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Encanto (2021) - In the order of Bruno’s vision.
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she don’t even want that man. she want me
BRIDGERTON SEASON 3 (PART 2)
SPOILER
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Hi all! Still alive, will be back to writing soon!
I'm really wondering how does Lena react when she realizes that Kara is smarter than she pretends to be
“Ow! Lena, jeez, stop—”
Lena does not stop.
Kara’s yelped ow is essentially a reflex at this point, more of a dramatic declaration than anything resembling a real indicator of pain. Usually, it’s enough to incite a ceasefire. Not today.
“Quantum what, you said!” Lena is advancing on her with a rolled-up magazine in her hand and fire in her eyes. The furious set of her features wrests Kara backwards, her hands up in surrender. The backs of her knees hit the couch and she floats herself over it on autopilot, still eyeing Lena’s makeshift weapon warily.
The new barrier doesn’t even give the younger woman pause; Lena clambers straight over the back of the couch as she corrals Kara toward the kitchen island.
“You sat there,” Lena growls, eyebrow arched to a lethal height, “and you batted your eyelashes and smiled your innocent, pretty little smile and you said quantum what? As if you haven’t been studying classical mechanics since before you were in diapers!”
“We didn’t have diapers on Krypton— ow! Okay, okay—” She ducks before Lena’s magazine baton can make contact again, darting around to the far side of the kitchen island. If she has to face Lena’s wrath, she’d rather do it with half a tonne of Calacatta marble that would be very expensive to replace as a makeshift buffer.
“I asked you about polyatomic anions and you stared at me like I’d started speaking Japanese!” Lena accuses, eyes narrowing as she brushes a rogue strand of hair back from her flushed face.
“I, uh. I actually speak Japanese.” Kara grimaces, face screwed up as she braces for the inevitable backlash. “Mōshiwakearimasen?”
The sound that breaks free from Lena’s throat is almost a snarl. She advances quicker than humans should be able to, crowding Kara against the stainless steel fridge as she swats at her none too gently with the magazine.
Kara cowers against the cool metal, arms up to shield her face. The blows are about as painful as a gentle breeze on her skin. She knows she could stop this in a heartbeat, knows Lena knows it too, but that’s not the point.
“I’m sorry I lied,” she tries from behind her forearms, one eye cracked open.
She watches Lena pout through the gap created by her crossed wrists. “Do you have any idea how much we could have accomplished if you’d told me the truth?” she admonishes, magazine dropping to hang limply at her side. “How many projects I got stuck on with no sounding board? How much of a difference we could have made if we’d pooled our resources and our intellect? God.”
Lena sighs as the fight seems to drain from her body, leaning her weight heavily into Kara’s. “God,” she huffs again. “You made me explain the EPR Paradox to you like you were a first-grader.”
Kara lets her arms drop from in front of her face, fitting her hands to the soft curve of Lena’s waist instead. Just to steady her, of course. It’s good physics, after all. “Yeah, but can you blame me? You’re so cute when you talk science.”
Lena swats at her again, weaponless this time. It’s light as a caress and her hand stays on Kara’s chest afterwards, fingers curling against her collarbone. “You’re impossible.”
Kara sees exactly how Lena’s softening to her, redoubles her efforts in response. “But I’m right. You get so excited when you explain things, so passionate. It’s beautiful.”
Lena, predictably, flushes a delicious shade of pink. She presses bashful hands to the warmth of her cheeks, ducking her head. Kara chuckles. Gives her waist a gentle squeeze, tracing the outline of her hipbones with her thumbnails.
“And I know you liked it too,” she hums, dropping her own chin to catch Lena’s gaze and hold. “You just admitted it. You thought my smile was pretty.”
“You are pretty,” Lena says softly. Her hands drop from her own face to the base of Kara’s neck, skating up her throat to the hinge of her jaw. Kara’s breath catches in her chest just as Lena’s hands jump up, squishing her cheeks together. “Pretty infuriating.”
“Is that what’s really bothering you?” Kara manages, words misshapen and mumbled between Lena’s squeezing hands. She stretches her jaw when Lena releases her, licking her dry lips. Green eyes track the movement with a tangible hunger.
Kara smirks, nails digging just the slightest bit against Lena’s hips. “Or,” she hums, low and smooth as the richest scotch, “are you just resisting the knowledge that you’re no longer the smartest woman in the room?”
Lena’s mouth drops open. “You really think you’re smarter than me?” she asks, words reverberating through their bodies where they’re pressed together. She leans in close, drags her thumb slow and deliberate over the damp heat of Kara’s bottom lip before she taps her cheek sharply with two fingers, cool and confident and utterly charming. “Oh, sweetheart. Game on.”
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i like the idea that superman couldn’t shave because of his powers and the lack of kryptonite in his early life. And so for the longest time he had long hair. so he’s this big, 6’3, hairy guy. when he became superman and ppl started using kryptonite, he got some too and put it in a razor.
Kara Zor-El x g!p Kryptonian reader
Warnings/ A/n: Starts sad, because I felt sad and tired this morning, but now I’m better. Really weird moods. But you don’t care about that, do you?
(Gif doesn’t really fit, but closest to what I had in mind.)
“I don’t wanna go.” You sobbed into your mother’s embrace. Gripping tightly onto her tunique.
“You don’t have a choice.” She kissed your forehead, thumb caressing your cheek.
“No.” You shook your head, your voice muffled from being buried against her, your tears staining her dress. “No, I don’t.”
Her heart clenched at your broken tone. She loved you so much. But she knew she had to let you go, no matter how painful it was.
She hugged you tightly, and you both breathed each other’s scent in.
You didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to let go of this warm relaxing place. You wanted to stay here. Forever.
“I love you so much.” She whispered against your ear.
Before injecting you with a syringe, making you sleepy and weak.
You fought with all your will against the slumber. Gripping as tightly as you could to her clothes.
But it was to no use.
You were exhausted. From all the crying or from whatever she put into your system.
She kissed you one last time. And the last thing you saw was her broken smile. Her glistening eyes. Full of love, sadness and longing, but most importantly, hope that you’d survive.
“I love you so much.” She whispered softly, her lips wavering. Kissing you one last time.
Caressing your soft face one last time.
You didn’t even have enough strength to tell her how much you loved her too.
Her warmth lingered on your skin, your eyelids came down. You barely felt the pull as your pod picked up speed.
While everything around you exploded and fell apart. Your home, your planet, your family.
You, you were put to sleep against your will. Heart clenched and hurting. Face dripping from tears and snot.
When you came to, you were wounded. All alone, on an unknown planet. You pulled yourself out of the wreckage, holding your body together. Before falling to your knees. The crashed pod on fire behind you. You could still feel the sadness, remembered when your mother had put you into the machine. You cried. Not because of your injuries, but from the pain of being separated from your mother.
You cried your eyes out, your breathing sounding more like a broken wheeze.
You hit the floor with your fist. Leaned your forehead against the burned grass.
A/n : In my head, R landed on earth during the night, so she wouldn’t have gotten any sun radiation to fuel her powers (yet). But then I found this gif… so… Meh!
How could she…
You shut your eyes close, tears and snot dripping your face.
While you screamed in anger and loss.
Before your body finally collapsed completely against the ground and you fell asleep, exhausted and in pain. Right there and then.
For whoever or whatever would find you.
Maybe you’d be lucky and not see the light of day. Killed and eaten by whatever creatures lived on this planet.
Lucky enough to join the rest of them into Rao’s light.
……
The needle of the syringe wouldn’t pierce your skin. Like it was hitting a hard surface.
“See? She has to be from Krypton.” Insisted Kara.
“Look again, just lower. Do Kryptonians have that?” Said J’onn as he entered the room.
Kara frowned. Then her sister side eyed to the waist.
“Use your X-Ray vision.”
So she did. And her eyes went wide. “Oh Rao! Oh Rao, why did you make me look? Couldn’t you have just told me? Oh my Rao!” She blushed and rambled while Alex simply laughed. As Kara tried to hide her face in her hands.
“So, do Kryptonians have that?”
Kara groaned and shook her head. Finally letting go of her face.
“No… At least… Not that I know of. So maybe?”
“Kara, just don’t get your hopes up, alright?” Sighed Alex.