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[macyhaven]

🛀 join me in the suds

i accidentally added a poll...so, will you join me?

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there's no other option. you are forced to join me in the tub

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[luimagines]

HOLY CRAP DID WE ACTUALLY DIE

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Well.... no. It was a similar experience he was having, that happened in chapter one ^.^*

Reader is simply unconscious.

[megglepie]

Yea or nay do you want me to assault your askbox sometime later with my thoughts on an Emic Bonnie&Clyde AU? :3

YES PLEASE !!!!!!!!!! ❤️💛🧡💙💚💜💚💜❤️💚💙💛🧡❤️🥺

[marie-dufresne]

Driving Stick

from {here] w. @reapersxfolly

It was not Marie’s first time in Midgar but it was, by far, her most extensive stay. Truth be told, she hadn’t expected to stay. She’d expected to win the bid and hand over production to her team. Scarlet had other ideas.

Maybe it wasn’t Scarlet wanting to keep her close, but she’d underestimated their lack of trust. It seemed, if they were doing business with her, they were doing business with her and her alone.

She didn’t complain and she worked hard, but there was one thing missing in this deal that made it like no other and that was simple human companionship. Yes, she was in a building filled with thousands of people, had expensive executive lunches and even a desperate desk boy to delegate filing and other wordy things to.

She had Tseng, her shadow, mister security (though whether he was there for her or because of her she still wasn’t sure), and if she really wanted, there was the president himself, but none of these were people she viewed as companions. They were not her friends.

She wasn’t part of their club.

It was too risky (and truth be told too much of a hassle after such long days) to attempt to integrate herself into Midgar society. Would she succeed? Yes. Being an heiress to a household name had obvious perks and privileges, but it would draw far too much unwanted attention and she would already be overstaying where she ought not to be.

The lack of emotional connection had spiraled into something far baser, far more needy, and it was this need that had her sitting back, testing the waters with a hand on his thigh. He’d been appropriate since she’d arrived. If he were to reject her, she imagined it would be quite gracefully.

But he didn’t.

She could see the way he was smiling through the breaks in the darkness, and when he moved her hand upward, she felt an excitement shoot through her she hadn’t felt in far too long.

Sliding her gaze back to the road before them, her hand slid not upward more, but inward, teasing at the inseam of his trousers.

“Dangerous?” she wondered, her voice soft, but playful, “no, you don’t strike me as a man easily…undone.”

[taciturnrebel]

Also, do you have any more Raine headcanons (for any verse) that you're willing to share? I love your take on her.

@baajisms

raine doesn’t like that her kids are taller than her at all. She is 5'5" and both her kids are 5'9". Ellone was always tall and surpassed raine by the time she was 13, Squall was a little later at 15. But now raine has to reach to hug them, kiss them, or scold their asses. And they both make fun of her when they gotta reach shit for her.

She didn't like Laguna at all upon meeting him and actually just wanted to sleep with him because he was cute, and she did lmao. But he just kept coming back like a roach, he even wrote her really lame haiku that she keeps in a box under her bed. Eventually she decided to give him a chance because, well, all the guys in Costa del Sol were mostly meatheads or gay, and Laguna was fortunately from Wutai like her. And apart from adopting Elle, then falling preggo with squall, it ended up being the best decision of her life.

Raine wears a lot of casual wutaian attire. Cottons capris, cotton tees, sandals, you might catch her in a kimono behind the bar though, but generally her wardrobe is pretty plain and comfortable.

Squall is a very different child to Ellone, and she finds it hard to bond with him at first. Elle had been bubbly, always smiling and laughing, and being adventurous. Squall was small, quiet, shy, and cried a lot when he didn't get enough attention, he was very needy and clingy, which sometimes made raine lose her temper compared to laguna who always seemed to know what to do with him. Laguna points it out to her that their son is very much like herself as a child, or at least that's how she had told Laguna she was, but it's true. That worries her because she would rather her son turned out like Laguna than herself because Laguna is fun, open and everyone seems to gravitate to him. Whereas raine is introverted and doesn't like other people much. So from then on she tries to encourage squall to be more extroverted with various outcomes.

After laguna disappears raine ends up with squall in her bed a lot. He cries and asks when papa is coming home, that their family is broken now. With anyone else she would give it to them straight and say he's probably dead, but she can't do that to her child, let alone such a sensitive little boy. So she distracts him with stories, all kinds of fantasy stories told to her in wutai as a child. It usually sends him to sleep eventually, and then she'll cry because she misses laguna just as much as squall does.

Raine comes from a long line of samurai, though their glory days are long gone by the time she is born. But she still revels in the history of the Leonhart family and the old lion crest that represents their family as depicted on squalls griever pendant. Unfortunately, most of this is all lost during the war as is her parents when shinra burns their ancient home down.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

More Than Cake

A follow up to this ficlet, from early in the season

Alex knocks on Lena's door too late to be considered polite. But she has a hunch, and is proven right when the door opens just enough to reveal a wide-awake Lena with heavy features.

Dull eyes flicker down to the slice of cake in Alex's hand, pristine in its case of clear plastic.

"I know today may not seem like a win," Alex allows. "But after all you did to help, it felt wrong for there to not be cake."

She senses Lena's hesitation, and the moment she takes to weigh her options. In the end, the door opens wider, allowing Alex to step inside.

Lena shuts and locks the door before returning to her couch, where a glass and an open bottle of scotch are waiting for her. It's a sharp contrast to the scene she'd found the last time they did this. Gone is the quiet sense of victory; gone is cocky smile that had quirked at her from beneath large glasses.

In its place is muted grey-- grey silence, grey eyes, and grey features made pale with loss.

"Lena, I'm so sorry."

"Why?" Lena's throat clicks as she swallows her mouthful of liquor. "You didn't kill my brother. Or allow him to escape in the first place."

Alex came expecting a jab about Supergirl, but the mention of Lex's escape gives her pause. As far as she knows, the DOC is on the hook for that.

"What do you mean?" she asks, settling on the couch next to Lena's bare feet. She sets the cake on the coffee table. It won't be getting eaten tonight.

"I developed the harun'el serum for Lex, you know," Lena delivers bluntly. "He was dying, and I agreed to help him. That's how he was able to escape."

Shock crackles down Alex's spine. Lena had used DEO resources to cure the world's most dangerous mass murderer? She-- hadn't even suspected.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why would I?" Lena scoffs. "Don't act so surprised, Agent Danvers. The last time the DEO didn't agree with my motives you all but arrested me."

"Okay, first of all-- it was your methods we didn't agree with, not your motives," Alex counters, "and secondly, a lot has changed since then, Lena! We're friends!"

Lena snorts derisively.

"Lena!"

Shoving to her feet, Lena escapes Alex's glare by moving to the kitchen. An attempt thwarted by Alex swiftly following, refusing to be ignored.

"Lena, where is this coming from--"

"Don't," Lena spits. She smacks her glass on th counter with a sharp crack, sloshing amber liquid onto the mottled marble. "Don't stand there and pretend like you have some blind trust in me. And frankly you shouldn't-- don't touch me!"

She recoils from Alex's reaching fingers, but Alex insists. Her hands brush the outside of Lena's arms, drifting down to gently clasp her wrists. It brings them dangerously close: close enough for Alex to smell the alcohol on Lena's breath, see the flutter of her sweater from the rapid thud of her heartbeat.

Lena almost pulls free, but freezes at the last moment. Waiting.

"I'm sorry you're hurting."

Alex's voice is softer than she intends, tilting them into a new sort of intimacy. There's a split second that follows as Lena's features scrunch with some indiscernable emotion, before she's leaning in, surging really, and pressing hot, sloppy lips to Alex's mouth.

Hands reach up to cup Alex's face, freeing Alex's fingers to curl into the weave of Lena's sweater. Her senses fill with the heady presence that is Lena-- fierce and desperate and... drunk.

"Wait, wait, wait," Alex pants, disengaging just enough for a time out. Lena looks at her with heavy eyes, and a gaze filled need. "Are you sure?"

"I need you..." comes the muted response, "to help me forget."

Alex reaches up to tuck dark hair behind a pale ear. "Forget what?"

"Everything I know."

It's a tall order-- there isn't a woman on Earth who knows more than Lena Luthor. But even as Alex surrenders to the hands tugging at her shirt, she vows to give it her best shot.

[xaocchaos]

you've gone of 'net

No Tumblr, I haven't, you're just stupid

[adhd-papuka]

My ADHD peak was when I was having an emotional breakdown and all I could think was “Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell ROCK” for 10 hours straight.

Shit. I never check the inbox and i forgot what this was in reference too but ur valid

Also mood.

Not sure if the full message will be visible cause it isnt for me as im typing