#late night conversations are my kryptonite

[userlando]

Reader w bestie lando feeling down bc he’s surrounded by more conventionally attractive girlies/people because of his profile and him listing all the positive qualities and things that he likes about them except he lets slip saying he LOVES it about them n getting all flustered stuttering and then confessing years of longing my HEART can’t handle this pls add ur thoughts vulnerable lan is my kryptonite

oh my god please 😭😭

reassurance (1492 words) best friend lando/fem!reader confessing feelings

please beware that this can have allusions/mentions of body dysmorphia, reader being insecure and self-conscious about how she looks. nothing too major, but it may trigger someone!

The both of you are standing by the kitchen counter, it’s late and Max is sleeping upstairs, oblivious to what’s going on outside his bedroom door. It had been a long night of drinking with half the grid and their respective partners, buying out a VIP section and ordering buckets of icy drinks.

It was at two a.m. that your social battery died out and so did Lando’s. You didn’t think a person could be so happy as he got when he glanced your way and caught you surreptitiously hiding a yawn behind your hand, asking if you were ready to head out. He’d only had one drink, so he drove the both of you back to his and Max’s place.

The kitchen had become your refuge, only one small lamp being the source of light as you got comfortable by the counter. Lando had, as suspected, sought out Max’s stash of snacks, ignoring your halfhearted protests because the last time he’d raided the pantry, his best friend had gotten so pissed that he’d locked it.

Normally, you would’ve joined him in the drunken snacking, giggling and carrying a stupid conversation that usually went in the direction of weird-ville, ending with ‘what type of worm would you be, if you could choose one?’

But tonight, you were staring dubiously at the bag of Walkers and packet of Hobnobs, all kinds of self-conscious thoughts swirling in your mind. You thought of earlier that night, when you’d trashed the dress you had in mind because it didn’t look right on you. You thought of how you’d gone for jeans, immediately regretting it when you arrived at the club and spotted the girls in short skirts and gorgeous dresses that looked like it was moulded for them. It was difficult to not feel some kind of way when everyone around you looked like they’d just stepped off the runway.

“You alright, peach?” Lando’s voice cut through your thoughts and you glanced up at him, hanging over the counter and chewing loudly on biscuits.

You grimaced at the nickname, one that you really hadn’t had many feelings about until recently. It had started as a joke, being photographed walking the paddock with Lando during an obscure weekend and Lando had giggled so hard that he turned red, almost losing consciousness as he read a tweet someone had posted about you.

ass so fat it looks like a peach

It had been funny, and Lando never really let it go. He’d started calling you peach ironically, until it stuck and replaced your name entirely.

But now you weren’t so sure about the positive aspects of the nickname.

Lando made a noise in his throat, swallowing dryly around the crumbs and reaching a hand out to poke your cheek. You twisted away slightly, blowing out a breath.

“Lando!”

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He demanded, sounding much like a defiant child.

You gave him a look. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, I can see you pouting.”

“I’m not—“ You caught yourself before your blood pressure reached a new high. “Shut up.”

“Peach.” He said again and you looked down from his probing eyes, staring hard at the opened packet of Hobnobs that Max would for sure notice were missing.

“I just…” You trailed off, not knowing how to express your feelings without sounding so childish. What would you say? I don’t feel beautiful. I feel like an ogre next to your friends’ girlfriends. I hate the way I look. “I’ve been feeling a bit self-conscious lately, that’s all.”

Lando didn’t say anything and you looked up, thinking that he might’ve missed your words completely but he was staring at you softly, so gentle that emotions almost clogged your throat up. You scrunched your nose, and Lando let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding because he knew what that scrunch meant. He knew that was something that you automatically did when you were close to tears.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but smile a little tearfully.

Leave it to Lando to never push, to always listen and never judge you when you were feeling every range of emotion. It always tugged at your heart. You truly loved him.

“I feel like a sack of potatoes when I see the girls.” You laughed wetly, reaching a hand up to wipe away at your eyes. Lando smiled when you unknowingly smeared your makeup. “They’re my friends and I don’t resent them for it, but it strikes me sometimes how we’re so different when it comes to looks.”

Lando frowned a little at that, placing a hand on top of yours. Palm against palm, pointer finger finding your pulse point on your wrist and resting it there. The way he always did.

“I like potatoes.” He murmured and you shot him a dry look. “But you’re right, you are different.”

That made you frown deeper, bottom lip sticking out in sadness and it broke Lando’s heart. He hurried to wipe under your eye with a thumb, smiling gently.

“You’re different because you’re my peach. You’re different in the way you treat people with so much kindness that it blows my mind sometimes. You’re different in the way you smile so hard that your eyes disappear, just like that.” You shielded your face behind your hand, letting out a laugh you couldn’t contain. “You treat me like me. Not like Lando, the driver. You shove me when I burp and you twist my arm when I tease you. And I love you for it. I love that you’re different, and I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else.”

You blinked at him, slowly letting his words sink in.

“You love me?” You asked, aware that he might’ve meant it platonically but Lando’s reaction made you stop breathing for a second.

His cheeks turned pink, palms flattening on the surface of the counter to push himself up, like he was trying to put a little distance between you two. You’d only ever seen him act this way a handful of times, eyes wide and a little panicked, tips of his ears red as he opened his mouth and closed it. Like finding the right words was suddenly difficult.

“I mean— I just meant…” His voice died, shrugging a little helplessly the longer you stared at him.

Your heart was going a mile a minute, not believing what you were seeing but if Lando was fumbling his words and shrugging like he was hoping you’d let it go, he was dead wrong. You were gonna grip this opportunity with both hands and hold on.

“Look,” He pulled a face, blowing out a sharp breath of air through his mouth. “If I tell you something, will you hold it against me?”

Fuck. It was happening, wasn’t it?

“Perhaps.” You answered, voice almost inaudible because you were putting all of your excess energy into not passing the fuck out.

Lando rolled his eyes, looking a little trapped all of a sudden and you hurriedly rounded the corner, smiling at him when he took a small step back the closer you got to him.

He glanced at the counter like he considered walking around it, putting the distance back between you two but you quickly grabbed his arm, prompting him to look at you.

“How long?” You asked, soft and quite frankly, a little stunned.

“What?” He asked but his eyes said it all.

“Lando.”

“Stop.” He laughed, sounding breathless and a little frustrated. “Stop saying my name like that.”

You frowned at him, tilting your head when he turned his gaze away. He still hadn’t pulled out of your hold though, not even when you palmed his left pectoral. You didn’t know if it was wishful thinking or your imagination, but there was a steady thud against your palm that felt a lot like his racing heart and it made you smile.

“Like what?”

Lando sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, letting it go with a tsk.

“Like you love me.” He said quietly.

It was like someone had reached down your throat and grabbed your heart, squeezing the blood out and popping the vessels. You almost gasped for breath, smile stretching your lips and Lando’s expression went from cautious to slightly hopeful.

“What if I do love you?” You asked.

“Then…” He trailed off when your hand travelled from his pec to his cheek, cupping it. “Then I’d say I love you. I’d say that I’ve always loved you.”

You let out a laugh, like the absurd amount of happiness blooming in your chest was too hard to contain. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, getting on your toes to hug him properly.

“Took you long enough.” You murmured against his ear and Lando squirmed, pinching your side just to hear you squeak.

It was his favourite sound in the world.

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this isn’t beta read, I wrote this in my notes app at work so I hope it’s okay 🫣 it wasn’t smut this time (sorry) but I wanted to save the juicy stuff for longer fics hehe. I hope you enjoy this xx

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[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 11

word count: 1,194

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

July 28, 1988

Dear Will,

Tonight was… well, it was something else. Not how I expected it to go. I had gone to bed super early, since all our late night walkie conversations have been catching up to me. But you obviously had other plans. I woke up to the sound of light tapping on my bedroom window. I was so thrown off, since I’m usually the one sneaking out in the middle of the night, but there you were at 1am, hunched over my window sill, wearing a The Cure tee shirt and a pair of gym shorts. I still don’t know how you’re able to just walk around at night in such light clothing; I’d bundled up in preparation to sleep tonight because summer nights always get super cold out of nowhere, and I turn into an icicle otherwise. “What are you doing here?” I’d asked stupidly as I let you in. You grinned up at me and asked, “Wanna go somewhere?” You had that mischievous gleam in your eyes that never fails to make me simultaneously nervous and excited. When I’d asked what place you had in mind, you simply shook your head, insisting upon the location being a surprise.

I asked you if you wanted a sweatshirt or something before we headed out, you shook your head, insisted that you were fine… and then you shivered. I smirked down at you with a look that said, I told you so, before rifling through my closet to pull out a hoodie and toss it in your direction. As I watched you put my sweatshirt on, I got the feeling I always get whenever you wear (or steal) my clothes— the closest word I can use to describe it is possessiveness. The good kind, I promise. It gives me purpose– purpose for you, specifically– which is kind of my kryptonite, if I’m being honest. So, with that said, please feel free to take my whole wardrobe. Cool? Cool.

We stealthily made it out of my window and down onto the ground without dying, and then we grabbed our bikes before making our great escape. We biked out into the night, wind whipping through our hair, and I just felt so free. And for a second, just a split second, I imagined what it would be like if we were together, and we were sneaking off to make out in the woods or something. That would be so romantic. Or scary. I don’t know, but a guy can dream, right? Okay, I’m getting off topic.

We ended up sitting at the top of the cliff at the quarry, a place familiar to the both of us, but more haunting to me, if anything. I still haven’t told you the full backstory about what happened that day with Troy, James, Dustin, and El. I don’t think I ever will, to be honest. You’d just blame yourself for what I did. And that’s the last thing I want. Anyway, we sat there for 3 hours and talked about anything and everything. At one point, I asked you if you thought falling in love was in the cards for us. 

“What?” you said, turning to me with wide eyes. I realized then that it sounded like I had asked if you thought we would fall in love. Honestly, I probably would have come out to you right then if it weren’t for the look of horror painted on your face. So I backtracked.

“I mean… for either of us? Like, do you think you’ll ever fall in love?”

“I mean, speaking for myself…” you replied, swinging your legs back and forth over the edge of the cliff, just like you had on the swings the first day we met, “No, I don’t think so.” I asked why, and you said, “I don’t think I’m, like, lovable. I’m too damaged.” Which is so not true, because… well, Exhibit A: Michael James Wheeler, presenting with a severe case of Down Bad.

“Same here,” I said, looking up at the stars. “God, I thought I was the only one.”

“No, Mike, you’re far from unlovable,” you told me. You turned towards me then, lifting one leg back onto the ground below us and crossing it in front of you, and reached your hand out to touch the back of mine. If you saw me blushing… no you didn’t. “First of all,” you continued, “you’re not damaged; you’re perfect, just the way you are. Secondly, how could anyone not fall in love with you?”

“Very easily, apparently,” I said automatically, and I watched your eyebrows furrow.

“…You’re talking about El,” you frowned, and I’d instantly regretted opening my mouth at all. I was actually talking about both El and you. Because El and I never truly loved each other romantically, and you… you won’t ever love me in the way I love you.

“Yeah, but—“ I made an attempt to change the subject, to distance our conversation from the topic of my love life. But I failed miserably, because you cut me off with your typical, constant reassurance and encouragement.

“Just you wait, one day you’re gonna look back on this conversation and laugh. Any person would be incredibly lucky to be with you.”

Person. Person, Will. You’re my person. That’s what I wanted to say. But instead, my dumb ass said, “You really think so?”

“Yeah,” you told me, tears forming in your eyes, and I felt like I was in the van all over again. I was fucking this up, like, majorly.

“Well, that goes for you, too, Will. Seriously,” I said. “You’re incredible, and anyone who can’t see that is… a fucking idiot.” I, out of all people, would know. I was blind to my feelings for you for years.

You glanced down at our hands, brushing your thumb over my wrist before scoffing out a sarcastic, “Eloquent, Wheeler.” And don’t think I didn’t notice those beautiful eyes of yours light up when I turned my palm upwards, linking our fingers together. I swear, it’s like our hands were meant to hold each other. 

“I’ll take the compliment, Byers,” I said, and then you changed the topic to something along the lines of how you wanted to paint the scene in front of us in the scene of Van Gogh. I think you should go for it. You could totally pull it off.

We left the quarry around 4:45am, and you biked all the way back to my house with me, even though your house is in the complete opposite direction. You wrapped your arms around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug, and I held onto you right back, basking in the affection for as long as I could before it could get weird. I went right to my desk to write this as soon as you left, and now the exhaustion has crept up on me. So I’m gonna end the letter here. It’s more of a novel, actually.

I love you. I always will, Will. I know, the pun is getting really old. But the opportunity was right there.

Love,

Mike

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[morbidlemur]

I meet you at a bar. I need a place to be for a while. I don't intend to stay long or to go home with anyone. Just to spend a couple dollars on a soda and watch the faggots play. I approach the bar between you and an empty chair and wait a minute for the bartender to make a drink for some other man. I feel eyes on me but I don't look. I flag down the bartender and ask for a diet… whatever. The bar stocks Pepsi. I say that's great. The bartender asks if I want to open a tab and before I can answer you tell him to put it on yours. I look at you finally. You are so handsome and your devilish smile charms me immediately. I nod and the bartender and sit down.

I eye you up and down in the moment it takes the bartender to serve the drink. Strong, broad shoulders. Perfect lips. The kind of long curly hair that is always my kryptonite. I take a sip of my drink.

"Thank you, kind stranger" I say jokingly. You crack a smile and laugh and the sound is so beyond charming.

"you're welcome" you finally say.

We talk some inane bullshit for a while. I've promised myself I'm not talking politics tonight and I stick to that. The words, the topic of conversation, they don't matter anyway. They are just the format in which we play. I laugh and joke with you, touch your arm, bite my lip, brush my hair behind my ear. You touch my thigh, order for me, watch my every move like a carnivore. I am putting on a show for you and you love it. Ultimately, I stay much longer than I was meaning to, but I do eventually take your hand from my thigh and tell you it's time for me to go. You argue playfully at first. It's so late, you have a car, your place is close, it's a holiday weekend I couldn't possibly have anywhere to be early in the morning. Your hand grips my thigh, tighter this time. I go to pull it off and you don't let go.

I lock eyes with you "I'm leaving," I say.

"oh?" you respond. Your other hand reaches into your pocket under the bar revealing a folded knife and flicking it open. My eyes widen. "you're sure you don't want to come with me?".

I look frightened, but you've been reading me all night. You know I'm not stupid. You know I'm plenty capable of procuring help if that's what I really wanted. You can almost see my cock move. You sneer. "Yeah, let's go," you say.

We walk to your car and drive to your place. I'm watching your silhouette against the window as you drive. It's dark and I can't see your face. I try to remember which pocket the knife was in.

As we enter the house you close the door softly and then suddenly whip around and grab me by the collar of my shirt pushing me into the wall, almost lifting me off the ground. You kiss me hard and violent, you're tongue invades my mouth pressing my jaw open. You back off for a second and laugh at my shocked and frightened face.

You lead me to the stairs and make it part way up then before impatience gets the better of you and you throw me up to the landing. It knocks the wind out of me. You grab my hair while I search for air, pulling me to the bed and splaying me out on my back. Before I realize it you've ripped my pants and underwear off. I'm half naked on your bed. I squeeze my thighs together and it takes an immense amount of strength to pry them apart, so much that you almost struggle. My cock is hard and pressed against my stomach. You hold my thighs apart and take your cock out stroking it a little against me. You take the knife out of your pocket and admire it, then admire the look in my eyes as I track it fearfully.

You move the hand with the knife in it up my shirt, feeling my stomach, my chest, then brace the knife against the neckline and pull down until my shirt rips all the way down to the hem. I feel you throb as you look at my bare chest and naked body for a moment before grabbing one of my thighs with one hand and pulling it against you as you thrust into me.

I half gasp half moan as your hard cock stretches me out for the first time. "I knew you wanted wanted me faggot," you growl. I whimper pathetically and you slap me in the face "shut the fuck up" you snarl. I feel perfect, almost too tight around your cock, but slick with precum. Only one thing is keeping you from ecstacy. You've been drinking all night, it's time to break the seal.

You pull your cock out and hold it over me pissing all over my body with no warning. I gasp and whimper trying even harder to pull away, but you have me pinned by the hip. You thrust back into me and I cry out and whimper loud. You lock eyes with me and say mockingly "Oh don't worry, I didn't forget about you" as your strong hand presses down sudden and hard on my bladder making me piss all over myself.

I am pathetic and embarrassed and throbbing hard. I burst into tears. My bodily fluids are everywhere, my precum, my piss, my tears. I'm tight around you as you slam into me. My pathetic sobbing only makes you harder. You're so fucking close.

You grab my cock far too hard and I yelp. You're stroking me hard to feel me tighten around you. My gasps and whimpers turn to moans. I can't help myself. The pain and overstimulation feel too good. It doesn't take long for me to shoot all over myself. You keep stroking me and I keep cumming till it's almost excruciating. I'm so tight around you you can barely move. You flood me with your load. Your cum is hot and sticky filling me making me cum one last time, my whimpers mingling with your deep throaty groans as you mark my insides.

Finally you pull your cock out of me and fold my legs over to one side to slap my ass "good boy" you drawl condescendingly, before disappearing into the bathroom to clean up.

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[batfam-imagines]

Been Awhile - Part 2

As soon as initial introductions are made you and Kon quickly make your way to the Zeta-Tube. Clark had promised to slow Bruce down enough for you to get away, but your father wasn’t Batman for nothing.

“Y/N!” He sounds almost frantic as he tries to get to the tubes before you. “Y/N, wait!”

Conner quickly inputs the coordinates to Metropolis and pushed you into the machine, “I’ll meet you at home. Love you”

“Kon, what - !” But it was too late, the Zeta-Beam has already started and soon Metropolis materializes around you. “Shit”

--

Kon stands tall in the Watchtower hallway, his wife safe on Earth, and Batman standing menacingly in front of him.

“Step aside Kon-El, I need to speak to my daughter.”

The Kryptonian snorts, “Y/N hasn’t been your daughter for years now, Batman. Just because you find out she’s married doesn’t give you the right to speak to her.”

Bruce yanks off his cowl and glares at his, supposed, son-in-law, “I have every right to speak to her! She’s my daughter!”

“And she’s my wife! Y/N and I have been together since we were sixteen! I proposed after her high-school graduation, and we got married a week after her college graduation! How many years is that, Bruce?!” Batman opens his mouth to respond, but Kon doesn’t give him a chance, “Six years now, Y/N graduated with two bachelors degrees in 3 years! And you haven’t been there for any of her accomplishments! Last time she was at the Manor, Damian told her that she was a burden!”

“I didn’t -”

“All these years she’s been waiting for you to notice! Waiting for you to reach out, hoping you’d remember you had a daughter at all! But no, the only brother she’s talked to is Jason and he’s off the grid so often it hardly counts!”

Kon stops and takes a deep breath, “I have no doubt that she’ll forgive you eventually. Y/N sees the best in everyone, no matter how often people disappoint her. But I won’t. I won’t forget how many nights I had to hold my wife while she cried because of you and your family. I won’t forgive everything I heard you say to her. Before I wasn’t able to do anything about it, but now I can.”

Bruce’s hand drifts toward one of his belt pouches, “Are you threatening me?”

“No” Kon flashes a bright smile, the one Y/N says is so wide that it ends up being creepy, “Not yet”

--

When Kon finally shows up at home he immediately wraps you in his arms, squeezing as tight as he dares, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, we really didn’t think he’d be there.”

“I know, doesn’t make it any easier to see him,” You pull back and give Kon a smack in the chest, “But what you did was even more stupid! You know he carries Kryptonite on him and you still wanted to go up against him!”

Kon chuckles, “I wasn’t really thinking about that at the time, ya know? I was much more concerned with getting you away from him”

Before you can respond, your cell phone starts going off, “We aren’t done with this conversation, Kon-El.”

Your husband just grinned and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “Go see who it is, maybe Alfred heard about today.”

“Maybe,” Before you can even pick it up the phone goes to voicemail, and immediately starts ringing again, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Y/N, is that you?” Your fathers voice trickles through the phone, “I wanted to talk about today -”

“How did you get my number?” Kon glances up from where he’s started on dinner, his head tilting – asking to listen in, you nod, “How did you get my number!? We haven’t spoken for years, and you think -”

“I’m sorry! I called to tell you that I’m sorry! Connor told me what you had been doing these past years … I didn’t realize – I didn’t realize how much I’d missed.”

“You didn’t realize that it’s been four years since we’ve had an actual conversation? You didn’t realize that I’d moved out, graduated from high school, got engaged, graduated from college, gotten married? You didn’t realized that I made a name for myself? You didn’t realize that - that Damien hates me, that Tim doesn’t think I’m smart enough to be in the family, that Dick has never trusted me? Tell me, did I miss anything, Father?”

“Y/N … I’m so sorry”

“Sorry isn’t enough! It isn’t enough for everything you and my brothers put me though!” You take a shuddering breath, trying to regain your composure. “I found my own family, one that loves me for me. I have a husband, a mother and father-in-law, a - a crazy uncle, even a grandmother now. Alfred is the only one who knew about everything that was happening, he’s the only one I still talk to consistently. Jason tries, but he’s gone on his own missions so often that we’ll go months without talking.”

“Y/N -”

“Stop interrupting damnit! I don’t want to talk to you! I don’t forgive you! And if you even want me to try it’ll a hell of lot more than you finding my phone number and randomly calling it. Now, goodbye and goodnight”

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Been Awhile - Part 1 

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[to-the-stars8]

Love and Neighbors

Parings; Clark Kent x Reader 1-Small Talk In Elevators

2- Thin Walls

Clark had heard you sneezing and sniffling all night. You had finally fallen asleep just as he started to get ready for work, but it didn’t last long as, just as he was stepping out the door, your coughing caught his attention. Groaning in utter defeat to the sickness, you whined to yourself about feeling like hell but still shuffled around to find something to help you. 

For a moment, Clark thought about staying, not caring he would be late to work, to help you, but knew you would rather stay sick than waste his time. Not that you would be wasting it at all, but he knew that’s what you would say as you had before. 

Throughout the work day, he made a list of things you might need--or what someone normal might need when being sick. It took a minute for him to realize, but Clark had never really been sick. Virtually nothing had ever made him ill except for kryptonite, but even then it was on a few, serious occasions that he ever ran into it. He had no idea of where to even start. So, he did the only thing he could think of doing and called his mom as he was leaving work. 

Martha Kent was in the middle of carrying in groceries when her son called and juggled the bags and her phone. “Hello, sweet boy!”

Clark blushed and scratched the back of his neck. “Hey, Ma. I kind of need your help with something.”

A bit of worry hit his mother’s heart. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah. Nothing too serious. It’s just… Well, my neighbor, I told you about?” When his mother hummed a yes, he continued. “She has a cold, but I don’t know how to help.”

Martha laughed a bit at her son’s ignorance. “I see. A few things to start…”

Clark jotted down the long list his mother gave him, and the things he would need to make some soup. At the end of the conversation, he was left more confused but at least knew how to make chicken soup now. 

Hurrying home, Clark gathered a care package together full of teas and tissues, to give you. You were still coughing and sniffling when he came back, and, when he knocked on your apartment door, only shouted for him to come in. It was a bit concerning that your door was unlocked, but he entered nonetheless. 

You were in bed looking absolutely miserable. When you realized exactly who it was, you sat up and attempted to fix your hair. 

“Clark, I wasn’t expecting you,” By the sound of your voice he could tell that your sinuses were blocked. 

Despite the bags under your eyes and the messiness of your hair, Clark saw nothing but how pretty you were. “I heard you coughing last night and thought I would bring you some tissues and soup.”

Tears pricked your eyes and you patted the end of your bed for him to sit, blabbing about how thankful you were despite the Nyquil-induced haze in your mind. He handed you the thermos which you opened up gratefully. You couldn’t smell it but trusted that it would taste delicious. 

“I’m sorry if I kept you up late. I’m sure I sounded like I was hacking up a lung,” You said, holding the spoon to your lips to blow off the steam. The soup was warm, that much you could say.

Clark scratched the back of his neck. “It’s really no worries, the walls are really thin.”

“I know,” You leaned back against the pillows. “You won’t believe some of the things I’ve heard from your apartment.”

The man spluttered out questions as to what you meant, but you wouldn’t answer. His questions were cut off by your sneeze, and he quickly took the thermos from you so it wouldn’t be jostled from the sudden movement. 

You groaned before sinking back into the pillows. “Clark, I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I won’t,” He answered quickly, then realized his mistake. “I mean, I’ve had all my shots, so I doubt it.”

Despite feeling like hell, you smiled at him. “Thank you for coming here with all this. You didn’t need to.”

“Yes, I did. I don’t think I could just be next door hearing you wallow in your own sickness,” Clark laughed lightly.

“That means the world to me,” You pulled your covers up. “Now leave me alone to sleep. I need to get better so I can pay you back.”

Clark rose from the bed, setting everything on your nightstand as he spoke. “You don’t need, to, really.”

Nonetheless, you threatened to get out of bed to push him out which resulted in the superhero leaving your apartment just so you wouldn’t move too much. Not without locking your front door first so no strangers would walk in. As Clark walked the few feet back to his apartment he thought about he looked forward to when you were better, but the happy thought was interrupted when he remembered you mentioning the things you heard from his apartment. What the fuck did you hear?

#clark kent fanfiction #clark kent x you #clark kent #clark kent x reader #superman x you #superman x reader #superman #kal el

[schlagerkopf]

Ableben

On paper, I’m supposed to despise Naftaly Bennett, very much so. But I don’t. I think he’s a solid dude. His external look gives me some kind of chill vibe. He’s got that Cheshire cat look. He’s the type of person I want to dance with, soaked in sweat, in a wedding or a big event.

Maybe it’s not Bennett I should despise, but his manager – the genius who came up with the elections slogan “Something new is happening”. This insanely transmittable slogan that showed on buses and other random places I’ve been and went these last few months has kept reminding me that terrible moment in which I was given the bad news that “something new is happening”.

It happened today exactly one year ago. Friday night, 15th of June 2012. I was 26, two months and four days. Lying on my bed, my old N95 phone from 2007 was stuck to my left ear. My airconditioner was making noises of working, hardly making anything cool – I wasn’t cool in any way, not the situation, not me. On the Friday night news in the living room, my parents were watching the panelists laughing about something, while I was slowly dying in my sinking bed. The room was lit only by the hour on the digital counter on the TV cable transmitter – eternalizing the hour in which love died. I won’t be 100% true if I will argue it is exactly what she said – “something new is happening”. Maybe it was “something is beginning”. Her stream of words continued without pause, her voice sounding as if she is a little unsure, trying not to hurt – but knowing how much it hurts, how much pain it brings about.

“He’s not sleazy, he’s really sweet”.

And then started my elegant pleas for another chance:

“I love you”

“Give love another chance”

“Please”

And the likes.

That also had a pretty built-in response, that was pretty much based around “too little, too late”.

“It’s over Amir, you do not hear how many ‘No’s’ I’m giving you in this conversation”.

Then: “Good luck in the exams”.

That’s it. Alles ist vorbei. I’m left alone, shocked, crying like a baby with my old ass phone, while everyone’s already got smartphone, and she’s probably going to kiss him and do other deeds that I will never ever do again with her in this dimension.

She tapped that long red thingy on iPhones to end the convo. For me it was a simple “END” button. And when they were hit, that’s it, it was over. One year and ten months. 18 months overall. 547 days. And that’s it. A little button is pressed, a little dance of a finger, and we turn from actuality to history. A notable part of two people’s lives has ended. One, as it seems, only wants to forget it. The other, good god, a 26 year old and 4 months man, crying like a baby.

  Yeshayahu Leibowitz was an Israeli public intellectual who said interesting things. On one show in 1994 he was asked if he missed old Israeli politicians, from the age of those who built up and founded Israel. He answered with his special accent that hints he was not born in Israel himself, that he does not understand the question.

“I do not understand the question. What does it mean to miss a person?”

The person who asked the question tried to sharpen, resulting in Leibowitz simply saying:

“All of these – they were right for their hour. And we are dealing in this hour”.

I watched this some sad evening and it lifted me up immensely. Here’s a role model. What is it to miss someone, at all? What good does it do? It helps nothing, it’s not constructive. What was once, was. What matters is now.

If Leibowitz indeed didn’t miss anyone, he was a superhero of sorts, and the strongest one. Superman can fly, yeah, sure, but doesn’t he miss someone? And Spiderman? Doesn’t Batman miss his parents?

Missing is my kryptonite. It makes me weak. Especially when I am in my bed, full of memories and so empty, and especially if it happens in a late-night hour.

Missing is a sort of alchemy. It’s not something real, existing, it’s not something you can touch or smell. Mine is the worst kind of longing. It’s for something that was but isn’t. I believe the Portuguese call it “Saudade”. You can miss your friend but you know you’ll see them next week. And you can miss your lover, knowing you’ll never see them again.

  It’s hard to write about breakups. I wrote her a letter two weeks after the breakup. It was six pages and I’ve included some chocolate and a flower. It didn’t help. Because writing about breakups is futile, in a sense.

It’s hard to write about breakups because seemingly there isn’t much to say. I mean, yeah, ok, there is, but what will I say? It’s a paradox seeing that I’m in the midst of writing a long piece about breakups. It also doesn’t go with the fact that if it weren’t for breakups, most music we would be listening to nowadays would be instrumental. So, let’s agree that there’s a lot to say about breakups but at the same time there isn’t – life is complicated like that. I can say that I am hurting so much but how will I transmit this pain to you, the reader? The longing, the pain, the regret, the heaviness on the chest at 2am, when you wake up from a dream where she still loves you, and you realize reality is here and she doesn’t anymore. She used to, a lot, but no anymore. No more “good morning” text messages.

And what can you say anyway? “Time heals”. “Many fish in the sea”. I spent all of summer 2012 depressed in my room, what a waste. Sleeping on the pillow she bought me for my 25th birthday. A 90s boombox she once found and gifted me on a random morning where we said goodbye with a kiss, five months before she dropped the bomb on me – if to quote the Gap Band.

On the morning of June 5th 2012, after she spent the night over at my place, we just kissed and she got into her car and left to work. It was just another goodbye. How was I to know it was the last one ever? That it’s the last time I ever see her? The last time I see her in a world where she loves me? In a world, in a galaxy, where she has love for me in her loving heart? I thought about this moment for so long, about our last kiss – not knowing it is our last kiss. Maybe she knew already? Just a kiss and she left. I was clueless. Like I always am.

  In university, I studied about Martin Heidegger the philosopher. The professor talked about a word in German named “Ableben”. Like many others in Deutsch, it has many meanings, one of them is “Came to an end.

I see the word as the following: “An idea that came to an end. An idea that died. The idea that was between her and me, love, has come to an end. Suddenly, one side decided it is over, and the other side must deal with that.

And that’s something I learnt about breakups in the sad year that I had since she said the words that ended up meaning “it’s over”. Breakups are TOTAL. That is why they are so hard to accept, why it’s so hard to let go. If you don’t accept the breakup you’re not in tune with reality. But reality doesn’t ask you. It’s a madness, like The Stranglers called it in their song “La Folie”. It’s crazy to think and cry about someone all the time, dedicating all that brain power to someone who, maybe on a good day, dedicates you two neurons. Why don’t you do something better with your time? It’s like dancing on a grave.

And here is the realness of “Ableben”. It’s not like somebody died. It’s an idea that died. It’s so abstract. No more good morning and night texts. No more emails that come in the right time in the middle of the day, filling you with love and hope. No more I love you’s, no more kisses and hugs. This all came to its bitter sad end at a certain moment.

I thought a lot about the moment in which love dies. I understand it’s a long process, stopping to love someone who you love dearly. You don’t stop loving in one second. But it feels like it’s some epiphany, some inner switch that you go to sleep loving Amir and you wake up not loving Amir anymore. And it’s so hard for me to fathom how you can stop loving someone you’ve shared so much with, that you were such close friends and lovers.

And it’s crazier that I lover her still, as I write these lines. Of course, not as strongly as I loved her last year, but I still love her. I’ll always love her, even if I don’t know who she is right now, she’s changed. I can feel closer to the woman in the grocery shop than her. And even though I am mad at her and understand that breakups exist and it’s part of life. I still can’t understand how you do that to someone who you call a friend. I stopped caring about the singing of the birds in the morning, and that’s the greatest loss.

And the memories, my my, the memories. They keep playing. It’s like self-torture. Some streets I won’t dare walk through in Tel-Aviv. The bench from August 2010 here we kissed on our first date. When something new was happening and nothing was ending. I still miss her and who she is and what we were. Our long hugs every time we met. And I regret my actions that led her to another’s arms. And still I bite my lips whenever I pass by that garden where we shared our first kiss and look at the empty bench and grass and try to understand that feeling that is so amorphic, knowing that something is dead and that something else, new, has begun, and that new thing is the most beautiful thing in the world but you’re not part of it, you’re dead in the water; for me the new thing died, and I continue staring at the “Game Over” screen.

#writing #love #heartbreak #sadness #romantic

[ocean-anchored]

November 23, 23... continued

Saturday evening I went to Grape Fest with Sasha which was also really fun. It was super busy but we had a good time & some good laughs, I enjoy her company a lot, she's a good one. Sunday I went to a new church. I was a bit nervous but I'm glad I went. A girl my age sat beside me & we ended up talking afterwards, I asked if she needed prayer & we exchanged prayer requests & numbers. Later I met up with Daniel at Courtyard for a beer & then we went for nearly a 2 hour walk. It was pretty nice, he's really genuine & intentional. We had really great conversation about life & ended up getting pretty vulnerable. He's a good guy & I'm glad to have him as a friend. Monday I ended up going to Okotoks because Ed canceled our meetings. I told Danny I forgave him which was nice, we hugged it out & its in the past. This guy Braeden works there, I know he's just a young kid but damn he's nice to look at. I went to Anneriekes for late birthday dinner & visit with J. It was good but always all about Steve. It was nice to hear the update at least but man, it's like you try to keep her at arms length but after that night she's texted me like 5 times, sent me a bunch of stuff on IG it's just a lot. I feel bad but I just got to watch myself & my time. Tuesday night I went for sushi with Kamber - finally met up with her since like 3 months ago. I really love that girl too, she's so sweet & we always have such a great time. I'm really glad to have met her & our friendiversary is coming up too in January so I need to find that out. Yesterday I essentially got off for the week since it's US thanksgiving. I had a meeting & cleaned the house etc. Zack started texting me a bunch again. I really did plan to never talk to him again, but I was worried about him again... we ended up talking, went to nose hill & just had a brief talk. I could see it in his eyes. I understand his pain. I understand how much he doesn't want to live like this. It really saddens me. I stood my ground though & my boundary was clear. He knows if he does something again that I'm blocking his number 100% & he will never hear from me again. I think he gets it but who knows. I wonder why I do this. He's my kryptonite. He's that one person that could treat me horribly & I will always come back because I fell so hard. I find him so attractive that I can't not look at him. I hate it. I hate what he does to me, how he makes me feel. But I will keep my stance & I will protect myself. I deserve more & i deserve better, I know. Then Shane came over & we played some switch games. It was nice, chill. He bought me a vegas knights toque & signed Marchessau jersey. I was beside myself.. He does too much. He's too kind. I feel like I trust him but I don't want to hurt him & I know I'm in no place to be seeing anyone anyways, nor do I even want to. He's a good friend though, really does respect my boundaries which I appreciate. Anyways - that's all for now. Im heading out for dinner at the Keg and have a massage tomorrow morning. I'm becoming happier. I'm reading more, including an audio book. I'm spending more time on myself & my self care. Spending more time with nova going out, eating cleaner & have been exercising & working out a lot more, been essentially every day for just over a week now so I'm feeling pretty good again.

#personal #dear future self #life update #dearfutureself #monthly update

[different-worlds-series]

Chapter Eleven: Meet My Friend, Mal

'Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed' 

-Friedrich Nietzsche

Emma walked into the gazette, looking around for Lois. "Lois!" Emma called out, her answer being a loud bang. Lois came out of the office, smiling at Emma. "Do I even want to know?" Emma asked the woman about the bang. Lois raised an eyebrow, "Just Chrissy" She told her.

"So what's the craic?" Emma asked Lois, seeing her Morgan Edge board behind her. "I need your help, have you ever seen a yellow kryptonite before?" Lois' voice was quieter, making sure Chrissy wouldn't hear her. Emma scrunched her eyebrows. "Uhh, I know how different kryptonite effects both Kryptonians and humans differently, but the colours? It varies depending on Crisis, Barry fucking the timeline or simple storyline purposes" Emma explained to her.

Lois bit her lip, she knew that Emma's memories seemed to stop coming back in the last few weeks but still a small part of her was hoping for anything. "If you want I can give you all the information on what they might do depending on the colour" Emma offered just as Chrissy walked out of the small office. "Yes and remember that-" "Sienna is picking up the boys for school" Emma smiled at her before leaving the gazette with a small wave to Chrissy.

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"Boys, Sienna will be here in a minute! You know what Emma's like if she's late!" Clark shouted up at his sons as he heard them scramble upstairs. "Clark, we have to do something, and nobody's gonna listen to me. They haven't since that first town hall, but they will to you" Lois told Clark, finishing their previous conversation as their sons came into the kitchen.

"Hey, which one's mine?" Jordan asked as Clark pointed to his lunch bag. Jordan thanks his father. "All right, guys, we're probably gonna have another late night working on this Edge case" Lois explained to the boys as Sienna's car pulled up outside. "All right, we were gonna see Emma's revue tonight anyway" Jon shrugged mindlessly at his parents, unaware of Jordan's shocked face. Jordan hit his brother's side with wide eyes.

"Dude, you weren't supposed to say anything" Jordan hissed at him as Jonathan's face paled. "I'm so screwed," Jon muttered as Emma walked into the house. Lois turned to the young girl, hands on her hips. "You're performing tonight and you didn't tell us?" She questioned her.

Emma looked in the twins' direction, glaring at them and seeing Jon's face. "I didn't want to make a huge deal out of it. Taking down Edge is more important than a small performance" Emma explained to Lois, handing her a folded piece of paper. "No, we will be there" Clark confirmed, seeing Emma's body go a little tense. "Cool. Now let's go! If we're late I will decapitate you both" Emma pointed at Jordan and Jon before leaving the house.

Lois and Clark gave Jordan a suggestive look. "Come lover boy, don't wanna piss off your girl" Jon snickered at his brother as he went red. "I raised you not to keep a pretty girl waiting" Lois added, earning a groan from her son. "You're mother's right Jordan, where's your manners?" Clark joined in before Jordan walked out with a red face.

Emma waited on the steps of the porch, impatiently tapping her fingers. She heard Jordan mumbling angrily behind her. "Let me guess, teasing you?" Emma asked with a knowing smile. Jordan held out his hand to help her up, "You've got no idea" He sighed.

Emma kissed his cheek, holding his other cheek. "Trust me, I know. Older sister of horny brothers and cousins. I'm the queen of teasing" Emma told him before letting her hand fall to his side, intertwining their fingers.

"Come on, I'm not being late even if it's that hellhole" Emma gently pulled Jordan along to Sienna's car.

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The ride to school was calm, Emma having Speak Now by Taylor Swift playing as she had a nap in the front seat. Sienna was having small talk with Jonathan while Jordan looked over the music for Emma's performance.

As soon as they began to pull up to the school, the quick cut of Haunted caused Emma's eyes to open. "Hey, who cut the bridge?" Emma asked groggily, the side of her temple red from leaning against the window. "We're here" Sienna told her as the boys had already begun to leave the car. Emma seemed cranky at this point, her eyes flashing neon for a moment before leaving the car.

Sienna turned back to the twins, especially Jordan. "Keep an eye on her today please" She asked the twins who nodded before leaving the car. Emma had stopped a little away from the car, looking out at the crowd. For a moment she could see someone, someone that felt familiar. But when she blinked, they were gone.

Jordan placed a hand on Emma's shoulder, taking her out of her dazed state. "You good?" Jordan asked, interlacing their fingers together. Emma gave his hand a small squeeze, "Just tired". Jordan nodded before they caught up with Jon.

He was staring at Teagan as she walked in. "Don't forget to close your mouth lover boy" Emma teased him, nudging his side. Jon rolled his eyes at Emma, nudging her back. "Whatever" He mumbled, earning a few chuckles from Jordan and Emma. "What? Can you dish it but not take it?" Emma snickered at him before Jordan gently pulled her inside to leave his brother to be lovesick.

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Emma smiled as Jordan finished playing the piano. "You're amazing, it sucks you had to stop" Emma admired, smiling at Jordan till her cheeks hurt. Jordan chuckled, "Yeah, anxiety's a bitch" Jordan sighed, making Emma laugh. "Definitely, the bitch of all bitches" Emma agreed, resting her head on Jordan's shoulder. "You're so good at singing, honestly how weren't you famous?" Jordan asked Emma, knowing she was a part of the Superman Musical.

She shrugged, "It was a hobby..." she spoke lightly, already seeing Jordan's eyebrow raised at her feeble statement. "...I just didn't get famous for being a gigantic nerd, okay!" Emma pushed Jordan weakly, seeing him shake his head at her as he laughed off her statement. "I'm surprised that you haven't, you would definitely make a living as a gigantic nerd" Jordan told her wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Oh yeah and create the biggest Superman Musical this universe has ever seen. Name changes in all" Emma exaggerated with her arm in the air. Jordan struggled to contain his laughter while Emma giggled profusely.

Jordan wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on her shoulder. "I'll be in the front row cheering you on" He told her, kissing her cheek softly. Emma hummed, taking in Jordan's embrace. It was a dream come true for her. She was in Smallville and dating Jordan Kent. It felt surreal.

Emma turned her head to kiss his cheek in return. "You're a dork. But you're my dork" Emma told him with a simple smile as she looked into his eyes. "And you're my fangirl" Jordan smiled before sneezing, turning his head away into his wrist. Emma felt a coldness wash over her, eyes burning that she ducked down.

"Em" Jordan looked down with wide eyes. He turned to see her eyes glowing for a moment as her breathing was laboured. "ELT, now" Emma said urgently, helping Jordan up as he sneezed again, fumbling to take out the small device as Emma hid him from people who might see him.

The ringing of the high pitched frequency took Emma off-guard, her eyes still glowing. Clark came through the doors of the empty school hall. "Jordan?" Clark asked worried about him seeing the glowing on Emma's face. "Something's wrong with me2 Jordan managed to force out as he sneezed again, more ice appearing on his arm.

"The kryptonite grenade. It's affecting him, you must have accidently passed it on, Clark" Emma told him, making Clark confused. "Then why aren't you sneezing ice?" He asked her. Emma shrugged, "Go, before someone sees him" she urged Clark. "What about you?" Jordan asked, not wanting to leave Emma while her eyes and cheeks were still glowing.

Emma kissed his cheek, "I'll be fine, now go" reassuring Jordan enough to leave with Clark. "I'm sorry" She whispered before running out of the school, determined to find one person. Her vision showed her the truth, and she'll do anything to stop it. To stop Zeta-Rho.

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Emma stormed into the small EdgeCorp building. Her face stoic as she made her way to Edge's office. No one noticed her and if they did, they didn't care or want to know why an angry teen was stomping around.

She found Leslie first, the woman staring at her like the town hall and harvest fest. "If you have a problem Larr, spit it out" Emma glared at her. Leslie remained quiet, opening the door to Edge's office. Emma huffed as she walked passed, and quickly spat at Leslie's feet. The woman growled at her inhumanly as she slammed the door.

"Now that's no way for a young lady to act" Edge spoke, legs crossed as he sat at his desk. Emma rolled her eyes, "Fuck off Tal". Edge's relaxed demeanour vanished at the mention of his real name. "You're remembering" He stated, standing up slowly. "Barely but I know about the Eradicator and your mud pile of a father" Emma stated, seeing the anger in his eyes. Tal slammed his hand on the desk, the whole room shaking with it. "HOW DARE YOU!" He shouted at her, expecting some fear or a squeak of terror. He was taken back by Emma's lack of response.

"Was that supposed to scare me?" Emma asked him cheekily, crossing her arms. Tal glared at her for a moment. "I bet you're curious why I chose–" "Smallville natives are more receptive to Kryptonian consciousness' due to the over exposure of X-Kryptonite" Emma answered simply.

Tal seemed impressed by Emma's knowledge. "You truly are an Alor daughter, spitting image of your grandmother, Naeza" He told her with a sense of truth. "I don't care Tal, but I know you're gonna send those brainwashed lackeys after Lois" Emma reminded him of his little plan. "Well, not yet" Tal clicked his tongue.

Emma furrowed her eyebrows. "Not yet? What are you planning?" Emma questioned, her eyes glowing fiercely as two dots appeared under each eye. Tal seemed intrigued. "You see young Alor, my dear mother knew that my father was up to something and added a failsafe" He told her, clicking his fingers.

The door opened behind Emma, causing her to turn. She looked in shock at the silhouette. Her eyes faded as she gasped, tears gathering in her eyes as she stepped back. "No" She breathed out, her breath heavy. "It can't be" She whimpered. The young man stepped forward into the light.

"I'm sorry Emmsie"

A gust of dark yellow was blown into Emma's face. Knocking her down to the floor, eyes drooping. "No...it" Emma slurred out painfully, coughing up with a coldness in her throat. A cold breath left her mouth, crystallizing into ice on the floor.

Tal dropped his shoulders, hands in his pants pockets. "Bring her to the fortress, prep her for...7 ounces" He ordered the man. The young man lifted Emma into his arms bridal style. She murmured trying weakly to fight back. "Please...C-C" She forced out before her eyes closed. The veins on her face turned a bright yellow.

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Sienna walked into Jordan's room, her eyes full of worry as she saw all the ice manifesting from Jordan's illness. "Where's Emma?" Jordan asked, his voice low and raspy. Sienna looked at Jordan confused. "I thought she was here" Sienna stated, looking around at the rest of the Kent family. "She's not at the school?" Lois asked Sienna, just in case Emma had stayed behind to provide a cover up for Jordan's sudden exit.

Sienna shook her head. "No, I had to gather her things after Sarah noticed her notebook on the piano" She explained, her heart began to race. A gust of wind broke into the room. Clark was quick to shield Jordan while Lois did the same with Jon. Sienna's eyes began to glow purple as she watched her little sister carefully.

"What a lovely little room" Mal commented to start a conversation. "What do you want, Mal?" Sienna asked, creating a small dagger in her hand. Mal tutted at Sienna, walking away from the middle of the room to the door for a quick exit plan. "Put the blade away sister, there's children present" Mal scolded her like a child. "As if you ever cared for the safety of a child" Lois glared at the kryptonian.

Mal walked up to her very slightly. "Watch it Lane, unlike my offspring I don't care for your life" Mal threatened her with a sharp tone. "What do you want, Mal?" Clark asked this time, his own anger beginning to bubble at the threat to his wife. Mal was quick to drop the evil look and turned to Clark with a smile.

"Just to tell Emma's alive... for now" Mal shrugged simply. "What are you doing to her!" Jordan shouted, standing up only to fall back down with a fit of coughs as ice chunks came out. Mal grimaced at the sight, "I'll make sure she's returned alive. I just need her for a little project" Mal avoided the question without hesitation.

"Mal" Sienna dragged out in a dangerous tone. "What have you done?" She asked. Mal only smirked at her sister. "Only Lara Lor-Van deemed necessary" She answered vaguely before flying off from the farm.

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Emma groaned as sunlight blared into her eyes. The feeling of sand putting her off as she felt the grains stick to her skin. She opened her eyes slowly at first, blinded by the light. SHe began to sit up, realising her body felt unnaturally weak. As if she had just woken up from a drug haze.

"You're awake!" Tal cheered as Emma groaned. "What the fuck!" Emma snapped, looking up at the alien. Tal crouched down in front of her, clicking his tongue. "Welcome to my humble Fortress. Unlike my dear little brother, I much rather feel this world's magnetic sun on my face" Tal welcomed her, confusing the teen greatly at his lack of coldness. Maybe if melted in this dying heat. "Almost like a drug, something you know very much about". Nevermind, there it was.

"What the fuck do you want with me Tal? Ransom, Kal-El's human identity? Not happening" Emma guessed with her usual softheartedness. Tal rolled his eyes at her. "No, that will come at its own course and I'm a billionaire" He answered with the same energy. Standing up right Tal walked away from Emma.

"Are you aware of the maker of the Eradicator?" Tal asked her, turning to face her again. Emma thought for a moment. "Lara or-Van, you and Kal's birth mother. First kryptonian to have a natural pregnancy in centuries'' Emma answered him. Tal hummed in agreement, "Your mother was right, you do know your stuff" Tal complimented her. "How else was I supposed to cope with the shit she put me through?" Emma counterated his words. 

"Mal's way of 'readying' you, but please believe me when I say, I never agreed with her methods" Tal spoke softly, as if he actually cared. Emma bit her tongue, " Like what Zeta did to you?" Emma asked him, crossing her legs. "Don't worry, you haven't been exposed to any drugs, I give you my word" Tal spoke with a harder tone, ready to get back to his topic.

"My mother, she created the Eradicator as a safety net. But when she realised how dangerous it could be she sent it into the universe. Unaware it was linked to my brother and his cousin's pod. She also created a failsafe, incase the universe had other plans. The blood of the most current Alor protector" Tal explained while he brought out a familiar object.

An hospital IV drip, ready to use.

"Unfortunately for you, I am not qualified for this" Tal smacked his lips. Emma watched as his face morphed into concern. It was weird, Emma felt like she could feel his concern as someone walked into the small cavern.

"But I am"

Emma narrowed her eyes at Mal and the woman held the needle in the air. "Let's get started" Mal's smile was vicious as she grabbed Emma's arm. She stabbed her vein harshly, making Emma wince. Her mother only snickered at Emma. "Pathetic, all those years of needles and you still can't handle the pain" Mal tsked Emma, making sure that the IV was working.

Emma growled at her, "What do you expect, it was torture" She fired back. Mal glared at her before slapping her face hard. Emma could feel the stinging on her cheeks, already feeling the bruise form. "Be quiet! You're just like your brother" Mal hissed at her as the blood began to be taken from Emma's arm.

"You gonna kill me like you did to Connor?" Emma asked boredly, already getting ready for a long wait. No one would have noticed she was missing. Jordan was more important right now. Emma could wait for a rescue as long as Jordan was okay.

Mal snickered at Emma's statement. "I never killed Conner, Elrisia. That's just what he wanted for you to believe" Mal answered, sitting across from her daughter. Emma looked at Mal suspiciously. "What are you talking about? I saw you kill him" Emma stated with strong belief in her words.

"Why don't I show you" Mal stated, her eyes glowing green. Emma's eyes widened as her eyes flashed blue and then green.

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Emma stood in the parking lot of the hospital her mother worked, Deirdre standing in front of her. "Emma, you need to think this through" The detective warns her gently. Emma only scoffed at her. "No! I know my mother did this, she's not getting away with it. Not after Billy" Emma snapped at the woman. Deidre sighed, rubbing her temples, "You don't know this for certain and if..if you did you should go to the station or tell me where Marty is hiding" Deidre suggested, knowing Emma long enough now. Emma looked at her for a moment, biting the inside of her bottom lip.

"Twomey,!" a man called from inside the hospital. Deirdre huffed at her partner. "Do not go anywhere Emmie, I mean it. You've been out of this mess for three years now, we don't need you back in this" Deirdre pleaded with Emma. The young teen nodded as Deirdre ran inside to the hospital. Emma waited till the woman was fully inside the building before running to a bus stop.

She had run to her mother's small council house, the windows boarded up with wood scraps. Emma held a dark hurley in her hand, her knuckles white from her grip. She walked up to the door covered in spray paint, fisting it harshly.

"MAM! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" Emma screamed till her throat burned. The door opened quickly, causing Emma to step back. A man with a joint in his mouth. Emma saw the fresh and old patches of blood on his arms before the man crossed. "Word of advice, veins on the thighs are better, now move" She pushed away from him into the small house.

The walls were thick with smoke, either from crack, weed or both. Emma walked past the man in the front room, pipes in hand while scraps of tinfoil were discarded on the floor. "Hey Emma!" some of them mumbled, the girl waving back nicely. They were made addicts by her mother, she was there for most of them. Needles forced into their skin by Marty's hand.

Emma made her way upstairs, knowing which room her mother would be in. Marty sat on a rocking chair, joint in between her fingers. On the bed was Conner, just like their mother. Joint in hand only there was a fresh patch of blood coming through his grey shirt. And a needle beside him free hand.

"Con! What are you doing?" Emma snapped, walking past her mother to inspect her big brother's arm. "Emmsie... it's fine just a little boost" Conner slurred as Emma slapped him in the face. 6 months dealing cocaine and weed to put you into Tabor Lodge. Almost two years clean... Conner, how could you do this?" Emma began to tear up, her rage left to a dangerously simmering fury.

"He's finally embracing who he is Elrisia, my son" Marty stood up behind her. Emma swung her hurley at Marty, the wood snapping in half as it hit Marty's head. "WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE US ALONE!" Emma screamed, dropping the broken hurley. Marty walked up to Emma, grabbing her arm. She shoves her joint into Emma's shoulder, the sound of sizzling skin and the smell of flesh burning making Emma gag.

Marty laughed maliciously as she pushed Emma back. "Looks like little Conner isn't doing so well little one" Marty fake grimace looking behind her daughter. Emma turned to see Conner, dropping a larger needle than most addicts use. Blood dripped from his forearm, his body beginning to seize up violently, shaking the bed frame of the mattress he was on. Emma tried to hold him in the recovery position, his breathing becoming dangerously slow.

Then he stopped. His entire body collapsed, his chest stopped rising and his lips were slowly turning a blue colour. Emma felt her body turn rigid, hot tears falling down her face as her mouth was left agape. She turned slowly to Mal, seeing a small box cutter in the corner of her eye. She very carefully moved towards it, picking it up from the shelf it sat on. She saw red.

Marty was against the wall, the box cutter no longer in Emma's hands. Instead it was on the floor covered in blood as sirens began to blare, blue lights flashing rapidly. Emma's body paled as she fell to the floor. Blood covering her body, a fresh cut made from under her chin to the centre of her chest just above her heart.

"Do not mess with me Elrisia" Marty whispered into her ear, a small flicker of green glistening in Emma's eyes as she did before Marty left the room. It was silent for a moment until a loud crash echoed throughout the drug den of a house. People running as Gardaí made their presence known. Loud thumps of footsteps shook the floorboards as people came into the room.

"We need two ambulances now, one unconscious with signs of overdose and another bleeding rapidly from chin to chest" a Garda spoke into a radio on his shoulder. "Wait, these are Marty Clarks' kids. Emma and Conner" A different Garda released. "Requesting back-up. Possible suspect by Martha 'Marty' Clarks, search perimeter for suspect. Victims are Conner Ó Chroídheán, twenty-two and Emma Ní Chroídheán, fourteen"

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Mal watched as Emma squirmed, replacing the third and fourth blood bags with fresh ones, packing the older ones into a special box. "Why do you torture her like this?" Tal asked, finally having his first subjekts activated. Mal simply watches Emma as she mumble incoherent words. "It's fun. Seeing her helpless like a fly in a glass box" Mal commented with a ghost of a smile.

Tal glared at the woman with disgust. "She's a child!" He snapped at her. Mal gave him a stink eye. "Really? Zeta!" Mal called out, the hologram A.I appeared. "Yes my dear" He greeted the Alor sweetly. "Your son needs a little...fix" Mal suggested sweetly, seeing the fear in Tal's eyes. "He's not feeling himself" She added before turning back to her daughter.

"Now let's allow the dam to break" Mal smiled, brushing hair out of Emma's face. Her finger tips glowing green as the glowing followed veins on Emma's head. "Remember little one...remember the truth" Mal spoke into her ear.

"Mam, that's enough"

<;><><>

Emma walked down the small path, covered by trees and bushes. Sophie was asleep in her arms, her head resting on the crook between Emma's neck and shoulder. Emma hummed a sweet lullaby as they walked into a small tunnel. "Almost home baby, promise" Emma whispered into Sophie's hair.

She felt her body tense up as she walked out of the hidden path to a main road. A pub on her right and a primary school to her left. She walked past the small scouts building that was across from a chemist, the zebra crossings illuminated by the small yellow lamps.

A few cars would pass, their lights guiding Emma's way home. She had earned a few scratches on her body from the prickly thorns that hide the path. A car pulled up in front of Emma, making her hold Sophie tighter.

"Emmie, it's me Deirdre" The woman stepped out of the car, a small smile on her face. "You scared me Dee, thought you were.."Emma trailed off ,kissing Sophie's head. "Marty? No one has seen her since that night Emmie, maybe she's finally gone from your lives" Deirdre spoke softly, taking a car seat from her boot and securing it in the back of her car. Emma nodded gratefully at the gesture, strapping Sophie in while trying not to wake her.

Emma closed the car door silently, entering the front of the car. "What were you even doing in the Wella at this hour? With Sophie no less" Deirdre asked Emma as they began to drive back to Emma's home.

"Graveyard, it's Billy Rose's anniversary" Emma responded, watching Sophie from the side mirror on the car. "Two years right?" Deirdre asked her, eyes on the road. "Yep, not even thirteen when it happened" Emma answered bluntly, not wanting to cry and wake her baby sister up. "How's school? Junior Cert is coming up" Deirdre changed the subject. "Fine, failing most subjects but we get on with it" Emma shrugged as they stopped at a traffic light.

That's when the car shook. Emma felt her body tremble as she saw the road in front of her start to crack and crumble. "Sophie!" Emma gasped, unbuckling her seat belt to grab Sophie. As Emma turned to grabber sister, Sophie seems to have disappeared from the backseat. The seat belt ripped in half and the side door hanging by a thread.

"SOPHIE!" Emma screamed, getting out of the car as fast as she could. The sky was no longer black as it seeped green. Everywhere seemed to be crumbling around her. Emma looked around to see Sophie held in her mother's arms. "LET HER GO!" Emma screamed at Marty running up to her.

Marty only smirked at her daughter. "Are you willing to sacrifice yourself for her?2 Marty asked Emma before throwing Sophie to the nearest crack. Emma screamed as she ran towards her sister. Her veins on fire and her eyes burning. She has to catch her, she has to save her Sophie.

Emma jumped into the crack as Sophie screamed for her big sister. That's when Emma saw it. The black and white portal was underneath them, getting closer every second. Sophie was the first to fall in, Emma barely grasping her fingers as she followed suit. The mix of darkness and light engulfing her before Sophie disappeared from her sight.

"SOPHIE!"

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Mal smiled contently as Emma finally stopped moving, the final blood bag filled and put away. "Well?" Tal asked the older Alor impatiently. "Yes, I'll have Vor prep her for Kal-El. You get the device?" Mal asked him back, crossing her arms at him. Seeing if there was anything she needed Zeta to take care of. Tal held up Lois' ELT, shaking it slightly. "Good. Vor!" Mal called out hardly, her voice echoing.

The boy came to the woman, his face hidden in the shadows of the cavern. "You know your job, see to it" She demanded him before walking away with Tal to go over their plan with Leslie Larr. The boy kneels over Emma's body, brushing her hair out of her face. He gently stopped the bleeding in her arm with a pristine white bandage. "Talk about tables turning" He muttered to himself mostly, wrapping up Emma's arm.

He noticed the scar under her chin, eyes turning soft at it. "I'm so sorry, you had to face her all alone, Emmsie" He sighed, seeing her eyes open ever so slightly. The ice blue like frost on a window pane. "Now you need to listen to me" He spoke softer before whispering something into Emma's ear. Emma's mouth opened slightly, trying to say something.

"Co...nn...er" She managed to slur out before closing her eyes again.

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"I'm glad you came" Tal said, seeing Superman land near him. Superman gave him a determined look. "Everything you're doing is gonna stop" He warned the man he believed to be Morgan Edge. The older kryptonian sighed with pity. "That's exactly what your friend Lois Lane and the young girl Emma keeps saying to me" Tal spoke with a smirk on his face.

"You can't make that happen any more than she can" He added seeing the look on Superman's face as he mentioned Emma. Superman flew straight for Tal, fist balled up ready to punch him. But Tal gracefully dodged him at the same speed. Superman missed him completely. Then Tal punched him harder, knocking Superman to the floor. "Did you really think I'd be giving people powers without having them myself?" He asked Superman rhetorically as the hero got up swiftly, confused for a moment.

"You see, I got mine the same time you did, Kal-El, when I arrived on this planet" Tal spoke, walking slowly towards Superman who was silently stunned he knew his first name. "When you arrived?" Superman asked him, raising his eyebrow at the villain. "I think it's time you learned the truth about who I am and where I'm really from, brother" Tal spoke, floating into the air to assert some sort of dominance over Superman

Brother?" Superman scoffed at him, not believing a word he was saying. "I know how unlikely it may seem, but the two of you do share the same Kryptonian blood" a new voice added in, flying to the ground. "Meet my friend, Mal" Tal introduced Mal to Superman.

#different world #jordan kent #emma ní chroídheán #jordan x emma #superman and lois fanfiction #jorma #lois lane #superman and lois fanfic #clark kent #jonathan ‘jon’ kent

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thinking thoughts. what if during the hostage standoff, buck does something stupid, tries to get in between eddie and the gunman, or even try to trade. what if while they’re yelling for each other, he’s doing everything in his power to shift their circumstances. what if in the aftermath, when everything has calmed down, eddie shows at up bucks loft, FURIOUS. what if eddie just lets it rip, practically shouting at buck that he should have been more careful, should’ve been less reckless, should’ve thought of christopher, how he could have been so stupid. what if buck says something along the lines of ‘its better me than you’ and eddie physically CANNOT comprehend how to get it into bucks head that he’s important in his life, in THEIR life so he just walks right over and kisses him.

#*draws curtains* and that is how episode 7 ends #can you feel it #i sure can #this is how we WIN #late night conversations are my kryptonite #911 on fox #911 buddie #911 season 5 speculation #eddie diaz #evan buckley

[aristrocrat]

Chapter 1

S2 Episode One

SUMMARY: Y/N discovers more about what Peter told her the night he died, choosing to keep some facts hidden. Lydia goes missing and the pack commences a full on search for the potential new werewolf.

WORD COUNT: 4670

TW: none besides the usual cursing lol :)

“Come back to bed,” You boyfriend whined, throwing his favorite pillow at you. You laughed and twirled in his desk chair to face him, only to notice he was already under the covers. “You didn’t come with us to look for Lydia and now you won’t even come to bed!”

“Okay, you say that like I had an option. My mom’s got me on strict house arrest ever since she found you in my room the other night. Also I think I found something,” You smiled before throwing back the pillow, making him groan. You’ve been actively scouring the internet for answers since the last conversation with Peter, especially now that you had a disgusting amount free time with your century-long grounding. Luckily, your mom typically worked the late night shifts so you were able to sneak Stiles in at midnight on most nights. “Can I just read this to you before we go to sleep? I’ll make it quick.”

“Nope,” He said nonchalantly. “Bed. Sleep. Now. We have to wake up early tomorrow and it’s already-”

“2:00 AM, I know,” You pouted, knowing it was his kryptonite. “Pleaseee.”

You heard a sigh and the creak of his bed before feeling his presence behind you after you twirled back to the computer. He crouched down and pressed his lips to your neck, making a shiver go down your spine.

“Fine. What did you find?” He asked, voice muffled into your hair. “You have five minutes to explain before I pick your ass up and take you to bed.”

“It says here that the Delvoux family was believed to be a long line of mages from France-”

“A mage?” Stiles perked up. “Isn’t that a witch?”

“Yeah, kinda! But anyways-“

“Does that mean you can cast spells and use magic?” He looked over at you with an excited look. “Because that would be awesome.”

“I doubt it but let me finish,” You laughed before kissing his cheek and reading on. “It says here that the Delvoux are infamously known for casting a spell on the Rowan tree in 1598, giving it the ability to scare off evil beings and create barriers against the supernatural.”

“Like wolfsbane?” He asked, pulling up another chair to sit next to you. He leaned forward to read on, staying silent for a few moments as his eyes scanned the page. “Wait, the Delvoux family created Mountain Ash?!”

“That’s not even the craziest part!” You scrolled down. “Listen to this, their descendants’ blood is said to be laced in mountain ash.”

“Okay so what does that mean?”

“It means, I’m basically untouchable by the supernatural,” Your tone was laced in excitement as you took off into another rant. “Well, kind of. My blood acts more like wolfsbane-“

“Woah, woah, woah,” Stiles stopped you. “How do you even know you’re a Delvoux? He could’ve just been saying this to put you in danger.”

“Apparently during the Salem witch trials, the Delvoux family was forced to change their surname in order to protect themselves,” You explained before looking over at him. “Stiles, they changed their name to Y/L/N.”

He narrowed his eyes in thought, staying silent for a moment before speaking up again.

“You think your Hogwarts letter got lost in the mail?” He joked.

“Fuck off,” You playfully shoved him, making him chuckle. “Read the second paragraph from the bottom.”

You watched as he subconsciously moved his lips as he read along, squinting ever so slightly to look at the small text before opting to read out loud.

“The Delvoux descendants’ blood is known to be poisonous to supernatural beings. If enough blood is shed, it’ll paralyze and eventually kill the attacker?!” He looked over at you. You nodded. “In very rare cases, those who have managed to spill a lethal amount of fresh Delvoux blood are cured. They no longer possess any sort of supernatural abilities and are by all accounts human.”

“So if a supernatural being manages to kill me, and somehow my blood doesn’t kill them, they’re cured,” You summed up.

“Yes, thank you, Sherlock,” Stiles rolled his eyes. “I got it the first time.”

“Sorry, I’m just excited,” You giggled. “There’s a way to test if I really am one.”

“How?” He questioned. You smirked. “Oh god. Is it bad?”

———

“What do you mean you want a drop of my blood?” Scott furrowed his brows as he closed his locker. “No! That’s so fucking weird. Even for you.”

“What do I have to do to convince you?” You rolled your eyes.

“What are you gonna do with it?” He asked carefully.

“I already told you! A science experiment.”

“I can literally hear your heart speed up, dumbass. What’s the real reason?” He turned to walk toward the parking lot.

“Give me your blood and I’ll tell you,” You smiled sweetly. He scoffed and walked off. “Scott! Please! I-.. Ooh! I’ll do your laundry for a week.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“A month,” He turned around.

“Two weeks,” You bargained.

“And you have to clean my room tonight,” He raised his brow.

“Deal,” You stuck out your hand. He reluctantly shook it. “Anyways, how’re things going with the secret girlfriend, lover boy?”

“Shh! Keep it down, would you?“ He hissed before frantically looking around. “How did you know?”

“No one! I figured it out on my own,” You said. “I saw you sneak into a classroom together the other day.”

“It was Stiles, wasn’t it?” He deadpanned.

“You know, I don’t appreciate the whole listening to my heartbeat thing,” You scowled. “But in his defense, he didn’t tell me about it until last night when I asked, and I had to beg him to tell me. I’m only asking because I wanted to make sure you were okay after everything that went down with her dad.”

“Oh,” He responded softly. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks for asking. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was trying to keep it under wraps.”

“So you told Stiles?” You chuckled.

“No, he actually did see us sneak into a classroom,” Scott laughed. “I’m actually surprised he didn’t tell you sooner.”

“GUYS!” Stiles squeaked as he ran over to the two of you, practically shoving people out of the way as he approached. “I think I have something about the Lydia case! My dad told me that there was a grave robbery last night. Get this, normally they steal jewelry. Last night, they stole a dead lady’s liver.”

“She ate the liver?” Scott’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“No, I didn’t say she ate it. I just said it was missing,” Stiles shook his head. “And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It’s the most nutritious part of the body.”

“Yeah, but it’s also a dead woman’s liver,” Your face scrunched up in disgust.

“I never ate anyone’s liver,” Scott challenged.

“Yeah, right, ‘cause when it comes to werewolves, you’re a real model of self-control,” Stiles muttered. You walked behind them and almost ran into him with the way he came to a stop. “Actually, wait- hold on. You’re the test case for this so we should be going over what happened to you.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?”

“Oh, I bet I can answer this one,” You finally spoke up with a smirk. They both looked at you. “Allison. He couldn’t stay away from her. Hell, he still can’t.”

“She’s right,” Scott shrugged.

“Allison. Okay, nothing else? Seriously?” He groaned.

“Nothing else mattered,” Scott confessed.

“Maybe we can start with Jackson?” You offered. “She was looking for him all night. And she never stops talking about him. It’s gotta be him. Maybe you guys can catch him in the locker room and talk to him.”

“Like he’ll wanna talk to us,” Scott huffed.

“Okay, then threaten him,” You said simply, earning two very amused smiles. “What? It worked last time.”

“That’s my girl!” Stiles praised, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing your arm with pride.

“Jesus Christ. You’re rubbing off on her, dude,” Scott laughed before turning to walk into the school.

“Oh my god. Take that back!” You called, making Stiles use the hand he previously held up to playfully and gently shove you. “I’m kidding! Aww, Stiles don’t walk away. I was joking!”

————

“This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski,” Mr. Harris’ voice boomed through the room, making you jump. You turned to look over at your boyfriend on the other side of the room who stared at the teacher with wide eyes. “If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.”

“Can you do that?” He asked sarcastically, making you chuckle quietly.

“Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I’ve ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently,” Mr. Harris said. “I’ll see you at 3:00 for detention.”

Your jaw dropped as you caught Scott’s surprised gaze.

“Mr. McCall. Miss Y/L/N. Look over again and you’ll be joining him.”

“Yes, sir,” Scott mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and looked back at your quiz, mentally cursing out the teacher that had a personal vendetta against Stiles. You knew he was holding Sheriff Stilinski’s previous accusations against his son. You looked up once more to see your friend group working vigilantly on the quiz before beginning your own. You were about halfway through when you noticed someone in the corner of your eyes stand up. You looked over and saw Jackson holding his nose before running out of the room. The teacher shot Danny a questioning look.

“Nose bleed,” He responded.

“Oh, no problem. Continue your quizzes, class. Remember, this is timed!”

————

“You coming to the funeral?” Scott asked as you walked out of the school with him.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to go because of Allison’s dad?” You furrowed your brow.

“Has he ever stopped us from doing anything?” He smirked.

“Yeah,” You deadpanned. “Like a lot of things actually.”

“No, we just found new ways of doing them!” Scott rolled his eyes. “You think you can sneak out of the house to come?”

You sighed and looked over at your mom’s car before looking back at Scott.

“I don’t know. That woman is currently reigning with an iron fist. She’s been watching me like a hawk since she caught Stiles sleeping in my bed the other day,” You shook your head. “I’ll try but no promises.”

“Let me talk to her,” He smiled before marching over to the vehicle.

“Scott, wait! I don’t think it’s a very good idea to ask her!” You chased after him before he turned over his shoulder and took off into a sprint. “SCOTT I SWEAR TO-“

“Hey, Scotty!“ Your mother greeted as she opened her window.

“Hi, Y/M/N! How are you?“ He smiled as you caught up to him.

“Good,” She narrowed her eyes. “The answer is no to whatever you were gonna ask. She’s grounded.”

“It’s just to Kate’s funeral. We’re getting Allison’s friends together for emotional support,” He explained. “I’ll have her back home as soon as it’s done!”

“Now why couldn’t have you just dated Scott?” She looked over at you. “See, he’s a respectful and thoughtful young man! I know damn well he wouldn’t be lingering in your bed at a questionable hour of the night. If Stiles abided by Scott’s moral code, maybe you wouldn’t be grounded right now.”

You shot her a look of annoyance and bit your tongue, not wanting to say anything that might upset her. Scott shifted uncomfortably at the tense silence.

“I’ll think about it,” She finally said.

“Thank you,” Scott smiled. “I gotta go get ready, but, uh, just shoot me a text if you wanna walk there together.”

“Yeah, will do,” You pursed your lips before he walked off. You walked over to the passenger’s side, threw your backpack in the back, and got in.

“No smart remark? You must really wanna go,” Your mom said as she put the car in drive. “Scott’s single now, right?”

“Yes, Mom. He’s single,” You lied.

“I might even consider ungrounding you if you broke up with your boyfriend and went on a date with him instead,” She sighed, sparking an idea in your mind.

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, making her smile. She was oblivious to the light bulb that just went off in your mind.

“Yes, really.”

“Noted,” You nodded, sitting back in your seat and pulling out your phone to text Scott.

Y/N: meet me at my house in hour

———

“Hey, so she let you go?” Scott asked as he walked up to your porch, noticing your black dress.

“Yeah,” You nodded, patting the porch swing as an invitation to sit next to you.

“Is everything alright? Your mom seems..”

“Intolerable and rude?” You suggested. “You can call her a bitch. It’s okay.”

“You said it, not me,” He chuckled, making you smile as you looked at your shoes. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. She’s just been weird with the whole divorce thing,” You shrugged. “She said she’d consider ungrounding me if I broke up with Stiles and went on a date with you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” He furrowed his brows.

“Okay, but what if we did?” You looked up with a smile, making his eyes widen. “What if we-”

“Woah, um, listen Y/N- Stiles is really into you and I’m in a relationship with-“

“What? No! Listen,” You turned to face him. “What if we pretended to be in a relationship? It would get her off my ass and the Argents off of yours. I mean we obviously have to talk it through with Stiles and Al but I think it might work out in our best interest if we played pretend. This way we can hide behind a fake relationship so that we can actually be in our real ones.”

“Oh, thank God,” He breathed. “I thought you were going to profess your love or something.. That’s actually not a bad idea. Yeah, let’s talk to them tonight. It might break your dad’s heart though. I don’t know who’s more in love with Stiles; you or him.”

“Oh, a hundred percent him,” You laughed before you stood up and extended your hand to help him up. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m ready,” He smirked, taking your hand slowly before you swatted him away with disgust. “Wait, babe! We can fix this!”

“Fuck off!” You squealed as he ran behind you with extended arms. “Scott, get away! I’m serious!”

“Snookins! I don’t wanna go to bed angry!” He laughed as he picked you up from behind. “Forgive me, sugar cheeks!”

“EW!” You laughed as you jumped out of arms. Your foot landed on a wet patch of dry grass and slipped out from under you, making you fall and skid your knee on the nearby sidewalk. You yelped and shifted your weight to allow you to sit down.

“Oh shit!” Scott gasped before running to your side. “Are you okay? Y/N, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay! I’m okay,” You breathed with a smile. “It’s just a little scrape. Don’t get too close. I-”

“No, you’re actually bleeding pretty bad,” He winced as he looked at your knee. Your stomach drop with anxiety at the possibility what effect your blood might have on him. “Want me to..”

He blinked before clumsily taking a seat next to you. “Fuck, I just got lightheaded.”

“Scotty, are you-..” Your eyes widened at the realization; your blood was toxic to him. You felt your heart race slightly as you looked down at your knee. It was bleeding, sure, but it was nothing crazy. If this small amount of blood was enough to make him dizzy, you didn’t want to imagine how much it would take to have a bad effect on him. You quickly stood up and limped back. “Let me get you a bottle of water and clean this up real quick.”

“No, no. Sit down, I’ll go inside and-“ He began to push himself up, shaking his head to clear his vision.

“Scott, I’m fine! I’ll be right back,” You said quickly before limping back up your porch stairs and to your door. “Don’t move, okay?”

“Honey, what are you- oh my god, your knee!” Your mom gasped from the kitchen before rushing up to you. “What happened?”

“I tripped. It’s not as bad as it looks, can you run a bottle of water out to Scott? He’s a little light headed from the blood. I’m gonna clean this off and wrap it. I’ll be out in a second,” You explained. She nodded before disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with the first aid kit and a bottle of water. “Thanks.”

“No problem, holler if you need me. I’m gonna check on Scott,” She responded before she walked outside.

You worked quick, wincing as the disinfectant entered wound and noticing that it was a lot smaller than you expected. You finished up within a couple of minutes before going back outside to see Scott standing and chatting as if nothing happened.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Your mother furrowed her brows, checking his pupils with a light to rule out a concussion.

“I’m sure,” He chuckled before turning to you. “Hey, how’s the knee?”

“Oh it was pretty small, it was just a bleeder,” You smiled. “We’re gonna go, Mom. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Let me drive you,” She began before seeing the look on your face. “You know what? If your knee is alright to drive, take the car. I don’t want either of you falling on the way. Keys are in the ignition.”

“Really?” You smiled, earning a nod. “Thank you!”

“Be careful!” She called as she walked back into the house. You limped slightly to the car and waited for Scott to hop it to turn it on. You both sat in silence as the engine roared to life and you backed out. You were well aware that he knew something was up. Even if he wasn’t able to hear the sound of your racing heart and smell the anxiety that you radiated, he knew you to your core. He knew your mannerisms and the way you acted when you were hiding something from him.

“Do I wanna know?” He asked.

“Good question,” You chuckled nervously as you sped down the familiar roads of Beacon Hills. The drive to the cemetery was only a couple of minutes from your house.

“Y/N,” He tilted his head in annoyance. “What’s going on with you? You’re constantly spaced out and you’ve been so distant. Then today you ask me for a drop of blood? Obviously it has to do with-“

“Okay!” You burst out, causing his lips to seal. “Fine. Look, I found out that my ancestors created Mountain Ash. I know how crazy that sounds and I wasn’t sure if it until I saw you get light headed.. but the lineage has it in their blood. And it acts kinda like wolfsbane,” You sighed. “It’s toxic to the supernatural.”

“I’ve been around wolfsbane. It doesn’t do that,” He shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“There’s a lot to it that I don’t even know yet,” You admitted before pausing. “There’s a lot to it that I haven’t even told Stiles about.”

“.. Why?” He asked as you pulled into one of the cemetery’s parking lots. You thought carefully about your words, not wanting to give too much away but also not wanting to lie. You parked the car and sighed before turning to him.

“I found a lot of information and I don’t know what’s true or false. A lot of it is really cool but there’s some shit in there that..” You trailed off. “I just didn’t want to scare you before I knew all of the facts is all.”

“Oh.. Okay, well I won’t push you to talk about anything you’re not ready to tell me. Just know I can keep a secret and a level head. I’m always here for you. You know that,” He reassured. You smiled and hopped out of the car, wincing a bit from the impact. You locked the car and began walking towards him, giving him a hug.

“Thanks, Scotty,” You mumbled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

“Of course,” He replied, lingering in the hug before pulling away. “We should go. The funeral’s starting soon.”

“Okay, let’s go hide behind a tombstone so we can get up close,” You giggled before walking off.

“I like the way your mind works,” He responded before following you through the woods. You both ran up to a tombstone, careful to avoid any eyes or cameras and watched from a distance. You shot a smile to Allison as she sat down with her family before an old man wandered in. You quickly realized he was an Argent with the way he made his presence known; taking one of the cameramen’s SIM card and hugging the family.

“Who is that?” You whispered. He held up a finger as he listened to the conversation that unfolded between the Argents.

“Yo,” You heard your boyfriend run up to you before feeling his kiss against your temple. You smiled before getting a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Hide,” You pushed them back, barely avoiding the family’s gaze. They both looked at you with wide eyes before you nodded, giving them the okay to peek again.

“Who the hell is that?” Stiles whispered, choosing to put a pin in his witch comment.

“He’s definitely an Argent,” Scott responded before listening in again. Allison looked over and smiled softly at the lot of you.

“Hey, you know, maybe they’re just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they’re the non-hunting side of the family?” Stiles suggested. “There could be non-hunting Argents. That’s possible, right?”

“I know what they are,” Scott looked back at him.

“Reinforcements,” You pursed your lips before seeing the two boys beside you suddenly get pulled back.

“The three of you. Unbelievable,” Sheriff Stilinski growled. Your face scrunched up at his disappointment as you picked up his tie.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m supposed to ask,” Stiles muttered as he led the three of you back to his car.

You all sat through his lecture that proceeded with a deafening silence. You sighed and ran your hands up and down your thighs, deep in thought about your gut feeling, hoping it was nothing more than a coincidence before Stiles placed his hand over your own. You looked up at him and smiled.

You okay? He mouthed, earning a reassuring smile and nod that he didn’t quite buy.

“4-1-5 Adam,” The radio chattered, making your eyes widen in recognition.

“Disturbance in a car,” You muttered.

“Atta girl! You’re starting to pick up on these now,” Stiles grinned, speaking quietly.

“I’m sorry, did you say 4-1-5 Adam?” The sheriff clarified.

“They we’re taking a heart attack victim DOA. But on the way to the hospital, something hit ‘em.”

“What, hit the ambulance?”

“Copy that. I’m standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There’s blood everywhere,” The voice continued as your boyfriend curiously leaned forward with a look of concern. “And I mean everywhere.”

You looked over at him and to the door, signaling an exit. He nodded before the three of you slid out and ran towards his Jeep. You drove into the dusk, looking for the ambulance. Once you finally found it, Stiles parked a few hundred feet away before you all got out and made your way towards the scene.

“What the hell is Lydia doing?” Stiles questioned as you all hid behind a small hill a close distance away.

“I don’t know,” Scott said.

“What kept you from doing that? Was it Allison?” You breathed, catching glimpse of the bloody interior of the emergency vehicle.

“I hope so,” Scott muttered.

“Do you need to get closer?” Stiles anxiously sighed. Scott sniffed the air before responding.

“No, I got it.”

“Scott,” You shook your head, feeling your heart clench. The boys looked over at you, worried about the words that followed your somber tone. “Just.. I just need you to find her. Please just.. just find her.”

“I will,” He nodded, patting your back before getting up again.

“Hey, she’ll be alright. I know this is scary, but I have faith she’s okay,” Stiles whispered. You furrowed your brows as you looked back at the ambulance. “Hey, hey, look at me. I think we’ve seen enough for a lifetime’s worth of nightmares.”

“Stiles, I.. How are you holding it together so well?” You blinked away the tears in your eyes. “It’s like one big blow after the other. Peter, then the whole stupid fucking witch thing, and Lydia missing-“

“I’m so not holding my cool right now,” He chuckled sweetly, caressing your cheek and wiping away a stray tear. “I’m dying of anxiety at all times. But.. I don’t know. Something about having you around kind of makes it to where I can breathe again.”

“Sti,” You smiled before leaning fully into his embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He chuckled, feeling the familiar warm sensation spread in his chest at your words. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you say that.”

“I’ll just have to say it like a billion more times then,” You giggled.

“A billion?” He laughed. “That’ll take you a lifetime.”

“I mean-”

“STILES!” Sheriff Stilinski shouted into the woods, making you both duck. “I saw you, dumb ass. Get out here. Now!”

“Damn it,” He clenched his eyes in frustration before pushing himself off of the ground. You both scrambled to get up and walk over to him. He stood there with his arms crossed and a stern glare that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Do my lectures mean absolutely nothing to you guys?” He scolded, making the awful feeling in your chest multiply. “Do you understand that we have a potential kidnapping murderer on the loose? Do your lives really mean that little to you?!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stilinski,” You shook your head, trying to clear it of the anxiety. There was now a buzz in your right ear.

“It’s not her fault, Dad. I just-“

“Oh, I know it’s not her fault, son. You and I are going to have a serious conversation about your inquisitiveness and ability to drag your best friend and girlfriend into the worst possible situations!” He shouted. You knew he was speaking at a loud level, but the buzzing got louder as he continued. You winced and covered your right ear. They continued to talk as your eyes closed from the noise.

“Hey, you good?” You heard Stiles say before feeling a grab at your shoulder.

“Lydia,” You whispered subconsciously. “She’s near.”

“Wh-What do you mean?” He stumbled before your head looked over to the woods. And there she stood. Naked and shivering. “Oh my god. Lydia..”

You suddenly snapped back to reality, seeing the face of utter disbelief on your boyfriend’s face before jogging over to her as you took off the coat your borrowed from him. You quickly wrapped her in it, shielding her body from the wandering looks of the men behind you and pushing away the thought of the conversation you weren’t quite ready to have with Stiles; the truth about everything you’ve learned. He was bound to ask about everything later.

“Here. Take this,” You whispered before hugging her. She gladly fell into your arms, shivering violently. “You’re okay. I got you.”

“Thank you,” Her voice shook before wrapping her arms around you and letting out a sob. “Thank you.”

Chapter 2 ->

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[the-broken-truth]

SUBTITLE: CROWNED

Summary: The plan is made and the game is set, all that is needed to is find the target and crown a new champion. However, will everything go as planned?

Note: The Star on the center of the crown is made of Kryptonite. There is also a mind control chip in the center of the gem.

Broken: Here is the next part of Half-Amazon & Kryptonian Reader that no one asked for. Enjoy.

Selina (Over The Phone): So, are you still coming over for pasta?

[Reader] (Smiles as they walk down the almost empty night street to Selina's Loft): Yes, Mom. I'm on my way there now. Give me like 10 minutes and I'll be there.

Selina (Over The Phone): Okay. Oh, I got your favorite drink for the pasta - Sparkling Cider.

[Reader]: Really? Thanks, Mom. You're the... (Looks ahead) Huh?

Selina: [Reader]? What's the matter?

[Reader] (Narrows eyes at the figure standing before them): Mom, I'll call you back. The Head Boy Scout decided to pay me a visit. (Hangs up the phone, sliding it back into their pocket) What the hell do you want, Batman?

Batman (Walks closer to [Reader] but keeps his distance): We need to have a conversation about what you did on the League of Assassins Island.

[Reader] (Scoffs): That again? Look, they had it coming.

Batman: They were people.

[Reader]: Well, those 'people' became targets the moment they placed their hands on my mother. Talia Al Ghul was the only one I left alive because I know that she was Robin's Mother and I didn't want to take a mother away from her son.

Batman: That doesn't excuse what you did. I see now that I made a serious mistake with letting Selina raise you because she never taught you never to kill. You are going to come with me and I am going to raise you with the help of your real parents.

[Reader] (Narrows eyes as pupils being glowing red): I am not gonna let you take me away from my mother, Batman. Don't threaten me.

Batman: It's not a threat, it's a promise. I already called Gordon and he is on his way to Selina's Loft to arrest her for all the theft and kidnapping.

[Reader] (Glares at Batman): You BASTARD!!! NO ONE MESSES WITH MY MOTHER AND LIVES!!!

[Reader's] eyes shot lasers as Batman, who dodged them before he gave a signal, and before [Reader] could react, they found themselves snared by the golden Lasso of Truth and the pain washed over them like a tidal wave before they fell to their knees.]

[Reader] (Struggling against the lasso and shaking in pain): What the?

Wonder Woman (Behind [Reader], holding the lasso with on hand, looking at [Reader] with pity in her eyes): Do not fight against it, My Child; it will only make the pain grow stronger.

[Reader] (Whimpering in pain): You are not...my mother! Let me out o this!

Batman (Walks over to [Reader] with the container in his hands): She is your mother and it's time you started acting like it, [Reader]. I'm sorry for the pain you're feeling but you need to be stopped before it's too late.

[Confused, [Reader] watched as Bruce opened the container and pulled out a golden crown with a glowing green star - their eyes widened at the sight of the star.]

[Reader]: Kryptonite?! What are you gonna do with that?!

Batman (Holds on the crown over [Reader's] Head): What needs to be done.

[Without another word, Batman placed the crown on [Reader's] head before stepping back - the effect was instant as [Reader] began screaming in pain as the greenstone began working on weakening their mind, they fought against it and it only made it worse. Just them, [Reader's] Phone rung again, Bruce took it and answered it.]

Selina (On The Phone): [Reader], something just happened! GPD was at my house and I had to leave! Where are you?! Wait, why are you screaming?! What's happening?!

Batman: I'm afraid that [Reader] can't come to the phone right now.

Selina (On The Phone): Bruce? What are you doing with [Reader's] Phone?! What did you do to my child?!

Batman: What needs to be done.

[Batman hung up]

[End]

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[omgrachwrites]

On His Knees - Loki Laufeyson

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Request: ‘Hello lovie! (If that nickname makes you uncomfortable I'm super sorry!) I was wondering if i could request whereets say reader hasn't worn a dress in years so everyone has forgotten what she looks like in one, and during on of Tony's party's she walking in wearing a black dress with a slit in the side and loki (her friends with benefits) gets really jealous that guys are staring at her and maybe add some smut you're comfortable? Thank you<3′ - anon

Warnings: fluff, lil bit of angst, mentions of sex, implied sex

Words: 1367

A/N: Hope this is okay, lovely anon! I’m sorry that I didn’t add any proper smut in but I’m so bad at writing it! Hope everyone enjoys and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

You leaned forwards, placing the palms of your hands on your dressing table, pouting a little as you applied your favourite lipstick. As you stood back and checked your outfit one last time in the mirror you frowned as you tried to move in the tight dress. The material was far too constricting and you almost regretted wearing it tonight but it was for a good cause.

Tony was throwing one of his usual lavish, Gatsby like parties and for the first time in years, you decided to wear something other than jeans or pants. Loki – with whom you were currently in a friends with benefits arrangement – was being a complete ass lately. So, you were going to show up to the party looking like a million dollars and you were going to flirt with everyone, leaving Loki insanely jealous.

The dress was black and it hugged your figure really well, it had a slit up the side and it was lined with golden thread, it especially enhanced your cleavage which was Loki’s kryptonite. With one last powder of your nose, you sauntered out of your room and towards the elevator which would take you down to the bar where the party was being held.

As gracefully as you could in your high heels and long dress, you walked down the stairs, it seemed that everyone’s eyes were on you and you grinned when Wanda gave you an excited wave.

“You look amazing, Y/N!” she squealed and pulled you into a hug, her sweet perfume washing over you, she looked beautiful herself in a short green dress.

“Thanks, Wand! So do you!” you felt a scratchy kiss against your cheek and you grinned when you turned and saw Tony looking very dapper in one of his ridiculous expensive suits.

“You’re a real knockout, Y/N,” he offered you his arm and the three of you walked towards the bar.

You glanced over to the food table and saw Loki talking to Clint, it seemed as though he hadn’t noticed you yet. Even though you were angry with him, you couldn’t stop your eyes from nearly popping out of your skull and your heart began racing. He looked so handsome, in a suit of black with a green tie, which brought out his beautiful eyes. His raven locks hung loose around his face, just like you liked it.

As you tore your eyes away from the God you noticed, Bucky, Thor and Bruce were standing at the bar and their eyes widened as they stared at you.

“Damn, Y/N,” Bucky looked you up and down, biting his bottom lip, “you look….” He trailed off with a sigh and shook his head, apparently lost for words.

“Amazing,” Bruce finished Bucky’s sentence, his cheeks flushing.

“Breath-taking,” Thor added with a wink.

You smiled as you twirled a strand of hair around your finger, “should I be offended that you’re all looking so surprised? After all, you’ve seen me in a dress before,” you teased as you gestured at your outfit.

“No!” the three men shouted in unison.

With a smirk, you saw your best friend, Sam rolling his eyes as he stood behind the others, “well thank you, gentlemen,” you giggled as you walked through the group to join Sam for a drink.

“You really do look amazing, Y/N,” Sam smiled as the bartender passed you a cocktail, “looks like that dress is working wonders,” he snickered as he pointed over his shoulder.

You leaned on the bar to look past Sam, smirking when you saw Loki looking at you with narrowed eyes, and his jaw was tight. You couldn’t tell whether he was angry or aroused, or both. You stirred your cocktail before sipping the drops off the end of your straw, winking at him. Loki swallowed and went back to his conversation with Clint, leaving you to feel rather pleased with yourself.

You had hoped that as soon as Loki saw you he would come running but you were sadly mistaken, but it was fine, you enjoyed the night with your friends. Loki was clearly too proud to approach you and apologise and you were too stubborn to do much of anything where Loki was concerned. However, you got what you wanted when a handsome blonde haired man starting speaking to you.

“Can I just say, you look absolutely stunning? I’ve had my eyes on you all night,” he flushed as he smiled shyly, his smile showcased his lovely dimples.

“Thank you,” you grinned, “that’s very sweet of you.”

“Can I grab you a drink?” he asked as he gestured at the bar.

You smiled and you were about to reply but before you could, you felt a protective hand on your waist and an angry voice spoke in your ear, making heat pool between your legs, “she’s already got one,” you could feel Loki’s anger without having to look at him.

The cute guy at your side bit his lip as he glanced at you, “my bad man, I thought she was on her own,” he gave you an apologetic look before he made himself scarce.

“What was that petal? Hmm?” he asked as he moved your hair out of the way so he could kiss your shoulder but you refused to give in.

You whirled around to glare at his stupid handsome face, “you didn’t have to do that!” you hissed and his face scrunched up with anger again, “for God’s sake, Loki!” you wrenched yourself out of his hold and you stormed from the party.

“What exactly is your problem, Y/N?” you knew that he was angry with you because he used your actual name but he had no right to be angry.

“My problem?!” you let out a shrill laugh that actually made him step back a few paces, “my problem is that you’ve ignored me for weeks! Even when you are here, you’re off with Thor, you might as well be in Asgard! If you don’t want to be with me anymore than just say that!”

Loki growled and his nostrils flared as he stalked towards you, pinning you to the wall as he rested his hands on either side of your head. You were breathless as you angrily stared up at him, his lips were so close, “I didn’t want to overwhelm you! Lately, all I want to do is be with you! So I was trying to keep my distance.”

With slightly shaky hands, you reached up to cup his cheeks, your anger dissolving a little, “why didn’t you tell me that to begin with? I just want to be close to you, Loki.”

Loki sighed and almost laughed, “you know that communication isn’t my strong suit.”

“So, you still want me?” you bit your lip, hating the fact that he made you feel so vulnerable.

With a small scoff, Loki leaned in and kissed you until you were weak in the knees, you kissed him back, curling your fingers in his hair and tugging a little until you heard him growl against your lips, “does that answer your question?” he laughed.

You nodded and he chuckled as he pressed his warm lips against your forehead as a wicked grin transformed his face, “I can’t believe you thought that I didn’t want you, looks like I need to remind you that I’m yours and your mine,” he smirked, looking you up and down.

You flushed as you pressed your thighs together, “right here?” you whispered, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice.

“Right here,” he smirked as he ran his hand up your thigh and beneath your dress, his eyes widened as he touched your bare flesh. He growled, a muscle twitching in his jaw but you knew this time it was purely from arousal, “have you not been wearing underwear all night?”

With a shake of your head, you gave him a lingering kiss, “my thinking was that if we made up, it would be easy access.”

Loki groaned, “good thinking, but you are such a naughty girl, petal,” he smirked as he got on his knees and pulled your hips towards his mouth, “stay still for me, angel.”

@smiithys​

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[donald4spiderman]

The City

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Summary: Reader is thinking about moving to California. Spencer’s determined to get her to stay.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Category: Fluff (angst if you squint)

**Inspired by Ben’s poetic confession in Parks and Recreations, S3E14**

Here’s a draft i forgot to post

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**not edited yet**

Spencer’s POV

As a profiler, I’ve mastered the observation and analysis of behavior— we all have.

Picking the minds of serial killers is second nature— so why is it so hard for me to figure out why (Y/N) is behaving so strangely?

In the recent months, her witty and charming energy has dwindled into a lethargic imitation. Whether she’d admit it or not— (Y/N) can be extremely enthusiastic about certain things— especially our job.

So, when I watch her drag her feet, inch by inch, into the BAU each morning, It’s hard to contain my concern.

I know Morgan has noticed, and I’m sure everyone else has too. They’re probably just too scared to say anything. (Y/N) doesn’t enjoy people prying into her private life, so we all stay a comfortable distance away.

I watch her a lot... more than I’d like to admit. It’s hard to be unaware of her nervous behaviors— the nail biting, hair twisting, skin picking— I practically have enough data to make a correlation graph. I can tell when she’s upset, and it’s happening more than usual.

(Y/N) has always been kind to me. Even when I was at the peak of my stammering, slicked-back hair phase, she treated me with more respect than I deserved. I can only imagine how awkward I must’ve been (or, still am), and I thank her for not belittling me.

I guess I’m validating the Benjamin Franklin Effect when I say this— but I feel like I owe it to her to ask what’s wrong. Over the years I’ve built up (arguably) the closest friendship with her, so it only makes sense for me to bite the bullet for the team.

It’s partially due to the fact that I’ve developed a slight (if not major) crush over time, but who wouldn’t? A gorgeous, intelligent, quick-witted women is kryptonite for any person. Our conversations are always stimulating, she gives the best advice, and she’s always there to comfort a team member.

So, it pains me to see her struggle through a paperwork day. I wish she would reach out to anyone for help, but it’s not in her nature.

“H-Hi.” I smile as I approach her desk. Her tired eyes look up at me, and she smiles back.

“Hey, Reid. What’s up?

I rub the back of my neck nervously. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Morgan and Emily watching me struggle to form a sentence. They giggle as they watch.

“I-I was... um. D-do you want to get coffee with m-me? Not now! I mean— after work!” Morgan stumbles out of the bullpen, barely containing his laugh. I must sound pathetic.

(Y/N) nods hesitantly, “S-sure. I don’t know why you want to get coffee with me, but I’m free.”

“Really?” My surprise shocks her. “T-that’s gr-great! I can drive you!”

She chuckled, “I think I’d rather drive us. I’m pretty sure you can’t drive a mile without hitting a curb.”

I nod fervently. “Sounds good.”

As I make my way back to my desk, I send a glare in Emily’s direction as she continues to smirk at me.

-

(Y/N) grabs an empty table in the café, and we sit down, huddling close to our warm drinks. She orders a cinnamon latte, I order a black coffee with an unhealthy amount of sugar.

I place the drinks down. “Did you know that cinnamon is shown to reduce systolic blood pressure. It’s commonly used in South Asia and works by dilating blood vessel.”

She nods, “Surprisingly, I did know that. You’re gonna have to teach me something else, Doc.” I laugh in response, enjoying the relaxation that radiates off of her.

“I feel like we don’t get to, um, t-talk as much as I would like to.” My words get caught in my throat and she gives me a lopsided smile.

“Well, we don’t exactly have the most leisurely job.” She states, sipping her drink.

I bite my lip, she looks down. I convince myself that my mind is playing tricks on me, because there’s no way (Y/N) would glance down to watch me pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I know... but you used to talk more.”

“I’ve been busy lately. Tired too.” She mumbles.

I mean forward slightly, my voice is a hushed whisper. “A-are you... okay?” I’m anticipating an defensive response, but all she does is sigh.

“I’m alright. I just... I’m getting tired of being here— in D.C.”

My eyes widen and my brows knit together. “W-What! Why?”

(Y/N) shrugs, “I don’t know. I just expected to feel... really, really attached to D.C when I first moved here. I love my job, and I love you guys— but nothing’s keeping me here.”

My face drops. My disappointment is adamant because she scrambles to reassure me.

“It’s not that I don’t absolutely love working with you guys. You’re my best friend, Spencer. But... I came to D.C to... I don’t know... settle down.” It comes out as more of a question rather a statement. “It’s sounds weird, right? Me, settling down?” She laughs. “I-I don’t mean a husband and a family necessarily. I moved here because I wanted to belong somewhere.”

“You don’t feel like you belong?”

“I feel... I feel like everything I have right now is temporary. It’s not the feeling I expected to have. I just want to have something permanent in my life for once.”

I remain silent, lacking the proper response.

“Please don’t tell anyone!” She pleaded.

I smile solemnly, “I won’t. I promise.”

In that moment, I make another promise. Not just to (Y/N), but to myself. I’m going to show her how many things she has here for her in D.C.

I’m going to prove how much I believe she belongs.

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I started by bringing her coffee each morning— a cinnamon latte from the same café we went to.

The first time she seemed pleasantly surprised. I sped through the doors of the bullpen, my coat and slacks absolutely soaked due to the rainy D.C weather. She giggled at the sight of my hair plastered to my forehead. I was certain that I looked like a wet dog.

“Morning!” I greeted, placing down both cups of coffee on her desk so I could fix my hair. “I-uh-I got you coffee. A cinnamon latte, of course.”

(Y/N) smiles brightly, “You’re the best. Thanks, Reid. I definitely needed this.”

Hotch and Rossi are watching me curiously, pretending not to look up from their files. At this moment, I could care less.

“It’s n-nothing.” Suddenly I’m blushing furiously under the weight of her stare.

“Thanks, again.” She clears her throat, “Y-you’re a really good friend.”

She smiles. And I smile.

-

In the next three weeks, (Y/N) and I grow closer at a rate faster then ever. I try to do something small for her everyday. Finishing up a file for her; Bringing her coffee or water; Sitting next to her on the jet. It appears to be working— she looks much more relaxed and happy. Her sarcastic humor is back and she engages more with the team.

We’ve decided to hang out after today. I find myself enjoying every minute with her, even if all we do is talk, eat, and walk around aimlessly. I’m sure she’s tired of me, but my infatuation with her only grows.

Tonight, we’re sitting at the park, watching people on their late night jogs, dog walkers, babysitters. We finished eating Indian food at a local restaurant. Turns out we’re both regulars at the same place, it’s a shame we haven’t run into each other.

She’s sitting criss-cross on the bench, her elbow rested on top of her knee. “You know,” She starts, “D.C is pretty great. I don’t think I’ve felt this... content in a while.”

I smile, even if it’s too dark for her to see. “Th-thanks. D.C is a great place, despite averaging 39 inches of rain annually.”

She means her head back against the bench. “I still don’t know. I feel like I’m just waiting for something. I don’t even know what that something is... a sign maybe?”

“A sign?” I laugh.

“Y-yeah... a sign. I’d usually make a pros and cons list and research the differences between the two places but... this decision feels too personal to look at it as just statistics.”

In this very moment, I decide to toss all my concerns, questions, what if’s, into the wind. This is my final move; my last resort; my Hail Mary.

My hands are trembling, and it takes me seconds to force the words out of my throat.

“W-well, besides the higher cost of living and considerably gloomy weather, D.C can be a p-pretty great place to reside. It has a busy political culture and is one of the most diverse states in the country.” I pause for a little longer than necessary.

“But, besides statistics and facts, if w-we look past objectivity, to me: D.C is where my friends are, and my friends are my family. Um... I like The City because it’s home to so many great people. A-and I know it’s hard to see the good in things considering how much violence we see on a daily basis, but certain people make me believe that things aren’t all that bad.”

(Y/N)‘a listening attentively, making me even more nervous than I thought possible. “D.C— The City— is beautiful. It’s charming. It’s a warm, cinnamon latte on a rainy day, o-or a late night walk in the park. To me, it’s home.” I catch her smirking a little bit, and I can only hope that she understands what I’m trying to say.

“Plus, The City is really good at her job. The City’s an excellent profiler. But, the city’s an even better friend, and an even better person. It doesn’t hurt that The City has great hair, and gorgeous eyes, and a perfect smile. And, she does this cute thing where she twists the ends of her hair, even if I keep telling her to stop. The City’s beautiful and definitely out of my league. She probably wants nothing to with me now, but I don’t care. I really like The City. And, even if she doesn’t like me back, she should stay, because there are so many people that like and love The City. ‘Cause who wouldn’t.”

(Y/N) is full on grinning right now, and it’s hard to stay patient when so much is on the line.

“Wow.” She giggles. “You really like The City.”

I chuckled awkwardly, “Y-yeah. I really do.”

“I mean, if you think The City’s so great, maybe I should stay. Plus, I’m sure The City likes you too.”

I feign confusion, “Really? I don’t know... The City can be kind of closed off sometimes.”

“Trust me— The City definitely likes you back. And I don’t think The City appreciates you saying that about her”

“Oh really?” I gasp. “Let’s ask her.”

I turn my head around, then proceed to look back at (Y/N) in the most dramatic fashion.

“Hey.” I laugh.

“Oh, Hi Dr. Reid!” She feigns surprise to match my frivolousness.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, b-but I really like you. And, a little birdy told me that you like me back.”

She laughs heartily, “Well, that little birdy is a pretty reliable source.”

Soon, her head is resting on my shoulder. My body’s stiff and the air is caught in my lungs, but I feel more content than I have in years. Somehow the weather is warmer, and the sun is brighter, and things just seem... better.

“This is a great city.” She mumbles, peering up at me in the most adorable fashion.

“Yeah,” I smile, “It really is.”

-

“Pawnee’s a really special town, I love living there. And, I look forward to the moments in my day where I get to hang out with the town, and talk to the town about stuff. The town has really nice blonde hair too. And, it’s read a shocking number of political biographies for a town, which I like.” - Ben Wyatt

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #dr reid #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #sub!spencer #bittersweet #criminal minds x reader #fluff #spencer x y/n #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Prompt: Post 5x19, Kara and Lena finally have a proper conversation. Both sides admit to their mistakes and apologies are given (i.e: a proper reconciliation).

Kara arrives with little fanfare. A soft knock, and Lena opens the door to reveal Kara Danvers, not shrinking, not earnest, just miserable.

Lena has a thought to close the door in her face, but she doesn’t have the energy to deal with the fallout of such a robust decision. So she simply leaves the door open and goes back to putting her teabag in her mug. As she pours the boiling water in, Kara enters and carefully shuts the door behind her. After a few minutes of silence, Kara is the first to break.

“Is this really what you want?” she asks, voice soft. She doesn’t have to explain what she means by ‘this’. She means the awkwardness, the resentment, the loneliness. Lena knows because she feels it just as keenly. 

But that’s not the real issue, is it.

“It’s a little late for you to be thinking about what I want,” Lena returns.

What she wants is what she had. A friend. A life her control, a life fulfilled. The surety that she had finally found people who loved her as much as she did them.

“Sorry,” Lena allows, in deference to the silence that follows. But she isn’t. Not really. The shame and guilt of Non Nocere still lingers, but pales in comparison to the exhaustion that fills her. “I suppose the question is what do you want, Kara?” 

The shrug that answers her looks as empty as Lena feels. “I want you, Lena.”

A laugh bubbles out of Lena, cold and mirthless. “You had me, Kara. Body and soul, you had me. You’re the one who didn’t reciprocate, even though you were happy to let me believe you did.”

Kara nods, swallowing thickly. “You’re right. I always asked more of you than I was willing to give of myself, and that wasn’t fair. I just-- I cherish our friendship, Lena. You have to know that.”

“I did,” Lena confirms, her features stony. “Right up until I found out it was all a lie.”

“Not all of it. So much of it was real. I wish I could prove it to you.”

But Lena shakes her head. “You misunderstand me, Kara. I’m not looking to understand. Not anymore. I don’t--” 

I don’t care. 

It’s a lie and it isn’t. It doesn’t matter much, in the face of what Lena’s done, and that fact weighs heavily on her. She doesn’t bother to finish the sentence. Lets it hang, dangling ominously between them. 

Lena sighs. She’s tired. Tired of the sidestepping and the guilt and the grief and everything else. She’s just exhausted.

Wishing her drink was a little stronger, Lena turns back around and faces her adversary for the night. Kara looks as empty as Lena feels: her features are guarded, reticent. There’s no smile lifting them now, no tears dampening them. All that’s left is the bones of their prior rage and hurt, picked clean by their previous blowouts.

All that’s left is them.

“You used kryptonite against me,” Kara says. Her voice is low, as much an accusation as an expression of hurt. 

Lena exhales. It’s the one thing she can’t justify, even to herself. The one thing she knows she can’t explain away.

“It was poetic,” she says, chin lifting. “All those things Supergirl said-- all those things you said, my best friend, said.” Lena smirks. “If there’s one thing a Luthor loves more than proving someone wrong, it’s proving someone right.”

“That’s all it was? Your Luthor genes just shining through?”

“No,” Lena snaps. She lifts her mug, pointing at Kara, pinning her to the spot. “No, it wasn’t. I wanted you to hurt. I wanted you to feel even a fraction of the pain I felt, the pain you caused. There’s no words in the english lexicon to describe the hurt and the betrayal I felt at what you did, but how you described kryptonite?”

Lena meets Kara’s gaze, the heat of her rekindled rage rapidly cooling back to nothingness.

“At least that came close.”

There’s nothing left to keep them afloat. All the realness their friendship might have had won’t survive this. How could it. 

“Okay.”

Lena freezes. “Okay, what.”

“Okay,” Kara repeats. 

Lena turns, and finds Kara standing in a familiar pose made foreign by her button down and jeans. Hands on her hips, Kara lifts her chin, hair falling around her shoulders. Instead of putting her at ease, Lena feels her hackles lift.

“No,” she snarls, “you don’t get to forgive me.”

“I don’t forgive you,” comes the cool response. “But I understand. And that’s the first step--”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It can be.”

Lena scoffs, gulping at her too hot tea like it’s scotch. It burns, but not in the way that steadies her, nor does it numb the bitterness rising in her throat. “And what if I don’t want it? I don’t want your forgiveness, Kara, because I sure as hell am not giving you mine.”

Oh. Oh.

There it is. The hurt she so desperately needed to see in Kara strikes then, creasing the hero’s face into pained consternation. Almost as soon as Lena sees it, it disappears behind a mask of hardened anger. 

“So that’s how it’s going to be? You’d rather cling to your rage and your hurt than, than… you’d throw us away for that?”

“You don’t understand…”

“Then make me understand!”

“It’s the only part of us that’s real!” Lena’s voice lifts shrilly. Her eyes burn and her throat locks, threatening to strangle her. “If our entire friendship is predicated on a lie, then your betrayal is the first real moment between us and don’t you dare try to deny it.”

The only softening in Kara’s features is the crinkle that forms between her eyebrows. “That’s something you choose to believe. Because in your world it’s easier to believe that the people who hurt you don’t love you. It’s easier to believe that they’ve been playing you all along, but it’s not that simple. And it’s not the truth, Lena. It isn’t.”

 Kara holds her gaze, eyes fierce and defiant. 

“Tell me what you want, Lena. Not what your pride says, or your anger. What do you want?”

In the silence that follows, Lena realizes they’re impossibly close. The air between them pulls at her, magnetized by the earnestness in Kara’s eyes. Finally, Lena relinquishes herself to it, and leans in to press her lips against Kara’s. 

Kara’s lips part reflexively in surprise, then come together to capture Lena’s in turn. But Lena keeps hers steady and sure, almost chaste in the neatness of her kiss. When she pulls away, Kara almost seems to follow her, as though drawn by gravity. But then they both blink, the spell broken.

Kara looks at her in confusion, her gaze tinged with hope. 

“I only ever wanted you,” Lena tells her softly. “The one thing I never truly had.”

#supercorp #prompt filled #quarantine prompt party 2.0 #i know its been forever and a half #but i've been mulling this convo over for weeks #not quite a reconciliation #but one helluva cliffhanger tho #amirite? #that's how the season should have ended #angst

[river-bottom-nightmare]

relationship dynamics

because i felt like it

Birdflash: Their relationship dynamic is like the cutest thing ever. “I’ve noticed that we’ve slowly begun to phase the ‘B’ out of our bromance.” Have done the spiderman kiss and will continue to do the spiderman kiss. SO. MANY. PUNS. They’re CONSTANTLY in a pun war. In a drive thru: “Hey can you tell the guy in the car behind me that he’s cute and I’ll pay for his drink?” “Um….okay sir.” “Your total is $10.59. Also the guy in front of you said, um, he said to tell you that he thinks you’re cute and he’ll pay for your drink.” “*rolls eyes with a fond smile* that’s my husband, he thinks he’s romantic,” but the best part is that it works for either one of them. Birdflash Culture is the word “babe.” If you don’t think they had a bubble machine at their wedding then you’re lying to yourself. Eating junk food whenever and wherever they want,. “Oh my god just get in the fucking blanket fort already.” Where you go, I go. SO MUCH FOOD OH MY GOD ALL THE FOOD SO MUCH FRIGGIN FOOD. Police/crime lab aesthetic bc I have a headcanon that they’ both work with the police department (Dick’s a detective, Wally’s the lead CSI). Photo booth strips. Them being impressed by each other all the time. F R E C K L E S. Stopping halfway through the middle of sex because they just realized something about Star Trek season 3 episode 8 and they really need to pull it up on the tv to make sure they’re right. Re-enacting fight scenes from martial arts movies in the living room of a tiny apartment. Have i mentioned the babe thing because they toss around the word babe all the friggin time, not baby that’s gross, just plain babe along with bro and dude those three are interchangeable. “I called shotgun infinity when I was twelve.” The glass is always half full. Them playing video games at home eating pizza counts as a “date” but also they’ve been doing the same thing for years.

Jayroy: “don’t worry I know what I’m doing” “not even god knows what you’re doing.” Sharing cigarettes. Desperate messy kisses. Constant fast paced insult war that you can’t keep up with if you’re not quick witted enough. “My family had to put up with me but you? You’re the idiot who chose me as a best friend.” pet names galore but like edgy ones not gross sweet ones (my personal favorite is jaybird bc it’s awesome and also canon), very very kinky sex, will murder rapists and drug lords in the most painful way possible without giving a solitary fuck but will go to a nursing home the next morning and be as respectful as possible to the elderly. Tattooossss. Baseball hats. Say “fuck you” as “I love you.” Hair ties everywhere. m u s c l e s.

Timkon:  Classic love story. Like, switch one of their genders and you’ve got a old school romance movie in the making. Photo shoots with a pride flag and merch. Pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks. Tim wearing Kon’s clothes to the point where practically his entire wardrobe except for his fancy clothes and red robin suit consists solely of Kon’s stuff. The Neighborhood vibes. Holding hands on a date at the carnival. Pride bracelets and pins. 90s vibes. Kind of the type of Destiel feeling where you can’t really have Destiel without also having Sam being the overenthusiastic shipper/supportive brother? That but with the rest of the Core Four. Polaroid pictures. Gay and Tired. Flannel + Leather + Denim. they go on dates with other people (before they realize they’re in love) and spend the entire time talking about their other half. Skateboards. A high school romance.

Damijon (aged up obviously):  constant constant constant bickering and arguing, like we’re surpassing married couple status here. “I’m older” “I’m taller” starts out as a biting insult, falls into teasing joke, then becomes something they say with a mischievous fondness and an inside-joke smile. Country + Pop Taylor swift songs. Wandering together through the city. "Be kind to animals or I’ll kill you.” Sitting on the roof together. Kryptonite blades that Jon trusts no one except Damian to wield. “I hate you” “happy to hear it” turning into another inside joke. Sleepovers. Never growing up. “I trust you with my life unconditionally but I do not trust you to get my order right remember the time you betrayed me and everything I ever stood for?” “Oh my god dami I forgot the sauce onCE.” Don’t lie to yourself, habibi is totally a thing. Damian wearing Jon’s varsity football jacket over dark colored/black turtleneck shirts. Damian sketching Jon either late at night in the light of the moon or early in the morning by the light of the sun. Classic dark vs Light. Running down the street tugging the other behind you while holding hands. Red converse + Combat boots. TEAMWORK. “Clark, your son is annoying, loud, clumsy, entirely too tall, hopelessly optimistic, and way too naive. I trust him with every cell in my body.”

#this was just me feeling shippy #birdflash #jayroy #timkon #damijon #dick grayson #wally west #jason todd #roy harper #tim drake #kon-el #damian wayne #jon kent #dc #birdflash headcanon #jayroy headcanon #timkon headcanon #damijon headcanon #dick grayson headcanon #nightwing #nightwing headanon #wally west headcanon #kid flash headcanon #the flash headcanon #jason todd headcanon #red hood #red hood headcanon #roy harper headcanon #arsenal headcanon #tim drake headcanon

[pascalslittlebrat]

chiquita hermosa preciosa, im in such need of some angst from you bc i miss your writing; would it be too much to ask for something with some of the bois that fits the prompt "i don't think you deserve this"? bc tbh is one of my faves ajdnjs

love you 💓

Te amo bby, you know I have trouble stopping once I start so here’s a little Dave One Shot💜

Wish You the Best

Rating: M

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader

Word Count: ~4,100

Warnings: angst, brief mentions of sex but nothing in detail, death and funeral

* This takes place years before The Equalizer 2, before and after McCall’s ‘death’*

Summary: Dave York had been a great part of your life until he wasn’t. When he calls you saying he needs you after the loss of his mentor, you show up with the memories of the past still haunting you of the man he used to be and the man he became once joining the special ops.

A/N: Special thanks to @purplepascal042 for helping look this over for me while I overthought.

You don’t know why you always came running back to Dave. Why the moment he called saying he needed you, you were ready to go to him no matter how many times he had hurt you before. It was a constant cycle you had been unable to break, years of friendship and a relationship, always making you return, even when you knew it wasn’t going to end in your favor. 

You knew this, yet you still ran, you still answered him immediately when his name would come up on your phone. Even when you hadn’t heard from him in so long, even after he has broken your heart over and over again with the nights of passion that led to an empty bed by sunrise, you would answer the phone without a second thought. You always told yourself, This is the last time, I’m not going to run to him anymore, yet you always did.

Dave York was your kryptonite and he could break your heart over and over again. He had been your best friend once, the love of your life, and you still held onto those good memories, the memories of the man he used to be. So as you knocked on his door taking a deep breath, you made yourself that silly little promise again, I won’t run to him again after this.

You met Dave at university, something immediately clicking when you both had reached for the same book in the library for the psychology class you were both taking. You both fell into conversation easily after that, could talk about everything and anything. Dave was handsome, you loved his sharp nose and his bright smile, you liked the flicker of  amber in his eyes when you both were walking outside and the sun shined on him. He could make you laugh and he was always a gentleman. You could always count on him to be there for you. He would stay up late helping you study or looking over your papers. Your friendship fell into place so easily, it made you feel like he had always been a part of your life.

Dave had a heart of gold, always going out of his way to help others. He’d reach for books that others couldn’t reach, he’d help give people directions, or help someone finish paying for their groceries if he saw they didn’t have enough. He cared so much for others and you that you couldn’t help the feelings that started to bloom in your heart the more you learned about him. 

******

You both shared your first kiss a year later. You had both just finished a grueling spring semester. Dave had invited you to get ice cream and some strawberry ice cream had gotten stuck in the corner of your mouth. Dave had reached out, thumb wiping it clean, brown eyes peering into your own. You remember time seemed to have stopped, you both stood there eyes on each other, before Dave had breathed out, “I really want to kiss you” and you told him, “I’d really like that.” You could still remember how soft his lips had felt on yours, the way his mouth tasted like vanilla, how warm his hand felt on your hip. You could remember the way you both laughed, foreheads pressed against each other, as your ice cream dripped from your hands onto the concrete below as you both admitted to having wanted to do that for so long.

*******

You both had been dating for a year, the best year of both of your lives, when he told you he was joining the Marines. You remember how shocked you had been, the way you had blinked at him, letting his words sink in. You remember the hurt in your heart, knowing he had made this choice without asking you. At the same time, you knew this was what he wanted. Dave always loved helping others, why wouldn’t he want to help keep his country safe? He told you he wanted to get out of D.C., he wanted to build a better life for you both, and with this he’d be able to help others and become the man he wanted to be. You cried that night but hugged him close, telling him you’d be there every step of the way and that you were proud of him. You just wanted to enjoy whatever time you had.

*****

The day he left for basic training, you sobbed into his shirt, you didn’t want to let him go. He smiled down at you, telling you he’d be back before you knew it or that he’d be calling to tell you to visit him. You had clung onto him, wanting to remember everything about him, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the dimple on his cheek when he did, his scent that always made you feel like you were home. He radiated warmth and love and looking back on it now, you wished that you hadn’t let him go, that you had kept him there with you. You wished you had talked him out of it, told him that you both should run off together, buy that big house in the middle of the forest like you both always wanted. You shouldn’t have let him go, but you did and your heart started to ache ever since then.

******

Dave didn’t immediately change. He held his warmth for so long, you’d visit him on base when you could or he’d call you every night. If he was too busy he’d send you a letter, reminding you how much he loved you and how you were always on his mind. Dave made an impression with his skill and knowledge and it made you excited when he told you he was being considered to join their special ops team. You knew what an honor it was to be considered for something as special as that and you knew Dave had worked hard for it. You remember your words of encouragement as he started the screening process. “If they don’t choose you then they don’t know what they’re missing out on, you’re brilliant,” you had told him. “They’d be lucky to have you.” If only you had known just how unlucky it was going to be for the both of you.

******* Dave passed through the screening. He couldn’t tell you too much, he now had to maintain a secret clearance, but he was so excited. You understood though and congratulated him, proud of this new achievement. He told you it would be a while before you heard from him, he had a six week training course he was being sent to. You told him you wished you could kiss him and he laughed telling you if you were there he would be wanting to do more than kiss you. You smiled on the other end of the phone, wishing him luck. You told him to call or write to you as soon as he could. He told you he missed you and loved you, that the moment he could have you with him, he’d be embracing you again.

*******

You went months not hearing from Dave, even when you had gone to see him you hadn’t been able to stay long. He gave you an apologetic smile before leaving again, saying they were sending him off somewhere for a mission. In between training and missions, Dave was being kept busy. His brown eyes looked sad, you could tell he felt bad for having to leave you. You had given him a small smile, not wanting him to feel worse than you could already tell he was, “It’s okay, how long will you be gone?” He had let out a sigh, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “I’m not sure, why don’t we just make this night feel like it’s our last.” That night he made love to you like never before, he made sure to worship every inch of your body, having you cry out his name over and over again, as if memorizing it for the last time. It was the last time he ever looked at you like that.

******

Dave became a changed man after that. He lost his warmth, it would make an appearance every now and then but mostly he became cold, a shell of the man he was. He started off stressed, not talking as much, he asked you to visit less, he started being gone more. Then he became cold, he barely spoke much to you, he became irritable. You tried to ask him what was wrong and he would get annoyed, “You know I can’t tell you anything, stop asking.” You’d apologize and change the subject, trying to lighten up the mood. 

Then you got the call, he called saying he was in D.C., he needed to see you. His tone lacked the excitement it always held when he knew he was going to see you. It sounded gruff, synthetic, like he was talking to you but not really there. You meet him at a bench in Lincoln Park, he doesn’t smile at you when you sit next to him. His eyes are hard, lifeless, he looks like a man that has seen things he shouldn’t have. Your heart breaks at the sight, if only you had known what was about to come to you.

Dave leaves you that day, ends your relationship. “I don’t think you deserve this,” he tells you monotonously. He barely meets your eyes, even as you cry and ask him why. When he finally meets your eyes you see the glimpse of sadness, the glimpse of the Dave you knew, but it’s gone as quick as you see it. He takes your hand in his and tells you sorry and that he wishes you the best, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before getting up and walking away. You break down on the bench, unable to find the voice or strength to stop him. You watch him leave, years of friendship and love walking away with him, with a piece of your heart you knew you’d never get back.

Dave opens the door as soon as you knock. “I got here as soon as I-” you start off before he immediately pulls you into a hug, catching you by surprise. Meeting with Dave York usually meant a quick fling, him fucking you into whatever surface he can, no touching that wasn’t in a lustful way. You’d be lucky to get a kiss on the forehead, other than that it was just pure lust and Dave getting out whatever emotions he was holding in as he claimed you as his over and over again. 

“I’m so sorry,” you feel him cry into your shoulder, feeling your shirt starting to become wet with tears. You immediately hug him tightly, concern coursing through your body. You place a hand in his hair, running your fingers through it as he sobs. “W-We lost McCall.”

Your eyes widen and you pull back and look into Dave’s broken eyes, they’re red with tears and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days. You take in the cuts all over his face, his lip looks busted, as you look over his body you notice all the other little scratches littering his body, the large bandage on his arm. Your hands move up to his face, gently holding it in your hands, holding his gaze, he looked like was barely holding himself up and you pull him into your arms again. “D-Dave what happened?”

Dave shakes his head above yours, not able to form the words to get out. “I’ve got you, Dave. I’ve got you.” You feel the shake of his shoulders as he sobs, rubbing his back soothingly.

You knew how Dave felt about McCall, the older man had been a mentor to him the moment he started his training. Dave had always talked to you about the other man with such fondness. He was his partner on missions, that much he could tell you about them. He told you that McCall always had his back and he was lucky the older man had taken him under his wing. You held Dave close as he sobbed into your shoulder, “Dave, I’m-I’m so sorry, I know how much he meant to you.” 

You tried to find the words to say as Dave cried, you led him to the couch in the hotel room he was staying at. You watched the cold exterior of the man you still loved, fall apart. He looked at you broken, asking if you could just hold him. You see the glimpse of your Dave and you know you can’t deny him, not now, not after this. You hold him close, Dave burying his head in your neck as he lets out the emotions you know he had been holding in since he received the news.

He tries to apologize to you, telling you that he didn’t deserve to have you there with him. You kiss his forehead, feeling the familiar ache in your heart. How you had longed to hear him apologize for the past years of pain after going in circles with him. However, now was not the time to dwell on that, not during a moment like this, you tell him as much as well. 

“We can talk about it another time, I’m here for you David, I know this isn’t easy,” you tell him softly as your thumbs wipe tears off his cheeks. He gulps, eyes filling with tears again as he nods at you. You caress his face, fighting back your own tears, you hated seeing him hurt like this. His hurt felt like your own and while you were trying to balance these emotions in front of you along with your own of the past, you felt yourself fighting to keep it together. You knew for right now this had to be enough, Dave had turned to you and it made you feel like it meant something for him to search for you in a moment like this.

You held him as he cried, getting him some water to drink after a while. He calmed down after an hour, just laying beside you on the couch, his head on your chest. He clung to you as if you were the only one keeping him grounded to the earth.  You could hear him still sniffling as you ran soothing fingers through his hair. “I saw him….he was there...then...then was gone,” you heard Dave mumble against your shirt, face hidden. You feel the wetness of tears against your skin again.

“Dave, babe, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to talk about it,” you tell him softly. He looks up at you and you run a hand over his cheek, watching as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, leaning into your touch. Your heart breaks at every cut you see, wishing you could help the broken man below you heal from this mental and physical pain.

You almost burst into tears when his eyes open again, soft brown eyes meet yours. They don’t carry the warmth of before but the cold, hardness has left, leaving only the grief behind. He looks as he did 5 years before only now a broken man. He takes your hand in his, eyes never leaving yours, “I think it would help if I do.” 

“Just tell me what you can, I’m here. If it gets too hard we can stop okay,” you offer and he nods, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles over your skin.

Dave tells you about the incident. He doesn’t tell you where or why they were there. He simply tells you about how they had a mission and McCall had gone into the hotel. Dave and the other guys on the team had stayed outside to keep watch. It was supposed to be something simple, in and out, to the point they knew that McCall would be able to handle it on his own, after all he was the most experienced. 

“I should have gone in with him…” Dave breathes out, you both had sat up and his head was in his hands as he cried. You rub his back, shaking your head. You could feel the guilt coming off of him, see all the scenarios he was playing in his head. 

You place a hand on his knee, Dave looks up, tears streaming down his cheek, “Dave, you didn’t know.” You knew the words weren’t enough, you could sense the survivor’s guilt he was feeling. He goes on to tell you about the first explosion going off, the way he immediately ran in even as the other guys yelled at him to stop. All he could think about was saving McCall. He remembers stepping into the lobby, McCall’s eyes meeting his, telling him to run before a second explosion went off. Dave said everything became white noise after that, the force of the explosion threw him back, he remembers feeling the debris of the hotel falling and hitting him. Reznik had come in behind him and managed to pull Dave out, his ears ringing as he screamed telling them to get McCall. It had been too late though, Dave remembered seeing the hotel come down before he lost consciousness.

You knew you could only say so much, Dave was broken, even more of a shell than before, he had a lot you knew he was going to have to process and overcome. There was no way any man could go through an event like that and be okay. Dave tells you how he’s dreamt about it every night, how he woke up in the hospital and had to be sedated once they told him they had lost McCall. You hold him as he starts to sob again, letting him know you are there. You knew there wasn’t much you could do but be there.

Dave clings onto you again, you can feel the rumble of his cries as he holds you tight. You wished you could do more, that you could go back in time and remove them both from that situation. 

After another hour, you see his exhaustion start to settle in, no longer able to release anymore tears. You help him into his bed, helping him undress. You tuck him in and kiss the top of his head, telling him to let you know if he needs you. Dave grabs your hand before you walk away, “Thank you for coming, you being here, it helped a lot.”

You give him a sad smile, giving his hand a squeeze, “I told you, I’ll always be here if you need me. Give me a call if you need me to come over again, I’ll be here in a heartbeat.”

Dave gives you a broken smile, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to it. “I appreciate you so much,” he whispers tiredly, you can see him starting to fight to keep his eyes open. “Will you come to the funeral? I think it’d help a lot having you there with me.”

You nod at him, knowing you’d do anything he needed to help him through this. “Of course, get some rest dear.”

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Dave had you over every day up to the funeral. You’d take him food and sit with him, sometimes he’d ask about your day or tell you about the service he was planning. Other days he’d just want you to sit with him in silence while you held him. He became more nervous as the day came, you would squeeze his hand and remind him you’d be there. He would always squeeze your hand to say thank you, giving you the small smile he could muster up.

You arrive at the funeral home, nodding at the men in uniform you pass, greeting the ones you know. You hug Susan when you see her, she seems so grateful to see you, telling you that she’s happy that Dave has you there beside him. You thank her as well, knowing she had been there with Dave since the news as well, trying to help him process. You make your way to the closed casket, bowing your head and saying a short prayer,  before turning to where you saw Dave sitting in his uniform up front with other men from his team. 

He stands up immediately and pulls you into a tight hug. “Thank you for being here,” he tells you and you can hear the sincerity in his tone. 

You hold him and take his hand in yours, “I’ll be here if you need me.” He nods at you and you make your way towards the back, wanting to give those that properly knew McCall the space to be around. The small funeral home filled quickly before the service. You kept your eye on Dave the whole time, trying to pick up on any signs that he might need you. 

You watched him closely, the moment he went up to speak some words about McCall, moving to the end of the pew so you could get up easily. You saw him fighting back tears before he had to stop. You saw him start choking up, the words coming hard for him to say. You made the move to get up but stopped when you saw a short brunette go up to him, taking his hand in hers.

You felt your heart drop as you saw him relax, her head laying on his shoulder as he was able to finish his speech. He pressed a kiss to her temple after he finished, seeing him mouth a thank you to her. You felt the tightening in your chest as you watched her take a seat next to him. You wanted to take your eyes off of them but you couldn’t. You had completely mistaken Dave’s reason for calling you. You had given yourself the hope that he wanted to mend things between you both. You fight back tears as the service continues, not wanting to be selfish in a moment like this. Dave York had never promised you anything.

You watched as the petite woman followed behind him as Dave and the other Marines carried McCall’s casket out. You felt your heart ache, you had come with the intention of being able to be there for him in that way but it seemed Dave didn’t need you that much at all. You walked outside, seeing him standing away from the others, the brunette next to him, hand in his. 

You go up to Dave, you see the flash of regret in his eyes. You have to turn away, not wanting to see the guilt he held in them anymore. You blink away tears, giving him a small smile. He pulls you into a hug but you only hold him with one arm while trying to keep your distance. “I think I’ll be going now,” you tell him, voice trembling. 

Dave looks at you as you pull back. “Thank you for being here,” he whispers, he looks like he wants to reach out for you and a part of you wishes he would. He looks over at the other woman, “This… This is Carol my…”

The brunette, Carol, gives you a warm smile, no hostility in it and you try to muster up a polite smile back, you couldn’t hold anything against her, she didn’t know. She wasn’t the one that had given you hope, “I’m Dave’s girlfriend. It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard such good things.”

You nod at her, barely able to get out a “It’s nice to meet you, too.” You can feel the tears ready to spill, the anxiety blooming in your chest. You give them one last nod, looking at Dave. “If you need me let me know. Goodbye.”

You walk away, heels clicking against the cement, you’re almost to your car when you hear footsteps behind you. Your breath catches when you turn to see Dave running up to you. “I-I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t think she would come…We’re not really together...”

You shake your head at him, brushing away the tears that had escaped, “You don’t owe me any explanation Dave. I should have known better by now.”

“I don’t think you deserve this, I’m so sorry. I should have-,” Dave says repeating the words he had all those years before. His words come out desperate, pleading.

You look at him and nod, raising a hand to cut him off, feeling the pain deep within your soul, “You’re right David, I don’t deserve this…I wish you the best.” You give him a broken smile and turn away, hating yourself for what you’re about to do. It was time though, you both had gone in circles too long. You get into your car driving away, watching from your rear view mirror as he stands there, hand rubbing over his face knowing that what you both had was done and all you could hope was that time would heal all wounds.

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