warm up run for the marathon

Cat Got Your Tongue Pt.2 (M)

Taco’s not so fluffy anymore, and you run into quite a few unexpected faces.

Word count: 7.4 k

Genre: Comedy, smut, fluff, a touch of angst, a lot of naked Tae

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry this took forever to come out and I really hope I did it justice. Thank you everyone who was so patient with me, I really appreciate you all and your understanding means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! Special thanks to @jiminniemouse @seoulscapes & @kittae for proofreading this trash and motivating me to complete it!

Part 1 here

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tell me if I’m wrong (tell me if I’m right)

For Nurseydex week prompt: July 19th – gender/sexuality

“Come on, Nursey, let’s hook you up!” Holster’s voice is half-lost in the pounding bass that’s been shaking the Haus for the last two hours. “Yeah, bro, after that filthy fuckin’ shot you netted tonight, you deserve it!” Ransom has got one arm slung over Holster’s shoulder and the other over Nursey’s, and both his captains are grinning at him in a way he knows usually leads to trouble.

“We know for a fact that girl in your poetry seminar–”

“—Melissa,” Ransom supplies.

“Right, Melissa, is just waiting for you to say go.”

Nursey tries to stifle his grimace. “Melissa’s nice, but I’m not interested,” he says, sipping from his cup of tub juice. His eyes flit to Dex instead as he joins the darkened mass of people dancing and grinding together a few feet away.

“Come on, bro, you haven’t hooked up in weeks,” Ransom protests, and Nursey shoves at his head playfully. “I’m chill, if I find someone I like I’ll go for it, but I’m good where I am.”

“All right, man,” Holster says, slapping his shoulder before stepping back. “C’mon Rans, let’s go make sure Bitty hasn’t lost his shoes or some shit.”

Nursey appreciates their efforts, he does, but they’re wrong – he hasn’t hooked up in over a year.

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Hufflepuff  |  Hogwarts aesthetic

Hufflepuffs are cozy wool sweaters, fairy lights, long nights spent listening to friends, giving the world a chance, crackling fire, succulent plants and overgrown vines in the greenhouse, taping Polaroids on the walls, feeling the energy of the sun, canvas tote bags with lots of pins, grinning through the pain, comforting others, knowing everything is going to be alright in the end, reminiscing good times, close intimate parties with a few friends, waking up early to catch a sunrise, adventure books stacked on the nightstand, crisp white sheets, cuddling with a pet, watching a storm pass, knowing someone is going to be a great friend, scribbling poems on the walls, wrapping a gift, the feeling of never letting go, running through a meadow, gathering flowers, using anything you can find for a bookmark, learning new things over passing exams, the warm breeze, dancing like no one is watching, guessing the end before it comes, blanket forts, long late night movie marathons, friends as important as lovers, sharing secrets you never told anyone, large mugs of tea, journals full of poems and stories and promises, the rush of meeting someone new, singing the song that is stuck in your head, watching plants grow, clean white walls are a canvas, and everyone can have a little optimism if they know where to look ☆

I am proud to be a hufflepuff

Shadow

Summary: Jessica is relieved that you and Sam got back safe, and the brothers’ reunion with their father doesn’t go as you expected
Words: 4.5k 
Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess 
Warnings: episode-related injury

A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here
Beta: @blacksiren

Your name: submit What is this?

Jess was so relieved to see you when you eventually got back to the motel that she started to cry the second you opened the door.

She rushed over to you, pulling you into a rough hug and burying her face in your neck. You were certain you smelled terrible after your time trapped in a cage, but she didn’t mention it or seem to care when her tears were falling onto your shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, hugging her back and stepping the two of you to the side to let the brothers into the room. “Jessy, I’m here, we’re here, we’re okay.”

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Run Away With Me // Jung Hoseok, Princess+TutorAU!

Originally posted by sugaa

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (OC name: Hari)

Genre: Princess x TutorAU!, Fluff, Angst, Historical

Summary; You’re the Princess of a great Kingdom, but you’ve been in love with your ballroom dance Tutor, Hoseok, from the moment you laid eyes on him. The King, your father, plans to send you away to marry into another royal family to join together two Kingdoms in holy matrimony. Can you accept your royal duty and leave Hoseok behind, locking him away forever in your memories?

Authors note: This scenario was written for @screaming-hoseok as she won second place in my giveaway! This is the first time I’ve used a name other than (Y/N) for the reader, so I hope you will all enjoy this oneshot AU! (especially you, Hari!!) This story is loosely inspired by a little otome game I play called ‘Midnight Cinderella’.

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Trapped (Part 3)

Genre: Angst, University!AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Jungkook (Ft. Members of Got7)

Requested: No

Word Count: 3,115

Summary: No matter how bad he hurt you, you always went back to him.

Author’s Note: I hope the wait was worth it! Enjoy! :) Please let me know what you think!


(Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) | (Part 4) | (Part 5) | (Part 6: Finale)

Originally posted by jkguks

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Want Free Dessert?

Fell Poth
AO3

Fell!Goth © @nekophy
Rurik © @angexci

The room was dark, the TV the only source of light. Not that that mattered, as Goth’s eye sockets were closed. They were lying at the couch, and he smiled as Rurik’s phalanges absentlymindedly scratched his skull. His soul was beating slowly, contently. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this happy.

Suddenly the phalanges stopped. Goth resisted the urge to look up to see why. He did open his sockets, though. Blinking, as the light momentarily blinded him.

“Hey, Cupcake?” Rurik’s smug voice came. Goth didn’t need to look to know he was smirking. He nodded, despite the use of that nickname. “Wanna go get free dessert?”

He frowned, and turned his head to watch his boyfriend’s face.

“How?”

He didn’t receive any answer. Rurik’s smirk just grew as he promptly stood up. Goth, who had been lying on top of the other gave away a pained ooof as he rolled of the couch and hit the floor. Asshole. He glared at Rurik, who offered a hand to help him up. He did not trust that. His glare just intensified as he allowed himself to float to his feet. The taller shrugged, and grabbed him, before opening a portal through which they left Rurik and Ink’s house.

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I moved my long run to today before work because we are doing the color run as a family tomorrow. 

I was tempted to just do 3 more miles and get my first ½ done but I didn’t for two reasons. 1) I had to get to work 2.) I am trying to stick with the training schedule and I know I have a tendency to overdo things and cause injury. 

So, I “settled” for a distance PR for now :) The best part was when I passed the 10k mark feeling strong. What seemed imposable - is now my warm-up. :)

56 / 100 June miles
391 / 1000 Annual miles

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Training for my next Half Marathon started today! I did a 6km long tempo run this morning and the pace was okay considering I ran right after waking up. I don’t like running workouts early in the morning because I have way more energy in the afternoon/evening but it’s supposed to be 33 degrees today soo.. (and I was dripping in sweat after my warm up already lol.. at 7 am.) A morning run is the best way to start the day though!
Post run essentials: elevating my legs, fresh coconut water and a bowl full of carbs and protein!

Never Forget (Part 1)- Steve Rogers

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Meet-cute and awkward firsts with Steve. 

Word Count: 1672

Warnings: None really. Just fluffy cuteness. 

A/N: Hope you like it! Tell me if I’m doing this right, would ya? I’m kind of new to Tumblr. Also, this is kinda AU, as if Civil War never happened. I’m taking requests if you have any! Not my gif, also. Credit to the owner. 

Originally posted by your-kylie-me


Working at a department store had its downsides- actually, when you added it all up, it was mostly downsides. People were rude and pushy, and shoved expired coupons in your face, and demanded to know if you had their size in the back. There was no back. Literally everything in the store was all the stock you had, but for some reason, every customer had this ridiculous fantasy that below every department store was a secret department store that had all the sizes and colors of every item. If only. 

Today had been especially annoying. You had been yelled at multiple times by multiple people, one of which was your boss. You had put the purses in the wrong spot, but when you moved them, they were still in the wrong spot. All this stupid, ridiculous crap you didn’t want to put up with, but you did. 

You were working at a register now, taking deep breath after deep breath to try and get yourself together. Usually you were pretty good at just brushing off everyone being incredibly rude to you, but today it was hitting pretty hard. It was just one little thing after another, and it was building up.

A man came up to the register with a phone case in hand, and you scanned it and placed it into a bag. “Will that be all for you today?” you asked, with your scripted, fake-friendly voice in tow. 

“Yes, ma’am, that’s all.” Said a deep, confident voice that you faintly recognized. You looked up to see a slightly familiar face. Blue eyes, blond hair. It was weird seeing him without that red, white, and blue get-up on, but yeah. It was Captain America. 

Your eyes widened as you took the twenty-dollar bill from him, your mouth slightly agape. You didn’t take your eyes off him as the register opened and you blindly grabbed random bills and change. You handed him whatever it was you grabbed, and finally, his receipt. “Here you… go,” you said quietly, grabbing the bag and handing that over as well. 

Captain America looked down into his hands, and then back up at you. “Miss, are you alright?” He asked, examining you like you were a crazy person. 

You cleared your throat, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine. I’m totally… I’m great. I’m fine.” you stammered. “Why?”

“Well, because you gave me fifty-six dollars back for a seventeen-dollar phone case.” he pointed out, glancing from you to the money in his hand, then back to you. He gathered all the money he didn’t need and gave it back to you. “You’re not having a stroke, are you?” he asked, concern present in his voice. 

You shook your head, and shoved the bills back in the drawer. “Alright then,” he said, smiling at you awkwardly. “I will, uh… I’ll be on my way then.” 

You thought that would be the first, and last, time you would ever see him. That weird, awkward, starstruck exchange would be it. You’d never see Captain America again. You were so, so wrong about that. 


It was about six months later. You were still working at that department store, but, luckily, you were promoted to manager. It wasn’t as bad as it used to be- you got to tell people where to go, and got paid a little more. You didn’t completely despise your job anymore, which was great. 

But your next encounter with Captain America was not at the department store. 

You were at a marathon for charity with your best friend, Laurie. You had been friends with Laurie since grade school, and your relationship with her had always been the same- she dragged you to clubs and parties and social events and you protested and said you didn’t want to, but eventually ended up having a good time. The marathon was one of those instances. You really didn’t want to go, mostly because huge crowds freaked you out and made you feel all panicky. But Laurie had convinced you to join a water stand with her at the eighteen-mile mark. 

It was a beautiful summer day, all warm accompanied by a light breeze. There were over three thousand people participating in this marathon, and you couldn’t even imagine running a mile, let alone twenty-six. But the money from all the entry fees and donors was going to two or three different charities- a children’s hospital, an animal rescue foundation, and some sort of organization that helped veterans and soldiers and stuff like that. It was a big marathon, and you thought it was a great cause. But there was a ton of people. 

You stood off the side of the path with Laurie, behind a table that had a big ten-gallon water jug on it and a whole bunch of little cups. Laurie kept cheering on everyone who ran by, and even flirted with a couple of guys who stopped to chat for a moment. 

“This isn’t a singles bar, Laur,” you pointed out after a redheaded man jogged off to rejoin the stream of runners. 

Laurie looked at you and placed a hand on her hip. “Anywhere’s fair game, Y/N,” she said, tossing her curly blonde hair behind her shoulder. “You never know when you’re going to run into the man of your dreams.” She paused, and then smiled happily. “Pun totally intended.” 

You shook your head, looking at an older gentlemen who approached the table. You handed him a cup of water and he smiled at you gratuitously. “Well,” you continued after the man left, running a hand over your ponytail. “Do you have to be in flirt mode all the time?” you asked, knowing exactly what her answer was going to be. 

“Oh, shut up,” Laurie teased, bumping shoulders with you before filling some more cups up. 

You looked out at all the runners, watching them slow down as they grew tired. Mostly everyone at this point was simply jogging, covered in sweat. But as you looked down the path at the oncoming flow of runners, you noticed one man taking long, confident, energetic strides as he came towards you. 

The man stopped at the booth, small beads of sweat glistening off his forehead. He was tall and muscular and- holy shit. It was Captain America. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you watched him pick a cup of water off of the table and down it in one sip. This was unreal! You couldn’t believe you were seeing him again. 

“Thanks for the water, ladies,” he said, looking at Laurie, and then at you. He turned to jog off, but then looked back at you again. You could feel his eyes on you as you stared at your feet. He took a step towards the table once again. “Do I know you?” he asked, his eyebrows knitting together. 

You shook your head, your cheeks blushing as you refused to make eye contact. “No, I… I do know you,” he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest and examining you. “I’ve definitely seen you before- I…”

Laurie looked between you and the Captain. “Oh, my god, I can’t take it,” she mumbled, then looked at the Captain. “She works at Macy’s, Cap! Remember when she gave you all the money in her drawer as change?” she prompted, and you glared at your friend. “What?” she asked, putting her hands up in surrender. “I was just trying to help.”

“Yes!” Captain America exclaimed. “Yes, that’s what I remember you from. I would never forget such a wonderful interaction.” He teased, and you looked up to see a playful glimmer in his baby blue eyes. You blushed. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N,” you said, locking your hands together awkwardly. “And I apologize for that. It was not one of my best moments.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be sorry,” he said, running a hand through his slightly sweaty hair. “I thought it was kind of cute how you couldn’t even get one word out.” He chuckled. 

If it was possible for your cheeks to turn even redder, that’s what happened. You tucked some hair behind your ear and bit your lip. Why did you feel so intimidated by him? From all the news footage and interviews you’d seen, Captain America seemed like the nicest out of all the Avengers. 

Maybe it was how jacked he was. Like, he really had a lot of muscles. You usually didn’t hang around super hunky guys like that. 

You realized then that you hadn’t said anything in response to him, and you opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. So you just stood there, staring at him with your mouth wide open like an idiot. Laurie came to your rescue and jumped in again. 

“She’s free on Friday!” she exclaimed, reaching over and patting your chin to remind you to close your mouth. You looked over at her, shocked at what she just said. 

“What? No, I’m not!” You said, panicking slightly. Captain America gave you a funny look. “I mean, I…. I am free. But I don’t, I mean…” You stopped talking, because there was nothing you could say. This was the worst interaction you’d ever had with a man. Just ride it out and let him run away screaming, you thought. 

But Captain America- god, you wished you could remember his real name- just smiled, and pulled out his phone- the case he had bought all that time ago was on it. He opened his contacts and handed it over to you. “”Can I have your phone number, Miss Y/N?” he asked, and you silently obliged, typing your number in. “Would it be alright if I called you, ma’am?” he asked, looking into your eyes.

“Yeah,” you said, making direct eye contact and finally feeling like you could speak to him. “Yeah. You can.” 

His baby blues twinkled, and he grinned at you before running off to join the others. 

That was the beginning. 

When Peter Parker's Sick:

• He’s needy af 

• Loves, loves, loves when you come over to take care of him (but won’t admit it)

• CUDDLES ON THE COUCH 

• “(Y/N), you shouldn’t hug me. You might get sick, too.” which really means, ‘pls get under the blanket with me and cuddle me and I’m so sorry that you’re gonna get sick but we both know you don’t care' 

• Playing with his hair ofc 

• And he loves it and whines whenever you stop 

• “Peter, I’m just checking my phone. Stop being such a baby!“ 

• The two of you spend the day together watching movies 

• Peter watching romantic scenes and hating them bc he wants to kiss you but can’t bc he doesn’t want to get you sick 

• So he just pulls you closer to him and buries his face in the crook of your neck 

• And you start laughing bc his hair tickles, and he acts offended bc he just wanted to be affectionate but noooooooo you’re too ticklish 

• "I’m ticklish, Peter, really?" 

• Tickling Peter until he’s begging you to stop and he’s such a dork bc let’s be real he’s way more ticklish than you 

• But God, his laugh and smile make you melt 

• Peter pretending to be mad after you tickle him 

• "I hate you." 

• "Love you, too, Peter." 

• But still, his hands are always running up and down your arms, down your back, through your hair. 

• And he loves when you snuggle closer to him and press light kisses on his forehead, cheeks, or jawline 

• "You’re gonna get sick.” aka ‘pls kiss me again' 

• “I don’t care." 

• Peter falling asleep in your arms and you kiss him on the forehead, glad that he’s finally getting some rest 

• You make him tea, and as night falls and it gets colder, you pile on more blankets and the two of you are all warm and toasty and just cuddles galore 

• Commence Disney movie marathon until midnight 

• He gets really sad when you have to leave 

• Won’t. Stop. Whining. 

• "But who’s going to take care of me if you go?” :((((( 

• “Peter, May came home like hours ago." 

• "But…I’m gonna miss you…" 

• "You are such a baby, Peter." 

• But you give in and let him pull you back onto the couch for a few more minutes and cuddle closer to him 

• "I love you, (Y/N)." 

• "I mean, I guess I like you." 

• Cue Peter Parker eye roll 

• "Kidding! I love you, too, Peter." 

• And damn it all to hell, he can’t stop himself anymore so he pulls you into a long kiss, not caring that he’ll get you sick, too 

• Not that you mind bc you’ve wanted to kiss him all day 

• But he lets May drive you home eventually, pouting the entire time 

• Guess who wakes up with a cold later that week??? 

• It’s okay though bc Peter comes over to take care of you, too, which includes lots of massages, cuddles, and soft kisses 

• And dear lord, you love this boy 

• And ofc he loves you, too


Notes: I was too lazy to write this into a one shot so have some headcanons lol

Bellamy Blake Imagine: You Are Sick

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Summary: Reader wakes up to find out that Bellamy has fever. Although he protests reader makes him stay in the bed for the rest of the day.

Prompts: 1-”What would you do if you would’ve never met me?”,
6- "You’re feet are cold, keep ‘em off me,“ “But you’re my heater.”

Word Count: 721


Originally posted by bellarke-stydia

I woke up snuggling closer to Bellamy just to be reculantly pushed slightly away.

“You are freezing,” he mumbled in raspy morning voice.

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NYC Marathon Training Day 110

(Monday) 7 easy on DEAD LEGS

Day 111

(Tuesday)

I had some leg pain but after speaking with my friendssss i decided to TRY running. I did end up running the whole distance (9.5 miles) I just changed the workout from 6x1 mile 400 recovery to 5X1 mile with an extra mile for warm up. 

It still hurts today, think lower hamstring where it connects to the back of the knee. IM REALLY TIGHT. The PT I work with did some painful massage and now i shall enjoy my only rest day which will be full of stretching!! 


Cumulative Miles: 630

ALSO LOOOOOOOOOOK GUYSSSSS I GOT MY TEAM IN TRAINING RACE SHIRRRTTTTTT!!!!! 

ELEVEN DAYS! :o 

Stay (Dean x Reader)

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Other Characters: None
Genre: Fluff; angst
Warnings: Nightmares; some mentions of violence
Summary: Dean comes to you after waking up from a particularly nasty nightmare. You comfort him, and let him open up to you.


Unfortunately for himself, Dean wasn’t a light sleeper. Even when he knew he was dreaming, nothing seemed to wake him up until the nightmare was over, save for maybe you or Sam clanking about the bunker at the ungodly hours of the morning. He complained regularly about this, but he was secretly grateful that, more often than not, you or Sam making coffee or leaving for a morning run would pull him out of the nightmarish clutches of sleep.
Even as a child, Dean had restless nights, his mother or father usually having to calm him down more than once a night. But, he was forced to grow up. To deal with the nightmares that only got worse the more things he saw. For years, he pushed down the night terrors and acted as cheery as he could every morning. You and Sam would pretend that you hadn’t heard him screaming and calling out for help only moments before he’d walk into the kitchen. Though you’d confronted him on it, more than once, he told you not to worry, that he was a big boy; he could take care of himself. Neither you nor Sam argued, afraid to upset him further.


Someone screaming woke you up. Even though he was halfway across the bunker, you woke up to it nearly every night. Although you knew it was just Dean having another nightmare, you instinctively reached under your pillow, holding the cool metal handle of your gun. Eventually, you began to doze off again, almost too exhausted and worn out from the hunt to worry about Dean, when you heard a timid knock on your door. You pushed back your soft sheets, slowly sitting up and planting your feet on the chilly stone floor of your bedroom. You needed a carpet. Shivering a bit, you padded over to your door, cracking it open and poking your head through.
Dean stood there, puffy eyes moving in a panicked frenzy, panting as though he’d just run a marathon. His goosebump-covered arms were wrapped around his torso, the thin shirt and boxer-briefs he was wearing not nearly warm enough for the cool January weather that always managed to seep through the walls of the bunker. You opened the door wider, pulling his arms from where they were clutching his chest, holding his cold hands in your warm ones.
“I… had a nightmare,” he whispered, voice hoarse from the screaming and crying, “I didn’t want to wake you, but I just…” Dean trailed off, his gaze lowering to look at your pale feet. He drew a shaky breath, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he choked out, finally meeting you eyes.
You could see his pain through the tears that were threatening to spill over again. He pulled his hands out of yours, wiping at his eyes in frustration. He inhaled through his stuffy nose, and continued, “(Y/N) I’m so sorry, I know I make you’re life here shitty. I know I’ve shut you and Sammy out but- but I can’t keep doing this,” Dean’s voice cracked.
You pulled him into your room and shut the door softly behind him. Dean took shallow breaths, balling up the ends of his shirt in his hands and twisting it, trying to do anything that might distract him. You turned on your bedside lamp and the room illuminated with a dull, comforting orange glow. You sat him down on your bed, his head propped up on a couple of soft pillows, before crawling in beside him and pulling the covers over both of you.
“Dean,” you began softly, “I can’t tell you how wrong you are. You and Sammy took me in and made my life wonderful. I so incredibly happy being here, being home, with you guys. Dean, I love you so much, and no matter what, I’m always here for you. If you want to talk, or let me talk, or just lie down and do nothing, I’m here.”
He drew a shaky breath, moving his head so that he was laying on your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through his short hair. For a while, neither of you said anything. Dean’s breathing eventually slowed, and his hands let go of the sheets he hadn’t realized he’d been clenching. Dean just listened to your heartbeat. Each of you were comforted by the warmth of the other in the chilly bunker.
Dean inhaled deeply and began, “I have the same dreams… Or at least, they all have the same premise,” he took another breath, and continued, “I dream about losing my family. You, Sam Cas, you’re all I have left. I cannot lose you. I dream I’m back in hell. It’s been years, but the dreams never go away. But now, you’re all there with me, and-” Dean was crying, he paused for a minute to slow his breathing. You waited patiently, stroking his back, and he finished, “-and… You all blame me for putting you down there…” His voice was softer than a whisper.
You held him closely as he let a few more tears slip. You let him know how loved he was. How much you cared about him, how important he was to his family and to the world. He fell asleep in your arms, and for the first time since he could remember, he woke up the next morning happy.

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Supercorp for the OTP ask thing

Which one cried during a fucking Disney movie?
You would think it’s Kara but it really isn’t. Kara has unlimited knowledge of Disney songs, she sings along to them all. She’s always singing and constantly humming and bopping along to them as she types up articles and does research. Kara shimmies up to Lena and sings into a spatula, she often distracts Lena when she’s cooking or reading by singing and insisting they dance to “Tale as old as Time”. However, it is Lena Luthor who is the movie crier. Lena sobs when the Fox and the Hound meet, she sniffles as Bambi’s mother gets shot and she’s in full hysterics when Stitch gets reunited with Lilo and Nani. Kara did not expect Lena to be so emotional and she doesn’t know whether to tease her girlfriend about it. She feels that there is something more to it but she never pushes the topic, instead she traces patterns along Lena’s forearm and rubs her back. Lena tends to curl into her and when she’s emotional she burrows, her head falling to the crook of Kara’s neck and her arms wrapping around Kara as she clings to the safety of her Kryptonian. Kara kisses Lena’s forehead and they enjoy the rest of their film marathons with Lena perched in Kara’s lap and Kara kissing away her tears.

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?
Kara when she first came to Earth and it scared the Danvers half to death. It happened to Lena once after a hell day, she was exhausted and not paying attention. She’s never done it again - not after the 20 page slideshow that Kara and Jess The Secretary put together on reasons why she is working herself too hard and reasons why she should be more careful. Nowadays they just use Kara’s heat vision.

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing? 
Kara 100%. Despite knowing that only one person can fly through her balcony door Lena always plays along which results in soft giggles along her neck and soft kisses stolen before meetings.

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?
Lena. She was hesitant for touch at first being so touch starved so on her part she held back from touching casually. She flinches sometimes when they hug but their apartment can get really cold and after a few months Lena takes to padding out of the room in just one of Kara’s old t-shirts and her underwear, hair down and bare feet - which was definitely a mistake because then her feet get really fricking cold. Kara is still somewhat flustered given Lena’s appearance but what she definitely doesn’t expect is for her girlfriend to practically jump on her and attack her with cold feet. She doesn’t really care because she’s basically a toaster oven and any excuse to warm Lena up gives her free reign, running her hands over exposed thighs and kissing down Lena’s jaw line. Lena gets cold a lot…

Who had that embarrassing Reality TV marathon?
Kara forces Lena to watch horrendous shows and Lena protests but she always caves and indulges her girlfriend. Watching Kara talk back to the television set is one of her favourite past times. That was one of the first times she heard Kara curse. She was just amused that she wasn’t the only one putting money into the swear jar. That is until Alex and Maggie come round for a new and improved sister night. There is a lot of money along with her credit card in the jar that night. Lena likes to watch cooking shows and Kara finds it fascinating because it inspires the chef in Lena and then she gets lots of yummy food experiments to try.

Who laughs more during sex?
Kara is naturally giggly and the sound of her laughter warms Lena’s heart, she loves the melodic sound so she makes it her mission to get Kara to laugh at least once most times. Lena is all about comfort and given that Kara was initially scared to go further they took it slow and became comfortable with one another, lots of practising and finding out what the other liked. Lena and a reluctant Alex made very tiny doses of Kryptonite that Kara fully consented to so that Kara could let loose a little during more heated times. 

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?
Lena usually. Kara feels comforted when she can hold Lena in her arms and she is really protective of Lena at night. They both suffer from nightmares and being comforted by the gentle but secure arms of their lover really helps. Lena has a thing for Kara’s arms and she is definitely supposed to be sleeping but she can’t help it when Kara’s arms are resting along her waist, it really isn’t her fault if that leads to late night activities. There are the times around Kara’s Earth birthday and Astra’s death where Kara needs to be the little spoon, she sobs and Lena holds her, singing Kryptonian songs softly as she lulls Kara to sleep. It gets easier when for Kara’s Earth birthday Alex and Lena decorate the bedroom with stars and things that look as similar to Krypton as possible, Lena goes further (with the help of J’onn) and manufactures a special bedside lamp that can mirror colours from Krypton. Kara proposes under the sun of bedroom Krypton.


(Side Note: If you couldn’t tell I love them and I have a lot of headcanons for them! Send me questions if you want and I’ll gladly talk about other headcanons I have or if you want little drabbles then prompt away!)

The Barn 11

It wasn’t morning when Sakura awoke next, but hours later when the sky was dark and burning with the promise of a not too far off sunrise. She could feel her magic spent and shallow, but the cuts were all but faded across her body.

She stood and looked herself over in the mirror, hesitant to touch the gauze bandage taped over her face and lip. She pulled back half the tape first and lifted the gauze. There was no cut, but a trail of piner skin still showed off even in the dim of the room what had once been there. She grinned like a bulldog, if only she bit as hard as one.

“It’s been years since I wanted to hurt someone,” she mused out loud, speaking to her own reflection like it had an opinion to offer back. “Just like it’s been years since I’ve touched my magic. What a coincidence.”

She channeled magic into her bones around her hand and let it glow green before hovering it over the pink scar. Bit by bit, she worked the skin back into a healthy color that bore no resemblance to the damage it once glared. Healing had become easier in her old age like they said it would. The older you grew the easier things were to control and manipulate, but the less vigor you had over magic. That was the trade off.

‘But a bone witch will hold her magic longer than the others. You won’t have to worry about controlling or manipulating magic when you’re your mother’s age. You’ll be able to outlast them all.’

She let the magic stay in her hand, softly burning in her bones with no real goal or purpose other than to exist and be felt. It was warm with life to the touch, and langnuid in its unformed state. If she closed her eyes she could almost smell it, but the exact nature of the scent escaped her. It was easier to notice other’s scents, but she could never pin down her own.

Sakura was starting to admit to herself that magic was like a bad habit or a warm bed, easy to climb inside of and harder to slip away from.

Why had she given up magic in the first place?

Sakura indulged and it felt like sinning when she channeled what was left of her magic through her body and built up the fibers of her muscles, the tissues and sinews, the knit of her skin and construct of her form to its prime with healing magic. Her bones burned and sang, seeping warm magic through her until it felt like she had run marathons daily for decades. It was a high that sent her brain reeling with glee.

She felt like she had to keep using her magic until it was spent. What else could she do?

She lifted her left hand to try something else and suddenly the magic rubbed raw there. She felt the rough texture like sandpaper under her magic and had to recoil. Her high came crashing down as the shock traveled up her arm and she stumbled backwards, hitting the edge of the bed with her hip and sliding down. She gripped her throbbing wrist and held it tight with her good hand, watching as her knuckles turned white and the skin turned red.  

‘Remember what you did, remember what you lost!’

The message was clear as fate and it was enough to bring her back. Sakura screwed her eyes shut and braced with her toes curling into the carpet for purchase. She felt the deep places of her settle and thanked God she hadn’t gone too far and touched the black magic underneath it all.

They spoke of hitting your limit like crashing to the ground after flying, suddenly having nowhere to go. That was true for everyone else, but not for Sakura. She brought her grave digging shovel and she was ready to dig when she got to that point.when others got to the end of their magic they stopped or were stopped, but those conventions held her like wet paper and she knew there was something more than just her limits to explore. There was more to unearth in the moist soil of her magic, and She did so because she knew there was something worth finding there.

She looked up to the mirror and swallowed, searching for any of the telling signs, but her skin was unmarred and just as pale and plain as expected. There were no patches of black blotting like ink drops anywhere, and her eyes were wide and scared, but still hers. There was no voice either.

“Stupid,” Sakura said out loud to herself.

She felt like an idiot. It had only been for a minute, but for that small moment in time she had forgotten what she swore she would never forget. So many years ago she had paid for her greed with the dexterity of her left hand and the peace of mind that came with knowing your magic wasn’t sentient and malicious.

Back then Sakura just wanted to be the best witch she could be.

Now all she wanted to be was sane.

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She touches me like autumn. Her fingers are sunlight, her lips are rain, her voice is a river and it lulls me, carries me, drifting in darkness, into peace.

She loves me like summer. My heart runs marathons under her mouth, my skin shakes and sweats. I am swallowed in moonlight, lost in the stars, drowned in a hundred years of short nights and long, stretching sunsets.

I miss her like winter, like frostbite. The ache that warms me, the hands that shift and rub, the restlessness of cold feet. My ribs are naked branches, reaching up and up, waiting for sunlight, waiting for green, for life.

We live like spring, like memories of the sunrise and birdsong, like Easter morning and happy tears. Her hands are promises, fresh grass, new leaves, every budding flower. Our future is daylight savings, longer and longer with each waking, promises like moonrise and shooting stars. The future is cold like a new morning and sometimes chills still shiver our spines but the frost is turning to dew and the mornings grow warmer and brighter and better every time we have the courage to meet them again.