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“ a super and a luthor getting along ! Smile for the cameras ! “ national city knows they are dating and they are trying not to blush to death

1. bargaining for more by sassymajesty

2. don’t wanna be your girl by faithtastic

3. Pie in the Sky by LingeringLilies

4. i’d give up forever to touch you by geralehane

5. Lasting Impressions by C_AND_B

Author: BloodInTheFields

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Ship: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer of Vengerberg

Rating: E

Summary:

Post Sodden Hill, Yennefer and Tissaia are back at Aretuza. One night changes their relationship forever.

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Author: journaliar

Fandom: Warehouse 13

Ship: Myka Bering/HG Wells

Rating: E

Summary:

“I was in the neighborhood?” Myka offers, glancing over her shoulder at the lumbering SUV parked against the curb before turning back to face Helena. “If a four hour drive counts as being in the neighborhood.” Instinct fix-it fic/ slight au.

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“That invitation looks swanky,” Lydia said, swiping a tube of gloss across her lips. “Wedding?”

“No, I wish. A wedding would be much less painful,” Cora replied, shoulders sagging. “It’s our annual family get-together.”

Cora owns a bookstore. Lydia is her employee. When the annual Hale family reunion invite calls for Cora to bring a plus-one, Lydia offers to play the part of her girlfriend.

Teen Wolf (TV)

Alfira and Lakrissa have my heart❤️

Kara’s eyes immediately flick to Lena. Their first kiss two days ago had been electric. Fireworks had been a cliché until her lips had met Lena’s, and the searing heat of their mutual desire had arced between them, and pooled warm and wanting in Kara’s belly. And now, Lena’s joy shines so brightly that Kara has to look away.

“Oh, I’m actually… well…” Kara trails off into nothing, smiling awkwardly as she fidgets with her glasses, ducking her chin.

Kara feels Lena’s disappointment before she even dares to glance back up. Her bright, beautiful smile noticeably dims, then returns as a shade of its former self, tight and forced. It’s hollow as she ducks her chin, hiding her sudden discomfort.

No one else seems to notice, but Kara’s stomach sinks further and further as the conversation continues. Lena contributes little, and it comes as little surprise to Kara when she feigns a glance at her phone some minutes later, and rises to her feet.

“Where are you going?” Sam asks immediately, her gaze sharp as it narrows in suspicion.

Lena waves off her concern. “Something’s come up at the office,” she says. “Sorry, but I have to go.”

Sam uncurls from her seat in Kara’s easy chair. “I’ll go with you…”

“No,” Lena returns, sharply enough that she visibly softens. “I’ve got it covered.”

A frown crinkles Sam’s features, but she settles back down onto the cushion. “Okay…”

“You ladies enjoy your night.”

Lena’s eyes land on Kara for a split second before swiftly sliding away. Shame coats the inside of her throat, her chest, keeping her rooted to the floor just wanting to melt into nothing. It’s not until the sensation of being watched pulls Kara’s eyes to her sister’s. Alex’s gaze is expectant, like Kara might be the one to explain what the hell just happened

Kara finds herself on her feet before the thought to follow Lena even registers. She swallows thickly as she crossed to the door, wiping her palms against her slacks before gripping the door knob and twisting it open. She spots Lena heading for the elevator, and finally, finally, Kara’s guilt shifts to panic.

“Lena!”

Lena pauses at the sound of her name, but doesn’t turn. Kara closes the distance between them with hurried strides, but curls her hands into fists to keep them from reaching out. “Lena…”

“It’s fine.” Lena’s assurance is terse, and plainly hollow.

“Clearly it’s not.” Kara doesn’t mean for it to sound so accusatory; she’d been the one who misspoke, by saying nothing at all.

Lena turns to face her, and Kara nearly flinches at the way her eyes glisten with tears. But Lena’s jaw remains tight with restraint, and her gaze won’t meet Kara’s.

“I know it’s not,” Kara amends. “It’s not okay. I just…” Her attempt to explain quickly trails off. She doesn’t know why her gut clenches with shame at the thought of telling others about the moment they’d shared. She’d been fine sharing her relationship with Mon’el, eventually. She’d resented his blatant disregard for her wishes in telling the DEO at large that they were dating, but the tightness that coils in her stomach now is different. But why??

“Look,” Lena says shortly, “I—I really enjoyed our night this week. And you were so into it I didn’t realize you weren’t ready to tell anyone else you’re gay. Unless it’s me specifically you’re ashamed of.”

“I’m not—”

“It’s not like I haven’t been where you are, Kara. I get  it. But the thing is, I am too old and too tired to be anyone’s dirty little secret. I’ve come too far for that.”

Kara’s mouth runs dry. She wants to rebut Lena’s claim—they, Lena isn’t a secret. But that was exactly what Kara had made her in that apartment, when she’d shied away from the truth. Not out of a desire for privacy, but from fear.

“So, whatever it is you’re hung up on," Lena continues. "Me, girls, or all of the above—figure it out before you decide to fuck me again.”

Instead she thinks she confessed and zoemira accepted and they're all dating

And ofc most of daily life looks p much the same bc these dumdums were codependent alr, but there's a smidge more physical affection

Zoemira think Rumi is more affectionate than usual bc she finally doesn't have to worry about her patterns

Rumi is a terminal bottom and won't initiate kissing, but also thinks that zoemira are being v respectful and careful of her boundaries since she used to be more skittish

It escalates on (what Rumi thinks is) their 1 month anniversary, when she comes to bed (bc they've been sharing a bed. "as friends".) in a jaw dropping purple lace teddy — she's tired of her girlfriends being respectful, she wants to be ravished goddammit!

Zoemira are dying — it's like throwing a starving man into a buffet and telling him he can't eat— but they figure this is Rumi finally feeling more confident in her body, etc. and compliment her

And promptly go to sleep.

(Mira forces herself into a coffin pose. Zoey is suddenly veryyyyy cuddly with her turtle plush)

Rumi keeps escalating:

"hey girls, which one of these (extremely revealing) dresses should I wear to that wrap party?"

"oops, silly me, I spilled all this water on my thin white tee, can you help me dry off?"

"Mira, I've been so sore lately, you said yoga helps, right? Am I doing this right?"

"Hey Zo, I'm having trouble enunciating the new rap verses - can you help me train my tongue? You know some good exercises, right?"

Zoemira are going crazy bc Rumi is everyone's type and she's not letting them forget it.

Eventually it comes to a head bc after a month of basically throwing herself at her girlfriends, Rumi hasn't even gotten a kiss on the lips, and she has to face the truth — her girlfriends don't want her. Her patterns must be too disgusting. Why would they want a liar and coward like her?

She comes to bed that night in sweats and a turtleneck (it's summer) and any relief zoemira feel at being given a breather from Temptation is overshadowed by concern.

Mira — our favorite blunt lovergirl — finally asks what's going on.

Rumi bursts into tears and sobs and babbles about how she's sorry she's not sexy but will they please please please kiss her anyways?