#LENA NEEDS TO WEAR JEANS MORE

[harrysblues]

Eye Patch

The one in which Harry's kids get scared when their father gets hurt on stage.

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When Harry and Y/N's twins started to grow into toddlers, the couple quickly noticed that their youngest struggled to control her eye. That's why they didn't waste any time, and sooner rather than later, three-year-old Lena was wearing an eye patch to try to fix her strabismus.

The process of getting her used to wearing it was long and exhausting for Harry and Y/N, and they tried very hard to make it fun, buying eye patches with different shapes and designs. Their other twin, Harvey, was the most supportive of his sister, and he offered to wear matching eye patches with her whenever she was self-conscious about wearing it in public.

Harry and Y/N's twins might be toddlers, but they love and understand each other like no one else, and that fascinates their parents. Besides, the couple has tried so hard to make them understand that they are loved and supported no matter what, and it is very important to express their feelings with each other.

"Daddy do we have good seats for your concert tomorrow?" Harvey asks suddenly during their daily family dinner.

"Of course, my boy. The best in the house, always!" Harry answers, furrowing his brows. "Why do you ask, baby? You know you always get the best".

"I know, daddy!" His son answers playfully. "But it's the first time sissy is going to the concert with her eye patch, and I want her to have the best time".

Harry and Y/N can swear that their hearts melted when those words left their son's mouth.

"Oh," says Lena. "Daddy, I'm going to see you singing, right? You are going to be so far away, I need to see you".

Lena has always been a very anxious baby, and the family had, and still is, dealing with some heavy separation anxiety from her. The eye issue only added to this, and it has been hard for the couple to manage.

"Don't get nervous, my best girl" Harry tried to comfort her. "You three will have the best seats in the venue, and the important thing is to have fun! You see me every day, and I'm available always".

This seems to cheer her up, and the family moves on from this topic to talk about school. Sudden changes in conversation subjects are very common in the house, and Harry and Y/N can't lie and say they don't love it when their kids bring up things they want to tell their parents. Seeing them interact is one of their favorite things ever since they started to talk.

Dinner finished, and the kids were put to bed with a story read by Y/N and their song, Love of my life, sung by their father. It was not an easy thing to do like it usually is because they were too excited about their concert the next day. Even though Harry has toured for a while after they were born, this is the first time his twins are in the audience, watching him perform. Before this second leg of Love On Tour, they stayed backstage with Y/N and whoever would watch over them while Harry was putting on a show.

However, not long ago the twins started to feel more curious and understand more about their parent's, especially Harry's, lifestyle. That is the reason why they have let them watch the concerts whenever they show any interest about it.

The next day came by very quickly, and now the kids are getting ready with Y/N while Harry is rehearsing and putting together the outfit for tonight.

Lena has decided to wear a silver sparkly skirt that matches her cowboy hat paired with a t-shirt with a red heart in the middle, and Harvey is wearing bell jeans paired with a matching t-shirt with her sister and a royal blue boa. Y/N has let them choose their outfits, wanting them to have the most freedom possible, and she has to say she is quite proud of what they have come up with.

Unfortunately, the family didn't have enough time to wish Harry good luck like they usually would have, seeing that there had been an outfit malfunction, according to Harry Lambert, and the whole band was running late. This upset the kids for two minutes, and then Y/N suggested a face time call with Harry.

"Hi, my babies. I'm so sorry I can't see you before the show" He says with a pout on his face. "I promise I'll blow you a kiss from the stage, and give you lots of cuddles when I finish" Y/N can see the sadness on his face, knowing that he is upset he is not going to be able to get his good luck kiss and cuddle from his two favorite people.

"Don't worry daddy", says Lena. "Harvs and I just wanted to show you our outfits that mummy let us choose by ourselves!".

"Oh, isn't that right baby girl? Can you do a little twirl for daddy?" he says getting his face as close to the screen as possible, squinting his eyes to try to see his precious daughter in the most detail possible. "Daddy really wants to see your outfits".

The family spent the next thirty minutes following Harry around, from the make up chair to his changing room and everything, through his phone, until the moment it was time for him to change into his chosen outfit and get in the box.

"Okay babies, I need to go get ready", he tells them sounding way too devastated for him to be seeing them in less than fifteen minutes. "I'll see you on stage okay? Try to raise your hands the highest, sing the loudest, and have the most fun for me".

The kids promised to do all of that before blowing him multiple kisses and hanging up. They needed to get to their seats right now if they wanted to avoid getting swarmed by some fans. They are usually very polite and nice to Y/N, and especially the kids, but Y/N doesn't want to risk it without Harry there to help her.

They got there safely, and the twins, who are seated on each side of you, are happy to see that their father was right and that they have extremely good seats. They will be able to see their father without a problem.

"Mummy it's starting!" Harvey shrieks when the lights go out and the intro visuals start playing. "Oh my god mummy, I'm so excited!" Y/N never gets tired of how excited he gets every time he sees his dad in concert, it is always as if it was the first time.

Lena clings to your arm from the other side of you, her excitement for the concert to start being silent compared to her brother's. Y/N starts shouting and jumping with excitement as well, making her children copy her and start singing the songs. They also notice that Harry's outfit matches his children's, so that makes them shout even louder.

Harry doesn't take long to find them and when he sends a kiss to his family, the "Muah" that goes with his kiss is heard in the whole arena, making everyone aww.

"Mummy daddy can see us!" Both of the twins exclaim, shocked their father can see them from the stage. "If I send him a kiss will he see me?" Lena asks, genuinely curious.

You don't know how to answer because Harry is constantly moving on stage, so it would be very easy for him to miss his daughter trying to blow him a kiss. Nonetheless, Lena doesn't wait for her mothers approval and blows a kiss towards the stage.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Harry had been watching the whole interaction, and he didn't hesitate to take her daughter's kiss in the air and put it in his back pocket, making Lena squeal.

The concert goes as expected, and Y/N and the twins are having so much fun. Besides, Y/N is quick to notice that, distracted from the excitement, Lena hasn't once complained about the eye patch she has been in fact wearing in public. That is a huge achievement.

Y/N had planned to leave the seats and go backstage right before kiwi so they wouldn't have trouble getting there later. Nevertheless, a gasp distracts her from dancing carefree to one of the last songs of the concert.

"Mummy something happened to daddy", Lena says with concern in her voice. "Mummy someone threw something at daddy" She repeated, starting to tear up.

This makes Harvey notice how his father is rubbing his eye, and keeping it closed for way too long, making him worry and start clinging to his mum as well.

Both kids start full-on sobbing when they see their father unable to open his eye on stage, constantly rubbing it and trying to block the light from his eyes. Y/N hadn't seen the object, and she definitely doesn't want to ask her kids, so she is unable to assess the gravity of the situation. The only thing she is able to do is to take both of her kids in her arms and carry them backstage.

Once they get there she sits the kids on the sofa and dries their tears, trying to comfort them. "My babies don't cry"; she coos. "Daddy is the strongest person in the world, I'm sure he is fine. It just took him by surprise!"

This last sentence seems to calm the three-year-old twins, and they end up cuddling their mother, soft whines coming from them from time to time, sleepy eyes from all the tears getting hard for them to open.

The kids jump when they hear the door open, and when Harry goes straight to the bathroom instead of greeting them, they immediately start sobbing again. Harry hears them from the inside, and he is quick to open the door once he has checked his eye, and get to his babies as soon as possible.

"Oh my, sweet things", he says, quickly kneeling next to them and being almost pushed to the floor by the force his kids hugged him with. "What's happened? Did you not enjoy the show? Was it too loud?"

The kids don't respond, and Harry keeps rubbing their backs and kissing their tears away, unaware and completely clueless about what has made his sweethearts so upset.

"Daddy, someone hurt your eye!" Harvey exclaims with anger. "You are hurt, daddy". Harry's heart breaks with how upset he is.

"There is nothing to worry about, sunshine", he explains. "Daddy got hurt for a moment, but now I just need an ice eye patch to make the sting go away. I'll be perfect again in an hour".

"Eye patch?", his daughter perks up at the comment. "We match again?"

"Yeah baby, I'm going to match with the prettiest princess in the world", he tells her soflty.

"But mummy is the prettiest princess in the world", she fights back playfully.

"No no no, mummy is a queen", he clarifies turning to his wife. "Your mummy is the prettiest and most gorgeous queen in the entire planet".

"I agree", both of their kids say at the same time. "And then Harvey is the prettiest prince, and you are the prettiest king", finishes Lena, making Harry give her the biggest kiss on the cheek.

"That is right", Y/N answers while sitting down close to her family. "We are all beautiful and special in our own ways, isn't that right?".

"This deserves a big family hug for daddy to heal his eye, don't you think?", Harvey suggests, making Harry smile and hug his kids even closer. Y/N gets in the hug, giving Harry a passionate kiss and a knowing smile, she is sure that they are both thinking the same thing.

Their family is perfect, and they are the happiest they have ever been.

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[ev3rgreenxtrees]

Sweetheart

-M.S

Synopsis: Y/N takes a trip to the coffee shop, and meets a guy. She continues to see this guy at random places, until she decides to learn more about him.

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol & drug usage

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“You sure you dont wanna.. i dunno.. switch it up a bit?” Your best friend, Lena, asks.

“Is this about my coffee order, or the party I won’t go to?” You asked back.

“C’mon, you never go to parties with me!” She groans, causing you to let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, y’know why?” You ask rhetorically. “One, I don’t drink, two, I don’t smoke, and three, I would prefer to not walk in on people fucking.” You roll your eyes as Lena crosses her arms over the table.

“Guess what? One, you don’t have to drink. Two, you don’t have to smoke. Three, just don’t open doors, or knock. Knocking is a life saver.” Lena shoots back, and you sigh.

“I’ll think about it,” You shrug, knowing you’ll probably say no regardless.

Just as Lena goes to finally make your coffee, you hear the loud roar of an engine. You turn your head to the glass windows of the small empty shop, and your eyes wander to a motorcycle, pulling to a stop in the parking lot. A tall man steps off the bike, wearing black baggy pants and a black leather jacket over either a black tee or a black long sleeve.

Lena and you lock eyes, before both of you look over to the door when the bell rings. The man walks in, and slips his helmet off over his head. His brown hair falls in his face, his bright blue eyes lock onto yours.

You quickly advert your attention back to where Lena was, only to find she wasn’t there anymore. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for your friend, only to find her by the register. Duh.

“Hi! What can I get for you today?” She asks brightly, and the male looked towards her.

“Um..” He hummed, taking a quick glance at the menu. “I’ll just take a black coffee, if thats okay?” You cut out the rest of the conversation, just focusing on the boys looks. If you had to guess, he seemed around your age, 20. He had a sharp jawline and accentuated cheekbones. His bright blue eyes peered into Lena’s, and his hair shortish and brown. He was very attractive, you wouldn’t deny that.

“Hey, Y/N! He’s coming to the party tonight!” Lena yelled to you, and you snapped back into reality.

“Hm?” You hummed, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Remember Chris?” She asks you. You nod. “Chris is the one throwing the party. This is Matt, he’s Chris’ brother! He’s coming to the party tonight,” Lena ‘teases’, her eyebrows raising. You sigh, and shrug.

“Fine, Lena, I’ll go to that goddamn party.” You groan, and Lena smiles brightly at you.

Matt flashes you a small smile aswell, raising his coffee to you in a ‘cheers’ motion.

“See ya there.” He nods, before exiting the store.

“Oh my god, he totally wants you!” Lena yells, finally handing you your coffee.

“Lee, he said three words to me.” You rolled your eyes, giving her a ‘shut up’ look.

“Okay, so? He wants you! Dress your best for the party tonight!”

“Lena! It’s not a ball!” You groan annoyed.

“Okay, Okay! Sorry, just.. go start getting ready. I know it takes you forever to get ready.” She gently shoved you over the counter, and you grabbed your drink and made your way to the door.

“You’re giving me a ride there and home!” You demand, and she nods.

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳Hours later

You had finished getting ready. You had decided to wear low rise jeans, and a black sleeveless crop top. You fixed up the last bit of your makeup, before hearing your phone ding.

You lifted it, and saw the notification was from Lena texting you.

Lee🤍

‘im here’

me

‘okay, im coming’

You tuck your phone and wallet in your pockets, not needing to bring anything else. You head downstairs before leaving your house, and making your way to Lena’s car. You hop in the passenger seat, and Lena squeals.

“You look so hot!” Lena gasped, grabbing your hand. You giggle, before giving her the same compliment. You look out the window of the car, and before you know it, you’re parked on the side of the street. “We might have to walk a ways, theres no where else to park.” Lena smiles, before getting out of her car. You follow quickly behind, and you began walking down the road together.

You neared the house, there were a few people outside, but not many. You walked up the sidewalk and to the door. Lena opened the door, before pulling you into the house behind her.

Your ears were quickly flooded out with music, people holding cheap red solo cups and smoke clouded your vision. Lena pulled you further into the house, before your hand slipped from hers and she was gone. Fuck.

You couldn’t just leave, Lena was your ride, so why not try to stick around for a while? Or at least try to. You pushed yourself through the crowd of people, trying to find a place to sit. There was none.

You decided to make your way upstairs after squeezing through the crowds of people for about twenty minutes. You passed only about three people as you made your way up the steep steps, hoping that there would be much less people upstairs.

You were right, there were fewer people, but there was only rooms up here. You took what Lena said earlier into consideration, knock before you walk into a room. You walked to the farthest room, and knocked softly on the door.

“Come in?” You hear a slightly familiar voice call through the door. You did, and you were met with the boy you saw earlier on his bed.

“Um.. sorry, I can leave if you don’t want me here.. It just got a bit too crowded for me down there so I came up here.” You apologized, but Matt shook his head.

“No, you’re okay. I don’t mind. I was getting kind of lonely anyways.” Matt smiled while sitting up. He patted the bed next to him, inviting you to come sit down. You slowly made your way to the bed next to him, careful to give him enough room. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, you barely even knew eachother.

You felt anxious, but not just because you were sitting next to a really attractive man in his bed, but because this was the first party you’ve been to in a long while.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Matt asked, causing you to abruptly turn your head towards his, making him chuckle.

“Umm.. yeah?” You asked awkwardly. Sweetheart?

“You just seem worried.” He replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Mhm, just not.. used to parties.” You replied, a bit shocked by his actions. Actually, not ‘a bit’ shocked, you were extremely shocked.

“‘Kay. How come I haven’t seen you around before?” He asks. You shrug.

“Dunno.. I guess I don’t go out much? I’m not like Lena.”

“Lena? Is that your friend? The one at the coffee shop?” You nod.

“Black coffee was an interesting choice, by the way.” You giggle, giving the boy a disgusted look.

“It wasn’t for me.” He shrugged.

“Oh, who was it for, if you don’t mind me asking? Girlfriend?” You asked, figuring it was his girlfriend.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend. It was for my other brother, Nick. We’re triplets.” He chuckled, and the thought of him not having a girlfriend brought you joy, oddly enough.

“Ah.” You replied dully.

“Are you cold? You have goosebumps.” Matt states, and you realize you do have goosebumps. You didn’t even realize.

“Yeah.. Only a little bit though, I’ll be fine.” You reassured him, and he slowly unwrapped his hand from around your body, and stood up. You thought you did something wrong, before he opened his closet.

He pulled out a pastel blue hoodie, something you wouldn’t have pictured him wearing, and he walked back over and handed it to you.

“Here. This should keep you warm.” He smiled, before backing towards the door. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back.” He winked at you, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

You took this opportunity to sit up, and slip the hoodie over your head. It was soft, and it had a faint scent of his smell. Something you could get used to.

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

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[theshimadaslovers]

IBA - Inspired by Art

VERSION 2

Request by @azu21, this a version 2 of the IBA (a extra/bonus? Yeah?) First version called ONCE AGAIN.

Impatient

(18+ CONTENT)

(HANZO X FEM!READER)

Summary: Overwatch were celebrating after a succeed mission and everybody went to a fancy bar with poker, pool table, everything. It was a big party and you...take advantage to attack a old prey that always ran away. Hanzo Shimada.

Genre: Romance, funny, 18+, submissive.

Wsrning: Strong languages, provocation, 18+ (a little bit...lie).

Cassidy- In such a long time that we don't chill out like that...*Cole said holding the cigar on the lips ready to make the first shot on the pool table*

Lucio- Yeah! Drinking, laughing, playing, that's what I like! *He take a big sip on his caipirinha* They got caipirinha, bro! Fantastic!

Baptiste- *chuckle* Brazilians and the party fever, right?

Lucio- Hell yeah...the world is too black and white! We need to shake that up!

Genji- I think he's drunk.

Cass- Totally *laughs* Bingo... I got a ball. Hanzo, remember, if you lost the last shot...100 buck in my hands.

Hanzo- *smirk* Funny...

Mercy- *Get on the room* Boys? They're serving some hamburgers.

Genji- Oh yeah! That's my thing! *immediately get out the room*

Lucio- Hamburger?! Wait! I need two! *go after him*

Cass- *chuckle* Well, I'm starving, partner...I gonna need that burger.

Hanzo- I'll be practicing, I ate too much already. *laughs* Jean?

Baptiste- Yeah...is burguer, you know? Is not everyday. *He laughs also getting out leaving the door open*

*Hanzo stays practicing the pool game for a minute and outside, you were sitting with some of the girls*

Mei- I'm seriously! He just came to me and give a flower!

Brigitte- Ok, maybe Junkrat is not that bad! *chuckle* That was cute!

Phara- You girls talking about men are soooooo boring! *laughs*

Satya- We do not want to talk about boobs, Phara. *everybody laughs* This is a conversation between you and Tracer.

Tracer- Yeah, we should try that! *laughs*

Phara- Ok ok! But yes, Junkrat is not THAT bad...but looks like a psychopath.

Mei- Don't say that, Fareeha!

Brigitte- By the way! Y/n...are you interesting in someone?

You- *chuckle* Yeah...have a while.

Tracer- No way! Really?! Where? Who? When?!

You- Shimada...*smiled taking a sip on the drink*

Phara- Wait! Hanzo, right?

You- How do you know?

Phara- You always try to talk to him and he ran away! *laughs* I never thought that he's a shy man.

Satya- Hanzo? Uh, good lucky.

You- I know, he's a hard one! But makes sense.

Tracer- Yeah, he's life wasn't easy at all. Is he virgin?

Mei- Lena!

Tracer- What?!

Brigitte- Well, he's at the games room now...*smirk pointing to the door* You should do that quickly. Just do it!

Phara- With that dress? You wanna kill the man! *laughs* Look st her, girl! She's hot!

You- You know what? I'm done waiting *you get up* My alcohol is high and! I'm impatient with him! Enough of games.

Mei- Yes! Attack him!

Satya- Make the man beg on his knees.

You- I'll try my best. I'm feeling great!

*While you walk to the game room, the girls get excited cheering for you at the table*

*Hanzo was looking at the table thinking of a next move on the game. You lean against the doorframe while holding the drink, you watch him with that outfit...oh my, when he wears formal clothes! And he cut his hair, making even more attractive; the forearm showing with his tattoo, a Rolex on the wrist and gloves. What is that man? So beautiful and sexy.*

You- Hard to play alone?

Hanzo- *Look at you suprised and smirk* Ah...! No! Actually, I'm...practicing. *He back the eyes on the table but put the eyes on you again, now seeing your wearing; fitted dress with side cutouts on the both side of the legs, your thighs were a weak to him* Oh...

You- What? *You slowly enter the room*

Hanzo- Nothing! I...! I was seeing you dress...is pretty.

You- You like it? *You close the door making him feel more nervous*

Hanzo- Ye-yeah... is very pretty on you.

*You lock the door and he looked away feeling extremely nervous. You could see his red face, he couldn't handle himself close to you. You sit on the table with one leg, showing the whole tigh*

You- I want to see you playing.

Hanzo- I'm...not that good! *he laughs*

You- So...*you put the drink down* You're not busy?

Hanzo- No...?

*You stand up with a lip smile approaching him slowly*

You- This time, Hanzo...I'm not letting you go. *More you approaches, more he move away* Are you scared of me?

Hanzo- No...! *Yes*

*You grab his tie gently pulling him to you while walking backwards to the table sitting on; you pull him much closer to you*

You- Do something, Shimada...*You slowly open your legs letting him stay I'm between* I know you want to try.

Hanzo- M-my apologizes...! I don't think we...! *You grab a drink that actually was from Cassidy, you smelled and was a pure whiskey* Y/n...?

You- I think you need to loosen up a bit *you give him the glass* You're too nervous.

Hanzo- Bu-but...! *You take your finger to his lips*

You- You trust me?

Hanzo- *sighs* I...I do.

You- So why you're so afraid?

Hanzo- I'm unsure of that, y/n...

You- Unsure? Why?

Hanzo- We work together, right? This is...professional.

You- But right now we're in a party...there's nothing professional here.

Hanzo- But still in Overwatch's presence.

You- Are you scared of them?

Hanzo- I'm scared to something happen to you.

*You look at him for a sec...that was damn cute*

You- But you only care like that?

Hanzo- What you mean?

You- *smirk shrugging shoulders* Ah...well, we're friends... you're not scared if something happens to me anyway?

Hanzo- Of course I do! But relationships make everything harder.

*He wasn't wrong; have a significant other in the middle of a war makes everything harder, indeed. But...and now?*

You- Yeah...you're right. *You fix his tie and sighs a little disappointed* I'm sorry...I drank too much.

Hanzo- You like me, I can see that... *He hold your hands, still nervous, you could feel his hands sweat* I like you too, y/n...a lot. I could give you the world, peace, anything you want and need. But...I'm a mess.

You- It's ok be a mess *you smiled pulling his closer again and wrap your legs around his waist* I'm not perfect either.

Hanzo- *blush and chuckle trying not to invade your too much of your body* I don't think I could do that.

You- What?

Hanzo- Date.

You- Why's that? *You play with his hair In front of his face*

Hanzo- I...I don't know nothing about it.

You- I can teach you...actually, we learn together. Haven't you kissed before?

Hanzo- Never...is so embarrassing...! *He hide his face on his hands in frustration*

You- It's ok...Han, look at me. *you hold his hands* It's ok. I kissed like...three times. That doesn't prove how mature we are.

Hanzo- Is just... I don't know, doesn't suit me. Dating, kisses...*he struggles* Sex and etc.

You- *laughs* Suit? Love doesn't "suit" someone, dummy... It just happens. We lived a life with only one purpose; obey and make your father accept you. Did you ever lived, Han?

Hanzo- I only survive and serve Shimada as I should.

You- Your mother didn't teach you nothing about love?

Hanzo- My...my mom? *He reacts surprised, you always cared about his mother even never ever met her* My mother...she...yes, she taught us a few things about it. My father used to say that is useless...he wasn't a bad man, it was just business.

You- You grow up like him and Genji like your mother. *Now you hold his face caressing* You got to open up, Han...to stop being so lonely and sad.

Hanzo- My future Is write with my brother's blood, y/n... I'm under redemption.

You- I thought you have forgiven yourself.

Hanzo- Is...a hard path.

You- Yes, it is. You didn't let Zenyatta help you *smiles*

Hanzo- I won't take lessons from a omnic!

You- You only care about his metallic appearance? *You voice became cold*

Hanzo- He's a robot...

You- With soul, conscious and...dreams. Like us.

Hanzo- Honestly? I do prefer you to guide me.

You- Me? *laughs in suprise* Why? I'm no monk!

Hanzo- But you're a wise woman *now his hands finally rest over your thighs* And you make me...peaceful. And I like you.

You- Oh, Hanzo...*laughs blushing* You're finally opening up!

Hanzo- I have no escape *he laugh looking at the locked door* Do I?

You- No. Never. *You smile holding his face again* Is funny how you used to run away from me.

Hanzo- I had escape so...my body always act with panic around you *laughs* Still does. I feel nervous, you're a amazing woman...beautiful, strong, smart and so confident! What man resist you? I'm sure you have a lot of dating suggestions.

You- And I don't want any of them. I want you.

Hanzo- Why me? I murder my brother, I have a life full of disgrace.

You- But I'm seeing the Hanzo Shimada now, not the old one. You past dosen't matter anymore and it won't define who you are now. You changed, Han! You're new!

Hanzo- Not the man in the mirror. It looks the same.

You- You expect to change haircut and color? *both laughs* Mirror doesn't show inside. Does it?

Hanzo- No...*he chuckle looking away*

You- It won't change the outside. Appearance dosen't matter. Now... *you grant his tie again* Let's at least a little bit of fun.

Hanzo- *sighs and blush* I don't know how to this "fun"...

You- I'll start and you only...follow the rythm. *you kissed close to his lips*

*Hanzo looked at you for a sec, look down to your lips and moving to your exposed chest. He grab the glass of whiskey drinking in one sip, you laugh in suprise noticing that he was ready to try out*

*His hands slowly caress your thighs, feeling his breath heaviest and harder to control. He always liked your legs...his greastest weakness. You let him take his time, and you liked it...the slow sensation that makes you wish him more and more. It was just delicious. His hand went up to your waist pressing with his strong hands, for a man that uses a arrow and bow...got some firm fingers. That makes you release a small groan, what makes him look at you kind shocked..."I did that?", he thought with himself. It was pleasant to his ears. Slowly he explores your body, the body he always looked by accident, so attracted, is like a spell each time he looked. The body he always simp for. He tried to controlled his wishes; the wishes that didn't "suit" him, but when you start to untie his tie...oh boy*

Hanzo- Dammit...! *He steps away and you look at him confused* I can't!

You- But...it was going so well, Hanzo! I'm losing my patient...!

Hanzo- If...! If you want to have sex with someone, go outside and pick it! I can't! *He raise his voice in frustration*

*You looked down at him noticing the pants volume*

You- You get turned on and get scared of it?

Hanzo- No...! Yes! Ah fuck! *He sits in a chair, you get surprised by his curse word* I don't know...dosen't look me. Dosen't look right!

You- Right...I got a plan B.

Hanzo- What?

You- Come here.

Hanzo- ...Why? What are you doing? *he looked confused*

You- I said; come here.

*He stands up awkward and going to you again*

Hanzo- What...? *he saw you smiling*

You- Yeah... I have to be the bad girl, right?

Hanzo- Bad...? *He cleans throat, for some reason that turns him on more* Bad girl?

You- On your knee, Han... *He do it not understanding shit* Oh my god...you're a submissive.

Hanzo- Wait wait wait! *Before he stands up you put you leg on his shoulder* Well...ok.

You- *laughs* Hanzo... makes sense. Your whole life you've being obeying everyone. Ask me what I want...

Hanzo- *swallow dry* What you want? Tell me... *You felt surprised from the last words...he wanted it*

You- I want you to make me turned on...

*His mind key turned to another behave...he gets up holding both of your thights and pulling more against him making you shiver, cause you could feel his volume against your intimate. In a blink of a eye, you were turned on with success. He attack your neck, all the wishes he hold it back, now was time to release...because it was that what you demanded. His hands grab your waist positioning his thumbs on your groins. What a strong hand, uh? You hug him not holding yourself in rub over his volume, making both starts to exchange heavy breath and small groans. He help you, pulling you and now gluing you with his pelvis, also lift more your dress letting your whole bottom naked, only wearing a small lingerie (because of the tight dress) and your high heels. You rub yourself against his intimate starting to reach the maximus excitement, you grab his hair moaning close to his ear while he grab your ass helping you with the rubbing section*

Hanzo- What you want now...? *His breath voice invade your ear making you shivers and make a louder moan* Are you satisfied?

You- Aw please, make me come...! *you whining now make him shiver his whole body*

Hanzo- Fuck...! I need...! *He growls grinding teeth* I need to take it off...! It's so fucking uncomfortable...!

You- Do it...! Do it! *You immediately take your hands to his belt* I told you it was a good thing...! *you laughs while Hanzo grabbed other lost drink on the pool table and drinking it*

*One glass of whiskey and one glass of his left sake, that hits immediately.*

Hanzo- How I do that...? *He let you take his crushed genital out of his underwear, making him groans louder of relief* Ooh that's so good...! *he shivers feeling your touch on his hard dick*

You- Imagine...your dick being swallowed by a tight warm whole...! *You slowly starts to masturbate him*

Hanzo- Ah...! *He became whining curving his torso a little*

You- You want me to go faster? *You gently kiss his lips and he agreed* You've never touched yourself before?

Hanzo- Is...! Something...recently! *He tries to hold the loud moans stucked on his throat* Is something new...!

You- Bscause of...? *You smiles accelerating the movements*

Hanzo- You! Fuck...! *He looked down making him more blush and turned up* You make me so fucking horny...!

You- When was the first time?

Hanzo- When you literally sat on my lap... *He starts to gave up in holding the moans* I...! I had too...! Oh fuck...

You- Good to know... tell me more. *You smile starting to get satisfy*

Hanzo- Other times was just... fantasy...!

You- And how did you imagine me? *you laughed bitten your lips*

Hanzo- Oh fuck! *He felt the apex coming*

You- Tell me, Shimada *You were ready to torture him a little bit*

Hanzo- Just bouncing on my fucking...lap! Oh! Kuso...! *He gave a loud moan rolling his eyes and movement his hips on spams* Aww fuc...! Ah yeah...! *he smiled*

*The cum was in your whole dress, it would be hard to pretend but...who cares.*

You- *chuckles* You like it? *You started again, but his dick was to sensitive yet making his squirm and became whining* You need more?

Hanzo- I need...! I need you! Oh fuck! Wait...! Ah! *He grabbed your ass mistreating with his strong hands* Stop...! Wait! Ah! Again! *You could see tears on his eyes of so much pleasure* Aww...! Y/n!

You- Hmm? Said it again?

Hanzo- Y/n...! You did this to me...! *he chuckle* I'm fucking crying...

You- That's normal... *You hold his face finally given him his first kiss*

*Hanzo immediately understood how it works and insert his tongue to the kiss. His hands went to your thin lance panties literally ripping and throwing away. You smile between the kiss feeling he ready to introduce his cock on you, you helped him a little. Hanzo put the head first, what makes already gasp and you feel how rigid, pulsating and thick it was making you blush and groan a little*

Hanzo- Talk to me... *He looked down and hold you waist hard*

You- Fill me all... *You smile and he thrust everything making you scream and hug him tightly* AW! Fuck...! Yes! *He started to move making the whole table shake*

*Hanzo was full of pleasure, couldn't even speak and just moan loud. He didn't knew how good it was, his conscious was focus in the rhythm, only. Didn't take too long for you notice that he was ready to cum again, he slowed down that to take it off*

You- No... I said fill me!

*Hanzo smiled looking at your inserting everything on you again like a punch, making you scream again*

Hanzo- Would turn around for me right after? *He started to penetrate again, now slower and inserting every millicent of his dick inside of you, you shivers in every deep penetration*

You- Right...after...?! *You moan grabbing his arms tightly* Hanzo...!

Hanzo- *chuckle* You like me going deep, uh?

You- Aw shit...! Yeah!

*He accelerates the movements making open your mouth of pleasure, you could feel your eyey tearing. Fast, strong and deep penetrations. You could hear the moist noise and body colliding making you reach your top. You hugged him cumming, but he didn't stop there and you could only starts to whiny and cry*

You- HAN...! Oh God...! *You felt it coming again* Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!

*After you cumming again, he could feel your body totally stunned, he pick you up and turned you around laying you on the table what it was completely watered with your stick discharged of pleasure mixed with both cum. He penetrate now fitting his hands perfectly on your hip and pulling you against him every movement...fast, strong and deep. The table move shaked even more and you? Totally surrendered. Hanzo cum beautifully, he could hold it after you cum twice. It came...perfectly. The cum hit him in a way that makes him lose himself for a second.

Hanzo- ...! Oh fuck...! *He roll his eyes with his torso falling in your direction* Holy shit...! *he whinny with tearing eyes too*

*His legs are shaking and his body begging for a little more... he makes small movements inside you feeling his deliciously sensitive cock. He spasms again hitting a orgasm that was still holded, hitting him again to the paradise. You could only moan loud against the green table, feeling your pussy completely destroyed and soaked. He stayed there for one minute to take the breath again and get his conscious back*

Hanzo- Oh...*he chuckled tearing* What was that...?!

You- Aww...*You whiny and he step away* That was your first time...? Are you sure?

Hanzo- *laughs sitting down on the chair close there* Yeah...I trained a little bit.

You- I can't move...

Hanzo- I'm so sorry...*He gets up and helping you to stand up, pull down your dress* You're ok?

You- *You smiled all messed up feeling your legs weak* Is being a long time...

Hanzo- *He laughed blushing feeling proud of himself* A long time? *He put back the underwear and pants back*

You- Yeah...*You talk slowly like it was drunk* It has being a long time that I don't get fucked...

Hanzo- Yeah? *He smirk in front of you while you lean on the table* It was good?

You- *laughs* This is not you first time...it can't be. You fucking hold it...

Hanzo- Yeah, It wasn't easy. But I'm a trained man. *Laughs and hold your waist* Sorry about the panties.

You- I'm not gonna need that today...*You lean your forehead against his chest* Aw Hanzo...Fuck you, man.

Hanzo- *He laughs out loud* You're welcome and I already get fucked. Hey...*He hold your face making you look at him* I love you.

*You eyes wide open feelings everything shivers, but this time, it was happiness. He saw how surprised and in shock you were, he just chuckled giving you a sweet kiss on the lips*

You- I love you too...but how are we gonna look like that there?

Hanzo- Well...it's being...*he look at the clock on his wrist* Almost 2 hours in M.IA...They may know at this point.

*He helped you to fix your hair, make up and clean your dress. Both went out to the principal room and everything LITERALLY stop everything they were doing to look at you guys with a smile*

Hanzo-....The room wasn't soundproofed? *He whispers feeling his face burning*

You- ...*You looked at him* Wasn't?

Genji- MY BROTHER LOST HIS VIRGINITY!

*Everybody cheers with Genji and Hanzo only could hide his face with his hand, you couldn't stop laughing*

Ana- *laughing and approaches holding you both hands* I'm sorry, we could hear just a little bit, but don't be ashamed! We're more than sure that...it was...pleasant. *she smirk*

You- Ana...! *You blush hard and she laughs*

*You and Ana hear cheering from the boys and they were literally throwing him in the air*

Hanzo- STOP! Y/N! ANA! HELP!

Boys- One! Two! He's a big boy! One! two! He's a big boy!

Ana- *chuckles* Are you going to marry him?

You- Of course *smiles*

Ana- *She looks at your wet dress* He finished outside, right?

You- ....did what?

Ana- *Raise her eyebrows*

You- Ah...oh! *You laughed nervously*

Ana- Y/n! *She stay in shock*

You- If! If I get pregnant, I'll accept!

Ana- And he?

You- *sighs* He would definitely accept. He said that he loves me *smile and blush*

Ana- *sigh and smiles* Well...you both are adults. But if you get pregnant, marry!

You- *laughs* Okey dokey! *You look at Hanzo that still was being tortured by the fellas* Do we rescue him?

Ana- Noo...let them. *both laughs*

Brigitte- GIRL! *She ran on the high heels to you and others girls following her* TELL US EVERYTHING!

You- What...?! Everything?!

Ana- Huhu... ok, girls behave.

Mei- It was good? Let's make a girls night!

Tracer- How it was?! Is big?! Is good?! DID YOU CU-

Ana- Lena! *laughs* Let her breath!

You- I'm not gonna answer if he's big! *laughs* Stop it! And yes...I did. Three or four times...?

Tracer- FOUR TIMES?! *Brigitte he had mouth* HMMMM!!~

Niran- Did he make love or sex? *appears behind you*

You- What the hell you're doing here, Niran? *laughs*

Niran- Girls niiight ~

Brigitte- Let's go home NOW!

Mei- Girls night?

Angela- Girls night?! *on the back* Did someone said girls night?

Ana- Women night! Let's go! .

Art by: I tried so much to find... I swear :")

[formsofcontinuity]

chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ,6, 7, 8, 9 and 10 (or, all earlier chaps on AO3)

chapter 11: pipers piping

“I have to admit, this is not what I was imagining.”

“And what were you imagining?” 

Lena shakes her head in fond bewilderment at the scene before her. “Not this.” 

When Kara had proposed picking her up for lunch, she’d meant it quite literally, swooping onto the balcony of the Foundation at precisely a quarter after twelve, and gathering Lena into her arms before flying off again. Luckily, Lena had dressed for the occasion of a cool, ocean-side flight, having more or less followed the instructions from Kara’s cryptic morning text message: Make sure to wear something warm, pants, and shoes you can easily take off.  Well, nothing in Lena’s work wardrobe really fits that description, so Lena had merely changed into jeans, a soft cable-knit sweater, and slip-on flats after her last morning meeting, hanging up her skirt suit to return to later in the afternoon. 

Now, she can see why Kara was so precise in her description; the blonde had flown them about fifty miles down the Pacific coast, landing in the middle of a deserted stretch of beach. A few dozen sandpipers are milling about, scattering when Kara gently touches down, but slowly emerging again to peer at these unexpected visitors. 

“It’s rather brilliant, actually,” Lena continues, “The pipers lyric always make me think of, well, pipes.” 

“Copper or steel?” Kara asks, deadpan. 

Lena laughs. “I meant like flutes, pan pipes, you know.”

“I do know,” Kara preens, just a little bit. “And I’m glad you approve of my brilliance–for once.” 

“Truth be told,” Lena slides her hands up the front of Kara’s suit and around her neck, “I’ve approved this whole time. Very impressive, all the things you’ve pulled off in less than two weeks.” 

Kara leans down and kisses Lena lightly, smiling. “Wait, this isn’t everything. Take off your shoes. We need to take a little walk.” 

Kara dematerializes her suit to reveal loose linen pants and a fitted white t-shirt; she’s already barefoot. Lena looks Kara up and down appreciatively before leaning over to slip off her shoes. 

“Oh!” 

“Are you okay?”

“The sand’s just a little cold.” 

“I’m sorry! Are you cold otherwise? I can’t really tell.” 

“No, no. It’s a beautiful day. I’m fine.” She wiggles her toes into the sand. “It just caught me off-guard.”

Kara folds Lena’s hand in hers and pulls her south down the beach. “If a breeze picks up, I’ll keep you warm, okay?”

The sandpipers run up and down the shore gracefully on their long, thin legs, occasionally dipping their narrow beaks into the sand or the seafoam. Kara explains how some species are endangered, but she’d been careful to select an area where they wouldn’t be disturbing any vulnerable populations and that it wasn’t nesting season anyway. 

“You know an awful lot about sandpipers.” 

To Lena’s surprise, Kara’s face flushes adorably pink. 

“I may have done some research.” 

They come around a small series of dunes, and Lena sees where Kara’s been leading her. She’s set up a picnic, complete with blanket and wicker basket. Kara pulls her down onto the blanket gently, and unpacks the food: bread, charcuterie, several types of French cheese, figs, and olives. 

They sit, surrounded by dunes, and make rather short work of the food, especially once Lena catches on that Kara’s trying to regulate herself and encourages the blonde to eat as much as she wants. After, she packs up the picnic again, using a touch of superspeed, and sets the basket neatly at the edge of the blanket. 

“How much longer do you have?”

Lena looks at her watch. “Another hour before we should head back.”

“Perfect.” Kara pulls Lena between her legs, so that Lena’s back is pressed to the blonde’s front. Kara leans her chin softly on Lena’s shoulder as they peer out at the ocean together. 

“Kara,” Lena’s voice holds a note of awe as she takes in their surroundings–the cool blue of a cloudless winter sky; the stillness around them except for the occasional sandpiper with its chattering little cheeps; the undisturbed stretches of sand; the ocean, a brilliant blue, rhythmically offering itself to the shore. “This is beautiful.” She turns her head until she can look at Kara out of the corner of her eye. “Thank you.”  

Kara cranes forward, then, and kisses her, a gentle hand on Lena’s cheek drawing their mouths together. They stay that way for a moment, a soft exploration of lips, but the angle makes any deeper contact impossible. Soon, Kara is guiding Lena’s body back onto the blanket beneath them, moving so she’s propped over her, supporting most of her weight on her arms until Lena snakes a hand over the small of Kara’s back and pulls her down. Their bodies press together, warm and whole. Kara sighs, Lena lets out a breathy little exhalation, and then they’re lost in each other until Lena’s alarm, which she’d had the forethought to set, chortles and brings them back to reality. 

Kara drops Lena back off on her Foundation balcony at precisely three-thirty in the afternoon, in time to change and prepare for her four o’clock meeting. She’s a little sandy and a lot distracted, pleasantly addled from making out with Kara on the beach for close to an hour, but manages to get herself mostly cleaned up and moderately focused. And if Lena’s department heads notice that their boss is smiling more than usual or that her hair glitters a bit when it catches the light from a few errant grains of sand, no one says a word. 

It’s ten at night before Lena finally manages to head home, texting Kara to let her know she’s arrived safely. Kara’s response is immediate. Can I come over? Just for a minute? I miss you.

Lena could never say no to a request like that. 

Lena waits for her outside, and Kara arrives on the balcony as she did the morning this all started, with a whoosh and a flap of her cape, except this time she kisses Lena in greeting. 

“Will you stay the night?” Lena asks without preamble but quickly clarifies, “To sleep. I’ve missed you, too.”

Kara’s eyes fill with an adoring sort of joy, something wholly and ineffably beautiful. “I’d love to.” 

In a protracted echo of New Years’ Eve, they change and brush teeth and wash faces in a kind of domestic dance, as if they’ve been doing it for years, harmony in motion. And when Kara slips past Lena to let her finish up in the bathroom, she lingers for just a moment, pressing into Lena’s back and kissing her lightly at the juncture of her neck and jaw.

This time, it’s Lena who opens her arms as soon as they’re lying side by side in bed, and Kara who falls into them gratefully. As sleep begins to overtake her senses, Lena thinks–no, she knows–that this is what she wants every night from now on: to be soothed by the steady tattoo of Kara’s heart, to be warmed by the cadence of her slowing breath, to love Kara with everything that she has.

#supercorp #12 days to say i love you #one more to goooooo #holiday fluff #lena luthor #kara danvers

[queenofstelena]

A wonderstruck Christmas Chapter 2

Summary: Human AU Elena and Stefan stay at the Gilbert lake house for Christmas. They open presents and Stefan surprises, Elena, with a very special surprise. AU where Stefan never died, Elena is still human along with Stefan, There are both 28, Damon and Elena never dated, and Elena's parents are alive. (Stefan proposes to Elena.)

Notes: Next chapter will feature the romantic dinner and Stefan and Elena's parents/family finding out about the wonderful news. I originally was going to just make these two chapters but I feel like it should end here and I'll wrap this short story up in the next chapter. I hope you all liked this story so far!

Chapters: 2/3

Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Damon Salvatore, Miranda Gilbert-Sommers, and Grayson Gilbert.

Warning(s): None just fluff!

Rating: General Audiences

Hope you enjoy <3

Elena and Stefan's apartment

Elena had one of those wonderful mornings with blissful dreams and felt completely refreshed. She opened her eyes to her buzzing phone. She turned over to see Stefan calling her. She smiled softly at this.

"Good morning, Lena I have a surprise for you!" Stefan said sweetly but with a hint of mischief. "Ooh, that sounds fun, I can't wait."

"May I ask what this entails Mr. Salvatore?" She asks, laying up from her bed.

"Well, since you asked Ms. Gilbert we will be going on a little vacation but the location is a surprise!" Stefan said, smiling mischievously.

"Vacation? But tomorrow Christmas?" "I know it's Christmas tomorrow but I wanted to do something special for the both of us. And I think you'll be incredibly happy. I know this is the few Christmases without your family but I think you'll change your mind, you'll see." Stefan said convincingly.

"Alright, then I can't wait!" "But what should I need to wear? Elena asked.

"Love, whatever makes you feel comfortable aka casual clothes," Stefan said sweetly to Elena.

"You know me too well Stef, thank you for all of this I think we need a romantic VK."

"I love you, and I'll pick you up in 20 minutes. How do that sound?"

"Great, I can't wait to see you! I love you! Bye!" Elena said hanging up. She smiled as she got up from her bed. She went to grab her special pen and her olive green diary. She thought I haven't written in this for a little while now. it's time for an update.

Elena moved to her window as she started to write...

12/24/22

Dear, diary I know it's been a while, I had gotten a new one since I thought I lost this one. I felt devastated since my mom gave me this for my birthday and it meant the world to me. I've told you about Stefan my boyfriend maybe, hopeful soon husband. I met Stefan when I was 17 a senior in high school. I had broken up with my boyfriend at the time Matt, he had his whole future planned out and I was still searching for it. But I also felt a lack of passion and understanding. In the end, we wanted different things but I'm glad we're on good terms. But when I met Stefan everything changed, there was passion, he understood me, and it felt perfect. But not perfect like everything was amazing but more as if everything was right or fell right into place. It was as if we were meant for each other, soulmates even. Right now he's planning something all I know is we're going on a vacation but I don't think it's far since I'm supposed to dress casually and it's too close to Christmas he wouldn't plan something like a trip to Hawaii. Anyways, I better get ready now.

~Love, Elena

Elena moved from her window to her vanity to put up her hair. She ran her hand through her hair, grabbed the majority of it, and then tied the hairband. She got up from the stool and headed over to her closet. She found a red Stretch Top, collarless leather bomber jacket, boot-cut jeans on the racket, and classic converse in the corner. This was the outfit she wore when she met Stefan, it was very special because of this. She placed the shoes that were on the side of her closet beside her. And then grabbed a pair of socks from the left side of the closet, then went to the bathroom to change.

2 minutes later...

Elena walked out of the bathroom with her Red stretch top, collarless leather bomber jacket, and boot-cut jeans. She turned to her room and grabbed her converse. She laid them on the bed as she sat down. She put one foot forward as the other was down and tied her shoelaces. And vice versa with the other.

She decided to put on some makeup for this special occasion. She went over to her vanity once again and grabbed some blush, eyeliner, mascara, and neutral colored pallet for eyeshadow. She also grabbed brushes to apply the blush and eyeshadow. First, she grabbed the light brown and opened the pallet, she brushed softly apply powder to her face. Then, she grabbed her eyeliner carefully gliding the liner on the lid of her eye. After she finished, she grabbed the mascara and looked up while applying it. Lastly, she rubbed the brush softly, on the powder and then made brush strokes parallel to one another. She must have thought I don't need makeup for Stefan he loves me with or without. I normally do where it, but today is special and I think it'll be nice.

He should be here any minute now...

Gilbert Loge

Stefan pushed back his hair with the hair jell which fit his face nicely. It's like falling pieces into place. He then pushed the top of the soap bottle squirting soap onto his hands. He rubbed both of his hands fast and put his hand under warm water. He shook his hands in the sink and grabbed a soft towel to finish the job. He grabbed his plaid shirt and denim jeans along with his boots. He made his way over to his couch and tied the strings.

He took a look around and thought I think Elena will love these Christmas decorations, I mean she always does but it'll be even special this year because I'm proposing. And it'll be amazing since it's at her family's loge. He smiled softly, at this thought.

Stefan made his way to the stairs and grabbed his keys, he headed outside to his Porsche to pick up Elena.

I should be there soon...

10 minutes later...

Ding Dong the doorbell rang and Elena came walking down the stairs to greet Stefan at the door. "Hey, are you ready?" Stefan asks softly.

"Yes," Elena says smiling at him and gazing into his olive-green eyes. Stefan holds out his hand and she takes it, they both walk to the car. He opens the door like a gentleman and she gets in.

As he is driving Elena asks "Are you going to give me any more hints?" Elena asks innocently. Stefan pauses for a second and then says "It's very familiar." Stefan said mischievously looking over at her. Elena pouts at his response. "Don't worry love, we'll be there soon!" Stefan said sweetly.

"Ok, good if we didn't I think I would have died of boredom," Elena says dramatically, holding her hand up to her forehead. Stefan scoffs at this while smiling trying to contain his laughter.

After a few minutes of driving, they arrive at the Gilbert loge. Elena gasps, she hadn't been here a few years. "It looks just as amazing as it was when I last saw it. Thank You, Stef!" Elena said, smiling. Stefan held out his finger signaling to wait as he got out of the car. Stefan walked over to open the door. "Why thank you, Mr. Salvatore." Elena smiled as she said this.

They both headed towards the door, Stefan grabbed the keys to unlock the door.

The pair walked in and as you walked in you could smell the chicken and vegetables from here. It smelled delicious. You also could see the fairy lights all around the house it was beautiful.

Wow, Stefan, you did all of this?" Elena questioned looking around at the fairy lights. She also could spell the fresh vegetables from the living room, she smiled softly thinking 'he did all of this for me.'

"Yes, of course, anything for you!" Stefan walked with Elena as they headed for the kitchen. They walked over to the counter Elena looked around taking in the scenery.

'Nows the time Stefan, it's time to propose to her.' Stefan grabbed the velvet black box from his pocket and knelt down beside Elena.

"Thank yo-" Elena turned to face Stefan and covered her mouth in shock. "Will you marry me?" Stefan asked. "Yes, I will marry you," Elena said hugging Stefan. Stefan pulled away and placed the beautiful diamond ring on her finger.

#the vampire diaries #tvd #stelena #stelena fanfic #stelena fanfiction #tvd fanfiction #the vampire diaries fanfiction #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #nina dobrev #paul wesley #stefan elena #elena and stefan #stefan and elena #stefan x elena #stelena shippers club

[rjcollinsauthor]

Chapter 8

Classes, dining hall, and home were my new schedule since that night with Noah. I've probably called myself every name in the book, which sent a wave of depression through me, causing me to stay in bed, eat my weight in snacks and watch reality tv. I'm caught up in another episode of Love Island when I hear a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I asked around a mouth full of Cheetos.

"Henry." a deep voice said.

I shivered. It now hits me that I haven't been updating him on my progress in a week.

"One second, I'm just getting out of the shower."

I closed my laptop and jumped off my bed. I do the quickest clean-up humanly possible. And by clean up, I mean stuffing everything under my bed and covering it with my comforter. I used a rag to wash my face, spa some water on my body and changed my clothes from pajamas to jeans and a tv shirt. I took my bonnet off and freed my curls. When I looked decent, I walked over and opened the door.

Henry is standing there and looks as powerful as ever. Dark brown skin, almost black eyes, shaved head, and tattoos all over both arms.

"Henry! Why didn't you call?'

He walked in without an invitation, and I closed the door. I watched as he looked around the room,

"I did. Several times, in fact. Why haven't you answered? I had to get someone else to check in on you to make sure you were alive.".

"You have someone spying on me?" I asked in horror.

He waved it off like it was no big deal that someone was watching me without me knowing. He took a seat on my bed, and I cringed as we both heard the loud sound of one of the chips bags I forgot to stuff. He pulled it out and looked at it, then at me.

"Lena, do you need to be pulled out? Because we could always have someone else do this."

I shook my head. "No, I'm finishing this to the end."

"Then what's going on? This isn't like you. You haven't checked in with me, and you know your initiation is coming up?"

"Yeah, I know."

I've gotten dozens of reminders programmed on my phone.

"This was too much for you, wasn't it?"

"No!"

"Look at you, Lena; you have bags under your eyes, and I can smell whatever food you have under your bed."

"I'm not giving up. This is just a rough patch. It won't happen again, I promise. I'm doing this for us. Your sister and I. What they did to her...." I shook my head, not even daring to finish it.

Henry stood up with grief written all over his face. He walked over and pulled me into his arms, and I hugged him back. It took everything in me not to cry into his chest. Although he wasn't my real father, he was everything I needed and more.

"I love you, kid."

"I love you too." I let him go. "I need a favor before you go."

****

After that visit from Henry, I kicked myself into gear. I was wearing a white floral dress and braiding one side of my hair when someone knocked on the door. I opened it and found Jessica in a strapless white dress that goes to her ankles.

"Hey," I said and returned to the mirror to finish my hair.

"Hey?" she said, and I heard the door close. "After you literally saved my family, all you can say is 'hey'?"

I looked over, confused. "Would a 'hi' be better?"She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me.

"You should be making me thank you on my knees."

"Not necessary, but you can pay me back by letting me go because I have serious issues with intimacy."

"Right," she said and let me go. I felt her taking in my outfit. "What are you getting dressed for?"

"The same thing as you."

"It can't be the same as me."

"It is. I'm officially going to be a new member of the Blue Rose."

"Bullshit."

"Bulltruth."

I finished my hair and applied some makeup as Jessica stared at me with her mouth wide open.

"You can't."

"But I am."

"If they find out-"

I cut her off. "I'm joining as Lena Warren. No one knows who I was other than you and the boys."

"They'll tell on you."

"Nope, because that would mean explaining to the High Court how the poor foster girl was able to get over on them multiple times. Especially since they are supposed to be these future badass leaders."

"What about Noah then? You haven't done anything to him."

"Haven't I?"

She raised an eyebrow, and I didn't explain as she followed me out of the dorms and towards the football field. We took seats on the bench and watched the scene unfold. Noah was on the field with the rest of his teammates as his coach was shouting at him, and as if he could feel me there, he looked up at me. It wasn't anger I saw, not even sadness, more like he was tired. He walked off the field, never sparing a glance back at me.

"What did you do?" Jessica asked.

I was still looking numbly at the field. This should feel good. I should be jumping with joy, and yet I just felt numb. I should have never slept with him. It's messing me up.

"All the players had to take drug tests this year because of the steroid epidemic from last year. Turns out he's been pumping steroids all this time. His results have come back. Guess he's kicked off the team. His teammates will definitely be pissed because they have no chance to win any game this year without him."

"You scare me and turn me on."

I laughed. But I understood the feeling. It was the same one I had for Noah.

"You know I only paid your dues, so you wouldn't be indebted to them, right?"

"Yeah."

"That means this is your chance. Don't show up tonight. Make yourself the last Ross there."

"But my mom-"

I waved her off. "Already taken care of. She'll be getting even better treatment, but this time with only the string of leaving Blue Rose forever."

She gave me a quick hug.

"But what about you? You can't do this alone."

"Yes, I can."

"Well, I don't want you to. Let me join. I'll help you on the inside. We can work together. It shouldn't all fall on you. Please, Lena. I know you said no strings attached, but I will go the rest of my life feeling like I owe you."

I sighed and looked over at her. "If you screw me over-"

She shook her head. "I won't, I swear."

"If you screw me over, Jess. It won't be like last time. I'll ruin you. I promise you that."

I heard and saw her visible gulp, and she nodded her head in fast motions.

"I'll do whatever you want."

I nodded. I was unsure about bringing her in but having her there would take some of the edges off. We watched the rest of the game to pass the time until tonight. And when the game was over, we got in my car and headed to the edge of town where the Blue Rose society was being held.

Tonight's event was held at a hotel that was fully booked out for only members of the Blue Rose. We got to the hotel, both got out of the car, and I handed my keys to the valet.

"You ready for this?" Jessica asked.

"Hell yeah."

#romance #writers on tumblr #writing #fiction #dark academism #dark romance #bookaddict #booklover #dark stories #romance books #books on tumblr #bookboost #booknerd #bookstagram #dark aesthetic

[chronal-anomaly]

character headcanons: clothing style & describe your muse’s smile!!

Some headcanons for your wednesday || accepting!

clothing style

Lena's clothing style can be summarized by athleisure wear. Whether it's teaching, coaching, volunteering, taking down rogue omnic forces, or just hanging around her house, you can almost always find her in a pair of leggings and oversized hoodie. She'll usually wear a t-shirt beneath it, for when she gets hot, and a sports bra. Running shoes are a constant as well; she will buy new shoes often, just by sheer need of how she abuses them, so there might be some outfit coordination with her shoes alone. Outside of that, it's whatever she finds comfortable to move in. When presented with a need to be presentable - like being asked for something more professional in the classroom, she'll wear black skinny jeans that almost look like dress pants, and a presentable sweater. Otherwise, with Overwatch, she'll wear her uniform, dress blues, or Overwatch branded gear including a Blackwatch hoodie that Jesse gave her years ago, as the situation necessitates it.

describe your muse’s smile

Coming from more humble backgrounds and being British, her dentition is slightly lopsided, with many of her teeth slanting every so slightly to the left and one of her canines being set back a bit farther than the rest. This, coupled with her affinity for lifting half of her face first, can result in a crooked looking grin. Overwatch has offered to correct her teeth on several occasions, all of which she has denied ( no, she doesn't care if it'll make her look better on camera ). She likes her teeth and her smile, and without it causing problems for important tasks like eating and talking, she probably will never seek out cosmetic repair for it.

#lena 'this is how i keep my humanity' oxton with her crooked teeth i love her so much #yes i am projecting and no i do not care #in this house we celebrate crooked teeth #( headcanon. ) #byanyan #thank you grey!!!!

[nyxx-blacx]

Another NSFW survey (answered)

1. What was your first “adult” experience?

- I guess finding some explicit magazines in my fathers dresser.

2. What’s the hottest thing you’ve done to someone else?

- creampie + squirting moment

3. Do you like giving head?

- no. Love.

4. Do would you rather give head or receive it?

- Giving more than receiving

5. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?

- yup

6. Have you ever fooled around outside?

- kinda. I need to do it for real to legitimize

7. What are you wearing now?

- ripped forest green skinny jeans and a black shirt at work

8. Where is the craziest place you’ve done it?

- maybe in my car I suppose

9. Do you like sexting?

- love it

10. When you’re on top, what’s your favorite position?

- doesn’t matter to me

11. Do you like eating ass?

- depends on the person I’m with, but generally YES

12. Do would you rather eat ass or have your ass ate?

- I’d rather eat than be eaten

13. What are you wearing right now?

- double entry

14. Where’s the most uncomfortable place you’ve ever done it?

- in my car lol

15. Do you find older people/ partners attractive?

- I do!

16. Do you like being naked or are you shy about it?

- I’m very shy about it, but I want to do it more

17. Have you ever fooled around with more than one person in one day?

- yes

18. Have you ever done stuff around other people?

- yes

19. Do you ever fantasize about an ex or a previous hook up?

- absolutely

20. Have you ever gotten or given car head while driving?

- yup

21. Have you ever hooked up with someone you weren’t supposed to hook up with?

- define “weren’t supposed to” LMAO

22. Have you ever had a threesome? If not would you like to someday?

- nope, and I’d like to try someday

23. If you could have sex with any porn star, who would you choose?

- Lena Paul, hands down

24. Do you like getting tied up? How about tying someone else up?

- I’d like to tie someone up. Being tied up?, never done it but wouldn’t say never

25. Most embarrassing sex thing you’ve confessed to a friend?

- Eating out a girl on her period

26. Have you ever been caught fooling around?

- probably

27. How old were you when you started masturbating?

- maybe 10?

28. what was your go to sexual fantasy in high school?

- anything with high heels, thongs, or interracial

29. What’s the highest number of sexual positions you tried in one session? (feel free to name a few if you can remember)

- maybe 6?

30. Would you suck on anyone’s toes or let them suck yours?

- no. No. NO.

31. Favorite things to do or have done to you during foreplay?

- I love massaging and dirty whispering

32. What is the riskiest text you’ve ever sent?

- probably “want some dick to feel relieved?”

33. Have you ever hooked up with a friend?

- yup

34. If you knew there would be no future repercussions, do you think you could ever be a porn star?

- eh, probably not now

35. What’s an instant turn-on for you?

- Back and forth aggressive flirting

36. How old were you when you had for first kiss?

- 17

37. What’s the kinkiest thing a partner has asked you to do? Did you do it?

- DP using a dildo, and ravaging

38. What’s the farthest you’ve gone on a first date and did you think that would happen before hand?

- maybe hugging? Seconds dates are usually the fun stuff

39. Would you rather be blindfolded or blindfold someone else?

- hell why not both? But probably blindfolding someone else

40. Would you ever have phone sex?

- yup

41. What do you think of open relationships?

- not for everyone, but I could see the real benefits

42. What’s the longest you’ve gone without jerking off?

- maybe 1 month? Or 2?

43. Is there a position that you would like to try, but have not done yet?

- yup, there’s a few

44. Have you ever hooked up with a coworker?

- nope

45. What’s the most memorable sexual experience you’ve had?

- there’s so many tbh

46. Would you lick someone’s armpits or let them lick yours?

-…..maybe? Not initially tho

47. have you or would you try BDSM?

- would love to try or start rather

48. How many exes’ numbers are still in your phone?

- all but 1

49. Have you ever caught someone else having sex or masturbating?

- yup

50. What is your ideal romantic to sexual ratio?

- honestly 1:1, at most 2:1. I’m a sentimental bastard

51. Would you say you have a (Physical) type or type(s) and if so how would you describe it?

- I guess I have a type, but I hate admitting that because everyone’s beautiful. But yea, I have a type

52. Have you ever had sex with someone that you weren’t really attracted to?

- yup

53. Is there a sexy scene from a movie or porn that you would want to try and recreate?

- yup

54. What do you find most attractive in a partner/ hook up?

- energy. Connection. Just vibes

55. Have you ever hooked up with your teacher/professor?

- nope

56. Big ass or big dick?

- or you asking my preference or what I have? Because I have both! But big ass

57. Do you like sending/ receiving dirty pictures?

- both!

58. Do you like to edge?

- edging doesn’t work for me. I gotta release if I start

59. Have you ever recorded something sexual?

- YUP!

60. Do you like being dominated in bed, or do you like taking the lead?

- mostly taking the lease, but I’m a situational switch so

61. What kind of underwear do you usually wear? (Boxers, Briefs, Jockstraps, etc.)

- none

62. Do you like dirty talk?

- no. Love

63. Do you prefer to top or bottom?

- top

64. Do you like your hair pulled? being spanked? etc.

- I’ve never had my hair pulled and probably wouldn’t like it. But I’m given both to others

65. Most inappropriate place or time you’ve gotten aroused?

- shit, ANYTIME

66. Favorite sexual compliment you’ve ever received?

- “That’s….a REALLY big dick omg 😳🥴, I’m kinda scared”

67. Do you own any toys?

- i do

68. What is your favorite position with you on the bottom?

- 69

69. What’s one public place where you would want to do it?

- geez, anywhere, probably balcony for sure

70. Biggest kink or fantasy you’re willing to admit?

- I LOVE getting squirted on

71. What is your go to sexiest pair of underwear or outfit you own?

- nothing

72. Does the thought of recording a video or being watched turn you on?

- absolutely

73. Do you shave?

- sometimes

74. Do you prefer your partner shaved, trimmed, or all natural?

- doesn’t matter

75. Have you ever tried roleplay? if not would you?

- yes

76. What kind of outfit or clothing would you like to see a partner in?

- depends on their lifestyle

77. Have you ever choked someone or been choked during sex?

- both

78. If you only had 30 minutes left to live what would you like to try?

- extending my life

79. How often do you watch porn?

- almost daily

80. Last time you jerked off?

- probably yesterday

81. Have you ever done or received a striptease/ lap dance? would you want to?

- yup, and yes more please and thank you

82. Would you rather hear or watch a partner pleasure themselves for you?

- both, but I’d rather watch

83. What’s one thing you would like more of in bed?

- sex

84. What kind of porn do you usually watch?

- mostly interracial or squirting. Literally random otherwise

85. Weirdest sexual experience?

- don’t know if it was “weird” but definitely felt self conscious. Having ED

#survey #survey filled out

[hangingontheclouds]

lena luthor in jeans

we need lena in jeans more often in season 6.

the woman is her own boss and she can wear whatever she damn well pleases.... which should be jeans.

#supergirl #lena luthor #lena #cw #dc #kara danvers #jeans #I LOVE LENA IN JEANS #LENA NEEDS TO WEAR JEANS MORE #WHO IS WITH ME?? #love the power suits #but time to give them a break

[searidings]

You’re my favorite writer so I just wanted to send a small prompt of SC finally getting together because Kara can’t stop looking at Lena in her look from 6x16 (certainly understandable). I hope you have a great day!

(also on ao3)

It's something Eliza had taught her.

Or maybe even Jeremiah, way back in the beginning. A way to cope with the overwhelming, broadening her stimuli response to prevent overload. For anything that became too much – a crowded mall, a car backfiring in a cavernous parking garage, even a loud sneeze – she learned to employ each one of her five senses with deliberate precision, grounding herself in all incoming sensations to prevent any one individually from taking over.

It had helped with the bad and, over time, had also helped her to appreciate the good. Centring herself, focusing not just on the sight or sound in front of her but also on the feel, the taste, the smell— it brings her clarity. Enhances her appreciation, allows for more comprehensive enjoyment.

She hasn't needed these skills for years, has used them only in moments of extreme joy or pleasure that she wishes to capture and remember as thoroughly as possible. But, Kara realises, it's a good thing she has these tools in her arsenal because right now in this moment there is—

i. sight

—and Rao, what a sight it is.

She'd landed on the Tower's balcony just like any other day, walked into the main control centre just like any other day. And then her eyes had fallen on the lone figure seated on a high stool at the work bench, and suddenly it is no longer any other day.

Today, Lena is not wearing her typical boardroom outfit from her L-Corp days, the soft jeans-and-sweater combos reserved for game nights and sleepovers, or even the slacks-and-blouse ensemble she's frequented since her move to the Tower.

No. Today, Lena has pulled the dark wave of her hair up into a big, messy bun, flyaway hairs framing her face that flicker like molten amber in the sharp morning sun. The style accentuates the cut glass line of her jaw, the regal column of her throat where it disappears into a soft black turtleneck. Kara's eyes track the skintight material down, down, down to the leather belt at her waist, the skirt that hugs the curve of her hips and legs save for the slit cut to mid-thigh, the tantalising peek of creamy skin beneath. Her eyes fall lower still to the black suede of her boots, rising relaxedly to cover her knees, no—

Kara's mouth runs dry. Rising to cover her thighs.

Even if only one is visible, and even if only in part, it's still enough to make Kara's head spin. The whole look is finished off by a smudge of dark plum that draws attention to the full curve of her lips, a striking companion to the dark sweep of her brows, her lashes above the crystalline green of her eyes.

This is very decidedly not just any other day.

Kara doesn't move, doesn't breathe, for a solid ninety seconds while her brain tries to compute the image Lena makes before her eyes. Her heart has migrated up into the Sahara of her bone-dry throat, stomach dropping out her ass as her pulse thuds like a bass drum somewhere deep in the cradle of her hips.

Lena— Lena is always gorgeous. Always, in every shade and hue and state of undress and disarray. But this, this, is something else altogether.

Lena notices her at last, glancing up from the book she'd been perusing, one long elegant finger extended to mark her place. Kara's eyes trace her hands, the slender tug of tendons and the delicate lines of bone, the way the contrast of the faded page beneath her palm makes her skin appear to glow alabaster in the sunlight.

“Hi?”

It sounds like a question, one perfect brow arching as plum lips split into an expectant smile.

Kara, narrowly resisting the urge to check her own chin for evidence of drool, snaps herself out of her daze with single-minded determination. She clears her throat, licks her dry lips. “Hi.”

“Everything alright?” Lena asks when Kara still doesn't move, feet rooted to the same spot from which she'd first caught sight of her best friend. “You're, uh. You're staring.”

She certainly is. “Oh. Oh, uh.” Kara shuffles her feet, unsticking them from the floorboards and forcing them to walk without trembling to the workbench in the centre of the room. “You, um. You look really nice today.”

Lena's cheeks flush the palest pink, the first dusting of sunrise on a snowy morning. Kara's eyes catch on the pulse thrumming at her throat, the near-indetectable flicker beneath the hinge of her jaw.

She wonders what it feels like. That blush, that heartbeat. She wonders what it tastes like.

"Thanks,” Lena whispers, ducking her head, twin arcs of dark lashes fluttering. She motions to the pages before her, clearing her throat. “I, uh, I think I might have found a spell that could help us.”

Kara rounds the table to stand beside her, making a show of focusing her gaze on the page before them as Lena explains something about energy transfers and containment spells and varying interpretations of third century classical Latin.

This focus lasts all of half a heartbeat before her eyes begin to wander, insatiably drawn to the myriad details revealed by her new proximity. Her visual receptors are overwhelmed, gaze bouncing erratically between each new discovery like a ping pong ball in a vacuum.

Kara swallows hard. Her eyes lock upon the fingertip Lena's tapping against the incantation at the bottom of the page and she finds herself transfixed once more by how long Lena's fingers are, how broad her palms, how the blunt edges of her short nails round against the smooth canvass of her skin.

Next, her field of vision hones in on the soft curls at the nape of Lena's neck, half-trapped beneath the high turtleneck collar where they've escaped from her bun. This is followed by a brief sojourn on the near-translucent shell of her ear, shot through with morning sunlight, then by a rapt fascination with the fine baby hairs that skirt her temple to the arch of her cheekbone, the downy curve of her jaw.

Lena is still talking, and Kara hasn't heard a word she's said. She's just been staring at her best friend like a dumbstruck fool, and she needs to snap out of it before Lena catches on. Resolved, she sucks in a breath so deep it's almost painful, a misstep on her part that ultimately proves fatal because then in addition to sight there is—

ii. smell

—and any hope she had of regaining her composure dies a quick and painless death.

The lungful of Lena she's just inhaled is intoxicating and before she knows what she's doing she's pressing a half-step closer, eager to breathe her in again.

Lena's hair smells bright, fresh and clean like the expensive sea mineral shampoo Kara has taken to stocking in her own shower of late. There's the cloying chemicals of her makeup and the waxy sweetness of her lipstick, the worn leather of her boots and the musky blush of the perfume at her wrists. The nape of her neck and the soft skin behind her ear smell smoky and rich, the warm base scent of her accentuated by the ever-lingering tang of chemical explosions, propane and molten solder.

Unbidden, Kara's mouth begins to water. She sucks in another eager lungful just as her half-addled brain registers the sudden silence between them, snapping her back to herself with a start.

Lena has turned to stare up at her pointedly. Kara finds herself lost once more in the lush curve of her arched brow, the way the movement sends up another heady cloud of samphire-scented conditioner.

"Kara?” the object of her fascination asks, pulling her so sharply from her enthralled haze that she actually jumps. Lena's brow quirks a quarter-inch higher. “Have you been listening to a word I've said?”

“Of, of course I have,” she manages, breathing pointedly through her mouth so as to avoid another assault on her olfactory senses. “You've found a spell that might help us.”

Lena looks as thoroughly unconvinced as the weak cover warrants, but Kara doesn't have the mental capacity to worry about that in this moment. She's too busy trying and failing to focus on anything other than the utterly overwhelming amalgamation of sight and scent that is her best friend right now.

Blessedly, her Kara Danvers phone vibrates in her boot a split second later and she's shooting off to Catco with a hasty apology before anyone can start asking uncomfortable questions about her behaviour. She doesn't relax, doesn't even breathe again until she's hovering in the empty air high above National City, confident she can manage it without losing her mind.

If the crisp scent of Lena's shampoo lingers on the back of her tongue, that's nobody's business but her own.

-

The afternoon at Catco helps to push some of the lingering enthrallment from her mind and by the time her interview prep is complete and the call comes through that she's needed back at the Tower, Kara feels like she might even be able to face Lena without completely losing her shit.

The thing is, she's an expert at this. A seasoned pro at blocking out overwhelming sensations, at diversifying her sensory input in order to moderate her own response. She thinks back to her first years on Earth, to the soft knit blanket she'd squeeze to ground herself through the maelstrom of untempered superhearing and the scented dryer sheets Eliza would hold to her cheek when her x ray vision became too much to handle. Thinks of the slew of coping strategies she's been forced to acquire throughout her time on this planet, of how they might be repurposed now.

Because, okay, the sight of Lena today – in that shirt with that lipstick and that slit up the length of her thigh – might in fact be too much to handle. May have quite possibly fried her brain, just a little.

But, she reasons, all she has to do is ground herself, focus on her other senses, and keep it together.

After all, this is Lena. Kara's been practicing the essential art of blocking out the more distracting facets of her best friend since the day they first met.

And so, maybe smell isn't the way to go, given the hard reboot her mind had involuntarily undergone when she'd caught a whiff of Lena that morning. But that's okay, that's fine, because Kara has three other senses that she's going to use to remain centred and stop making a fool out of herself.

This is fine, she's fine. She's a seasoned pro. She's got this.

-

It takes all of three seconds for her to lose it again.

The main room of the Tower is deserted when she touches down, but she doesn't even have time for confusion or worry because then there is—

iii. sound

—and every iota of her previous infatuation comes rushing back full force.

Lena's heels click across the worn boards of the control centre, syncopated perfectly with the white-hot thud of Kara's heart. The material of her skirt swishes against soft suede, cotton stretching and contracting around her arms and shoulders as she sets her notebook down on the workbench.

She turns her head to smile at Kara's arrival and her superhearing picks up the gentle clink of the double sets of gold hoops adorning each of Lena's ears, the near-inaudible whisper of stray hairs against the collar of her shirt. Now that she's focusing on it, Lena is a symphony, from her steady heartbeat to her rhythmic breaths to the quiet knock of her belt buckle against the edge of the desk.

“Hey.”

And there, the sweetest sound of all, the melodic lilt of Lena's voice tripping across the space between them, hitting Kara's ears like the light tinkle of windchimes on a summer's day.

“Hey yourself,” she manages, pulling herself out of her slack jawed stupor and crossing the space to join Lena at the bench. “You called? How's it going?”

Because, yes, maybe her eyes and nose and ears are being assaulted by such a whirlwind of stimuli from this woman that she feels a little lightheaded, but there's a limit to how weird she can be around Lena in the span of twenty-four hours without drawing attention to herself, and she has a feeling she's already hit it.

She breathes through her mouth to avoid Lena's perfume, recites the Prayer of Rao backwards in Old Kryptonian in her mind to drown out the beacon of her heartbeat, keeps her eyes on the lines of the spell book so they don't wander off to any nearby curves, and tries her best to get a grip.

She actually manages to focus – albeit briefly – on what her best friend is saying; a rundown of the afternoon she'd spent in the lab, her progress on tracking Nyxly, the revised translation of that morning's spell. Kara's nodding along, mentally congratulating herself on her iron-clad concentration, when Lena reaches out once more to trace her fingertip along the lines of the hexagram on the page.

Kara's watching her, watching the muscles and ligaments shift beneath delicate skin, and then suddenly she's reaching out too and then there is—

iv. touch

—and a bolt of incandescent electricity shoots from the top of her skull to the tips of her toes.

Her hand lands atop Lena's, stilling it against the page and she can feel the confusion in the other woman's gaze, hear the question already forming on her lips.

Her skin is tingling where it touches Lena's, palm moulding to the mountain range of her knuckles, the knocked arrow of her finger and she only has a second to salvage this before it gets really weird. Her brain is still stuck, wheels spinning somewhere between the scent of the lavender soap clinging to Lena's hands and the sounds of her heels shifting against the floorboards, thus executing no oversight of the words that fall out of her mouth.

“Sorry, I just— I missed you today,” she finds herself saying, not untruthfully. “How about, um. A hello hug?”

As soon as she says it her entire being is screaming for it, for an amplification of the feeling of their hands stacked together and the chance to take Lena into her arms.

Lena, to her credit, takes the odd request in stride, which probably says more about her years of experience with Kara's weirdness than it does about anything else. There's an incredulous slant to her brow and an uncertain tilt to her mouth but after a moment, she nods.

There's an awkward second that feels like a suspended eternity as they slot together, angling arms and tilting heads but then they click, the circuit completes, and pleasure courses through Kara's veins like wildfire.

Lena's arms slide around her neck, bobbing up on her tiptoes even in her heeled boots to rest her chin on Kara's shoulder. She anchors her own arms at Lena's waist in return, squeezing lightly as they settle into the embrace.

Lena is so soft, so warm and tactile and pliable to the touch and the sum total of it all, the way she looks and smells and sounds and feels is so glorious Kara struggles to remember why she ever lets her go.

She decides to take advantage of the granted proximity, fingertips playing across the brushed fabric of Lena's skirt, the smooth juncture of her belt and up to the ribbed cotton of that goddamn turtleneck. She charts the ladder of Lena's ribs, meets the straps of her bra through the sheer fabric, up and up until her fingers trip against the folded neckline, playing through the escaped curls at the base of her skull.

She scratches her nails gently against Lena's scalp beneath the tug of her bun and Lena lets out a quiet sigh that hits Kara square between her legs.

It starts to make sense, then.

Her obsession with every minute detail of Lena's existence, her need to employ grounding techniques just to avoid being completely overloaded by her best friend's mere presence, every time over the course of their relationship that she's carefully turned her focus away from the finer points of the woman before her in order to keep a level head— it all starts to sharpen into a picture she's been ignoring for far too long.

This particular outfit, the boots and the bun and that motherfucking turtleneck may have been the tipping point, but the effect Lena has on her is nothing new.

Emboldened by her own crisis of clarity she continues her gentle exploration, knuckles brushing the side of Lena's throat as her other hand thumbs sure circles at the small of her back. Touching her is enthralling, addicting, wonderful, made even more so when Lena shivers against her chest.

"Kara?” she whispers and it's another inundation of the senses; the breathy sound of her voice, the tangible hitch of her breathing, the faintest hint of mint tea on her breath. "What are you doing?"

“You feel so good,” Kara hums before she's fully decided to, tightening her arms a fraction.

Lena pulls back, just enough that they're face to face without breaking the circle of their embrace. Her gaze is searching, eyes roving Kara's face intently as though seeking an answer to a question long buried. “Yeah?”

She looks at Lena then, the sum total of her; the purse of her lips and the skate of her jaw and the flyaway wisps of ebony hair, the viridian crystal of her eyes.

She wants to touch her. Wants to listen to her and gaze at her and breathe her in for as long as she possibly can. She wants to put her mouth on her. Wants to press her lips to the pulse fluttering hummingbird-quick at her throat, feel the bright metallic tang of her earrings on her tongue, paint her own mouth with the glossy wax of her lipstick.

Because, she realises, there's one of her five senses left as yet untested.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, meeting Lena's gaze with a steady kind of surety. She tugs her closer still, tracing paths of worship up and down her sides, squeezing as tight as she dares. “I don't want to let you go.”

Lena's gaze on her face, so heavy, so penetrating, softens at last. A breath sighs out of her, her own grip on Kara's neck strengthening. “Then don't.”

For a moment they watch each other, breathing the same air. She thinks of the question they've been skirting for six long years; sees the answer she'd never dared to dream of etched into each beloved line of Lena's face. She hopes her own answer is reflecting back the same.

She thinks that maybe it is, because in the next moment the tension pulling taught between them snaps with all the heraldry of a divine chorus and then she's leaning in, and maybe Lena is too, and there's one more moment of heady, blissful anticipation and then there is—

v. taste

—and the warm press of lips and the slick slide of tongues, the flavour of mingled panting breath and the faintest hint of fresh mint tea as they come together again and again in the most overwhelming, pleasurable, joyous moment of Kara's life and there's not a single shred of doubt in her mind that this woman, this kiss, is the sweetest thing she'll ever know.

#this has got to be the gayest thing i've ever written #me 🤝 kara danvers: waxing lyrical about every single minute detail of this woman #you know what i'm not even sorry. you all saw that outfit. you understand #thanks for the prompt and the lovely lovely message! hope you enjoy this and also that you're having a great day #asks #anonymous #dings dot txt #supercorp #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl

[lubdubsworld]

The Devil’s own.

Jungkook x OC

Mafia Au!

Warnings : Non-Con ! Manipulation, Degradation, Shitty hero with no redeeming Qualities you have been warned. ( i mean he does get better but not much.)

Summary : Just Mob Boss Jungkook doing mob boss things.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I wasn’t sure how long I stayed there , staring at the ceiling and trying to come to terms with what had just happened. It was revolting. It was nauseating. It made me want to claw my own skin off. I stared at the intricate designs , carved into the ceiling, the panels that reflected life and made the room seem bigger than it was. The scent of jasmine and rosemary clung to the sheets and the drapes in the room, cloyingly sweet and meant to arouse the occupants.

I wondered how I’d got here.

I had memories of satin silk sheets and bright lights. My father had always spoiled me, the best of the best only for his only daughter and I’d indulged in luxury to my heart’s content. More shoes than I could possibly wear in a life time. Every season’s collection, straight into my wardrobe whether I asked for it or not. Diamonds and rubies and emeralds set in platinum and gold , jewelry to match my clothes and even my car if I felt like it.

I shut my eyes in despair. I didn’t miss the luxury as much as I missed the solitude. The option to just not do anything. My father hadn’t cared enough to see what I was upto and everyone knew that I was betrothed to Jungkook.

And that meant no dates or party invites because after the third guy got his arm in a sling after accidentally brushing past me , word kind of spread.  Stay away from Elena Gong or the Jeon kid will break your bones.

I shuddered. It had been an obsession, I thought vacantly.

Jungkook had been obsessed, even back then. I just hadn’t paid much heed to him. Because Jungkook back then had been terrifying but also ridiculously endearing in some way. He had seemed for lack of a better word…..insignificant. I was beautiful and rich, never lacked for attention and he was just one among the dozens. Even if I was betrothed to him, I hadn’t given much thought to him.

And Jungkook had taken my indifference in stride. He’d laughed and played around and I hated to admit it, treated me like a queen. Flowers, chocolates and gifts every other day . He would follow me around like a puppy , and I wondered if perhaps my dismissive attitude towards him back then had been a mistake. Did it push him over the edge?

My heart ached fiercely and when I finally willed myself to move, my body protested.

Every inch of me was sore and aching. My head because of how hard he’d gripped my hair. I sat up on shaky legs, fingers trembling as I pulled my shit up to stare at my body. Bite marks littered my skin, marring the smooth surface and I felt bile in my throat at the memory of his teeth on me.  Finger shaped bruises were beginning to bloom around my thighs and I couldn’t breathe over the agony ripping up my insides.

I glanced down between my thighs, at the sticky mess of his release dripping down into the sheets, staining the sheets a murky pink. I shuddered, disgusted. God, I hated him. Where was my phone? My clothes were still there at the foot of the bed and I noticed the small door on the right wall. Crawling off the bed on shaky legs , I limped carefully to the bathroom.

I took Hoseok’s shirt off dropping it in the corner before turning the showers on.

The water felt like a whip on my skin as I sat on the tiled bathroom floor , a small washcloth gripped tight in my hand as I carefully cleaned myself up. I had no idea what the time was… It must be very early or very late. No matter. I had to get out of here and get to Jisoo. I swallowed, imagining her alone all this time. The doctors had said she would be up in Guilt churned as I quickly grabbed a towel from the closet and wiped myself down.

It took me another ten minutes to finish dressing up and just as I finished slipping into my shoes, the door opened.  I glanced up, catching sight of Hoseok as he leaned against the door. He looked a little haggard, a black silk shirt unbuttoned to his chest and tucked into fitted jeans. I stared at him, watching the way his gaze roved over every inch of exposed skin, looking just a tad bit worried.

“The Hospital called. “ He said gently, “ They’re ready to release you sister. They want to know if you can come pick her up. The baby’s going to have to stay in the NICU for a couple of weeks.”

I groaned. Great. More bills.

“I need a job. “ I said miserably. “ Help me out.” I stared at him beseechingly and Hoseok gave me a look.

“you know the kind of jobs I provide. You’re not built for it. “ He said shortly and I shook my head, impatient.

“that’s not what I meant and you know it. You and your friends pretty much own every club in the city. Get me a job ….” I whispered, moving to stand in front of him and he recoiled.

Just as always, I thought bitterly. Coward.

As much as a coward now as he’d been ten years ago, when he’d pretended that he didn’t have any feelings for me. Pretended that he didn’t give a damn about me.

The throb in my skull grew in intensity.

My throat was dry and I felt my vision swim a bit. I was tired. Exhausted . I hadn’t slept in….how long really? I hadn’t eaten in a day…for sure… And I likely wasn’t going to be eating for a long while, let alone feeding Jisoo if I didn’t get a job right away. I had twelve thousand won to my name and that was it.

“Jungkook-“ He began but I was sick of his name so I growled.

“Fuck, do you want me to beg Hoseok? I will… I can’t … I need a job… Please.” I said desperately, staring at him and his gaze softened.

“Elena, stop looking at me like that, fuck.” He swore, turning and punching the wall hard. “ fuck.”

“Just help me get a job. I’m not asking you to give me money or something.  You don’t even have to get it for me… Just tell me who’s hiring ? Somewhere away from Jungkook and his men.” I whispered , and the sheer irony of it didn’t escape me. Jung Hoseok was possibly one of Jungkook’s main men.

He ran his hand over his forehead, shaking his head.

“You’re going to get me killed someday.” He muttered, “ Fine. There’s a club down in Itaewon. It caters to cops and lawyers exclusively so Jungkook and his men usually keep out of it. My friend owns the place. His name is Im Jaebum.  I’ll get you a job there , waitressing. Is that alright?” He said softly and I wanted to sob in relief as I nodded. Itaewon meant pretty close to where the bakery was. I could take the bus.

“Fine. I’ll talk to him and call you. Here…” He held out a wad of cash and I took it greedily, eyes widening at the 100,000 written on the margin of each note. This was a lot of money.

“Hoseok…”I said stunned and he shrugged. “ Get food and baby stuff for Jisoo. If she’s going to feed the baby she needs to eat well. Fruits and veggies and lot of protein. If you run out, tell Jaebum you need some advance. He’ll pay you well.”

I nodded, stuffing the money into my pockets quickly . I swallowed when my insides throbbed, aching something fierce.

“Thank you.” I said softly, staring up at him and he hesitated, before reaching out and gently cupping my face in his palm. I flinched at his touch and he recoiled.

“Was he… Did he hurt you?” He whispered quietly and I smiled bitterly.

“Wasn’t that the whole point?” I sighed, shaking my head . I hesitated . I wasn’t sure if Hoseok would listen to me but I had to try at least.

“ Can you not tell him? That… That I was a virgin?” I asked quietly and he nodded.

“Wasn’t planning to.” He said casually.

I stared at him. I’d always found him handsome. Beautiful. Perfect . And I wondered where we had gone so wrong.

“Do you regret it.” I whispered. “ All those choices you made.”

“Which ones? …” he asked bitterly.

“you know… “ I snapped. “ the ones that lead us here. You and me…. Standing here like strangers. “

“I wouldn’t risk my life for a stranger. Which is what I’m doing every time I help you .” He said quietly.

“So what are we then?” I demanded.

“Old friends” He said casually.

I snorted.

“Fucking coward.” I whispered , loud enough for him to hear as I brushed past him and walked away.

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I trudged all the way to the VIP room in the hospital flinching because that was probably a lot of money to be repaid , now owed directly to the devil spawn that was Jeon. I had grabbed a small meal on the way before quickly getting the bus to the Hospital. It was little past eleven in the morning and the hallways were packed with people. Sighing, I moved to the room where Jisoo was, slowly opening the door.

Min Yoongi sat on the chair next to the bed, gazing idly at my sister in law.

To say that I was shocked would be the biggest understatement of the century. My lips parted in shock, panic bubbling up inside me as I exhaled sharply.

“What-“ I swallowed gazing between him and my Jisoo, who was sitting up against the backrest on the bed, a tray of food on her lap and a small smile on her face.

“Lena!! You’re here!” She cried out softly, tears filling her eyes at once as she held both her hands up. I moved to hug her but my mind stayed on the man near the bed, his sultry feline eyes trained unblinkingly on her. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to get my breathing to regulate but it was impossible.

What on earth was Yoongi doing here?

“Mr. Min came to see me. He told me he knew Daehwan.” Jisoo said softly, looking sad but hopeful and I felt my heart turn over as I turned to stare at him.

Min Yoongi knew Daehwan as a target . A hit he had carried out himself.

But I couldn’t say a thing. Not in front of Jisoo.

“I’m only here to offer my help. It pains me to see you suffering, Jisoo. I know your husband would want you to be taken care of.” He said softly, his gaze still fixed on her and I didn’t like it. At all.

Bile rising, I gave him a glare.

“I’ll take care of her. Please don’t trouble yourself.” I said shakily and he glanced at me, lips parting a bit, turning into a smirk.

“You look… well rested.” He smirked and I flushed.

“Lena, come on… I know all this…this must be expensive. We can use all the help we can get and Mr. Min-“

“Please call me Yoongi, sweetheart.” Yoongi said charmingly and my sister in law blushed. I felt my skin crawl.

“Y-Yoongi said he has a spare room. I can’t stay in the bakery.  And it’s not like he’s a murderer or anything. He showed me his card. He’s a lawyer.” She said softly and I sighed in despair. Jisoo was naïve bordering on stupid and I wasn’t equipped to deal with this.

As I watched she went back to the food, eating ravenously and I felt my heart clench. I could see the twin damp spots at her chest and I noticed the breast pump on the table. It looked brand new. I hadn’t even thought about things she may need after the baby, too preoccupied with all the hospital bills and medicines I would have to pay for.

Diapers. Baby wipes. Those little flannel pieces mothers used to wipe down the baby. I felt my head spin, turning to Yoongi who was staring at me casually.

“Can we talk?” I said quietly and he straightened.

“Jisoo ssi… Please enjoy your meal. And here…” He gave her his phone. “ If you’re done, just give me a buzz on this.” He showed her something on the phone .” Go on try it.”

Jisoo pressed down on the screen curiously and Yoongi’s watch rang .

He grinned as she smiled.

“See? One touch and I’ll be here yeah?” He said softly, and I felt like I was stuck in some kind of drama, glancing between the pair of them.

“Are you leaving?” She asked curiously and he shook his head.

“I’ll be right here, outside. Having a word with Elena. You can finish your food and I’m guessing it’s time for you to pump again? The pediatrician said you’d have to pump every two hours with the milk so… if you get it ready, I’ll drop it off at the NICU.” He said calmly.

Jisoo nodded, staring at him with wide eyed gratefulness and I sighed in despair.

Yoongi moved to the door and I gave her a small smile before following him.

I waited till the door had closed behind me before turning to him, furious.

“What do you think you’re-“

“I want her.” He said shortly.

I felt my jaw come unhinged.

“No.” I hissed, furious and helpless with rage. “ Yoongi-“

“Don’t make me put a bullet in your head for this, Elena.” He said calmly and I exhaled shakily.

“She’s… You know she’s not like us. She doesn’t know anything about this life. As far as she knows my brother was a surgeon who got killed in a hit and run. You want to …. What do you really want? Did Jungkook put you upto this?”

“If Jungkook would have his way, your sister in law and your new nephew would both be dead. You know this.” Yoongi said casually. God, could I ever have a conversation with anyone without Jungkook being dragged into it? When did my life get twined so intimately with him?

“Where is he?” I asked quickly and Yoongi shrugged.

“He’s out of the country. He left an hour ago.”

“Switzerland….” I said before thinking and Yoongi stiffened.

“How did you know?” He demanded and I froze.

“I… I overheard …..someone.” I muttered and Yoongi moved so fast I barely caught it. The next second I was pressed up against the wall, his forearm pressing into my throat and holding me down while he held a knife right against my jugular.

“Nice try. Now the truth.” He hissed.

“Ouch..” I choked out , coughing  a bit. “ Fine.. Hoseok.. Hoseok told me.”

Yoongi pulled back.

“You fukcing him?” He asked casually and I glared at him.

“none of your business.” I snapped.

He laughed at that.

“I know you aren’t. Hoseok loves his dick too much to risk having it castrated.”

I sighed, shaking my head. I wasn’t here to talk about these bastards.

“Just leave Jisoo alone.” I said quietly and Yoongi sighed.

“What are you going to do with her, Elena. You can barely afford to feed yourself. You should be thankful I’m taking her off your hands.”

I ignored his nonsense and moved till I was pressed up against him, fingers curling into his chest. Yoongi looked surprised, lips twisting in displeasure when I blinked up at him.

“please.. Yoongi…” I begged, “ Don’t do this to me.” I said quietly. “ I … she’s all I have… She… My brother had nothing to do with any of this. You know that….He left this life decades ago. I don’t… I don’t know why Jungkook wanted him dead in the first place. I loved my brother and my brother loved his wife. I owe it to him … Please…just…Please leave her alone.” I whispered softly, letting my fingers drop to grip his arm.  

He tugged his arm away at once.

“ She needs more than empty platitudes and good intentions. She needs food and a place to stay with her baby. I’m giving her that.”

“And what do you get in return?” I demanded angrily. “ She just gave birth, fuck you. You can’t touch her , not unless you’ve lost the last shreds of humanity in that conscience of yours.”

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not doing this for sex, Elena. If I wanted easy pussy, I would have come to you…” He smirked.  “ Don’t forget that Jungkook and I share our toys, yeah?”

I opened my mouth to retort before remembering that I was trying to get him to listen to him.

“Then why? What do you want…tell me?”

“I told you. I want her. As she is.” Yoongi shrugged.

“You killed her husband.” I said , voice shaking as I remembered what Jungkook had said. About my brother begging for his life because Jisoo was pregnant. And how Yoongi hadn’t given a shit and shot him anyway.

“A minor inconvenience. Trust me if I’d seen her before I killed him…” He sighed, shaking his head in regret and I frowned.

“You would have spared him? “ I asked bitterly and Yoongi laughed.

“No.. I would have killed him sooner.” He smirked. “ Is there a point to this whole conversation… I’m getting bored and Jisoo’s waiting inside.”

“We’re supposed to get her out of the hospital today and-“

“I’m taking her home.” He said briskly. “ I’ve already spoken to her. And She’s agreed that a ramshackle , dilapidated bakery isn’t the right place for a new mother and a tiny baby.”

And the worst part was that I couldn’t even disagree.

And I couldn’t help but feel angry, betrayed. Jisoo was…. How could she? She hadn’t even bothered to talk to me about it… Just agreeing to move in with Yoongi. She was older than me. Supposed to be the smart one. My body ached. If that was the bed she was going to make , she could lie on it.

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“Going somewhere?” Jungkook’s voice made me freeze.

I swallowed, straightening and stepping back almost instinctively. He stood in the doorway, a cigarette held between his teeth as he stared at me . He looked like he’d showered as well, hair still damp and the smells of citrus and mint permeating the air around him.

It was exactly ten days since I’d last seen him and I’d settled into a routine of sorts. Im Jaebum’s bar, Venom was an exclusive club in Itaewon and I could easily disappear into the shadows, staying low and using the beret ( a part of the uniform ) to keep my face hidden as I served the patrons. Like Hoseok had said, the place was filled with cops and lawyers. Yoongi was a frequent fixture here , stopping for just a drink on most days before heading home to my sister in law.

It made me sick but there was nothing I could do about it. Jisoo and little baby Yunsu were both home and needed a l,ot of care. And Yoongi apparently had a cook, a housekeeper and a nanny who helped her out. Jisoo was wary, her senses finally returning but she was also clearly glad to be out of the streets.

“I’m going home after I finish my shift. “ I said softly, trying not to stare as he stepped into the room. I turned away from him moving to the shelves and pushing the small canister in place.

“Where’s home?” He asked casually. I flinched when he stepped right behind me, fingers reaching out to curl on my shoulder, pulling me back till I was flush against his chest. The heat of his body seeped in through the thin fabric of my blouse and I felt my body heat up.

“You got what you wanted.” I said shakily. “ Let me go.” I whispered, dropping the cleaning cloth in the tray on the lower shelves, before moving to grab the mop. I just had to finish mopping the floor . And then I could leave.

But his grip on me stayed firm. I couldn’t move. Foreboding rose inside me.

Jungkook hummed at that, stepping closer, till I felt his chin brush the top of my head as he bent over me, arms coming around me  and fingers lightly unbuttoning the first two buttons of my  shirt. I stared at the dark ink on his forearm. , swallowing as he kept coming closer.

“What I wanted? That pathetic little display ten days ago?”  He whispered softly “ Just think about this Elena ……  I’ve been chasing you for years, I got rid of your entire family and yet I let you live. Why do you think that was, huh? “ He shook his head, “ For two minutes of you lying underneath me like a frigid bitch? You think that’s what I want Elena? Think I’ll be satisfied with that? ” He laughed.

I stared at the wall in front of me  and I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t play this sick game with him. Not when he kept changing the rules . Not when there was nothing left for me to gamble or lose.

“Jisoo. I have to go see her. Just… Just let me go see her. I need to see if she’s alright and then we can talk. ” I whispered. Jungkook smiled, tilting my  head to the side with his fingers. I felt the damp press of his lips against my jaw and my skin crawled.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi’s taking care of her.” He whispered softly and I felt my heart turn over in my chest at the reminder. I’d been forced to relent because Yoongi had taken her home to a fully finished and decorated nursery , a closet full of baby clothes for her son and nursing clothes for her. She had been bowled over and when I’d told her to think about the why of it…she’d given me a helpless sort of smile. . As far as she was concerned , Yoongi had been nothing but generous and kind… And she wasn’t going to say no to him because she couldn’t afford to..

“I… he promised me he’d let me see her. And the baby…every day. That was the deal.”

Jungkook laughed.

“I thought I made this clear . You don’t get to make deals with anyone because you belong to me. I get to decide what happens to you. Anytime. Anywhere. Do you need another demonstration , Elena?” His hand moved to my breast, groping the flesh, fingers rough and hard and I whimpered in pain.

“No..” I choked out , eyes widening in terror and he made quick work of the rest of the buttons on my blouse. Junkook hummed, kissing the back of my neck and slowly turning me around in his arms.

“Relax. You don’t have a job. How are you going to feed her and the kid? Yoongi isn’t like me. He doesn’t hold a lot of grudges. And for some reason he seems to have a hard on for your sister in law. He wants to marry her. ” He chuckled and I felt nausea bloom.

“No.. Don’t… Don’t do that to her. She’s not like us. She doesn’t know… She doesn’t have anything to do with this life.” I begged, heart racing at the thought of Jisoo, helpless and scared and alone with a baby , trapped with a fucking assassin. Yoongi killed for a living . That was his job. Jisoo was delicate and sensitive.

“She still needs to eat and live right? With what?  He’s feeling particularly generous so he’s taken her home . You don’t have to worry about them anymore… Isn’t that nice?” he smirked and I felt my throat go dry.

I clenched my fists, feeling my breath catch.

“The only person you need to worry about yourself is yourself. Isn’t that how you prefer it anyway? Beautiful selfish Elena who never gave a fuck about anyone but herself. Isn’t that who you truly are, angel?” He smiled.

“Not anyone…. Just you… I don’t give a fuck about you.” I said defiantly, staring right up at him.  

Jungkook stared at me and stepped closer, reaching out and running his fingers up and down my cheek. I flinched because he still held the lit cigarette.

“None at all?”  He asked curiously, lightly tapping on the end of the cigarette, and I flinched when the hot ash spilled onto my shoulder.

“Did that hurt, baby?” He whispered, leaning in and pressing the cigarette to my lips.” I’m sorry. Breathe in for me.” He stuck the cigarette into my mouth and I pulled away , coughing and disgusted.

I closed my eyes as his free hand went to my wrist, tugging me closer. I stiffened as he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me in till my face pressed against his chest, his body flush against mine, one hand moving back to stroke my back.

“I missed you. You’re terrible at pleasing me but I think…with a little bit of training, you can make me cum… ” He smirked. “ Let’s start with a blowjob, yeah?”

I stiffened.

“No.” I said softly and he smirked, pulling back.

“No?” He asked softly. . I felt my throat go dry in fear as I noticed the way his gaze shifted.   I bit my lips to stifle the pain as He carefully pressed the lit end of the cigarette right against the curve of my breast , pressing in for a couple of seconds and pulling away just before the skin began to singe. He glanced up at me, and I blinked through the tears, pain spreading all over my chest at the burn. That would leave a scar, I thought miserably.

“Wrong answer. Try again.” He whispered.

“Go to Hell.” I choked out.

I flinched when his fingers slipped up into my hair, gripping hard. My scalp burned, sharp and insistent and instinct made me grip his wrist, trying to get him off but it was impossible.

“Let me go..” I snapped, glaring at him. God, How I hated him.

“Was I your first??” He whispered, dragging me close enough that his lips brushed my ear. “ Never had a cock before? Was that why you were so fucking tight?”

I bit my lips, glaring at him, defiant and furious. Did Hoseok actually tell him? That two faced snake…. God , why did these fuckers never leave me alone?

“Seokjin hyung told me…Told me he was looking forward to breaking a virgin and that made me think….God, I was the first cock she ever had….” He hummed, looking infinitely pleased.

“Yes. And I got to say… I don’t know what the fuss is about. You couldn’t even make me cum.” I snapped and Jungkook grinned, grip tightening and the other hand moving to curl around my waist, squeezing hard.

“Did I make you bleed from between your legs Elena? Tell me I did….Cause that’s fucking hot. ” He whispered, voice low and gruff.

Jungkook, I thought vacantly, was a psychopath.

“Go to Lisa. Go fuck her and make her bleed if that’s what gets you off….  and leave me alone.” I whispered and he smiled, bending down pressing a kiss right where he’d burned my skin.

“I don’t need you to tell me that. She’s my fiancé. The woman I’m going to marry. And you know what that means? I actually give a shit whether she cums or not. And trust me she does. Multiple times. Sometimes so hard she passes out.”

“Or maybe she fakes it. Maybe she passes out because she can’t stand your touch either.” I shrugged. “ Because we all know that’s what she’s good at Jungkook. She faked her friendship with me , she’ll fake her loyalty to you.”

“Always got something smart to say, huh Elena? Let’s see how mouthy you get when I’m shoving my cock down your throat.”

I flinched when he pushed me, hard enough to send me sprawling on the floor. I caught myself with difficulty , throwing my hands out to keep my head from hitting the floor. I flinched at the pain that shot up my body, every inch throbbing because of how rough this fucker had been with me.

Ten days and the aftermath of that night still lingered on me.

And it was three in the morning  and I’d spent eight hours on my feet bussing tables , I was exhausted.

I closed my eyes, before pressing my palm against the floor, trying to pull myself up when I felt the press of his shoe at the base of my spine, pushing me down.

I whimpered in shock, my hands giving out and shoulder crashing down into the floor.

“Stay down for a second, baby.” He whispered and I exhaled.

I pressed my palm against the floor, head dropping on to the carpeted floor . I whimpered when I felt him crouch down, foot digging in harder into my back and I curled my fingers into the carpet to swallow the pained sound that bubbled up in my throat.

“I’m going to fuck you again. And this time I want you to do all the work.” Jungkook’s voice came from over me and I flinched. I considered the odds of me putting up a fight and actually winning. It was laughable. I wasn’t going to fight a force of nature. And that was what Jeon Jungkook was.

“ You can’t make me do anything Jungkook.” I whispered finally. “ You can hit me and rape me and kill me but you can’t make me do anything to you. You just have to live with that.”

His foot lifted off my spine and I felt hands on my arms, pulling me up till I was kneeling. I watched as he moved around to stand in front of me.

“Look at me.” He said carefully.” From now you only speak when I tell you to.”

“ Whatever.  Let’s get this over with so I can go see my sister and my nephew.“ I said shakily.

He sighed deeply at that, shaking his head.

“See, if it was upto me, I’d just put a bullet in both their heads. Cos at this point they’re just proving to be a nuisance.”

My blood turned to ice in my veins.

“ But,  Yoongi’s just getting to know your pretty little Jisoo…And he’s my favorite hyung. So I’m going to let her live. But, let’s not invade their privacy for a while.” He began unbuckling his belt and I felt nausea rise inside me.

“Jungkook?” The voice came from the door and I stiffened.  Jungkook groaned.

“Baby, what the fuck are you doing here?” He said gruffly, standing up and using his knee to push me out of the way roughly. I swore, gripping the edge of the table near me to steady myself before turning around to stare at the woman at the door.  I stumbled to my feet, still feeling a little out of it. I needed food. Before I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“You were supposed to come see me tonight. I went looking for you everywhere and I find you here about to get with some common whore?”  she shouted and I stiffened, glaring at her.

She stood framed in the doorway, staring at me for a second before letting her gaze wander all over the room. She stared at me, eyes taking in the unbuttoned blouse and I quickly moved to put the buttons back on.

“Did you fuck her?” She demanded angrily and Jungkook hummed.

“Since when did I owe you answers, angel?” He asked casually and I watched the woman’s eyes widen, before her brows furrowed in a frown.

“ So what, I can’t ask you who you’re with ?” She asked angrily and Jungkook groaned , kicking out at the nearest stand with enough force to send it toppling over the side, crashing to floor and breaking on impact. I stumbled, back, wrapping my arms around myself as he fairly growled.

“What the fuck is up with all you cunts today?” He demanded, glancing at me in distaste. “ I come back after busting my ass at work for ten entire days . I just needed to get my dick sucked and you two.” He shook his head, hand reaching into his jacket and I felt my eyes widen when he pulled his glock out, releasing the safety and loading the gun before pressing the muzzle right against her skull.

The woman whimpered, hands held up as he tapped the firearm against her.

“You. You don’t come anywhere near me unless I send for you. Is that clear?” He asked sharply and she nodded frantically, abject terror written all over her face.

He turned to me.

“And you. You’re coming with me.” He said quietly and I felt my eyes widen. I opened my mouth to protest but the girl at the door beat me to it.

“I think not…. You’re not taking her anywhere, Jungkook, I’ll-“ She began, reaching forward to grab him and Jungkook moved so quickly, I could barely blink.

The shot rang out , making me jump and I watched as she crumbled to the floor, crying out in pain. I stared in horror, watching the hole in her arm, spilling blood all over the floor and the hallway and my throat went completely dry,  staring at the girl on the floor and the blank, absolutely merciless look on his face.

“Just because I let you sit on my cock once in a while, doesn’t mean you get a say in how I live my life.” He said quietly, using his foot to prod her hip. He glanced at me and I felt my throat go dry as he pulled the glock back to reload it.

He aimed the gun right at me, eyes dark and heavy.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby? Or do you need a physical demonstration as well?” He tilted his head to where the girl was on the floor, pressing her palm against her arm.

“She’s  bleeding out.. “ I choked out. “ you need to get her help, Jungk-“

Another shot rang out and I jumped, heart in my throat as I tried to understand what had happened. It took me a second to realize that he hadn’t shot me. That he had fired at the ceiling.

“Answer the bloody question Elena.” He growled and I flinched, nodding.

“I… I’ll listen… Just…” I glanced back at the poor girl on the floor.” Get her some help.”

Jungkook smiled a little. He turned to the girl on the floor and shook his head.

“Get up baby. Go find Hoseok and get that patched up, yeah? And don’t provoke me the next time, yeah? ” He said casually and she stumbled to her feet, looking disoriented and scared as she moved out of the door.

“ And you. “ He glared at me. “Finish dressing up and follow me.”

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“Where are we going?” I asked nervously, fighting the instinct to just take off at a sprint, as we walked down the road to where his Mercedes was parked.

“My home. Where else?” He said casually and I stiffened.

“Jungkook-“

“Didn’t I tell you not to speak unless I ask you to, Elena? I’m jet lagged and angry. Trust me , you don’t want to piss me off now.” He said casually and I swallowed.

He opened the door for me, the polite gesture so at odds with what he was doing that my head began to throb.

But I climbed in nonetheless. I stayed quiet for the short ride to his apartment , eyes fixed straight ahead and Jungkook was quiet too. I was too exhausted to be scared, I thought despondently, my eyes drooping because of how long I’d been up. Glancing out the window, I watched the cars whizz by, people living their lives, completely unaware that almost all of them were merely tiny little gears in a machine run exclusively by men like Jungkook. That all their lives, spent working and earning and dying…it was all meaningless. They had no say in anything. People like Jungkook were the ones who got to shape the world to their liking. The ones who got to play God.

And Jungkook was definitely the closest to an omnipotent human I’d ever come across.

Powerful, untouchable and terrifying.

So perhaps, it was a little flattering, that I was the one thing he couldn’t get out of his head.

I glanced at him discreetly.

He was beautiful, I thought with a pang. One of the most beautiful men on this planet. Despite the years, his boyish charm was still right there on his face and he could slip on a plaid shirt , a white t shirt and stone wash jeans and pass off as an innocent college student. I stared at the taut jaw, the long column of his neck and the broad back. His biceps bulged when he gripped the steering when and my eyes lingered on the long fingers curled around the wheel.

I jumped when his hand moved to grip the stick shift , curling on the knob and yanking it back with force. I swallowed, thighs pressing together as my mind shifted to that night in Hoseok’s club. I hated myself for how often I relived it. And not always with disgust.

My fingers fell on the ring on his finger. His engagement ring, I thought with a pang. Lisa. Beautiful, wonderful Lisa who had been a dear friend . Once. For all her shortcomings I knew she loved the man who sat next to me. Cared deeply for him, even. Why else would she do this to me? She must have strong feelings for him , if  it had prompted her to throw away our friendship of over a decade.

“You’re cheating on her then.” I said quietly.  His reminder to not talk to him rang in my head but I couldn’t stop myself. He wasn’t a stranger. And that ring…the ring that promised to bind two people forever….. I’d worn it too. For him.

Jungkook didn’t reply, merely glancing at me in passing.

I sighed, looking at my knees, feeling my shoulders tremble a bit.

“Is she going to be there?” I asked quietly.

He exhaled sharply. I noticed the way his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“No.”  He said shortly.

“She lives with you right? You said we’re going home ….then where is she-“

“What is this, twenty fucking questions?” He snapped and I swallowed. “ I’m not taking you home to my fiancée Elena, do I look like a fucking idiot? “ He shook his head.

Before I could demand more answers, he was pulling over into a side alley. I watched as he carefully parked the car before stepping out.  Second later, he was coming around and opening the door.

I stared at him, gripping the hem of my blouse, tight. My stomach twisted into knots.

“Can’t you just let me go?” I whispered softly, pride forgotten in the wake of my tiredness. Jungkook stared at me, face eerily blank.

“Get out of the car.”

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“Like it?” He asked softly and I stood on the threshold, taking in the lavishly decorated apartment on the top floor of the building. I noticed the portrait right up front, a large full sized photo of me and Jungkook from nearly a decade ago, wrapped around each other in a hug , showing off our engagement bands.

“What is this?”

“It was supposed to be your wedding gift. From me. I bought it for you. Nine years ago. Thought you should see it.” He said quietly.

I stayed perfectly still , as he wrapped his hands around me in a hug.

“Why did you leave me, Elena?” He asked quietly and I felt my throat go dry.

“Why do you still have this place? Get rid of it.” I snapped. He laughed at that , pulling away and turning me around till I stared at him.

“ Will you stay here, with me?” He asked softly and I froze.

“You’re out of your mind.” I said shortly.

He hummed.

“Possibly. But then, the problem is this. If I tell you , you can’t leave this place ever again….There’s not much you can do about it, right?” He said thoughtfully and I felt a sob building in my chest.

“I… Don’t.” I said shakily.

“You should see the bedroom. Come.”

His fingers wrapped around my wrist dragging me past the lavish couch and sofa, past a well kept bar onto a wide hallway dimly lit. He stopped at the second door on the right, reaching out to open the lock.  The room was plunged in darkness and I hesitated.

“Go on… After you, Mrs. Jeon.” He said softly . I could feel distaste creeping up my spine at the name, shivering a bit as I stepped into the darkness.

“Can you imagine, if we’d gotten married. This is what our first night together would be like…” He pressed against my back, arms coming around me , so gentle that I shivered.

“Jungkook…what are you doing?” I asked shakily.

“Shush…. “ He whispered, moving to unbutton my blouse again. I grabbed his wrists quickly.

“We aren’t married. I’m not your wife.” I said sharply and I felt him go still behind me.

“Shut your mouth and play along like a good girl.” He said quietly. He shook my hands off, moving to undo the buttons again.

Not sure what he expected, I stayed perfectly still as he hummed, pressing soft feather light kisses down my jaw and past my shoulders. His hands stroked up and down my arm as he laughed .

“Did you miss me Elena…..all these years…” He said quietly. “ Because I missed you. So much.”

He hugged me close, tight and hard.

“Are you scared?” He whispered, “ honey?”

“Oh, God…” I choked out, nausea rising up in my throat at the endearment.

“My wife…” He whispered, pressing a few more kisses against my skin before pushing me a bit towards the bed. “ Should I turn on the lights? I wanna see you.”

He nudged me towards the bed and my legs gave out when I hit the edge of it, legs turning to jelly as I sat on it, shaky and creeped out and terrified. Jungkook moved to turn on the lamp on the bedside table, a soft golden glow lighting up the bed .

“Look at you… so beautiful.” He whispered and I watched as he tugged off his shirt, before moving to his belt. He was watching me like I was something precious. Like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“What are you doing?” I asked quietly and he smiled, running his fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest. He stopped at a large ornate tiger lily, inscribed right over his heart.

“Do you like it?” he said softly. “ I got this for you. My Elena…. As delicate as a lily and as brave as a tiger.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“Either fuck me or let me go, I’m not here to talk about-“

He slapped me, so hard that my head whipped to the side, my face feeling like it had caught fire. I gasped, the pain spreading all over my jaw and I couldn’t quite grasp what had just happened. I pressed shaky fingers to the throbbing skin near my mouth, eyes watering at the sting.

“Didn’t I tell you to play along, angel?” He whispered sharply and I closed my eyes , shuddering.

Play along. Do it if you want to get out of here alive. ‘

Fucking psychopath.

“ It’s beautiful, Jungkook.” I whispered softly, glancing at him with teary eyes. He nodded.

“We’ll get one for you too. A wolf. With the initials JK on it…. Right here…” He lightly traced a path over my collarbone and I hoped to God, this was some sick fantasy. That he wasn’t seriously considering tattooing his initials on me.

“Strip for me baby… All of it. I want to see you.” He whispered and I hesitated just long enough to take a deep breath. I reached back, quickly undoing my bra clasp and pulling the fabric off.  I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and my panties, tugging both of them off me, swiftly. I dropped all of it on the floor next to the bed, before moving to kneel in the middle of the bed, staring at him with a smile that felt physically painful.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby.” He whispered quietly, crawling over on top of me.

“Lay down for me.” He said, and I felt repulsed, as he kissed my lips, soft and gentle, pressing in till I was flat on my back, legs parted so he could lie in between.

It was so different from last time and somehow ten times worse.

Jungkook pressed kisses all over my face, whispering gentle words against my skin that felt like acid.

“So beautiful…. Mine. You were always mine Elena. Mine to touch and mine to break . Mine to love and mine to fuck.”

I stared as he loomed over, his face inches from mine, his gaze deceptively affectionate, his eyes warm and almost soft. I watched as he came closer, his lips closing over mine. Instinctively I kept my lips together but his fingers curled around my thigh, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper, lips parting . He pressed his tongue in then , licking into my mouth and I brought my hands up, instinctively wrapping around the bare skin of his shoulders and my body thrummed at the feeling of his muscles under my fingers.

Curiosity made me foolish, and I found myself tracing the hills and valleys of his skin, fascinated by the way the muscles flexed, every time he moved his arm.

“You like that? I worked hard on those…” He chuckled, watching me curl my fingers around his biceps. He was so… big. I moved my fingers up to the hardness of his chest, splaying my palm on his pecs and my fingers caught a hard little scar, almost perfectly round and deep.

“What is this…” I asked , curious my finger dipping into the healed skin and he hummed.

“Your father . He shot me when I was chasing his car down in Jeju Do. Foolish bastard. Thought he could outrun me.” He laughed .

I glanced at him, catching his eyes and the ebbing laughter , my heart twisting.

“Then why am I here? You hate my father. You killed my entire family. So why am I here, Jungkook?”  I asked foolishly, my heart breaking a bit and he hesitated.

“Because you’re mine.” He said simply.

I closed my eyes in despair.

“If this was our wedding night…. What would you say…?” He asked suddenly.

I stared at him, confused.

“What?”

“If we got married back then… When you were eighteen. And it was our first night together….. what would you say?”

I sighed.

“I’d ask you to ….to be gentle.” I whispered.

He nodded.

“Tell me , then.”

I stared at him, feeling helpless.

“Go on, Elena.” He said again.

“Jungkook…” I began but he shook his head.

“Ggukkie.” He said softly. “ Call me GGukkie… That’s what you used to call me …when we were young.”

I clenched my fists, on his chest, resisting the urge to push him off. That wouldn’t end well for me.

“GGukkie…” I whispered, finally, glancing up at him, licking my lips and parting them gently, eyes as wide as they could go, “ you know its my first time right?”

Jungkook’s eyes fairly danced at that and he hummed, leaning closer.

“Is it, baby?” He asked, reaching up to brush my hair away, fingers gentle on my face.

Get into it. Get into it and get it over with.

“You know it is…” I pouted, “ No one else can touch me. I’m yours , aren’t I GGukkie…”

He laughed, rubbing his nose against mine.

“That you are, kitten.”

Kitten? That’s a new one.

Shut up and stay in character , fuck.

I was so fucking screwed.

“ So… will you be gentle?” I whispered , “ I don’t want it to hurt.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around me rolling over and taking me with him till I was lying flat on top of him.

“Then how about this angel? You can ride me…. As slow and gentle as you like. Make yourself feel good on my cock, yeah….?”

I stared at him.

I’m gonna fuck you and you’re going to do all the work.

He’d played me like a fiddle.

“Well baby? Go on…. Take my pants off.”

I exhaled angrily, before moving down, to tug on his pants. He helped me take them off kicking off his boxer briefs as well.

That’s a beautiful dick. Objectively. Very pretty.

Shut the fuck up.

“ Get it wet for me baby….” He said softly. I glanced down at the hard length of it, jutting out of the small thatch of hair and felt my mouth go dry . Which would be counterproductive if I wanted to get it wet. So I swirled my tongue around my mouth, trying to get my mouth moist, before leaning down and carefully wrapping my lips around the head.

Fuck, he tastes good.

I shook my head a bit to clear the voice in my head, glancing up at him with my lips stretched around the soft pink head and he was looking right back at me, eyes heavy and dark .

“Go on baby, take more of it in, use your tongue…make me feel good.”

I closed my eyes, letting the spit coat the hard length of his cock, sinking down till the tip began to inch down my throat. I sucked lightly, running my tongues back and forth on whatever skin I could touch and it was like sucking a lollipop except the lollipop was thick enough to stretch my mouth wide and hit the back of my throat.

I felt his hand reach into my hair, gripping hard and I whimpered.

“Be gentle…” I whispered, pulling off and his eyebrows shot up , clearly in surprise . He stared at me for a second, as though considering my request and then his fingers loosened , threading through the strands soothingly.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He whispered . I went back to sucking him off, somehow my natural tendency to work hard making me bob up and down, using my tongue and taking him as deep as I could. I felt a sick sort of satisfaction when he moaned in pleasure and for some damn reason I wanted to draw more sounds out of him.

This is a dream. Either that or you tripped over a pothole and fell into another dimension.

“ Are you wet ? Come here, so I can check….” Jungkook said softly and I pulled off moving up to straddle his hips. I flinched when he reached down, tracing my slit with carefully fingers before slipping in two. I tightened against the intrusion, still sore on the inside and he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to my mouth.

“Suck…and get them nice and wet if you don’t want it to hurt.” He said quietly and I wrapped my lips around his fingers, letting my spit coat the slender digits.

When he pushed them back into me, the slide was easier , wetter and I gripped his shoulders, trying to relax around him. It felt foreign but also good… I felt good…

I stared down at him, the broad muscled body and the handsome face and for a crazy moment I imagine what it would have been, if I had married him. Would it have been this….this… weird pleasure that was somehow both painful and exhilarating at the same time. I bit my lips as he curled his fingers inside me, rubbing at some spot high up inside me that sent heat shooting straight up my spine, slick dripping out of me and onto the hard planes of his stomach like honey from a comb.

“Now sit on my cock.” He said quietly. I trembled, reaching down to lightly grip his cock, moving till the head lined up right against my slit or where I thought my slit was. Biting my lips, I lowered my body, feeling my body cleave to let him in, his cock pressing in and in and in.

My knees gave out and I slid down the length of him, the sudden, incredible fullness knocking the breath right out of me.

“ Fuck…baby….you alright?” He whispered and it messed with my head, the way he actually looked concerned and worried and I couldn’t take anymore of it.

“Please… Please… I just… I want to go home…” I whimpered, feeling full and stretched out, my thighs trembling and my insides wet and warm and somehow stuck between wanting more and wanting it to end.

Jungkook grunted, fingers curling over both my hips and lifting me lightly and with ease.

“Come on baby…. Ride me….” He whispered, “ Put your hands on my chest and roll your hips, up and down .”

I did as he said, one hand braced against his chest, the other gripping his shoulder as I tried to move on him but it was hopeless. I had no energy or inclination to do this and the pleasure was fast ebbing into frustration. Jungkook seemed to sense it because he growled.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking bad at this… Fine… Just lay there and let me use that stupid cunt of yours.” He snapped,  gripping my waist and folding his knees just enough to brace his feet on the bed. I gasped as I got lifted a bit , his cock slipping in impossibly deeper , the tip nudging close to my cervix , the lightest brush of it send sharp jolts of electric pain pleasure up my spine.

“Oh fuck,..” I breathed as he pistoned into me, hips hitting my ass with brutal force as he fucked up into me and I could only tremble, eyes fluttering shut, fingers going numb from how hard I was gripping him.

“You’re gonna cum today… I’m gonna make you cum on my cock…” He growled, reaching down and pressing his thumb against my clit, rubbing softly, slow circles that were almost gentle compared to the brutal pounding oh his hips and I felt my mouth go slack, wetness slipping out of my tongue and dripping down my chin because of how excruciatingly good it felt, having him so deep, pressing in against the edge of my womb and I and to press my palm, right up against my belly , stunned because of how my body seemed to open and shift to make room for him.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, right inside your womb, fuck…. Gonna carry my babies for me, right sweetheart? Gonna watch you get round and full with my seed , watch you drip milk all over me with those beautiful tits….fuck…”

The shock of his words sent me over the edge, my body clenching down on him as I came, my orgasm so strong that I felt like I was cramping up on the inside and I toppled forward onto him, landing on his chest and bouncing a bit. Jungkook grunted a little, wrapping both his arms around me, holding close as he fucked me right through the aftershocks, body stilling only when I stopped shuddering and I felt warm wetness spill inside me, so deep that I knew I would have to swallow three morning after pills after this, although I was on birth control.

Because one could never be too sure with these things.

Jungkook stayed still under me and it took me a few seconds to catch my breath. I finally levered myself off of him, legs shaking as I rolled over and onto the bed before breathing in huge lungfuls of air.

“Can I go?” I choked out.

Jungkook grunted. “ Get the fuck out of here.”

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When I stumbled out of the cab, exhausted and out of my mind with self loathing, I didn’t expect to see Hoseok sitting on the pavement outside the bakery, leaning against a streetlight, face warm but determined.

“Hobi?” I asked stunned. “ What are you-“

He cut me off with a kiss.

I stared wide eyed as he pulled me into an embrace, wrapping me in warmth and scent of his cologne, his hands impossibly gentle around me as he all but cradled me against his body, his lips moving gently against mine.

“Elena…” He breathed against my lips, eyes glinting . “ I love you. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’m so fucking sorry for being such a coward but you deserve to know… you deserve to know how I feel about you.”

I stared at him in disbelief, my heart pounding as I punched his chest in desperation.

“No… No fuck you… what are you doing…. He’ll kill you…” I hissed and he tightened his arms around me.

“I don’t care.” He hissed. “ I don’t… I can’t just… I can’t let him hurt you like this. I won’t. I’m going to tell him. I’m going to tell him to let you go or lose our friendship.” He said angrily and I trembled.  

My heart raced because Hoseok was the only one I’d ever loved. In every way a girl could love a boy. He was and had always been this confusing breed of brother and friend while everyone had drooled after Jeon Jungkook , I’d always been drawn to him…drawn to his quiet strength and to the way he had always treated me as an equal…

But… but Jungkook…. Jungkook who would put a bullet in his brain without a thought if he thought that Hoseok was trying to move in on something that belonged to him…..

“Hoseok…just… Don’t. I… I love you too…” I breathed out, tired and scared and so fucking worried because what if someone was listening even now..what if word got to Jungkook and he tried to hurt ….i couldn’t even think it.

“Come find me when Jungkook is busy . When he can’t find us…” I said softly, reaching out and pressing my palm against his face.

“I’m not scared of him.” Hoseok growled  and it was ridiculous.  

“But I’m scared of losing you. “ I said quickly. “ We can’t… He can’t know. Ever.”

Hoseok nodded before pulling me close again.

“Was he too rough?” He whispered and I blinked, flushing. I shook my head.

“No.. I. No. I think…”

“I hate that he was the one to touch you, first. You.. You deserve to know how good it can be…. How gentle.. I want to… fuck…” He shook his head pulling away and I wrapped my arms around myself.

“We can’t…” I said quietly. “ you know we can’t.”

He glanced at me, eyes blazing and lips parted and I groaned.

“Don’t look at me like that Hobi…” I whispered, shaking my head.

“Tomorrow. He’s going to Jeju Do , to inspect a new resort. He won’t be back till the day after. Call in sick at work.” He said quietly and I bit my lips, feeling a bit like a whole idiot.

I nodded.

He reached forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

No self preservation skills at all, I thought miserably.  

If Jungkook found out…….

Author’s Note : I’ll add the taglist here tomorrow

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 Thanks to @coffeeshib​ for letting me steal the amnesia + wife prompt... I couldn’t help myself. This is not what I thought would come out (content warning for canon typical violence and injuries), mostly this is just Kara being a whole entire idiot and Alex facepalming and Lena just being glad Kara is there for her, as her fake wife while she recovers from another quarterly attempt on her life:

“Supergirl! You have to go!” Alex is yelling at her as they roll Lena into the emergency room at National City General, but Kara is rooted to the spot - she can’t look away. Lena is pale, too pale, and there’s blood all over her dress, cuts and scrapes and bruises already blooming on every piece of exposed skin. She isn’t moving, isn’t breathing on her own right now; the only air making its way into her body is through the ambu bag being operated by a nurse, as women and men in scrubs crowd around the moving gurney, shouting orders. And all of that is terrifying enough, but it isn’t the thing that’s paralyzing Kara.

The reason Kara can’t move, the reason that she is barely breathing, is that she can’t hear Lena’s heart.

“Kara.” Alex is closer now, she steps gently in front of her sister, dropping her voice so that no one else can hear her. “Kara, you have to go, they’re getting away.”

“Alex - “ Kara takes a step forward, as if to walk around her sister, to head towards the doors that Lena and the medical team are disappearing behind.

“I know, Kara, I know,” Alex says, gentle and quiet. The doors shut, and Kara’s eyes snap away from it to her sister's face. Alex looks as terrified as Kara feels; she’s wearing an expression Kara has only seen on her before when it’s Kara who’s hurt. “You can’t do anything for her right now. But you can get the guys who did this.” She reaches for Kara’s arm, squeezes - the pressure is grounding. “You need to go. You need to go right now.”

So Kara goes.

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She returns seven hours later, after dropping the men who carried out the attack on Lena at the DEO and declining to help in the interrogation. She nearly killed them, doesn’t think she has the stomach to listen to them talk. She’d still been in the field when the hospital reached out to let her know that they’d been able to stabilize Lena, restarting her heart, but that she hasn’t woken up yet. Alex had relayed the message to her, but now Alex only shakes her head when Kara asks if there are any updates.

Her sister pulls her aside when Kara says that she’s going to hospital to talk to the doctors, telling Kara quietly that she needs to go home and clean off her suit. When Kara looks down, she sees that Alex is right. She’s covered in blood - some of Lena’s, some of it the men she’s apprehended, none of it hers. It makes her want to sob.

But when she gets out of the bathroom after showering, pulling on soft joggers and a hoodie, Kara finds that she can’t settle. Every time she closes her eyes, every time she blinks, she sees Lena’s lifeless body in the rubble that had been her office, can feel Lena in her arms the moment her heart stopped, and the fact that Lena is supposedly stable doesn’t help at all because she hasn’t woken up.

What if she never wakes up?

Suddenly, Kara can’t breathe. Her chest is tight, the walls of her apartment seeming to flex and close in on her. Her heart rate speeds up and she’s taking choked half-breaths, clenching her fists and blinking away tears.

She can’t lose Lena like this, not after she worked so hard to get her back. Kara looks at the clock. It’s just after midnight. This is definitely not visiting-hours at the hospital, and Lena’s not awake anyway - but Kara needs to see her. Needs to know she’s alive.

Needs to hear her heartbeat again.

It’s all of this - the panic, the desperation, the single-minded focus on getting to Lena - that Kara will blame later when she’s trying to explain what happens next in the weeks to come.

The hospital is deserted except for the staff when Kara walks in through the main entrance and goes up to the ICU where she knows Lena will be. She heads straight for the desk at the front of the unit when she arrives, and introduces herself to a nurse before asking if she can see Lena.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Danvers,” the nurse says, and she does sound sorry in the face of Kara’s distress, “visiting hours aren’t until ten a.m.”

A man in a basketball sweatshirt and jeans walks past them, he scans a small badge that says ‘VISITOR’ in capital letters on a machine at the end of the desk, and nods at the nurse before he disappears down the hallway.

“He’s visiting,’ Kara tries, her voice bordering on frantic, “he’s visiting and I need to see her, you don’t understand, I’m not going to be okay if I don’t see her. Please, just let me...”

“I’m so sorry, honey, it’s immediate family only after hours.”

“I’m her wife,” Kara blurts out. “Please. I’m her wife.”

“You’re her…that’s not in the notes…” The nurse trails off, looking down at the computer in front of her.

“I’m her emergency contact, I’m her wife, please.”

““Oh, yes,” the nurse starts nodding, “I do see that marked here, they called you when she came in. Hmmm...Someone clicked the wrong box under ‘relationship to patient.’” She moves her mouse and clicks on something, then looks back up at Kara. “I’ve fixed that for you, Mrs. Danvers. Let me print you out a visitor badge so you can just scan it in next time.

Kara can feel her panic recede a little. She’s going to see Lena. The nurse takes a blank badge and feeds it into an electronic printer. She hands the finished product to Kara, then gets up and gestures for Kara to follow.

“Now,” the nurse starts as she walks Kara down the dark hallway, the lights on half since it’s night, “she looks a little rough, but I assure you, she’s receiving the very best care there is. Normally you would have been called for consent before we initiated the hypothermia protocol, but since she had an advanced directive on file already, the team went ahead and started it.”

Kara’s barely listening to her, has started to strain her ears for the only sound she’s wanted to hear all day. She nearly collapses in relief when she finds it, below the beeping and the whirring and the buzzing of the machines, unlike any other beat in the building. Lena’s heart is steady, slower than usual, slower than Kara’s ever heard it, but it’s there, rhythmically thumping away.

The nurse brings her to a halt in front of a patient room, Lena’s name on the board outside with a bunch of notations that mean nothing to Kara. She’ll ask Alex to translate.

“She’ll be cold to your touch, that’s alright,” the nurse continues. “The key right now is to try to stop or slow any of the damage she’s suffered as a result of going into cardiac arrest. She lost a lot of blood, and her left femur is broken, along with her right ulna, but there are a lot of reasons to be hopeful. We’ll know more in the forty-eight to seventy-two hours once the protocol is complete.”

Kara refuses to think about most of this. Lena is alive. She’s alive and she’s right on the other side of this door. She clears her throat. “How long...how long can I stay?”

“As long as you like, dear. We’ll round on her in the morning and if you’re still here you can talk to the attending. Also, we’ll be in to check on her, but most of the monitoring is electronic since she’s in a medically induced coma for at least the next two days. There’s a chair that reclines by the bedside, I can grab you a blanket?”

“Please,” Kara says. She stops with her hand on the door, turns back to the nurse. “Thank you.” It comes out wobbly.

“Of course.” The nurse smiles at her. “Go on in, I’ll be right back.”

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Kara’s woken up by the medical team the next morning during rounds, just as the night shift nurse had promised. She blinks awake and rubs at her eyes, stretching and going to stand up when the team enters.

“Hi Mrs. Danvers, we saw you’d arrived,” a tall woman in a white lab coat says, walking over to Kara on the far side of the room and sticking out her hand to shake. “I’m Dr. Sheldon. We’ll do our best to bring you up to speed now, I’m so glad you were able to make it last night.” She gives Kara a warm smile. “Believe it or not, it really does make a difference when patients are supported, even when they aren’t aware of it.”

The team walks her through their care plan for Lena, how long she’ll have to remain like this before they start the re-warming process, what they’re concerned about and what they’ll be looking for. Her arm and femur have been set and immobilized, but it’s likely that the femur will need to be rebroken and repaired surgically if and when Lena does wake up. Given the invasiveness of the procedure, the delicacy of her present condition, and the unknowns about her cognition, that decision will keep.

When they leave, Kara texts Alex. If the doctors think that it will make a difference for Lena’s recovery to have her here, then she’s going to stay. She’s owed time off anyway. This is the best use of it she can think of.

Two hours later, the door opens, and Kara looks up from the bed, relieved to see Alex standing there, holding a backpack with the food and change of clothing Kara asked her to bring.

“Oh gosh, am I glad to see you,” she says, letting go of Lena’s hand and standing up. She walks around the bed to where Alex has stopped.

“Yeah, yeah,” Alex says, and she’s frowning at Kara. “You have some fucking explaining to do.”

“What?” Kara stops abruptly.

“What?” Alex parrots. She narrows her eyes. “Are you being serious…?” At Kara’s confused expression, Alex rolls her eyes and reaches behind her to shut the door. She walks over to Kara, pulling some take out from the bag and handing it to her, before pulling up one of the swivel chairs a doctor had been using.

Kara takes the food and goes back to her seat.

“So?” Alex prompts.

Kara looks up from the styrofoam container, already having broken apart her chopsticks. “So what?”

“What do you mean...Kara!” Kara freezes, chopsticks frozen in midair clutching a piece of kung pao chicken. There is real frustration and confusion in Alex’s voice. “Imagine my surprise when I sign in at the front desk and the nurse says that my sister-in-law is stable right now. Wanna tell me why the fuck you’re playing house to visit your best friend in the hospital?”

Kara sets the chicken down. “Alex…”

“Kara, you have ten seconds to explain why the entire staff thinks you and Lena are married and the answer had better not actually involve marriage or I swear to god I’ll…”

“They wouldn’t let me in to see her!” Kara bursts out. “I got here last night and I needed to see her, Alex, I needed to. And apparently it’s immediate family only and I panicked, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” Alex says, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes. “I know Lena is important to you, but Kara, you could have waited ten hours and seen her.”

“I couldn’t.” Kara looks down at her food, not hungry anymore. “Alex, I couldn’t. I almost had a panic attack after you sent me home last night. I couldn’t wait.”

“Oh kiddo.” Kara looks up at that, all the frustration is gone from Alex’s tone. Her sister lets out a sigh. “Lena’s going to get through this and she’s going to get better. And when she does, you have got to tell her how you feel.”

“She’s my best friend.” Kara’s mouth twists. This is not a new conversation, but the stakes seem higher with Lena in the bed beside her, unconscious and battered.

“She is,” Alex agrees. “But she could be more.”

And oh, Kara wants more with every fiber of her being. But more than that, she wants Lena in her life, wants the easy love and affection they’ve finally gotten back to. And she’s been worried about rocking the boat.

“And by the way,” Alex says, pulling her back to the present, “lying to medical professionals is not a good look.” Kara grimaces and ducks her head.

“I know,” she says, glancing at Lena, the ventilator moving her chest up and down slowly. “But they said it’s good for Lena to have someone here, talking to her, holding her hand, even if she doesn’t know. And you know Lillian isn’t going to do that. And Lex is the one who put her here...just let me do this, okay?”

Alex hums. “You’re so lucky I didn’t blow your secret.”

Kara looks over at her sister. “Thank you.”

“Some of us are actually good at lying under pressure. I’m surprised you didn’t tell them she was married to Supergirl.”

“Well I wasn’t dressed as Supergirl.”

“Thank god for small mercies.”

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Lena doesn’t wake up for the next three days.

In the interim, all of their friends visit, but Alex has already warned them about Kara’s new relationship status and other than Nia’s constant giggles, no one comments. Kara doesn’t leave the hospital. She keeps vigil in the chair, occasionally leaving for short periods of time to go down to the cafeteria, or to stretch her legs.

On day four, Alex convinces her to at least go to the DEO to shower and check in with J’onn about  the duties he and M’gann are covering for her.

She’s just getting ready to head back to the hospital when her phone rings.

“Mrs. Danvers?”

“Yes?”

“This is Dr. Sheldon. Your wife has woken up and she’s being evaluated now by neuro, but we wanted you to know first thing.”

Kara has to sit down in the middle of the DEO, the concrete hard and probably cold underneath her, but it’s better than the alternative, which was just going to be letting her knees give out. She closes her eyes tightly. “I’ll be right there.”

She flies back to the hospital, landing in a nearby alley and running into the building with just a touch of superspeed. She makes it onto the unit just in time to see Lena’s care team leaving her room and turning down the hall to the next patient, and as much as Kara wants to get an update from them, the urge to see Lena herself is too much. She walks through the open door and nearly runs into a nurse, who’s moving some of the equipment out, now that Lena is conscious. It’s a nurse Kara is familiar with, her name is Bernadette, she’s been on shift the last two days. Her eyes light up when she sees Kara.

“Your wife is here,” Bernadette says, over her shoulder before Kara can stop her. She smiles warmly as she turns back to Kara. “I’ll leave you two alone.” She slips past Kara and into the hallway.

“My…” Lena’s eyes go wide as she sees Kara standing helpless in front of the now closed door.  Her voice is still scratchy from the extubation. Her hair is greasy and all over the pillow, her right arm and left leg are completely immobilized, there are wires running through the top of her hospital gown, her whole body a tapestry of garish purples and greens and stitches. But she’s awake. Kara has never felt more relieved in her entire life, but it turns to ice in her veins as Lena struggles to speak, clearly confused. “My - my - oh god.” Her eyes start to fill with tears and Kara panics.

“No, Lena, no, it’s not - “ she starts saying, taking quick steps towards the bed.

“Oh god, oh god, Kara,” Lena chokes out, twisting a little in bed and flinching, “they said I only lost a week, they said my memory seemed okay, that there’s no - ”

“We’re not married!” Kara yells out trying to stop the clear spiral Lena is on. Lena’s eyes go wide, but she does stop looking like she’s about to start sobbing. “We’re not married,” Kara repeats, in a normal voice this time.

“Then why…”

Kara winces. “I might have told the hospital staff that we are. Married, that is.”

Lena looks wary, small and weak and confused in the bed, and she’s frowning a little at Kara now. It doesn’t even matter, though, because the feeling of seeing Lena awake is returning with every word she speaks, and Kara feels something in her chest open up. She has to resist walking over and climbing into bed with her and holding her, knows she needs to explain first.

In every single way Kara played out this moment all week in her head, not once is this how it went - she wants Lena to be smiling, to be okay, or at least as okay as one can be after coming out of a medically induced coma, with a number of near catastrophic injuries still to be dealt with. She certainly didn’t imagine she’d be contributing to the disorientation and isolation Lena’s projecting right now.

Lena’s eyes dart around Kara’s face. Kara takes a deep breath.

“The first night you were here, I had to see you.” She starts twisting her hands together, takes another step towards the bed. “And it was late, and even though I’m your emergency contact, they said no after hours visitors except for family and I panicked.”

“You panicked.” Lena sounds like she’s unsure how panic would lead someone to pretend to be married, and honestly, now that Kara is having to explain the decision, she’s not really sure either. The only thing she knows is that she doesn’t regret it. Would do it again, in fact.

“I knew if they thought I was your wife, they’d let me in to see you. And Lena, I had to see you. I had to. You were - “ Kara cuts herself off, can feel the tightness in her chest, closing around her heart like a vice. “Your heart stopped before I could get you to the hospital. The last time I saw you, I didn’t know if - “ A small sob works it’s way up her throat, and Kara’s eyes are burning. She feels a tear break free from her lashes. “I needed to hear your heartbeat.”

An unreadable expression crosses Lena’s face as Kara takes the seat by her bed that she’s occupied for the last week. To Kara’s great relief, Lena reaches out her left hand, lays it on the edge of the bed, palm up. Kara grabs for it with both of her own.

And Rao, the feeling of Lena’s hand, still cold, but undeniably warmer, squeezing back when Kara grips tightly - she doesn’t know how to describe this feeling. It starts a fresh wave of sobs in her, of relief this time, rather than terror.

“Hey,” Lena says, punctuating it with another flex of her fingers around the back of Kara’s hand. “Hey, I’m okay. I’m here. You saved me. I’m okay, see?”

And really, that just makes Kara cry harder.

“I’m supposed to be comforting you,” she chokes out.

“You are,” Lena says, disengaging their hands and bringing her fingers up to Kara’s face, wiping at the tears. “You are, god, I was just thrown. I thought...I thought, it doesn't matter what I thought.” She tries to laugh and ends up flinching.

“Oh no, are you okay, should I call the doctor?” Kara immediately reaches forward, lays a hand on Lena’s hip above the sheets and wipes furiously at her face with the other.

“It’s the broken ribs,” Lena grits out, jaw flexing as she drops her hand away from Kara’s face and back onto the bed. “Fuck that hurts.”

“I’m just so glad you’re awake,” Kara says, leaning forward again and brushing some of the hair out of Lena’s face, trying to tuck it behind her ear.

That’s how Bernadette finds them when she returns, Kara gently touching Lena’s forehead, and rubbing her hip, the two of them so close that Kara might as well climb in next to her.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she says, smiling at the two of them. “The attending would like to pop in with the head of ortho to talk about surgical options for your femur. Should I tell her to come back later?”

Kara moves to stand up, she doesn’t want to delay anything about Lena’s care, but Lena reaches for her hand again, and Kara’s powerless to do anything but lace their fingers together and sit back down.

Lena takes a shallow breath, “Can my wife stay?”

My wife. Hearing it come out of Lena’s mouth does something to Kara that feels a little dangerous, makes the room spin a bit. Her heart feels as if it’s expanding and being squeezed at the same time. My wife. My wife. My wife.

“Of course, she’s more than welcome to stay,” Bernadette says. “It’s probably a good idea, actually, now that there are care decisions to make.”

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“Let me get this straight,” Alex says, her head in her hands. Kelly reaches out to rub her back. “You’re still pretending to be married, and Lena is playing along with it?”

Kara nods. They’re sitting down in the cafeteria while Lena gets a sponge bath, something that Kara is trying very hard not to think about. It’s been nearly three weeks, one major operation, and thankfully no more complications.

And Kara has been here through it all. She’s started leaving for blocks of time during the day (it turns out she didn’t have a month worth of vacation saved up and Alex had nearly had an aneurysm when Kara asked if she was allowed to use family medical leave act time), but she’s spent nearly every night in the hospital with Lena since. The medical team loves them, has started talking to them about how devoted Kara is. Maybe Kara’s playing into it a little, bringing flowers, and Lena’s favorite foods, and always, always touching her in some way when she’s in the room.

“You know they’re going to build her discharge plan around you, right?” Alex squints at her. “Have you considered that?”

Kara flushes. “Actually,” she brings a hand up to rub at the back of her neck, adjusts her glasses for good measure, “we’ve agreed that I’ll just move in with Lena for a little while. She can hire someone during the day, but I’ll be around at night and I can help with the rehab. So, um, it’s fine.”

“You’re both fucking idiots.”

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“I’ve been home for an hour and I’m already regretting every choice in my life that’s lead to this point. This is humiliating.”

“Oh my gosh,” Kara laughs, “no it isn’t.”

“Kara, you’re washing my hair in the kitchen sink because I can’t even wash myself right now with this fucking cast and brace on.”

Kara grins, squirting shampoo onto her hand and setting the bottle down on the marble countertop. Lena is sitting in the wheelchair, left leg propped up on the supports. She’s leaning back with her head over the edge of the sink, rolled up towels supporting her neck and her eyes are closed. She’s frowning, but it’s the frown she wears when she’s trying too hard not to smile. It makes Kara want to kiss it right off her face. She takes a deep breath, instead.

Kara is just so grateful that she gets to see Lena like this, hair stringy from the hospital, oversize sweatshirt with one sleeve bunched up over the top of the lime green cast on her right arm. The post-surgical femoral fracture brace looks uncomfortable, but Lena hasn’t complained about it at all. So, fine, maybe this nearly debilitating urge to kiss her best friend, to ask her if the last few weeks could be real, instead of fake (not the marriage part, not now, anyway, but the relationship part sure), is getting more and more intrusive. That doesn’t mean Kara can’t continue to ignore it until Lena’s better.

She finishes washing Lena’s hair and if she takes extra time massaging in the conditioner and making sure the water temperature is absolutely perfect, well, that’s just being a good caretaker. She sets Lena up in her bedroom, then goes back to the kitchen to clean up 

“Ok, Lena,” Kara says, walking back into the bedroom. “You officially have zero edible things in your apartment. I’m going to make a list and head to the grocery store for supplies, ok? Your next meds can’t be taken on an empty stomach.”

“You’re underestimating my iron constitution.” Lena frowns unhappily in bed. “We can just order some, you don’t have to go.”

“I’ll be back in a jiffy, okay?” Kara smiles at Lena.

Sure, they could order groceries, but she wants to go get them, to pick them out herself, and bring them back. It makes her feel so good to be able to do things like this: wash her hair, go get groceries, make her something to eat. The best part of this whole terrible ordeal is that she’s gotten to take care of Lena, to show her, not just tell her, how important she is to Kara. It warms her up from the inside out.

“You sure I’m allowed to be by myself?” Lena teases, breaking Kara out of her thoughts. “I haven’t been left to my own devices in weeks now. Just imagine all the trouble I could get into.” She raises an eyebrow.

Kara laughs and shakes her head, drawn closer to Lena like a magnet. Lena’s tucked into bed, leg propped up on pillows to keep the brace comfortable, two books on the nightstand beside her, a glass of water within easy reach, and the next round of medications in a small porcelain bowl that Kara repurposed from the kitchen. Her hair is still wet from being washed, and although there are dark circles around her eyes, and her cheekbones are too sharp from the weight she lost in the hospital, Kara doesn’t think she’s ever seen anything more beautiful than Lena right at this exact moment.

She walks over to the bed and sits down next to Lena, reaching over to move the glass of water back from the edge of the nightstand and onto a coaster. “You’re going to be fine. I’ll bet you a whole order of potstickers that you’re asleep when I get back.” She reaches across Lena, adjusts the towel covering up her pillow to keep it from getting wet.

When she pulls back slightly, she’s startled by how close Lena’s face is to hers. Lena is looking at her with such unadulterated fondness, that Kara can’t help reaching up and tucking a wet tendril of hair back behind Lena’s ear. “I’ll be back so soon you won’t even know I was gone.”

“I always know when you’re gone,” Lena says, the corners of her mouth lifting up, her eyes crinkling lightly. Kara’s hand has drifted from Lena’s ear to the back of her head, her thumb brushing gently at the soft skin just below Lena’s jaw.

When she retells the story of what happens next later, Alex will roll her eyes and mutter under hear breath, but Kara will swear this is the truth: without even thinking about it, she leans forward and kisses Lena on the lips, quick and soft, then stands and turns to go, pulling her phone out of her pocket so she can start making a grocery list.

“You can drop the act now,” Lena says, a little stiffly.

“Huh?” Kara whips around, more at Lena’s tone than at her words, and looks at her in confusion. Lena’s face is bright red.

“Kara, we’re - I’m home, there’s no hospital staff to convince anymore.” She sounds a little upset and Kara, feels her forehead crinkle as she replays the last several seconds in her head: she moved Lena’s water, adjusted the towel behind her head, smoothed Lena’s hair, and…

“Oh Rao, oh gosh.” She takes a step forward, then back abruptly, as she realizes that she’s just kissed Lena on the mouth. She puts one hand on her forehead and the other on her hip, spins in a small circle. “Lena, I’m so sorry. I didn’t - ”

“It’s fine,” Lena says, her voice sounding calm and even now that Kara is having a meltdown, but her heart is doing some sort of high speed gallop in her chest and it’s giving Kara the impression that this is not actually fine.

Oh no, oh gosh… “Lena, I’m sorry, - ”

“I get it.” Lena cuts her off, holding up a hand to stop her. “The whole act, it’s a hard habit to break.” She drops her hand to the bed and laughs lightly, picking at the blanket. “Honestly I’m surprised we made it this long without accidentally doing that.”

“Accidently. Yes.” Kara’s nodding so hard, she feels like her head might come off. “It was an accident.” That might be a convenient way of putting it, but it doesn’t change the fact that Kara’s been wanting to kiss Lena, wants it to be as un-accidental as possible. And aren’t accidents things like tripping on the carpet, or spilling a drink at dinner? She may not have been thinking when she did it, but Kara knows there’s nothing accidental about that kiss.

But Lena’s giving her an out, and Kara can’t bring herself not to take it.

“I’m just going to - ” Kara gestures over her shoulder and then she flees.

“Alex, I kissed her.” Kara’s made it outside the apartment, but her heart hasn’t slowed down. She didn’t even bother making a list after walking out of Lena’s bedroom, just went straight to the elevator, dialing Alex before she’d even hit the lobby. Her stomach is squirmy, she feels like she might throw up.

“Finally,” Alex says, letting out what might be a relieved sigh.

“What do you mean finally?” Kara feels hysterical.

“I mean finally, idiot. Watching the two of you for the past three weeks has been the most painful experience of my life, I’m glad you finally did it.”

“She thinks it was because of the act!” Kara nearly yells. A man walking by looks at her, narrowing his eyes and giving her a wide berth. “She thinks it’s because of the act, Alex!”

There’s silence on the other end of the line for a moment.

“Kara Danvers, are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“No,” Kara wails. “I didn’t even mean to do it! Or, well. I meant to do it, but I didn’t know I was doing it. I was making sure she had everything she needed and then I was leaving to go to the grocery story and somewhere in the middle I kissed her! And she got kinda upset even though she said she wasn’t and she says it’s fine because it was an accident. And it was an accident, at least in the sense that I wasn’t thinking when I did it and god I didn’t even ask if she wanted to kiss me, but I meant it, Alex, I meant it.”

Kara can picture Alex right now: that tight, unhappy expression on her face, fingers pinching her nose between her eyes.

“Okay, I swore to Kelly I wasn’t going to do this, but that was before you lost your damn mind and kissed her.” Kara can hear Alex take a deep breath. “You need to go back upstairs right now and confess, Kara.”

“What?” Kara practically screeches. She spins in a circle. “No, this isn’t the right time. I’m supposed to be helping her, I’m supposed to be taking care of her, I can’t put this on her right now. What if she doesn’t feel the same, what if this ruins everything, what if - “

Thankfully Alex cuts her off. “That argument worked before you kissed her and decided to let her believe you didn’t mean to do it. And before you argue with me, you might not have known you were doing it, but you absolutely meant to do it, Kara.”

Kara is now facing Lena’s apartment and gently knocking her forehead against it.

“Kara, I heard that crack, stop headbutting the building.” Kara stops, keeps her forehead pressed to the cool limestone. Alex pauses, and her voice is gentle when she continues. “You gotta tell her, kiddo. You’ve been down the whole lying path with her before and while I don’t think this is the kind of lie that would cause her to try removing our free-will again, I do think that you guys decided on honesty as your way forward. You either own that, or you don’t.”

“You’re right. I know you’re right.” Kara squeezes her eyes shut. “If we can get through that, we can get through this.”

“That’s the spirit. And hey, if for some reason things don’t go well and you feel like you can’t stay with her? Kelly or I would be happy to swap out for you tonight. Just in case you need some space.”

“Thanks, Alex.”

“But Kara, I think you’re gonna be just fine.”

Kara doesn’t feel much better when she hangs up with Alex, but she knows her sister is right. She’s got to tell Lena.

And to be honest, Kara can’t imagine a world in which Lena would be upset with her for having feelings, regardless of whether they’re reciprocated. They’ll be able to work through this, even if it hurts for a while. She’s had friends fall in love with her before, and she’s always been able to keep them as friends afterwards. God, maybe Winn has some advice for me, she thinks.

So Kara takes a deep breath and goes back inside. Groceries can wait.

She’s trembling when she lets herself back into Lena’s apartment. It’s nerves, anticipation more than anything. She’s about to confess something that she can’t, won’t take back and it will change things between them, even if only for a while.

Lena looks up from her book when Kara makes her way back into the bedroom. She sets it down beside her hip on the bed and cocks her head.

“Well that was fast. Did Supergirl get my groceries?” She gives Kara a smile.

“I’m in love with you.” Well that’s one way to start this conversation. “And I didn’t kiss you accidentally.”

Lena’s smile drops, her eyes widening in surprise. Everything about her seems to freeze.

“Before you say anything, I need to get this out. I’m not telling you because I’m expecting anything. I don’t want anything to change, I mean, I do, clearly, but I don’t if that’s not what you want.” Kara squeezes her eyes shut and looks at the ceiling. She really should have thought this through. “I’ve known for a while, actually, I was just worried about what it might mean, if you didn’t feel the same way.” She drops her gaze back to Lena. “But then you almost died. And I pretended to be your wife. And I was planning on telling you once you’re totally recovered. Except then I kissed you without even thinking about it and I can’t lie about this, Lena. It isn’t good for either of us. So. Yeah. Just. Tell me what you need.”

Lena’s looking at her with an expression Kara can’t read, but she doesn’t look unhappy, or afraid, or upset...

“Kara, do you remember when that nurse told me my wife had shown up?”

“Yes,” Kara says, frowning, because she doesn't understand where Lena is going with this. “Of course I do, you were panicked that you’d experienced severe brain damage.”

Lena shakes her head, pats the space on the bed next to her.

Kara feels a weight lift from her shoulders: no matter how this goes, if Lena is asking her to come closer, then they’re going to be okay. She walks across the carpet.

“You’re right,” Lena says as Kara comes closer, “I was worried, but that wasn’t the only thing that made me panic.”

“What else was it?” Kara sits down and looks at her lap, bringing her hands together to fidget. She can feel Lena’s body heat next to her, but she doesn’t want to reach out unless Lena does it first. “Was it the idea of being married to me?” She laughs. She can laugh about this.

“No, darling,” Lena says. She reaches for Kara’s hands, smoothing her fingers across them to still them. Darling, that’s a good sign, right? “Kara, as terrified as I was that there was more damage, my first thought was that somehow I’d lost memories of us: of you falling in love with me, of dating and first kisses and someone proposing and a wedding.” Lena pauses and Kara stares at their joined hands. She hears more than sees Lena take a deep breath and let it out. “I’ve been in love with you for so long it broke my heart to think that those things had happened and I couldn’t remember them.”

Kara whips her head around to look at Lena. Her best friend is smiling, and her eyes are a little wet like maybe she’s overwhelmed and might cry and oh gosh, does Kara understand that feeling right now.

“You love me,” she says, feeling her own eyes start to fill with tears.

Lena nods.

“You’re in love with me,” Kara can’t help clarifying. This is something out of a dream.

Lena nods again.

“Can I…” Kara reaches for Lena’s face, trails her knuckles down Lena’s cheek and watches in awe as Lena leans into the touch.  “Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes,” Lena breaths out, smiling, and it’s blinding. “But only if it’s not an accident.”

#this is not what I meant to be writing at all today and also it is much less funny than the tag ficlet but what're you gonna do? #robie writes #supercorp #WHAT'S PROOF READING I'VE NEVER HEARD OF IT DON'T @ME #tw canon typical violence

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Supercorptober

Day 9 - Super

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When Kara finally decides it’s time to hang up the cape it seems only natural that CatCo gets the exclusive. It makes it all feel full circle given that Cat is the one that named her Supergirl. Plus Kara has been the CEO these last 25 years. 

James comes back to do the photographs for the cover. Him and Lena smiling supportively as she chooses to style her hair in the iconic Supergirl waves, but opts to wear a neutral outfit. A pair of dark wash jeans and a blue dress shirt with the first few buttons undone. A custom colour that Lena helped procure just for the purpose of emulating her Super suit. Something to bring just a little bit of Kara into the shoot without revealing her identity.

They take a bunch of photos. Many show Kara laughing, her eyes squished and cheeks pink as she struggles to be serious. In all these years she’s only been photographed around the city when she’s in full Supergirl mode. There’s more of Kara putting her hands on her hips as she tries to channel that personna. There’s even more of Kara and Lena together. Lena pressing a calming hand to Kara’s chest, their foreheads pressed together as Kara covers Lena’s hand with her own. Lena and Kara on a couch as Kara slouches casually with Lena’s heeled feet in her lap. Photos that will eventually make their way into frames on their apartment walls.

The one that James chooses for the cover is one that Kara doesn’t remember seeing, but she’s confident that Lena helped pick. It’s almost startling to see herself so close up. The photo cropped off just below her knees so that she takes up the entire frame. The only real source of colour in the picture. Her blonde hair falls over the deep blue of her shoulders, taking on a slightly silver quality that is a small evidence of her age. The combination makes her eyes look that much more bright as she stares into the camera. The brown leather chair she’s sitting in almost fades away into the barely visible background of the tower. The bright red of her cape is easily recognizable in the bottom of the picture, clenched in the fist that rests on her knee. 

Just beside her shoulder in a red font that reads, “Supergirl says ‘it's time to hang up the cape’, interview on page 63”. Kara doesn’t need to read the article, she already read it when she approved the draft for publication. Plus she did do the interview. So she already knows   that it talks about Superman stepping down before her and what retiring from Supergirl means for National City. She knows that she says “never say never” when asked if this really will be the last time the city sees Supergirl. She knows that it highlights her casual mention of wanting to spend these years with her wife living a quieter life. It’s probably not the answer she should have given because she’s sure it will bring up some speculation. But she’s always been careful about who she’s been seen with publicly as Supergirl. Plus it’s worth it to see Lena’s eyes get a little misty as she reads the article. 

“So what do you think?”

“It’s amazing.” Lena says with a watery smile as she looks up at her wife. “You’re amazing.” 

#supercorp #supercorptober2021 #supergirl #nemo writes #the idea of kara living a long life with lena and as supergirl and being able to retire from being a superhero is just really soft to me

[jellybeandrawsthings]

☹️hi i dont usually do this thing where i ask for art/thoughts on things but ive had a super bad day and i was just curious as to what your take on your wounded-on-krypton Kara would be doing with Lena if she hadn't of come out as Supergirl but they still met and fell in love- would Kara just be floating around Lena's apartment during quarantine listening to Lena read books and making her gf tea's and flying out to get her her supplies so Lena would stay safe from getting sick? I really love your art.

aww, I'm sorry u had a bad day, I made a little doodle and tried writing a little story for it as well that should answear your queastion about my scarred!Kara and her relationship with Lena if she didn’t became Supergirl (tho I'm not a writer, so its quality might not be the best)  hopefully it will make u feel even just a little bit better

The first time she met Lena, Kara was going to L-Corp to get a prosthetic replacement from their new Cybernetic Futures program since she kind of destroyed her old one.

Okay, she definitely destroyed her old one, but to be fair, who knew kicking a cement boulder with a prosthetic leg made from human metals but with the force of an angry and very frustrated superpowered being would destroy said metal leg. Really, who could've predicted that?

Walking into the building with warm coffee in hand proved to be more difficult than Kara hoped, her busted prosthetic making her wobble every two steps since she didn't have a spare she could wear - this was the spare - and the slippery tiled floor didn't help. Making her way to the elevator she kept glancing down focusing on her steps, this meant she didn't notice when a woman absorbed in her phone walked straight into her path. On instinct, she relaxed her body as to not harm the human she collided with, unfortunately, that meant she lost her barely-there, to begin with, balance and was sent sprawling onto the floor and her coffee splashing straight at the woman's shirt. Perfect. Just what she needed today.

She had an apology already forming on her lips when she looked up and for the first time noticed the woman, no, the goddess she bumped into. Her hair was black, but when it caught the light it shone deep chestnut brown and cascading down her back, her skin was pale and looked so soft Kara found herself wanting to touch it, her fingers twitching at her sides. The woman's eyes were green, though her right eye seemed to be two shades lighter, more gray than green. She wasn't looking at her currently occupied with taking in the state of her clothes. And Rao, her clothes. The outfit was that of a businesswoman, high heels ready to kill, dark burgundy slacks with a matching suit jacket, loose black tie, and a white shirt. A white shirt that was now covered in Kara's coffee. Oh no. She needed to fix this, like, immediately. The best place to start is with an apology, right?

———————

Lena was having a pretty normal day, all things considered. She should have known her days are never normal. She woke up early, ate a small breakfast, and went to work. There she had meetings with investors from 8 to 11, some paperwork to sign, a small meeting with the head of R&D at 12, and now she finally had enough time to take a break and maybe grab some lunch. With a certain sandwich place in mind, she made her way down to the ground floor and, while answering some last-minute e-mail made her way to the exit of the building.

Before she could even make it halfway to the wide double door, she felt something surprisingly solid and at the same time very wobbly bump into her, and then a sudden warmth and wetness on her chest. Looking down at herself confirmed what she already suspected, someone, spilled coffee on her. Thankfully it was only warm and not scalding hot the last thing she needed right now was dealing with coffee-induced burns. Making sure her shirt was the only thing damaged in the incident, Lena paid no mind to the person who bumped into her, that is until a very apologetic voice started talking to her. From the floor. Looking away from her ruined shirt, she took in the person frantically trying to apologize for spilling coffee on her, at least that's what she thinks the woman was trying to do, seeing as at his point she was rambling a mile a minute.

The woman on the floor looked young, probably around the same age as Lena herself, she had blond wavy hair gathered in a messy ponytail and hidden behind cute square-framed glasses, the bluest eyes she has ever seen. There was a burn scar covering most of the left side of her face and neck and more peeking out from under her shirt. Her left leg ended right below the knee, and the prosthetic she was wearing looked like someone put it under an industrial press and then tried to put it back into shape with a hammer. She was wearing blue sneakers, jean shorts, and a yellow tank top with tiny rainbow dinosaurs on it that gave her an unobscured view of the rippling muscles in her arms as she gesticulated wildly still rambling out something resembling an apology.

Taking it all in Lena came to one conclusion. She's cute. And so with warm coffee drying on her chest and a beautiful woman at her feet, really what else was there for Lena to do other than ask the blonde out on a date.

———————

They moved in together after a year of dating. Alex asked if they were sure, but there wasn't a doubt in their minds that this was what they wanted. It felt right. And they were glad for this decision since a few months later, they and most of the world's population were confined to their homes.

Days in quarantine were spent working from home on their laptops with their legs entwined together and sharing a blanket out of the view of the cameras. When they weren't working they were finding new ways to entertain themselves. Slowly making their way through the classics of fantasy and sci-fi literature, with Kara floating them above the couch and Lena laying on top of her chest reading aloud from her Kindle was how they were spending most of the evenings. During the weekends when there was less work, Lena tried to teach Kara how to bake - with mixed results - and Kara made it her mission to recreate as many childhood experiences Lena missed out on living with the Luthors as possible. Her blanket fort wasn't the most structurally sound, but it sure was cozy. Movie nights were a nightly routine, and cooking dinner together became the most sacred daily ritual neither of them dared or wanted to skip. Weekly game nights through zoom were initiated almost immediately after lockdown and to no one's surprise, Lena and Alex's competitiveness did not lessen with the development of not being in the same room. If anything it became worse. Bets about how long will it take for the two of them to start fighting and accusing each other of cheating were as much a tradition as game nights itself. Most days though were spent working and lounging together with Kara occasionally flying out to pick up supplies they needed. And when one day Kara flew through the balcony with two cats and a dog saying there wasn't enough space in shelters, who was Lena to refuse those cute puppy eyes (it didn't hurt that the dog and cats were adorable as well).

#consulting with the oracle #annonymous #supercorp #ficlet

[from-a-reckless-writer]

Pls give me a follow up where they tell people or at least Alex. I don’t care if it’s like two sentences long, I just need her reaction in my life. Also you’re amazing and I love you

read first part here

Lena's sat on the bed, they've finally summoned enough will power to separate for Kara to take a shower. She's still smiling dopily at the 'ring' on her finger, when she hears it.

The familiar click of a key, the slam of the door and then, "Sorry to barge in so early! But I think Kelly left her purse here!!! Hey, Kara?! You up ye-"

Lena gets up and throws on the first article of clothing she sees on the floor--Kara's sweater from last night--and runs barefoot to the living room. She finds Alex rummaging around the clutter around the coffee table. The clutter that the both of them were too busy to deal with, the night before.

"Hey, Alex."

"Lena!" Alex exclaims in surprise. "Wait, you're still here?" She asks, and before Lena can even say anything, Alex waves her hand dismissively, rolling her eyes. "Y'now what? Never mind, not even gonna ask, don't even wanna know."

"Kara's still in the shower. You said you were looking for Kelly's purse?"

"Mmhm yeah," Alex answers, now absentmindedly checking under the couch cushions.

"Oh, is it this one?" Lena raises the purse in her hands for Alex to see. She found it on the floor of Kara's room, next to her discarded jeans, probably one of the many things they've kicked and knocked down during the chaos last night.

"I think Kara found it last night lying on the couch." Lena hands it out to Alex slowly.

"It is. This is it yeah. Thank y- wait." Alex snags her hand back quickly. "What the fuck are you wearing, Luthor? Is this a keychain ring??"

Lena's heartbeat speeds up. Oh no, no, no, no. She and Kara haven't talked about this. That brief snippet awhile ago does not count as talking.

Alex's eyes narrow dangerously on her. Lena shifts nervously foot to foot.

"So, erhm, funny story...'

She watches Alex absorb her nervous rambling, stare at the marks on her neck, watches Alex piece two and two together, watches the emotions slowly play out on her face.

"Wait. No. You didn't. She did not."

"Well," Lena tries to start, "I- uh- Kara- she-"

"Alex?" And of course, this'll be the perfect time for Kara to walk in, clad only in a towel wrapped around her. She freezes, looks at a paling Lena, looks at the way Alex has Lena's left hand. "What are you-"

"Explain." Alex grits out. "Explain, right now, Kara."

"Oh, uhm. I kind of- Lena and I, we uh we're-" Kara squirms, blue eyes searching for help.

Lena decides to save her.

"We're getting married."

It is deathly silent in the aftermath. If Lena focuses enough, she thinks she can hear each droplet from Kara's still dripping hair hit the floor.

"We're getting married," Kara repeats, this time more certain, after what seems like a millennia of silence from Alex, her face unreadable. "I asked Lena to marry me last night. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Alex. It was kind of a spontan-"

"Wow."

That shuts Kara up.

"Wow, you know what?" Alex says, her tone too sweet for what had just happened.

"It is 8 am in the morning, I have girlfriend waiting for me downstairs and I do not have any caffeine in my body for this conversation. So, I'm just going to-" Alex doesn't even bother finishing her sentence, she lets Lena's hand drop, walks away without another word, Kelly's purse tight in her hands.

The door swings shut and Lena is left scrambling Lena staring at the door, Kara still frozen in place.

"Well. That went well than expected?"

She finally looks at Kara, who walks over to her and wraps mostly dry arms around Lena's waist.

"She didn't threaten us with murder, so yeah, guess I'll count that as a win."

Lena leans up on her tiptoes to give Kara a kiss but before any of that can happen, the door opens again, just a crack. Alex pokes her head in.

"Congratulations to you both," she says flatly. "Oh, and Kara?"

"Yes?" Kara squeaks out, hands nervously tightening at the hem of Lena's shirt.

"You're telling Mom."

#I feel like the moment Kelly sees Alex coming down and starts to ask her what happened that's the moment Alex will lose it. #but hey at least she didnt threaten them with murder right? #the reckless writer writes #a sequel of sorts #supecorp fic #supercorp #rcklss writes

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Nia waits.

She's patient, unwilling to fill the awkward silence as Maeve shifts from foot to foot, anxious for Nia to take the next step, whether it be an embrace or an invitation to speak more. Nia offers neither. She's said her piece: she is done for the night.

"Um," Maeve says finally. "I'll call you, then? In a few days..."

"Fine," Nia clips out.

The moment Maeve turns to head back into her building Nia stalks off in the other direction. She can feel her sister's gaze boring into her back, right between her shoulderblades, but she doesn't turn to look over her shoulder.

She is calm. She is certain. She is confident.

Nia knows who she is. Always has. Now she accepts it fully, fills up every inch of her skin in a way she never has before.

Still, that doesn't keep her hands from shaking as she reaches into her purse as the adrenaline wears off, pulling out her cellphone and tapping a familiar contact picture.

As soon as the line picks up, she knows what she needs.

"Where are you?"

----

Nia takes the elevator up to the Tower still stewing. In the long walk over, her sense of righteousness has ebbed, leaving her second guessing herself. Had she gone too easy on Maeve? Is she only inviting greater hurt by giving her another chance? Was she a traitor to other mistreated trans people by accepting a phobic family member back into her life?

By the time the doors open and Nia sees Lena rise from the couch to meet her, the last of her emotional strength evaporates.

She burrows into Lena's arms the moment they open in invitation. One of Lena's hands presses against her back, the other cups the back of Nia's head. Nia tucks her face against Lena's shoulder, willing her burning eyes to dry.

"I'm sorry," Lena says simply, her voice but a murmur. "You deserve better."

They don't speak any further for a long time. When Nia finally pulls free of Lena's embrace, they settle on the couch together, shoulders touching and hands tangled, but silent. Lena lets Nia sit, lost in her own thoughts.

Ultimately, Nia scoffs bitterly. "I haven't seen or heard from her in what, two years? And she thought I had tracked HER down!"

"Didn't you?"

"No! I had no idea it was her behind that door. I had no desire to see her again. She made it perfectly clear how she felt about me, so if there was gonna be contact, then she was gonna have to put in the effort!"

Lena gazes at her thoughtfully. "I'm sorry it wasn't what you hoped it would be."

Nia can only shake her head. "You know it almost was? I mean, she had a whole folder full of news clippings about Dreamer. And-- almost immediately she said she regretted what she saying what she did."

"You don't believe her."

"Well, not that time, considering she was just trying to help me find the totem so she could steal it. But she said it again, later." Nia sighs. "I don't know if I actually believe her, or if I just want to believe her."

Lena gives her hand a squeeze. "Sometimes, it's the choice that matters most."

"I guess," Nia shrugs quietly. "I just... I just don't know what to do. I don't really need her, so why set myself up to get hurt again?"

At that, Lena's gaze falls to her lap, where her free hand suddenly finds fuzz to pick at along the seam of her jeans. Nia watches for a moment, then studies Lena. "What?"

Lena shakes her head with a maligned grin. Her eyebrows lift self-deprecatingly. "Well, as the queen of the one-strike policy," she chuckles, "I can tell you that pushing people away after they hurt you isn't all it's cracked up to be."

Nia rolls her eyes, catching Lena's grin as her own lips lift into a smile. "That was different."

"It really isn't." Lena shifts in her seat, turning to face Nia more squarely. "I can also tell you that it takes more courage to forgive than it does to cut people out." Her head tilts. "I'm proud of you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Nia slumps against the back of the couch, wiggling in her seat until she's cuddled comfortably against Lena's side.

"At least I know I still have family, regardless of what happens with Maeve." She'll still have a sister, ready to provide the ice cream when--if-- it all blows up in her face.

Lena rests her head against Nia's, nodding. "You'll still have us," she confirms. "You'll still have us."

#sg spoilers #lena & nia #brotp #not part of sister sister #but in the same spirit #lena and nia are sisters yo #good luck convincing me otherwise