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rookieloveskashi · 1 year

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Remember What You Said

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, light angst, teasing, nipple play, vaginal sex, hurt/comfort, POV Kakashi

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: Kakashi's last homecoming was interrupted. How will he act when he finally gets to make up for lost time?

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It had been quite possibly the busiest, most frustrating two weeks of Kakashi’s life.

The mission for Squad Seven, at least, had been planned. In their first attempt at a C-rank mission since that mess in the Land of Waves, Squad Seven would be spending five to eight days traveling to and patrolling the western border of the Land of Fire.

Easy, routine work, but Kakashi was dreading it all the same.

Not just because he would have to be solely responsible for the three kids outside the familiar setting of the village. Not just because Naruto was sure to do something stupid and reckless with his boredom, or because that would force Sasuke to do something equally stupid and reckless to one-up the blonde knucklehead. And certainly not because Kakashi had gotten used to relaxing and reading while the genin did all the work of a typical D-rank assignment.

No, Kakashi was dreading it because it meant he would be away from you.

Squad Seven’s recent roster of D-rank work had meant that he only had to go a few hours—a day, maximum—without being able to spend time with you. It was, admittedly, one of the nicest things about you being a civilian.

Kakashi couldn’t say he’d ever pictured himself dating a civilian—though it would hardly be fair to say he’d spent much time picturing himself dating at all—but he had to admit it definitely had its benefits. Most importantly, he loved that you spent your days safely in the village, not out on dangerous assignments with threats lurking around every corner.

He didn’t have to worry about you getting hurt or being in danger where he couldn’t protect you.

Over the few months you’d been in a relationship—a phrase that still didn’t fail to bring a blush to his cheeks and butterflies to his stomach—Kakashi had built a routine upon return. He would drag his reluctant team to turn in the mission report, apologize for Naruto demanding another “more exciting mission,” and finally dismiss his students before heading out to find you.

Sometimes he would sneak up on you, prowl silently up behind you before gripping your waist and causing you to let out a surprised yelp. You’d swat at him, acting upset that he’d frightened you but laughing as you tried to wriggle away from him.

But no matter how many times he startled you, your smile gave away just how happy you were to see him back.

Until he saw that smile, he didn’t feel that he’d truly made it home.

After reuniting, it didn’t matter what the two of you did, as long as you were together. The early days of your relationship had been full of walks around the village, wasting away hours with flirty looks and easy conversation. He told you as much about himself as he was comfortable, and was happy to listen as you did the same.

The relationship grew steadily, Kakashi falling into deeper feelings than he really thought he was capable of. And so, he continued to push himself; sharing more of the uglier details of his life despite worrying that each new revelation would be the thing that scared you off.

After you’d heard it all, you looked right at his deep, charcoal eye and promised him that he didn’t scare you.

His mask was down around his neck and his lips were on yours without Kakashi sparing a second for consideration. In that moment, kissing you was the only thing he wanted to do. And since that moment, he’d only wanted more.

Over a month had passed since that first kiss, and he’s certainly gotten more.

The intimate aspect of your relationship was still relatively new, but both you and Kakashi were enjoying the process of learning each other’s likes and dislikes. It wasn’t as if he’d never slept with anyone before, but his infrequent previous experiences had all been impersonal; just relieving stress and getting off without any further expectations.

But with you, it was different. It was better, and he wanted to be better for you, too.

To that end, Kakashi was very happy to find that his proficiency in learning new skills translated to tailoring his moves to your preferences. He had already mastered just where to kiss your neck to make you shiver, and exactly how to angle himself to make your toes curl.

Kakashi had told himself for so long that he didn’t need that personal aspect in a relationship—or, that he really didn’t need any relationship at all. But he couldn’t ignore the difference that those feelings made, the impact so much more than his younger self ever dared to expect.

Now, he only needed to convince himself to stop focusing on the fear of losing this amazing thing he’d found with you. He could feel himself beginning to rely on you for all the things he used to look for only in himself: comfort, reassurance, support.

And love, although he hadn’t been brave enough to admit that last one to himself yet.

So after Squad Seven finished their patrol mission, Kakashi’s mind was miles ahead of him. Thinking of being with you was the only thing keeping him sane while, despite the promotion in mission rank, his team bickered in front of the Hokage for the hundredth time.

But this time, when Lord Third dismissed the genin, he asked Kakashi to stay back. Kakashi expected a short lecture on Naruto’s outbursts, or maybe Lord Hiruzen would ask about Sasuke and whether he was adjusting to the team dynamic.

But no. Old Man Third immediately handed Kakashi another mission. A-rank. With two other jōnin. Following up on reports of a rogue ninja spotted too close to Konoha.

And he was to leave as soon as possible.

Now, normally, Kakashi didn’t have much reason to delay—especially not when it came to an upper-rank mission. But he didn’t want to leave without seeing you, even if only for a minute.

Turned out, that was a huge mistake.

You’d been home, waiting for him with that gorgeous smile and a look in your eye like you couldn’t wait to get his clothes off. He swallowed heavily before explaining the situation, and although your expression melted into disappointment, you assured him you understood.

Then, you threw your arms around him and held him close as you kissed him, pressing your body against his chest and lining all the soft parts of yourself with the parts of him that were getting harder by the nanosecond. You opened your mouth for him and slid your tongue into his mouth, softly moaning into the kiss until you pulled away with that same look in your eye again.

“We’ll just have to make up for it when you get back,” you grinned, your eyes flicking down to his lap. Then you shooed him out the door with a wink. A fucking wink.

His mask sat a little higher on his face as he arrived at the gate, hiding his flushed cheeks from the other members of the team. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the memory of that kiss—and that wink.

You were on his mind for the entire journey to the destination. And you stayed on his mind as he made camp, went over the guard schedule for the night, and discussed potential battle formations. And oh, how you were on his mind as he tried to sleep.

Lying in the bedroll, Kakashi kept himself perfectly still. But his imagination was off and running the entire time, leaving him with a particularly lewd dream when he finally did drift off.

Now, as he and his team were dismissed after turning in their mission report, he was almost embarrassed at how eager he was to get his hands on you again. He was at your door in record time, hardly waiting two seconds after knocking the first time before trying again.

It hadn’t been his intention to jump right into sex. Honestly. But when you opened the door with that smile again, his instincts took over.

You didn’t even manage a full hello before his mouth overtook yours, his mask left in place in his urgency. He would have pulled it away, if his hands weren’t too busy grasping at your body and pulling you to his chest.

For a moment, you were too stunned to respond. Kakashi belatedly realized he had moved so fast, you might not have even been able to process what was happening. But then he felt your hands framing his face, holding him by his jaw, and his relief was so overwhelming that he could have melted right where he stood.

The connection between your mouth and his broke when you erupted into a fit of giggles. “Slow down, you silly man,” you smirked as you tugged his mask down to reveal his nose, lips, and chin.

The tight fabric snagged for just a second on his lower lip, making the flesh feel even more exposed. A shiver ran down his spine as your eyes focused directly on his mouth, hunger evident in your gaze.

“Well,” you lightly laughed, “hello to you too.”

Pure need was flowing in his bloodstream. Now that he was with you again, his body was ready to take what was, incredibly, his.

Kakashi pivoted to put your back against the wall. You gasped, but with so much lust in the sound that Kakashi wanted to taste it.

“I can’t slow down,” he growled, his heavy-lidded eye dark and feral. He swiftly descended to your neck, his lips greedily tasting every square inch of skin while his hips held you against the wall.

“Fuck, Kashi…” you moaned as you started to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “What’s gotten into you?”

Kakashi smirked against your throat, gently transitioning to soft kisses instead of the harsh and bruising way his mouth had been moving before. You giggled a little as he slowly made his way up the column of your throat until his mouth was settled next to your ear.

“You remember what you said, right Y/N?” His right hand caressed your side from the curve of your breast, down the valley of your waist and finally to settle on your ass. “You said,” he taunted you, “we would make up for the lost time when I got back.”

Then his right hand hooked under your thigh, lifting it up to his hip and pulling you impossibly closer to him while his hips ground his growing erection between your legs. Your grip on his hair tightened as you gasped in his ear.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that…thinking about you,” he admitted. “I need to touch you. I can’t wait any longer.” His fingers danced along your thigh, higher and higher until he could feel the heat between your legs on his fingertips. “Fuck, let me have you, Y/N.”

Despite the desperate and commanding tone he’d used, it was still a request; one you could simply refuse, and he would back off without question. But your eager nod came swiftly, followed by a breathy affirmation. “Yes.”

The rough fingers of his free hand pushed their way underneath your bra, immediately searching over the smooth skin until he found your nipple. Your fingers twisted in his roots and you whined as you threw your free hand back against the wall, using the leverage to press your hips harder into his.

“That’s right,” he grinned as he rolled your nipple between his callused fingers. He could hear the material of his gloves stretch as the muscles in his hand worked over you, dragging the most gorgeous little noises from your perfect mouth.

Kakashi leaned his upper body back just enough to watch you writhe under his touch. The way that your mouth desperately twisted into needy shapes had him twitching in his pants. Desperately, he leaned forward to close the gap and took that pouty bottom lip between his own.

The kiss urged you on. You pathetically whined his name against his mouth, and your hands grasped at his shoulders while you clumsily maneuvered your other leg around him like you wanted to climb him.

Well, he could certainly help with that.

He moved his hands to your waist and picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a brute.

“Kakashi!” you laughed.

He carried you to the bedroom; normally a simple task, but today, it was more of a herculean feat, considering how your perfect ass bounced over his shoulder with every step he took. He couldn’t help but adjust his grip to squeeze the round flesh.

You gasped, but your desire was obvious to your observant boyfriend. He felt your skin get warm and flush under his fingers, and his mouth watered at the smell of your body preparing itself for him.

He was gentle as he put you down on the mattress, but he prowled directly over you—his chest barely an inch above yours—so you hardly had room to breathe. Then he crashed his lips into yours again, his body lowering just enough to close that space between you and feel you beneath him. After that time apart, it was like he couldn’t stand to be any further from you. Like something else would come along that would force him away from you.

Or something would take you away.

He shook off the thought, instead choosing to savor the taste of your skin, taut over your sharp collarbone. Fuck, he’d been thinking of every arc and angle of your body for so long that he was confident he could draw you from memory—Sharingan or no.

His hands knew every expanse of skin, but they were eager to reacquaint themselves. His fingers ran over your sides, the ticklish skin of your stomach, and the harsh curve of your hips.

Within less than a minute, he had your clothes and his in a messy heap on the ground. Precum was already leaking from his sensitive red tip, and the arousal already waiting to welcome him inside of you was irresistible. He couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his cock and lazily pump while his eyes ran over your skin.

“Do you have any idea what you did with that little display before I left?”

He’d already gotten you so worked up, your brow furrowed as you tried to follow his question. But he didn’t need you to answer. That look on your face was more than enough.

Kakashi took his hand away from himself and instead leaned back down over you. He readied himself at your entrance, rubbing himself between your legs and causing you to squirm underneath him.

He settled his mouth right by your ear, groaning low sounds of pleasure as his cock slid along your folds. “You drove me out of my mind, baby.”

You shuddered in response, and he couldn’t hold back the smirk that bloomed across his face. “Was that what you wanted?” he teased. “Kissing me like that, making me want you so bad I had to fuck my hand in the middle of the woods?”

You reached up and grasped his hair by the roots, your entire body vibrating at his comment. “Fuck, Kashi, please…”

“Did you touch yourself when I left?” he panted, adjusting himself so the veined shaft of his cock slid back and forth over your clit. High-pitched whimpers rolled off your lips as you lifted your hips to increase the friction.

“Answer me, sweetheart,” he cooed.

“Yes,” you whispered, nodding against his arm.

The smile that spread across his face was predatory. “And did you think about me when you touched yourself?”

“Mhmmm,” you whimpered.

His resolve was starting to crumble. He pictured you, lying in bed and thinking of him, wanting him so badly you needed to touch yourself for relief. The soft, tender core of his heart warmed at the image, stunned that you would do that for him, while the more perverse depths of his mind wanted you to do it again—wanted to watch you do it.

“Poor thing.” He slid his left hand under the small of your back, arching you to the perfect angle so he could line himself with your entrance and tease his tip right at the opening. “I really do have a lot to make up for.”

Kakashi gripped your hip with the hand below you, tugging you down and splitting you open as his cock sunk into you. The feeling of that soft, warm flesh hugging his cock made him moan out. Your name tumbled off his lips, morphing into a groan of pure pleasure as your pussy adjusted to his presence and your nails bit into the skin of his back.

“Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good.”

You hooked your right leg around his left, a gesture so intimate and tender that he wanted to give you everything. He nuzzled his face into your neck and sucked at your skin as he worked your entrance. He started a slow pattern of pulling back, leaving only the head of his cock inside you before pushing back in, deeper and deeper each time.

His free hand cupped the side of your face that he wasn’t currently worshipping with his mouth. This was what he’d been looking forward to. This was what that last mission had robbed him of, and for a split second, he was annoyed all over again at the sudden back-to-back work he’d been assigned. But then your thighs squeezed down on him at the same time as he bottomed out, and his mind recentered to this blissful place he was lucky enough to finally find.

Kakashi angled himself to hit your g-spot as he moved his mouth down your neck. Moving his hands down to the sides of your torso, he held you relatively steady as he kept kissing lower. He hummed as he brought his face between your breasts. Then he shifted his hands just enough to press the full flesh of your breasts into his cheeks.

You shrieked with delight at his goofy gesture, but he swiftly turned that sound into one of pleasure when he sucked your right nipple into his mouth.

Kakashi loved every bit of your body, but your chest was probably his favorite. Whether he used his palms, fingers, lips, teeth, or tongue, he loved playing with your soft tits and your stiff, sensitive nipples.

“Kakashi,” you panted and clutched at his thighs. “Please, move faster.”

His tongue circled the pebbled flesh of your nipple, teasing it until it was hard enough for him to gently take between his teeth. You gasped and scrambled your hands along his back, but it only made him want more. He bit a little harder before flattening his tongue and licking a soothing stripe over your nipple, only to pull away from it with a kiss and repeat the whole process on the other one.

“Fuck, Kashi!” You rolled your hips beneath him, clumsily searching for more stimulation to match the treatment your tits were getting. He finally took pity on you and followed your instruction, fucking into you faster and deeper. He moved his hands down to your hips, his fingers digging in as he started pulling you in to meet the rhythm of his thrusts.

With a pop he pulled his mouth away from your breast, moving back to your neck. He felt the vibrations of your vocal cords as you moaned and whined, high-pitched sounds escaping every time he pressed deep enough to fill you completely.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he groaned. “The way you feel—fuck, it was so hard being away from you for so long.”

Kakashi reached a hand up to grab the ledge behind the bed, his knuckles white from the intensity of his grip. But he needed it; needed that extra leverage to really wring every ounce of satisfaction from you.

You moved your hands to hug him around his shoulders. Everything you gave him only made him want more of you. He couldn’t believe that you wanted him, despite how tightly you were holding him and how you kept as much of your body in contact with his as possible.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

You immediately did as you were told, locking your ankles behind his hips and fully surrounding him with your body. He grunted at the access the new angle him, gripping your hip tighter as his skin slapped into yours.

It was bliss, but then he got an even better idea.

“Hang on tight.” He leaned back, bringing you with him and pulling you away from the bed. Your grip tightened, your body clutching to him for safety. But he wouldn’t let you fall. He sat you on his lap, his cock still fully inside of you as he roughly grabbed you by your ass.

Kakashi grunted as he started bouncing you on his cock. He used the power in his legs and his hold on your butt to really impale you with every thrust. You gripped his shoulders and let out a cross between a scream and a moan.

He dove for your mouth, kissing you hungrily and playfully nipping at your lips as he drove himself into you. He wrapped one arm completely around your body, his forearm resting over your ass and his hand seized your hip. You kissed him back just as vigorously as you moved one hand to tangle in his hair again. His tongue licked into your mouth in a slow display of adoration that sharply differed from the frenzied pace of his lower body.

With the one hand still clasped to your hip, Kakashi reached the other down between your bodies and started rubbing the tip of his middle finger over your clit. You mumbled a surprised squeal of pleasure against his mouth and he adjusted his efforts to what he knew would drive you crazy.

He wanted to keep going like this for the rest of the day, but it felt so good to be surrounded by you in so many ways, Kakashi couldn’t hold back much longer. Your teeth sunk into his lower lip as you whimpered and your body started trembling.

“That’s right,” he panted. “Cum for me.”

You tossed your head back as you cried out, your vaginal muscles spasming around him. Kakashi immediately latched his possessive mouth back onto your neck. He was out of his mind with lust, biting down on your pulse as he continued to fuck into you. He adjusted his hold so that both of his arms securely wrapped fully around you, then leaned forward to pound into you with all his strength.

You panted in time with his thrusts, trying and failing to catch your breath. “Ka—Ka—Kashi…”

“I’m almost there, baby,” he breathed. “Fuck, just hold onto me.”

Faster and faster, he frantically pumped in and out of you. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, holding on for dear life and whimpering as your body trembled around him. Your legs shook, your hands grasped, and it made him feel so wanted that he nearly let himself lose control.

Knowing that his end was quickly approaching, Kakashi sat back on his heels and pulled you up high enough for his dick to slide out of you. He brought you back onto his lap and tugged you close to wedge his cock between your bodies. Kakashi rubbed your pliant body against himself, shallowly rocking his hips for just that little extra bit of friction that pushed him over the edge.

Kakashi bit down on your shoulder as he came; low, throaty sounds vibrating off your skin. He felt his cock pulse as his cum shot out, adhering your body to his chest.

Sighing in bliss, he hugged you close and rolled onto his side, pulling you along. You burrowed into him as he laid on his back and bent your knee to swing your leg over his. He could feel as you breathed heavily, your breath fanning over his clavicle. Kakashi tightened his hold and tilted his head down to press a kiss to the crown of your head while his heart thumped its overworked rhythm.

You smiled against him and gripped his bicep, then nuzzled your face comfortably into his skin. Kakashi hummed in response, still happy to kiss every bit of you that he could reach.

The two of you laid there for a while, the only sounds in the room each of your satisfied breathing. As much as he loved the fiery, passionate act of having sex with you, it was this—laying together, holding onto each other, the continued feeling of desire simmering on your dewy skin—that let him know he was a goner.

Of course, it couldn’t last forever. As sexy and depraved as the idea was to him, Kakashi knew you wouldn’t want to go about the rest of your day with his cum drying on your skin.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he eventually suggested. Lazily, he allowed his eyes to flutter open, but his brow immediately lifted in a look of shock when he saw the purple bruise forming over your hip: deep, tender-looking splotches in the unmistakable shape of his hand.

“Shit, Y/N I’m so sorry.”

Groggily, you lifted your head from his chest and made eye contact. “What’s wrong? Do you need to leave again?”

“No, you…” he reached his left hand down to ghost over the discoloration. “You're hurt.”

“Hmm?” you turned your head down to follow his gaze.

Kakashi waited a very uncomfortable moment as you traced the bruise with your hand. With every passing second, his guilt doubled. How could he have let himself do that? Was he really incapable of not hurting the people he cared about?

He didn’t deserve to touch you.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You turned back to face him. The look in your eyes was sleepy and a bit confused. “I know you didn’t,” you answered, pressing an insistent kiss to his chest. “I’m not even hurt.”

But that couldn’t be possible. Not when the color of the bruise was still darkening, the blood from the traumatized area still pooling under your skin. No, you just hadn’t realized what he’d done.

And once you did, you would never let him touch you again.

“I didn’t realize how rough I was being,” he insisted. “Here, let me get you some ice.”

He shifted his weight to slide out from under you, but you held onto his arm with an insistent grip that he honestly hadn’t even known you’d been capable of. Trying to swallow his anxiety, Kakashi looked back at your face. Where he had expected to see anger, or fear, he only saw concern.

“Kakashi, I’m okay.” You gave him a little smile before you leaned over him and kissed his cheek. “I promise. Please, lay back down.”

He did as you asked, lowering his shoulders to settle back onto the bed. You snuggled against him, right back in the same position as you’d been in before. But he didn’t understand how you could still want to be so close to him after he’d put those bruises on you.

Weren’t you…afraid?

“Everything is okay,” you continued. “If it had really hurt, I would have told you.”

But his muscles were tense even as you continued to kiss lovingly over his skin. His chest felt tight, his heart starting a panicked rhythm.

Sensing how stiff and anxious he still was, you lifted your head and looked at him. “You haven’t done anything wrong, Kakashi.”

He bit down on the inside of his cheek and quickly looked away, but you put your hand on his cheek and gently coaxed him to turn back to you.

“Hey, you trust me, right?”

“Of course I do,” he responded. “I just don’t understand how you trust me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

The question struck Kakashi like a punch to the gut. You sounded so genuinely perplexed as to how trusting him would even be an issue.

Like a cold-blooded friend-killer could just implicitly deserve your trust.

He leveled his gaze at you. “You shouldn’t have to think too hard for a reason,” he dryly replied.

The look in your eyes somehow softened and hardened at the same time. Softened for him, but hardened on his behalf. “Kakashi, I know you'd never hurt me.” You grabbed his hands and brought them to your mouth, kissing his knuckles before holding both of his palms to your sweat-slicked chest. “I feel safe with you.”

Kakashi’s entire body flushed bright pink at your words. You knowingly smiled at him before you leaned in and lightly kissed the tip of his nose. Pulling away, you looked right at his onyx eye.

“I trust you, and I love you.”

Love.

That was what made everything different with you; what existed between you. He hadn’t consciously acknowledged the feeling, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed it there. It had been burning in his chest for longer than he thought might be appropriate or normal. But hearing you say it meant he couldn’t avoid it any longer.

He didn’t want to ignore it one second more.

“I love you too.”

You gently gasped, then looked seriously at him. When you spoke, it was barely over a whisper. “You do?”

Kakashi smiled as he gently cupped the back of your head and pulled you within reach of his own mouth. He pressed a chaste yet loving kiss to your mouth before pulling back and meeting your eyes again. “Yes, I do. I love you.”

Unrestrained joy colored your face and your mouth stretched into a smile so bright, it would rival the sun. “I love you,” you repeated.

He opened his mouth to say it again, prepared to be trapped with you in an infinite loop of love confessions. But you kissed him again before he spoke, settling your body over his and kissing him with giddy insistence.

With a hum, you pulled away and nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder again. “Let’s clean up a little later,” you smiled. “I want to stay like this a little longer.”

His arms wrapped confidently around you. “We do have lost time to make up for.”

You laughed a tiny sound as you hugged him back. “Exactly.”

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harlowcomehome · 11 months

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GONZAGA JEREMY:

This work is based off of Jeremy from WMCJ.

Spokane, Washington wasn’t exactly where you thought you’d end up going to college but life always had a funny way of surprising you.

You were usually the shy type, kept to yourself a lot, and didn’t want to cause a scene. Jeremy was the opposite, his energy demanded the attention of everyone around him. It wasn’t because he asked for it or even wanted it (for anything other than basketball), his energy was just magnetic.

You were assigned as lab partners during one of your prerequisite courses and you were nervous initially.

He was tall, funny, and easy to look at which made it so hard to focus and he was charming, oh so charming. You had a small crush on him, but you never made it known. You were the opposite versions of one another which made you apprehensive.

“Y/N?” He chuckled, his blue eyes still distinct through his goggles.

“Sorry,” you smiled as you handed him the scalpel.

“No sweat” he shrugged as he cut open the lifeless organism you were working on, the both of you squeamish at the sight.

“Jeremy?” You looked at him as the color drained out of his face, his legs buckled and he fell to the ground. The teacher thought he was joking at first, it wasn’t until the pure panic on your face was evident that the professor called for a campus nurse.

When the class ended you waited with Jeremy who was wildly embarrassed but overall okay.

“You didn’t have to wait with me” he blushed, pushing up the ice pack that was now wrapped around his head.

“I wanted to” you hummed, reaching up to reposition the ice pack for him.

“This isn’t going to affect your game on friday right?” You worried, knowing how much basketball meant to him.

“If I’m still playing after this” he pointed to the scar on his knee, “a bruised forehead is nothing.”

You had never noticed the scar, and he recognized the worry on your face.

“Torn ACL” he clarified before stopping to slide a infrapatellar strap across his knee.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Not at all! I just have to be weary of it.” He smiled. “However, I think you owe me smalls. I mean I did faint on your behalf” he grinned.

He had started calling you that when you got paired up together, you argued that anyone was “small” in comparison to him but you secretly liked the nickname.

“I owe you huh? How is it my fault you’re squeamish?” You smirked as the two of you walked down the hallway together.

“You owe me because you would’ve done the same thing but I saved you the embarrassment” he chuckled and you giggled knowing he was right.

“Come to my game?” He blushed, his hands were notably trembling.

“Of course! Its only right since I owe you! ” You smiled as you two went your separate ways. Truthfully you planned on going before he had asked you but you weren’t going to admit that.

When friday came along you and your two close friends Jordyn and Adrienne went to the game. The three of you found a spot on the bleachers to sit while the game started.

When the players entered the stadium the crowd went wild.

“So what guy has you showing up and dragging us to basketball games?” Adrienne snorted as she watched your eyes light up.

“You really have to ask that?” Jordyn teased as Jeremy spotted you in the crowd, smiling and giving you a wave.

“You guys! Stop ” you scoffed and playfully rolled your eyes, before waving back at Jeremy.

“Wow! You got Jeremy’s attention huh?” Adrienne chuckled. “Nobody has ever got that man to focus on anything other than shooting hoops.”

You couldn’t help but smile knowing maybe you had changed that for him.

When the game was over you waited for Jeremy, outside the locker room. Your friends kept a safe distance away from you.

“Hey!” He walked over to you, his curls were sweaty and pushed back with a bandeau headband. You could tell he was exhausted by the way his eyes looked and the way his gym bag was falling off his shoulder. He changed out of his uniform, he was still wearing shorts but he had socks pulled up to his very defined muscle-toned calves. He had some slides on and a college basketball hoodie.

“Hi,” your eyes scanned him before you giggled as he gave you a big hug. “You’re really good Jer!”

“Thank you. My goal is to be the next Steve Nash. Just maybe not Canadian” he rambled a lot especially when he was nervous but you found it charming. You giggled at his awful joke nonetheless.

He smiled wide, it didn’t take long for him to notice your giggling friends standing in the distance. He motioned for them to come over to you and they didn’t hesitate.

“Hey, Jeremy!” Jordyn waved and Adrienne shyly smiled.

“Hey! So, me and some of the guys are going to go eat at this local vegan place off campus, do you three wanna come?”

“Vegan?” Your brows furrowed.

“I promise the options are endless” he wanted you to come but he didn’t want to be pushy. “We go a lot because Marcus is a vegan. He’s super health conscious ” he pointed to his friend who waved at the three of you.

“I’m down!” Adrienne replied and Jordyn agreed.

“Do you guys wanna ride with me? Or I can text you the address?”

“Text me?” You smiled and he nodded, before joining his friend group and telling you he’d see you in a few minutes.

“So Jeremy huh?” Jordyn giggled and you did too.

“He’s really cute right?” You bit your lip as the three of you giggled as you walked out to Adrienne’s car.

“And he’s definitely going pro” Adrienne chimed in.

“No doubt” you smiled.

That night changed everything, the dynamic between you and Jeremy was no longer awkward lab partners. The two of you quickly became inseparable, joined by your friends a lot of the time but inseparable regardless.

You spent time at the court with him practicing, you went to all of his games, even the away games. You never expected to be the girl who would make custom shirts with his jersey number on it, but there you were sitting in the stands rocking a bedazzled number 13.

Jeremy was no doubt going to make it big, you knew he was made for this, some would say even “born” for this. You didn’t care so much about his career, you just loved Jeremy for who he was and who you were when you were with him.

He had two more games this season, one home game and one away game. Tonight being the home game, Jeremy was abnormally nervous and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Are you okay?” You asked as the two of you walked hand-in-hand towards the stadium.

“I wasn’t going to tell you because I didn’t want it to be a big deal but- “ he was grinning, which was a good sign. He let go of your hand and was procrastinating by taking a sip of his kombucha that Marcus had no doubt recommended.

“Tell me!” You poked at his side knowing he was ticklish.

“Baby!” He chuckled, holding your hand away from him with his free hand. “You almost made me spit out my kombucha!”

“Good! It’s stinky anyway” you teased making him roll his eyes at you. He put the lid on it and threw the bottle into a nearby trash.

“Tonight’s game and next weekends game will have some NBA scouts” he whispered but you screamed making him laugh as you jumped into his arms.

“Baby! Shhh!” He chuckled as he swung you around, your legs gravitating to his waist immediately. The two of you kissed , not caring who was around.

“I got a heads up from coach but not everyone did” he whispered and you nodded, kissing him once more before jumping down from his waist.

“I like when you wrap your legs around me like that” he smirked as you walked into the stadium.

“Save that energy for after you get this win” you teased before you went your separate ways.

Jeremy showed out as always, the game went well and you spotted the NBA scouts almost immediately. You tried to keep an eye on them, hoping you’d notice of they were watching Jeremy but you couldn’t necessarily tell.

The last game of the season was the following weekend, Jeremy‘s parents both decided to come and watch and you luckily brought Jordyn with you as you four sat together.

Jeremy’s parents were just like him, down to earth and very kind people. His dad was always really hard on him, but Jeremy assured you it was just “tough love.”

Jeremy seemed off to you, he had came inside and walked over to the bleachers with everybody prior to the game. He was dripping in sweat, his hands were clammy, and even his mom pointed out that some thing seemed off.

Jeremy hadn’t told them about the talent scouts, he didn’t want the added layer of intimidation as he was trying to focus. He asked if he could talk to you privately before the game so you followed him into the hallway.

“What’s wrong Jer?” You knew something didn’t feel right.

“I’m freaking out, I can’t do this y/n.” The genuine look of fear, and panic was painted across his face. “ I’m going to fuck everything up.”

“Jeremy, baby, that’s just the anxiety talking” you softly grabbed his face, making him look at you.

“I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel right about today.” He swallowed, sweat dripping from his hair and down his face.

“Baby, you got this! You’re the best player out there!” You kissed him and he suddenly felt okay again. He checked the time and told you he had to go, kissing you one last time before you joined everyone else again.

“Is he alright?” Jeremy’s mom was worried noticing he didn’t seem like his usual self.

“Just nerves” you smiled as you sat back down beside Jordyn.

The game was going well, Jeremy’s team was winning and the other team was growing noticeably frustrated at that.

Jeremy had seemed to rid himself of all the nerves he had felt earlier in the day, being the person making most of the shots.

It wasn’t until the third quarter that everything went wrong, Jeremy went to shoot the ball but was purposely sabotaged by a member on the other team. When he went to jump, the other player got rough with him causing Jeremy to fall.

It was the fall, heard round the stadium.

You felt like you couldn’t physically hear his bones cracking, which wasn’t true in the slightest but you knew something was terribly wrong when the stadium grew silent.

The game was halted and the coach, players and referees were crowded around him. Jeremy’s parents, Jordyn and yourself made your way to the court as fast as possible.

Jeremy was on the ground, rocking back-and-forth as he held his knee. His entire face was red, the veins in his neck prominent as he tried to control the pain.

Everything felt like a blur, you initially assumed he was holding the knee that had been previously injured.

“It’s his other knee” his dad gasped and you realized he was right.

The medical staff made everyone make room, they helped Jeremy onto a stretcher. He was in so much pain that he couldn’t speak and you and Jordyn agreed to ride with his parents to the hospital.

After an hour Jeremy was stable and on enough medication that he wasn’t in any immediate pain.

You urged his parents to go see him first of course leaving you and Jordyn to wait in the waiting room.

“Does this mean he can’t…?” Jordyn was afraid to ask.

“I don’t know” you sadly replied. “Jeremy will be heartbroken, if this means…” you didn’t want to say the words either.

When Jeremy’s parents finally came out of the room you could tell they had been crying. His mom told you his room number and Jordyn agreed to stay with his parents.

“Jer?” You turned the corner to room 219.

“In here” he mumbled, his voice still groggy from the medicine.

“Jeremy, baby! I’m so glad you’re okay” you kissed him but he didn’t reciprocated, so you assumed it was the medication.

“I’m not okay” he replied coldly.

“I mean, I know you’re not okay but I just mean-“

“You mean what? You’re glad I’m not dead? I didn’t get into an accident. I tore my ACL. A fucking second time” he was clearly upset, but you had no idea why it seemed directed at you.

“Jeremy? I know that. I was just worried about you and said the wrong thing” you mumbled, feeling silly now.

“You know this entire thing is your fault right?” His eyes that usually looked at you with adoration seemed so cold and uninviting.

“My fault? I didn’t trip you Jer- what are you taking about?”

“I told you something was off and you forced me to play anyway. I should’ve followed my gut. This is your fault.” He was silently crying now.

The repeated sentence or blame was killing you inside.

“I didn’t force you to do anything! You don’t mean that” your lip quivered and your voice cracked.

“I do.”

“Jeremy, that’s not fair.”

“I think we should break up. I never want to see you again” a single tear fell from his eyes.

“Jeremy? Stop!”

“Go! Leave!”

You were in shock and devastated. You left the room with tears running down your face.

Jeremy hated knowing he hurt you but with no chance in sight of a basketball career ahead he felt like he was saving you the embarrassment in the long run.

“Who wants to be with a loser like me anyway?” He mumbled to himself before crying until he fell asleep.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jeremy x reader #Jeremy WMCJ #WMCJ concepts

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annasinterests · 10 months

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southern nights

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okay y'all. . . hear me out on this. . . i know southern nights by allen toussaint/glen campbell came out in the 1970s but it's sooo rdr2,, moreover i cannot HELP but think ab it in conjunction with my lovely rugged cowboy(friend) arthur morgan <3 also this is lowkey kinda long but i love it with all my heart so pls b gentle w meee

i will say that this is pretty self-indulgent and wrote it with the idea of a female reader (specifically for like one detail) so if this isn't what you're looking for i apologize :(

so like.. imagine this song playing at either camp from dutch's gramophone or at a bustling saloon in like saint denis (honestly what i imagine more in this scenario so that's what we're rolling w here) and the whole gang is there either drunk or tipsy or whatever

you've always had a thing for arthur as long as you can remember but always kept it to yourself because you'd actually die if it got out- you'd absolutely never hear the end of it from all the women and you'd hate if arthur got teased for it by the men

so you get a couple drinks in you and for most of the night you've been sitting by mary-beth and sadie while the other girls have been up on their feet all night dancing to all the other songs

every now and then your eyes wander to arthur and you smile at how cute he looks when he smiles and laughs with the other guys like john and charles and javier

and how handsome he is with his new short haircut and how he's dressed in all black with his sleeves rolled up and a few buttons left undone that exposed his chest in a way that made your cheeks warm up

and how the lighting also makes him look ten times hotter as if you didn't believe he could get more attractive???? but clearly it was possible

so when the song comes on everyone just lights up and gathers 'round and you see that molly and dutch are clasped together and so are john and abigail and the rest of them find their rhythm in the music

normally you'd frown at when even sadie and mary-beth left you to go join but you had enough alcohol in your system that it didn't even phase you

in fact, you were smiling and giggling at all of them, seeing that this was your family- as fucked up it got sometimes- and for once, everyone was able to let loose

and just when you thought that you were safe on the sidelines tonight, arthur swoops in and holds his hand out to you with the sweetest look

"c'mon, s'no fun without you!"

he makes you laugh when you hesitate by saying you get a free pass to step on his feet if it's the dancing part you're worried about

which it's not but you'll use the excuse and take his hand that perfectly encases yours

he throws you both right in the middle of it all and takes the lead into a foxy routine* which you fall into very easy, because again, it wasn't dancing that was the issue

and he seems to pick up on that very quickly but doesn't say anything because he's so focused on making sure he doesn't step on your feet and holding you and twirling you around and being enamored by how your skirt flares out every time like a princess

at one point when he pulls you back in after twirling your body is pressed right against his briefly and you don't notice the way he gets a little flustered because of.. well.. everything else going on

but his grin remains wide and he feels a flutter and ache in his chest and its not because of the alcohol

more than halfway through the song you get a little boost of confidence and slide your hand over his shoulder to wrap your arm behind his neck and you know it affects him by the way his arm snakes around your waist more

and you're both oblivious to how the whole gang immediately notices your proximity and how all the girls are giggling together while the guys are looking on with wicked smiles cause they know their boy's been sweet on you for a hot minute yets been too scared to be bold ab it incase you didn't feel the same (which couldn't be farther from the truth)

and once the song ends neither one of you really want to pull away but you do and he absolutely refuses to leave you alone for the rest of the night because he knows that something's started and he's determined to finish it at the end of the night before tomorrow comes and washes it away

so if you want another drink? it just so happens that so does he. he actually goes and either gets one with you or for you at the bar

you wanna talk to the girls? oh, he'll be around them too, taking all their (light-hearted) jabs at him just so he can be near you

when the gang rounds up again in a circle just to simply drink and converse, he's right there at your side again, standing so close his shoulder is constantly brushing against yours

and because you've all perhaps over-indulged in some adult beverages, of course you find yourselves huddled together and up in each other's personal bubbles, leaning in real close when someone talks because that's what everyone does when they've drank too much

so arthur places a gentle hand on your back to make sure that you're just in the circle as much as everyone else is, but also because he just really wants to keep you connected somehow

before you know it, you're relaxing into his shoulder as his hand rests on your waist again and it just feels so damn normal. like this is how it's always been

you feel yourself slipping and giving in, but you know he is too because of how you can feel his heart thumping against you and damn near out of his chest

while he enjoys the company and the time being had together, he feels the night dragging on and he's so desperate to get you alone

and he finally thinks he gets the chance when dutch hints at the idea that they should start rolling out to get back to camp and feels a nervousness building up

but you catch him off-guard when you take his hand and sneak away through a sidedoor to an alley while no one is looking and he laughs out of pure surprise

"what're you doin?"

"well one, i don't wanna leave yet. two, i know that wagon ride home is gonna be downright loud and obnoxious. and three, i'd rather be with you, so... walk with me?"

you're all smiles and so is he, and you stroll aimlessly around the town that seems to be busy at all hours of the day, hand in hand

you find yourselves near the outskirts of the town near the river when he starts to speak up and tell you how much fun he had and how good it was to see everyone getting along, as well as poking at you for being so hesitant to get up and dance since you did so well with him

you agree with him on the first two things and simply brush off the last bit, insisting that you had no idea what he was talking about, but you both knew it was just an act

he starts to say something else and then goes quiet and slows down, slightly tugging your hand to bring you back to him, which causes you to look at him with concern

he's trying to find the right words to say that every time he sees a pretty flower he wants to pick it and give it to you

that every time he leaves camp he makes it a point to see you last just so he can see your face and hear your voice because he doesn't know how long it'll be until he can do it again

that he notices every little thing you do and has written so many things for you and about you in his journal

that when you look at him, he doesn't ever want you to look away

and you're not making it any easier on him by looking ridiculously adorable while being incredibly confused and concerned, your eyebrows knitted upwards with expressive eyes that are twinkling under the dim street lights

he's fumbling over his words but you're able to piece them together little by little, a sweet smile growing on your lips as his hands are fidgeting with yours

"arthur-"

he snaps his head up at you thinking he's crossed the line, but the fear eases when he sees that you're grinning at him and slowly closing the space between you two, placing your hands on his chest

the corner of his lip curls up and his eyes are flickering between yours as his hands find their way around you like they have been all night

"i like y-"

you didn't even have to finish the statement before his mouth was on yours in something sweet and passionate yet eager and needy

the breaks between kisses were few and short, completely engrossed in one another and trying to make the moment last forever

when you finally did separate, you were both smiling and letting out breathy chuckles, acting all giddy like the couple of kids that you were

he leans in to your touch when you put your palm on his cheek and kiss the other side, being able to feel the warmth that'd been there all night

"take us home, arthur."

he reaches for the hand on his cheek and turns his head to kiss it, then dropping them both down and intertwining your fingers as you begin to walk back to his horse, his voice filled with such love in a simple response

"yes ma'am."

goddamn do i love that cowboy. i literally told myself that i wasn't even going to write anything else besides my ongoing fic rn but i just have such a soft spot for arthur it's unreal. also if anyone wants to like, properly write this and make it a thing please feel free cuz i was just spit ballin' with this lmao- the only thing i ask is to be tagged because i wanna love and support u <3

*if you don't know what a foxy routine is, just look up that phrase on google or youtube and there are a ton of videos w so many variations of this dance! however i don't imagine is as a foxtrot (where there's more distance between u and ur partner) so there's that to clear up any confusion if there is any! <3

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x f!reader #arthur morgan drabble #????#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #rdr2 #rdr2 drabble #fluff #i love my cowboy bf #annawrites #annasmasterlist

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stevie-petey · 4 months

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Alright too much angst is going on here we need something sweet.

Steve is the kind of boyfriend to drop everything to tie bugs shoe if he sees it untied

Bug plays with Steve's hair to help him sleep. She also scratches his back. He'll lay between her legs with his head on her chest and just pass out. (And vice versa)

Steve has carried bug to bed after movie night and bug takes off his shoes and covers him with a blanket.

Steve loves how shy bug gets from the smallest act of intimacy or affection and would do anything to make her blush and see her giddy smile.

Bug has a habit of holding both of Steve's hands, she doesn't know why she just wants them both. Steve let's her with no complaints.

Steve has gotten used to bugs random spurt of energy at three in the morning and has answered all of her silly questions and listened to her ramble and anything and everything. He's started to look forward to them.

Steve has woken up in the dead of night because bug got out of bed. Yes he followed her wrapped up in a blanket pouting that he woke up alone.

Steve has put his head underneath bugs shirt to cuddle and she just lets it happen at this point.

Bug has tricked Steve into doing tests she heard about from her psych course, Steve still doesn't know.

Bug steals Steve's shirts, Steve steals her socks ( I hc bug to have cool nerdy socks because I do sue me)

Steve has learned bugs curly hair routine (let's be honest she has curly hair you can't deny it) and will often do her hair for her. Whether she wants it's straightened, curled, up, down, braids, doesn't matter he's learned and he'll do it.

Infact bug got injured and had to go to the hospital, Steve braided her hair so it wouldn't get tangled while she rested.

Steve gets sick easy, so every winter he's curled up in his or bug's bed begging to be babied and taken care of cause at the end of the day Steve's a baby girl and deserves princess treatment.

Steve gets jealous of Peter Parker, he has knocked over an action figure out of spite. He put it back don't worry.

Dustin third wheeling and turning movie nights into a sleepover. Dustin only did it to annoy Steve and bug but it's become a tradition. It makes everyone feel safe to be close together so they'll sleep in the living room together.

Bug falls in love with Steve more and more when she sees Dustin and Steve interact, and to see Steve be so nice to her brother and how much her brother loves Steve makes her heart melt.

Every time Steve sees a young couple with a baby he immediately imagines it's bug and him.

That also goes for any romantic movies the two watch. He sees bug everywhere.

Little do they know they both have a secret list of baby names that they've hidden away.

as the creator of bug and steve i approve this message ‼️‼️

(i will be stealing the two hands one. thats canon now and i will use it later on because its SO spot on)

(and steve 100% will later be like ok but if peter parker is ur dream boyfriend then what am i ? and bug goes ur my lover and he MELTS)

(and i love u anon u get bug and steve SO WELL)

#ask #anon #m speaks #ch insight #god tier #will come back to this :’)))

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cooliofango · 2 years

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Romantic HC for Reaper!!

Reaper Fluff Headcanons

Reaper/Gabriel Reyes x Reader

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Alright! It’s been a while since I’ve written for Overwatch characters so bare with me! It wasn’t specified what part of Gabe’s little timeline to do so I'm going to try a little bit of both Blackwatch and Talon era. I hope you enjoy this my beautiful requester of mine!

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Blackwatch/Gabriel Reyes

Okay, to start off, I picture Gabriel to be a lot more verbally affectionate with his lover than he would be as Reaper though I think that this is agreeable from nearly every point of view.

His favorite thing to do when waking up to start the day is tell you how much he loves you as you awaken as well. And if you’re already awake, it’ll be the first thing he says the moment he lays eyes on you.

Whispering sweet nothings to you when its just the two of you alone is a fun little hobby he’s picked up (bonus points if it pulls a blush from you). This goes for any occasion, including when you two are having a sweet moment together, having a more intimate moment together, or when you need to be cheered up in anyway.

That being said, this doesn’t exclude physical love as well, seeing as this is his personal favorite way to show affection.

It’s actually his go to way of showing he’s sorry if an argument occurs of if a recent risky mission had scared you and made you worry for his safety.

Gabriel is a big dude, so carrying you or just holding you to his frame isn’t a problem for him. Most of the time, you don’t mind it either. Being in his hold makes you feel safe.

Whenever you two cuddle, Gabe is always the big spoon. This is mostly cause his height and build make it almost impossible to be the little spoon for him. As stated before, you do not mind. Being so close in such a secure hold makes it easy for you to fall asleep snuggled against his chest in complete comfort.

Gabe is more likely to do and/or say something more cheesy in your relationship around this time and before his Blackwatch days if you have been together that long. Something like the arm around the shoulders as part of a stretch and a yawn act, kissing you in the rain when you get caught in it on the way back from taking a stroll around town, and other cheesy things you see in movies like that. Yes, this includes cheesy pickup lines and puns.

Talon/Reaper

Gabe is definitely more reserved after the explosion than he was before it. This mostly stems from the experiments that Moira had done on him and what he had become as a result of them. He doesn’t want to scare you or hurt you. You’re the last thing he has that is oh so precious to him.

To say the least, it takes a hell of a lot of reassurance to convince him to open up to you and show how he really feels.

He’s rarely verbal to you when it comes to affection. Physical affection takes full affect here. You’ll have to notice the little things a lot more than you usually would have in order to realize he is showing his love. This ranges from small touches and remembering to do little things for you each morning to gentle embraces when the two of you are alone.

He’s usually up and gone for his ‘work’ before you wake up, but he always makes sure certain things are done for you so you don’t have to bother with them when you finally awaken. Things like having the morning coffee ready and leaving little non-written reminders in certain places. For example, if you have an appointment that day, he’ll place whatever you usually write your events (like a booklet or calendar) on the counter top for you to see whenever you get coffee that morning.

Unless you’re in Talon already, he does his best to keep you separate from his work entirely. This pairs up with not wanting you to get hurt. You’re all that he has left in his miserable existence and he doesn’t plan on loosing you so soon.

If you are in Talon, he keeps a close eye on you at almost all times. This especially applies if you are on a mission together. You are the only thing he’d ever put above an operation if need be.

If you are ever harmed during a mission, he is usually the one to patch up your wounds in private. Yes, it would be more efficient if Moira or whatever other healer on their team patches you up, but he prefers to be the one to do it as a simple way to spend more time with you. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone else except for you.

If you were apart of Overwatch/are currently apart of Overwatch, things would be a bit iffy for him in the beginning. What if you were just getting close to him to bring him in? Reassurance is needed here once again and a lot of it.

He would show up to kill you after trying to convince himself that you are trying to deceive him and that he needed to kill all members of Overwatch as originally planned, but wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger when he got face to face. He curses himself for the feelings he felt for you in that moment but he never regrets it to this day when he holds you close as the two of you fall asleep.

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Aaand done! I stayed up at almost 11pm to write these while listening to 80s and 90s songs💃✨ Enjoy!

#requests open #reader insert #requests #request #headcanon #headcanons #overwatch x reader #overwatch #overwatch gabriel reyes #overwatch reaper #reaper x reader #gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #reaper

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seconds-not-decades · 2 years

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Tightrope {Five Hargreeves x Commission!Gn!Reader}

Summary: You and Five Hargreeves have been together through everything. You two met while working at The Commission and it was pretty much love at first sight. When the both of you return to 2019, Five gets swept up into the frenzied world of dealing with his siblings and trying to stop the apocalypse. However, in the midst of the chaos, you begin to wonder: where exactly does this leave you?

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Commission!Gn!Reader

Author's Note: Oh no, not another song fic. Made some slight changes: the Handler found Five when he was in his twenties and when you two return to 2019, you're both in your eighteen year old bodies. Lol I almost just made this a list of headcanons. Still might do that. Please feel free to comment/reblog!

Edit: We've made 157 NOTES! Thank you so much!💜

Word Count: 943

Warnings: Slight angst(?)

Requested: No

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Some people long for a life that is simple and planned

Tied with a ribbon

Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land

To follow what's written

But I'd follow you to the great unknown

Off to a world we call our own

You softly hummed as you quietly sauntered down the hall. Five was gone from the Academy again and here you were, left alone. It was nice and quiet. Peaceful, almost. It made you think for a split second about what your life would be if it was normal. Would it be fun? Would it be relaxing? Would you see your significant other a lot more than you were at the moment? You wondered how long Five would be out this time. You knew he was busy trying to stop the apocalypse and save his family. That was one thing you loved about him. He may be cynical and brash, but deep down he loved his family. He would do whatever it took to save them. When he found a way home to 2019, you didn't hesitate to follow him. You would always follow him, no matter how hectic or crazy things got.

Hand in my hand

And we promised to never let go

We're walking a tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking a tightrope

You fiddled with your ring, thinking over your life with him so far. Balancing your relationship and The Commission at the same time was no easy feat, but, your love for one another made it all worth it. You felt like you were soaring through the air, but at the same time, watching your step constantly. And there was also Five's laser-sharp focus. Whenever something caught his attention, he was determined beyond measure to fix it. Almost to a point where he was on the brink of obsession. That and he also tended to pull from you in the midst of his mission. Well, until you pulled him back to Earth and helped him regain balance in his life.

Never sure, never know how far we could fall

But it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Walking a tightrope

With you

There were challenges, of course. You and Five didn't expect to have it easy. You were the deadliest assassin duo in The Commission and it came with its trials and tribulations. There was a lot of danger that came with the job. However, as long as you had each other by your side, you both felt safe.

Mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between

Desert and ocean

You pulled me in and together we're lost in a dream

Always in motion

So I risk it all just to be with you

And I risk it all for this life we choose

When you first met Five, you were captivated beyond belief. He was already notorious enough for surviving in the apocalypse, not to mention his abilities involving time travel and spacial jumping. When you found out the Handler partnered him with you, you felt like you were Cloud Nine. Though at first he was quiet and calculating, you eventually softened his shell and melted his heart. You couldn't imagine life without him ever since. You'd risk everything for him.

Hand in my hand

And you promised to never let go

We're walking a tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking a tightrope

Never sure, will you catch me if I should fall?

You went up the rooftop where Five took you for some fresh air the night before. It gave you such a stunning view of the skyline. The sky was painted in colors of pink, purple, and orange. The breeze was cool and calming. You sat there, reminiscing for a bit. You remembered the stories he told you about his time in the apocalypse. Was everything really going up in flames in a matter of days? You always felt like you were doing life, not living it. And you hoped that after he stopped the apocalypse, you two could live a quiet and normal life together. Or would something else happen that would pull him away?

Well, it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Walking a tightrope

With you

Five suddenly blinked next to you and you smiled softly.

"Hey, love," he greeted lowly.

"Hey. Are you okay?" you looked at him in concern.

He looked tired as he sat down by your side and you curled up next to him, feeling his arms wrap around you. "Just…well, looking forward to stopping the end of the world and getting some rest."

"You definitely need it," you agreed.

He sighed and nodded. "Hey…look…I um…"

You frowned some as he hesitated to continue. He was staring at you rather forlornly.

"Five? What's wrong?" you slowly asked.

"I…I know I keep running away from you and sort of leave you on your own and…I'm really sorry. I…I don't mean to neglect you like this. I hope you understand," he answered.

You gazed at him sadly. "I do understand. It is hard seeing you throw yourself into this so aggressively, but, at the same time I know it's for a good cause."

"I know. I honestly don't know what to do either. Everything I've done so far feels like a dead end. But I don't want to give up. I can't give up."

"Then tell me how I can help. Please, Five. I don't want to be on the sidelines anymore. Let me help you. You're going to drive yourself insane if you keep doing this by yourself."

Five looked down with a sigh. "This won't be easy or pretty. You know that right?" his eyes flicked back up to you.

"When did we ever work on anything that was easy or pretty?"

He laughed softly and you cracked a smile.

"Alright. You and me. We're doing this together now," Five took your hands.

Together. No matter what. You would always find a way to work things out, together.

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aritamargarita · 1 year

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ATTITUDE || 018

hey guys. so i decided to upload the regular installment instead, it would make more sense chronologically (when do i ever follow timeline though lmfao) since there’s one match in the Christmas episode that’s really important and it ain’t the eggnog match LMAOO

ik after last chapter being a complete mess we need a break. reader said she'll make lita scream but now they're chillin getting snacks smh... its like..."cant stand her fake ass!!" 10 minutes later: ME AND THE BESTIEEE

nellieee & rated: sweethearts readers. this one is for you..the girls that get it GET IT

to all my fellow jeff fans, this is a love letter from me to you. i hope you enjoy, i felt kinda eeerrrhhh this chapter but only cause i had to keep rereading it lol

THE SHOW’S OVER! You felt really, really hungry. Not for actual food, you wanted some junk food. It’s a candy extravanganza.

You took the liberty to ride with Lita, with you two leaving as early as possible in order to stock up on snacks. The both of you had that segment together so it was pretty easy for the both of you to meet up afterward.

She mentioned Matt left his camcorder in the car, so you picked it up and started to record. He may be pretty iffy on you, but you figured you may as well leave a gift for him.

Just because you can.

“Hello world!” After making extra sure that it was actually recording, you turn the camera towards yourself. “And hello Matt’s camera. I’m sorry for taking most of your film!” You then turn the camera towards Lita, zooming in slightly. “Your little girlfriend is driving.”

For a split second, Lita takes her eyes off the road and swats at you.

“Woah, woah, woah, focus on the road!” You complain. For someone who was so insistent on driving, she sure enjoyed trying to be a passenger. She’s been messing with you for this whoooleee ride. More than likely it was because of your Mapquest directions….

“We’re gonna stop for some snacks. Don’t Canadians have chocolate smarties??” You question.

“Pretty sure they do.” Lita nodded. “Trish mentioned it before.”

Oh shit! SHE IS CANADIAN!! You forgot! Now that you think about it, most of your coworkers were Canadian too.

The hotel wasn’t that far, but the detour you two were taking probably was going to make it a bit longer than that. Not that bad, you two were just getting back a little later tonight.

“I need my fix of candy,” You say, turning the camera over to the 7/11 sign that was now coming into view. “Something that’ll make my teeth fall out.”

“Then you can put them under your pillow for the tooth fairy.” Lita suggests. “I’m sure you’ll get a lot of money for it.”

“Yeah, right. If the tooth fairy was even real.”

There’s silence for a moment before Lita stops the car just as she’s about to park. “…The tooth fairy isn’t real?”

You look at her slowly. Did she really ask that? “No. No, the tooth fairy isn’t real.”

“Damn. I’ve been lied to my entire life.” She says, running a hand through her hair. She looks absolutely destroyed by this new information.

You’re just surprised she even thought the tooth fairy was real. “No one told you this entire time? Ma’am…y…”

“Listen, I need some time away to think about this.” Lita says dramatically. What, were you going to say that Santa Claus wasn’t real either?! You do believe in Santa, so she’s safe for now. “Grab what you want. I’ve gotta get gas, I’ll be in to fill my arms with as many snacks A-S-A-P.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You wave your hand at her. “…Oh, shit, there’s a Subway here too. Is that Tim Horton’s? I haven’t had that in a while. Let’s grab—“

Lita shakes her head. “Nope. I’m in charge tonight, we’re going to IHOP. No ifs, ands, or buts. I printed out the directions! Look in the glove compartment.”

You pop it open and pull out folded paper. You look at her and she motions her hand towards it, making you unwrap it into it’s true form. A huge ass map with directions printed clear on the side.

Wow. She was serious.

“…Let me get out of here.” You open the door and get out of the car, tossing the map back into your seat.

Mission 7/11 was in full effect. Once you enter the convenience store, you look around. It was pretty empty. Maybe one or two cars were around. It’s only about 10 pm, so you wonder where everyone’s ran off to.

The bright lights of the store make you blink a few times. Damn, they turned the brightness UP. Your eyes had gotten used to the dark car. “Evening.” You greet the cashier at the counter.

He looks up from the magazine he was reading for a second. “Evening.” But then he does a double take. He couldn’t believe it. You’re [Name] from the WWF! “Holy shit—hey, excuse me?”

You’re about to walk into one of aisles, but you stop, turning over to the cashier. “Yeah?”

“Are you…” He pauses for a moment. “You’re [Name], right?? The wrestler.”

“I do!” You confirm with a nod. “You know me?”

“You’re literally my favorite wrestler.” He says. “I know there was a show tonight, my boyfriend’s been paging me like crazy! I got him to tape it for me since I’m working, but I don’t want him to spoil it.”

“You won’t get any outta me either.” You reassure with a smile. Your eyes look down to his name tag curiously. Jean-Pierre, huh?

“Well, wait….is Lita in it?” He asks, quickly caving in. It be like that sometimes. “I’ve gotta know. She’s my favorite too.”

Man, wouldn’t he be surprised. “Oh, she’s in it alright…...”

“What does that mean?! No, don’t tell me!” He shakes his head, looking away from you.

You’ve always enjoyed meeting fans. People who appreciate what you do in the ring was always pleasure.

…It gives you a idea, actually. You hold out a finger to him. “One second.” You hate to be one of those customers, but you had to! You wanted to take a picture with him. But he wouldn’t know until you check out, that is. It’s the least you could do!

Especially since Lita’s traveling with you. It just works, man. Speaking of that lady, where the hell did she go?? Gas does not take that long to pump. She’s crucial in this plan. You go back into the aisles, not only searching for cameras, but for Lita as well.

The place isn’t huge, per say, but it had a lot of items. There’s giftcards, magazines (is that a Raw magazine?), just about anything you could think of. It’s a convenience store, after all…

You totally got distracted for a minute looking at the Stacker 2 bottle. You really hope they give you a commercial for that, even if you don’t really use fat burners.

Finally finding a small aisle for miscellaneous items, you lean down to look at your options.

There’s only two FujiFilm cameras left on the shelf. You’re feeling greedy, so you just take both of them. Heading back up to the front, you place them on the counter. “Just these:”

He doesn’t exactly catch on quite yet, so he rings you out without a second thought. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

You weren’t exactly ready for the question he had next though.

“Jeff Hardy or Raven?”

It immediately makes you laugh. Whether it was out of nervousness or just the fact you found it hilarious, you truly didn’t know. “Can’t tell you. Who do you like with me better?”

“Gotta say…” He thinks about it for a moment after bagging your items. “Jeff Hardy. You two are really cute together.”

Huh….interesting. People really liked you and Jeff together, you couldn’t see it, but hey, an opinion is an opinion.

Lita finally comes in, waving at the cashier and shooting you finger guns. “Sorry. The pump wouldn’t take my card. I got it this time though.”

Somehow, the surprise was a bit ruined in your eyes. Jean-Pierre looked like his eyes would pop out of their sockets. Both of his favorite wrestlers were here!! He rubs his eyes, trying to wake up from this dream.

Holy shit, this is reality! He doesn’t even know what to say at first, completely starstruck. You take the opportunity to speak up for him, waving one of the cameras.

“…Want a picture?”

He sure as hell did, why was that even a question? The fact you two came to this location is amazing. It’s small, so it’s fairly easy to miss. This has gotta be the best shift he’s ever had.

“Wait, hold on, let me get snacks first.” Lita says, rushing into one of the aisles. You playfully roll your eyes and unbox the camera.

“We don’t need her! Let’s take a picture with just us two.”

You, Lita, and the young man at the register were chatting up a storm for quite a bit after checking out and taking pictures. You all talked about your favorite matches in history and things you felt inspired by.

All good things have to come to an end unfortunately. You both wave to him goodbye, letting him keep one of the cameras that had your photos on it. There’s twenty seven exposures in total, so he could use the rest however he pleases.

You’ll have to come again sometime, maybe when Raw or Smackdown is in town. Very convenient place too, you’d get Subway, but Lita forced you to go to IHOP. It’s like she has a gun to your head.

You’re behind the wheel, meanwhile Lita’s holding up the directions and reading out the directions to you. Every so often, she’d look out the window to make sure you were going the right direction.

No more mistakes. Tonight, Lita’s about to enjoy her time at the International House of Pancakes. She’s been waiting for this all week! “Okay, [Name], make a left here…” She’d guide you.

You could tell she’s excited. You don’t get why she’s so excited. You’re ordering a Belgian Waffle to spite her. To spite her and give an ode to RVD saying it’s the capital of Brussels. Bless him.

In little to no time, you pull up to the restaurant. Lita says it’s all thanks to her directions, but you pay her no mind.

You two get out of the car and head to the doors. You open one up and immediately try closing it quickly behind you, making Lita pull on the handle to try and open it again.

“Oh, you fucking—“ She curses, lightly hitting you in the back as soon as she gets in. You laugh as you walk towards the front counter.

Before you can ask for a table, Lita shakes her head and grabs your hand. “No need. I’ve already called it in.”

Huh. She was serious about this pancake situation. She must’ve called it in while she was outside or something. You go along with it, letting her drag you to one of the tables nearby a window.

…Wait, didn’t a hostess have to sit you down? You’re just about to question her when your eyes fall on two familiar people sitting in a booth.

It’s Matt…..and…..Jeff. Both of them were there. Matt didn’t seem too surprised, but Jeff on the other hand seemed shocked you were even here.

Lita lets go of your hand. “Wow! What a coincidence,” She says, putting her hands on her hips. “I had no clue you guys would be here tonight…”

You slowly look at Lita. There are no words to describe how irritated you were. It’s no wonder she merrily skipped past the desk and any hostesses. Does she think you’re stupid?

You want to leave. Seeing Jeff was starting to make you sick to your stomach.

“Are ya’….gonna sit?” Jeff suddenly asks, scooting over. It’s obvious he wants you next to him.

“…I guess.” You have no choice, so you sit down right next to him as Lita sits next to Matt.

Across from you, the two of them spare glances to each other, almost like they were communicating telepathically or something.

“We have to use the bathroom.” Lita announced, jumping out of her seat. She reaches over and grabs Matt to bring him out.

He nods with her. “Yeah. We’ll be back.” The two leave you and Jeff alone, but unbeknownst to you two, they weren’t too far away..

You hate them. They’re doing this on purpose. This must’ve been premeditated. You’re going to kill Lita and then yourself. Damn it.

“If you’re wondering, I’m not mad at ya’ or anything.” He says, setting his hand on the table.

Unable to look him in the eye, you turn your attention toward his hand.

He painted his nails…cute.

“I’m mad at Raven,” He continues. “He doesn’t deserve you. I think he’s just using you. I know we had something, [Name]. Don’t tell me it was nothing when we kissed.”

The more he talks, the more guilty you’re starting to feel. You’re not entirely sure what to say, either. Your mouth starts to feel uncomfortably dry as you look down under the table. “Did you get any water? Phew.”

“….” He doesn’t say anything at first, instead pushing his glass of water towards you. “Didn’t drink out of it. It’s all yours.”

You happily open a straw lying on the table and drink some.

“It would’ve gone further if my neck wasn’t hurting.” He admits. “It’s risky, but I just wanted you all to myself on that table.”

You look around as you sip your water. Thank goodness his voice was pretty quiet. He sounded tired and you couldn’t blame him. You’re starting to feel a little worn down from the show today, too.

Without you staring at him, he doesn’t think you’re taking him seriously. “Look at me, [Name]..”

You don’t.

Even as you can see him expectantly staring at you from the corner of your eye, you just decide to stare straight ahead.

And Jeff has already had enough. He takes his hand and decides to pull your face towards him. You’re taken aback by it.

He too, seems surprised that he’s even done it. “I…sorry. I just want ya’ to look at me…”

You’re conflicted. You don’t know whether you want to slap him down or just kiss him. Even if the latter made you feel guilty.

“I would say you’re my muse, darling.” The pet name makes you flinch. “I’ve..painted you at least 3 times now.”

“Three times?” You repeat. “Three times….when can I see these paintings?”

Three times is crazy to you. You’re hoping he isn’t too crazy for you right now, this is just a horrible time.

“I don’t have it with me right now. Maybe next time I see you.”

Boo…..

Jeff feels like he’s making progress with you. He feels like the luckiest man in the world because you haven’t shoved him away yet.

He feels even luckier when you don’t reject his advance. He takes your hand into his own, the two of you quickly interlocking fingers with one another.

You still think this was wrong. However, your heart was telling you otherwise. The moment he squeezes your hand is when you feel like Jeff’s the one you want right now.

“WE’RE BACK!” Lita announces, a smile on her face. Matt trails behind her, nodding to the both of you. The two slide right back into their seats and the waitress comes over just in time.

Lita seems to eye you and Jeff holding hands on the table, a smirk playing on her lips. You remind yourself to strangle her when you get the chance, though that time may come after Vengeance.

Even the trip back to the hotel was calm. Jeff wanted you to go with him instead. Lita almost pushes you towards him, eager for you two to actually be alone. She knows her and Matt were having issues, but she definitely wants you two to sort shit out.

She can tell that Jeff really likes you. He always has, just didn’t know how to go about it.

Hand in hand, you two make your way upstairs. “Are you scared for your match?” You suddenly ask, swinging your hand.

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “It is what it is. If Matt wants a challenge, then so be it. I just wish he didn’t bring Lita into it.”

You make a noise, signifying that you agree. Poor Lita, she’s in the midst of their rivalry.

“Hold on, my room is right here.” You start to pull out your keycard. “Are you coming in or you just wanted to walk me?”

“I can come in if ya’ want.”

The answer is absolutely. You do want him to come in. “Feel free.” You unlock the door and the both of you walk in together.

And now that Jeff’s here, you’re not entirely sure what to do. It’s a hotel room, not your house, so you didn’t have a lot to entertain him with.

“Wanna sit?” It’s a tentative offer, but truly this situation was getting more and more awkward by the second.

“Yeah.” He takes a seat on the bed, watching you as you pace around for a minute. Eventually, you come over to sit next to him.

“…[Name].” He calls. Jeff turns over to you and grabs your shoulders. “…Who do you see me as?” He asks. “Do you see me as less than Raven?”

“No, it’s just—“ He interrupts you by pulling you into a kiss. It’s almost like he wanted you to start talking just so he could cut you off.

You exhale through your nose once he parts away. He tasted like syrup, hehe.

Jeff kisses you again, but this time changes direction and makes his way down towards your neck. It makes you laugh. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing.” You replied. You just can’t believe how you got in this situation. “Hold on, hold on,” you say.

“…I’m going to be honest, [Name]. You’re making me nervous.” He admits. “I feel like my legs are gonna give out if I stand up.”

You’re about to pass out yourself. “I’m not feeling any be—“

And then, the phone’s ringing. It just takes you out of the moment. You groan. No way you just got the ick from the phone. Problem is, neither of you want to stop the direction it’s heading.

You crawl over the bed towards the nightstand. Whoever’s calling sucks.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Nitro Girl.” Hunter greets, his voice as chipper as ever. “Been a while.”

Goddamn it. OUT OF ALL TIMES HE COULD GIVE YOU A CALL..

“This isn’t a good time.” You say, letting out a huff of air. “If it’s important, make it quick.”

“Didn’t know you were the type to rush things. Whatever you say. Listen, I’ll cut to the chase. That lingerie I gave you. I need you to use that and bring Jericho to a hotel room. I’m gonna ambush him.”

Because Jeff was still there, trying to catch his breath as much as you were, you do your best to keep things as vague as possible. “Are you seriously gonna do that?”

“Yeah. Everyone will go crazy over it. Just think of it as a hookup. You won’t have to try and seduce Jericho after this again. I’ll even let you hit him once.”

“I knew it wasn’t just some gift out of the blue. The fact you never explained was confusing.”

“Didn’t have time. Steph’s been hassling me all week. She’s really excited for me to come back. Honestly, I feel like I’m ready to go.”

“Right. Excited to…” You think for a second how to phrase it. “—see you again. Have a good night.”

“Wow, it’s almost like you REALLY don’t want to talk to me.”

You sigh. “It’s really not the best time.”

“Then I’ll call you tomorrow night. Goodnight.”

“Night.” You hang up the phone and turn to Jeff with an apologetic look on your face.

“Who’s that?” He asks, scooting back and laying down. You decide to join him, laying right next to him and staring up at the ceiling.

“Old friend of mine.” You lied. “…Wanna stay the night?”

Better luck next time…

ITS DONE PLEASE DONT KILL ME PLEAAAASESSD. VENGEANCE IS NEXT BUT I NEED TO FIX CERTAIN PARTS OF THE MATCH!!!! and other matches. because reader is coming to fuck with everyones match YEAH!

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godshitgirl · 5 months

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Mpreg soukoku for the soul part 2✨️🫄🧑‍🍼

Dazai and chuuya have been seeing both more and less of each other since that night

More because Dazai has been taking his new job of protecting chuuya very seriously, albeit with some jokes around here and there

And less because chuuya has been overcompensating at work over a flaw his boss doesn't even know about. By taking in extra missions, he's making it up to mori in hopes that fate will go easy on him when he can no longer hide his belly

Kouyo has also been going on more missions with chuuya as well. Even on missions where her presence was not needed

All this makes chuuya feel uneasy, he knows something is up. One afternoon, on their day off (chuuyas day off, dazai just didn't come into work that day) the two of them were on either side of the couch in dazais apartment, which is nowhere near as large and fancy as chuuyas, but they like it there.

Dazai is reading a book on omega male pregnancies while chuuya tries to read a book of his own. However, something was on his mind

"Hey, dazai" chuuya asks. Dazai lifts up his book to look chuuya in the eye. "What's up?"

Chuuya doesn't speak for a second. He doesn't even look at him. With his eyes focused on the ceiling where a fan is slowly pacing around its axis, he asks him a question

"Do you and kouyo have...something you want to tell me?"

Dazai sits up, putting his book down on his lap with a confused expression on his face

"No...why?"

Chuuyas grip on his book hardens as he grits his teeth

"Don't fucking lie to me" He growls

"Huh? Chuuya what do yo-"

"I said don't lie to me!"

Chuuya erupts from the couch in a fit of rage, a kind of rage dazai has never seen before

"I know that you two have been eyeing me like crazy! Helicoptering me like I'm some dumb little child! I'm not weak! Stop treating me like I am!"

"Chuuya calm down-"

"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean i-"

"Doesn't mean what, chuuya?!"

Dazai's sudden outburst catches chuuya off guard.

"Chuuya I have spent my whole life by myself. Everything I love keeps being taken away from me. And now that I have something valuable, something like you, you think I'd just let it go that easily? You think I'd just play willy nilly with its soul? Your wellbeing is much more important to me than mine and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe. And you don't even appreciate it. No "thank you dazai" no "you're so sweet dazai" it's always just complaining with you! Sometimes I even wonder if you love me at all!"

A hush falls over the room.

"Dazai, i-"

"Save it. I need some air" He fixes the collar of his coat and leaves the apartment

Chuuya is left alone, just like he knew he'd be

But this time it wasn't all dazais fault like it was before. Back then he could easily blame him for everything, for leaving, for abandoning him, for all the pain he caused. But now? This is all on chuuya. Maybe if he had been different, maybe if he was less....like himself, dazai would be happier to be with him

And now not only is he alone, but so is his future child. He puts a hand on his stomach as he looks down, a sorrowful look on his face.

"I'm so sorry little one...." He whispered to it.

Meanwhile, dazai walks down the dark streets of Yokohama as the rain showered him in despair. He doesn't mind his coat getting wet, it's seen worse

He heads into a local bar and takes a seat in a booth, alone with his thoughts. He doesn't know how long he's been in there until a man joins him in his booth.

"I knew you'd be here" kunikida says as he takes a seat across from him

"What?" Dazai asks, begging him to cut to the chase. He's not in the mood to talk.

"Heard about you and chuuya." Kunikida says as he takes a sip from his glass

Dazai sighs. "Sometimes I think I'm the only one who makes an effort in this relationship, yknow? I know we have history but, is that it? Are we just staying together because it feels familiar? And now we've got this kid and....I just....I don't know...."

Kunikida let's him finish talking and waits a second before starting

"You want my advice?"

"I'd rather have that drink in your hand"

Kunikida hands the glass over to dazai "i think you two are toxic as hell"

Dazai makes a subtle surprised look

"You both think you're doing the most while the other does the bare minimum. You both think the other has horrible qualities. You both find each other familiar. But you stick together despite it all. Maybe that's not just because it's familiar. Maybe you stick together because you know it's right. What I love about your relationship is that you can say whatever you want to each other and the next day you're still there. Plus, given the type of person you are, he probably had to deal with just as much. You're perfect for each other because you two are so goddamn imperfect that it just fits. A broken glass only stays together if the pieces that broke fit."

Dazai didn't expect to take any of kunikidas advice. He was planning on barely listening and just leaving him to pay his tab. But to his surprise, he got to him

Dazai gets up from his sadly slouched position and sits up properly, giving kunikidas words a lot of thought. He traced the rim of the glass with his finger. It was funny because he was doing the same thing in the same booth at this very bar, when he had his first drink witj chuuya

They were both still in the mafia back then, only about 15, when they took down a small group of thugs that were robbing the bar. Not for any righteous reason, though, the group had just been a big pain in the Port Mafia's trading business by stealing months worth of products so Double Black were sent to get rid of them

Chuuya was having a particularly bad day that day, and his anger let him do most of the fighting. Meanwhile, dazai got bored and distracted himself by examining an old looking bottle of brown liquid

By the time chuuya was done, dazai had started calling him over

"Oi! Chibi! Check this out!" He called

"I'm right here next to you you don't need to shout!" "Says the guy shouting right now! "What do you want?!"

"Check this out" dazai said, showcasing the fancy old bottle

"Scotch? You think you can take that?" Chuuya asks

"Oh and you can?" Dazai rebutted

"Please, I grew up in tje slums, if we were thirsty it was either this or the shit-infested water down by the creek. Give me that" he grabbed the bottle right out of dazais slender hands and took a swig out of it

He immediately regretted it as tje moment the liquid entered his mouth and went down his throat, tje boy coughed and gagged, choking on the horrid flavor, much to dazais delight

"Oooh look who can't handle a sip of a little alcohol! Mister Slumlord Gangster!" He teased as he took a confident gulp of the same drink

The feeling was intense. Words his little 15 year old mind couldn't fathom its flavor. In mere seconds he was a coughing, gagging mess just like his friend over there

Once their lungs had settled, dazai took a look at his unfriendly companion. It was only now that he realized how similar they actually were. Just two messed up teenagers barking way too big for their bite and projecting their insecurities on each other. But at least they did it together

"Um, sir?" An unfamiliar voice asked

Dazai snapped out of his trance to look up at the waiter

"Were closing now, sir. Please come back tomorrow"

Dazai and kunikida walked out of the bar to be greeted by the rain.

"You do some thinking for once, okay?" Kunikida said as a parting gift as the two of them went their separate ways

Dazai thought about chuuya the entire way home. As he entered his apartment, he realized, wait, isn't chuuya supposed to be here?

He looked around the small area and saw no sign that he was even there. The place was as he had left it, minus chuuyas things.

It wasn't like he was moving out, he had never moved in in the first place, but something about how empty the place looked without him just didn't feel right.

He figured he had just gone home. Taking his phone and dialing his number, he thought about what he was even going to say. How do you have an outburst like that and just leave? What are you supposed to say after that?

Dazai wasn't going to admit he was wrong. Was he wrong even? He didn't know. But maybe this was something he could work out with chuuya

Chuuyas phone rang, causing vibrations that went around the side of his pants. He took it out of his pocket and examined the small screen, making an uneasy face as he realized it was dazai. He took a second to imagine the pros and cons of answering, but after a few seconds the ring tone was bothering him, so he decided to do it anyway

"Hey, i-"

"Listen. I'm sorry about what I said, but I don't think it was wrong. We both have flaws and I think our relationship is strong enough to work through that. I'm sorry I yelled, okay? Please come back so we can talk about this."

"Dazai, I'll talk to you later, I'm at work." "Oh right. Sorry. I'll talk to you later"

Tje call ended and chuuya put his phone down.

"Call from the hubby?" Mori asked, turning around to face chuuya as he walked

"Yeah, we just got into this big fight, it's no big deal. And hey, he's not my husband."

They were walking down one of the many hallways of the Port Mafia headquarters when they stopped in front of a small empty room

"Not married, I see..." . Mori said witj a smile, watching chuuya walk ahead of him into the room.

"That's gonna change after you have the baby, though, right?"

Chuuya turned to face mori with eyes big as saucers

Before he could say anything or make a move, a thick layer of glass appeared to separate them, or mostly just to keep him inside. No matter how much he kicked or punched or manipulated his way out, he still couldn't make a scratch.

"You must've thought I was a fool to think I wouldn't find out" mori said

"Boss! I can still work through this! I can still be useful! I promise!"

"I don't need another mouth, chuuya." Mori shrugged off his statement as he slowly walked away

"You and your child are of no use to us now."

#I NEED TO DRAW THIS AU #omegaverse #omegaverse fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #soukoku #skk #dazai #chuuya

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Supercorptober2023

Day 2 & 3: Romance/Kara

The following two weeks pass by in a blur. Letting the team know about their trip went more smoothly than they anticipated. Once contingency plans are put into place and emergency protocols created, the two of them relax into the planning. Knowing Supergirl can still get back in true emergencies made things easier, but they certainly don’t want it to be the go-to. Both of them make sure their obligations are covered during their absence, Kara’s superhero and editor-in-chief duties are the easy part. Lena has to make sure her business interests are placed in reliable and trustworthy hands, a much harder task.

With Lex’s presumed death and Lillain’s passing, all of the Luthor holdings fall back into Lena’s hands. She immediately makes some of the moves her previous self did back before the multiverse collapse. She renames the company to L-Corp, again, and fires all of Lex’s lackeys company-wide. After that, she brings Samantha Arias back on board as CFO. Then, she finds her old assistant, Jessica Huang. However, instead of making her executive assistant, she hires the feisty woman as L-Corp’s new COO. With the two of them in the C-suite, she is confident L-Corp and all its subsidiaries will be in good hands.

With all the crucial things squared away, the two of them work on final checklists for what they need for a month in Ireland. Lena knows most of the everyday things are already stocked at the cottage and has spoken to the groundskeeper to make sure fresh groceries are waiting on them as well. They only need to focus on personal items, clothing, and toiletries. Given the remote location of the place, they likely won’t be needing anything fancy, but toss a few things in just in case.

As the days pass and their departure gets closer, they spend more and more time together. Things seem to be gradually morphing into what they used to be. Before the betrayal. Before the Phantom Zone. Before it all fell apart. The night before their departure, they’re laying on Lena’s bed joking and laughing like nothing has changed, like they’d always done this. It causes Lena to pause and her heart to race.

Kara notices.

“Hey, are you okay?” Blue eyes scan across Lena’s face as she reaches out to place a hand on the long, slender pale fingers lying on the bed between them. “Your um, your heart is beating really fast.”

Lena cocks her head to the side and raises a perfectly sculpted brow in confusion, unintentionally changing the subject. “You can hear my heartbeat. Of course.” She chuckles, only just now realizing that her best friend has always been able to hear her traitorous heart. That she has likely known all along that her heart beats faster when Kara is near. “I guess I should get used to that since you’ve likely been doing it for years, huh?”

Kara ducks her head sheepishly, a rosy blush adorning her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Lena. I, um, I can try to stop? I don’t mean to. At least most of the time, but I…it just…” She sighs, running her hand down her face in frustration at her lack of coherence. “My brain does it automatically a lot of the time. It’s how I know you’re safe. Also, it’s, uh, one of the only things that helps me sleep. Especially now. It, um, it helps keep me calm. I’m really sorry. It’s kind of an invasion of your privacy now that I think about it.”

The blonde looks away, not sure what else she can say to make this any less awkward or creepy. She’s listened to that strong heartbeat for so long now, she’s not even sure she can stop. Not being able to hear it in the Phantom Zone was torture on top of the phantom visions and nightmares.

A cold hand gently rests on her chin, pulling her gaze back to the conversation.

“Well, I suppose technically, it is and I’m not sure how I feel about it. But…there’s a part of me that likes the idea that you find comfort in my heart beat.” She smiles and dips her head into her pillow, hoping it prevents Kara from seeing the blush creeping from her neck onto her cheeks. “Um, I guess I can relate? In a way, maybe? Your scent is kind of like that for me. While you were…gone, I slept on your couch and in your bed a few times. I just…I missed you so much. Your apartment was the only place that I could still smell you. The only place I could still feel you all around me. It was the only place I felt safe…because I felt close to you.”

Neither of them say a word, they both remain completely still and quiet for a long time after those words are spoken. An unwitting confession made. Blue and green eyes quietly watching the other until they fall asleep with their hands gently resting together between them.

The morning sun rouses them from their slumber the following day. They both seem to open their eyes at the same time, smiling sleepily just as Lena’s alarm sounds into the room breaking the serenity. Kara groans and pulls the duvet over her head as Lena giggles at the Kryptonian’s antics.

“Come on, Kara. You know we have to leave for the airport in an hour and if you want to stop and get breakfast on the way, we need to get up.” Lena pokes the woman in the side and pulls the covers away from her face. They both laugh as Kara lets out a whining groan. “I’ll buy you your favorite from Noonan’s.” She sing-songs the words and grins as she watches the blonde’s eyes light up.

Hopping out of bed, they get through their morning routines pretty quickly. It takes them about 45 minutes before they’re out the door and down to the waiting car, luggage in tow. Food secured and luggage loaded, they head to the private airstrip where Lena's personal jet is waiting for them. It’s been a while since she’s used this particular plane and she’s a little excited to show Kara.

Lena exits the car and makes her way over to her pilot while Kara loads their bags. Once they’re buckled into their seats ready for take off, she reaches out for Kara’s hand. As much time as she spends on planes, takeoff never gets easier. When the plane is in the air and levels off, Lena squeezes Kara’s hand and unbuckles, gesturing for her to stand. She shows the blonde to the sleeping quarters and restrooms as well as where the snacks are. She smiles at the wonder on her best friend’s face and is briefly reminded of their trip to Kaznia before shaking the memory away.

The two of them fall into a comfortable silence for the next few hours, Lena reading through some new scientific research and Kara sifting through the contract Cat has been after her to look over. The two women are lost in their thoughts and prospective distractions until Kara’s stomach lets out a monstrous rumble. They both chuckle before Lena sits her reading aside and heads to the galley to heat the food she had placed on the plane earlier. Having only been in the air for five hours, she knows they still have eight more to go. She just hopes there are enough snacks on board to keep a Kryptonian stomach at bay. Loading the plates and drinks onto a rolling cart, she heads back to their seats to a grinning blonde.

She smiles as she watches Kara’s eyes sparkle and face brighten at the first bite of their late lunch. “This is actually really good, Lena. Lasagna?” She says, mouth still half full of food before she swallows and grins. “Where’d you get it? This is better than Eliza’s!”

“Well, that’s good to know.” She blushes and reaches out to take a drink of her wine. “I made it earlier this week and had it brought over so we could have something decent to eat on our flight. There’s a few other things in the fridge if you get hungry again later.” She gestures back toward the galley before focusing back on her plate.

Kara’s eyes widen and she looks at Lena with such fondness and affection that the raven haired genius has to look away. “Y-you made this?!” She gaped at the woman sitting next to her. “Lena! I didn’t know you could cook. Why didn’t you tell me? You mean I could have been enjoying this for all these years! You’ve been holding out on me!”

Lena can’t help but laugh and roll her eyes at the blonde. “If you think about it, Kara. There are a lot of things we never really talked about during our friendship. Maybe we can remedy that on this trip?” She swallows another drink of her wine and raises a brow at the now blushing blonde.

“But yes, we’ve never really talked about my love of cooking, I guess. I don’t have a lot of time for it anymore. Or at least I didn’t. It’s something I taught myself when I finally had my own place in Metropolis. It was a way to be different from the Luthors.” Her eyes drift off as her mind thinks fondly of the days at her start-up, a bearded smile, and the man she once loved. She clears her throat and forces her mind back to the moment with a shrug. “I’ve always considered cooking as a kind of experiment, just with ingredients and not chemicals or prototypes. It seems to work in my favor.”

They finish up their meals and Lena takes the plates and glasses back to the galley. She takes a moment to clean and stow everything, giving herself a little break from being in such close proximity to Kara. Now that she is painfully aware of the fact that Kara can hear her heartbeat, she has to pay more attention to the way her body reacts to her best friend.

Eventually, they both start to drift off to sleep. By the third time Kara’s head bounces off Lena’s shoulder, she decides they need to retire to the bedroom for the evening. It’s a good decision. Sleeping through the remainder of the flight makes the trip seem much faster. By the time they both wake from their nap, the pilot has come over the speaker and asked them to take their seats for landing.

The rest of the trek to the cottage goes by in a blur. They arrive at the airport to an awaiting SUV and the cottage groundskeeper, a nice older gentleman named Liam Walsh. Liam helps pack them into the SUV and takes the wheel for the one hour drive to Islandmagee. He shows them some of the landmarks and recommends a few places they should visit during their stay. He also reminds Lena that he lives close-by and has the keys if she needs him to take care of anything during their stay.

As he pulls the SUV into the gravel drive in front of the cottage, he turns to Lena and smiles. “Here’s the keys to the vehicle, love.” He drops the keys into her palm and squeezes her wrist. “You look so much like her, ya know. Your mam.”

Lena’s mouth drops open. She wanted to ask Liam if he was related to her mother given his last name and the area he lives. “Y-you knew my mother?” She stutters almost too quiet to be heard. “A-are you kin to us?” She latches onto his large hand, desperate for any information she could get.

“Aye. Lizzie was my cousin. We grew up on this land. It’s been in our family for hundreds of years. You’ve got lots of kin ‘round here, love.” Liam smiled, patting Lena on the shoulder before opening the door to get their luggage out. “Why dontcha get settled in and rest. I’ll come by again in a few days and we can talk. No doubt you’ve got some questions.”

Kara reaches out for Lena’s arm, gently squeezing before whispering, “You okay?” She watches as a few tears roll down pale cheeks. The blonde bolts out of the backseat and pulls her best friend into a warm hug. “Come on, let’s get inside.”

Liam watches the two of them and smiles. He drops their bags on the small patio at the front door and steps aside. “Alright, love. My number’s on the notepad next to the phone in the den. Give me a ring in a couple days. I’ll come by and we can chat. Maybe have ya over for dinner to meet your cousins.” He winks at her and pats her shoulder again as he walks by, heading to his own car parked in the drive. “Glad to have ya here, Lena. I look forward to getting to know you.”

She is left speechless. When she spoke with Liam before their arrival, she was curious if he was related to her mother and by extension her, but she didn’t want to assume. Walsh is a common name. To know that she has blood relatives so close, people that actually knew her mother, it’s overwhelming in the best way possible. She’s looking forward to finding out more about this side of her family. However, right now, she wants to get inside the cottage and process the chaos of her emotions.

“You ready to go inside?” Kara asks, cerulean eyes watching Lena with deep concern. “Today has been a lot. I’ll understand if you need some time to process things alone. I can make myself scarce if that’s what you need.” She wraps her arms around Lena’s shoulders, pulling her into her chest before stepping back and smiling to give her best friend a little space.

Lena takes a deep breath as she wipes the tears away from her cheeks. “Yes, let’s go explore the cottage. I know it doesn’t look much like it did when my mother lived here, but I’ve only seen pictures and I’m curious.” She turns the key and pushes the door open.

The place steals her breath. She can see that it has been remodeled and modernized. The door opens into a bright and open den with a fireplace. There is an island bar separating the living space from the kitchen. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she can see a patio with a table and a beautiful view of the shoreline. The more they explore, the more breathtaking the place is.

“What do you say we check out the patio before we finish exploring the rest of the cottage?” Kara asks, reaching for Lena’s hand to pull her toward the door. “We can get settled after we explore. Come on, it’s 7:00 am, Lena. We have all day!” They both laugh as Kara pulls her out the back door onto the patio.

It’s a sight she didn’t expect. Lush green grass surrounded by bushes and trees, a telescope sitting on the deck overlooking the bay, and a hot tub sitting in the corner surrounded by a privacy fence with a built-in bar. Just beyond the hot tub, a little closer to the shoreline, there is a quaint little gazebo with a couch that’s perfect for watching sunrises or sunsets. It’s so much more than she ever imagined. Of course, the amenities scream Luthor and that makes her roll her eyes, but she is grateful that they maintained the cottage feel of the place. It’s perfect and she can’t wait to see what else awaits her inside.

The two of them eventually make their way through the entire cottage. It’s smaller than Lena initially thought, but still has two bedrooms, a small library/office in the loft, an open concept kitchen and den, a full bathroom between the bedrooms, and a small water closet close to the den. Add that to the outdoor space and it’s more than enough for them to live comfortably for the next month. Or longer should they choose.

Once they get their luggage into their rooms and unpacked, they meet back in the den. Lena settles into the couch while Kara gets a fire going. She catches herself watching the blonde as she arranges the firewood into the fireplace. Her best friend’s sinewy forearms easily capture her attention, the way she seems to move so fluidly through the task. It reminds her of all the times she’s drifted into fantasies, Kara's arms, her hands, and her imagination conjuring up the abs hidden under those cardigans. There have been plenty of times that her brain’s focus has been Kara, Kara, Kara.

“Lena! Where’d you go?” Kara says, waving her hands in front of her best friend’s face. She chuckles as she kneels in front of the CEO. “I called your name several times. I got us both a bottle of water. I figure we can chat for a while before it’s time for lunch and you can spend some time in the library after that, if you want. You seem a bit distracted. If you need to spend time alone, please just tell me. I don’t want to be in your way. I know you need to figure some things out.” She watches Lena with an apprehensive look on her face, waiting for an answer.

She can feel her cheeks burning as she realizes Kara caught her deep into her not so platonic thoughts about her. Obviously, Kara doesn’t know that, but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. Swallowing her shame, she forces herself to look into her favorite pair of blue eyes. “Sorry. I was just thinking about some things. You getting the fire going just caused some things to resurface in my mind. It’s been a long day, so much to process.”

She shakes her head, not sure where to even begin sifting through all the things in her head. Then it dawns on her, a way for the two of them to ask and talk about things they haven’t in the past. “How about we play a game? We were just talking about how there are things we’ve never really talked about, right?”

Kara’s brow furrows, the adorable little crinkle forming. “Yeah, that did come up recently. You can ask me anything you want, Lena. We promised no more lies. Whatever you ask, I’ll answer.” She cocks her head to the side, trying to figure out what game could be related to this topic. “Is there a game that you have in mind? One that would help in this situation?”

Lena smiles at Kara’s adorable head tilt. It has always reminded her of a golden retriever puppy. “Have you not ever played 20 Questions? I can’t believe that. There’s no way with Alex as your sister that you’ve never heard of that game!” She feigns shock and presses her hand to her chest. “It’s pretty easy to play. Each of us asks a question and we both answer.”

“I have heard of the game, but now that you mention it, I haven’t ever played it. There are a couple games like that I’ve never played.” She smiles shyly and a light rosiness colors her cheeks. “Alex mentioned a game once called, um, ‘Never Have I Ever’, I think that’s what it’s called. I never played that one either. She said it was a drinking game and well, you know human alcohol doesn’t do anything for me.” She gestures up and down herself as Lena’s eyes track her movements.

“Well, we can play both, if you want. We don’t have to drink right now since it isn’t even noon yet in Ireland. Though technically, it’s after midnight for us.” Lena smirks, raising her left brow in the way she knows gets Kara’s attention. “It’s up to you, but for the record, I packed some Aldebaran rum for you. Alex got it for me. I wanted you to be able to relax and drink if you wanted to.”

Kara smiles, her eyes softening with pure affection for the woman next to her. “Let’s save the rum for later. We can still play either of the games, if you want. I think both of us are too tired. Plus, we’ve had a really long day so drinking might not be the best idea.” She reaches out to grab her bottle of water and drains it before looking back at Lena. “Would you rather play 20 Questions or ‘Never Have I Ever’ right now?”

“Hmm, let me think.” Lens taps her chin with a smirk painted on her lips. She’s not sure how she wants to play this. Either game will get her some information she has been curious about for a long time, but one is decidedly less platonic than the other. It really comes down to how brave she is feeling at the moment. It isn’t like there’s anyone else around to hear any of their answers anyway, right? That thought helps make her decision. “What if we play ‘Never Have I Ever’ first? If it’s too much for either of us, we can switch to 20 Questions?”

A big, wide smile spreads across Kara’s face and she squeals in excitement. “Yes! I’ve never played, but always wanted to based on Alex and her friends talking about it. I’m happy that my first time is with you. How do you decide who goes first?” She bounces in her seat, practically vibrating with anticipation. “How are we going to know who has done the things asked for ‘Never Have I Ever’ if we don’t have drinks?”

Lena chuckles. She can’t get over how excitable and adorable Kara is about this. “How about we get more water and use it as the drink for the game?” She watches as Kara walks away, the jeans she’s wearing hug her muscular thighs and ass like they were made specifically for her. Lena has to bite her cheek to prevent herself from letting out a groan of frustration at how unfairly attractive her best friend is. For what feels like the hundredth time today, she shakes the thoughts from her head and sighs. Her eyes slowly migrate back to an appropriate place, locking onto amused blue ones. “I’ll ask the first question to get the game started if that’s okay with you.”

Kara nods her head and hands the bottle over to Lena, turning to stir the fire again before she plops back down next to the CEO. “That’s fine with me. You’ve played this stuff before and I haven’t.” She grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and slides closer to throw it across both their laps. “Ready whenever you are!”

Leaning her head back onto the cushion behind her, Lena tries to think of an easy first question. She doesn’t want to ask anything too heavy or personal right away since she isn’t sure how Kara will react. “I’m trying to think of something that would have been asked if you played this game as a teenager or in college. Wait, did you go to parties in college?” She looks over at the reporter in curiosity. “We never really talked about our college years. Mine was…interesting.”

“Yes, I went to parties in college. A lot of them, in fact.” She grins as Lena’s raised eyebrow and shrugs. “What? People think I am way more innocent than I actually am. No one ever really asks me about things, they just make a lot of assumptions.” Her hand moves up to her glasses and she pulls them off, tossing them on the table.

Inside, Lena’s mind is firing rapidly, her thoughts spiraling at what Kara has just said. She isn’t as innocent as people think she is? In what way? Lena’s poor brain is stumbling over itself trying to decipher that. “Okay, in that case, Miss not-so-innocent, never have I ever played spin-the-bottle.” She watches as Kara maintains eye contact with her, screws the cap off the bottle of water, and takes a drink. A dark manicured brow shoots up in surprise as she takes her own drink. “I guess there is a lot more to learn about you, Darling.”

“Does that mean it’s my turn to ask a question?” Kara grins, shifting in her seat so she is facing Lena. A nod of the CEO’s head confirms and she taps her chin in thought. “Never have I ever…gone skinny dipping.” Curious blue eyes land on mischievous green.

Lena takes a drink and winks. Kara shakes her head and smiles. “What? I was a very rebellious teenager. Boarding school was very…educational in many ways.” She laughs at the blonde’s gaping mouth and lightly closes it with her fingers. “Better close that or you’ll catch flies. I take it you’ve never gone skinny dipping?”

Kara nods affirming her assumption. Her blushing cheeks betraying her attempt at composure.

“Is that because you’ve never had the opportunity or by your own choice?” She asks, hoping she isn't prying too much. “You don’t have to tell me, but I am curious and I definitely want to know more about you. My first time skinny dipping was with Andrea and a few other girls from boarding school. We snuck out of our rooms one weekend after midnight and went to the pool. It was a very enlightening experience for a 16 year old me.” She waggles her eyebrows and waits.

“Wow. You went skinny dipping when you were that young?” Kara asks, a little surprised, but also not really. “I think I was still too awkward and weird at that age to do anything remotely rebellious. I didn’t really feel comfortable in my body until I was in college too. So, I didn’t ever really have a chance to get naked in a pool with anyone.” She dips her head, suddenly a bit bashful about her inexperience.

Lena reaches out for her hand and squeezes it, silently asking Kara to look at her. “There’s no reason to be shy about it, Kara. We’ve lived different lives and experienced different things. It’s not like there is a map on how to navigate being a teenager.” She pats the blonde’s warm hand and pulls hers back onto her own lap. She’s not really sure what she wants to ask next, but she definitely wants to steer this towards romantic relationships and sexuality. How though? “Now, my next question. Hmmm. Never have I ever…had a crush on a friend.”

They both take a drink of their water.

“Who was yours?” Kara asks, an unreadable look in her eyes. “I’ve had more than one, but James was one of those, as you know.” Her eyes dart down to her hands, picking the label off the bottle.

“Well, my first crush was on a boy named Taylor before I got shipped off to an all girls boarding school.” She rolls her eyes at the thought of that kid. “The first real crush that turned into something? Probably either Veronica or Andrea.” A smirk spreads across her face and she watches Kara’s eyes widen and mouth once again drop open.

“Y-you…but I thought…women?” Kara stutters incoherently before running a hand down her face and tilting her head. Once she gathers her composure and reboots her brain, she asks her question. “So, you’ve been with women? Huh. I guess we’ve never really talked about our sexuality. How is that possible?”

Lena laughs, a full-bellied bellowing laugh that bowls her over and causes her eyes to water. When she manages to collect herself, she looks up to an amused blonde with her head resting in her hand and elbow planted on the back of the couch. “Like I said earlier, there are a lot of things we’ve never talked about. Our romantic inclinations included. But to answer your question, yes, I have been with women. More so than men, actually. I’ve been in relationships with two men and three women, but have had…liaisons with a mix of both.”

She shifts to face the blonde, resting her head in her own hand on the back of the couch. “I suppose if I had to label myself, I would say that I am bisexual with a preference for women, but I rarely date. With my last name, my wealth, and my job, I barely have time for sleep.” She scoffs. “Plus, I’d rather spend time with you when I have it. Anyway, what about you?”

They smile at each other. Kara closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them to settle ocean blues on emerald green. “Romance and love are hard for me. Things on Krypton were different. We didn’t have dating or even sex for that matter.” She huffs in frustration, not sure how to explain all the nuances of Kryptonian relationships. “I can tell you about Kryptonian norms another time, but dating has always been hard for me. Friendship too, if I am being honest. I mean, I thought I had been in love before, but now, it’s very clear to me what I felt wasn’t real.”

Lena stares at the superhero waiting for her to finish her sentence. When it becomes clear that Kara is lost in her own thoughts, she places a hand on the blonde’s forearm. “You don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to, Kara. We can talk about something else.” She gently rubs her thumb back and forth across the exposed tan skin under her palm.

Kara gives her a half-grin. “No, it’s fine. I just got stuck in my head for a minute. In answer to your question, Krypton didn’t really have sexuality and the gender of two people in a relationship didn’t matter. I think, in Earth terms, it would be called pansexuality? I’m not sure, but I think that is the closest thing to it. So, that’s how I have always approached my own.”

She shrugs and looks down to where their skin is still connected, Lena’s thumb still moving across her skin. “I’ve never really dated any women, but I have been attracted to them. Even made out with a few in college. I guess because I’ve always been told to ‘blend in’ I never considered the fact that I could date women. At least not until Alex came out.”

Green eyes scan Kara’s face with affection and curiosity. “Would you be interested in dating women now? You’ve obviously dated men exclusively before. Is it something you want to explore? Romantically, I mean, in case that wasn’t clear.” She winks at the blonde as blue eyes roll at her.

“Really? I think you made that clear, Lena.” She chuckles and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes flutter briefly as she tries to figure out how to answer the question. “I’m not really sure how to answer that question. In general the answer is yes, but I am also currently only interested in one person. Romantically.”

This captures Lena’s attention fully. There’s someone Kara is interested in and none of their friends have mentioned them? How is that possible? “Is this person someone I know? How come you haven’t mentioned them before? We’ve been together almost non-stop since we rescued you from the Phantom Zone.”

She can feel her heart rate increase and her stomach tie itself in knots. It’s making her feel panicky and she’s doing her best to reign her emotions in because she knows Kara can hear her heartbeat. She takes a deep breath and again bites the inside of her cheek to calm herself. “Sorry, I just mean that I figured I would know about it since we’re usually always together. So who is this mystery person?” She tries to sound nonchalant and excited, but she’s not sure it landed.

“You definitely know them. Quite well, in fact.” Kara smiles, her eyes resting on the spot that Lena’s hand is now gripping her forearm instead of gently rubbing it. She’s incredibly nervous about what she wants to say. She’s been planning on telling Lena how she feels for a while, but doing it now could mean she is going back to National City early. Especially if things go badly, but Alex said Lena felt the same.

One more deep breath, you can do this Kara.

“Remember how I said earlier that I thought I had been in love, but now I know what I felt before wasn’t real?” She watches as Lena nods her head. “Well, I thought I was in love with Mon-El and I guess I did love him, but I was never in love with him. I know that now. It was something I realized when I was in the Phantom Zone. It’s very clear to me that I am 100% madly in love with this person and I’ve never felt anything else like it.”

Wide green eyes are fixed on Kara’s face, unsure what to say or do. Lena clears her throat, doing her best to keep her own emotions out of this conversation. “It sounds like you’re certain about how you feel. Have you told them yet? They’d be insane not to return your feelings, Kara. I hope you know that.” She does her best to stop her heart from plummeting into her stomach at the thought of someone else getting to love Kara the way that she does.

Kare pulls her head out of her hand and flips her hand to take Lena’s into her palm. “It makes me really happy to hear you say that and I hope you mean it.” She brings her other hand up to push dark inky locks behind her ear, her palm and thumb coming to rest on a pale cheek. A smile spreads across her face as she watches green eyes flutter closed at her touch. “It’s you, Lena. I’m hopelessly, romantically, and completely in love with you.”

Lena’s eyes fly open, her heart does somersaults in her chest, and her stomach erupts into a million little butterflies. Without her permission, her eyes fill with tears and her mouth drops open. When she starts to feel Kara retreating from her space, she forces her brain to reboot and her mouth to work. “Y-you l-love me? Th-the person is m-me?” She blinks owlishly, unable to comprehend that Kara confessed her love. The woman she loves actually loves her back. “You want to be with me? Romantically? Not in a ‘that’s-what-friends-are-for’ kind of way, but dates and romance and all that comes with it?”

A pretty rouge blush colors tanned, lightly freckled cheeks. Sparkling blue eyes and a shy little smile shine back at Lena. She can’t believe this is happening. A dimpled smile stretches across her own face.

Kara loves her back. She loves Kara and Kara loves her back.

Holy. Shit. Is this real?

Oh fuck. She hasn’t said it back! She needs to say it back!

She scrambles to get the words out of her mouth, her hand latching onto the one that is still resting on her cheek. “I love you too, Kara. I have for so long. I just…I can’t believe you love me back. I didn’t think you would ever feel the same.” She laughs, she can’t believe this is happening. “Is this real? I feel like I’m going to wake up any moment.”

Kara laughs. “If it’s a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up.”

Their eyes meet and they both lean in. When their lips meet for the first time, it feels like the world stops for a moment. Time restarts. Separately, they each realize that the universe may have broken them in very different ways, but those edges allow them to fit together so perfectly now. As if they just needed the last missing puzzle piece to slot into place so their hearts can finally arrive home.

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