I'm CA.
Perpetually Confused, especially by playgrounds, popular culture, and people.
The problem with Maria is that she makes all the other nuns forget they're married to Jesus. Books, Baseball, Beer, Dogs, and Snow are "A Few of My Favorite Things".
Ava looks up from the album laid open on the kitchen counter, spoon in her mouth, open ice cream container within reach. The spoon makes a pop when she pulls it out of her mouth and she smiles at Deborah, who’s standing in the doorway, sleepy and adorable in her robe and zebra pajamas.
“Couldn’t sleep so I came down to smoke a bowl–outside, don’t worry.”
“How considerate.”
“I got distracted by this photo album. You know Gena Rowlands?!”
“YOU know Gena Rowlands?”
“Come on. I know things. She’s a MILF.”
Deborah yawns.
“Put that away, come on.”
“Can I have this one?” Ava asks, pointing at a picture of Deborah and Gena Rowlands leaning into each other and laughing. “I want to frame it and put it somewhere I can see it everyday.”
“No,” Deborah says and sighs, brow furrowed. “Come on, come cuddle with me.”
“I just can’t move past it, you know? The blonde power! It’s-it’s staggering!”
“Ava, come on!”
“Awe, do you need me in bed with you? Because you can’t sleep without me anymore?”
“You want to find out by sleeping in the guest room?”
Ava jumps off her stool and tosses the now empty ice cream carton in the trash.
“No, no, no! I’m coming, I’m coming!”
She runs up behind Deborah and briefly wraps her arms around her, kissing between her shoulders before inhaling deeply and then letting go. As she takes Deborah’s hand and walks with her upstairs, Deborah says, “You know, Gena and John were really into threesomes.”
“Oh that does not surprise me. I bet that’s the reason their relationship was that solid. You know?”
“I almost said yes.”
“I’m disappointed it was even a question, but, cool.”
For all the less popular writers. For the writers who don’t get much attention. For the writers who have a very small following, or no following. For the writers who don’t get a lot of notes or comments.
You are valid. You are brilliant. You are creating something unique and magical and all yours. No one would create it better. You are creating! You’re writing! That is a magic all its own, and all yours.
You are valued, and valuable, and good enough as you are.
It’s Saturday night. It’s Saturday night, and Alex is out, at dinner, with Sam once again. It’s happened every other Saturday since they separated Sam from Reign, since Sam was ready to go home to Ruby, since the Arias family’s life had returned to something resembling normal. First because Sam felt she owed Alex her thanks, then because she owed her guilt, and this time because she owed Alex whiskey and a stressless night.
The fact that Alex hasn’t gotten laid in ten months, three weeks, and four days is not on the radar at all. Just like the fact that Sam has the lean muscular build of an Olympic pole vaulter, the smile of a makeup model, and the brain of a Rhodes’ Scholar is not on the radar at all. Neither is the way her long fingers wrap around her wine glass, not the teeth that close around her bottom lip, nor the enormous kindness in her heart Alex has seen time and again since Ruby stumbled into her at the waterfront.
None of that is important. Not at all. Because this is not a date, and Sam is not into women, and Sam has been through massive trauma and needs nothing but stability and support and a happy and healthy daughter.
Dinner ends late, as it always does, and Sam steals the check, as she always does.
“Lena pays me an outrageous amount and you know it,” she says, nimble fingers yanking the folder out of Alex’s grip, and Alex coughs past her suddenly dry mouth. “Besides, I’m the one who asked you to dinner. It’s only fair.”
“Yeah, but–”
“Nuh uh.” Sam whips her credit card out and levels a look across the table, accompanied by a pointed finger, and Alex shrinks back into her seat with her hands up.
“Can’t argue with that,” she says, toasting with her mostly-empty glass and draining what’s left of it.
The restaurant is fancy, the building dark and quiet and the waiters carefully absent almost the entire meal, and the valet appears the moment they step outside. He whisks the ticket out of Sam’s hand and disappears, leaving them to wait in the cooling air that draws a shiver out of Sam.
“Hold on, here,” Alex says, shrugging out of her jacket automatically and wrapping it around Sam’s shoulders. “I’m suddenly glad you insisted on driving. This would have been terrible on a motorcycle.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sam says. She burrows into Alex jacket, tugging it tightly around her shoulders, and leans closer to Alex. “I know you have an actual car. The bike is just for show.”
“What can I say? I like to act like I’m cool.” Alex shoves her hands into her pockets and crooks her elbow out for Sam to wrap a hand around. “Your kid thinks I’m awesome.”
“You are,” Sam says softly, hand tight around Alex’s elbow. There’s a weight to her grip, pulling Alex around to face her, and in the next moment Sam’s lips are on hers, warm and soft and confident, Alex’s mouth moving easily against hers in a way that is hasn’t since Maggie, since an engagement, since saying goodbye.
Alex wrenches back, an exaggerated step pulling her out of Sam’s orbit and nearly dislodging the jacket draped over her shoulders. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have–”
“What?” Sam stares dumbly at her, shrinking into the jacket, cheeks too red even for the cool fall air. “Why are you– I’m the one that– I kissed you.”
“I shouldn’t have– you’re not interested in me– I didn’t meant to presume,” Alex rushes out, hands shoving further into her pockets. “I’m so sorry.”
“Alex,” Sam says slowly. “Did you think I wasn’t going to kiss you eventually?”
“What?” Alex blinks back at her, the chilled air on her arms forgotten.
“This is the third date, I thought– I’m sorry if it’s too fast, I know that after Maggie–”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Alex says hurriedly. “The what now?”
“Third date,” Sam draws out after a long moment. “We went to the burger place on the water, and then the Italian place last weekend, and then this.”
“Those were dates?”
Sam stares at her, eyes widening slowly and jaw going slack. Her cheeks go dark and she slaps a hand over her mouth. “I thought– I asked you out, you said yes, I thought that you knew I was– you didn’t know?”
“This was a date?” Alex squeaks out, the tips of her ears going hot, and she wishes briefly for an alien to attack the whole block right that moment to give her a reason to disappear for maybe forever. “You were– those were dates?”
Sam sucks in a deep breath, and then another, and pushes her way up to standing more straight, shoulders more sharp, pulling her way up to her full height. “I asked if you wanted to go out to dinner sometime. And you said yes.”
“I thought you meant as friends! I didn’t even know that you were gay!”
“I mean, I’m not, for whatever that matters,” Sam says with a wave of one hand. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not into women, and it sure as hell doesn’t mean I’m not into you.”
“Oh, God,” Alex mutters, hands pushed against her cheeks and stomach twisting around itself. A black hole opening up under her would be so convenient right now. “I thought that you were just–friendly, and scared of being back in the world.”
“I like you,” Sam says slowly. “Romantically. And this is the third date we’ve gone on. At least by my count. Not counting every time you came to my house to hang out with my kid and crashed on our couch after drinking with me until two in the morning.”
““Oh, God,” Alex mumbles again. “I can’t believe– I just assumed you weren’t into me, I thought you were just being nice because Maggie and I broke up–”
“A year and a half ago,” Sam says drily. “I like you. And want to date you. So can I kiss you again?”
“Oh,” Alex says, voice weak and faint, just like her ankles and knees and entire spine, to be honest, because Sam is within arm’s length again, being tall and beautiful and composed like she always is, being smart and eloquent and Sam and talking about how she wants to kiss Alex again. “Yeah. Let’s try that again.”
“Great,” Sam says softly. Her hands curl around Alex’s hips, palms warm against her chilled skin, and her chin drops when Alex’s arms wind around her neck and then they’re kissing, again, for real, lips moving warm and easy against each other, soft and calm and weightless against the history of everything they’ve fought through. It’s easy and real, kissing Sam, and Alex pushes closer and holds tighter, not ready to let go yet.
I’ll answer both couples, but you’ll find there are a lot of similarities I think! also i apologize in advance for the level of thirst i’ve thrown in here. i cannot help it- i am GAY.
reigncorp
home: sam loves lena when she’s dressed down. relaxed. cozy. especially if that means stealing sam’s t-shirts and hoodies. there is just something about lena luthor in a worn t-shirt and yoga pants, or a hoodie with sleeves that are too long. no makeup, hair down in loose waves? just the carefree natural look that feels like it’s reserved just for her. i mean yeah she also is a big fan of lena in absolutely nothing but for practical purposes? relaxed and cozy.
lena is a sucker for sam in just a t-shirt and underwear- long legs fully on display. when her hair is up, the expanse of her neck poised and perfect for kissing. the way the tendon and sinew pull and stretch in thin lines. keep in mind sam is also a firm believer that bras have no place at home, so, a thin t-shirt and no bra? maybe lena stares a little.
honestly the pinnacle of all lena’s favorite sam looks? her legs. they’re impossibly long, tanned and toned. but other than that- sam in a cozy sweater and beanie. or when she’s being handy and she’s in old worn jeans and a tank top, sweat on her brow and a tool belt slung low on her waist. so what if she has some handysam fantasies, sue her.
out: sam is a big sucker for lena in a dress. the kind that has her spectacular collarbones on display (and if cleavage is part of that deal, she isn’t going to complain). also a high slit? show off that thigh, babe. anything that highlights her curves, form fitting and especially black because of the way it contrasts her skin.
for lena, it’s easy: sam in suits. fitted suits with a tie knotted at the collar. while she loves sam in heels bc of the delicious height difference, she also is a big fan of sam in boots or wingtips. a little bit of masculine flare to compliment her feminine features.
agentreign
home: listen, if you think canon hasn’t robbed us of alex danvers as a disheveled messy soft butch boifriend you’re wild. sam’s favorite alex is gray sweatpants and a sports bra alex. cozy t-shirts or the occasional cut off to show off those beautiful biceps (she’s gay, okay?!). alex at home also means her hair is down, sides of that undercut cropped close and perfect for scritches.
let me reiterate- when it comes to sam, everyone is all about the legs. i mean shit, wouldn’t you be?! (if you said no, you’re lying. imagine not having taste? cannot relate). there is something about sam in yoga pants that makes alex a little feral. she’s just so long. but sam in sweaters, cozy sweaters that maybe are a little baggy. or when she steals alex’s flannels and wears them barely buttoned around the apartment. lesbian lingerie, am i right?!
out: leather jackets leather jackets leather jackets - sam arias, probably. who doesn’t love alex danvers in a black motorcycle jacket, honestly? sexy. paired with black or blue jeans… boots… maybe a flannel, hoodie, or simple black t-shirt underneath? that’s sam’s favorite alex look for a more casual going out.
for more formal events? alex in a bespoke suit. none of these horrendous dresses canon continues to give us. in my headcanon world those don’t exist. rip to dresses but alex danvers has the range to wear a suit and still look feminine!!!
alex loves sam in a suit as well, but she’s also a big fan of dark skinny jeans and a top with enough buttons left open to show the tanned skin underneath. and sam doesn’t wear them often but dresses? long legs just out there for the world to see? she’s a simple dyke, okay?!
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