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fangswbenefits · 11 months

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Breaking Point

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You’ve teased Miguel beyond his already thin breaking point, and now you’re left to deal with the consequences.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’hara - spider-woman/reader

𓂅 𓄹 Warnings: 18+!!! Possessive and jealous Miguel. Love bites featuring his fangs. Sexual tension. Dark Miguel.

𓂅 𓄹 Word count: 932

Thanks to @sapphire-and-ruby for the request! Screenshot below.

“Oh, bloody hell… he’s starin’ at us.”

You didn’t have to ask who Hobie was referring to, because you knew. Everyone knew. Besides, your heightened senses had long alerted you to his presence.

Miguel O’hara.

You twirled the straw inside your spider-man themed tall glass and took a sip. “That’s his problem.”

Hobie, however, didn’t share the sentiment and clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Yeah, and he’s gonna make it everyone’s problem now.”

“Relax, Hobie,” you waved your hand dismissively, even though you were beaming inside from the sudden attention. “How’s Miles and Gwen?”

Hobie was known to be extremely chill even when the occasion didn’t call for it, but if there was one person he didn’t want to antagonise it was Miguel.

“Yeah… he’s comin’ over,” he said, leaning back on his chair as if the mere fact that he was too close to you was dangerous.

And it could be.

Miguel’s tall frame cast a shadow as he halted by the bar table.

“Can we talk?”

You didn’t even spare a glance at him, and kept smiling endearingly at Hobie who had visibly gone tense.

“Oye, I’m talking to you.”

You took yet another sip and paused before answering. “Is this work related?”

“No.”

“Then it can wait,” you shrugged, knowing fully well Miguel wasn’t going anywhere.

“It can’t.”

“I’m having a conversation with Hobie. Don’t be rude.”

No one would ever dare to talk to Miguel like that, and you took immense pride in knowing you could get away with it.

Or so you thought.

“I’m sure he won’t mind,” he said in his usual flat tone. “Right, Hobie?”

He straightened up really fast in his seat. “Huh… sure, mate! I was just leavin’ anyways. Wanna brush up on…” he adjusted the guitar on his lap as he prepared to take his leave. “… oh! On the rising dangers of capitalism, yeah!”

“Hobie, don’t you dare,” you warned, ready to hold him in place with your webbing if needed. “It’s our day off. Let’s chill.”

The man in front of you froze momentarily, unsure of what to do next.

“Yeah, you lot sort it out,” he ended up saying with a shrug. “I’m out.”

But before he could walk away you shot a thick string of webbing that landed on his guitar. To be honest, you had done it out of pure fun, but no one was laughing.

“Come here, Hobei,” you giggled.

“Oi! Not my guitar!” he huffed in annoyance.

At this point, everyone at the bar had shifted their attention to the rising commotion, and when a flash of red filled your field of vision you knew someone had finally reached their breaking point.

Miguel had cut Hobei free from your grip with his own digital webbing which earned a few gasps from the surrounding crowd.

The spider-punk shot you a final death glare before hauling himself from the ground and disappearing into the distance.

It was your turn to throw Miguel the best murderous look you could conjure. “Happy?”

“Not until you come with me.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere private,” he said, his handsome face twisting into something dark.

You went back to your drink and decided to push him a little further.

“Don’t. Ignore. Me.”

He then wrapped a strong hand around your wrist, careful not to apply too much pressure.

You noticed a few wary glances from those close by. “You’re making a scene.”

“Me?”

You nodded, sticking out your tongue at him, causing him to bare his fangs at you.

Fuck.

Miguel quickly lowered his head so he could level his lips with your ear. “I’m done with you. Come,” he tugged at your wrist, hoping you’d follow his command.

You should know better than to push Miguel O’hara. What he lacked in humour he definitely made up for in jealousy.

He had been circling you for weeks now. Waiting for you to finally give in.

But while he wanted you to fall for his not so subtle advances, you wanted him to crawl for you.

“What if I say no?”

You felt his breath fanning your ear once more. “Do you want to say no?”

Touché.

Truth be told, you didn’t want to admit defeat, but you also didn’t want to draw more attention to yourself.

A secret part of you yearned to know what would happen next.

“Fine,” you shot, unhooking his fingers from you.

You followed him through the exit door, flashing a few reassuring smiles at your fellow spider-men abd spider-women on your way out.

Miguel kept his determined pace in front of you as you both walked down a near deserted street.

As you were about to ask where he was taking you, you felt your body being shoved into an alleyway, before your spider senses could register what was happening.

Miguel O’hara had your back firmly pressed against a cold wall with only the dim light of a nearby neon sign allowing you to see his hardened face.

“What—”

He brought his covered hand to press your lips shut. “I’m done with your fucking teasing.”

Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a few beats as you felt him pressing his toned body against yours, effectively keeping you in place. His free hand gripped your wrist tightly.

“I’m done seeing you pay attention to anyone but me.”

You shuddered at his growl.

“Done seeing you not wanting to be mine.”

You briefly contemplated putting up a fight, but you knew silence could be equally effective.

“You’ve been hanging around Hobei too much,” his face was so close you could almost feel every word hit your skin. “Do you want him?”

Silence.

He removed his hand from your face, expecting a reply.

You gave him a smug smile instead, savouring the heat that radiated from his body. “What if I do?”

His fingers were on your jaw now. “He won’t satisfy you.”

There it was. His pride in full display. You had no doubts Miguel could be an extraordinary lover. All that pent up frustration had to be channelled somewhere.

“You’re too full of yourself, Miguel O’hara.”

His lips nearly brushed yours as his red eyes glowed in the dark. “You want me. I can feel your heartbeat. I know of your desire for me.”

“Really?”

“I can smell it,” he smiled wide, revealing his set of fangs.

He was a predator. His entire DNA had been accidentally modified and gave place to a cunning predator.

At one point, what pinned you against the cold wall wasn’t his physical strength, but rather the weight of his words.

“Let me have you.”

You shut your eyes as you felt his teeth grazing the skin of your neck. A rush of adrenaline made its way down to your clit and you soon felt it pulsing with each flick of his tongue.

“Miguel… I…”

Soon, you felt him instinctively bucking his hips against you and his tight suit left little to the imagination as his cock grew increasingly harder.

The grip on your jaw didn’t waver as he delivered open-mouthed kisses along your neck. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, so you ended up wrapping them along his forearms as if scared your knees might give up on you.

“You’re mine.”

All these weeks managing to keep your desire for him at bay had been for nothing.

“I’m done fucking my hands when I could be fucking you instead,” he growled in between kisses, pressing his clothed cock into you.

He brought one of your hand down his body and in between the two of you.

“Go on,” he nearly hissed. “Feel how hard I get for you.”

He rubbed your palm across his impressive length and you nearly moaned as he brought his lips closer to yours once more.

You wanted to taste him more than ever and tried to close the gap, but he kept you in place.

The heat from his body was suddenly gone and you watched him climb up and away from you.

“What the fuck, Miguel? You’re leaving?!”

He looked down at you, his face twisting into a devious grin. “Now you know how painful it feels.”

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 3 years

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De Amore

My fic for @aceomenszine is finally available on AO3!

Aziraphale has come to Paris to find the answer to an important question: What's it like to be in love? Crowley's not sure why he wants to know, but he's willing to discuss it to make his angel happy. Full text below!

“What’s it like to be in love?”

Crowley stumbled to a stop on the Paris street, glaring at the angel beside him. Aziraphale stared straight ahead, walking with his usual expression: calm, poised, slightly arrogant. As if he were talking about the weather.

“Dunno. S’a human thing, isn’t it?” He scowled at a few gawking peasants, hurrying to catch up. “Romance. Lust. Sex. Nothing to do with us.”

“You could say the same of hunger, or exhaustion, or boredom.”

“Yeah, and I’d be right.” Crowley held out an arm to stop Aziraphale from walking directly into a produce cart. “Neither of us gets exhausted. You’re never tired, and I just like a good nap sometimes.”

“Really?” A flicker of that mocking bastard smirk. “How many nights did you sleep this past week?”

“Nrrg. Five or six, but that’s not the point.” They started walking again, Crowley tossing an apple he’d snuck from the cart. “I could stop if I wanted to — I’d miss it, but s’not the same as being tired. Same with you and eating.”

“But if I desire a food, so strongly I can already taste it, surely that’s…if not exactly hunger, a close approximation?”

“Don’t think so.” Crowley offered the apple, but Aziraphale shook his head. “Spend a couple days in the city, you’ll see what hunger looks like. S’not about pleasure or wanting a particular food. It’s need, desperation. And we just don’t experience that.” He tossed the apple towards a group of children, and a girl in a ragged dress caught it. “Boredom I’ll grant you. I’ve definitely been bored.”

“So, we might enjoy things as humans do, but never desire them the same way,” Aziraphale mused, smoothing his hands down the front of his stolen jacket. “But is love the longing for a connection with another, or the pleasure of that connection?”

“Doesn’t really make a difference to us, does it?”

He waited for Aziraphale to respond, but the angel simply continued walking, hands folded behind his back, eyes more distant than usual.

“So?” Crowley prodded after nearly a block in silence. “What brought this on?” Aziraphale shrugged. “Let me guess. Reading novels again? Sappy poetry? Getting…ideas?” He stepped ahead of Aziraphale and walked backwards, to ensure the angel saw his suggestive eyebrow wiggle. No response. Crowley shrugged, falling back into step. “Look, f’you want to try falling in love with a human, s’your business. Let me know how it goes. Just do it back in London, I don’t need that…drama getting back to my bosses.”

“That’s not it,” Aziraphale snapped, wringing his hands. “It’s not — it doesn’t even work that way, Crowley. Humans don’t just decide to fall in love!”

“They don’t cross an ocean and charge through a revolution for a snack, either.”

“Oh, never mind. Clearly you’re the expert here.” Aziraphale froze, glaring at a shop just ahead, and threw his hands up in disgust. “And now they’ve closed my favorite creperie! Why do I even bother? Might as well return to England and feast upon whatever lumpy brown bread the first tavern I pass serves.”

“Stop being dramatic,” Crowley hissed, turning down a side street and gesturing for Aziraphale to follow. “If you get locked up again, I’m not rescuing you a second time.” The angel’s lips twisted sourly. “Look, gourmet crepes aren’t really in demand right now, but I know a place. Might still be open.”

“I suppose that will have to do.”

Crowley rolled his eyes and glared at the sky, thin grey clouds veiling the sun. He should probably just let Aziraphale stew in his own sullen displeasure. Might even give him an advantage — a distracted angel was easier to outsmart.

But Crowley hadn’t been in the business of thwarting Aziraphale for over a thousand years. Why oppose each other, when they could work…not together, but in tandem? Ensuring all their duties were fulfilled, their paperwork properly filed.

It was better this way. Less fuss all around, less inconvenience. Pleasanter conversation. More time for trips to the theater or quiet meals, either of which was a far better way to spend an evening than any sort of elaborate espionage.

He’d been looking forward to griping about his job over a mug of cider while Aziraphale worked his way through a plate of crepes, smiling and wiggling in his seat. Watching Aziraphale get excited over something was, in Crowley’s opinion, one of the best ways to pass the time.

Only the conversation had left Aziraphale annoyed, pouting and…Crowley studied him carefully, dark glasses imperfectly hiding his eyes. More than anything, Aziraphale looked hurt. A sight that always made Crowley’s stomach twist painfully.

He sighed, tossing back his head. “‘Love is an inborn suffering, proceeding from the sight and immoderate thought upon the beauty of another, for which cause above all other things one wishes to embrace the other and, by common assent, in this embrace to fulfil the commandments of love.’”[1]

“I beg your pardon?”

“Look, I don’t know. You asked me—!” Crowley walked faster, face growing hot. “It’s from some old treatise, right? Love, he says, is seeing someone beautiful and wanting sex. Then, when you have your fill…” he waved his hand vaguely.

“I see.” Aziraphale adjusted his sleeves. “I suppose that…makes sense.” But he still looked grim.

Up ahead, not quite along their path, stood one of Paris’s parks, gates now open to the public. Apart from some rubbish cluttering the entrance, it seemed well-maintained. Crowley tipped his head, inviting.

Aziraphale’s eyes lit up and he nodded, the first hint of a smile on his face. It always made Crowley feel light, that smile, however briefly it appeared.

They wandered in silence up the path, lined by trees here, flowerbeds there. Leaves had turned yellow and the grass was edged with brown, but the roses were still in bloom. Crowley paused to pluck a particularly well-formed bud.

As they crossed a bridge over a small watercourse, Aziraphale suddenly said, “Do you think it’s true, though? That — that treatise? Because it rather sounds like he didn’t see any difference between lust and love.”

“Mmh.” Crowley paused, gazing downstream, where a group of ducks swam contentedly. “As a demon? Yeah. Fits the party line. Humans don’t think of anything but their own pleasure, always wanting what they don’t have. Jealous, possessive, until something better comes along. Then it starts all over. If love and lust aren’t the same, well, they’re pretty close, right?”

“I see.” Aziraphale stepped beside him, holding out his red cap, now filled with grains of barley and cracked corn. They each took a handful and tossed it down. The ducks swam over eagerly, bobbing to catch the seeds before they drifted away.

“But as a being who’s been in the world nearly six thousand years?” Crowley threw another handful, then leaned against the railing, crossing his arms. “Not so sure. Humans do too much that can’t be explained by simple pleasure. Besides, I’ve seen what they do when overwhelmed by lust, and what they do when overwhelmed by love and…dunno. S’not the same.”

More handfuls of grains as a second group of ducks approached.

“What d’you think, Angel?” Crowley prodded. “Must be something in all those books you read.”

“Oh, quite a lot,” Aziraphale assured him. “Much of it contradictory. Many poets will only talk about their beloved’s face, or eyes, but if it were simply a matter of beauty, surely everyone would fall in love with the same beauties.”

“Sometimes they do.” Crowley rolled some seeds between his palms. “S’where the jealousy comes in. But yeah. Gotta be more to it than that.”

“I hope you’re not planning to make those poor ducks sink.”

“What? Nk — no. Course not.” He threw the grains down and the ducks quickly swarmed, turning bright shades of pink and blue and violet as they ate.

“Crowley.”

“Oh, it’s not hurting anyone.” He glanced sideways to see Aziraphale pressing his lips together, struggling not to smile. Grinning, Crowley tossed down more enchanted grains. “Go on then.”

“Hmm? Ah, yes. Well, the overall impression is that love is…transformative. Changes the way one thinks and feels at all times. They speak of, oh, the sun shining brighter, foods tasting sweeter, winter blossoming into summer. Metaphors. Others speak of — of attraction, quickened pulse, sudden heat and so on, but that’s a passing thing, part of a — a particular moment of closeness. Surely, no human could maintain such a state for an hour, never mind weeks or years!” Aziraphale offered Crowley the last handful of grain in his cap. “And once that moment passes…”

“Back to the metaphors.” The ducks below were now spotted, striped, every color of the rainbow. One bore pure white wings, beside another with midnight black. Aziraphale chuckled, very softly, which made Crowley feel immensely satisfied. Dusting off his hands, he circled the angel and continued walking.

“Yes,” Aziraphale hurried to catch up, cap twisting in his hands. “I get the sense that the feeling is so obvious, so…universal, they never think to describe it.”

“How inconsiderate.” Crowley thought it over. “So, flash of heat, racing heart, sun gets brighter, then ten pages about the color of their eyes? That about it?”

“I suppose so.” Aziraphale rubbed a finger across his lip. “Not always beauty, though. Some appear drawn by their partner’s clever mind, or acts of kindness. Some praise stories of bravery or great deeds, others fixate on meaningless symbols of wealth. But still, those only tell why one falls in love, not what it feels like.”

“Sounds like a sort of obsession.” Crowley furrowed his brow. “That treatise had a list of…sort of rules of love. Mostly about jealousy, really, don’t think the author thought much of women, but… ‘Every action of a lover ends in the thought of his beloved.’”

“I see…so that, together or apart, one cannot help but think always of the other. That certainly aligns with the evidence.” He started to replace his cap, then paused, looking inside. “Anything else of use?”

“‘Love can deny nothing to love.’” Beside him, Aziraphale turned pink and a brilliant smile broke across his face, like the sun after a storm. He pulled from the cap the bright red rosebud Crowley had hidden within.

Crowley watched as Aziraphale slid the flower into his buttonhole, drinking in the way the delighted shiver ran across his shoulders. Then the angel looked up, hitting Crowley with the full force of his smile.

Stunning. Blinding. It stole Crowley’s breath away, wiped every thought from his mind.

One day, that smile would destroy him, and he wouldn’t mind at all.

“So, this creperie — are we close?”

“Ngh. Smh. Unh. Nearly. Another block or two.” The park’s gate stood just ahead, half shut, the bustling street beyond. Crowley quickly stepped ahead, pulling it open for Aziraphale. “You, ah, find the answer you needed?”

“I…think so, yes.” He rested his fingers on the gate — so close to Crowley’s he could feel their warmth — then quickly pulled away, folding his hands behind his back. “I’ve been trying to work out…well…whether I’m in love with you, Crowley.”

“Oh.” What was he supposed to say to that? “Oh.”

“Indeed.” Aziraphale’s eyes darted nervously and he began to pace. “I-I want you to know, I don’t desire you. I’ve never felt that sort of attraction. And I’m not jealous by any means. I’m not even certain who I’m meant to be jealous of. But…” He turned back, tugging his jacket. “I think of you. Constantly. Every action, every experience reminds me of you. I go to a concert, and I can’t concentrate on the music, only whether you would enjoy it. I hear a joke and I imagine how you would laugh, or roll your eyes, and I can’t know a moment’s peace until I’ve shared it with you. And last month…when I was reprimanded…for days afterward I could think of nothing but how I wished you were there. When I finally found the strength to venture out, it was only from my determination to come here.”

“For…crepes?” Crowley offered stupidly.

“No, you silly creature, for you.” He stepped forward, reaching up as if to straighten Crowley’s lapels, but once again his hands dropped. “I hear your voice and no matter how dark my situation — no matter how absurd you look in the current fashion — I just…feel happy again.”

Aziraphale took a deep breath and lifted his eyes — hopeful, fearful, vulnerable — to meet Crowley’s.

“Oh.” Something more was probably needed. “Yeah.”

That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say.

“Well.” Aziraphale’s eyes dropped and he turned, trying to hide his expression. “Yes. I thought you should know.” He ducked his head and hurried through the gate. “Where — where is this creperie? We should try to arrive—”

“Me too.”

Crowley hadn’t meant to say anything. His mind was still ten minutes behind, struggling to catch up, but the pain on Aziraphale’s face hurt him like a blow to the chest.

The two words stopped Aziraphale in his tracks.

“I…I think about you, too.” Crowley stepped halfway through the gate, gripping the bar so tight it began to bend. “When I wake up, or fall asleep and…and away from you, here, I just…I miss you…but you — you idiot, with your crepes and your — your execution and…and then you smile and I just…” Blast! How could Aziraphale be so eloquent? Crowley swallowed and started over. “Look, m’trying to say…don’t think I can deny you anything. And. If that’s love…yeah. Me too.”

All this time, Aziraphale stood perfectly still, his back to Crowley. But now he turned, blue eyes furiously blinking. “That’s…ah…thank you. I know y-you hate being thanked but…” Aziraphale took one step closer, then another, until only inches separated them. “Thank you.”

“Nh.” He could so easily reach across that last bit of distance. Crowley didn’t know what that would accomplish, what he’d even do, but he wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything. “Now what?”

“I don’t know.” Aziraphale’s gaze fell. “It…doesn’t change anything, does it? You’re still a demon, and I’m—”

“I don’t care,” Crowley hissed, shocked at the fervor in his own voice. “We don’t need to play by their rules. We could — run off, or—”

“We can’t. Crowley, both our sides would — they’d find us, they’d destroy you.”

“I’m willing to risk it.” He reached for Aziraphale’s hand.

“I’m not.” The angel jerked back, putting more distance between them, eyes wide. “Crowley that’s — that’s not a chance I’m willing to take. I’m sorry, but no.”

“Fine,” Crowley growled, pulling away. “What do you want?”

“I want…” Aziraphale shut his eyes, taking a shuddering breath. “I want a shop in London, where I can surround myself with books and foods and everything I enjoy. I want my superiors to trust me, let me bring good into the world my own way, without sending me all over Creation at a moment’s notice and — and punishing me for a few miracles to make my life easier. I want us to go to plays and gardens and balls together, not for clandestine meetings but because we enjoy them. To be openly in each other’s company, without fear of reprisal. And…I’d like you to visit my shop and bring me flowers or sweets. I’d serve my very best wine and…we’d talk all night about…everything and nothing. And laugh together.” His eyes fluttered open and for the first time Aziraphale looked sure of himself. “I want what we already have. Only I want more of it.”

This time he didn’t move as Crowley reached out. Long fingers carefully adjusted the rosebud, standing it straighter in its buttonhole. “Yeah. I…I’d like that, too.”

“And you don’t want anything…physical?”

Crowley snorted. “M’not a human.” But he wondered if Aziraphale’s cheek was as soft as the rosebud’s petals. “I’d like to touch you. Your hand, your face. Your wings. Hear your voice as I fall asleep. Feel your fingers in my hair. Is that…too much?”

“No.” Aziraphale smiled gently. “That sounds perfect.”

“Maybe…” Crowley fidgeted with his glasses, shuffled his feet, but refused to step away. “If we’re careful…”

“The Arrangement is already dangerous enough. You must understand…”

Crowley closed his eyes. “I do. Nothing changes.” Except there were words now, to the feeling he had when he thought of his angel. And that changed everything. When he looked again, Aziraphale nodded, as if he felt the same.

“Right then.” Crowley circled around Aziraphale, sauntering back to the main road. “Let’s see if these crepes are worth risking the guillotine.”

“My dear fellow,” Aziraphale easily kept pace. “One bite of true Breton crepes will silence your doubts forever.”

“Breton, huh?”

“Oh, yes, far superior to any others.”

“If that’s so,” Crowley smirked, remembering Aziraphale in his cell, “s’a wonder you came to Paris. Particularly in such a…controversial outfit.”

“The city has…certain other attractions.”

Something warm and heavy wrapped across Crowley’s shoulders, invisible to his eyes, though he could feel the individual feathers tickle his neck. Aziraphale strolled beside him, hands clasped behind his back, eyes forward, as if nothing were amiss.

Carefully, trying to look natural, Crowley scratched his shoulder, brushing his knuckles down a long flight feather, softer than any mortal bird’s.

Aziraphale smiled ever so slightly and flexed his wing, holding Crowley a little more tightly. An embrace that no one could see, no one could know about, except them.

“Dunno,” Crowley said. “Still seems pretty risky.”

“Yes. But I’m an incorrigible old fool. Sometimes I can’t help myself.”

“Suppose I can understand,” Crowley said as he extended his own wing, wrapping it around Aziraphale’s waist. The angel’s composure broke as he wiggled, burying himself in invisible feathers. Crowley smiled, heat running through him, a warm spring day after a long cold winter. “After all, we’re not so different, you and I.”

[1] De Amore, Andreas Capellanus, c. 1190

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karanuit · 4 years

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LA ROGUE !

synopsis. in which choi san shaded the universe in dark red love for her, but she had no idea of his existence. muses. choi san and female reader. genre. dark angst with a hint of smiley san. trigger warning. mentions of gore and minor character death. type. yandere mafia. word count. 4,560 words. mirae's note. please take note that the depiction of the muse in this writing does not reflect upon their behavior in the real world nor do i condone the actions taken by the muse, this is all purely a work of fiction.

it was love at first sight.

when choi san saw you for the first time, dazzling smile with rosy cheeks to compliment the gleam within your warm eyes, he could have sworn that the heart he had proclaimed to be shattered had skipped rapidly to stop his breath of awe from slipping out of his lips. the finger that once rested upon the trigger had fallen loosely as his eyes remained glued to your hair that flowed with the wind once she had tossed your head back to let out a melodious laugh at whatever your companion had told you.

"san, what is your status?" the stern voice fell upon deaf ears for the entranced man had pressed himself against the windowpane to watch the sun glisten upon your natural skin, your figure accentuated by your casual attire that unintentionally teased his tainted mind. his sharp eyes darted to the person sat opposite of you, barrels of bile churning in his stomach at the sight of the unknown person gently caressing your hand.

his hand wrapped tightly around the handle of his gun, the temptation of executing the source of his sour mood too colossal of a chance to pass up until static pierced his ears. a painful hiss tumbled from the color streaked hair male as he pressed upon the device and uttered out, “what the hell was that for?”

the receiver merely chuckled, seemingly amused by his reaction before he replied, "just had to make sure you're still alive and remind you that ogling at that girl isn't worth as much as completing your mission."

a low growl echoed from the assassin, anger rearing its vile head once he remembered the reason for his original position and heard the mocking tone of his friend when he brushed upon the core of his attention at that very moment. he hadn't bothered to fully open the window as his bullet had already embedded itself within his target, the sight of their blood oozing while they lay sprawled across the dirty ground triggered a chain of screams and bystanders who sprinted away without a second look.

he found delight in their reactions, a twisted pleasure relished by the male, until he looked at you once more.

the smile on your face had slipped away, the mask of fear covering your frozen state before she was tugged away by your companion whose arm wrapped around your waist in order to hold your closer to their body. san stiffened immensely, his slender fingers ready to dispose of another body out of jealousy but the emotion washing in your eyes caused a halt in his actions. he couldn't scare you, he couldn't even bare to face the harsh reality that he was the reason for your fright.

instead, he resorted to falling back on his seat and crossed one leg atop of another, brows crinkled in thought while he caught his bottom lip between his pearly whites. he pressed a finger to his ear piece and called out, "sangie ~"

a sigh reached his ears, followed by a bored voice that carried over the rapid taps of fingers pressing along a keyboard. "you only call me that when you need something." the secluded male paused, seemingly taking a sip of a drink. "what is it now?"

"tell joong hyung that i'll be late tonight please!" he left no space for the older male to question why, the device already tossed carelessly on the table next to him. his firearm lay idly next to a knife that he couldn't help but to pick up and run his finger along the jagged edge. if he had pressed harder, blood would have stained the metal yet he wouldn't care as he found joy in pain.

san giggled, the spirit of a child looking to make an appearance through the sound before he squelched it deeply. a deep shade of rouge flashed by his eyes, the image of you imprinted in his mind like a flame prepared to lure in a moth. his mouth nearly watered at the thoughts that associated itself with you, playing him a line that had him craving a bigger mission.

he needed to have you, he was sure of that. he couldn't let himself live for another night without you under his protection and love. he'd do anything to have you, no matter what the price may be. he'd slip his way into your heart easily, he'd devote yourself to no one but him.

but first, he had competition to discard of.

the moon had appeared once more, her jet black fields covering the once azure sky.

san rested upon a roof where he was offered a clear view of his opponent, the latter unaware of the unrelenting stare that tried to mar their skin. it was not hard to find out where the male lived as yeosang had given him the home address of his darling where, to his utter disdain, your companion had left you at the door with a gentle kiss to your cheek. he poured out his anger through his clenched fists, repeatedly reminding himself to be patient before he lost his chance and sunk into a life of regrets.

elation coursed through him once he noticed that his darling lived a fair distance away from what the person that he deemed to be a troubling issue who had no right to be near a beauty such as his muse. as he watched his opponent stride across the dimly lit streets, he found the eagerness of execution too much to bear for much longer. it was alright, he assured himself as no one was around to witness the oncoming slaughter of dirty blood.

beneath the occasional blinks of the gleaming stars, he stealthily approached his prey with his ebony irises smothered by a wicked glint. his hand tightly gripped on the handle of his knife, its sharp blade resting by the curve of his hip. no sound resounded from his steps, agile movements hidden under the thuds of the other's footfalls.

the victim pivoted their foot, ready to take a new turn onto the next street until a hand encased their throat roughly and allowed their body to fall against the lean build of his captor. their feet kicked against the pavement in a futile attempt to stand on their own balance again but that only angered the taller male, his calloused hand wrapping tighter around their neck. they couldn't find their breath, the air held within the grasp of the stranger until they was held up against a brick wall.

their body trembled, the action fueling the deranged assassin who looked at him with a mix of fury and insanity. they weakly cried out for mercy, hoping to find a reason for their undeserved fate. "w-why are you d-doing th-this-?"

"you’re trying to take her from me." the victim's eyes widened as they tried harder to escape the clutches of death by claiming that they had no idea who he was talking about but they only received mocking laughter in return. "you can try lying to me as much as you want but i know you want my darling."

he took the knife in his grasp once more, waving it slowly in front of his terrified target with its edge drawing closer to his skin with each sway. a gulp lumped itself through his throat, quivering eyes flitting with the movement until it rested by the along the column of his neck. they looked into those dark eyes once more, looking to beg for mercy but choi san was not a man of forgiveness.

his taunting smile was the last sight the held to their eyes, the words of their killer ringing endlessly in his ears like a poisonous mantra.

"have fun dancing with the devil."

choi san wanted to crumble.

after washing his hands in the slain blood of his latest victim, he had discarded the body in a manner that would ensure no one would find out of what he had done. he had then laid a veil upon his deed and forged a text that would seem as though the male had left for another lover before leaving it in the hands of you, his beloved darling. though he believed it was for your benefit, it wasn't enough to brace him for the translucent tears that stained your cheeks and the high intake of wine that you poured upon your supposedly broken heart.

his lungs clenched tightly, the sight nearly enough to make him punish himself by ensuing the same fate but he couldn't be selfish. not when he knew that you were still in pain and in need of solace from the bleak stains that your so called lover's departure had left behind as a painful reminder. so, he stood by the sidelines, waiting for the perfect moment to approach his darling and sweep you off of your feet like a knight in shining armour.

even though he knew patience was key to his plans, he couldn't halt the restless bounce of his leg as he perched himself on a stool while nursing a glass of whiskey that had yet to be consumed. numerous glances were thrown at him, whispers of awe and lust filled gazes surrounded him yet he only had his eyes on you, his darling who sat only a few meters away from him in a booth while your friends scattered across the dance floor. clad in an off-the-shoulder, black dress that fell above your knees and your favourite pair of shoes adorning your feet, san couldn't help himself from straightening his back and licking his chapped lips.

she was truly an ethereal sight to behold to his eyes that he had nearly let the hungry glances of onlookers float over his head until one foolish soul decided to approach you with an aura that exuded lust. his jaw clenched at the sight, the glass in his hand nearly shattering by the iron grip he had upon it as he watched you shuffle in your seat, the look of discomfort written on your face. you gave the stranger a small smile, trying your best to polite in brushing him off but he certainly wasn't having it as he leaned in closer with a sly smirk on his face.

that was his cue, he told himself. this was the spotlight preparing itself to shine upon him once he entered to save his damsel in distress. he approached the sight with long legged strides, the sounds emitted from the speakers doing its best to drown the rise of gossips. with a professional smile on his face, he stood by the table and asked, "excuse me, is there a problem here?"

his cat-like eyes caught your shoulders sagging in relief, the muted breath that left your pursed lips sending a swell of pride in his fibers. on the other hand, the muscular male scoffed at his entrance and remarked, "it's none of your business so you can run along somewhere else."

there was a subtle shift in the assassin's expression, muscles tensing before he raised a hand to pat the persistent male on the shoulder before lifting his lips to whisper by his ear, "i can tear your limbs right ere but i won't as my darling is here. i'm only showing mercy because of her, you better get out of my sight right now before i change my mind."

he had made his warning sound as easy as saying one's name, the gory thought sending a multitude of tremors across the other party's spine. he nodded mutely, quickly scurrying away from the dangerous male before he could decide to change his mind. the exit was left unnoticed as san had already turned to his darling with a look of concern and slowly advanced, frightened that he would startle you after the scene that had just played out.

"are you alright?" his voice was laced with worry, you had to take half a minute to retrieve yourself from your shocked state before you could reply, "yes i am, thank you so much for helping me."

you sent him a smile of gratitude, the gesture breaking itself to serve as more drugs to his addiction. he played it off, a small chuckle that matched the soft lilt of his voice filled your ears and was welcomed warmly as he told you, "it's not a problem, anyone in my position would have done the same thing."

the scarlet streak haired male mentally praised himself, very proud of his "achievement” that he had almost let your question be blocked off by his celebration.

"can i get you a drink?" he shook his head and sent you a dimpled smile, the look nearly sending your heart swooning for him but you tugged yourself at the last second. your brows knitted in a frown, the feeling of uncertainty crawling upon you as you tried to think of how to repay him.

as if he was a mind reader, your savior handed in a suggestion. "why don't i keep you company instead, to make sure that the encounter doesn't repeat itself."

you were quick to bob your head up and down to show your agreement, words chasing after your nod. "that would be lovely, especially with my friends having fun on the dance floor."

he moved to the other vacant seat in the booth, arms rested upon the table before he propped his elbow up and rested his head upon the palm of his hand. he looked at you with glazed eyes, silently admiring all of your features with the struggle of restraining his movements high on his radar. you took another sip of your drink as you watched your friends tear up the floor before catching your newfound company's gaze upon you.

"did i smudge my lipstick?" you quickly moved your hand to hover over your lips, fingers darting towards your skin to wipe away the possible stain. he shook his head again and answered, "no no, i'm just wondering what a beautiful lady like you is doing at a scene like this."

the giggle that he had dreamed of hearing had finally graced his system, followed by a playful reply from you. "i bet you say that to every woman during the first meeting." he played along by remarking with the dimples of his grin visible once more. "you can ask them if you'd like but i highly doubt you will find anyone else but yourself on that list."

that had taken you aback, your lips forming a small o as you stared at him with disbelief. "you're joking! i'm really the only woman you've talked to?"

his free hand reached back to scratch the nape of his neck and reveals the small freckles that dotted across his milky skin. there was a bashful tone in his voice as he corrected you, "you're the only woman i've ever gathered up the courage to approach since i struggle to interact with the opposite gender."

You rested your hand upon your chest and replied with your bright smile nearly blinding him. "well i'm honored to be your first." they shared a laugh from their conversation, the past event erased from their minds before he spoke up, "but really though, what made you decide to visit a nightclub?"

her fingers played with each other, a habit of yours that you had picked up whenever you were sad, as you explained to him the backstory that involved your ex-lover and your friends deciding to bring your out of your shell to remove the memories that he had bestowed upon you. san listened intently, a small nod that let you know that he was listening until you had finished.

"he's an idiot." you giggled at his first reaction, your heart lightening considerably like the story had been a burden upon you that you didn't want to bare alone any longer. he brought his hand under the table, balling it into a tight fist at the mention of the male but he hid it behind sympathetic words. "i'm sorry you had to waste time on a player like that."

your shoulders shrugged, the small sigh escaping from you as you said, "well i can't change the past so all i can do now is move on and look forward to not making the same mistake in the future." he took an empty glass that had been left behind and held it up with complimentary words for you. "cheers to that."

you clinked your drink with his and took a slug of the liquid before leaving it on its place mat and taking a glance at the watch that rested on your wrist. a small mutter was covered by your breath, your teeth chewing on your bottom lip as you looked to be pondering about something. it was obvious that you had made a decision once you finished the last of your drink and took your clutch into your hands. he watched you with a slight tilt of his head and asked, "leaving so soon?"

an apologetic look was sent in his direction as you voiced out your reason. "i have bundles of work to attend to tomorrow so i have to leave now unless i'd like look like a zombie who is doing her best to nurse a hangover." you glanced at your watch again before taking out your phone and holding it out to him, asking for his number so they could hang out some other time.

he was more than happy to oblige, the number inputted in less than thirty seconds before he returned the device to you with his contact saved as ‘best boy san’ with a heart by his name. you sent a message to the number, the vibrate of his phone alerting him of your text before you gave him a wave and exited the venue.

“i hope to see you again!” you had exclaimed on your way out, your voice overpowering the booming speaker sounds and reaching his ears easily. he wanted to tell you that he was sure that you'd definitely see each other again but held back his tongue, letting a smirk play on his lips.

the pieces of his plan were falling into place.

the day had finally dawned upon the horizon.

after numerous exchanges of messages between the two of you, along with a few brief and "unexpected" encounters on his part, the male had deemed that you were finally ready to love him. there were no faults in his plan, he had made sure of that but his best friend had tweaked it without permission.

"i told you to take her with no harm, why's there a cut on her forehead?" when he had heard the knock upon his bedroom door, he was excited to be greeted by the sight of his darling in wooyoung's arms but upon further inspection, his mood had depleted by the blood that dripped from your minor wound. without a second thought, he had taken your unconscious figure from his best friend and placed you upon his bed, adjusting your head above the pillow. once satisfied, he darted across the room to grab his first aid kit and patched up the injury silently.

the younger male who stood by the side shrugged nonchalantly and simply told him, "she tried running away and ended up bumping her head on the corner of the dining table, it's not my fault she is clumsy."

he had earned a hard stare for his explanation before a sigh followed it up. "you can go now woo, i can handle this."

the seducer nodded, acknowledging his dismissal before sending a smirk his way and a light tease in the form of a short melody. "have fun but remember, we also need sleep too so try to keep it to a minimum ~!" san spluttered for a reply, his mind doing its best to repel such impure thoughts as he had wanted to keep you innocent for as long as he could. his best friend's smirk grew wider before he shut the door behind him, off to fulfil his own tasks.

a bouquet of blue daises sat upon his bedside table while he sat at the edge of his bed, gently running his fingers through your silky hair while he hummed a soft tune that he had learned from his childhood if he could recall correctly. he went along with this for an hour before you began to stir, lashes fluttering open to reveal your glazed irises as you blinked owlishly to regain focus.

"san?" your throat was parched, his name had barely slipped off your tongue before a thump resounded through your mind. you raised a hand to your forehead, shocked to feel a fabric upon it before your eyes looked around to grasp at the unfamiliar surroundings. the aforementioned male stayed silent for a moment before gently cooing, "careful there, you took quite the hit."

the last time they saw each other, he had an innocent gleam in his eyes that could send any heart toppling if it were to be combined with his charming, dimpled smile and quick wit that stood as the topping on the icing. that was the choi san that you remembered, not this supposed impostor who looked at you with a warped glaze and whose voice held the tone that an adult would use when speaking to a child. something was not right, the dread that smothered your heart was enough to tell you that.

she tried to speak again but he held up a hand, as if pausing your sentence before he offered you a glass of water. though wariness had taken control of your body, the need for liquid in your system was too overwhelming that you took the whole glass in one gulp. he nodded, seemingly happy with the outcome before you asked, "w-where am i?"

a frown implanted itself on his face once he heard you stutter, a twinge striking his chords as he came to terms that you were afraid. you were scared, because of him. this nearly tore him but he held up a gentle façade and answered, "you're in my home. well, it'll become our home sooner rather than later."

"o-our home?" you looked bewildered yet terrified at the same time, the two emotions colliding with one another to form a reaction. his smile appeared once more yet it didn't hold the same effect on you as it did before. instead, it shot off flares of panic and worry within your trembling body. "yes, seeing as how we belong to each other now."

the words were a flurry, a tsunami that sent your mind toppling over itself and into a black hole. everything you thought you knew about the male in front of you was thrown down the drain, there was no trace of who he was in front of you anymore. your mind knew this yet your heart was in denial of it, desperation brimming over the edges.

"no. this isn't real, this is a nightmare. no, it's not possible." your teary eyes roved over his face, your heart shoving you to believe that there was some silver lining yet all you found was a poisoned yarn that tied you up in the place he wanted. you shook your head and bit on your lip, coming close to drawing blood as you wailed, "i want to wake up right now!"

san tried to swoop in like he did before during their first meeting, offering soothing words and gentle pats on the hand but it was too late, you had seen too much. he tried his best, slender fingers caressing your cheeks as he whispered, "it's okay darling, i'm here for you."

"i want you to get away from me! i want nothing to do with you!"

the pieces of his heart fell past his stomach, body frozen as he processed your words. it was his turn to deny what you had said, his hands trembling as he looked at you with wide eyes and a jut in his bottom lip. he resembled a frightened, ingenuous child so closely that you almost sat up so you could comfort him but held back. you no longer trusted him, wary that it was only another façade to lure you in.

he shook his head, vehemently pressing for what he believed was the truth as he took your hands in his and asked with a quiver in his voice, "that's not true, right? you l-love me, i know you do. it's hidden deep in you, you just can't see it yet because of that scum of a lover you once had." from the mention of his deceased adversary, his head tilted slightly with his lips curling into a proud grin as he added on, "they didn't even put up much of a fight, they were obviously a weakling who can't protect you like i can."

the ice drew up your veins as realization dawned upon you like a blow to the gut. "y-you, you killed them?!" you tried to wrangle your hands out of his grip but he wasn't willing to let you off, nodding eagerly as an answer while the crazed smile rested on his face. "of course, i did it for you!"

her head drooped low, the bright eyes that once held joy and warmth were encased by the dark light. it was his fault, he was the one to blame for the sorrow that was sewed within your heart. for too long, you had grieved a lost love with the fault on your shoulders yet it was never your sin that had taken away the one you had loved. it was him and his deadly obsession with you, one that you couldn't fathom as to why it existed in the first place. they both held different perspectives but, in the end, they were both present to witness the same outcome.

his once warm hand cupped your face, slightly tilting your chin up so he could look at the only pretty face that he could bare to look at for the rest of his life. the pad of his thumb gently caressed your skin while the tone of his voice contrasted that vibe. "don't fret too much darling, you'll learn to love me one day."

she attempted to dig your nails into his palms, the twisted desire of watching him bleed would have been a small amount to avenge the innocent blood that he had shed. your plan had been foiled when he pulled his free hand away from you, seemingly aware of what you were thinking of and playfully tutted. "now that's not very nice, i know you're more kind that you're portraying."

her reply did its best to drag a slash across his impenetrable forces. "you know nothing about me. if you did, you’d know that i wish you get sent to hell so you can burn there for the rest of your life." your voice dripped with the putrid acid of hatred you held towards him as clear as his twisted love for you.

"oh darling, i'll drag you in with me so we can burn together forever." ⠀⠀⠀

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let’s just talk for a moment here.

I’m gonna say it: Lena Luthor loves Kara Danvers. loves her. and there are soooo many reasons why.

first, let’s just list the reasons off the bat, then I'll explain my reasonings.

donuts

lip bites/glances/looks

the thirst factor

food dates

meeting Alex

gala

flowers

her heroics

“I've never stood behind a man”

“I'm here for you, if you still want that”

“I miss you”

“I didn’t see your name on the by line”/ “unquit”

“I trust you”/Catco

heart emoji

ok let’s get started:

first, the doughnuts.

lena is known for eating healthy. she drinks kombucha. she gets kara to probably eat vegetables. y’know the regular. probably is on a no carb diet. we never see her eating anything bad, because she’s probably been preened all her life to be picture perfect and eat only what’s good for you. but here comes her bff, her gal pal kara danvers, traipsing in with a bag of doughnuts. this happened a couple times, actually. lena indulged in a doughnut for kara.

the lip bites, holy fuck. I'm going to tie this in with the glances too. because holy mother of god.

lena is always checking kara out, biting her lip (most likely surprising moans bc hot damn she’s in love with this woman) and the looks. the looks of. pure. unadulterated. love.

I mean you cannot tell me the look on lena’s face is anything but love? come on. even a blind man could tell.

next, lena’s thirst factor.

girl, she is always, always, (almost) always seen with a drink when around kara!

exhibit A: their first meeting, lena has to pause and get herself a damn glass of water

exhibit B: granted, yes they’re at a restaurant, but lena’s got an almost empty glass, bc hot damnvers kara is something. (lets take in account that kara’s glass is empty)

exhibit C: in the most recent episode 3.01, lena is yet again, shown pouring herself some water bc girl is thirsty af

exhibit D: oh looky here, Lena’s getting a drink. I am pretty sure Kara just makes her speechless and she needs water to talk

exhibit E: y’all see where I'm going with this, right?

their brunch/lunch/dinner/kombucha dates

lena always seems to have a food date with kara. always. I mean it’s one thing to have one on occasion but they’re known to have these? and I know damn well that kara isn’t always the one to initiate them. lena is probably the one to invite her because she’s rich and offers to feed kara’s immense appetite.

what about the first time lena was introduced to Alex properly?

this. this is the face of jealousy. she shows up unannounced at kara’s apartment (where’d she even get kara’s address?) and sees this beautiful woman in kara’s apartment and she’s jealous af, and Alex doesn’t let on anything. doesn’t, for a split second, let on that she’s kara’s sister, because I'm pretty sure she knew what Lena’s thoughts were. she knew for a flash of a second, lena was actually jealous, but ew gross, kara is her sister, and that’s when kara finally speaks up, and Lena’s face softens, and she remembers what she actually came over for...

the gala

she invites, not only kara and supergirl to the gala, but kara’s man friend, mike of the interns, because she doesn’t care. if kara’s friends with this person, she figures she can trust this person too, who tf cares if you met them five seconds ago and could’ve easily told him “It’s an elite party, and I’m inviting kara as my plus one, sorry” but no, she extends an invitation to mike of the interns...

the flowers: plumerias

these are plumerias, for anyone who hasn’t seen them before. they come in all different colors, ranging from blues, pinks, purples, melon, peach, yellow and white. they are an exotic flower, and a bit hard to come by. they have to be imported, usually from Hawaii. they have a few different meanings, but in Chinese, they symbolize love. they mean “I love you” and “you are special”

and kara’s office, just so happens to be overflown with flowers, most likely plumerias because she mentioned they remind her of her mother, and lena would totally import those flowers and fill her office as a thank you to saving her just because she loves kara. and you know damn well she knows what those flowers mean. she’s smart, we’ll touch on this fact later.

lena being a hero

she is.. its a fact. whether it’s supergirl or kara danvers’s hero, national city’s hero, or anyone’s hero, lena is a hero.

lena chooses kara and being the hero and will always choose kara and being the hero. when it came to saving jack or saving supergirl, she chose kara over her ex-lover. and we can probably assume that because a) lena is young and b) lena is a luthor, jack was probably her only real relationship. she did love him, you could tell with the emotion from the kiss and even the relaxed-ness of her date with him, they were friends. and she did miss is company, though she wouldn’t date him again. yet then it comes to kara, as supergirl, and she has to choose whether to save jack or end his life to save national city’s hero. she chooses to let jack go, therefore ultimately killing him so she can save kara. she also saves kara’s man child boyfriend from the evil daxamite guard. by shooting him with an alien gun. and she and Winn made whatever that thing was under the table at the gala and it stopped those evildoers from attacking supergirl, and the kicker, my favorite, saving the whole population of national city, not once, but fucking twice.

in s2e8 lena, after finding out her mother is the ringleader of CADMUS, and kara ultimately yells at her and accuses her of knowing what her mother did, etc, still saves national city. she undermines her mother, weasels her way onto her mother’s good side, double-crosses her and makes the medusa virus inert, therefore saving national city’s population of aliens when the only friend she had hated her for the moment. she could've easily just given in and killed all the aliens, but she didn’t. she chose to save them because she loves kara and her pro-alien bleeding heart views, even when they sometimes disagree and fight.

and then again in s2e22, lena, and with the help of Lillian, build a device to rid the planet of the daxamites invading earth. a device that sends out lead into the atmosphere. and she knows what it’ll do. she knows that it’s going to send Mon-el away, and you know she was lowkey happy about that, but she knows it'll put kara through hell, yet she let’s kara make the ultimate decision to choose whether to go on with it, and kara does. supergirl tells them to use the device. and lena yet again, saves everyone, all because she loves kara and kara is her hero.

and let’s not forget the best time lena was a hero and shot Corbin, therefore saving none other than Special Agent Alex Danvers with the DEO... hot damn, she’s my hero.

lena’s never stood behind a man

*eh hem* I'll just leave these here. two examples of lena never standing behind a man, because she’s independent and fierce, but Kara is always protecting her and she lets kara/supergirl. we know damn well lena can hold her own, she is a Luthor after all, but she lets kara take the forefront and she stands behind her with grace and poise and love and admiration.

“I'm here for you, if you still want that”

Lena knows the hell kara is going through. she knows that kara lost her man child thing of a boyfriend she liked for five days. and kara is going through hell. and yet, she’s still cautious. I think this is one of the most significant things ever and we’re going to dissect for a second here. in the second image: kara tells lena “I'm right here” letting lena know she can talk to her and she wants her to, she’s almost willing her to.

yet in the top image, lena adds the “if you still want that”. she is letting kara know a few things here. a) that she feels guilty over the lead being released in the atmosphere b) she doesn't want to use kara, because she’s not a talker herself. her walls are always built up so sturdy until kara breaks them down with her super strength and c) she doesn’t want to lose kara. she’s letting her know she’s there if kara wants her because its kara’s choice. she’s not going to force kara into being her friend just because kara is the only friend she has in national city and she will be ready to help kara any way she needs when the time comes.

“I miss you”

this also follows with the “if you still want that” because she’s telling kara that she’s being ignored, but she’s not pushing. she knows that kara is distancing herself. but she still lets kara know in a subtle way that she’s still here, she still loves her and that she truly misses her best friend. she just misses her. she misses Kara Danvers, the girl she’s falling in love with more and more as each day passes.

“I didn’t see your name on the by line”/”unquit”

now, first off, kara does anything lena suggests. Lena suggests, she become a reporter and guess who becomes one? Kara. lena tells her in such an unprofessional manner to “unquit” her job. and according to my laptop, unquit isn’t even a word, yet it came out of poised, perfect, prestined Lena Luthor’s mouth. “unquit”

so kara unquits, and lena sends a heart emoji

a red heart emoji. man, do I have some words about this. Lena, you little lesbian in love with your bestie, damn. lena could’ve easily replied back with a “okay” or “sounds great” or even a “see you tomorrow!” or if we’re going the emoji route: a smiley face, a thumbs up, or fuck idk, a yellow heart? because lena is very, very, very smart. and we all know she knows the meanings that colors represent. like how yellow means happiness, friendship, sunshine, and energy, yet miss luthor sent kara a red heart. red meaning love, passion, heat. you can't tell me she doesn’t know what they meant. she could've replied with so many different ways, yet she chooses a red heart.

and lets not forget the last points: lena buys fricken catco–– “I trust you”

lena “I bought your job for you and I have no fucking idea how to run catco” luthor bought a multimillion dollar corporation so a sexist bottle of cheap cologne couldn’t and she has literally no idea how to run the company, yet she’s enlisting and trusting her best friend and the woman she likes to run it with her. she bought kara a company. because kara asked and she

lena just dropped everything, and potentially could ruin her career for this woman, and she did it all out of love.

she even admits to not even knowing how to run the place! yet, just because kara asked, she did it. kara says “jump” and lena asks “how high”. the girl will do anything for the woman she loves.

anyway, so those are my thoughts and reasonings as to why I believe lena is in love with kara. you can agree or disagree, leave your opinions if you like, but if you’re anti-supercorp please do not leave your opinion.

*please note: gifs and pictures are NOT mine and I will not take credit for them, I simply borrowed them from the internet. also I stg if the gifs don’t load I will cry, I don't know if they actually will, let’s hope.

edit: none of the gifs loaded I hate everything... oh fucking well, you get my point and y’all probably know what each gif is a scene of anyway… fml

edit pt2: I fixed/reuploaded some of the gifs that I could find!

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #I actually tried typing this out on my phone eaerlier #twice #and it got fucking deleted #so I finally got around to saying this #katie mcgrath #kashy mcgra #melissa benoist #probably shouldn't even tag Mel bc the k*ramel shippers but oh whale

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