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[alurazearchive]

Alura knows that things have been a little strained between her and Lena since the younger woman found out about her relationship with Lillian. She hates that it’s happened, hates that Lena probably feels betrayed by it. It’s an awful, sickening feeling low in her stomach, made worse by the fact that she knows Lena doesn’t know what she knows. 

Knows that Lena thinks she’s with someone who hates her. 

She’s nervous, when she knocks on Lena’s door. Nervous because she knows that Lillian wouldn’t want her to do this, because she doesn’t know how Lena will react or whether she’ll believe her. But she has to try. For both of them. 

The door swings open, and she gives Lena a small smile. ‘Hello, Lena. I hope I’m not disturbing you?’ 

@oflcorp

[ofhopeandsteel]

@oflcorp: Day 1. A single stalk of red rose is delivered to L-corp, given to Lena through Jess.

[heckcduparchived]

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Kara just couldn't take it anymore. Maybe Lena was dropping hints-- maybe she was geniunely just looking for advice or help but it was driving Kara crazy that Lena hadn't realized or thought to ask her. She had meant for it to come out gentler but her frustration fed into her words and the next thing she knew she was waving her hands around and slamming them against her side by the end of her delcaration. Staring at Lena with a mix of desperation, exasperation and panic.

Oh god-- what did she just do?

"I..." All the confidence, all the forcefulness, that she had before deflated slowly, but briefly as she figured the cat was out of the bag now so what was the point of trying to deny it. "Y-yes. Yes. I do and if you don't feel the same I understand I just couldn't go another minute without you knowing the truth."

[tiarawcman]

@oflcorp sent in request for any number for kiss meme (and doing it this way because of the copy/paste confusion.  ^^):

send ‘kiss’ + a number to kiss my muse…

20. …as a dare.

Mon-El stares at her over his half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich, lips stained with grape jelly, grinning, his carrots and broccoli uneaten on one side of the plate.  “I dare you!” he repeats, and he gives his sister a mischievous look.

Rhea watches as her daughter squirms in her seat, eyes downcast to her plate.  At least one of them had eaten their vegetables.  She glances up at her mother then back down to her plate.  “Can I be excused?”

“Yes, you may.”

“No!” Mon-El shouts, pounding one little fist on the table as his sister takes her plate to the kitchen.  “I dared her!  She has to!”

“Don’t pound the table, Mon-El,” Rhea says, immediately, placing her cup down.  Her eyes lift, “and it isn’t appropriate for you to treat your sister that way.”

Mon-El crosses his arms and scowls.  “But it’s a dare.  You hafta do a dare or else you’re a scaredy-pants.”

“No, you don’t.”  Rhea stands, pushing her plate forward.  “It’s far more brave to say no when someone tries to tell you to do something you know will hurt someone else.”  She taps on the edge of his plate where the vegetables sit.  “Eat the rest of your food.”

“I don’t like ‘em.”

“Eat them anyway.”

“No.”  And before she can say anything, he continues, “It’s far more brave say no.”

Rhea smiles.  “Yes.  Very brave.  But it will be harmful for you if you don’t eat them.”  She taps the plate again, voice growing firmer.  “Eat.”

She picks up her own plate and goes into the kitchen where Lena stands with her plate, staring back at the table.  Rhea kneels down in front of her, and her daughter’s gaze moves to the floor.  “Is something wrong, Lena?”

“I can’t reach the sink.”

“Is that all?”  Rhea reaches over, kisses her daughter’s forehead, and holds out her hand.  “Here.  I’ll take it for you.”

Lena nods then looks up as she hands her plate over.  “Is it really that bad?  Kissing someone?”

“No, dear,” Rhea says, gentle, corner of her lips twitching into a smile.  “I just kissed you, didn’t I?”

“You did?”

“Mmhm.”  She places a finger in the middle of Lena’s forehead.  “Right here.”

“Oh.”  Lena relaxes.  Then she smiles, bright. “Ok!”

That may not have been what Mon-El meant, Rhea thinks to herself as she watches her daughter skip to her room, but a dare’s a dare.

[illicit-lives-a]

@oflcorp

“That girl ran out so quickly, I thought she’d end up calling the police. The press hasn’t had time to print about my release, I’m sure the outrage is on it’s way,” Lex spoke as he heard the door open behind him, glancing back to ensure he was talking to who he was here for. He turned his attention back to the window, looking down upon the city his sister had chosen to run his company from. His release had been processing for a few days and he spent a lot to keep it under wraps until the last moment.

Of course Lex had been working towards a way out since he was put on trial and although breaking out might have been simpler he needed to insure he could stay out and move freely. After looking over the city for several more moments he turned back to look at her. “I can’t say I like what you’ve done with the place. Though I guess moving to National City has it’s appeal with it’s new ‘hero.’” Lex walked around the desk towards her, setting a file down as he did so. “Regardless it is great to see you. I know maximum security doesn’t make visits easy but you could have at least made an attempt”

[redemptivexheroics]

Excuse me anon u fucktard, Steve Rogers is an OC blog He is the original character of Jack Kirby & Joe Simon he only became what we call 'canon' cause now everyone knows who he is without oc there would b no characters for us to lov you uneducated piece of shit You should know EVERY character starts as an original character an original thought So to say people w/ OC blogs r wrong n shit is idiotic One day you may say that to someone who will make millions n you'll love that particular character.

[masxked]

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Thea groaned, the shifting in the bed beside her and the loud voice ripping her from sleep. Her head throbbed in a way reminiscent of her teenage years. Lena Luther. Thea remembered as flashes of the night came back. The few times they had been together they shared a certain easy rapport. Thea kinda admired her and also... oh yeah. That. Thea remembered drinks leading her to kiss Lena with purpose and repeatedly. She sat up in the bed rubbing her face, only to feel cool metal against it. Oh god. If she wasn’t awake before she was now looking down at the ring on her finger. What Lena had called her finally registered. “Lena. Did you call me wifey? Did we...” Thea made a face, her mouth feeling of cotton. She remembered suggesting more to the night with Lena but not marriage of all things. Looking at the ring more closely, Thea eventually turned her attention back to Lena, running a hand through what was sure to be her unruly hair. “At least one of us didn’t lose our sense of good taste while we were drunk,” Thea joked, wiggling her fingers to show off for Lena. What were they going to do? Lena was a respected businesswoman and Thea had put her party girl image behind her. This was a complete mess, but Thea found herself smiling as she looked at Lena beside her. “Please tell me you remember things a little better than I do.” Thea rested her head in her hands. There was way too much to think about with a killer hangover and a beautiful woman next to her. 

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