at her again. Has she gotten prettier? He’s not sure if that’s even possible for her. Y/N’s always been beautiful to him.

   God, he’s really fucked up. The day she’d told him she was pregnant, he was in shock. He couldn’t spend his life tied down to someone who he wasn’t in love with. Yet he was— is.

   It hadn’t taken him too long after to realise he’d actually been in love with her, for a long time at that. But by then he’d already messed up and broke her heart, how she must hate him.

   "Kook, go talk to her,“ Taehyung says, nudging Jungkook slightly in her direction. "This will probably be the last chance you get.”

   "What if she doesn’t want to talk to me?“

   Taehyung scoffs. "Of course she doesn’t want to talk to you. Now go.”

   Jungkook sighs. He can’t do this. What could he possibly say to you to make you hate him any less? But before he’s had a proper chance to think, he’s already in front of you.

   "Y/N.“

   Y/N jumps slightly swivelling on her feet to come face to face with the boy that broke her heart, none other than Jeon Jungkook. What could he possibly want now?

   "Hey, Koo— Jungkook.” She clears her throat scolding herself internally. “How are you?”

   Jungkook blinks slowly. Why isn’t she shouting and cursing at him? She’s calm, too calm and he’s even more scared at this. She’s pretending everything’s fine. It’s not. Nothing’s fine about this.

   "Jungkook?“

   "Ah yes— Erm… how are you?”

   "I’m fine.“ She’s smiling, a proper radiant smile that matches the sun and he shakes his head, he’s not taking this bullshit.

   ”No, you’re not.“

   ”What?“

   "You’re not fine,” He stresses. “I left you. I treated you like dirt. How could you be fine?”

   "Oh.“ Y/N shifts uncomfortably. He wants to talk about this now. She’s not sure she wants to, or if she’s remotely ready. But he looks dead set on having the conversation. "What d'you want me to say?”

   He shrugs. “That you’re angry. That you’re upset. That you wished I love you.”

   "To do what?“ She rolls her lips together a disbelieving laugh held between her lips. "To boost your ego because if that’s what you want then fine.”

   She takes a deep breath stepping towards him. “I’m angry—” She starts. “God, I’m so fucking angry. I spent a long time believing it was my fault thinking I’m the one that fucked up everything while you just— you just pretended I never existed. And yes. Yes, I wish that you could love me, even a little bit. But, I’m upset because I know—” She exhales shakily. She can’t cry in front of him. Not again. “I know that you’ll never love me even if seeing you again makes me realise that I still love you.”

   Jungkook doesn’t know what to say after that, his voice box is jammed and he can’t arrange the alphabet in the way he wants. He’s opening and closing his mouth. How did he let it get this bad?

   "Y/N, I love your kids but I think they want— Oh.“ Jungkook’s eye’s focus solely on the twin buggy that comes with the new voice. Fuck, is that.

   "Y/N, What’s he doing here?” Kara asks, glaring at Jungkook heatedly. But he doesn’t take any notice. He steps forward almost instinctively.

   "Is that— Are those—"

   Y/N hums. “Your kids? Yeah.”

   Jungkook glances at Y/N, his heart is pounding out his chest, seeing them in flesh has made them even more real and all he wants to do is hold them in his arms.

   "What are their names?“

   Jungkook’s wishing he could turn back time. Wishing he hadn’t been so stupid that night and instead welcomed her with open arms.

   "Hei-Ran and Eun.”

   He smiles. Beautiful, just like they are. “Can I— I won’t take them out. I just wanna— see them properly.”

   Kara sneers. “You’ve had two years to see them properly, so, no.”

   "It’s okay Kar. We need to talk anyway.“

   Kara raises her eyebrows in disbelief. "God— you’re just gonna— you know what. Fine. But, don’t do anything stupid.”

   She walks away and Y/N smiles at her friend’s protectiveness. Y/N knows she’s going to do something stupid. Watching the way Jungkook looks at his children, and murmurs to them so softly she can barely hear him, moves something in her heart and she’s speaking before she’s thinking.

   "I’m going to London, in a week.“ She swallows. "It’s a one-way ticket. So if you want to see them again. You can… you can come over anytime this week.”

   Jungkook looks back at her. London. She’s moving to London. She feels like she has to go across the world to get away, from him? His chest tightens. He stands from his crouched position.

   "I—" He takes her hand in his and rubs the surface of her skin with his thumb. She feels like home. “I should have said this a long time ago. But, I was stupid. I cared more about my reputation than— than being with someone I love.”

   Her breath hitches and he holds her hand tighter. “I love you Y/N. I’ve loved you for longer than I like to admit and it’s shitty that it’s taken me three years and two beautiful kids to see that. But I am so so sorry.”

   He’s wiping at her tears, cheek cupped in his hand as he’s holding her closer than he’s done in a long time. “And if you’ll have me, I’ll come with you to London. We can leave everything behind and start over as a proper family. We can get married, and I’ll promise you that I will never hurt you again. If you want.”

   Y/N can’t help falling into his chest, his arms envelop her shaking body, kissing the top of her head as he holds her tight. It’s all she’s ever wanted from him.

[theweekinarrowfic]

Completed Arrow Multichapters on AO3, January 6-12, 2019

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The Hacker and the Assassin: Enter the Canary by cmdragonia (10/10, 10 Jan 2019) - Everything has been going great for Felicity since the Undertaking. But when a female vigilante shows up in the Glades, Felicity gets drawn into yet another adventure.  Part 2 of The Hacker and the Assassin

Mares, Bullets, and Mysteries by ShowJumper484 (3/3, 09 Jan 2019) - Oliver saves Felicity's life and disappears only to resurface four years later with a surprise.

The Missing Piece by cfcureton (35/35, 08 Jan 2019) -  Oliver and Felicity’s first meeting seems promising, but will the fact that they’re each keeping a secret doom their relationship before it begins?

What About Us by OlicityAddicted (29/29, 08 Jan 2019) - Sequel to And She Will Be Loved.Three years after the events that brought them together, Oliver and Felicity's past comes back to haunt them. With people working against them, Oliver risks losing his family forever if they won't find a solution in time. Part 2 of And She Will Be Loved

Dust in the Wind by robin_writes (4/4, 07 Jan 2019) - Sometimes because of what happened on Lian Yu, Oliver Queen, resurrected billionaire, would go and sleep on the streets. He was far more comfortable there than at the Queen manor. On the streets he meets many people, becomes friends with a few; Diggle, a homeless army vet, Roy, a kid who reminds him of his sister - argumentative and spunky, and City, a blonde girl who has lived through almost as much as he has.

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The Frozen Heart of the Sea by Mistvalkyrie (Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, Oliver listed as character, 14/14, 06 Jan 2019) - Captain Cold’s idyllic pirate life will get threatened when his cursed frozen heart gets stolen by a mysterious hazel-eyed prisoner during a voyage to raid the legendary and lost city of Atlantis.

New Justice: War of the League by KarryBeta; KarryMaster (Kara Danvers/OFC, Sara/Tommy as side pairing, 11/11, 06 Jan 2019) - With Wally now with the League of Assassin a war is coming and the Justice League has no idea. Part 4 of New Justice

Relationships and hardships by Kr1411; Multi_FandomWeirdo16 (Barry Allen/Oliver, 12/12, 05 Jan 2019) - Barry Allen is a High school student at central high. He goes there with his best friends Cisco and Caitlin. But... He has a problem. His controlling and abusive boyfriend, Hunter Zoloman is causing problems for him. Especially when a certain blonde Queen comes to town.Or The high school AU no one wanted or cared for.

[akane171]

Huh? Yes, I'm still breathing?😅 Oh, did my message not get through?😰 I did answer you the other day🙈😅 I thought you were busy so you didn't reply, I didn't realize you apparently didn't get any message, sorry🙈🙈😰😰😖

Since that message apparently didn't get through, here again:

😂😂😂

Ah, yes, it is pretty niche, isn't it?🤔😅🙈

HAHAHA, the didn't study, passed anyway feeling is the BEST 😍😂😂

...What kinds of fics I will write?😕 Why does me wanting to make friends with demons make you worry about THAT?😂😂😅

Hmm, you think they had already figured out that it's meant to be Kara?🤔 Dunno, but LW kinda made it sound like nobody had really figured it out yet when Daxam&Krypton died🤔 But oh well, apparently we're likely to meet a survivor next arc, then we'll see😍😍😍🙈🙈🤔🤔

"Just write and see"...See how I absolutely fail, yes😅😂🙈

Dito 😂 Cursing is just fun😂😂

...Well, can't disagree with that 🙈😅 Still sad tho🙈

Aww, you really make me want to binge the books😂🙈 Definitely gotta read them when I finally have time to read again🙈😂😍

Yeah, Mon's the best... Well, I was fine with Brainy til they pulled that sheer hypocrisy in the finale...🙈😖

Yeah, Mon really was just the most relatable and "human" of them all, even including the human characters....😅

Yuuup... Kara Zor-El and Mon-El of Daxam pretty much seem to have died in the S2 finale... What was left was Kara Danvers and Mon-El of the Legion...Both apparently married to their job and forever doomed to be apart while everybody else gets a happy ending...🙈

Ohhhhh, you know, your choice of subjects is VERY amusing, I'm STILL laughing at that😂😂 But sounds like an awesome AU😂 Tho can you just imagine the terrible pick-up lines they could use on each other once they fall in love?😂 Like, imagine Mon coming up to Kara and saying "Are you Shelley? Cause you can make me (anything)" 😂😂 Ohh, I had a really good one with chemistry too but can't remember that one🙈 Alternatively, imagine Kara walking up to Mon and saying "Are you  a nucleon? Cause I can't help orbiting around you" 😂😂🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ Okay, I'll stop with these bad pick-up lines😂😂

Oh, absolutely, Max would still be the jackass we know, but he loves his lil bro, so gotta be protective😉 And Mon, well, ofc he's gotta be a lil shit, that's literally the job description of siblings😉😂😂 But I imagine he'd still be that precious outer space stray puppy we know and still get excited over new things (cause unlike what the show seemed to portray, you can NEVER have seen and learnt everything! Learning is a life-long process 😑) 

Haha, well, I AM thinking about putting it on my to-write list 🙈🤷🏻‍♀️🙈

Hope it treats you well, too!😊 Sorry about the confusion again, I really didn't even think the message might not have gotten through🙈

Oh, PS: Fun fact since we always tell LW to sleep more: Panic!at the Disco released a new song in which's chorus he sings "Shut up and go to bed" 😂😂😂 The universe can ridiculously funny sometimes😂😂

XXX

Nah, it's ok, i just was sure you got tired of me, moved to LW forever and I was just sadly scrolling her dahsboard with tears in my eyes, sniff.

Joking.

Seriously speaking, I got nothing from you and after a few days i smartly decided to ask, lol.

Haven't eaten it, so yep. We have only one sushi restaurant here, so xD

Yeah, good ol' days xD But would never ever wanted to come back to these days, lol.

Possessed by demon would for sure affect your writings. Can't wait to see the bloody horror fics!

Probably the priest didn't know. Priests are usually dumb fucks xD

SHUT YOUR CAKE UP. It's going to be ok!!!!! >;[

FUCK, it is!

Oh, do it! They are rally good and make sense and karamel is adorable and there is no too much Lobotomizer. Especially in book 3, when they go to the restaurant, he is just aaaaaaaaah. Love him.

Well, i was ok with Brainiac in s3 but then, I felt he was the replacement for Winn and Mon. Also, they made him a calculator with feelings and the way they dumber him down for Lobotomizer's sake in their every scene was pathetic. And seriously, dude was sitting on his ass while his so called Legion friends were figting for his people and he didn't even spare one thought about it. And his last scenes, fuck you asshole. Sorry, he seriously annoyed me to the no end.

While i can undersatnd why they treated Mon-El as shit, but Kara? He stayed her established biggest love of her life and she ended as a spinster, without love, private life, married to her two jobs. Like, yeah, role model, indeed. In the end I was not liking this version of Kara, she felt artificial. Sigh

LOL, they would love the lines xD Also, imagine all kids conspirating and shipping them, and making bets xD

I would love their interactions, because for sure they could both learn things from each other. Imagine Kara and Mon-El, being pissed off at MAx for interrupting tehir dates, conspire about making Max and Cat together xDDDDD Maybe Cat would be against her Supergirl dating her enemy lil bro? xD

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW!

It's ok :) I really missed talking with you, so happy the issue was solved :D

PS. LMAAAAAAAAAAAAO! That's so awesome! Going to send it to her every day when she won't respect her sleeping hours :D THANKS!!!

PS2. Have you seen the Chris pics?! HOLY DAMN!

[queercapwriting]

#SanversWeek Day 4 Master Post

Unexpected Twilight AU.

Awkward Alex, Matchmaker Kara, NB Maggie... at Hogwarts.

Ofc the DEO trains them to cast Patronus charms.

Sanvers and the Goblet of Fire.

Breathtaking gifs.

Alex fist fights and Maggie uses healing spells on her.

Kara knits Maggie her own sweater.

Ofc Luna would love Maggie’s toy robot collection.

We all know who says what.

Hogwarts Alumni Weekend.

Flying Sanvers and Max the Griffin.

Perfect quote integration is perfect.

Ofc Alex has trouble with her Patronus.

Naturally Alex is both a Healer and an Auror.

Smol Muggle-born Maggie and smol Slytherin Alex.

Little Adrian and Winn brotp.

Perfect gifs perfect story.

The Room of Requirement as a respite for outcast kids give me this series.

Nerds falling in love in the library with help from Kara.

Maggie shows off for Alex, who naturally doesn’t get it (but Kara does).

Alex gets re-Sorted.

Decoy Detonator as wizarding Flash Grenade, ft. nb!Alex.

Ultimate badass Nb!Alex Danvers is a total mush for Maggie Sawyer.

Superfriends HP series.

Quidditch!Sanvers.

Maggie Sawyer is for Legends Only.

Eliza is Eliza, even in AUs.

So painful so fucking perfect.

Alex the Curse-Breaker, Maggie the Auror.

Alex the Hufflepuff Seeker.

Alex is a useless lesbian in every universe.

Gryffindor!Maggie can password her way into Ravenclaw tower.

The one good thing (okay one of the only) to come out of That Episode.

Lena has the Marauders’ Map, also, sex.

Kara and Fawkes flying together.

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😂😂

Hmm🤔 Isn't "naruto" something to eat?🤔

Ohhhh, that's actually a really interesting field of study and very nice from a multi-cultural perspective🤔😍 But haha, that definitely explained the weird discussions😂

Kat, I doubt there was EVER ANYONE who misses ANY kinds of exams😅🙈 Like, it's EXAMS🙈 I'd REALLY worry about your mental health if you said you miss the exams😅😅😂

Haha, Thanks and naah, I'd actually be suuuuper hyped if I met a demon, that just Sounds like fun (I hope they are kinda like SPN's demons or even Crowley cause those definitely seemed fun😍😂)...I'll have to get time first tho🙈

Well, basically she said that Bal-Seg did have his own theories (esp. Mon's mate being from another planet since they had so much trouble figuring out who it is) but that it was a closely-kept secret by the priests... 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ehh, you definitely have waaaaay more faith in my ability to nail his character than I do😅😅🙈 Huh, really? I didn't even notice that I haven't used "shit" yet (tho Yeah, I do try to not curse too much online🙈)😂 Well, life is kinda annoying in the long-run rn...Just a bunch of stressful things to do🙈🤷🏻‍♀️😭 

Aw maaan😭 Your ideas are really too awesome to just "throw away ad forget about"🙈 But I get it, can't claim to not have come up with ideas I thought I'd rather not write😅🙈

Aww, Mon in a Museum?😍😍 How sweet that must have been! But yeah, agreed, they should have explored the character and how he learns more about Earth waaaaaay more. And well, it's Chris, ofc he would have nailed it🙈🙈😁😌

Oh, absolutely! Mon is SO multifacetted even if you disregard S3 and the Legion thing, like, ironically I think he was one of the most "human" and relatable characters 🤔🙈😅

Exploding shit is ALWAYS AWE AND SOME 😍 And explosions plus MonWinn? Shut up and take my money😂😂😁 (Ohh, Bones, I watched that on TV what feels like ages ago😯)

Those two would be a cool duo tho🤷🏻‍♀️🙈😂 Ohh, on that note, thanks to all the Max and Mon talk with you and LW, my brain got stuck on a new AU idea: Imagine Mon having been a child when Daxam was destroyed (tho for some reasons everyone still had the misconception with him being the fratboy of the universe-maybe a double or sth?🤔 Not sure yet) and he ended up on Earth around the same time as Kara but was found by kid!Maxwell and "adopted" by him as his "brother" ala Professor X and Raven style and so they grew up together and Mon studied engineering and is part of Max' company, too (maybe head engineer or sth?🤔) and then in S2 Mon (aka Mike Lord) shows up and Max who already doesn't like Kara/Supergirl is still around too ofc and totally not impressed by her even talking to Mon and even less when Kara finds out Mon is an alien and a Daxamite and she's trying to pressure him into being a hero too (even more reasons for Max to dislike her😂😅) and aaaw, just imagine Mon having Max in his corner during all those stupid arguments and esp. the Jeremiah incident and the time when Kara found out Mon is the Prince of Daxam 🙈🙈 Ohh, and Max teaming up with Kara to get back Mon and kick Lar and/but esp. Rhea's ass? Or Ohhh, him somehow blackmailing Lillian, cause screw this, Lillian and Rhea might be evil and vicious, but Max is freaking brilliant and vicious😈 ...Okay, I'll stop now, this is starting to sound like my head just wants someone to unapologetically tell everybody to f*** off😅😅😂🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Hehe, yay, points 💃🏻😁

😅😂 Thanks, you too?🙈

XXX

Anyway.

Maybe. Something you get diarrhea after eating it ^^

It was nice. Not many job opportunities after it, but yeah, nicely spent time xD

Some were fun. Especially when I haven't studied and still passed.

...I don't know how to comment. Like.... they were quite blood thirsty and...murderous... I'm starting to wonder what kind of fics you are going to write one day =='

Well, he was RIGHT. Wonder what the priests were thinking about it all. Wonder if they knew she was kryptonian becasue lol. And how much younger she was xDDDD No wonder they kept it as secret xD

Yes, I have. Just write and you will see =='

Oh well, my mom taught me better but I guess I just like cursing.

LIFE IS BRUTAL, REFAIL! Even for fic ideas!

It was the sweetest and most adorable mon-el thing ever TT I love the books and the author just nailed him being adorable. And karamel was just ughh, the best

For sure I liked Mon-El bieng the interested fish-out-of-the water much more than I liked Brainiac. I can't even say I liked Brainiac =='

Oh, he totally was. And was the character who did most human things and has learnt most, especially about the emotions. They kind of did something they didn't allow Kara aka showing her emotional growing and learning how to be more human.

I'm still pissed about how they made her humanity ass kisser and made her abandoning her alien self.

I have some half baked au where they are all teachers and teach in high schools. Kara as English literature teacher, Mon as science/chemistry and Kara thinking he is irresponsible (he has a chart in his class where there is written how long it passed since an accident in his class) and he thinks she is boringgggggg.

Awww, Max would be the overprotective older brother, right? And Mon El the lil shit dedicated to piss off his bro. Take my money and write it xD

Anyway, hope life treats you well :D

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