#see if i can kiss him again mb when he drops me off tonight

[eldritchmochi]

🚨 IMPORTANT UPDATE 🚨 crush has *freckles* and i spent all day tuesday in a crisis because man did i want to kiss them and then yesterday *i got to*

he almost walked out of my flat (on cloud nine) with a hot pink lipstick mark in his face lmao

[miracleonice87]

Homecoming

a Mathew Barzal one shot

a/n: I feel like I was gonna have to write a stereotypical bubble burst reunion sometime! Might as well be with pretty boy MB.

summary: Boyfriend Barzy is welcomed home post-bubble by his girlfriend.

warnings: smut!

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I stood in the parking lot outside the coliseum, watching as the bus carrying the boys back from the airport pulled in slowly. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and pulled the sleeves of Mat’s worn-out Isles crewneck, a favorite of mine, down to cover my hands. After a hot, dry New York summer, there was finally a distinct chill in the September evening air, which, coupled with the anticipation of seeing my boyfriend for the first time in nearly two months, sent a shiver down my spine. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears as the bus finally rolled to a stop, the mechanical whirr of the doors opening only slightly drowning out the sound of my pulse. I began taking inventory of those exiting the bus one by one, shifting my weight from side to side as I stood at the back of my Lexus, impatiently waiting.

Trotz, and Jim, and Anders, and Casey, and Tito, and Brass, and Ebs, and Brock, and Leddy, and...

Mathew.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in. Every muscle in my body, which I was unaware I had been tensing, relaxed all at once. I consciously fought the urge to sprint and jump into Mat’s arms in front of all of his teammates and coaches — that is, until he finally looked up at me and abruptly dropped his bags on the concrete beneath him.

“What are you doing standing there?” Mathew inquired, opening his arms wide. “Get over here,” he instructed with a chuckle.

I felt my face contort as tears welled in my eyes, my body desperately carrying me the twenty or so feet into Mat’s grasp, my dignity and reserve flying out the window. As I saw his waiting face, I knew that neither of us cared what we looked like to anyone around us. My chest finally collapsed against his, arms locking around his neck. He immediately hoisted my thighs around his waist before wrapping his arms tightly around my torso. Neither of us said anything for what had to be a full minute, just holding fast to one another, grasping at one another, as I heard the noises of other similar reunions happening all around us.

I finally pulled back a bit from Mathew and, after a shared smile, cupped his jaw in one hand, closely examining his recent battle wounds, the remaining evidence somehow looking even worse in person than it had on television. As I stared at his busted eye and slightly less-marred nose, I knew that he could sense my unease, my grin fading.

“I know, I know,” Mat prattled. “I swear it’s not as bad as it looks.” I pursed my lips, not believing him. For now, I decided to let it go, to not allow it to ruin the moment.

“Okay. Hi,” I whispered, my smile returning and his strong jaw still resting in my fingers.

“Hi,” Mat replied, smirking. “Missed you,” he added simply, but in a voice flooded with relief, more so than I had ever heard from him.

“Missed you,” I whispered in response, leaning in to kiss him firmly as one hot tear fell from each of my eyes. I had sworn to myself I wouldn’t cry in this moment, and I was angry that I hadn’t kept my self-made promise, but that was quickly overshadowed by the joy and peace I felt being in Mathew’s arms again.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” I asked, stroking my thumb across his chin before placing another hard kiss to his lips. “God, yes,” Mathew breathed, putting my feet back on solid ground. “I’m so ready.”

“Me, too,” I told him as he gathered his bags once more and we walked together to my car. I popped the trunk from the key fob in my hand before extending the device to Mathew.

“Wanna drive?” I asked, grinning. “God, yes,” he said again, lifting his suitcases into the trunk easily before accepting the keys from me with a kiss to my cheek. “Anything to feel normal again,” he mumbled. I nodded knowingly, and he squeezed my forearm when we crossed paths on our way to our respective doors.

I watched Mathew climb into the driver’s side as I reached for my seatbelt, still in shock that this long-lost familiar figure would be driving me back to our home. As soon as he adjusted the seat to accommodate his long legs rather than my short ones, Mathew reached his arm across the console to push some hair back from my face.

“Hey, baby?” he asked, inching his face closer and closer to mine. “Hmmm?” I breathed, gazing into his hazel eyes, completely entranced. Our mouths were only centimeters apart when he whispered, “I really fucking missed you,” before crashing his lips into mine with a force and passion I had never encountered from him. A moan involuntarily left my lips, causing Mat to smirk against my mouth, eyes still closed as he pulled his face back from mine.

“God, it’s so good to be home,” he told me as he gave me a lazy smile from beneath hooded eyelids. “Mmmm,” I moaned in agreement, my hand curling in as he nuzzled his stubbly face into my knuckles. “So good to have you back,” I spoke. Mat leaned in for another kiss, this one quick and sweet, before pressing the button and turning over the car’s engine.

“Now let’s get outta here,” he announced, waving at Anders and Grace in the car nearest mine and honking once, before pulling my hand to his lips and pressing warm kisses from my fingers to my palm.

“Time to go home with my girl!” he exclaimed, smiling brightly. I smirked at him as he glanced in my direction, pulling away from the parking lot and heading toward the highway.

“Now let’s talk about that fucking eye of yours...”

Mat groaned dramatically.

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“We’re home!” I said in a singsong tone as I turned the key in our apartment’s lock and ceremoniously pushed in the door, holding it open so Mat could take in the scene. He stepped through the doorway, bags in tow, and I watched a smile spread across his cheeks as he entered.

Before him, on the coffee table in the center of the living room, were gathered an array of Mathew’s favorite things — a refill of his Gucci cologne, a couple cases of his preferred fall craft beer from a brewery upstate, a giant box of our favorite brand of microwave popcorn, and an enormous bag of Sour Patch Kids, his candy of choice. Against the glass doors leading out to the balcony, directly across from us, was a message spelled out in gold helium balloons: “Welcome Home Mathew!”

“Babe!” Mathew exclaimed, excitement seeping from his voice as he walked closer, dropping his bags on the way. “What did you do?!” He began laughing, smacking his thighs as he bent over, in awe of the gesture. I approached him and rubbed his back with one hand as he stood upright again.

“I just wanted to give you a warm welcome,” I mused. Mat pulled me into his body and tilted my chin up to look at him. “Because you deserve it,” I told him.

“No, I don’t deserve this!” he tried to protest, hands finding my lower back and pressing me against him. My brows knitted together as I argued his point. “Of course you do. It’s pretty clear you worked your ass off this postseason,” I said, my fingertips ghosting over his healing wounds before curling some of his black hair behind his ear.

“No, I don’t deserve you,” Mat muttered. “You’re too good to me,” he whispered, mouthing at my jawline before trailing his lips behind my ear. I tipped my head skyward as he trailed hot kisses down my neck, pulling down the collar of his crewneck I wore so that he could place open-mouth kisses across my clavicle. Before I knew what was happening, Mat had backed me into the nearest sofa, turning and taking a seat himself first before pulling me down to straddle him as I let out a squeal.

“Missed this,” Mat told me through firm and passionate kisses. “Missed your body. Missed your lips.” I sighed blissfully at his admission. I rested my hands against his toned stomach as I agreed, “I missed this too. You. All of it.” Mat grunted, and I felt him already growing hard beneath me. I smirked into our deep kiss, pushing his golf shirt up and off of his body.

“You’ve been through a lot, baby,” I breathed into Mat’s ear, hands traveling up his chest and across his wide shoulders. “Let me spoil you.”

“I feel like I should be spoiling you, love,” Mat protested, letting a whispered curse word fall from his lips as I kissed the skin just in front of his ear. “I’m the one who left you alone.”

I pulled away and shook my head at him. “Don’t say it like that. And how about I spoil you first and then you can spoil me later tonight?” I suggested, pressing my lips against the thick column of his neck, feeling him gasp and then sigh with pleasure.

“Mhmmm,” he agreed, licking his lips, eyes fluttering closed. “Yeah, that’s good.” I smirked at how much he was enjoying our first intimate encounter in far too many weeks.

In a moment, I was kneeling in front of Mat on our living room rug, tugging off his black dress pants as quickly as I could. I pulled down the waistband of his boxers, his thick length springing free as he let out a relieved sigh. I wasted no time in wrapping my hand around him, kissing the tip as I looked up at Mat through my eyelashes. He hissed in pleasure, muscular arms resting on the back of the couch, head falling back in pleasure.

“I missed this,” I told him as I took his tip into my mouth, bobbing my head and taking more and more of him each time my mouth moved toward his stomach, finally touching my nose to the skin there as he hit the back of my throat, causing Mathew to cry out.

“Ah, fuck! Oh, my god, baby girl. Fuck yes,” he praised. He allowed my mouth to pleasure him only for a short while longer before grabbing my wrist.

“I’m gonna cum right now if you don’t stop, and I need to be inside you when I do, baby girl,” he admitted, cradling my head in his hand. I released him from my lips with a pop, causing him to swear before he fumbled to pull down my leggings and thong, guiding my hips to his own.

“Later tonight, I’m gonna eat your pussy for hours,” Mat told me, making me whine at his plan for the evening. “But right now, I just need to be buried in you,” he told me, somehow pulling my crewneck from my body with one hand and throwing it aside. As I sunk down onto him, so eager to be filled at last by the man I loved, his breath caught in his throat.

“Fuck, baby girl,” Mathew groaned. “Oh, fuck me. I’m not gonna last long. You’re so tight, baby girl. Feel so good around me.” He lifted my hips and maneuvered them back down continuously as he spoke, allowing me time to reach behind me and unhook my own bra. The lacy garment fell to the side as Mat pushed himself even deeper into me, the sight of my breasts causing his movements to become even more frantic.

“Mathew, oh my god. Mathew!” A deep moan left my throat as Mat leaned forward, responding to his name, taking one of my nipples into his mouth to tease it, then the other. His hand found my clit and rubbed circles against the sensitive area, tipping me over the edge after only a handful of seconds.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl. You gonna cum for me, huh. I feel it,” he coaxed. “Good girl, baby. Let go for me.”

I squeezed my fingers into Mathew’s shoulders as I rode him desperately, my release rolling through me. I watched as his eyes darkened, gripping my waist as he thrust into me and I ground my heat against his.

“Oh, yes, baby, yes! I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming, baby. Oh, fuck,” Mathew cried out as I felt him spill into me, his legs and hips twitching beneath me as I collapsed against his chest, head falling to his shoulder as we each struggled to find our breath.

“Oh, my god, baby,” Mat finally said, and I heard the smile in his voice. He kissed my forehead, cradling my head in one hand and my ass in the other. “Even better reunion sex than I pictured,” he told me. I smiled up at him, unable yet to pick up my head from his sticky skin.

“Welcome home, Mathew,” I whispered breathlessly, kissing his collarbone and pulling his chain between my fingers. “Welcome home.”

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Lockdown

(MBS)

“Anthony, mijo you are ten years old. You should know this multiplication shit by now.” You hear Oscar say as he sits in the dining room with both school age boys and Junior who had his own work to get done. Angel sitting at the table as well as he pretends to do school work by coloring,”Do the problem again and actually show your work.”

You guys have been stuck in the house for three weeks now due to the virus, the only person that was able to leave being Oscar since he still had to go to work. Thankfully it was Friday afternoon so that meant he was at home and could take over the role of teacher. It was fun being able to teach your kids at first, but after three days you wanted to pull your hair out. Carlos and Anthony, your two sweet boys, hated anything to do with school and put little to no effort. The only good thing that came out of this virus was that your oldest son was now home, his campus closing down for the time being. Even though you were glad he was back, you couldn’t wait for things to go back to normal. You were going a bit stir crazy and needed time to yourself. But alas the mommy role was a never ending one.

“I have snacks.” You smile, coming in with a tray of finger sandwiches you made and a bowl of chips. Oscar has been at it for the last hour with them and you figured they could use a break.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Give me.” Angel says and drop his crayons excitedly, Carlos and Anthony sighing in relief that you came to the rescue.

“Say please.” You remind as you set the items down

“Please mommy.” He says and holds his hand out

“Good boy.” You smile and pass him one of the smaller cut sandwiches, letting the boys eat while you go check on Alexander who sat in his pack n play in the living room.

“Hi fat boy.” You coo at him, making him giggle as he wobbles to pull him self up,”Do you want to come with mommy?” You ask, picking him up and giving him a kiss,”My happy baby, yes you are.”

“I will switch right now.” Oscar says from behind you,”I’ll take the baby, you take them.”

“Hmmm let me think.” You smile as you turn around, Alexander snuggling into you chest,”No.”

“Mami please.” Oscar begs,”I love our kids, but they are going to make me jump through the fucking window.”

“How do you think I feel? I’m here 24/7.” You say,”With ALL of them. At least I offered to watch the baby while you help them with their work.”

“Fine, but if I start yelling and shit starts getting thrown you can’t blame me.” He groans

“If you yell at any of my baby’s.” You start, setting Alex down on the floor to scoot around,”You’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight.” You finish, wrapping your arms around your grumpy husband,”So you better take a few deep breaths and remember that you asked for this life. You put those kids in my stomach so you can’t get frustrated with them when times are hard.”

Oscar sighs and looks up at the ceiling in thought before meeting your gaze,”I’ll try my hardest to not go crazy.”

“Good.” You smile and pucker your lips, Oscar rolling his eyes before pressing his own against them,”Love you, now get back in there.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too.” He mutters, turning around and heading back to the dining room. You can’t help but laugh as he sulks, sitting down on the floor with Alex while you pass the time by watching one of your shows.

~

“Mommy! I’m done with my work.” Angel says about half a hour later causing you to exit out of the program, no way you would be able to pay attention now.

“Oh yeah? Let me see.” You smile and take the page from him, the once white paper now filled with random color scribbles everywhere,”Good job baby, it’s so good. What color is this?” You ask him as you point to a green line that he drew.

“Um green. Like the grass.” He answers with a smile,”I’m a smart boy mommy.”

“The smartest.” You say and set the paper down on the coffee table, letting him sit across from you. Alexander sitting a few feet away while he plays with some toys.

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Can we go to the park?”

“No, you know we can’t Angel.” You sigh,”Why don’t we go play in the backyard?”

“Backyard is boring.” He says with a shake of his head,”I wanna go to the park. Park!” He yells his mood instantly changing as he grabs one of the toys that laid near him,”Park, park, park!” He repeats angrily as he cries, the toy flying across the room.

“Go to timeout, you don’t throw things.�� You say and stand up, grabbing his arm and helping him up to his feet, Angel trying to pull away with all his might,”Now.” You say more sternly

“Let me go.” He screams,”Play at the playground!”

“Angel, stop.” You sigh before your husband swoops in and picks the toddler up, holding him at arms length.

“A quien le gritas?” He asks,”Are you screaming at mommy? You are a kid and you do what she says, no questions. So go get in timeout now.” Oscar says as he sets him back down, his little feet taking off to the corner and facing the wall,”Stop crying, o te daré algo para que llores.” He warns, all noise ceasing from Angel.

“Thanks.” You say not meeting his gaze, you knew the kids needed discipline, but that was the area you failed in when it came to parenting. Oscar was usually the punisher which is why the kids never questioned his authority,”I feel like we’re all gonna snap any day now.” You admit, running your fingers through your hair messily.

“Yeah, but he still needs to listen and he can’t be popping off like that.” Oscar shrugs,”Even before all this lockdown bullshit started he always threw a fit when he couldn’t get his way. I’m tired of it, you need to stop babying him.”

“I don’t baby him.” You lie with a shake of your head. It was true, he was probably the one you babied the most out of all of the kids. Even when his brothers were his age you didn’t have to treat them like you do Angel.

“So you don’t carry him around on your hip all the time? You don’t let him sleep in our bed still? You don’t pick up every single thing after him? You don’t...” Oscar continues before you cut him off.

“Alright so maybe I do just a little.” You say, glancing back at him,”I don’t know why I do it, maybe it’s cause he has a different personality than the boys did. He lets me baby him. He can claim big boy status all he wants but he loves being my baby. I know I need to stop but it’s just so hard.” You groan, resting your head forward on Oscar’s chest, letting him embrace you.

“I like when you baby me too mami.” He chuckles softly,”But there has to be a limit.”

“You’re right.” You sigh and pull away,”Can I start tomorrow though? I just wanna cuddle him right now.” You admit, Oscar playfully rolling his eyes and not even bothering to respond before going back to the other kids.

You walk over to the sulking boy and pick him up,”I’m sorry mommy.” He sniffles and rest his head on your shoulder as you hold him,”I hate inside.”

“I know baby, me too.” You smile sadly and press a kiss to his forehead,”Are you going to be a good boy now?”

“Yes. No more timeout pwease.” He begs, even though he wasn’t even there for more than two minutes,”I’ll be a good, good, good boy.”

“Works for me...How about we build a fort? A huge one?” You ask him excitedly,”It’ll be so much fun.”

“Yeah!” He cheers,”Come on! We need to get blankies.”

“Go get the ones from my room, I’ll stay in here with Alex.”

“You got it.” He laughs before running down the hall and disappearing. You grin happily and go over to pick up the baby, heading to the dining room to ‘let school out.’

“Enough work, come help me and Angel build a fort.” You say, Anthony and Carlos darting up and racing to the living room,”You guys too.”

“Sure, why not?” Junior shrugs as he closes his laptop and goes to join his brothers.

“Come on.” You grin and hold your free hand out for your husband.

“I’m coming.” He reply’s, nonetheless taking your hand in his. The two of you joining the rest of the household for some quarantine fun.

~

“I know they are a lot to handle, but I think we would be bored if we didn’t have all of them in here with us.” You whisper to Oscar, all five of your kids spread out around you and fast asleep in the makeshift bed. After building the fort you guys spent the rest of the inside of it watching movies and eating junk food. Each kid falling asleep one by one until it was just the two of you awake.

“Yeah, I thought about that too.” He yawns,”We’re pretty lucky. Even luckier if you finally gave me my babygirl.”

“Stop.” You whine, Oscar bringing up this conversation at least twice a week,”We don’t need another kid. Are the five we have not enough?”

“They are enough, but I wouldn’t mind one more.” He chuckles

“That’s easy for you to say when you’re not the one carrying a whole human for nine months and then pushing said human out.” You remind him,”Besides what if it’s another boy? Are you still going to want to try again after?”

“If it’s a boy then it’s a boy.” He shrugs,”I know it’s going to be a girl though.”

“You said that about Alex.” You laugh,”And he’s most definitely not a girl.”

“Oh my god, just have another baby. Who cares?” Junior groans from somewhere in the fort,”I’m trying to sleep.”

“Aye, callate la boca.” Oscar says amusingly,”Don’t be listening to our conversation fool.”

“Kind of hard to do when your two feet away from me.” Junior retorts, turning on his side as he try’s to fall back asleep.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, but the answer is still going to be no.” You say to Oscar,”Now go to sleep, you have a class tomorrow morning Mr.Diaz.”

“Nah, I’m going to play hookie. One day isn’t going to kill them.” He chuckles,”Lets go for a drive or something, we don’t have to get out of the car. We could just drive along the beach.”

“That actually sounds fun. Let’s do it.” He agrees.

“Awesome.” You grin excitedly,”I cant wait, we all need to get out for a while.”

Oscar hums in response, lightly rubbing his eyes tiredly,”Night mi amor.” He says moments later

“Good night.” You reply, kissing his cheek before letting your eyes close. Angel’s foot digging into your back, but you didn’t care. You were too tired to move him. Each day since being in lockdown making you more and more exhausted, but it was okay. Being trapped in the house with the people you love most is way better than being stuck all alone.

[nereol]

I’ll Be Your Animal (8/8)

Final part of my Val / Emmerick short story!

You can read this on AO3 or on my WorldAnvil page (with pics, music and other stuff).

“So, how does this work?” Emmerick asks. “What?” Val looks at him, eyebrows slightly raised. “Being not your input.”

Maybe this chrome-guess-game-thing is something Val likes to do as foreplay... have to think about it.

The alarm rings. Val rolls over in her bed with a groan. It's early evening, she slept just a few hours. She yawns when she sits up in her bed and picks up her phone.

I've got a gig tonight, done 'round 6 am. Wanna drop by?

You even have to ask?

MB H10. We can grab some food at the entrance. Gimme a call when ya here.

Will do.

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She just came home from the gig. She takes out her phone. 5:45 am, he's off in 15 minutes.

Gig went well, I'm home. Waiting for you xoxo.

She puts her phone on her desk, checks her mails, nothing new. Weapons into storage, clothes off, radio on.

Just a quick shower to get rid of dust and dirt from the gig. The braids are new, so no hair wash. Nibbles is complaining in front of his bowl and Val feeds him before putting on clothes. She's looking around her apartment while she tucks her top into the hot pants and decides to tidy up a little.

Then Emmerick calls. “Hey.” Val smirks at him via the holo. “Hey. I'm here.” His voice is calm. Val slips into some sneakers. “I'll come pick ya up... go choose somethin' to eat.” She leaves her apartment. “I'm allowed to take the tab?” Emmerick smirks and Val chuckles. “This time, yeah.”

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The elevator reaches the first floor and Val looks around after leaving it. It's busy like always, typical for a megabuilding, regardless of the time of the day. But she finds Emmerick quickly, he's big enough to stick out while he's standing in front of a food stall, handing over some eddies.

She steps beside him. “Hey there, big boy.” He turns around with a slight smile. “Hey, gorgeous.” And leans down to kiss her. “Damn, I've missed ya.” He murmurs against her lips and Val chuckles. "How long since we' ve seen each other? Three days?" Well, last time she left him with a hard-on. He kisses her again. "Three days too many." The vendor puts a bag with their food on the counter and Emmerick takes it. “Come.” Val grabs his other hand with her smaller ones and leads him towards the elevator.

She doesn't let go of his hand at the elevator and he leans down to kiss her again. Bit greedier this time. Val pulls back with a chuckle. “Let's have some food first.” “I'd rather snack you.” Emmerick steals another kiss. She releases his hand and puts both of hers on his chest to hold him back. “I'm sure, you would.” She smirks. “But I'm starving. So let's save that for dessert.”

The elevator stops and Emmerick sighs. “Fine...” He eyes her while she leaves the elevator and looks at her butt for a moment, before he follows her through the seventh floor. “Oh, you have a gym...” He looks around slightly interested. She shrugs. “Well, I don't use it.” She nods towards the training bot. “I've trained a bit with that one.” “Yeah, I've seen you moves up close.” He looks down at her arms and remembers the Mantis Blade at his throat pretty well. She chuckles.

After entering her apartment Val slips out of her sneakers. “Make yourself at home.” She nods towards the couch. “If ya don't like the music just switch it...” Emmerick looks around a little, puts the food on the coffee table and takes off his shoes after he sits down. Val walks over to the storage room. “Beer, cola or...?” “Beer” Emmerick answers quickly.

Nibbles jumps from the bed, stills and looks at Emmerick skeptical. Emmerick looks at the cat, then at Val when she puts to bottles on the table. Then his gaze falls on her chest, where the outlines of her pierced nipples show through her tank top. She sits down besides him, one leg folded under the other. “Just ignore him, he's shy with new people.” Val leans forward to grab a noodle box and then back on the couch. Nibbles walks over to the bean bag besides the door.

They're eating without talking much. When Val's finished she takes a sip and leans back, beer bottle in her hand. “Hmm...” Emmerick looks at her questioningly after her hum. “You were with the Animals?” Val eyes him. He frowns a little. “Why do ya ask?” She shrugs and takes a sip. “Just curious.” “You heard rumors?” He gives her a suspicious look. “Nah...” Val shakes her head. “Just merc intuition.” She grins, puts the bottle away and moves closer to him.

“I've seen quite a few Animals now...” She studies his face. “With chrome in the same style.” Emmerick nods. “Yeah, you're right.” His voice is calm again. "But that's been a while... I'm not on Juice or other stuff anymore." "Good for ya." Val nods. “So, question. The chrome...” Val raises one hand to gently touch the cyberware at his jaw. “Is it 'cause nose and jaw are broken to many time, to fix it?” She lowers her hand. “... or is it precaution?” “Depends...” He looks in her eyes. “My nose was broken several times.” He shrugs. “But, yeah, it's more kinda precaution.” “I got my nose broken few weeks after I got back from Atlanta.” Val grimaces at the memory.

Emmerick puts his empty bottle away and Val stands up from the couch to sit down on his lap astride. His hands are on her naked thighs immediately. “Mhmm.” He hums with satisfaction. He studies her face. “But it's healed well...” He leans in. “Beautiful nose, like the rest of you.” His voice is low and husky and Val closes the space between them to kiss him. Sweet and tender.

She pulls back. “So, what else do ya got?” He looks at her questioningly. “Chrome.” She smirks and eyes him. “What about your merc intuition?” He grins a little. “Try an' guess.” “Hmm...” Val studies him. “I've seen a lot chrome collarbones and stuff, but obviously that's not a thing.” She leans down to kiss his neck and the edge of his collarbones. He lets out a little moan. Val pulls back, sits straight again. “Same goes for hands.” She looks down at his big hand on her thighs. “...'ganic.” He strokes up and down her legs and she feels warmth spreading out through her body.

“Arms an' elbows.” She looks at him, never seen him without jacket. “Makes sense... punchin' and...” “Right elbow.” He interrupts her and leans forward to pull off his jacket. She studies him closely, how his muscles tighten while he moves. Then he leans back at the couch again, in his tank top. Val takes one deep breath.

Yes, he's big and beefy. But not as extreme as she had seen other Animals. He has some older, smaller scars and also stretch marks. But nothing like torn skin or other skin change as effect of Juice and none intentionally created scars, like tiger stripes and what else the Animals do. Val's gaze trails over him. He smirks. “Like what ya see?”

As an answer she puts her hands on his shoulders, strokes down his biceps and up again to his chest along his neckline. While doing so she's leaning forward, kissing him, slowly but deep. He moans in her mouth and his hands are on her thighs again

“What about you?” He eyes her after they break the kiss. “Mantis Blades of course.” He takes her right hand is his and turns it with the palm upwards. “And coprosessor. But not much chrome to see on you.” “New tendons in heels and ankles.” She presses her legs a bit closer against him and he looks down. “Well made, your legs look 'ganic.” Then he looks into her eyes. “So you can jump extra high?” Val nods. “It's fun.” She smirks and Emmerick chuckles. A deep sound that tingles in her belly. And way deeper.

“Both knees.” Emmerick's talking about his own, but he strokes Vals knees, right and left from his body on the couch while speaking. “To much weight, to many squats." She nods. “People getting' new knees since 100 years or what...” She thinks for a moment. “My immune system's chipped. I'm resistant to almost any poison.” “Handy.” His voice is husky and his hands move up her legs to grab her butt firmly. Val lets out a low moan, takes a deep breath. “Optics, of course.” Emmerick nods while he kneads her butt. “Of course.” “But they resemble my natural eye color pretty well. Maybe a bit deeper green.” Her breathing is heavier now, her chest goes up and down.

"I've got a second heart.” He looks her in the eyes, hungry. She puts her hands on his hard chest, feels his muscles under his tank top. “My body couldn't handle that. To small, to weak.” “Oh, you're not weak.” He holds her butt tight. “You...” She lets out a small moans and he growls in satisfaction. “You know what I mean.” She looks him in the eyes. Then she grabs his top and pulls it up. He raises his arms and helps to pull it off. She eyes him, takes in every detail. She breathes heavily through her slightly opened mouth. “Damn...” Almost a growl and he puts his hands back at her butt. “Just you lookin' at me like that is enough to make me hard.” His voice is low and husky.

Val giggles softly. “So no second heart, just a blood pump and some vessels.” She looks deep into his eyes and takes off her top slowly. Emmerick's breath goes heavy while he watches her closely and his hands holding her ass tighter. She drops her top on the floor and leans forward to kiss him deep, roughly.

One of his hands is on her naked breast and while she leans closer she can feel him hard against her, right where she wants him, needs him. Val rolls her hips against him and he moans loud against her mouth. Then Emmerick graps her and stands up. She wraps her legs around him intuitively while he holds her and walks over to her bed.

---

They are lying next to each other, naked, sweaty, still breathless. Emmerick lies sideways leaning on his chrome elbow while two fingers of his other hand tenderly stroking up and down her naked body, giving her goosebumps. “Mhmm.” Val lies on her back, humming satisfied.

“So, how does this work?” he asks. “What?” Val looks at him, eyebrows slightly raised. “Being not your input.” Emmerick still strokes her. She giggles. “Hmm...” Val looks up at the ceiling and thinks about it.

“I've got a few friends and mates, we hang out, spend time together, do normal friend stuff, but...” “...with benefits.” he adds. She nods. “You could call it like that.”

Emmerick's fingers stroke up her belly and between her naked breasts. “I might need to remind myself that you're not mine sometimes... that I don't punch other men in the face for kissing you.” “Please don't hit non-men either.” Vals voice is calm. “Right...” He nods. “You're not straight.” “I don't care for sex or gender...” Silents. He still caresses her, his fingers draw along the lines of the ink on her chest.

“Not sure if I can do 'normal friend stuff' with you... I'm getting all hot every time I see ya.” Emmerick's voice is a bit husky again. Val chuckles and rolls over on her side to look at him. His fingers are on her side, sliding down her waist and hip. “We can let each other know... when we have time...” She eyes him, taking in the sight of him, naked. “And when we need each other.” She smirks at him.

“I think I wanna let ya know that I need you.” He leans above her. "Again." His hand, which had caressed her gently before, grabs her ass tightly. "Now." And Emmerick kisses her. Val giggles against his mouth and wraps her arm around his neck before she kisses him back.

[bullybyulyi]

all the time in the world for you

merry christmas moos! got this written just in time it seems ^^;

read on aff | ao3

In the 6th year since their debut, Yongsun gets caught in a dating scandal. Or, it’s not really a scandal, because Yongsun and the company very cleanly and softly deliver the news, but she’s an idol. Everything is a scandal.

Crushed, my heart is broken. Solar how could you ㅠㅠ

Why did this happen?? I am so sad ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Her reputation’s gonna die. Dating? Should know better. I give up.

I still love you Solar!!!

She had expected negative feedback, a lot of it, but there was less backlash than she had anticipated. Somehow, despite that, it still hurt. She was a human being, and almost 30 years old to boot. Shouldn’t she be allowed to love?

But she loved her fans dearly too. She loved the ones who understood, and she even still loved the ones who got angry, because she could understand, to some degree, the feeling of betrayal that comes simply from realizing that the people you idolize are human too.

She’s home alone and she reads the news, the comments, and she feels bad. And as always, like telepathy, Byulyi arrives and pretends to annoy her when Yongsun clearly knows she’s just trying to make her feel better.

When Yongsun takes a shower, Byulyi gives her a glamorous photoshoot afterwards. Soon enough she’s changing through different pajama sets and onesies and dancing like she’s the sexiest woman alive and Byulyi jumps around with the camera to get all her best and worst angles. She’s happy, and tired. Byulyi singing her praises fills her up with love and assurance. They throw all the comforters she has onto her queen bed and Byulyi fluffs them around her so much she feels like she’s sleeping on a cloud. That night, amidst the thousands of posts in mourning of Solar’s status as single, there’s an update in the fancafe. A simple picture of Solar in silk white pajamas, melting into her bed, face bare and hair tangled and just a hint of a smile.

A woman of many charms Solar-unnie who loves Moomoos dearly! Moomoos rest well tonight too, the sun is setting

(Posted without permission, ㅋㅋㅋ)

#1 Yong-fan MB

Before she falls asleep that night, Yongsun feels a kiss on her temple.

-

Seven months later, a month after their latest comeback, Solar ends up on the news again.

MAMAMOO Solar ends relationship after 7 months!

It happens because of Byulyi, of course. The news part, not the breakup.

They’re in her apartment, doing a VLive because it’s been a couple of weeks since they got to interact with the fans. They were randomly humming and reading comments when Byulyi suddenly turned to her and looked just a bit too smug.

“Unnie how’s your love life?”

Yongsun glares at her, tries really hard to make it look real, but Byulyi opens her eyes wide and innocent and she cracks.

It feels just like when she explained her Best Couple Award with Eric a few years ago. She’s happy it happened, but she doesn’t really think she should talk about it, especially to Moomoos. But as usual, Byulyi is tactless and blunt.

“It’s nice right? Being single.”

“Okay, Byul-ah. Whatever you want me to say, Byul-ah.”

But she giggles and leans her head on Byulyi’s shoulder anyway.

ㅋㅋㅋ forgot she even had a bf

Was the bf even real? ㅋㅋㅋ never saw him ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Moonbyul looks so happy <3

Solar please go out with me!!!

Did Moonbyul scare him away? Yongfan Byulie won’t have it

He was real. They didn’t break up because of Byulyi, and the thought of it makes her laugh. They had gotten together because he had understood. He understood she wasn’t just personality extremities packed into one, that flipped like the page of a book depending on what outfit she had on. She was multifaceted and human, just like anyone else. He saw that, and he dropped his ideals and his expectations and got to know her, and she really, really liked that. So, they dated.

If Yongsun could describe him in one word, it would be ‘compliant’.

There was once that she and Byulyi were taking a walk around their neighborhood. New lights had been strung about in preparation for the holidays and the twinkling canopy made their stroll a little bit magical. The lights had been out for a week already, but lately Byulyi had been busy working, trying to help produce an album. Yongsun wanted to see them with her first, so she waited.

The ran into him. Yongsun smiles, because they hadn’t met up in a while, only texting sweet nothings. Byulyi bows a little and greets him nicely. Yongsun goes for a hug and a kiss and they talk for a little bit before she realizes he wants to take this chance to spend time with her.

And she realizes she doesn’t really have the energy to be with him right then. She says something that’s subtly dismissive, and he smiles, because he understands, goes in for one last kiss (just on the cheek) and is on his way. Byulyi gives her a quick side-hug after he leaves, and they continue their walk undisturbed.

That’s when it starts for Yongsun. The realization that she doesn’t need him.

“Am I a bad girlfriend?”

“I don’t know Yeba, you’re not my girlfriend.”

Yongsun throws a pillow at her. “I’m being serious.”

Byulyi smiles and catches the pillow, because she saw it coming. “I am too. I don’t know if you’re a good girlfriend or not,” She reaches over and squishes Yongsun’s cheeks with both her hands. “But you’re a good person.”

Yongsun still looks unsure, so Byulyi pushes her cheeks around for extra measure and Yongsun lets her.

“You might even be the best person, unnie.”

The next day, she breaks up with him. He nods when she finishes talking, not like he’s sad, or conceding, but like he’s thanking her for her time. Yongsun looks into his eyes and sees that the more he understood who she really was, the more he probably realized they weren’t meant to be together. When they depart, he squeezes her hands (and his own are so much larger) and wishes her all the happiness in the world. She realizes she did love him, loved how he never pushed and loved him for the fact that he loved her too, despite the fact that they were never in love.

-

The first time Byulyi comes out with a relationship, they really can’t say they’re a girl group anymore. They haven’t technically disbanded, sure, but the last time they promoted as Mamamoo was a couple of years ago. They don’t really hit the news as hot topics, aside from when they release new music, or if Moonbyul and Solar star on yet another reality TV type of deal. They’re a duo that can’t be missed. Everyone knows, they’re just good together.

But when Byulyi’s relationship is revealed to the public it takes the industry by storm. She’s not the first to come out, but she’s the biggest name to do so. Legally it’s been okay for almost two years. Socially, things are still on the rocks.

It stresses her out so much, they break up a month later. The girl cries, and so does Byulyi. She spends the next few days at their company, and then Yongsun takes her home because she wrote six songs and they’re all sad and she hadn’t eaten in three days.

She wasn’t necessarily in love with the girl, but it was the first time in a long time that she let someone in like that, and in the end, she was the one to shove them back out into the cold. Byulyi thinks it proves her thoughts that she’s a bad person.

When Yongsun opens the door to her apartment, Daebakkie and Haengwoonie run circles around their ankles and jump up.

“I brought them over while you were gone.”

Byulyi kneels down to pet them and they stop jumping to lick at her palms. She can’t believe she left them while she was off being depressed on her own. It doesn’t make her feel better.

“Thank you, Yongsun-ah. I’m sorry you had to take care of them because of me.” Yongsun is quiet behind her. “I should have been better. They don’t deserve to be left alone.”

She feels arms slide around her sides and the gentle pressure of Yongsun leaning against her back.

“Byul,” She speaks softly. “You can’t be perfect. You can’t live your whole life without hurting others and being hurt. But you don’t have to punish yourself like this.” Yongsun slides one of her hands from Byulyi’s waist, to her hand that’s stroking Daebakkie’s fur. “And you don’t have to be alone.”

Byulyi turns to her then and Yongsun can tell she’s ready for a real hug. They lose their balance and fall back against the wall, but Yongsun pulls Byulyi into her lap and Byulyi lays her head on the older woman’s chest and they stay like that for a bit, Yongsun stroking Byulyi’s hair. Daebakkie and Haengwoonie snuggle themselves onto either side.

Byulyi stays with Yongsun, and after three months she cancels the lease on her own apartment. It’s a non-event, really. She’d told Yongsun she was going to save up and buy them a new TV, and Yongsun had jokingly asked her how she was going to do that when she was throwing money at an empty flat. Over the weekend they clear out her old place and donate away all the furniture what wouldn’t fit into Yongsun’s apartment. Their apartment.

-

At age 35, Byulyi officially claims that she’s off the market for dating. Really, she hasn’t seen anyone in over a year. But she makes the big sweeping statement to Yongsun one night when they’re doing a movie binge because Yongsun, yet again, got dumped.

“You know, I always thought Daeyoon was the best.” Yongsun sighs.

“But you still dumped him.”

“Exactly. But everyone since him, they hadn’t even understood me, or who I had to be. Maybe it’s unfair, but I can’t devote so much time to them like, I don’t know, other people can.” Yongsun doesn’t mention how she notices a pattern that they text her with anxious questions every time she’s with Byulyi, and how annoying it becomes. Every time it begins to fall apart she wonders why she started a relationship in the first place. But she’s 36, and she should be in a steady romance, even if she doesn’t feel like it.

Byulyi shifts so her body is facing Yongsun.

“Aren’t you tired of dating already? Yonghee-unnie’s got three kids now doesn’t she? I don’t think your parents are pestering you for children. There’s not anything pushing you to settle down.”

“What about you? Isn’t it weird that Seulgi has a son? Your younger sister got married and had a kid before you.” Yongsun huffs. “I feel like a relationship is the last thing I want, but shouldn’t I at least try?”

Byulyi shrugs. “My parents have stopped trying to tell me what to do. And I don’t know, I kind of realized I wasn’t really dating to make myself happy, I was just doing it because I thought I should be married by now, like a certain somebody,” She gives Yongsun a pointed look that the other woman pouts at. “Once I stopped trying to chase that idea…” Byulyi takes one of Yongsuns hands and lays it flat against her own. They look almost the same, except Yongsun’s palm is rounder.

“I don’t know. I’m happier now.” Byulyi interlaces their fingers and Yongsun feels something click. Like so many times, when their conversations become deep, Byulyi is right. Yongsun is happy now, happy in ways that she was always fighting to be when she was dating people. But right now, it’s effortless.

Yongsun hums in thought, but really she’s made up her mind, too, that she’ll stop looking around for something she doesn’t need. Everything that completes her, she already has. Her career, the people she loves

And Byulyi. 

[enkelimagnus]

Dressed to Kill - Doterina

Femslash February: Prompt 2 - Dressed to Kill

Catarina Loss loved Magnus a lot. She really did. He was a brother, and a friend. But right now, she could have used him as a babysitter. She could have used him replying to her texts. It wasn’t the time for him to be elusive, and she prayed he was actually busy, and not ignoring his phone, like he tended to do sometimes.

It was really not the best of days. It had all started with a missed morning alarm, and a rush through her apartment, magic working in sync, to get Madzie ready for school, and herself ready for work. And she had burned breakfast, having to summon a bowl of cereals from somewhere.

Madzie portalled into the tutor’s house, she had rushed to the hospital, portalling instead of using the subway. Catarina lived a very mundane life. It was easier for her to blend into the human population of the hospitals she worked at if she commuted like them.

Even after this… particular turn of her morning, she’d been in a good mood. She had a date. And not just any date. A date she’d been postponing for a good 400 years. A date with Dorothea Rollins, the one and only Salem witch that Catarina had known for all this time.

It was time to jump in those waters, they’d both decided. Well, Catarina had decided to ask her out, when Dorothea was still bedridden. Almost losing her at the hands of Jonathan Morgenstern, had been like a slap in the face.

It didn’t matter if Catarina was anxious about this, or if she was afraid of ruining their relationship. She just couldn’t live without knowing what it felt like to kiss Dot. They’d only kissed once before, and they were both drunk and high of their asses. Warlock parties were always wild, especially when you threw in Magnus Bane. Ragnor had always been less… touchy.

Now, they wanted to kiss sober. Or at least tipsy, because Catarina knew neither of them could go to a nice restaurant and come out of there completely sober. “Messy piles of alcoholics we are”, as Magnus always said.

So, even with the messy morning call, Catarina was still smiling. She was glowing, her colleagues said. The nurses always were surprised at how little exhaustion transpired on Cat’s face. She worked as hard as them, and yet never seemed to need quantities of caffeine to stay awake. Oh, the perks of magic.

It all went great. Until a patient puked on her. But that was usual, and she had magic to clean the mess off her scrubs. So technically, everything was okay, even if she needed a shower, until her babysitter texted, two hours before Catarina was supposed to drop Madzie at her place for the night.

That woman was nice, but today Catarina was swearing loudly when she thought about her. She obviously had no idea how hard it was for someone to find a babysitter. The list of criteria went on and on. Trustworthy, knowledgeable about warlocks and the Shadow World, someone who could manage a five-year-old warlock with a relatively good control over her magic (relatively being the important word).

Shadowhunters were absolutely out of the question.

Warlocks were old and very very busy. Incredibly busy.

Vampires were fine but cooking for a child wasn’t their forte. They were not necessarily bad cooks, but children were children, and Madzie’s palate was difficult.

Seelies weren’t trustworthy at all. Catarina would never even think about leaving Madzie with them. Alone. Besides, she didn’t know any Seelie enough for this.

The only option was hoping that Magnus would be available. Madzie adored both him and Alexander, his boyfriend, and the two men were always happy to keep her so Catarina could have some me-time. Or could go chasing skirts around the city night.

It took Magnus an hour to reply. An hour during which Catarina was pacing around, taking care of patients and checking her phone every ten seconds. She would have murdered him.

“Of course, dearest, drop her off whenever you want, we’re home. MB”

Oh. They were home. Catarina almost understood why it’d taken so much time to reply. She rolled her eyes and texted back to thank him, and went back to her last patient of the day.

She decided to portal back home, just in time for Madzie’s own portal, and informed the girl of the change of plans. If the wide grin was any indication, there wasn’t much annoyance from Madzie.

Catarina was very very glad about that. She disappeared into her bedroom after taking care of Madzie, quickly showering. Now was the hard part. The outfit. She had clothes from hundreds of years laid out on her bed. And though they’d met in the 17th century and Dot had appreciated her style then… She didn’t know if the dresses and crinolines would be appropriate for a 21st century bistro.

She decided on a black pant suit, flowy enough but tight enough to show her shape, and a pair of high heels that she grabbed out of the pile on the floor of her closet.  She slipped the ensemble on over matching underwear. She was going in for the kill, of course. And she knew a bit of what Dot liked in women.

The cleavage was low, but still classy, and she wore her hair in the braids they’d been in for the entire day. It kept her hair out of the way, and that was always her go-to. Slicked back hair or easy braids.

She reached for a purse and a jacket and walked out. Madzie was ready, her stuffed dolphin in her overnight bag. Catarina checked for tooth brush and pjs, and everything was there.

“You love going to Uncle Magnus and Alec’s house, don’t you?” She chuckled at the girl’s shrug. God, she was relieved that she could go to her date, and not worry. Madzie would have fun, and everything would be perfect.

She checked for her credit card and her red lipstick, and opened the portal. She would be right on time.

Magnus was waiting on the other side of the portal with a big smile and arms ready to lift up his niece and twirl her around. He did just that, before she ran to say hi to Alec and the cat, who didn’t have time to escape before her little hands attacked his fur.

The warlock looked at his friend with a knowing smile. “So, Dot and you are finally going out?” He asked teasingly, a glint in his eyes that she knew all too well.

“I guess we are. Thank you for the last minute babysitting.”

He shrugged. “Anything for you.I wouldn’t want to come in the way of a night ou and Dot definitely deserve after everything you’ve been through. And I’m sure Ragnor would agree with me.” His voice softened when he mentioned their late friend. It was strange without him.

“He would, would he?” She chuckled and waved at Alec, who was now carrying Madzie to the kitchen. The Shadowhunter greeted her back with a wide smile. Catarina had learned to trust him over the last few months. He was a good man, and he made Magnus happy.

“In any case, you’re dressed to kill, tonight, darling. Be careful not to give our dear Dorothea a heart attack.”

They both laughed and Catarina nodded. “Good thing I’m a nurse, then.”

Magnus stepped closer and hugged his friend tightly. “I’m happy for you two. I really am. And you’re going to have an amazing night.” He said softly as he pulled back. “Now go get your girlfriend. And if you need us to keep Madzie for the weekend… we can.” He winked.

Catarina rolled her eyes at him, and opened the portal. She knew what the younger warlock meant. Well, she’d see.

She appeared in an alley not far from the restaurant they’d chosen, and walked there, checking her lipstick in the camera of her phone. She looked good. She always did, and she knew that, but tonight was important. She pulled on the door, and walked into the dimly lit restaurant.

It had a vintage feel that both warlocks enjoyed, and served great quality classic food.

And here she was. Sitting at a table, toying with her glass of wine. Dorothea Rollins. She was wearing thigh-high grey suede boots and a rather short flowery dressed, that looked like Catarina could take it off simply by pulling on the belt. God she was beautiful. Cat walked closer and Dot stood up as she noticed her.

“Hey.” She grinned, stepping towards her and hugging her. Both women were now grinning from ear to ear, and blushing a little too. Catarina was going to pull back to sit down and get her hands on some - well-needed after this eventful day - alcohol, but Dot reached for her face and cupped her cheek, and the woman melted.

“May I?”

Catarina nodded in answer and Dot leaned closer. She kissed her softly but firmly, and the world and the restaurant disappeared entirely. There was just… her lips, and they were the only thing that mattered right now.

Dot pulled back. “I know it’s not customary for a first date but… I just couldn't wait.” Catarina didn’t reply, just pulled her closer and kissed her again.

It was over way too soon after, and both ended up sitting down, holding hands, and talking. It was natural, and they slid into this soft intimacy without even thinking about it. Dressed to kill… more like dressed to kiss.

[ltoliviabenson]

Superfriends Karaoke

Prompt: I have a prompt, and it tangentially ties into Melissa Benoist’s previous role on glee. There’s a karaoke night, and Kara goes up to sing. Supercorp is established, and here’s MB singing on glee for reference. https://youtu.be/wY5PpDfsMko

As always feel free to send me prompts for basically any ship in the super flarrowverse

Chapter Text:

Kara and Lena took off their coats as they walked into the Alien bar. It was an unusually stormy Friday night, and they had to shake out their bodies like a dog. By the time they were done their hair was only slightly damp as the remaining water ran off and onto the floor of the bar. It settled in a puddle mixed with whatever alcohol had been most recently spilled. What they expected was a quiet evening with their friends, hanging out and having a laugh. What they were met with however, was a huge crowd of people, a stage, and what seemed to be a karaoke machine blasting music.

Even more surprising was that James and Maggie were not only on stage singing, but on stage singing well. Or as well as they could be through their constant laughter. They were laughing hard as they sang Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee. Somehow they managed to both serenade each other and serenaded Alex and Lucy. The two of them were attempting to hide behind their whiskey glasses while their faces turned red and flushed, which had nothing to do with the alcohol.

James and Maggie had finished their performance just as Lena and Kara settled into their seats between Lucy and Winn. Lena had been sitting for maybe two seconds before Winn turned to her with excitement spread across his face. He started asking her all about L Corp’s latest project, and Lena just smiled and indulged him with what they were working on. He was so earnestly excited about her work, and she loved talking to people who had the kind of mind to appreciate it. Most of her days were spent trying to convince old white men that her ideas were worth the time, beyond what they could do for their bottom line.

“Okay, okay!” M’gann got everyone’s attention. She was somehow roped into being the MC for tonight’s event, and she was regretting agreeing to it. If it hadn’t been for Maggie and James and a couple others the night would have been a total bust. However, as the alcohol continues to flow, everyone’s inhibitions will be lowered. That’s how when M’gann asked “Okay who’s next?” a drunk frat boy found himself stumbling up to the stage. He looked through the list of songs and decided on Tainted Love by Marilyn Manson. As the song started to play Alex went pale and Kara started squealing.

“Alex! Do you hear what song it is!” Kara was practically bouncing in her seat while Alex looked like she wanted her seat to swallow her whole.

“Babe,” Maggie nudged her, “why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” Maggie snickered and turned to Kara when she wasn’t getting an answer from Alex. “What’s special about this song?”

“When Alex was 19, we went down to Hollywood on vacation. While we were there Marilyn Manson was shooting a music video. At the time Alex was still a huge Manson fan, although I think she still is.” Kara looked almost giddy, and the rest of the super friends couldn’t wait to find out why. “Anyways, so we are walking around and happen to stumble across where he’s shooting the video. So we wait around to see if he’s going to come by. Long story short,” Kara actually squealed, “He took one look at Alex and pulled her into the music video!”

A round of ‘Oh my god’ a few gasps and Maggie’s jaw dropping happened before Kara pulled up the video so that they all could watch. And there was Alex, in a bikini, in a hot tub, with Marilyn Manson. Alex just groaned and hit her head on the table a few times, before Maggie stopped her.

“Damn babe,” Maggie just chuckled not even trying to stop her laughter, but also trying to convey that she was mildly turned on by Alex’s little display. Soon after the drunken frat boy finished the song and stumbled back to his friends who were all whooping.

“So let’s never speak of this again,” Alex specifically glares at Winn, “to anyone.” He just holds up his hands in surrender while everyone else laughs.

Maggie then takes a look around at her friends and eyes them intently. She shifts a bit from her spot on Alex’s lap to take a better look, trying to decide who the next victim will be. Alex has been embarrassed enough so there is no way Maggie is going to make her sing. Lena, Lucy, and Winn look pointedly away when Maggie looks over to them, while Kara and James are lost in their own conversation.

“Sooo, who’s up next? Me and James have already gone. Lucy?”

Lucy shakes her head quickly, “no, no, I’m good. I’m a much better dancer than I am a singer anyways.”

“So! Just get up there and bust a leg!” Maggie exclaimed in drunken excitement.

“Ya luce, why not? It could be fun. You used to love to sing when you danced.” James shrugged from his place next to her. Kara and him finished their conversation and decided to rejoin the group conversation much to Lucy’s annoyance. She just turns to him with a glare, because the last thing she wants to do is get up half drunk and start singing in front of strangers and their friends. As James opened his mouth to quickly defend his comment or attempt to dig himself out of the hole he had begun, Lucy gets a wicked look on her face and licks her bottom lip.

“You know what would be even more fun than drunkenly singing in front of our friends and all these strangers.” Lucy says in a seductive tone and leans in and continues in a whisper. “Giving you a private dance show at home. Don’t worry clothes are optional.” She leans in to give him an innocent seeming kiss. An awkward sounding cough sounds next to them breaking them from the trance they had been in. They turn to find a very red Kara and a smirking Lena next to them; the former avoiding eye contact at all cost.

“Um… guys, super hearing… I have it.” Her face starts to lose its crimson shade as Lena traces patterns on her lower back. Mostly kryptonian symbols that Kara has started to teach her. When Kara is almost back to a normal shade Maggie decides to speak up again.

“So Lucy is out,” Maggie glances at her and James, “and seemingly occupied. Why don’t you get up there Kara?” Those words Kara’s body to stutter. Which is something she wasn’t aware a body could do, but that would be the only way to describe what she did; stutter. Lena’s hand stalls in its place on her lower back. “I know for a fact that you can sing along to every song on the radio, and a fast little red bird told me that you’re a pretty amazing singer on your own.”

“You can sing?” Lena asks questioningly while Kara gives her a sheepish smile.

“Oh she has an amazing voice.” “Oh ya” Winn and Alex supply when it seems Kara isn’t going to answer. Kara looks over at Alex with what Alex assumes was supposed to be a glare. In response she just lifts an eyebrow that basically says, ‘you told my secret, now here’s my revenge’.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lena asks tilting her head in question as Kara bites her lower lip and just shrugs awkwardly.

“I can’t believe you’ve never heard her sing Lena!” Maggie starts to get really excited again and Alex gives her a look somewhere between ‘how much have you had to drink’ and ‘god you’re adorable like this’. “Oh! I know the perfect song for you!” Maggie quickly jumps off Alex’s lap, practically knocking her over as she does it, and runs up to find the song.

Kara blushes at Maggie’s enthusiasm. In truth Kara hasn’t sung, in real life, in a very long time. The thought of doing it now in front of strangers and more importantly in front of Lena makes her a bit nervous. Something Lena has easily picked up on.

Lena kisses Kara’s temple and nudges her with her nose, “you don’t have to sing if you don’t want to darling. No one will be mad if you don’t want to get up there.” Kara leans into her touch feeling grounded by her presence. It’s true no one would be mad, but Kara can tell Lena really wants to hear her sing. In the end, it’s a toss up whether it was her love for Lena that convinced her or the little bit of liquid courage she got from the Alien rum, but she gave Lena a quick kiss and strode up to the stage with as much confidence as she could muster. Maggie was still there setting up the music when Kara got there. She grabbed the mic and prayed to Rao that Maggie at least picked a song she knew. Maggie quickly finished setting it up and hurried back to her Alex shaped seat.

Kara took a few deep breaths just as the start of the song began. After a few beats she could tell exactly what song it was and smiled towards Maggie. She chose well. Just as the lyrics started Kara closed her eyes, some of her courage fading now that the moment was here.

“We clawed, we chained, our hearts in vain, We jumped, never asking why”

“We kissed, I fell under your spell, A love no one could deny”

She took a deep breath before the start of the corus and looked up to find the entire bar staring at her with awe in their eyes. Normally that kind of attention would cause Kara Danvers to blush, but when she sang she was at her heart just Kara Zor-El. Lost girl from Krypton, looking for a love she will never let go of.

“Don’t you ever say I just walked away, I will always want you”

“I can’t live a lie, running for my life.”

She looks straight into Lena’s green eyes, trying to convey all the love she can as she sings the next line.

“I will always want you”

Lena smiles up at her with pure love and awe written on her face, which causes Kara’s smile to go from bright to megawatt shine.

“I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was break me Yeah, you wreck me”

***

By the time she finished the song the entire bar was silent. Everyone had a look of pure awe on their speechless faces. The drunken frat boy from before was the first to start clapping and quickly the entire bar filled with applause. That caused Kara to blush and scurry off the stage towards her friends. When she settled in her seat she turned towards Lena to gauge her reaction. At this point everyone else in the bar had gone back to normal, but Lena still looked at her with wonder.

“So?” Kara asked a little nervous. Lena just shook her head, at a complete loss for words. When they said she could sing, that voice and power was not what Lena had been expecting. She had no words to describe how she felt so instead she grabbed Kara and pulled her in for a bruising kiss. Pouring all of her love into it. When she pulled back she whispered,

“I will always love you Kara Zor-El, always.”