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Just Me And You

Summary: Bonds are strengthened and tested when Alex doesn’t approve.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Kryptonian!Reader

Genre: ⅔ angst, ⅓ fluff

Warnings: Blood, gunshot wounds, some allusion to sexual acts, nudity (at the beginning, but no smut)

Requested: YES/no

Words: 5,514

A/N: That mid-end part hurt to write… I was literally crying…

National City was beautiful as the seasons changed. Winter turned to spring, snow turned to water and the thriving plants underneath began to bloom. As soon as the rising sun fell onto your skin, you sank further into the bed and subsequently, the arms that fell over your torso.

“Hey Y/N?” That raspy morning voice always made you pay attention.

“Mm.” You hummed, acknowledging what you knew would become an odd question.

“How does it feel to burn sunlight?”

Your eyes opened properly and quickly adjusted to the bright sun on your face, turning slowly to bury your head into the redhead’s neck. You felt the hairs tickling your skin but didn’t bother to move them, simply letting her arms lace around you.

“It feels… warm. Fuzzy. I feel it in my toes first. Why do you ask?”

She sighed and her hand tickled up your bare back, the skin-to-skin contact calming her. “Call me curious.”

“Okay, George.”

She chuckled at your quip before pulling back, seeing your brilliant but tired eyes staring up at her. She lowered down and pressed her forehead against yours before she kissed your nose softly, moving back on the bed.

“No, Tasha…” You groaned as she stepped out from under the covers and shivered slightly.

“Come back to bed.”

“We have work, dorogaya (darling).” She snickered, moving to her cupboard whilst you reached for your duffle bag.

“Why can’t we just tell everyone we’re dating? It’s not that hard.” You grumbled to yourself.

“But noooo - Alex doesn’t approve of anyone I date. What does Alex know? She just got a bomb-ass wife, who is Kara’s ex’s sister, and we haven’t seen James in forever- Where is my freaking bra?!”

“Over in the corner, Y/N/N.” Natasha chuckled at your short ramble, tucking in behind you as you picked it up.

“I distinctly remember throwing it there blindly.”

You rolled your eyes as you slipped it on. “You’re lucky I’m the submissive one - you had some fun last night with my bulletproof skin.”

“I just want one mark, just one.” She begged, but you chuckled.

“Gotta juice me up with Kryptonite for that.”

You sped the rest of your clothes into your duffle bag before Natasha eyed you up and down in your suit. Like Kara’s, your cape was red and the main body of your suit was that royal blue, but instead of gold linings, you had silver.

She grinned at you as you bowed before her, offering your hand. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” She took your hand and you whisked her into your arms, kissing her softly before you shot the two of you into the air.

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As you landed in the DEO with Natasha hooked around your waist, you were glad you woke up early as practically nobody was in, not even your sisters. You sped yourself and Natasha into the locker room before you kissed her softly, tidying up her suit and zipping it up to her neck.

“Today, we are Natasha Romanoff and Warrior, co-workers within the branches of SHIELD and DEO, respectively. It’s nice to see you again, Agent Romanoff.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Warrior.” She grinned at you, caressing her thumb over your cheek before leaning in to kiss you once more.

“No no no, I don’t think so.” You teased, pulling back to see her pout.

“But… But… Please? It’s just me and you.” She whispered, loud enough for you to sigh and give in.

“One kiss, a peck.”

“On the lips.”

“On the cheek.”

“One peck, on the lips, and then nothing until tonight.” She offered and you raised an eyebrow at her.

“You, Natasha Romanoff, are gonna keep your hands to yourself until tonight?”

“Yes.” She promised, making you grin and lean towards her.

She grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in roughly, smashing your lips together for a second before pulling away and watching you stumble to catch yourself.

“You didn’t say a human peck. I thought you meant a Kryptonian one.” She mumbled to herself, which was plenty of volume for you.

*You sly little minx.* You snickered before speeding out of the locker room to grin at the sight of your sisters.

“Oh, finally!” Kara scuffled up to you and spun, moving her hair out of the way.

“Please scratch my back, Alex refuses.”

You looked at your other sister and she shook her head, making you pout at her and raise your hand to Kara’s back.

“Y/N, no…” Alex warned you but you speedily scratched Kara’s back and she sighed in relief.

“She was in a full-body cast!” You excused yourself as Kara hugged you.

“My favourite little sister.”

“I’m your only little sister.” You rolled your eyes before you saw Natasha come through the hallway with Wanda and Steve.

“...So we have to hit them tomorrow night otherwise they’ll take the shipment elsewhere in the morning.”

“Ooh, where are you going?” You grinned as you jumped in front of the trio.

“Y/N, you aren’t part of our division.” Wanda chuckled, watching you pout.

“Please?! They can handle a mission without me! And there’s literally nothing for me to do!”

“J’onn?” Steve turned to see the man shrug from the round table in the middle of the sector.

“She’s right - there’s practically nothing for her to do since Supergirl is here as well.”

A smile beamed across your lips as you looked at Wanda and Steve, avoiding Natasha for the first time ever.

“Alright - meet us back here tomorrow morning and we can strategise.” Wanda sighed, walking past you with Steve whilst Natasha stayed still.

“Oh, Y/N!”

You turned at the sound of your name to Kara and Alex. “We have game night tonight! Maybe you can bring your secret lovergirl with you.” The older Kryptonian teased, watching you blush.

“Lovergirl?” Natasha questioned, but Alex answered it for you.

“She’s got a contact in her phone - we have no idea who it is, but we’ve been begging for her to bring her around. Seems like a fun girl to add to the Three Musketeers and their partners.”

Natasha turned and scoffed at you playfully when she saw your lips open but no words came out. Instead, she walked away, knowing you were listening to her.

“Guess I’m coming to game night.”

You turned around and glared at her. ‘You don’t know where I live.’ You mouthed, but a flicked up eyebrow told you otherwise.

“Don’t I?”

You sped over to Kara and Alex after Natasha left and saw how the brunette looked at the door the Widow left.

“I don’t like you hanging around her.” She sighed.

“What?” You asked, alarmed.

“Don’t you know about her history? She was fighting against us for a long time.”

“Yeah, but she’s made up for it. What about T-800 in your ‘favourite movie of all time’? He was a villain and then became a hero.”

“She’s got you there.” Kara looked at Alex, who scoffed as you walked away.

“But- Wha- No!”

“I’m getting doughnuts!”

“Ooh, I’m coming!” Kara yelled, following you to the balcony before you shot off.

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Looking down at your phone, you watched it ping with your favourite person.

Lovergirl❤🕷 -I’m parking rn-

You looked between Kara and Alex before a knock came at the door, with the brunette opening it to Lena, Kelly, Nia and Esme, who immediately ran to you.

“Auntie Y/N!”

“Hey, you!” You grinned, catching her as she dove on top of you.

“How was school?”

“School rocks!” She smiled warmly.

“No, literally - she painted a rock today at school.” Kelly explained, making laughter spread through the apartment.

Until a knock came at the door.

Kara looked through it and her eyes widened, looking at you. “Rriv rrip wuz?! (Do you lie?!)” She hissed at you in Kryptonese, shocked.

You sped to the door, already having looked through it, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Natasha. Her hair was neatly curled, just reaching beyond her shoulders, and she wore your favourite leather jacket of hers whilst wearing an easy top and pair of jeans, a motorcycle helmet in her left hand and a bunch of flowers in the other.

“Hi.” She murmured.

“H-Hi.” You stammered, turning around to see Alex’s eyes train on you.

“Guys, this is Natasha. My…”

“Lovergirl.” She finished your sentence and Kara laughed out loud, the only one happy about the inside joke.

“It’s nice to finally meet the winner of Y/N’s affection! Well, we knew you, but not like this!” The Kryptonian hugged Natasha as she stepped in before eyeing the flowers in hand.

“No way! Plumerias!” She gasped, taking them gently and placing them in a vase.

“Yes way. Y/N told me you liked them.” Natasha grinned, hooking an arm around your waist.

“Is it okay if I…?” She held up her helmet.

“I’ll put it in my room.” You answered quickly, taking Natasha’s helmet and speedily placing it in your room.

“Thanks.” She smirked at your nerves.

“Is there anything I can help with? Dinner, maybe?”

“Uh…” Kara looked at her watch before another knock at the door came, a pizza delivery man with a large key chain at his hip lighting up your x-ray vision.

“There it is!”

Whilst she answered the door, you noticed Alex push Esme further into Kelly’s arms, even though the young child protested about sitting with you.

“Hey. You okay?” Natasha’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you hummed, nodding.

“Yeah. I-I’m fine, love.”

“You sure?” She cupped your cheeks and brushed your skin with her thumb, bringing your attention solely on her. “It’s just me and you here.” She whispered, reassuring you.

You nodded softly. “I’m okay.”

She wanted to press but this was also her first impression on your family, making nerves of her own flare up. She had worried about saying the wrong thing the entire way over - what if she brought up her own family? What about Kara, Alex? What if they didn’t like her?

“Dinner’s ready!” Kara grinned, dishing out boxes to everyone before handing yours over.

“I got a half and half.” You murmured, sitting down next to her on the couch with her half facing her.

“So, Natasha, is it?” Nia asked, the Widow nodding.

“I have to admit… It was really cool to see you fighting in New York against the Chitauri as the only woman in the team.”

Natasha chuckled softly, her raspy voice setting in for the night. “Well thank you. And yeah, it was hard to keep my cool in a room full of men.”

Laughter came from everyone but you and Alex, her eyes never leaving you whilst you didn’t lift yours from your pizza. Natasha noticed - when did she not? - and placed her knee against yours whilst she ‘adjusted’ the pizza box.

“So, I don’t know about you guys, but game night surely involves games, right?” The Widow teased, causing more laughter before Kara broke out the Monopoly box.

“I’m on Auntie Y/N’s team!” Esme exclaimed, crawling into your lap.

Esme didn’t really participate, but she found enjoyment in talking with Natasha whilst playing with your hands and the rings that decorated each finger. Soon, she fell asleep, and Kelly’s offer to take her home had the others spurring to do the same.

Soon, it was just you, Kara, Alex and Natasha, but you were nodding off as you rested on Natasha’s shoulder.

“Y/N…” Alex started, making you yawn.

“You have a mission tomorrow. I suggest you get some rest - you too, Natasha.”

You sighed and grumbled incoherently, nuzzling further into Natasha which brought out a small chuckle from Kara and silence from Alex.

“I’ll go so you can have a nice sleep, malyshka (baby girl).” Natasha picked you up and carried you into your bed, grabbing the opportunity to kiss your lips softly whilst she took her helmet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She murmured, moving a stray hair out of your face before tucking you into the blankets.

“Goodnight, my sweet.”

“G’night.” You mumbled, humming happily as she kissed your cheek and left.

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You woke up early the next day, hoping to catch a few minutes with Natasha and talk to her. You sped on your suit and stepped into the kitchen to grab some cash, but the stern older brunette stood next to the middle blonde.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna sugarcoat this - you should break up with Natasha.” Alex stated.

You gave her a short smile and chuckle. “Uh, no.”

“I’m not joking, Y/N.”

“Neither am I.” You shot back, taking a spoon of Nutella and holding it in your mouth.

“Y/N, workplace relationships are rough. Schedules are never aligned, there’s no time for you to be together. You’re just gonna drift apart.” Alex scoffed when you tilted your head at her and narrowed your eyes.

You swallowed the thick spread. “And why do you think I’m going to listen to you? You’re not my mom, or Eliza, for that matter.”

“Well then, are you a part of this family? A family that doesn’t live with child murderers, that doesn’t love people who kill for a living?!”

“Natasha was trapped! She had to fight her way out of there, she had no choice!”

“She could have done something else! She didn’t have to kill the people she did!”

“That’s in the past, Alex! My Natasha is not her, she’s changed!” You growled, your tone signalling the end of the conversation.

“People don’t change, Y/N. They put on a mask, they hide, but they don’t change.” Alex huffed as you walked towards your bedroom window, opening it.

“Natasha makes me a better Warrior. I have something to fight for, so if you want to get rid of her… then you’re getting rid of me too.”

You turned away and ignored the next few words that came out of her mouth as the wind howled in your ears, giving you a few seconds of relief before you landed on the balcony.

Great - Alex’s joust at your relationship made you on time, seeing Natasha in her suit yet unable to do anything but look like the others.

“Y/N, great! Now we can really start.” Wanda smiled warmly, watching you speed to the spot in-between her brother and herself.

“What’s up, Piet?” You smiled weakly, fist-bumping him.

You looked up at Natasha and you could tell she saw your emotions, but she didn’t address them. She couldn’t, no matter what - she was stuck, trapped.

You heard two sets of boots fall onto the balcony but you didn’t turn, hearing Kara’s plea as Alex walked to her biochemistry division upstairs. After the debrief, you inevitably came to a standstill as you stood in the training room, slumping against the wall before you felt a familiar hand fall onto your shoulder.

“Y/N…” Kara sighed, sitting in front of you.

“El fidh ehrosh daevae. El kheth rrehkh Raogrhys.” You muttered softly, tears streaming down your face, making Kara pull you into her arms.

“She’ll come around, I know it. You just gotta keep showing her this side of Natasha.”

“We both know that once Alex sets her mind on something, it’s going to take a lot to convince her. She doesn’t just... change her mind.” You sniffled, shuddering through your sobs.

“Do you want to train and get your mind off of it? Let you get your anger out?” Kara offered, pulling you off of her shoulder.

“Um… no. I should save it for the mission.” You chuckled, wiping your tears away.

You looked up at the clock and quickly jumped up. “Shit! I’m leaving in like, half an hour!”

“Y/N, language!” Kara hissed as you sped out of the room, chuckling as she saw Natasha stop and smile softly at your antics.

“Such a cutie.” The Widow’s mutter entered her ears before she moved on, making Kara smile.

*If only Alex saw these things.*

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You stood in the Quinjet with Wanda, Steve, Natasha and Pietro as ‘Team Stealth’. You and Pietro would team up to beat everyone down, Wanda and Steve would extract information whilst Natasha would stay back as pilot. It was a toss-up between Steve and herself, but with you on the team, she wanted to be in charge of getting you home quickly.

She’d never admit why to her team.

“Let’s get it!” Pietro grinned, taking your hand and kissing the back of it before he sped out.

“Get back here, idiot.” You sped after him, your detachable cape laying on the back of your chair whilst you held an extendable staff in your pocket, a gift from your parents before their deaths.

You found Pietro taking down some agents, quickly punching their lights out before he sped you and himself into the shadows.

“I’ve got three. How many do you have…? Oh, right - none.”

“So far.” You jeered, speeding away.

You came to a group of five and worked quickly without your speed, smacking some back with your staff whilst others were stabbed with the sharp ends. You followed the path of most resistance to find a locked room, only to have Pietro speed in next to you.

“Count?”

“28.” You answered, looking at the handle.

“Damn, 22.” He mumbled, watching you tuck your staff into your pocket whilst you gripped the handle of the safe-like door.

With a groan, the handle turned and it opened to reveal a large, empty warehouse. You both stepped inside and looked around, but your specialised vision allowed you to see what Pietro could not.

“Pietro, get down!” You sped in front of him and blocked the bullets with your body, keeping him shielded as the magazine ran out.

You looked down at him and saw no internal bleeding, sighing relief before you stood. You narrowed your eyes to use your x-ray vision but a bright light came back at you, blinding you momentarily.

“Y/N?” Pietro asked.

“Yeah, I’m good, just give me a second.” You blinked widely for a few seconds before you sped to the door…

Or what you thought was a door.

The lead-lined glass shattered to reveal two guns lit up with a green hue, making you hiss and take a few steps back before your legs failed you.

“Kryptonian DNA detected.” A robotic voice echoed out and the guns aimed at you.

“Y/N!” Pietro ran for you and snatched you up, taking you outside but there was no sun to help you.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded slowly as you climbed into the jet, sighing in relief as the cold metal eased your pain-filled skin. “Just need to catch my breath.”

“Okay, yeah. Let’s catch our breath.” Pietro offered his hand and you placed yours in his, feeling his lungs inflate and deflate as he breathed.

“In… and out.” He smiled, sitting next to you before he grabbed your cape.

“Are you a bit cold?”

“Y-Yeah. Just need some solar lamps when we get back.” You stammered.

“Y/N?” Natasha knelt in front of you, smiling warmly when you looked at her.

“Pietro, go help Wanda and Steve.” She ordered, the speedster leaving quickly as explosions went off in the distance.

“Hi, dorogaya (darling). You want me to hold you?”

“Just… Just need to catch my breath.” You murmured, smiling softly at her.

“Okay. Can I hold your hand?” She asked, not getting a response as you instantly placed yours in her hand.

You nuzzled further into your cape which caused Natasha to chuckle. “Are you still cold, detka (baby)?”

You nodded and she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as she waited for the others. “Better?” She asked, a single nod coming from you.

“Just…” You adjusted, sighing when you heard her heartbeat.

She pressed a light kiss to your forehead before she felt something wet on your cape. She would’ve guessed melting snow, but it hadn’t gone outside…

“Y/N, what’s your cape made of?”

“Oh… Just my blanket from home. I dyed it red because it was originally white.” You explained, her head nodding against yours.

“Can the dye leak?”

“I don’t think so. You might have to ask Wands.”

As if you summoned her, the witch landed expertly with her magic outside before coming in, Steve and Pietro jogging behind her.

“Hey, Wands? Does dye leak?” You asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she shook her head.

“Not after a few years. Why?”

“Y/N’s cape feels wet… and a bit… sticky.” Natasha’s words slowed down before she ripped the cape off of you.

She placed her hand relatively on the same spot as the cape and pulled her hand away, seeing red blotches along her fingers.

“Steve, get the jet in the air.” Wanda ordered the super soldier as he raced to get into the cockpit and start the engine.

You looked up at Natasha and saw an emotion you hadn’t seen before on her face. Her eyebrows scrunched slightly whilst her eyes were wide open, revealing those lovely little emeralds you could stare at all day. Her jaw was tight and you wanted to loosen it with a small kiss, but your body wouldn’t listen to you.

“You okay?” You asked hazily, her eyes darting between yours.

She looked at Pietro. *Get me the first aid kit.* She spoke into their private connection, your mind too cloudy to hear it.

“What happened?” You muttered softly, nuzzling into her hand as it rested against your temple.

“Nothing, darling. You’re okay, you’re okay.” She sniffled, smiling at you before she felt Pietro place the kit by her legs.

“Yeah. Just have… to catch… my breath.” You murmured between breaths, watching her nod.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m here, I’m right here, I’m not leaving you, okay? We’re gonna do some breathing together, okay?”

You nodded and moved to look at your abdomen but you felt her fingers take your chin like normal, her head shaking slightly. “Don’t look there, look at me.”

“Okay.” You answered.

“We’re okay. It’s just me and you.” She murmured, kissing your cheek softly as she unravelled a bandage.

“Who’s here, malen’kaya (little girl)?”

“It’s just… me and you.” You echoed, smiling whilst not noticing how Natasha was slowly stitching you up.

“Yeah. Just me and you.” She kissed you softly, alarming her teammates but her arms worked around your waist.

“Okay, baby, breathe in…” She did it and watched you do it shakily, a sob threatening her lungs.

“And out…” She sighed and watched you do it, wiping away the blood from your lips.

“Ah, Tasha…” You winced, looking down at your abdomen to see the white bandage being rolled around your torso to cover your stitches.

“Hey. I said don’t look there.” Her voice held a soft but stern tone, bringing your attention back to her.

“ ‘M sorry.”

“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, baby girl. Tasha’s here, okay? I’m not gonna leave your side, baby girl.”

Finally, she tied the bandage semi-tightly and placed a hand on your cheek to stop you from looking down, brushing your skin softly like she always did.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened and she chuckled. “I do. I really do. I love you, Y/N Zor-El.”

“I… I lo…” You trailed off, feeling your eyes get heavy.

“Hey, hey, hey. Stay here with me, my love.” She murmured, lightly pinching your cheek and she swore to herself that it would be the only time she’d choose to hurt you.

“Tasha… I love you too…” You squeezed the words out of your constricted throat, feeling a thick, slimy liquid bubble in it.

“Steve, distance check?” Natasha asked softly, not taking her eyes off of you.

“Landing now.” He replied.

“You hear that, baby? We’re back home.” She smiled tearily, kissing your forehead.

“You wanna come sleep at mine tonight?”

“Yeah… Yeah, p’ease…” You muttered, feeling your mind haze over.

“Okay. We’ll watch some Transformers too. I know you love those as much as Alex and Kara like T2 and Wizard of Oz. Which one do you want to watch, baby?” She asked, keeping your mind off of the way that Wanda’s magic carried you quickly through the halls.

“Mmm… Bumblebee.”

“Yeah? You wanna watch Bumblebee? You like it when he talks with the radio?” She smiled, helping attach the oxygen mask onto your face.

“Yeah…” You smiled giddily.

“Alright, beautiful, we’ll watch it when you wake up.” She kissed your temple softly, watching your eyes close before she stepped out of the room and finally let go of the sob in her throat.

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Natasha stood idly outside of your infirmary room, still in her suit whilst the blood on your cape hadn’t been washed off - she didn’t want to lose the scent of you in it.

“Agent Romanoff, why aren’t you at your station-”

Alex cut herself off as she saw you lying in the infirmary bed, dead still as surgeons worked on you. All the colour drained from her face and her right hand moved to press on her belt, your other sister landing behind her.

“What’s the emergency-” She too was cut off by her own voice, fear consuming her eyes as she saw a green-capped bullet held between the forceps of a surgeon.

Kara turned to see Natasha standing there, your cape bundled in her hands whilst her eyes were reddened with tears, a few escaping her carefully-put-together shell.

“Please, please, please, please…” She heard the Widow repeat over and over, just waiting.

“Natasha…” The Kryptonian moved to place a hand on her shoulder, only to pull it off as Natasha jumped.

“Oh. Hi, Kara.” She murmured, not taking her eyes off of you.

“Do you want to tell us what happened to our little sister?”

As Natasha was about to speak, Alex stepped in. “Why weren’t we informed?! Where’s the mission report, where’s the data you were supposed to steal?!”

“Alex, stop! Enough!” Kara stepped between the two and glared at her sister.

“Pietro was with her. They’re probably writing up their reports. I was the pilot.” Natasha murmured again, still focused on you.

“Go, Alex.” Kara spoke sternly, not moving until she left.

“What happened, Natasha?” She asked softly, standing next to her as she looked to see another bullet being removed but from higher up on your abdomen.

“I don’t know. When she left the jet, she was fine. She was happily chasing after Pietro and on comms, they were counting their take-downs. But then they went silent for a few minutes and Pietro brought her to the jet with green veins. I thought she’d just been exposed to it, and that she needed some solar on her when we got back, but then…” She trailed off, another lump forming in her throat.

“Then she got cold. She never gets cold, she’s my personal heater. I pulled her cape onto her but it soon felt wet, which didn’t make sense because-”

“Y/N doesn’t wear her cape when she’s on a stealth mission.” Kara finished her sentence.

“Yeah. So, when I pulled it off of her, I immediately got to work. It’s shitty, I know, but I was trying to keep her distracted. I told her we could watch Transformers when we got home, and that she was okay, she just needed to catch her breath. It was just us, me and her, together…” Natasha let a sob loose.

“She’s strong. She’s stronger than me.” Kara tried to reassure her.

“I didn’t protect her. I could have gone and protected her but I didn’t.” The Widow continued, her legs wobbly as she saw the third and final bullet leave your stomach.

“Natasha, you can’t let this guilt eat you from the inside out.”

She didn’t hear Kara and instead walked straight into the room, pushing some solar lamps on either side of you, on top of you and switching the lamp on beneath your bed. She cleaned up the blood on the side of your face and took your hand softly, another pair of boots coming in.

“Alex, if you’re gonna yell at me-”

“You really love her, don’t you?” The agent cut her off, the first one ever to do so.

“Agent Romanoff, yes or no?”

“Yes.” She answered quickly, sure of it.

“Good.” Alex nodded, looking at your still form.

“She’s new to love. Break her heart and I will break you until you die a slow and painful death.”

Natasha nodded. “Of course. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Alex sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry for judging you on your past.”

“Thank you.” Natasha murmured, holding your hand as she looked down at you, smiling softly as she kissed your palm.

“I love you.”

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You woke two days later, something that had concerned everyone but mostly Natasha and your sisters. Every time someone would try to enter, Natasha would whip out her gun and aim it at the door, only to slow down and see it was your family or a friend.

As you woke slowly, you felt the weight of Natasha’s head on your shoulder, making you turn and admire her sleeping form. You looked down and saw her hand laced in yours, giving it a small squeeze to wake her sharply.

“Hey, hey, hey.” You calmed her, taking the gun from her and crunching it into bits.

“That was my favourite gun.” She whined, making you chuckle.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

She looked at your abdomen before looking up at you, her hands moving to trace the spots where you were shot. She’s sewn them originally, and she didn’t think she’d forget it.

“Look at me.” You murmured, her head turning to you and revealing the tear stains tracking down her cheeks.

“It’s just me and you, my love. Talk to me.”

You watched her face contort before she kissed you, holding you by the base of your jaw as her eyebrows furrowed with the intensity of the kiss. You placed your hands on top of hers and brushed the skin of her wrists, smiling softly as she pulled away.

“If you ever do that again, I will kill you myself.” She whispered, making you chuckle again.

“My love, you are too funny. Come here.”

You opened your cocoon of warmth underneath your blanket and she sighed in relief after being cold for the days you slept. She had of course showered, knowing you’d want her to, but for now she just wanted your warmth and not some silly hot water.

She leaned back against your chest and you kissed her temple, sighing into the comforting familiarity until your silent peace was disturbed.

“Auntie Y/N!”

You let out a soft ‘ooft’ as Esme tackled you and Natasha, making the newcomers laugh as they found chairs to sit in.

“Hiya, little Esme.” You grinned, watching her confusion at the sight of Natasha.

“Are you two together or somefing? ‘Cause you seem to be around each other. Like a lot.”

Esme’s blunt truth made more chuckles come, but you eyed the newbie sitting in the main seat of Kara’s chair, the Kryptonian herself sitting on the arm of it.

“Hi, Lena.” You smirked.

“Hi, Y/N.” The Luthor grinned at you, but you eyed the translucent packets on the ground.

“Is that… Takeaway?”

Kara grinned and threw you a bag, your reflexes being tested. “Potstickers for everyone!”

You threw your head back as you laughed, opening the packet with three boxes of potstickers and two sets of chopsticks. “Did you use your Supergirl charm to get these?”

“Y/N, you do realise they know Kara’s normal order?” Alex jeered, making all of you laugh.

“Would you like a potsticker, Esme?” You offered her one but she scrambled off of the bed and towards her moms, leaving you with your other little one.

“Did you eat whilst I was dead?”

Natasha slapped your thigh. “Too soon, malen’kaya. But yes, I did eat.”

“More potstickers for me.” You teased until she stole the one between your chopsticks.

“Rude!”

“Wha’?” Natasha asked innocently with her mouth full, making you roll your eyes.

“Alright, lovebirds, there’s a child around.” Kelly snickered, helping Esme use chopsticks whilst laughter echoed in the room.

Natasha looked up at you and leaned in to whisper by your ear. “Are you still weak?”

“A little, why?” You answered.

“Just…”

You felt her lips against your neck for a brief moment until they detached, a proud smirk on her face. You looked up and saw everyone blushing except for Lena and Alex, the two smirking.

“Nice hickey, Y/N. Don’t see those often on a Kryptonian.”

“Well, she’s still a bit weak.” Natasha grinned at Alex.

“How much longer will she be like this?”

“I’d say until tomorrow.” The brunette grinned back.

The Widow tilted back against your chest again, nipping your ear lobe before she whispered. “We have a lot to make up for tonight then.”

#smalls-words #natasharomanoff #natasharomanoffimagine #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasharomanoff fluff #natasharomanoff angst

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idabbleincrazy · 5 months

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Never a Wish Better Than This Ch. 3

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Fandom: Smallville

Rating: M (E overall)

Pairing: Clex

Word Count: 3021

Warnings: brief angst, kissing, pre-smut

Summary: confessions are made

A/N: still no smut, but we're getting there!

Clark's POV:

I make it to the castle in record time, even for me, but once I reach the gate, I pause. How much does he already know? How much came back from those lost seven weeks? The gate is closed, but he is expecting me; or at least hoping for my arrival. If I make my way to the room without buzzing the gate, Lex will have questions, and I don't want to ruin this with another lie, but I don't know if I can tell him the truth.

Screw it. I need to take the leap, and trust he won't let me fall. I want anything and everything he has to offer, even if it's just friendship. Even if it's a trap.

I leap over the tall gate and speed up the drive. Before I open the door, I scan the mansion. Lex is in his office, his head just visible over the top of his chair, a glass of scotch on the desk. His heartbeat has slowed since he left the farm, but not by much. There's no sign of any staff around the mansion, not even the ones who live on the grounds. Another animal thrill thrums through me, a warning against potential danger, but I ignore it as I test the doorknob. It gives under human-level torque, unlocked. I close the door quietly and speed through the sprawling estate up to the third floor. As I walk towards the door in the middle of the hallway, I scan Lex's office again. Still there, but standing now, glass empty in his hand.

Slotting the key into the lock and turning it is easy. Making that final move, not so much. I stand in front of the door, my hand on the knob, and force myself to turn it before giving into the temptation to peek through the solid oak, turning on the light.

Oh.

Okay. I'm not quite sure what I expected to find here, cages and medical tables and big hunks of Kryptonite, maybe, but definitely not this. Not a room twice the size as it was before, with expensive bedroom furniture and techy gadgets perfectly placed around the large space, and the walls decorated sparingly with movie and band posters. All of which I've expressed interest in at one point or another. Gone is the weird mobile of compressed bullets that failed to penetrate my skin, the cube sculpture of the Porsche, the dozens of pictures of me as I wound up in the middle of every freaky thing that happened in this town. I step in, leaving the door open behind me, too confused by the sight in front of me to keep track of Lex's whereabouts.

Lex's POV:

I can't believe I actually had the nerve to go through with it. Maybe all my father's training was good for something after all. Nervous energy still rushes through me, muscles tensed for a fight I hope never comes. I'll either lose him forever after tonight, or gain the one thing I thought I'd never deserve.

I know the moment he steps onto the grounds. The motion detectors set around the perimeter of the estate signal his arrival. I don't know when, exactly, he makes it into the house, or when he gets to the room, so I take my time, giving him time. To adjust, to change his mind. To freak out and storm into my office and demand answers.

I give myself five minutes. Steeling my nerves for this make or break moment. I've taken my leap, and I haven't splattered yet, but maybe I'm just still falling. Either way, there's no return from this. He hasn't stormed in yet, and he hasn't left. I can't stall forever.

Clark's POV:

I'm so caught up in inspecting the room and trying to make sense of it all, that I don't realize Lex is behind me until his hand is on my shoulder. His face, for a second, is more open than I've seen it since those first few moments on the riverbank. And then it's closed again, neutral, all sign of emotion smoothed away. My chest clenches and I realize I'd do anything to break down the wall he's put back up, crumble it to dust and make it so it could never be rebuilt. I don't want him anything but open with me. I don't want to have to keep my own walls up around him. Not anymore. I know, now, I'm not just attracted to him, I don't just want him; I love him. Oh, God. I'm in love with Lex Luthor, my best friend, the man who could so easily become my worst enemy.

"Lex…what is this?"

I expect banter, teasing, sarcasm. I don't expect a hand in mine, guiding me to the pair of chairs by the desk set up against one of the windows. He doesn't let go of my hand as we sit, facing each other, his crystal blue gaze searching.

"It's all gone now, Clark. All of it. Burnt to ash and melted down to useless clumps of steel and plastic. What I couldn't destroy completely is buried where it'll never be found." His gaze breaks, his eyes dropping to our joined hands. "I don't remember everything that happened from those weeks I lost, but I remember enough. And I'm done digging for more of your truths. What I have is more than I deserve. This room is your gift, Clark. This, and a room just like it in Metropolis. The key works for both."

Lex releases my hand and gets up to leave. After a revelation that confuses as much as it enlightens. My hand on his arm stops him.

"Why?"

"I just want to protect you, Clark." He won't meet my eyes as I stand up with him, his head dropping to look intensely at his shoes. "It's what I've always wanted, even though I keep fucking it up. Last week - your amnesia - I scared even myself with how badly I was tempted to use that to my advantage, make you tell me everything. I know you've got secrets that my father thinks are worth killing for; I think they're also worth dying for. This room…it can be your safe place, Clark. If you just need time away from your parents, away from the world, it's here. Or the one in Metropolis. This way, I can know that you're still protected, even if I can't be here to help you through whatever it is."

"So, if I felt…not quite myself…instead of commandeering your Ferrari or running away for three months to Metropolis and having to bend some rules to keep myself housed, I could come here." Lex nods his head, his face showing his uncertainty. "And, do what, exactly?"

"Whatever you want, Clark. Whatever you need. If I'm here, and you want to talk about whatever is overwhelming you, you can. You used to talk to me all the time about your life, Clark, you used to seek out my advice. I miss that. Or, if you can't talk about it, just tell me; either way, this place is here for you."

I can't really decide whether I want to blurt out the truth of what I am, or how I feel, or just speed away, back to the farm, back to where my life is reaching yet another turning point that makes the future waver so uncertainly. I'm no longer looking at Lex, but I can feel his eyes on me, and when I look back, that openness is there again.

"I'm not normal, Lex."

"I know, Clark. Neither am I. It's overrated, anyway."

"No, Lex. It's not the same." I take his hand now, and lead him, over to the bed, needing the comfort of something less sturdy than the office chairs. "I'm not one of the meteor infected. I'm…"

"Not human. I know. I remember what happened at Belle Reve. How you tried to save me, how Ian somehow used the meteor rocks to overpower you. You tore that cage off me like it was nothing. I remember the fear I felt when Ian dragged you away, when I couldn't save you; I haven't felt that scared since I was a child." Lex reaches out, his hand cupping my face, and I don't even realize the tear on my cheek until his thumb brushes it away. "You have something to do with the meteor shower all those years ago, don't you?"

"Yes. Lex, I…I'm-"

"It's okay, Clark. You don't have to tell me. It doesn't matter to me what you are, I know who you are. That's…that's who I fell in love with."

His heartbeat is loud in the silence that follows my gasp, and God, I want the last ten seconds recorded, just so I can hear it over and over again. I wasn't wrong! Those lingering looks, those flirty smirks and double entendres, I wasn't imagining it all. He loves me.

"I'm an alien, Lex." And there it is, half of my secret, finally out in the open. He takes it in impressive stride, his eyes only widening ever so slightly in the face of the truth. "My birth parents sent me here to save me…the meteor shower is the result of the destruction of my planet. And, I love you, too, Lex."

In true impulsive-Lexian fashion, that's what brings him into action. Fast enough to make me think he's suddenly gained some super-speed of his own, his lips are on mine. Kissing Lex Luthor, in reality, is so much more than anything my imagination had been capable of.

Lex's POV:

God, his lips are impossibly soft beneath mine, so warm, and everything my subconscious remembered from that first day I knew him. And so much more. Four years of waiting, of yearning, and I am not let down by the reality of it.

Clark Kent loves me. He's an alien, the last of his kind, and he loves me. Maybe I never made it off that island. Maybe I'm still there, and this moment, and the last year and a half, has all just been a fantasy concocted by dying synapses as those last few neurons fire and fizzle, my body lying in the sand, succumbing to malaria at last.

Oh, but it feels so real, his lips against mine, his hands running up my arms to grip firmly around my biceps. More real than Louis Leery ever felt, even as we were fighting to the death.

And then my brain kicks back on. The firm grip of his hands suddenly feels more like he's pushing me away, not pulling me close. And, Christ, how could I be so stupid and reckless? I break the kiss before he has the chance to, let my hand drop from his face, turn away to hide the heat I feel burning my cheeks.

"Shit. Sorry. I shouldn't…you probably didn't mean it the same way I did." And now I'm babbling. I never babble. Luthors don't babble, damn it, but I can't make myself shut up, don't want to give him the silence needed for him to curse me in disgust and run away. "I'm sorry, Clark. You love Lana that way…you meant…like a brother, not…"

My rambling is stifled by his lips on mine again, his tongue tracing over my top lip, over the only scar that's never faded away, before licking its way inside. He pulls me against him as I let out a soft moan. I don't even realize I'm straddling him, my hands pushing into his thick, dark hair, until he breaks the kiss, both of us breathless and panting.

"So…not as straight as I feared you were, then?"

And there's that too-fucking-cute blush again.

"Not so much, no."

I hate to ask it, but I have to; never let it be said that we Luthors aren't as masochistic as we are sadistic.

"What about Lana?"

"I don't love her that way, not anymore. Not for a long time now, if I'm being honest with myself."

"When…?"

Clark's POV:

Lex watches me curiously as I hesitate, my brain trying to catch up with everything that's happened in the last few minutes. It's surprising that he's as calm as he is, temporary misunderstanding aside, considering I've just told him my secret. Maybe it hasn't really sunk in yet? Or, maybe, he's suspected I was more than just meteor infected even before the memories came back and I merely confirmed it as fact. It's hard to wonder about it all just now, with his slim, hard body in my lap, close enough to feel that he's as hard as I am, his blue eyes darkening even as he stares at me, waiting.

"It happened in increments, really, since that day on the bridge. Which, by the way…you did hit me."

"Uh-huh." Is Lex such a wordsmith with all his lovers? It's kinda endearing, actually, that the usual sharp, collected Luthor demeanor seems to go right out the window after a few - wonderful, mind-blowing - kisses. "God, Clark…all this time?"

"It took some time to understand what I was feeling, to accept it, but yeah…I've wanted you, on at least some level, for the past four years. I didn't really get that it was a sexual want, at first, not until Desiree."

Lex seems to snap out of his little mental fog at that, a sly smirk slowly twisting his lips.

"So, you were jealous. I just thought she had you under her spell, too."

"I've been jealous of them all, Lex. Even Victoria. They took your attention away from me, your time. But when I saw you with Desiree…I mean, she even had the same eyes as me! It confused me. It made me feel things…made me realize how much I wanted you to look at me with that much passion."

"I do, Clark. You're just always looking the other way when I do it. That's the only time I allowed it."

"I'm not looking away now." And, God, the smirk is gone, and he's giving me that look. The look I've dreamt of so many times. "Yeah, that look. Jesus, Lex, I've wanted you for so long."

"I've wanted you too, Clark. Since you saved me. God, I wanted to take you, there and then. But, then I found out you were young, so fucking young. I hated myself for what I felt, but I couldn't make the need go away. So settled for your friendship, Clark, but it became an obsession. This room…I felt like it was the only way I could have some part of you that no one else did. And it almost ruined us…I'm so sorry, Clark."

That look has simmered away, his eyes turning pained again. I can't let that keep hovering between us.

"Lex, stop. I understand, and I accept your apology for it all. Look at what you've given me." I gesture around the room, and then at him, hoping he'll get where I'm leading him. "You did this, without knowing how I feel about you, just because you love me, and didn't want to lose me. How can I not get that?"

Thank God, the pain is leaving his gaze now, and his hands resume their tentative play in my hair. I want to take this further, but feel we should at least try to clear the air about the past some more.

"Aren't you at all startled by what I am? I mean, most people don't find out their best friend's an alien and immediately start sucking face with them."

His laugh is loud in the spacious room, and more real than I've heard from him in a long time. I can't help but chuckle in response, 'cause honestly, it is a bizarre occurrence, even for Smallville. Like, tabloid bizarre.

"I'm sitting in the lap of the young man I love, who loves me, after four years of fantasies, Clark. Unless there's some anatomical aberration I need to be aware of?" I shake my head, horrified. What does he think, that I have, like, tentacles, or something? " Then, I think the 'my best friend's an alien' talk can wait till tomorrow; and hopefully will be more of the 'my boyfriend's an alien' variety."

I can't help the gasp that escapes my lips.

"Boyfriend?"

"Four years, Clark. You don't think constantly about someone for four years to leave it as just a one-night stand."

"Y'know, you could've had me two years ago, this is Kansas. Age of consent is sixteen."

"Not sure that would've mattered to Jonathan's shotgun. Besides, you've always seemed so intent on getting with Lana…"

"Only because I thought I couldn't have you. And then there was Helen, and…everything, and it just seemed easier to just keep things how they were."

"So, I guess we've got two years to make up for then."

And, oh Christ, his lips are on mine again, so sure and knowledgeable, reawakening the erection that had begun to recede during our talking. God, I hope Kryptonian men don't get blue balls.

"Fuck, Clark," Lex's voice is a husky whisper against my lips, sending a thrill of pleasure down my spine as his tongue flicks briefly into my mouth. "Want you. So much."

Succinct-Lex is back, and I have to let out a moan at the power I feel at being able to reduce someone like him, someone always so in control of himself, to this. And those lips, when they slide over mine again…nothing compared. No fantasy could have captured the way Lex tastes, that slight tang from the scotch he'd had earlier, that wet warmth as his tongue slid over mine, teasing it into a dance I never wanted to end. I've never been kissed like this, even during that lost summer. Like he can never get enough, like it's the only thing keeping him from dying again. Maybe the love makes it different, maybe it's just Lex, but no one will ever be able to kiss me, and make me feel like this.

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#clex fic #lime #smallville fic

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thelongestway · 6 months

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Alright. I've been procrastinating, so let me get this out of my head and go finish the TINY details on a thing I wanted to send YESTERDAY (and by TINY I mean it will take me like 30 mins to finish if I can just focus, but wrapping up a thing??? My Kryptonite). PMMM Magia is Bloodweave coded.

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Especially in the excellent English translation and cover - video linked above, lyrics here and below the cut.

Magia (Madoka Magica) ENDING

English Lyrics: AmaLee (LeeandLie

One day the light of love

Though it may seem far away

Will shine again in your eyes

(Transcend and rise above)

But there's only one dream

And it’s been ripped at the seam

This world will end in ruin

(And I'll lose all I love)

Stifle all your doubt

Let your lust cry out

I will help you swallow your hesitation

So trust me

Cause you yearn with greed

Though your heart may bleed

Will we fade away from this world

With no hope to hold onto?

I remember you from a dream I thought was truth

You bright with magic and I blinded by my youth

All is wish is for your hand to hold, you see

Only your smile kills the dark in me

With these hands I try to hold what I cannot seize

I’m like a rose thrown into violent breeze

All my strength’s blown away

With my heart, I will stay

Praying for light

Guiding my wish with all my might

One day it will come true

That wish you have inside you

To save the one that you love

(Is that a selfish act?)

It will capture your heart,

This love born under the stars

You'll say words you've never heard

(Just how would you react?)

If I can go on and not lose my way

I will sacrifice all my heart and let it fray to pieces

What I really need is a spell to cast

To stand up against all the pain

And fear that will always last

You are still lost in a dream, like a memory

I’m not the same, it would seem, I’m still wide awake

Until we open our eyes at the same time

I will keep marching on, into your light

With these hands I've picked a rose

And have stopped its life

Only now I understand, it’s not what’s right

Deep inside I'm alive - for my love I'll survive

I won't regret making this sinful wish of mine

The stories that I heard as a child

Kept me dreaming

Where magic run free,

And stars held captive remain always gleaming

The fairy tales I loved have taught me (have taught me)

No matter what hurdles there may be

Your wish comes true

(Was I a fool to trust in those lies?)

In the night wild with fright, the old magic stirs

Blooming with grace,

It will rise up to meet your face

"With your hands you can change this whole world of yours.

Everything that you wish for is in your grasp"

All I want is to forever dream with you

To live a life where all of me is alive

Deep inside I will give all my love just to live

I won't regret making this sin

#bloodweave #bg3 #Youtube

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chaotic-super · 2 years

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To Grow Old With You

Supercorptober day 2 - Swift

“Ok, what’s wrong?”

Lena faces Kara on the couch, wondering what’s gotten the other woman so our of sorts that she’s sitting with her knees up to her chest and wrapped up in her favourite fluffy blanket.

It’s not a huge surprise when Kara shrugs her shoulders, brushing the questions off. “I mean it Kara, I can tell that something is wrong.”

With a sigh, Kara pushes her legs off the couch so she can scoot towards Lena. “It’s nothing bad, I promise, I’ve just been thinking.”

“About what exactly? It’s not often crinkle makes an appearance these days.” Lena takes Kara’s hand in both of her own, bringing it up to her lips to plant a kiss on the back of it before kissing the wedding band on her finger and the bracelet on her wrist.

Kara appears to debate with herself for a few seconds, unsure of herself. “I don’t want you to freak out.”

“That’s a terrible way to start off.” Lena deadpans.

Kara has the decency to at least look a little guilty for that but still continues on, trying to find the right words. “I was listening to Taylor Swift songs earlier and one of the songs got me thinking quite a bit.”

Lena doesn’t look like she really understands but she’s still going to support Kara, through whatever the hell this is. “Which song?”

“I Don’t Wanna Live Forever.”

Lena’s heart sinks. She knows why that song would affect Kara so much. One thing that has always been a major factor in their life choices has been Kara’s prolonged life expectancy. While under a yellow sun, she’ll age much slower than a hum and could possibly live over a hundred years longer than a human because of the yellow sun radiation.

“Kara – “

“The lyrics had me thinking – well thinking more than I already was, and they were saying exactly what I needed to hear. ‘I don’t wanna live forever, ‘cause I know I’ll be living in vain’. I would be, I don’t want to outlive you or Alex or our friends, and I definitely don’t want to outlive our daughter.”

Lena takes a second, trying to find the right words. She can’t possibly imagine what Kara’s going through, she knows that the chances are in her favour, she won’t outlive Lori, their one year old daughter, and she can’t imagine what pain it would cause to not have that.

“I guess it’s always been on the back of my mind, what I should do. I want to grow old with you and live our lives out together, I don’t want to live for hundreds of years, miserable because everyone I love is dead, I don’t think I could take that.” Kara continues, her voices straining as she tries not to cry.

Lena pulls her into her, tucking Kara’s head beneath her chin. “I’m so sorry, darling. I wish I could make this better for you.”

Kara leans back wiping away the stray tears that had fallen down her cheeks and dripped onto Lena’s collarbone. “I think there is something you can do but I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

Lena scrunches her eyebrows together, confused. “How’s that then?”

Rather than explaining, Kara stands so she can pace in from to f the couch, spurting out a long ramble. "Well, I've already been pulling back from my Supergirl duties since Lori was born and it could be a slow progression, it doesn’t have to be right now. The city is safer than it ever has been with the team constantly expanding. It’s the right time to start.”

“Kara, Kara. Slow down. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lena stands, stopping Kara’s pacing with her hands on her shoulders, the close proximity forcing Kara to look into her wife’s eyes.

“Would it make me a terrible person if I gave up being Supergirl?”

Now Lena is even more worried. “Baby, you love being Supergirl.”

“Not as much as I love my family.”

Lena lets out a deep breath as she thinks, “that wouldn’t change the fact that you age slower than the rest of us.”

“That’s what I’d need your help with. There’s a kind of kryptonite, gold kryptonite, that can block me from processing yellow sun radiation the way I do, it would essentially make me human, and I would age normally.”

Lena sinks back on the couch, her hand coming up so she can nervously bite her cuticles, a sure sign that she’s stressed.

“We don’t have to make a decision now, we have time, a few years in fact if we need to but this is something that I think I need to do, for our family and for myself.” Kara perches on the edge of the couch next to Lena, a little afraid of her reaction since she hadn’t said anything yet.”

They sit in silence for a bit longer, Lena not uttering a word and Kara not knowing what to say or do.

Finally, after a very long few minutes, Lena’s brain catches up with her. “You’d be vulnerable.”

“Just as vulnerable as any other person on this planet and I’d get to live a normal life with my family. We don’t have to make a decision now, but I think it’s a topic that needs to be on the table.” Kara keeps her voice quiet, a little nervous and her insecurities are driving her mad now, maybe Lena doesn’t want to be with someone that isn’t Supergirl.

Lena nods, “I suppose that it is a very important topic of discussion, and we shouldn’t jump into anything. Let me do some research into this kryptonite and we can discuss everything. You know I’m always on your side and will always support you. I love you and our family. Besides, it does sound really quite nice to be able to grow old with you.”

Kara releases the breath she didn’t even know she was holding. “Are you sure that you’re alright with this?”

“I’d do anything for you, and you deserve to live the life you want, you’ve earned it.”

That makes Kara cry once again, pulling Lena close for a wet kiss and then at tight hug. She breathes in the scent of Lena’s expensive shampoo as she tucks her face into her wife’s hair and just lets herself enjoy the moment and imagine what it’s going to be like to age along with Lena, to sit on the back deck of their house all old and grey together. That’s what Kara wants her life to be like.

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cara-kira · 7 days

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Hello again its your rwby exchange buddy. 😎

I have more questions. Like a lot. Sorry I hope I'm not annoying I just have a lot of thoughts.

Do you have a length preference for the fic or just whatever I'm feeling up to? I know some people don't enjoy long fics

Do you see Oz as the kind of fella that would be in a polycule 👀

I like your grim au so much it's changing the idea I had. How do you feel about letting me put my own twists on it? I know some people are protective of their AUs so I don't want to overstep.

Do you have an ao3 you'd like tagged? I tend to post stuff on there if that's alright

Also I'd love to hear some fun facts about yourself you seem very friendly and I'd like to get to know you lol. Sometimes it's fun to incorporate a bit of the giftee in the story. Like how do you like your pizza, if at all? Do you like frogs? Whats your favorite word? You know. Important things. Nothing scary or personaly revealing, just the important stuff.

If this is too much or you don't want to answer this whole thing I'm sure Zac can send me a message lol

I hope you're having a great day!

Hello again! No need to apologize for asking questions, you can ask me anything anytime!

As for my answers:

Nope! I don't really mind long fics, but it might take me a while to finish reading them since I unfortunately have the attention span of a goldfish

I kinda do actually. I haven't really made any fanart yet nor did I ever mention it, but I actually enjoy IronOzQrow quite a bit, or perhaps ozqrowbleck.

This kinda depends on what you plan to twist it into. I'm fine with some add-ons or small changes, but would like the overal base of the au to remain the same, if that makes sense.

I do have an ao3 account, but I don't use it all that much -and quite frankly know next to nothing on how it works either lmao. Feel free to post your work on ao3 and tag me, but I do suggest tagging me in a post here on tumblr as well so I won't accidentally miss it😅

And man, I suck at small talk lmao. Especially when it's about me XD

But anyways, as I'm sure everyone knows by now, I really like to draw. I've been drawing for as long as I remember, and I've been drawing fanart for rwby again since late 2019 I believe. (Yes again, the first time would've been around 2014/2015(?), of which some posts still exist on my instagram page haha). And like every media I've ever created for, I tend to latch onto the (often tragic) side characters with little screentime. Because of that, these characters usually don't have a lot known about them. So I usually tend to fill in the rest with headcannons. I actually have a few for Oz here as well, should you maybe want add some of those to your work👀

As for favorite foods, I love a good lasagna, or a nice pepperoni or shawarma pizza. Melted cheese is my kryptonite, and so is garlic bread lol.

My favorite color is purple. And my favorite animal changes from time to time, but usually goes from dogs to crows or ducks :>

I listen to a wide variety of music genres, but I think the majority of my playlist exists out of metal music.

I am also genderfluid, and go by she/he/they!

And I'll stop there or this post will go on forever lmao. I hope you're having a great day too!

Should you ever feel stuck on something or need more information, feel free to reach out! :>

#asks #anon #remnants of rwby: fanworks exchange #leave it to me to say lmao three times in one post-

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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IVE MISSED YOU!! Scrolled through so much to find the sort of mini part 2 you wrote for the plum vendor cause the whole thing was so adorable and spicy in the best way. Like imagine a few years later, Buckys doing better and you’re back in the US. he looks different now though you haven’t changed much and he DEFINITELY remembers you. He repays you for plums with a coffee date 🥺

Also SERIOUSLY MISSED YOU ❤️

Plums & Killers Masterlist

There’s a plethora of things Bucky Barnes can and can’t remember, but if there’s one thing he could remember, it would be that he’d forever remember the warm inviting smile that radiated from you every time he’d pass by the fruit and veg stand. Ripe plums he’s weakness and the way your laugh would simply make him melt into a puddle of the shadow of a man he thought he was, his absolute kryptonite.

“Three words you associate with happiness” Dr. Raynor would ask every so often during Bucky’s court mandated therapy sessions. Bucky would hesitate, one word would always come to mind. Nothing else, just one simple word:

“Plums—”

“Why plums?” Raynor would ask with a puzzled face, trying her best to chip away at the concrete walls reinforced with industrial strength steel beans Bucky had put up years ago to protect all that was left of himself. Bucky would remember your smile, the plum vendor, the bright smile of gorgeous eyes that saw straight past the way Bucky would blend into the crowd. You brought him to the surface with the ease of small talk and the tastiest plums Bucky could ever crave.

“They remind me of home.”

“And where would home be for you James?” Bucky didn’t want to open a can of worms by mentioning the small period in his overextended life where he’d met a girl who sold plums at her grandmother’s fruit and veg stand while on expat to Romania on a working holiday teaching English to the next generation of the world’s best and brightest. No. because then he’d be stuck in this god-awful office being grilled about how he wasn’t trying hard enough to assimilate to a life post Steve Rogers, post Hydra mind control, post blip.

“Wherever the hell my heart is I guess.” From time-to-time Bucky wondered where in the world you ended up. If you’d followed the developing new stories of his manhunt through to streets of Bucharest, the short answer was yes. Yes, indeed you did.

……

“Mum I’m fine, I promise.” You tried you best of try and convince your overdramatic mother over the phone that you were in fact, keeping you shit together after your very long-term relationship just ended. “Who needs men, honestly? What are they even good for these days anyway/” you chuckled under your breathe, walking through the park as you spoke to the woman you stived to be like growing up. “I’m just going to be that cool hip aunty that doesn’t have kids but always knows how to pick an excellent bottle of wine for the family events, I got this all figured out trust—"

Bucky, for some reason or another, perhaps by the grace of some God that saw pity on him, did see you, crashing straight into you as he took to the pathway that snaked through the park serpentine stile. Taking you down with ease, crashing to the ground on top on you. Fumbling around like a wild animal.

“Oh shit—” Bucky gasped, as he tried to protect your fall, cupping your head so that when you hit the deck it wouldn’t be painted with brain matter. “I’m so sorry are you okay? I’m sorry I just didn’t see you, kinda just came outta nowhere.”

“Don’t be, there was no other way I was getting off that phone call—" you sighed as Bucky pealed himself from you, standing to his feet before offering you a hand. Pulling you up with ease to your feet to meet his panicked gaze. “I’m—” you didn’t even have a chance to introduce yourself before the memories of the handsome mystery man came flooding back. Not so mystery anymore, more like, pardons hero. “James?”

“Lila?” Bucky couldn’t feel his heart, it was almost as if it had stopped beating. He knew what that felt like, the shock of electricity that would bolt through his veins. The way his teeth would crack under the pressure and the pain. This though, this kind of heart skipping a beat, for you he’d experience this over and over without question. “You sold me plums in Bucharest—”

“I did!” you beamed as you dusted yourself off, admiring the man who stood before you. He looked like he’d seen the world and then some. But even then, youth was on his side, for 106. “I thought I’d scared you off when you never came back, my plum sales were practically non-existent after you vanished into thin air.” You admitted. “But then I saw the news—” the tone you used frightened bucky for a second. How could you even bare to look at him right now, knowing who he was, what he had done. “I started looking into you a little more.” You trailed of for a moment, shily, almost embarrassed to admit it. “I mean I always knew deep down I was attracted to older men but 100 was pushing it even for me—” you got him, the way Bucky couldn’t hold back his laughter, it was instantly addictive.

“You were the only person I spoke to for months before Steve and those army guys destroyed my apartment.” This wasn’t the time or place to admit that you were the first women to help bucky explore his desires after years of torture. But as Bucky could sense the conversation fading, he couldn’t let you slip away. “So, uh hey do you wanna get like a coffee or something soon sometime maybe?” It felt awkward to ask, he felt awkward, but everyone from Sam to Dr. Raynor was telling him to get out there.

“I uh—” looking down at where a diamond ring once wrapped delicately around your left ring finger, you sighed, pressing your lips together with a leap of faith that maybe this could be it and that everything happens for a reason. The bubbling jealousy still there as you struggled to love yourself. But with the way Bucky looked at you like you were a lost treasure he’d been searching for how could you say anything but yes.

“I’d love to.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan #marvel mcu #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #tfatws #bucky fic #bucky barnes fluff #Bucky Barnes Bucharest #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfic

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mlobsters · 9 months

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s6e20 the man who would be king (w. ben edlund)

guessing we're making a sharp turn back to the main plot with this recap of depressing events. gotta deal with darkside!cas seems like

the hangdog body language made me cackle. so over the top, my guy. that little montage and speech about all the things he's seen was.. something. okay, so. from this it sounds like they broke the chains of destiny forever by changing how the lucifer/michael thing went down?

the vibe in this episode is really odd. the conversation in the car with dean and cas (and sam is off elsewhere), the music playing in the background like crowley's listening to a stereo while he has a spat with cas

okay. of course bondage man being tortured back there is shirtless and ripped

so ugh. cas brings back sam, sees sam not go to dean right away and makes the frowny face but like. that's not a big red flag? or it is but he's just not gonna follow through? did he really not know until he soulfisted him or was he lying because he fucked up?

CROWLEY Am I the only game piece on the board who doesn't underestimate those denim-wrapped nightmares?!

haha what an insult

man. dean gets to bobby's right when bobby and sam are about to do more torturing of this demon guy and part of me flinched worried that they'd make dean do the torturing

DEAN He is the Balki Bartokomous of Heaven! He can make a mistake!

a perfect strangers reference?! LOL i mentioned it when trying to figure out who the actor playing gabriel reminds me of (was thinking not of balki but actor who played larry) i swear jackles's accent has been popping out a little more lately and i am a fan

DEAN You think that Cas is in with Crowley. Crowley?

something something sam putting his faith in demon ruby and getting burned, dean putting his faith in angel cas and getting burned

BOBBY But if we ain't...If there's a snowball of a snowball's chance here...that means we're dealing with a Superman who's gone dark side. Which means we've got to be cautious, we got to be smart, and maybe stock up on some Kryptonite.

DEAN (to Sam) This makes you Lois Lane.

how's that now? wouldn't you be the lois lane, dean?

go from action!cas to hangdog!cas licketysplit. smite some demons!! i did it for the boys. or myself ;(

DEAN No, you talked. I listened. This is Cas, guys. I mean, when there was no one... and we were stuck - and I mean really stuck - he broke ranks. He has gone to the mat cut and bleeding for us so many freakin' times. This is Cas! Don't we owe him the benefit of the doubt at least?

this is painful. something really needles me about dean being the only one who is fighting to stay loyal to who's supposed to be a purely good man/angel. him being in the wrong, but like he's just too good of a man, not because he fucked up. struggling to put it into words. but it comes back to that feeling about sam always being the fuckup that needs absolution i mentioned before too. and then dean's the one that figures it out, when cas is lying to their faces (and i think that was a clumsy way to have cas slip up, i think he'd know better but eh)

CROWLEY I know of two eerily suited 'Teen Beat' models with time on their hands.

i like that they're showing us hell. beetlejuice purgatory having the take a number thing is kind of cute reference.

beetlejuice (1998)

intercom droning and fuzzy blue danube in the background also a good touch (i feel like blue danube is so familiar it can lose its punch but it's so sweet and delightful have a listen to the vienna philharmonic orchestra in 1999)

DEAN Why else would you keep this whole thing a secret, huh, unless you knew that it was wrong? When crap like this comes around, we deal with it... Like we always have. What we don't do is we don't go out and make another deal with the Devil!

CASTIEL It sounds so simple when you say it like that. Where were you when I needed to hear it?

DEAN I was there. Where were you?

i mean this is different but it's also exactly the same as sam with ruby? and trying to push the same emotional buttons, but cas is around like, 30% of the time and they keep talking like him and dean have this close connection but we never really see it onscreen? so i'm left feeling like... um, okay? it's odd.

meanwhile this little frenemy situation is very sparky. was like hey you gonna give him a little kiss now? but sheppard also is so charismatic as crowley, i feel like he brings chemistry to every scene with every actor

because i complained, we get a meaty scene with dean and cas where dean basically tries to big brother him like telling sam to quit the demon blood/ruby

DEAN I'm not gonna logic you, okay? I'm saying don't...Just 'cause. I'm asking you not to. That's it.

CASTIEL I don't understand.

DEAN Look, next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family -- that you are like a brother to me. So, if I'm asking you not to do something... you got to trust me, man.

CASTIEL Or what?

DEAN Or I'll have to do what I have to do to stop you.

i'm still not terribly clear how the souls get used, but all right. going with my matrix battery metaphor and not thinking too hard beyond that. cas calling out all desperate for a sign from god that he's on the right path but like. free will is a bitch?

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 6x20 #ben edlund #beetlejuice

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mexicajun · 2 years

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Rattled

This record tells the story of a man who went through a mental crisis during the COVID-19 pandemic--my story.

“Vinyl”

The record starts out with a typical Dr. C rock song. The song is about how the music I tend to write isn’t groundbreaking, but it still connects with old school fans—kind of like vinyl.

I ain’t trying to reinvent no motherfuckin wheel Just get me from A to B And I ain’t trying to disrupt, pick up, and move the needle I just rather spin than stream

It is almost go time Time to go roll up my sleeves Put the circle on the mat And sing

I hate sitting in the silence between two good songs Give me a little crackling And I hate when you skip around getting the order all wrong Don’t come with that shuffling

It is almost go time Time to go roll up my sleeves Put the circle on the mat And sing

Hey! My last take was final! Hey! Press that shit to vinyl! Hey! Baby you’re so fine-o! Hey! Press that shit to vinyl!

“Fellas & Ladies”

The beginning of the pandemic was a lonely time. This song tells the story of being reunited with friends and returning to the stage to play music again.

All my friends were taken away from Me so suddenly (Oh yeah) My heart went from being full to Completely empty (Oh yeah)

I have got something to tell ya I missed y’all like crazy All of my fellas And all of my ladies

Ain’t nothing like playing for ya To sing with somebody All of my fellas And all of my ladies

A sea of people all dried up Left me so lonely (Oh yeah) I will ride the wave for the rest Of eternity (Oh yeah)

I long for all of your loud lungs Screaming right at me (Oh yeah)

I have got something to tell ya I missed y’all like crazy All of my fellas And all of my ladies Ain’t nothing like playing for ya To sing with somebody All of my fellas And all of my ladies

“I Miss Your Soul”

My two closest friends moved away during the pandemic. I miss them terribly and wrote these words about that feeling.

I remember the time when we met It ain’t ‘bout to be something I forget

Our spirits collided and they meshed Mine ain’t been the same since you left Where we attached there’s a big ol’ hole Don’t know if I can be whole

I miss your soul

We flew so high when we were together Now I feel like I’ve been grounded forever Someone who’s just as good of a dancer It ain’t no fun alone in the mirror

Our spirits collided and they meshed Mine ain’t been the same since you left Where we attached there’s a big ol’ hole Don’t know if I can be whole

I miss your soul

“How to Sin”

At this point in the record, my mental status is changing. I suddenly feel the urge to do bad things, but being that this is against my nature, I don’t know how.

This halo It hangs so low It’s gotten hold Of my neck in a choke This stranglehold It won’t let me go

Show me how you love Teach me how you give Let’s go spill some blood Teach me how you kill Show me how you lust Teach me all the thrills My hell is your heaven But I don’t know where to begin So won’t you teach me how to sin

This halo It’s gotten so old It’s lost its glow It wastes away, it corrodes This rusty o It won’t let me go

“Bare Hands”

Hypomania and then mania start to set in. During this episode, I feel invincible—like “I could kill Superman with my bare hands.”

Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s a mere mortal about to meet his end I’m about to leap a tall building in a single bound Catch him and then bury him six feet underground

Ain’t no need for kryptonite Bet I won’t use half my might Ain’t no weapons in my plan Because I can kill Superman with my bare hands

I’ma rip his cape, I’ma break his bones, I’ma stop his heart Faster than a speeding bullet I don’t need no motive to stop this locomotive I just want to do it

Ain’t no need for kryptonite Bet I won’t use half my might Ain’t no weapons in my plan Becuase I can kill Superman with my two bare hands

Ain’t no need for kryptonite Bet I won’t use half my might Ain’t no weapons in my plan I killed Superman with my bare fuckin hands

“Mirage”

Peak mania takes over my brain. I lose control and start seeing things. I refuse and fight off people trying to help me. I have so much resiliency that I feel like I could walk/run/dance through an entire desert.

I keep on dancin’, keep on dancin’ In this desert, watch how I move I keep on sweatin’, keep on sweatin’ But it ain’t gonna ruin my groove Cuz I’m seein, cuz I’m seein’ An oasis at latitude

Oh my, my, I can’t believe my eyes! (Oh my, my!)

The sun is shinin’, sun is shinin’ Off the sand, the light is so bright But I keep on truckin’, keep on truckin’ Through the sand, it’s my fuel, it’s my fire I think I’m dyin’, think I’m dyin’ But at the same time, I feel so alive!

Oh my, my, I can’t believe my eyes! (Oh my, my!)

I’ll have a drink at the oasis Oh my, my, I can’t believe my eyes! (Oh my, my!)

“Precious”

I wake up in a mental hospital with some very, very ill patients. One of those patients was named Precious. She would walk into a room and just stand there starting into space. She did not and perhaps could not talk. I couldn’t believe I was in a facility with someone so ill. However, as the lyrics indicate, I was pretty sick myself.

I’ll never forget the time when we first met We were waiting in line to get our meds

They’ll all say that I’m crazy But in my head it’s meant to be You’ll always be Precious to me

Oh my heart, the way I miss you so Since they put you away in iso

They’ll all say that you’re crazy But in my head it’s meant to be You’ll always be Precious to me

Was it love at first sight Or were you staring through me? Did you profess your feelings? Do you even speak?

They’ll all say that we’re crazy But in my head it’s meant to be You’ll always be Precious to me.

“Get Me Out of Here”

This tune is about the different patients that were in the hospital and how the environment was traumatizing.

Nurse is in the clinic mixing up the medicine Roomie’s in the toilet throwing up his guts again Frank is talkin’ ‘bout cocaine, meth, and heroine Jenn woke the whole place screamin at 11pm

I’m humbled, if that wasn’t clear Now get me out of here!

Lisa’s speaking words only she can understand Joe acted out so he could have a roof over his head Precious got me locked down with her stare of death Billy’s got the whole staff holding him down in his bed

I’m humbled, if that wasn’t clear Now get me out of here!

“Locked Up in a Dream”

I’m released from the hospital, and I’m facing the reality of how strange I acted when I was ill. Mania felt like I was locked up in a dream that I could not wake from. It’s confusing to have to apologize for behavior I could not control nor remember.

I closed my eyes with you by my side When I woke up May became July The bed was empty, the house was so quiet I didn’t even get a goodbye

It’s so hard for me to believe Because my love for you is real How could I break your heart, baby If I’m locked up in a dream?

They were so heavy, the door and my eyes I couldn’t break out of my own mind I’m finally free, but you I can’t find I didn’t even get a goodbye

It’s so hard for me to believe Because my love for you is real How could I break your heart, baby If I’m locked up in a dream?

Up in my brain, I am detained In all these waves, I’m locked away Up in my head, I am restrained Here in my mind, I am confined In a nightmare, I am contained Prisoner to my gray matter Would you believe I’m locked up in a dream?

“Bad For Me”

At this strange time in my life, for whatever reason, I had women interested in and pursuing me. I had to turn them away to prioritize my mental health.

You are so beautiful I’ve seen you in my dreams But I don’t know if I Am awake or asleep

You seem so alive As brilliant as it gets But are you in my mind? Are you a side effect?

I don’t want to fall in love with you But I can’t help myself I don’t want to fall in love with you You’re bad for my health

I remember the time Whenever we met I had butterflies I had to up my meds

I can’t listen to my heart I can’t listen to my head I have to listen To what my doctor says

I don’t want to fall in love with you But I can’t help myself I don’t want to fall in love with you You’re bad for my health

“Outer Space Blues”

A huge crash followed the manic episode. I was so depressed that I didn’t care if I just died. This song describes the extreme high I felt for a period of time followed by the huge crash.

From the view from Mercury The Earth looks so tiny From the view from Mercury The Earth looks so tiny I bet you can’t see Me waving goodbye

The temperature’s gone up As I drift into the sun The temperature’s gone up As I drift into the sun Gonna take all my problems Throw ‘em in and watch ‘em burn

Watch me burn

“Chris”

A year and a half after my hospitalization, I’ve finally begun to feel better. I now realize how people can make poor decisions when they are in a state of mind beyond their control. I sympathize with those who can be suicidal and those who die by suicide because I had a period of time where I could not control my thought or actions. In this song, I honor my idol Chris Cornell, who died by suicide in 2017. It is thought that he was in an altered state of mind before his death.

When the dogs tucked in their tails When that voice no longer wailed I knew you were set free When my good eye opened up When your black days were enough I knew you were set free

Patiently Loud and so lovely Patiently I knew you were set free

I’ve always hailed you as king Now fly as high as you sing

When the seasons rolled on by When a bruise formed in the sky I knew you were set free When the outside world blew up When your black days were enough I knew you were set free

Patiently Loud and so lovely Patiently I knew you were set free

I’ve always hailed you as king Now fly as high as you sing

When the dogs dug up their bones While you waited there alone Patiently

I’ve always hailed you as king Now fly as high as you sing

“(When I Die) I Want a Second Line”

I’m finally feeling myself and having fun again. Not caring about living or dying seems like a strange, foreign thought to me now. I pledge to lead my life to the fullest, and when my time actually comes, I don’t want a funeral--I want a celebration. The song ends with a brass band playing the main riff

Every time I’m in a funk

I take I-10 to New Orleans

A few Meters down to hear some funk

I will pass up Bourbon—I prefer Frenchmen

Every time it rains, it floods

But this time I have come prepared

I will parade on the rain

I’ll forget to worry and I will forget to care

Well baby, when I die

I want a second line

Don’t nobody cry

Just celebrate my life

When I’m up on my final balcony

And I’m done with my revelry

I want to look down upon a carnival

I want to look down at a festival

The Saints will take care of me

Don’t you pass a bit of worry

Don’t arrange no eulogy

Just arrange to have a band lead all y’all down the street

Well baby, when I die

I want a second line

Don’t nobody cry

Just celebrate my life

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s4pphoiduser · 3 years

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the way i quote "it sounds so simple when you say it like that. where were you when i needed to hear it?" "i was there. where were you?" FUCK OFF

#supernatural #deancas #no but that episode was BOOM CRASH SWOOSH #the man who would be king #forever changed the word kryptonite for me #AND IT CUTS TO CAS WALKING AWAY FROM DEAN BECAUSE HE WANTED THE MAN HE LOVES TO HAVE A GOOD LIFE WITH THE WOMAN AND KID HE LOVES????#fuck YOU #and the fact that dean said 'you gotta look at me you gotta level with me'#ITS ALL THREE LF THEM !! but he sajd ME!! ME!!#feeling especially betrayed. his friend..... huh. he also defended cas against bobby and sam until cas slipped #i mean????#also sam's usually the one to like believe in people and defend them yknow #THE UNIVERSAL IMPLICATIONS OF THAT

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Guess

Summary: Clark is the man you should marry. Can you forget about Steve?

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader; hints of Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. ANGST!SMUT! Fluff. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. ANGST, Toxic Reader, Allusions to cheating, guilt sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), sloppy toppy, spit play, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink, first time anal sex.

A/N: People have been asking, so here is the next part to Candydrip. Let me know what you think. 🫣

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Inspired by this song:

You looked into his perfect blue eyes and felt so incredibly guilty.

He’d been so handsome tonight, ostensibly casual in his dark sport coat and slacks, toasting and celebrating you all night at your joint wedding shower.

Although the event was a week away and you’d vowed no sex until that night, your remorse led you to show up at his door close to midnight, clad in only a raincoat, which you revealed when he opened his door. His physique always made you clench, but him, shirtless and sleepy in his doorway, was a sight to behold.

Your eyes traveled from his dark hair, in thick messy curls on his head, and the coils of abundant reddish brown strands on his chest, and abs. You bit your lip as you thought of the hair in that wonderful place concealed by his sleep pants. How could you even think of anyone else?

His quizzical look and your name on his lips sent shivers down your spine as those azure eyes darkened to cerulean.

“I want you, Clark.”

He nodded and licked his lips as one strong arm pulled you to him and into his apartment.

Guilt put you on your knees, silently begging for forgiveness as you choked around his thick, pulsing cock. You concentrated on breathing and relaxing your throat as you felt him curse and pulse cum down your esophagus.

“Damn. So, so good for me Dove. Feels so good.”

You peeked at him as he threw his head back, eyes fluttering closed as he pushed your head further down, jaw clenching. You were testing his gentle nature and he was concentrating on holding back his strength.

You coughed around him as his hips rutted up for one last pulse and watched you with eyes aflame as you pulled off, saliva and spend tumbling out of your mouth.

“My beautiful, filthy girl. My love. C’mere. Climb on.”

Clark wiped the tears that were rolling down your face with his thumb. You let him believe they were from taking his cock down your throat and not regret. You thought you hid the truth when he looked into your eyes as you positioned yourself above him and descended slowly, fucking yourself open on his still massively hard cock.

It was like he was made of steel.

“Give me all of your love… yeah… just like that Dove.”

He grunted as your tight cunt enveloped him.

“You’re my kryptonite…”

“What’s kryptonite?”

You’d never heard of it.

Clark grabbed your waist, guided you up and down his shaft, holding back again as he surveyed where you two were connected. You thought you felt yourself grow warm there, but then he looked back up at you.

He placed his thumb to your lips and pressed, gently, but somehow lewdly making you suck his thick digit, practically drooling himself as he pulled it out with a pop of your wax lips. Then he spit on it and used his pointer finger to mix the fluids together.

“Something dangerous. But also a part of me forever.”

He brought his thumb down to your clit and traced light circles on your plucky nub.

“You're mine. Nothing you or I do can ever change that.”

You started jolting as his thumb went faster and faster, impossibly so. You wanted to move faster than his grip on you would allow. You were on top, but Clark was in control. It’s what you loved about him. His strength made for a slow, steady, calculated, and building crescendo to come. He was moving you, gradually increasing the force of how you opened up around his cock and how forcefully it met your cervix.

Clark knew every inch of you, including when, where, and how to get you to cum. He captured you with his gaze.

“Nothing.”

You sobbed, both with your orgasm which ripped from your cunt through your body to your vocal chords as you let out the sounds you’d been holding in anticipation, and with the realization that he knew. Your heart broke with the knowledge that nothing was a secret from him, and you collapsed on him, arms around his broad shoulders and face tucked into his collarbone. Your tears formed a pool under your cheek, and caused rivulets to run down his chest.

“Don’t cry, Dove. Rest.”

Clark moved you like a rag doll and laid you down, head at the foot of the bed, remaining at the headboard as he spread your legs and gazed between them. He rubbed your thighs, and seemed mesmerized by the sight. You shifted.

His eyes flicked back up to you.

“Don’t hide from me. Never hide.”

You just smiled and wiped your tears. You started to speak, but he interrupted you.

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he gently rubbed your pussy lips, pushing dripped semen back inside you.

“I like the idea of my cum everywhere. I’m obsessed.”

He swiped up and down your slit with his thumb.

“I was going to wait until the wedding night, but think it’s time for something new.”

Clark shifted to get behind you as clenched when you realized what he meant. But you wanted to say it.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Guess.”

Clark lifted your thigh and positioned his now semi hard cock against your tighter hole as he started fingering your clit again. You groaned at the sensation.

“Say yes.”

Clark kissed your shoulder as he pushed, a little harder now, against your ass. You rutted back against him, your sloppy cunt pounding once again. Your panting grew louder as you realized that you wanted it too. The one thing Steve never had. Saying yes to this would be saying yes to Clark.

“Ohhhh. Yessss.”

Clark released a sigh against your neck and reached his long arm over to his night stand for lube. He opened the new bottle, tearing the plastic around it with his teeth, and you could feel him doing something with his right hand as his left continued to keep you in the mood.

You felt the cool liquid on his fingers as he reached between you and spread it around your hole, dipping a fingertip into you. You pushed back against him and you could hear his smile as he delved in further, stretching you out.

“Mmmmmmnnnnmn! Clark.. I…”

You didn’t know you liked this. But Clark did.

“I know Dove.”

Clark sighed as he inserted another finger and scissored. You stiffened and arched your back, nearly cuming from the sensation.

“Not without me.”

He removed his fingers and put some on his cock, which was evident how his thick, turgid head slipped around your forbidden hole. He pushed forward and you pushed back and he slipped past the initial tight ring of muscles. You stiffened at his girth and grasped his hand.

“Succchhhhh a good girl for me Dove,” Clark whispered into your hair as he closed his eyes and prayed for strength to keep from tearing you apart.

The way you housed him was nirvana. He started moving slowly as you tried to dig your fingernails into his skin.

“Feels so good. So hot for me… so good.”

The drag of his thick organ in your tight ass caused sparks of pain at first, but as he praised and tuned your body with his hands on your nipples and your clit, you began to feel intense pleasure.

“Thaaats it, Dove. Give it to me. All of it.”

He slapped your clit sharply, which distracted from any discomfort behind, and which caused jolts of joy inside your body. You began to move your hips, desperately seeking this new pleasure.

“Oh yes, Dove. Yes, give me all of you.”

He bit yor shoulder, rougher than he wanted, but you were wearing down his restraint. That just added to your pleasure. The pressure in your belly blossomed and you released.

“Clarkkkkkkkk!”

Your body bowed and he followed you, pumping spurts of cum inside your ass as you screamed and squirted all over his hand. His bed was ruined but neither of you cared as you scaled the highest heights.

When you opened your eyes again, you were looking at the ceiling and when you peeked over at him, he was smiling, eyes closed.

“Clark.”

He opened his eyes and turned toward you. Putting his finger on your lips.

“Nothing needs to be said. Tonight is our wedding night as far as I’m concerned. The ceremony is just for show.”

He smiled at you and then kissed you softly.

You could only smile back.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

Later, after the long bath and a change of sheets, you lay in Clark’s arms.

All seemed right.

“Clark?”

His guard was down, so he mumbled a sleepy, “Hmmmm?”

“Let’s elope.”

He was fully awake in an instant.

6 hours later, you were on a plane to Paris, convincing yourself that this would put all thoughts of Steve Rogers out of your mind forever.

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Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

so, the weather??? HAHAHA, anyway friends, i hope you enjoyed. Don’t forget consult the rules if you want to request for some Kaz smut. Love u. O

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leakyrocktarot · 2 years

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Jin:

Y'all- I know I typed out this whole reading and somehow it just disappeared so now I have to write it all again ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ So basically our boi Jin is working on something really important and serious to him that is leaving him in rather emotional states at the end of the day. He is being a trooper and waking up early to fight the basilisk but at the end of the day he mopes in regret, not that he's upset that he's working this hard on something it's just- a lot of work and it's hard on him at times. Everything will be fine however because this is more of a purge for him and a way to get him out of his comfort zone. He's been keeping to himself a lot, even before I always felt this energy of him being a lot more reserved but! He is slowly opening like the flower he is however, again this might be scary for him as it's something way out of his comfort zone thus it's a new experience. He is putting in a lot of effort and work into his craft, I feel like whatever he's working on is extremely important to him as it is extremely personal and emotional. With the queen of wands at the bottom of the deck, he knows who he is, he knows he's the boss, and he knows he will forever be that bitch so he's not all that worried, rather he is very excited. The Vervain Everlasting indicates to me that he's being urged to release mental and physical strain, ease his wounds and soften his fears. He needs to be brutally honest and remember to stay aligned as Vervain creates gateways for him to break through and heal. He should be mindful of choosing to escape rather than venturing down his path and protect his hearts happiness. He is aware that he is hiding something and in order to gain that sense of freedom that he's been looking for he's going to have to open himself up which may mean to reveal what he hides. Raising Winds calls for silent strength, being able to assert himself without having to use words. I feel as though he should be silent with his endeavors, peering eyes and harsh judgement at this moment is not good for him. He also needs to find ways to release his energy and emotions where others won't be too involved. "When you cross a line of positivity or negativity you are responsible for your conscious action; you cannot place blame on another for the choices you make." He is on the verge of new things coming into his life and to prepare for that he needs space to bee (hehe) who he is unabashedly. He needs to build that special place for him to explore his most innerself, I feel as though he is looking for an answer he will only find if he pulled back and looked within. I feel also that he needs to first open up to those around him who are more likely to accept him rather than opening up to the entire world for the first time. He needs to be careful of over-indulgence, overspending and being too free with certain information. Self centeredness, forgetfulness and ignorance might be his kryptonite so he really needs to focus on being compassionate. He also needs to be really careful of deceptive flattery and offers that may seem unusual.

Suga:

This guy is bout sly as hell. I did a reading on him a while ago as I felt called to and this one is pretty much the same with a few differences. Firstly his reading sounds like he's directly saying what he wants to say which is interesting. The emperor to me stands as if that is his personal goal, everything else looks as if those are his actions towards achieving that goal. The page of pentacles indicates that he's going on this journey of enlightenment where he has recognized some of his faults that he wishes to change. He knows exactly what he is struggling with and why and he's moving rather fast towards fixing it. However, with the death card reversed there is something that he's struggling to release. There is something he is holding on to and I can't really tell if it's good or bad but it means a lot to him yet it's something that also causes him some issues. With the empress at the bottom of the deck that leaves me to believe that his whole purpose of going on this journey of massive healing and learning is because he wants to do more and to do better for his empress, Shooky. It's like he uses his love for them as a way to push himself forward, he uses it as his source of strength to do the hard things. He needs to remain at a steady pace and allow himself to gather his bearings before taking the next step and it seems as though he's not really doing that with the fast moving cards of the chariot and the knight of wands, it's as if he's created this balancing act where he's making his journey harder than it really needs to be. Imagine him in a movie theater with other people whizzing by, he's carrying every single snack and drink he could buy from the kiosk on a platter with both of his hands and while he's walking he's trying to walk in a straight line on the seams of the carpet. That's what he's doing. He needs to be more careful, and he needs to protect himself mind body and spirit. He also needs to be really careful about who he shares information with (keep an eye out for weird readings) because not everyone is on the same journey or needs to be, and human condition means jealousy can occur. He also really needs to remind himself that things don't always have to be so complex, they don't always need to be a Rm level math equation for it to be good enough work for him. I get the feeling that he also gets rather distracted with what he wants and what he things others want of him and often tries to change himself to fit the need of others. He needs to release the need to be like anyone else and understand that he is perfect as is and needs to spend more time learning his unique authentic self. He should know that nothing is permanent and should focus so heavily on things that are out of his control, rather he should be patient and see things for how they really are. To me, Secret Seances has two separate meanings that can fit here. The first being that there is help coming his way from the otherside, and that he needs to make most of the moments and be consciously present letting go of the need for control to allow the help in and reconnect with his ancestors. The second being that he has been working and traveling through the 5D visiting places, things and people. With Pyrokinesis at the bottom of the deck, I have a strong feeling that he needs to connect with that fiery energy he has in his birth chart. I have the feeling that he needs to get angry and assert himself, be a little fire gremlin like an aries. He really needs to use the fire in him to also give him the courage to move forward. Note- it seems like multiples of 4's and 1's are following the pair. With the Victory card I think it's safe to assume that he will come out victorious, gaining a lot of self confidence and self reliance along the way. I think he needs to incorporate more berries and greens in his diet. He should also work in a team with the members and his friends, he needs to know he is not alone. Overall he is going through a massive change at the moment and he needs to let go of what is not serving him before that change can be

complete. He needs to be really careful with the need to impress others and he really needs to keep his belief in his own unique abilities. He also needs to watch his ability to share and wanting to win at all costs as they could be detrimental to him at this time. Deceit and corruption is also a massive worry.

J-hope:

Okay- so this reading is interesting to me because at first glance it makes no sense but like? So starting off with the seven of cups it seems like he's stuck making a choice about something- he has a million and one things he can choose from so I feel like he is taking his time to pick the right thing for him. With the temperance I feel like he is going to be taking his absolute sweet time with this choice and fully flushing out each option to find the one best for him. I feel like this has something to do with his achievements and he takes such pride with it so he wants to make sure it is good. I get the feeling he just wants to dive right in but he knows that that's not the best idea for him. I think this is something that is going to take him a painstakingly long time but it will definitely work out for him with both the nine of cups and the ace of pentacles. The Ancient Amulets practically co signs this- "Do not forgo protection and rush into anything that needs no urgency. Be patient." I think he should definitely ask his family members and close relatives if there are any family heirlooms that he can keep on his person for the added protection and support from his ancestors. I feel like he would do good visiting a shrine. Perhaps he should go on a hike as well! Either way he needs to surrender himself to nature and spirit. I have a feeling that he will be or is needing to expand his creative talents perhaps mentoring someone. He should remember to be patient and confident and that there is no need to try so hard. I feel like pretty soon this choice he needs to make will become easier within time- I feel like to him this will be a rather large commitment. I do fear that someone around him might express themselves in an unsettling way to him, and he might need to lie low for a while. Either way he needs to take his steps forward regardless of who. He shouldn't be traveling at this time as it could only serve as a distraction to him. I think being disingenuous and canceling appointments are some things he should look out for. I feel like many opportunities will be coming his way that he does not want to miss. His health seems to be improving as well as physical gains- maybe we're getting buff hobi- but he should also take care to delegate as needed and speak up for himself.

Rm:

So many freaking cards man 💀 Ok starting off with the two of wands- jeez man ok so I feel like he has some sort of goal in his sights that he's planning on going towards but he has to plan his plan to plan the plan for the plan of the plan to achieve his goal. He feels completely out of his depth here and is most likely shitting bricks. I feel like he knows that whatever his goal is that he wants to achieve is out of his goal so he's trying not to freak out while fully freaking out. He still manages to keep a level head and with the chariot he has a clear sense of what needs to happen and what he needs to do however his downfall is him wanting to do it quickly and not being able to. I feel like he is really focused on what he can and can't do and is trying to find a loophole with what he can't do. With the empress I feel like it has something to do with Koya- and I feel like he feels lost. There is too much going on too many factors, a lot of worries. He knows in the long run things will work out for the both of them but that's not going to stop his overactive mind freaking him out. He has faith, he has a lot of it, but he's still shivering his timbers. With Brigid I feel like she is keeping a close eye on the pair. She grants health and healing and works deeply within the chakras that govern expression, compassion and sacred connection. I feel like she's telling him to be more creative in his approaches, he's probably being really obvious and matter of fact about somethings that's being stopped by spirit because he's not supposed to intervene much. I feel like he is probably going through an ego death or is building a healthy ego. I feel like he is being way more eco conscious which is surprising. I also feel like he is putting effort into removing any toxic things out of his life and connections. I think he is being asked to shed that snakeskin and stand out like a sore thumb. I feel like he has put this importance of image and looks and confines of society and it's time for him to really break free of that. "Approach new ventures with steady confidence and be ready to strike your creative power at the right opportunity" (who else sees the hint?) Right now he has a lot of pent up energy, pent up emotions and I keep seeing rage room so- yeah. He needs to know how strong he is and how capable he is, all this worrying is gonna cause a tummy ache. With Hidden Familiars "we were all born naked into the world, but we are never brought in alone." He's being called to reevaluate his connections with others and see where there is room for improvement. He has a lot of protective guardians that he should be taking full advantage of. He needs to face the sun. With the Ancient Amulet, it's the same thing as Hobi, maybe they both should spend more time together in nature or on a spiritual nature retreat and visit some shrines and family heirlooms. He also needs to recognize how many people are behind him supporting him and aiding him in his endeavors. He seems to be mirroring Hobi a bit here- his health is rising, physical gains as well, lots of new opportunities, the need to delegate as needed and speak up for oneself and also building up trust. I feel like in the near future for a long while he's going to be building lots of trust in his working relationships, including other connections. He should be aware of accidentally being in relationships that he knows are not good for him- going back to him standing up for himself.

Taehyung surprised me greatly! So two of cups, seems like he is indulging himself in partnerships (not in that way) and is making new connections with a lot of people, some platonic some flirtatious but it seems as though there is one he has his eyes fully set on. I have the feeling that because of this some of his expressions of self might change- he might start to sound and look like a love sick puppy- I jest, lest? I want to note that he has three major arcana cards that are upright so this is going to be some sort of major change/lesson he has coming up. The star to me seems like he manifested this, he legit wished on a star in order to get this and spirit is giving it to him as long as he promises to stay on the right path and show his commitment to the cause. This is definitely the ending and beginning of a cycle for him and I think he is rather excited! With Pyrokinesis, I feel like he has a fire burning inside of him, the burning flames of excitement surround his soul. I feel like he has a lot of passion here, put a piece of wood near his chest and it'll turn to coal💀 He has definitely been perusing around the spirit realm and making new acquaintances there as well. His guides are fully around him and I feel as though he is aware. The hope card is interesting because it signifies renewed positive energy coming in. This seems to be some sort of personal and spiritual growth where he will need to listen to his inner voice but be very careful to not be overcome with negative self talk. He's going to be exploring his inner world way more than he has ever before and he's going to be needing to stay grounded, to let the dust settle before making any moves. He should keep a calendar or list near him as to not forget important things. This guy definitely does divination, he most definitely does readings. With the Vitality card, I think he is also being asked to look and what he has with new eyes and to not hyperfocus on the things he doesn't have. This is a chance for a new cycle to begin for him and he doesn't want to bring in old energy to the new energy. Someone might intrude on his peace, perhaps bring drama to his inner circle so he should be careful to protect himself at this time.

Jimin:

SO- Jimin gave a lot of cards too ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ anywhoo- I get the feeling that he has this very set idea of something that he is not willing to change- I think he sees it as something worth holding on to because this idea directly relates to the way he views himself and his success. He seems pretty balanced other wise, however I feel like his masculine energy is falling behind. That's not an insult to him before y'all try to jump me. Everyone has masculine and feminine energy, we tend to flip flop between the two and the term divine fem/masc just describes the energy you're in or your default energy. When it comes to Jimin, it seems like he spent a lot of time nurturing his feminine energy and kind of neglected his masculine energy. That isn't a bad thing, however for a person like him that has high energy around him, having a balance does wonders. The devil again to me means that there is some sort of shackle he is still holding himself to, some sort of idea, way of life, a form of communication that he's holding on to that is really not serving him. It is possible that he might have a lower vibrational entity or some sort of negativity around him. This could also elude to sickness (don't freak please). With judgement following right after I get the feeling of divine retribution, like a spirit guide or deity stepped in to "serve him his papers". And with the Hierophant at the bottom of the deck I feel like that means he's learned something important, I also feel like that means he has acquired something. Hidden Familiars to me cosigns the energy of something coming in to guide and help him, whereas Mugwort Dream gives me the feel that this help also came from his own divinity. He has all the clues and the tools to build the next steps, he's had lots of interruptions to do so, all that's left is for him to do them. He needs to be really careful of overworking himself and potentially becoming reclusive due to the workload. He should focus on making space for him to relax and be with friends and family in his downtime instead of filling it with work. He can blend work with friends as that would be less stressful and he wouldn't be able to take on everything for himself. I get the hint of a romantic proposal but I can't tell if it will be reciprocated. I do see him working more with others and him meeting some people that will bring him a lot more opportunities and a welcomed homey feeling. He should be aware of any feelings of greed, or negative feelings about needing to win. His future is brilliant and as crisp and fresh as a juicy ripe apple. It is time for him to put in the effort to ensure that apple stays fresh and crisp. He should be taking in all details even to the smallest of ants and should be careful of expressing some ideas to certain people as there is still negativity in the air.

Jungkook:

Lastly but certainly not least we have reached Jungkook (I'm so tired ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ) So- This dude is speeding through life, he's on x games mode, this is how it feels to chew five gum, he's coke and mentos. Jk 💀 he's actually moving at a very steady and manageable pace. The eight of pentacles hit me in the face but I'll get to that later 🤠 The strength to me indicates that this cycle for him is one that relies on his strength and mental fortitude, this cycle is also meant for him to showcase his strength and mental fortitude. It's really showing that his journey is going good and that he is doing rather well. The eight of cups also signifies pretty much the same thing, he has a clear goal in his mind and absolutely nothing is going to stop him from achieving it. He has the goal to embody the king of cups and by gosh golly gosh he will do it with minimal obstacles because he'll tear throw them. The three of wands however can be interpreted as two things, he has to lay in wait for the queen of cups to also get to the same level as him, or there is someone standing in the middle trying to act as the obstacle (if that's you knock it tf off... jk- not really) Either way that person or thing won't have their way and it's really futile to try and stop them. However, on the flip side it does seem like the queen is having some issues that might be mirroring on Jungkook's end, it seems like their workload is immense and they might be overworking themselves trying to meet impossible quotas and expectations of others. I get the sense that there might be some issues at home but I'm not going to go deep into that. I do feel however, that there is a feeling of not doing enough even though they are doing everything above and beyond. I feel right now Jungkook is being asked to have patience and to be the peace while the queen goes through it with temperance at the bottom of the deck. With Baraka and the strength card I feel like Jk is bulking- going beast mode. He's really recognizing how strong he is and he is recognizing how much he can handle without fatigue and is working on expanding that. I also get the feeling that he is taking a more aggressive approach in his business adventures and really making his presence known. I feel like he is definitely being favored by many deities as many are working to aid him especially Brigid. I feel as though there was something that he wanted to do, or something that he started that he was forced to put to rest that he's going to be able to finally revive during this time. He is really focused on being the outlier and standing out. He doesn't care about fitting in and he knows that if someone can't accept him for who he is already then they aren't someone he thinks is worth his peace of mind. He is really growing into his skin and is valuing his time, body, mind and spirit and will strike anyone down who tries to devalue that. He is surrounded by fire energy, being bold, loud, proud and aggressive, he also has some air and earth energy around to keep him balanced. Divination showing up for him as well makes me feel like him and Taehyung are partaking in more spiritual activities. It is practically confirmed that one or both of them does divination and probably uses it to their benefit and to help the ones around them. He is feeling confident, strong, calm and very centered and sure of who he is. He might want to slow down a tad more but he's doing well still, he should still give attention to his personal truth and being mindful of not losing himself amid the behaviours of others. He also needs to focus on communication and how to best convey his thoughts. He has a lot of ideas, a lot of visions that he wants to bring to life that will bring in some challenges in him needing to find alternate methods of communication. He should also be wary of his energy and any haphazard actions or failing to fall through.

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supercorpkid · 3 years

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You’re going to wish you were dead, instead.

Part 4 of T is for Trauma - The Series

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2370.

Warnings: kidnapping. Injuries. Next level angst.

Previously on the series – part 1, part 2, part 3

You open your eyes when someone kicks your stomach twice. You can’t control the vomit that comes right after, when your body finally understands that you’re up.

“Gross! Boss! The child threw up on my feet.” He walks away from you.

You want to appreciate that fact that you just did something to one of them, but everything hurts so much, like your skin is being peeled off of your body, that right now your only wish is that you could just die already so you don’t have to feel this unbearable pain anymore. Never in your worst nightmares, you’ve imagined you could feel so much pain you would wish you were dead instead.

“Stupid shit doesn’t die of over-exposure. It’s been hours! Maybe we should just shoot her, so she can bleed out to death.” One of them says and you pray they’re being serious.

“Please.” You plead. “End this.”

The boss kneels in front of you, with a creepy satisfied smile on his face. He looks behind him, to the other guys, and starts laughing like you just told the funniest joke in the world. His goons start laughing with him.

“I’m not going to end this. I wouldn’t want to stop all this fun you’re having!” He stands up, the same creepy smile still on his lips. “You know, you Kryptonians are funny. You act like Gods deciding everyone’s fate with some kind of morality no one even knows if you actually have. So, you’re ok with putting us through pain, but you can’t take any?”

“They are some weak Gods.” One of his henchmen says, and he looks back like he is telling him to shut up.

“Your world exploded for a reason. No kryptonian was supposed to survive. But then Supergirl and Superman came to Earth. Now, they are here dictating rules, expecting everyone to follow them. Who do they think they are? Those cockroaches.” He spits on the floor next to you, and you feel saliva hitting your face. “They’re not even supposed to exist, let alone procreate.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You whimper, and he gives his maniac laughter again.

“I’ll do you a solid though, just because you’re just a little kid.” He raises a hand and quickly one of his goons puts a gun in his hand. He points at your leg. “I’ll make a little hole, to accelerate your dying process, ‘kay?” And he shoots your leg.

You scream as loud as you can, with all the strength still left in you. You thought you were already in so much pain because of the kryptonite, that this wouldn’t add up and you wouldn’t feel any more. You were wrong. The pain piled up on top of each other. So right now, the inside of your body is agonizing, your leg is burning and you’re bleeding out. Is this pain going to go on forever? It sure feels like it, because no matter how much you pray for it, you’re still not dead.

No, you’re not dead. You’re just lying there in your own vomit and blood, thinking about how much you want this nightmare to end, one way or another, when you hear gunshots. You close your eyes, thinking they’ve changed their minds and decided to shoot you multiple times to end your pain, but you don’t feel anything.

“Supergirl, I’ve been expecting you.” What? You open your eyes when you hear that. You can’t see her, the boss is in front of you with his body, but you get a glimpse of red and your heart beats faster. “As you can see, I have kryptonite and your daughter. Now, would you-”

“FUCK YOU!” She flies towards him with her closed fist, throwing him to the other side of the room. You can’t see him, but you know there’s no way he can recover fast from that. Kara kneels before you, and rips the chains with her hands, tossing the kryptonite to the other side of the room, like it doesn’t even affect her anymore. And if it does, it’s not as painful as seeing your situation.

You thought that once you were free of kryptonite, the pain would go away. It didn’t. Your body still feels like it is up in flames. Kara touches your face, you whimper. You can’t barely make up her face with your one functioning eye, but you see your pain reflected on her face.

She is still kneeling next to you, when she hears a noise coming from where she threw the guy. She blows her freeze breath, holding him back a little. Kara looks around, like she’s looking for something.

“I’ll be right back, my love. Ok? Momma is here.” She disappears right after, but comes back a few seconds later, hair blowing, and even though you didn’t see a thing, you know she just used her super speed.

“Mommy. I’m dying.” You whisper and Kara holds you up, carrying you in the most protective way she can.

“Shhh. You’re ok. Mommy is here. You’re ok.” Kara looks around again and you see aunt Alex going inside the room with the biggest gun you’ve ever seen. “He’s tied up in the corner.”

“J’onn and I got this. Take her to the DEO and put her under the sun light lamp, I’ll be there in a few.” Alex goes to the other side of the room, but you still can hear her. “Oh, you thought it was funny shooting my niece? I’ll show you funny!”

You don’t hear anything else. Kara is flying with you back to National City, and you look up to her. Hair flying in the wind, tears dropping from her eyes, she can’t take her eyes off you.

“I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re safe, baby.” She gives you the saddest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Mommy, I’m dying.” You repeat very slowly, because you don’t have any strength left to speak, and you know Kara can hear you either way. And you need her to know. She needs to know you’re probably not going to make it.

“No, you’re not. You’re ok. We’re going home, ok? We’re almost there. Mommy is here with you and your mom is waiting for you. You’re ok, baby.” Kara is crying so hard you barely make out what she’s saying.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I love you.”

“I love you, little one. I’m sorry. I love you. I love you. I’m sorry.” She keeps repeating that until you close your eyes. You can finally let go, you said everything. She knows you’re sorry, she knows you love her. So, you stop fighting the inevitable.

You thought you would die. You wished you had died. But you’re still here. You hear voices and you feel hands on your body. Someone’s touching your leg, it hurts like a bitch. Someone is squeezing your hand, it’s reassuring. Someone’s kissing your forehead over and over again, it’s calming.

You keep waking up and blacking out. But you don’t think they know this, because you can’t talk, can’t open your eyes, can’t move your body. All you can do is feel pain.

“Baby, my baby. I know you can do this. You can come back to us, please, please. I love you so much, babygirl. You’re my everything.”

“Mom, why isn’t she up yet? It’s been days! You said she would be awake by now.”

“Jamie, I-I don’t… She will wake up, honey. Just give her time, she needs to rest.”

“No. No, mom. She’s supposed to be up by now! Bring her back! Do something!”

“I’ve done everything I can, Jam. Come on, honey. Let’s go. Come.”

“Alex, there must be something else we can do.”

“Kara, you know how much I want her back too, I just- I’m sorry, it’s out of my hands now.”

“I wish I could switch places with her.”

“I know, Kar. I know. Go home, you’ve been in here for days. Go see Lena. Go be with your wife.”

You keep wishing you were dead. But you don’t die, and you also don’t come back to life. You’re half alive, and that’s not enough for anyone.

“Hey, little one.” You hear softly, and your heart beats fast. For the first time you feel you have enough strength to do something. You need to let her know you’re still alive. “I brought donuts, and your homework again.”

You try to ask for food, because you’re starving, but you can’t talk.

“I’ve been doing your homework for the past two weeks, and I have to say, I don’t know how you do this. It’s so much stuff, and you still find time to work on your inventions, and go to trainings…”

Yep, your life’s not as easy as it seems.

“Oooh, want to have a laugh? Your teacher sent me your physics homework yesterday and I obviously didn’t know anything, so I asked your mom for help and guess what? Apparently, Lena doesn’t know everything. It took her ten minutes to solve a problem. It was freaking hilarious.”

It sounds hilarious. You wish you were there.

“Hey. Was that a little laugh?” Kara asks and you try to smile again so she can see it. “I’ll tell Lena you laughed at her. Wait, no. I can’t do that, she’ll have hope.” She breathes heavily and your heart shrinks. “Shoot, I’m crying on your homework again. Your teacher will start wondering.”

You want to wake up so badly. You don’t know why your body doesn’t obey you. You’ve been in this bed under the sun for two weeks apparently. Is your body ever going to respond?

“Hold me.” You beg, trying to make your voice come out. It feels like you’re stuck in those nightmares where you feel like you’re screaming, but no one around hears anything. “Please.”

“Alex said we can take you home, with the lights and all. I’m scared, because I know that here, you’re being watched by doctors, but-” You feel her hand stroking your face gently. “I want you to be comfortable, and I want to lay in bed with you all day. So, should I? Should I take you home?”

YES. Please. Do it. Please. All you want is to go home.

“Yeah. I know. We shouldn’t move you too much. We don’t know what’s going on inside you, right? Besides-” You feel Kara’s warmth next to you. “I can lay in here with you, even though Alex tells me not to. We don’t have to tell her, right?” You feel Kara’s arms around and your eyes water immediately. “Baby, are you crying? Did I- Did I hurt you?” She moves away. “ALEX! ALEX! SHE’S CRYING. DO SOMETHING.”

There’s a weird taste on your mouth. Metallic and bitter. You need to get out of this bed, you need to go back to your life. And you feel it has to be now, or it will be never.

You open your eyes, slowly. It’s hard, it’s like they were glued together. It’s all blurry and undefined. You just see bright yellow, but it’s the first time you’re seeing some color in a while so you can’t complain about it.

“Baby! Kara, Alex! She’s awake!” You hear Lena’s voice and you see black and white mixed with the yellow. It’s probably her hair and face, but you can’t know for sure. There are no shapes, just colors. “Baby, baby, it’s ok. Mom is here.” Lena kisses your face and you feel hands on your body. There’s a very strong hand holding yours, and you know it’s Kara, because she is holding so hard it hurts. And you feel Alex’s hands touching your pulsing points.

“Hey, little one. Can you say something?” Kara asks and you open your mouth.

“My bones.” You whisper so slowly it’s pretty much inaudible; you’re sure only Kara can hear you, and only because of her super hearing.

“Oh, oh, sorry.” She stops squeezing your hand and kisses it, gently. “I forgot about the loss of powers.”

Wait, what?

“Ok, you two move away, please.” Now you see red, mixed with the yellow. “Hey kiddo, this is aunt Alex. Listen I have to do a few tests with you, ok? If you can hear me perfectly, blink once.” You blink once. “Perfect. You’re doing really well. Now, if you can see me perfectly, blink once.” You don’t blink. “Oh, ok. Is it blurry?” You blink once. “Ok, don’t worry, it will go back to normal with time. Now, I want you to move your left leg, just a little. Can you do that for me?” You do it.

She then makes you move every part of your body, and slowly but surely you do all that she asks. You hear Kara and Lena’s celebrations next to you and you smile proud of yourself.

“Hey kiddo, that was perfect! Next time you wake up, you will feel a lot better. I promise you.” You feel a squeeze in your hand, and you give her a little smile. “I don’t want you to get tired, so you can go back to sleep now, and we’ll work more later ok?”

“Wait.” You whisper and she puts her ear close to your mouth so she can hear you. “Lena.”

“She wants you.”

Lena takes Alex’ spot, holding your hand and putting her ear close to your face so she can hear you better.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no baby, you don’t have anything to feel sorry for. Everything is alright. Listen.” You feel Lena wiping the tears from your cheeks. “You were right. I’m sorry I made you feel like you’re not the most important thing in the world for me, because you are. You are. Stop-stop worrying about it. Just use everything you have to recover, ok?” You nod weakly. “I love you.”

“We love you.” You hear Kara’s voice and you breathe deep.

“Mommy.” Your voice comes out a little stronger, but it is still just a whisper.

“Mommy is here, little one. I’ve got you. We’ve got you.” Kara says and you close your eyes again. Your body might still ache, but your heart doesn’t ache anymore.

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Slow & Steady [P6] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

A/N : Hello ! I wanted to start by thanking you guys for the AMAZING responses on chapter 5. This makes me want to continue investing in this story !! I read all of your messages and I cherish them, they make me want to continue. I'd also like to thank my beta reader for her hard work. I hope that you will enjoy this chapter as much as the others.

Please always tell me your opinion as it’s my kryptonite ! Also feel free to ask to get tagged.

Synopsis : Isn’t love a matter of timing after all ? That’s what Sabo has always thought. It was about finding the right tempo, making the right moves and hitting the right spot. Patience is a virtue after all, and he had a lot of it. It all started when your ex cheated on you. You were heartbroken, you needed someone and he was there. Was he always that hot ? You didn’t know. But after that night you have never seen him in the same way. Chapter Warning : Smoking (cigarettes) - mention of ex relationships AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203/chapters/81748033

P I - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6

I made a playlist for this chapter but I suggest you listen to it after ! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3posJHlUg1XFJzQbPkjF0J

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The crimson-haired man ceased to look at you, as if it hurt to do so. Your lack of response discouraged him. How could it be otherwise? You had created a narrative where he was a cheater, believed in it, ended the relationship - all of this without him knowing; without him even doubting it. It was ironic enough that he who saw so clearly in the future, he who knew how to read people’s moves so easily was totally blind when it came to love. Or maybe had he tried to blind himself? To overlook the fact that you weren’t answering your phone anymore? To find excuses upon excuses for you? He had always been that type of person after all. As a big brother, as a “responsible” person, it was second nature to him to bottle up his feelings and to never lose composure. And even in this moment, he couldn’t tell you how much your actions hurt him.

But for once, he accepted the fact that he saw a future that you weren’t a part of. Deep down, he knew that by overlooking the signs and hints, he has also played a role in the downfall of your relationship.

He saw it too clearly: you weren’t his anymore. Just like when you excluded him from the decision making, choosing to put an end to your relationship on your own - you didn’t even have the courage to tell him that yourself. He had to do the same: fill in the gaps and read between the lines. He remained silent for a moment. He got up from his seat when he gave up on you saying anything.

He moved towards the door, ready to leave all your shared memories behind his back.

People don’t always get the closure they need in order to move on, he knew that too well.

“Katakuri,” you called for his name weakly. He didn’t know if it was his imagination or if you had really pronounced his name. He turned his head towards you, unimpressed.

Your heart was pounding hard in your chest. You knew that if you let him go now you would regret it forever. You knew that you had to tell him about everything. He deserved it, after all. It was hard to be the bad guy of the story. But you had been a bitch and you had to face the consequences of your behavior. Wasn’t that what being an adult meant?

“There is something else that I think you need to know,” He seemed interested now. He was listening to you without turning your way.

“I apologize for everything that I have done and I know that you will probably not forgive me and honestly, if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't either.” You took a deep breath before going on. “What I am going to say might be hard to hear, but I feel like you need to know it.”

You don’t know exactly how the rest followed, nor how you found the courage to tell him about everything. You didn’t get to any details, it would have been too cruel, but you told him what he needed to know.

“I am really sorry, but I think that it’s best for us to split up. My feelings have changed, I have caused enough damage as it is. I think that it’s better for both of us. I am really sorry I hurt you.”

You looked down and from this angle you couldn’t see his smile. It was bitter, the smile of someone that had seen all of this coming. And yet, he was relieved that you confided in him. It was the closure he needed after all. At least now, he could move on.

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The cigarette trembled between your index and middle finger. Your head was clouded. It took too much effort to try and empty your head, to try not to think of what was going to happen. You had lost so much already and what you were going to lose was beyond repair. With every breath you took, you felt your stomach contract and your legs get weaker. It was one of those days when you wished you hadn't woken up. Despite all of this, a feeling of peace submerged you. Peace? Maybe because you had been honest to your ex, maybe because you were trying to be honest to yourself. What got you into this situation was your indecision after all. You didn’t want to hide anymore.

If you can’t see it, then it doesn’t exist. This mentality of yours had to change and you were going to change it tonight. It was the best opportunity, it had to happen, you had to grow. Maybe to some extent, your “romantic” failures weren’t all to blame on others, maybe you also played a role, maybe you weren’t ready yet. Didn’t Sabo say the same thing?

“I thought that you stopped a long time ago.”

A firm voice broke your trance. His hand snitched the cigarette from your lips before putting it out with the sole of his shoe.

“Hey!” You whined in protest, features softening when you were met with his dark eyes.

“I did quit. But I was stressed,” you tried to justify yourself. “I needed it.” You mumbled.

“Bullshit. You always have the choice.” He shrugged and took place next to you on the sidewalk.

Choices, decisions, you were already done with all of this. An awkward silence swallowed the atmosphere, but it seemed as if it was only awkward for you.

Now that you had nothing to do with your fingers and mouth, you started scratching at your wrist slightly - a nervous tic.

The ambience of the park offered you, however, a feeling of safety. The darkness hid your embarrassment. He was now sitting next to you and it was as if words deserted your mind. He didn’t want to pressure you, he didn’t say anything. Under the moonlight, his blond hair took on a silvery shade. He kept looking in front of him, hands in his pockets. Silence didn’t bother him, he knew that something was wrong, otherwise you wouldn’t have texted him to come to the park at around midnight.

Truth is, you couldn’t calm down, you felt like you had to come clear about this whole situation, you felt like you had to make a decision. You felt that if you let today pass, then you would find one hundred excuses and hide again.

It was now or never.

“Sabo,” you started.

“Y/N,” he mirrored your answer.

“I’m going to tell you something... But please don’t judge me, alright?”

“Have I ever judged you?” He arched an eyebrow, his eyes meeting yours, making you switch your gaze almost instantly.

“Well... You have... Like that time I used the microwave at your place…”

“Y/N, you microwaved a fork…” You fake pouted as you playfully punched his arm.

“Well, the fork was in the bowl and Ace was there and he didn’t say anything! Not my fault.”

“And you trusted Ace?” he smiled and held your wrist to stop you. “He’s a living disaster. You guys can’t do anything without me, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah. What would I do without my Mr. know-it-all of a best friend?” you laughed it off.

Best friend. That word reminded you of the reason why you contacted him so late. You coughed two times, trying to switch his attention to you. Laughing things off helped ease the atmosphere. You twirled a hair strand around your finger then started as if you were going to give a speech.

“Hey, I’m gonna try to... be decisive…”

“That’s some character development.”

“Sabo!”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” he said with a sweet smile. You sighed and started bouncing your leg nervously.

“So If I called you tonight it’s not to have the pleasure of your company… and it’s not to rip you off your precious hours of sleep... It’s also not to... ”

Noticing that you were starting to diverge from the topic, he held your hand in his softly and gave you an encouraging look. Honestly speaking, he didn’t have much patience around others but he had loads of it with you.

“I called you for something else. And don’t you dare hang up on me next time! I want to have a serious conversation about…everything, about us, and most importantly about…” you sighed before continuing “About my ex situation.”

He took his hand off yours now that you seemed calmer. He was surprised by your willingness to talk about such matters. It was a pleasant surprise to him, it meant that you wanted to take things in hand, that you were growing.

“I’m listening to you.”

“I thought that it was only fair for you to know as well... that I fucked up pretty badly. I assumed that my ex cheated on me and as it turns out, he didn’t. I just learned it this evening so I feel very confused and bad. It’s a long story. It was just me, assuming things because I was scared and because I feared confrontation. Then everything happened so fast between you and me... I shouldn’t have... I feel very ashamed. For him, for you, for acting so immature.”

Your voice cracked and you couldn’t hold your tears any more. You looked down and started wiping your tears with both hands on your face. You didn’t want to cry in front of him because you had caused him pain as well. Sometimes not taking action is also an action and it has consequences.

You didn’t dare look at him, did he look disappointed? Did he stop loving you? After all, you didn’t even know the reason behind his love. Maybe he was “playing games” too as that anon suggested on Reddit. No, you couldn’t afford to assume things again now. You had to be honest, raw, vulnerable. You couldn’t see his reaction through your tears, but you felt his hand on the top of your head, gently bringing you towards him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Wow, this really sucks.” You were surprised by his reaction, but the fact that it wasn’t one of disappointment as well as his easy-going demeanour released your stress. You started sobbing, shoulders shaking. He didn’t know how to react at first, but one thing he knew for sure: you came first, and he hated to see you cry.

“Shh... Here, here... It’s okay to cry... Let it all out...” He then continued “It’s going to turn out just fine. You can count on me, okay?”

“I was a really bad person. I should’ve acted differently. I should’ve at least told you... or Nami or someone... but I just... assumed things... I was so scared that you’d stop... that you’d stop being my... friend... And stop loving me…”

His grip tightened around your shoulder as he pressed you a bit closer to him. He offered you a warm smile as he spoke in the same light note.

“Well, whatever happened, happened. I don’t think that you are a bad person. You’re human and you made a mistake that you’re now aware of. I know that you had no ill intentions. At least you learned something, hm? And about me... Aren’t you underestimating me a bit?” He smiled in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Did you forget that I’m Luffy and Ace’s brother? I’m tough, you know.”

You were overwhelmed by his kindness, and this just made you realize that it wasn’t only about your feelings, you couldn’t count on everyone else to put up with you and clear up your mess.

“Sabo, you’re so kind.” Despite your mascara running under your eyes and you looking like a total mess, he found you incredibly beautiful. He felt proud, he knew how hard it was for you to go through all of this. He felt like it was worth it that he had loved you for this long, you were honest and strong, even if you weren’t aware of that strength, you had proven it in this moment.

“I’m not being kind.” He meant it; after all, his intentions weren’t all that innocent towards you, he had wanted you from the start. “I’m just being truthful, as your best friend.”

Maybe he wanted more, but he was content being your friend as well. Since for him everything needed time, he had no right to rush you.

Love is a matter of timing after all. Too fast and all of his subtle efforts would go to waste.

“About that... I mean... The “best friends” part...” He could easily see your chest heaving with your breath. Your heartbeat raising little by little until it was unbearable, your lower lip slightly trembling as you dreaded the weight of the words you were going to pronounce. He looked at you with genuine interest and curiosity; he laid off a bit, turning your way.

“I don’t think that we could act this way anymore...” You dug your nails into the palm of your hand nervously.

“I... told Katakuri about everything. I told him that I couldn’t be with him anymore because of how things have changed. I can’t be here and pretend that nothing happened when so much did…”

“Nothing has changed for me.” He said in a stable voice, trying to anticipate your reaction. Despite being sure of himself, of every step he had taken till now, he felt a hint of uncertainty, for this was a variable that he hadn’t taken into consideration.

“But everything changed for me, and I can’t ignore it. I can’t continue to play pretend... Of course it was convenient for me... And I didn’t wanna lose... Whatever it is that we have. But I didn’t realize that it had already changed. I can’t be your friend anymore, Sabo. Not like this. Not with these thoughts in mind. Not after…” Y our eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes and back. “After... everything we did.”

You didn’t give more reasons, but your eyes gave one hundred more.

We can’t be friends because I touched myself to the thought of you. Because I can’t help but think about being with you. Because I don’t stand the thought of you being with someone else. Because I love the way your arms fit around me. Because I love everything about you, from the way you say my name to these stupid blond eyelashes that reflect the light everytime you blink. And most importantly... because I love your way of loving me unconditionally.

As much as I want you...

As much as you want me back...

I can’t be with you, not now, because it would hurt me and hurt you even more, because I have to make a decision, because I can’t draw the line between love and lust and because I am afraid to wrong you in the way I was wronged.

But just for a moment, just for this time, you wanted to kiss him just one last time. You wanted to get intoxicated by that mint smell that you have grown addicted to. He looked at you as he drank your words, eyes reflecting the darkness of the sky. His piercing gaze seemed to understand your dilemma. Suddenly, the emptiness of the park felt too weighty and the air too heavy.

“Say something,” you pleaded, almost begging him to break the silence.

To words, he preferred actions. Before you even realized, he captured your lips into the kiss you were longing for. His hand was fast to encircle your back, pressing your upper body against his. Your fingers instinctively reached for the fabric of his shirt, tugging on it as to pull him closer. For him to kiss you so passionately, it only made you realize his burning desire for you. The more you kissed in an attempt to ease your craving, the hungrier you got for his lips, for his stupid minty taste. But it wasn’t nearly enough for you, the growing warmth and tingles created a desire that you were unable to appease yet. You pressed your legs together when his free hand gently rubbed your thigh. He kissed you deeply, almost willing you into giving up on your decision to give in to his embrace. He was indeed that good of a kisser, making you want to shift into his lap and have him inside of you. You whined at this thought growing more eager, tongue chasing his, teeth nibbling on his lips. But you eventually had to break the kiss, even when you prayed for the seconds to last for hours, it was bound to end. You took a moment to collect your breath again. His eyes were demanding, pupils dilated and greedy, yours were more modest, shifty.

“Looked like you were dying for it.”

He broke the silence, finger tracing your neck before lifting up your chin, making you lose composure as you looked into his deep gaze. It was too late to deny it, you were indeed dying for it. But instead of satiating you, that kiss felt like the promise of something forbidden. You only groaned meekly as an answer, feeling too weak to actively protest. You indulged in his embrace, resting your head in the crease of his neck. You breathed in his scent, even his hair smelled fresh like mint. As you took in a bigger gulp of air, you could inhale the subtleties of a thyme or violet underlying smell. What shampoo did he use? Another diverging thought that you discarded.

You closed your eyes. “Can we stay like this for a little longer?” you asked, and who was he to deny you so little? He revelled in your desperate need for his touch. He felt needed, wanted, but he knew that he shouldn’t get carried away, he knew that it wasn’t the right timing yet. So he just let you sink into his warmth. For now.

You peeled yourself off of him reluctantly. Your eyes avoided his. Nice progress ,he thought, but there was still need for improvement.

“I can’t be selfish, not anymore. I have to make a decision. I am sorry I can’t make up my mind yet.” Your voice cut through the silence, firm, yet not devoid of sensitivity.

You needed time, it was clear, but he was nothing if not patient with you. He was ready to settle for your friendship for now while he worked for your love, but he liked your idea more. He wasn’t one to push his emotions onto you, he was there to lead the dance, to toss a bottle into the sea. If good news came then good for him, if nothing came out then he had gambled and lost. But he wasn’t as detached and passive as things might have seemed, as he took multiple variables into consideration to place his best bet.

“Take all the time you need.” Not an ounce of annoyance was to be detected in his voice. It was steady, a rock that couldn’t be moved. He had what it took, he knew what he wanted and he was ready to wait for it because he had the deep belief that you were worth the wait.

“Why are you so patient? Don’t you think you’re too confident? Aren’t you scared? ” It was genuine curiosity, but you bit your tongue realizing that your words might’ve seemed cocky or doubting. His lips stretched into a roguish smile, making him devastatingly handsome. And here he was, a Sabo that you had encountered a few times between two eyelash beats. It was so destabilizing, the way he morphed into a totally different person from one second to another, giving you a strange feeling. It was something that you couldn’t fully place yet. He kept escaping from your grip while being totally still. He was like sand between your fingers and you were fascinated by the prospect of catching him.

“I thought that it was obvious, doll.” Here he goes again, calling you sweet names and raising the rhythm of your heartbeats. How did he make everything sound good? You would’ve scoffed at anyone else calling you ‘doll’, but that voice of his made it sound oh so appealing. Or maybe it was the seed of desire that he had planted in your core, that was now growing and blossoming, vines intertwining with your lungs.

He got closer again, black eyes scrutinizing yours.

“You can have all the time you need. What I want is simple, non-negotiable, immutable.”

At first he was startled; your ex appearing out of nowhere seemed like an inconvenience, but after giving it some thought, he realized that he was in luck. He didn’t have to make you choose, the choice was there for you to make.

“And what is it that you want?”

“You. But all of you.” He looked you up and down as he said this then got up. He wasn’t the type to settle for less. He wanted no compromises, no half-open doors, no half assed answers. If he wanted something then it was all of it, out of respect for you and for himself. Another reason was probably that he knew: the longer the chase, the bigger the prize.

He got up since he considered that the conversation was over now and it was also getting late. You looked at him, eyes wide open, cheeks aflame. His voice trailed off, cutting through the silence.

“No rush, I think that it’s better for you to focus on your exams for now. Will you manage without my help?” Another charming smile, shifting back to that playful Sabo you have always known. The mood felt less serious now.

“I think I’ll do just fine this time…” you smiled gently, following his lead.

“Good, then. Good night.” He put his hand on your head, softly ruffling your hair before turning back. He seemed a bit more distant now, like he was plunged into some deep reverie. You instinctively got up, looking intensely at his back slowly fading into the darkness. Before his silhouette got completely enveloped, you shouted.

“Sabo!”

He turned back instantly and you threw something in the air towards him. He was quick to catch it.

“I don’t think I need these anymore. Take them!”

He opened his hands, looking at the packet of menthol cigarettes and a blue lighter. He put it into his back pocket prior to giving you a proud smile. He then continued his way back home, leaving you behind. You felt both relieved because things had gotten a bit clearer, yet apprehensive since your feelings were still very much unclear. But maybe what you felt above all was exhaustion. You looked for a moment at your empty hands. Did you make the right choice? Whether it was good or bad, you couldn’t care less. At least you had acted true to yourself.

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