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Alt Assistant Pt 7 (finale)
Kara reflexively keeps her distance from Lena, for all of two days, until she realizes that while respecting Lena's boundaries is important, she does not have to respect any boundary set by Lex.
She comes to this conclusion late Sunday night, and makes a point to be in the office early to make her point. She's lucky Lena's already there, plugging miserably away at a spreadsheet R&D had sent to her the Friday before. Kara plunks down her boss's coffee of the desk, nearly sloshing it, and scowls when Lena turns her gaze up at her.
"You don't have to do everything your brother tells you," she says, far more scathingly than she intends. It backfires when Lena interprets her tone as petulance.
"I hardly think two days without sex warrants a tantrum Miss Danvers," she responds coolly. Her gaze returns to her computer. "Nor do our trysts qualify you to pass judgement on my relationship with my brother."
"I know you better than you think," Kara snaps. "And living under Lex's thumb isn't a good look on you."
At that, Lena's gaze snaps back up with razor sharp precision, skewering Kara to the spot. Her jaw tightens. "My respect for my brother--"
"Isn't respect!" Kara bites back. She knows she skirts the limits of Lena's goodwill, but she can't help the anger and resentment that bubbles up. "It's control, and you know it."
At that, Lena's scowl deepens, but her focus skitters away, proving the veracity of Kara's accusation.
"You are your own person," Kara pushes. "And you're capable of making your own decisions."
Lena's moment of concession evaporates with a scowl. "Get out."
It's enough to make Kara see red, but she manages to keep her temper in check.
"Fine," she clips out. She turns on her heel and marches towards the door, only to pause with her fingers wrapped in a fist around the handle. "And maybe you should think why Lex has such a problem with you being fucking happy for once."
With that, she yanks the door open and all but slams it shut behind her when she leaves.
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Prepping a charity gala isn't easy-- or fun-- when they can hardly stand to be in the same room together without snapping. It involves a lot of "fines"s and "just get it done"s and "yes, miss luthor"s, but it eventually culminates in a lavish, extravagant affair that the guests seem to enjoy.
Kara hovers in her floor length gown that snugs in all the right places, yet leaves her arms bare to give her room to actually work during set up, and now cools her down as she takes a moment to breathe.
She knows Lena is here, by way of a curt text received an hour ago, but has yet to actually see her in the throng of well-dressed patrons. She does see Lex though, who somehow manages to look smug even as he glowers at her. It's nearly halfway through the night when Kara finally catches a glimpse of her boss.
Her mouth promptly goes dry.
Lena's dressed in a black chiffon dress that hugs her hips. When she turns, Kara sees the thin straps that leave the ivory skin of her back largely bare-- and the long silver chain that dangles against Lena's spine.
The vision is so distracting that it takes Kara a long moment to notice that Lena had turned towards a tug on her wrist, and that it was Lex who now gripped it tightly.
Kara watches their heated exchange of hissed words until Lena finally wrenches her wrist free of her brother's grasp. Lex's features darken as he issues what can only be a final warning before taking his leave. Lena watches him go for a long moment before finally turning.
Their eyes lock.
In that moment, Lena is laid bare-- Kara can see the shock of their unexpected connection (Lena has been avoiding her), and registers the brief up-and-down of Lena's gaze as she's scanned by wide green eyes. Then, Kara sees that dreaded word again: don't.
Only this time it's not directed at Kara, but rather inward, a silent scold towards Lena herself, combating the flush of desire written clear across Lena's cheeks. But then, almost as soon as it appears, it's eclipsed by a sudden hardening of Lena's gaze, now resolute as Lena comes to a conclusion known only to her.
Kara stares as Lena marches towards her, determined and unflinching. She barely has the time to grin before her arms are full of Lena, and warm hands sandwich her face fiercely as she's kissed long and deep.
When Lena comes up for air, breathless words come tumbling out.
"You're fired," she says. Their foreheads rest together, and Lena's hands have yet to move from where her thumbs rub gently against Kara's cheeks.
Now, Kara does grin.
"About time," she growls, and pulls Lena into another searing kiss. Kara senses the eyes on them, but doesn't bother to look to see if Lex's is among them.
Screw them, Kara thinks, savoring the taste of Lena's lips and the glide of their tongues together.
Screw them all.
#supercorp#alt Assistant au#I have few snippets I'll also add#but this is the main plot#hope you enjoyed!#lemme know what you think!#pls and thank you
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dreams | rhett abbott x reader
summary: rhett asks if reader ever wants to move out of their apartment, and before either of them know it, they’re planning out a future together.
word count: ~1.4k
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, my usual in depth cuddle descriptions because i am not normal, rhett getting to feel loved uwu, rhett being romantic because he IS i just know
a/n: this was completely unplanned, i was just yearning so hard an entire fic fell out
You’re curled up against Rhett’s chest, his cheek resting against the top of your head as he idly trails his fingers up and down the length of your spine.
“You ever think about leaving this place?” he asks.
“Wabang?”
“No.” A chuckle. “Well, yeah. But I just meant the apartment.” You hum in understanding, fingertips idly dancing along his side.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind living in a bigger place. Maybe a house someday.”
“Any chance I’m in that house with you?”
“Of course you are. There’s a little spot for you to curl up at the foot of my bed and everything.” Laughter rumbles in his chest and he leans down to nip harmlessly at the shell of your ear.
“Mean.”
You giggle and hide your face against his chest. He can feel you smiling against his skin. Despite your transgression, Rhett reaches up to play with your hair and you let out a contented sigh.
“There’s no house without you in it,” you say after a moment. It catches him a little off guard. Sure, he likes to think he plays a part in your fantasies about the future, but it’s something else to hear that he’s a fixture in them. Something clenches near his heart–– a beautiful ache that comes from a missing piece sliding home.
“Tell me more about it?” he asks, feeling suddenly a little vulnerable. You nose affectionately at his chest and pull him a little closer
“It’s got a lot of light. It’s big, but not too big, like, you can’t get lost in it. We wouldn’t need that kind of space. Mostly it just feels open and bright, you know? Lots of sun. Our bedroom has its own bathroom so I can listen to you sing to yourself in the shower.” Rhett lets out a quiet snort.
“Thought you did that anyway.”
“Yeah but now I can do it lying down. It’s a game changer.”
You’re funny, Rhett thinks. People don’t notice that enough. “Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…” Your head bobs a little with his gentle laughter.
“Go on.”
“We have a big ol’ bathtub–– one where we both fit.”
“Sexy.” He can’t help himself. You pinch his side, but he can still feel you smiling..
“We have a big yard. Maybe even big enough to keep horses, if you wanted.”
“What about a dog?”
“Well we’d have to get two, so they can have a friend.”
“Agreed.”
“What about you? What are you adding?” Rhett thinks for a moment.
“Nice deck. Rocking chairs or a porch swing so we can sit out and watch the stars at night.” You let out a happy little sound, and he can tell you’re picturing it. “Lots of blankets out there. You can get nice n’ cozy and I’ll bring us out hot toddies.” Rhett knows he’s not playing exactly by the rules of the game, but he’s starting to get lost in the idea of a future with you–– one that you seem to already be counting on. “The dogs like to sit by our feet. At least one of ‘em’s too big to sit in your lap, but you let ‘em anyway because you’re soft on ‘em.” He smiles. “Guess I probably am, too.”
You’ve always loved Rhett’s voice. It’s sexy as hell, sure, but it’s also unbelievably calming. Paired with his arms wrapped around you, it’s positively lethal. But he’s so wrapped up in the fantasy you two are creating, he doesn’t notice the way your breathing evens out or your grip on his waist starts to slacken.
“Once it gets too cold we head inside and you tell me just to leave the mugs in the sink because you don’t wanna go up to the bedroom by yourself even if it’s just for a few minutes. Our bedroom is big, but it’s cozy. You picked out most of the furniture but you always tell everyone I helped. I built our bed frame, though. You like to brag about that.” He knows he’s right because you still tell everyone you know about the end table he made for your living room last year. When he starts speaking again, he hardly realizes what he’s saying. It just starts to flow out of him.
“I ask you to marry me in that bed. I got a ring and a proposal all planned out but you have to go and look so beautiful one night that my plans go right out the window. I take you out for a walk like I was going to, though, and get down on one knee. You don’t even let me get up, you practically tackle me to the ground saying yes again. Maybe we get married out in the yard or we find some place pretty to go. But I think the ceremony happens outside; that feels right. We make Amy the flower girl even if she’s not a kid anymore. I’m crying the whole damn time and I don’t care who sees. You hold my hand even if we’re not supposed to.” He isn’t sure if that’s a rule–– he thinks maybe it isn’t–– but he knows you’d break it if there was one.
“I know we haven’t talked about kids, but…” Finally Rhett catches himself. “Well, I guess I’m getting a little carried away, there, huh?” For the first time in several minutes, he realizes you haven’t said a word. He nudges his nose against the crown of your head. “Sweetheart?” You shift a little bit, saying nothing. Rhett can’t help but laugh when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. He leans back just enough to drag his thumb gently underneath your eye. “Sweetheart,” he tries again, a little louder.
“Mmm?” The sheets rustle as you start to wake, the sounds of a slow inhale as it fills your lungs. “Rhett?”
“Hey, sleepyhead,” and he thinks that maybe he’s never loved you so much as he does now. It’s not the first time he’s felt it–– he falls more in love with you every damn day. But his chest is full of something honey-thick, and warm. Your groggy expression is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. “Think you fell asleep.” You blink some of the sleep from your eyes.
“Oh fuck!” you swear through a yawn. Your eyes seem bigger than ever when you peer up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just you were playing with my hair and your voice is so soothing and––”
“It’s okay,” he says softly, “it was kinda cute.”
“No, but I wanna hear what you were saying!”
“You’re tired, honey. Let’s go to sleep and I’ll tell you in the morning.”
“No,” you say, wiggling out of his embrace and sitting up. “I wanna hear everything. No details skipped.” Rhett only smiles up at you, expression growing mischievous, lips sealed tight.
“Here,” you say, oblivious to the fact that he’d do anything you asked. “You can put your head in my lap. I’ll play with your hair. But you have to tell me everything I missed.” He chuckles and tucks his head against your thigh. His eyes flutter shut and a happy sigh leaves him as you begin to card your fingers through his hair.
“Where’d I lose you?”
“I let the big dogs sit on my lap.” He grins up at you, eyes peeking open.
“Oh good, so you missed the proposal.” You freeze.
“The what?”
“You heard me.” And the smug bastard has the nerve to shut his eyes again, settling back into your lap.
“Rhett Abbott, you open your eyes right now.”
“Hmm… nope.” You tug at his hair but he just lets out a contented groan. He can’t see you glaring at him, and it’s hard to keep it up when your heart is threatening to melt down into nothing and kill you. You think that maybe you’ve never loved Rhett as much as you do in this very moment.
“Did you mean it?” you ask, voice suddenly small. Rhett opens his eyes, expression serious now.
“Yeah, I did.”
“And you’re not even gonna tell me?” you cry. He smiles and turns his head to press a kiss against your tummy.
“I’ll tell you everything else. I promise. But some things ought to be a surprise, don’t you think?” You let out a huff, but it’s all fondness.
“Okay, so I’m a pushover with the dogs, and?”
“You leave the mugs in the sink overnight because you can’t stand to be without me, even for a second.” You give him a look, but you know it’s true.
Luckily, if everything goes to plan, you won’t have to.
#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott imagine#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x you#outer range imagine#lewis pullman x reader#nobody perceive me#pls and thank you
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Mentally, I'm still here
#insomniac spider man#insomniac spider man spoilers#peter parker#harry osborn#parksborn#also someone needs to make a compilation of peter saying “harry”#pls and thank you
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endless alba 21/∞
#alba baptista#warrior nun#avatrice#albabaptistaedit#avatriceedit#ava silva#i have run out of words#there are no words left#her face is just....#i need her face in every movie and show i watch#pls and thank you#myedits
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Who knew all it took to get me out of my drawing slump was a glowing lizard
A sort-of screenshot redraw of this bit in the trailer:
#qualxon art#art#digital art#fanart#godzilla fanart#godzilla#godzilla x kong: the new empire#this film looks like it's gonna be real silly and I'm here for it#like yes pls give me kong throwing hands using a robotic arm brace and Godzilla sprinting like a madman#pls and thank you
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lewis' instagram story 03.09.23
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Case Closed
Resting your favorite author’s latest murder mystery across your lap, you turn to the pristinely crisp sheets on your husband’s side of the bed with a frown. It’s nearly midnight, your bedroom illuminated only by the soft glow of your reading lamp and the sliver of moonlight peeking through the closed curtains, but Jethro has yet to come to bed. Grumbling at the idea of having to crawl out of your blanket cocoon, you slip out from under the covers and tug an old USMC hoodie over your head before padding downstairs to the basement door.
You can hear the telltale scraping of sander against wood growing louder as you approach, interrupted every so often by a frustrated grunt and the dull thud of ceramic being replaced on Jethro’s work table. He glances up from his cathartic movements as you descend the steps, the corners of his mouth quirking up in an apologetic smile.
Stopping on the bottom step and leaning against the wall with your arms tucked into the long sleeves of his hoodie, you offer, “There are other ways to work out your frustrations over a case, y’know.”
He raises an eyebrow at you over the lip of his mug, emboldening you to continue. You take delicate steps toward him and wrap your arms around his waist, peeking up at him through your lashes as he places his bourbon aside and focuses his full attention on you. Slipping your hands under the soft fabric of his t-shirt, you let your fingers trail random patterns along his muscular back and nuzzle your nose against his chest. “Come to bed and I’ll show you.”
“Tempting. But I can’t, sweetheart,” he murmurs against the crown of your head, eyes closing as he presses a gentle kiss to your hair and takes in your familiar scent.
“You’re supposed to turn Special Agent off and Husband on when you walk through the front door.”
“And you’re supposed to help me talk through my cases. Where’s my epiphany, hm?”
You let out a soft laugh, replacing the pads of your fingers with your nails along his back. “I can’t give you all the answers, old man. You’ll lose your touch.” After peppering his handsome face with kisses and earning yourself a dazzling smile, you reluctantly untangle yourself from his body and start making your way back to your room. “You’d better join me in bed before two, Gunny, otherwise you’re in trouble!”
You can hear the grin in his voice as it floats upstairs to you, the rich baritone making your heart race even after all these years. “Yes, ma’am!”
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Your internal body clock has you blinking awake in the still-dark room, a quick glance at the side table revealing it’s just shy of five in the morning. Sighing softly, you preemptively turn the alarm off and snuggle deeper into your husband’s body, determined to steal a few precious moments before his daytime lover NCIS takes him away. His arms tighten around you instinctively, enveloping you completely and wholly in his smell, his strength, his security. You let your fingers drift lazily along the sharp planes of his jawline, marveling in his beauty and appreciating how peaceful he looks while sleeping. It’s rare to see your husband’s features relaxed, his undying love of country and pursuit of justice evident in the weathered lines etched along his skin telling the stories of his life.
You’re suddenly overcome with emotion as you observe him in the early morning light, and you want- no, need to be as physically close to him as possible. You press a soft kiss to his jaw, working your way up before capturing his lips with your own, hooking your leg over his hip and drawing his bottom lip gently between your teeth. He emits a soft groan and stirs against you, your body reacting instantly and growing warm with desire. You press yourself closer, rutting your hips against his and whimpering with pleasure when you feel his response hardening against you, a dull throb now beating between your thighs.
Gingerly removing yourself from his hold, you sit up on your knees and press open-mouthed kisses across his chest and down the soft skin of his abdomen. He mumbles something unintelligible in his sleep-addled state, and you pause your ministrations until he settles on his back with a sigh, left arm instinctually sliding under your pillow to support where your head would normally be.
You can’t help but smile at the sight, leaning forward to kiss him again, trying to convey just how much you love him. “I know you’re awake,” you mutter against his lips.
You feel his mouth turn up in a smile and he mumbles back, “‘m clearly asleep.”
“Clearly,” you laugh softly and lovingly pat his bare chest.
He hums contentedly and you settle back in your spot between his legs, running your nails down the length of his torso before tucking your fingers into the band of his boxers and tugging them down. Swiping your tongue over the tip of his cock, you grin wickedly and tease, “Still sleeping?”
He groans softly as you lick a stripe up his length, the sound morphing into a strained, “Mhm.”
You dare to glance up and catch his icy gaze trained on you, tongue darting out to lick his lips before his head falls back against the pillow. The sight turns you on to no end and you hollow your cheeks to take him fully in your mouth now, your hand coming up to stroke the base of his rigid cock. Your name falls from between his lips in a sigh and it only serves to spur you on, your hand twisting up and down his length as you lick and suck at his most sensitive spots. After years of loving this man, you’re fine tuned to his every movement. You know when to slow down, speed up, work him harder, softer, how to draw out his pleasure or take him mercifully over the edge.
“God, I love how you taste,” you all but whimper, a mere puppet to your desire and devotion.
He groans, low and guttural and deliciously deep, the sound eliciting a moan from you as you lower your head until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. That sensation is the final push for him, his strong fingers tangling in your hair as he holds you against his body, giving you exactly what you crave.
You gently ease back, making sure he has a clear view of you drawing every last drop between your sinful lips as you smile. “Good morning.”
“What-” He leans up on his elbows, fixing you with a gorgeous smile of his own as he catches his breath, “was that for?”
You jut your lip out in an exaggerated pout, adjusting his boxers back in place before cuddling up to him once more. “What, you didn’t appreciate it?”
“No, no, I very much did,” he’s quick to assure you, kissing you soundly until you’re whimpering into his mouth. “But I left you hanging last night and this is how you wake me up?”
“Well…” You run your nails over his bristling stubble and steal another kiss, smiling up at him cheekily. “You needed an epiphany.”
#jethro gibbs#leroy jethro gibbs#jethro gibbs x y/n#jethro gibbs x you#jethro gibbs x reader#jethro gibbs imagine#jethro gibbs smut#leroy jethro gibbs x y/n#leroy jethro gibbs x you#leroy jethro gibbs x reader#leroy jethro gibbs imagine#leroy jethro gibbs smut#ncis imagine#why can’t I wake up like this#pls and thank you#sorry i haven’t posted in a while
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don’t mind me, I’m just over here being ✨touch starved✨
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stg I deserve to be dicked down to the point of tears with how chaotic work has been lately lmao
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so where are all the wob blogs on tumblr?
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I've watched so many Thai BLs over the past couple of years and love so many of the relationships presented both in ~real world situations where being LGBT+ is part of the main plot and where there's the traditional Korean BL bubble of "No homophobia here never:) but also we don't kiss with tongue".
And I do love me a good Japanese or Korean BL (I'm getting ready to start Kisaki for Ai Di specifically, but I'm not too well versed in Taiwanese BL YET. Give me time) but something I find so interesting about the Thai BLs is the pronouns.
All Asian languages I've seen (forgive me if I over-generalized a specific language, I'm just speaking towards the BL focused view I've seen) have older/younger/same age pronouns, and it also usually is divided by gender. I.e: A younger girl in Korea refers to older girls as unnie, but younger boys would call her noona, etc. And all the Chinese pronouns make my head hurt because there are SO MANY.
What's nice about Thai is you have Phi and Nong and 900 affectionate terms (nu being little mouse is my favorite and sorry Jeff you are the tiniest, cutest mouse and Alan should call you that) and the word for boyfriend and girlfriend is the same. Mumble mumble we aren't talking about hubby and wifey.
But also, Hia.
Idk, maybe it's because I came into the sphere with Until We Meet Again, which made me adore Team and Win and become besotted with Between Us and the whole "call me Hia Win" scene and Prem's adorable whiny ~HiiiiaaAA every time, but it's such an interesting linguistic thing outside of the immediate "call me something only the most intimate people in my life are allowed to call me" because it's directly based on heritage.
Same with Nuea and Lian in Cutie Pie. Lian is only called Hia and I feel like for him specifically with his role of trying to become the family ~provider it brings up his family in a way that "others" him, even if he's proud of it and Nuea doesn't get it the same way he doesn't understand a lot of places Lian is coming from.
Anyway, TL;DR: I really would like to know how Hia became a thing and what the relationship change between Phi and Hia would be, if any. Why a specific pronoun for people with Chinese heritage? How does one begin referring to someone that way, or it is a "I gave you the password" situation? How far from direct immigration for your family from China/Chinese provinces does Hia and other references stop being present, or is it always part of how you're referenced?
@absolutebl You've had some lovely posts about language. If you've already made a post or know a user that's made a post I'd love to be referred 💙
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FIRST TWO CHAPTERS OF BSD FIC ARE POSTED PLS GO READ THEM
hopefully i don't forget to update this but it's my coping project right now so I probably wont.
#pls go easy on me#she's my baby and i love her#pls read it#pls and thank you#bungou stray dogs#bsd fic#bungo stray dogs#bsd dark era#bsd dazai#bungo stray dogs fanfic#odasaku fic#bsd odasaku#ango sakaguchi#kenji miyazawa#bsd yosano#bsd chuuya#dazai osamu#bungou gay dogs#bsd atsushi#bsd original character#i love oda so much#bsd drabbles#bsd kunikida#bsd fanfic#bsd fandom#bungo gay dogs#bungou stray dogs atsushi
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Men suck.
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Cale*in bed with blood still on his chin*: "Are you going to sacrifice yourself?" Asked Super Rock
Cale: and I said "No!"
Cale: y'know
Cale *scammer smile*: Like a liar
#tcf incorrect quotes#trash of the count's family#cale henituse#tcf#ancient powers#lololol#rip his slacker life#but to be fair#its his fault#sooo-#poor cale#also go check out my last post#pls and thank you#its angst btw
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What I really want is for s3 to have Crowley wear his sunglasses at all times when he’s with Aziraphale (bc u know for obvious reasons) only for Aziraphale to gently remove the glasses himself before he kisses Crowley FOR REAL THIS TIME
#pls and thank you#i neeeed aziraphale to be gentle with my sweet demon#good omens#crowly x aziraphale#crowley#aziraphale#gos2 spoilers#gos2#gos3#Neil gaiman
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I just wanna lay on *someone’s chest while they’re laid up in bed with a cold, nose all pink and tickly.
You can feel their warmth and the movement of their chest if their breath hitches. Maybe they do that thing where they over your head when they sneeze to try and shield you??
Maybe you’re watching something together and you’re holding the tissue box for them while they’re holding you 😩❤️🔥
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