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bothoutsiders · 6 months

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"All I'm asking is for you to say the words. That's it."

Tim stared at the man across him for a long while, processing the words he had just heard. Moments later, his brain went completely blank.

"... What?" Maybe he had been up for too long and now he was having auditory hallucinations. This wouldn't be the first time.

"You're the only one that Jason would listen to. Calm him down, keep him from moving away. I'll do the rest."

There was a strange sensation under his skin. A cold that was lifting up his spine, changing his stance to a defensive one.

"Does Dick know about what you're planning to do?"

Although if he knew, Bruce wouldn't have asked for something like this. The idea was completely absurd. How was he asking for Tim to do such a thing? Out of everyone he could have asked; he chose Tim. Tim!

"No, he's busy with other things and I'm here left to clean after Jason's mess."

He still thought this request was unbelievable. Was Bruce toying with him?

Bruce sighed.

"Tim, I know about your relationship with Jason, and I also know about this werewolf Jason going in a killing spree every now and then. I've known it from the start."

Tim's body was tense.

"But I also know that you are smart. Smarter than all of us." Bruce lifted a corner of his lips, resigned. "And you know this is the best for everyone. Even for Jason."

His lips tensed and his lungs filled with air, ready to speak, to defend Jason but then he remembered...

Every time he witnessed his transformation, he could hear Jason scream and his bones break. It was a painful transformation, and when it ended, Tim needed to be there.

Sometimes after that, nightmares follow, tormenting an exhausted Jason in his sleep.

"But you don't kill, Bruce."

Tim didn't know where to look, he felt confused, pressured and... sad. If he accepted, he would be betraying Jason. His favorite Robin, that guy who had opened up only to him. But Bruce was right, Jason was suffering too.

"He's not going to die, Tim." Bruce shook his head. "I'm only going to kill his werewolf side. After we finish, he will be only human. Maybe you two can move out somewhere nice and start a new life."

After a moment of silence, Tim nodded.

Jason was hard to catch. There were always a plan B, C, and D for him. Perhaps Bruce had taught him well or perhaps this was how Jason had always been. Either way, Bruce needed Tim for this. He knew that the only one who had been able to tame Jason was him.

The plan was simple: give him an order to stay still and then Bruce will shoot him.

One silver bullet to pierce the thick werewolf skin.

One shot to kill the beast inside.

"He's here." He heard through the comms.

Batman moved closer to the place they had agreed on and observed the beast that Jason was now. Even taller than what he used to be, leaning down to Tim who was whispering to him, caressing him, as if he were just a big, big wolf. Not a beast. Not something to be exterminated.

He could see how Jason closed his eyes, trusting the other and enjoying the affection. Bruce wondered if he could've made Jason's life better if he would have placed him in a loving family...

Lost in thought, he didn't realize the wind blew and it carried his scent to them.

To Jason.

In an instant, Jason turned and began to growl.

"Wait- everyone wait!"

Bruce didn't move. He knew that if he was reckless and tried to shoot right now, he would miss his shot. He couldn't risk wasting a bullet.

Tim removed his domino mask and just then Bruce realized his eyes were red and swollen. He cupped Jason's face as he began to sob.

And maybe there was something deep inside Bruce that felt bad for him. Tim was too smart. He knew that the bullet wouldn't only kill the werewolf, but also Jason. It was wrong, but it was something that they needed to do. Bruce needed to end what he had started.

"I'm sorry, Bruce."

Now it was Batman's turn to stare at him, trying to understand what he meant. Was Tim regretting everything and now wanted him to stop?

In a blink of an eye, the werewolf was next to Bruce, growling and hovering over him.

"Jason," Tim wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "Kill him."

yesterday i was in the car and i heard the guy in the radio speak about a song (blue moon by the marcels) that is also in this movie about a werewolf guy. i guess his gf keeps him busy or something while someone else shoots him, and while the werewolf is dying, he changes back to his original human form but he also dies and the girl cries. for some reason it made me think of jaytim but i decided to give it a lil twist and while i didn't write it, i want to add that jason does kill bruce in this one. :))))) also apologies if there's any mistake, wrote it quickly because i wanted to post it today. have a good one! happy friday the 13th!

#JayTim #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #not bruce friendly #you know me #w: story #werewolf!Jason

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osamusriceballs · 3 months

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The Accident - Part XVI

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Stalking, kinda dry humping

Words: ~ 2,5 k

About: Y/n and Atsumu finally TALK. And more.

Part I II -> Next Part

A yawn escapes your lips as you slowly open your eyes to a dimly lit room. It's probably the middle of the day, judging by the way it looks outside. You surprisingly feel fully rested, with Atsumu still peacefully snoozing behind you, his arm loosely draped across your stomach. Your mind races back to the events of the previous night, causing your heart to skip a beat.

That woman.

Atsumu needs to do a lot of explaining to make up for that. If there is even a way to make up for that. You still don't know anything about her, but she for sure gives you the chills.

Maybe it was a mistake. To stay with him- even in the same bed, and to allow your heart to get that foolish hope again. But you're just human, and it seems like your heart isn't so easily convinced that he's not good for you.

You sigh and reach for your phone on the nightstand, noting how late it is—2 pm. Shocked by the time, you check your messages and spot surprisingly many from Osamu Miya and hesitantly tap on them.

Osamu: hope yer alright

Osamu: let me know when you’re home

Osamu: did ya fall asleep?

Osamu: thank you for your help. I owe ya. Call me if ya need anything. Stay safe.

Osamu: good morning. Grab that idiot and come over to Onigiri Miya when yer awake. Or come on your own when he messes up. Drinks are on the house for you.

Osamu: not for Tsumu tho. He can pay double

A smile plays on your lips as you respond quickly.

You: hey! Sorry for the late reply, I fell asleep. Atsumu‘s still sleeping. I‘ll talk to him and let you know if we‘re coming. Thank you for the offer! :)

Osamu: sure. see ya

You: see you :)

Your attention is diverted when Atsumu stirs, his arm now wrapping around your waist as he clumsily pulls you closer. He groans and nuzzles against your neck, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Is he aware that it's you he's holding? And does he even remember last night? You somehow doubt it.

"Y/n?" he mumbles after a moment, and your eyebrows shoot up, but you respond with a soft hum and nod.

"Yer—how?" he slowly questions, his face still heavy with sleep. You gently take his hand and remove it from your waist, scooting away enough to turn and face him. His eyes are tired, his expression soft while he fights to fully wake up. You just hope that he doesn't feel too horribly after all that drinking. His team will kill him for sure if he has practice today. You really hope that it's his day off.

"I brought you home. Remember that you had a few drinks at Onigiri Miya's?" you say, trying to sound neutral, though bitterness lingers in your tone. He stares at you blankly until embarrassment and guilt crease his features.

"Yeah, right. I'm—y/n, I'm sorry for that. Thank ya for bringin' me home. I'm just kinda... havin' a hard time." He closes his eyes for a short second and takes a deep breath. He suddenly looks so exhausted that it almost breaks your heart.

"Hard time with what? Work?"

He shakes his head, closing his eyes again, and a weariness settles over his face, despite the ample sleep you both received. "Work's fine. Great, actually. Gotta play with some real amazin' players. I even got to see Aran often again; that's fine. Just..." He opens his eyes, sadness evident. "Just?" you prompt, your heart skipping a beat at his gaze. You know that it has to do with you—you just don't know what exactly it is. And the urge to interrogate him is burning strong in your body.

"I never got the chance to talk to ya after that night," he admits. You nod, urging him to continue, to finally give you some answers. "I wanted to apologize. For kissin' ya. I made ya uncomfortable, ruined everything."

Your confusion is palpable—just what is wrong with him? He should tell you about that woman and not that! And that definitely didn't sound like he wanted to do it again, which feels like a stab to your heart and somehow angers you.

"Uhm... Atsumu, that was not quite what I expected. Like, sure, I've been thinking about that kiss and my feelings for you, but I was more taken aback when you blocked me and invited another girl over, literally the same night we had our kind-of-date."

His face drops after listening to you, confusion and worry etched on his features. "What are ya talkin' about? I never blocked ya, and I sure as heck didn't invite any other girl here. Hell, I don't even talk to women outside of work. Who should I bring here?"

"Brunette? Perfect smile and wearing one of your shirts? Could hardly miss her on my way down. Or when we met her yesterday. Do you have her over at your place every night?" you retort, ignoring his repulsed expression at your description of her. You could almost believe that he doesn't like her at the way he scrunches his nose.

"Her? Ya met her? Yesterday?"

You nod, narrowing your eyes as you recall her vicious features after that scene. But wow, you were definitely embarrassing. How you acted possessively towards Atsumu. Will she laugh about it with him as soon as they meet each other again?

His reaction surprises you, though; he suddenly reaches for you, pulling you a bit closer. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for gettin' ya involved in this. Are ya okay? She didn't do anything to ya, did she?" You stare at him, confused, and shake your head. His worry confuses you. Why bother after not talking to you for so long?

"Can't believe she dared to come here again. If ya ever see her again, you have to call the police. I have a restraining order against her." Your eyes widen surprised at his words and you frown.

"Restraining order? Is she... like a crazy ex?" Dread fills your stomach at the thought, and a suspicion arises within you.

He slowly shakes his head. "She's a very obsessed fan, to put it nicely. She's been stalking me for a while. Started innocently; I noticed that she came to Onigiri Miya every time I was there too. Then I noticed her when I went for walks every other day, always waitin' at the same spot for me and trying to talk to me. And then one day, I noticed that stuff from my apartment started to go missing. That was like two years ago. I contacted the police after I caught her breaking into my apartment, and she got arrested. Haven't seen her since then, but she started showing up since that one night with ya." He groans and you can see just how much stress this situation caused him. He looks so tired while talking about it, it almost breaks your heart.

"I don't know how she found me again," he continues. "She broke into my apartment, and I had video proof fortunately, so I could file a case, and I have a restraining order against her now. She can't show up again, or she'll land in jail. I also had to get a new phone and number; she did something with it. Tried calling ya with the new one, but ya never called back."

You listen to the story with watery eyes. That woman is actually a stalker?! And he had been suffering like that all the time? Tears well up, and you try to calm yourself. So he wasn't ignoring you on purpose. He actually tried to reach out, and you probably ignored his messages, and he felt miserable because he put you in that situation. Hell, someone broke into his apartment. This must have been horrible for him. You're just glad that she at least cannot legally come here again. Even though it doesn't seem to stop her. A part of you hopes that she'll show up again. The thought of her in jail does sound kind of appealing to you- and not just because you were kind of jealous before. She is danger, and you pray that she won't show up again. Maybe she'll stop now that she knows that he's taken- even though she does not seem to respect boundaries. Your thoughts are running, you don't even know what to say at this point. How could you be mad with him after this?

A ray of hope suddenly flashes before your eyes, and you feel your heart flutter. You know that it's selfish to think about your foolish feelings, to think about how much you like him and to wonder if he reciprocates these feelings. But this means that you might mean something to him. This means that he might like you just like you like him, if he has tried contacting you and kept his distance to protect you.

"So... uhm... you weren't ghosting me because of the kiss?" You feel so, so foolish for asking, but your heart longs for confirmation. You'll deal with the stalker after finally finding out about his feelings. After waiting for him for so long, you need to know.

"I didn't want to ghost ya at all, y/n. I really like ya." His eyes catch yours, and you feel butterflies in your stomach once again. He doesn't seem to mind that you changed the topic like that and you know that you look at him like a hopeful lost puppy. He still has that magical effect on you. Everything just feels so right with him, like you're just where you belong. He's so close; you could probably count his lashes, and you can see the flecks of different shades of brown in his eyes.

"I was actually... really sad because we parted like that. I didn't mean to give you the impression that something's wrong—I just thought you'd see this as a game, and nothing more. That I'm just an easy way to spend time for you. Nothing more." You feel so vulnerable when you say these words, but he quickly shakes his head, looking at you with hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Y/n, I'll make it up to ya, 'kay? Please. Let me make it right." You melt at his words, only managing to nod. "O-okay." This feels like a dream come true. You can't believe that you're making up with him like this- after carrying his drunk ass home and sleeping in his bed. But you just feel so good when you're with him, and for once you decide to be selfish and to take what you need.

He looks at you, clearly stunned. "Okay? Just like that? I was ready to get on my knees to beg for forgiveness and to buy some more diamonds for you." A soft laugh escapes your lips, and he seems to lighten up at your reaction too.

"Making up to me could definitely include some groveling. I wouldn't mind seeing you on your knees, actually. I don't remember you getting on your knees for me ever, even though we are married." You smile, feeling the tension leaving your body. Only he can make you feel like this.

"Oh?" He grins, and you suddenly feel giddy. "Let me refresh yer memories then." He jumps off the bed, lively and energetic suddenly, and you look at him stunned. "Come here." He pats the edge of the bed, and you slowly crawl there, probably not very elegant, but Atsumu still gazes at you like you're a princess that graced him with her presence. You sit up hesitantly, looking at Atsumu right in front of you, who smiles fondly and smoothly sinks down to one knee. He looks devilishly handsome with his disheveled hair, and you can't do anything else but stare at him. Is this a dream?

"Y/n Miya, I know I don't deserve it, but would ya give yer husband another chance? I promise to make ya happy and to never keep secrets like that from you ever again. I'll be whatever ya want me to be just to keep you happy." Your jaw drops at his words and you can't stop the butterflies in your stomach.

"Wow, uhm, that sounds pretty serious." You breathlessly laugh and he smiles with a sincere expression that makes you blush.

"I am. I kinda..." he sighs, running a hand through his hair, making it even messier and he looks even more attractive like this. "I kinda wanna go on dates with ya. Like real dating. Not just getting along because of the marriage thing."

You stare at him, not having expected this kind of answer. He's actually serious about this? And wants to go on dates with you?

"So uhm... what do ya say? Is that alright with you?" He looks bashful, and you finally manage to come up with a response, the one that your heart is longing for.

"I'd love to." The words come out softly, and you smile fondly at his reaction and the way he seems to light up. You don't even have time to realize what's happening- and then he suddenly raises just enough to be at eye level with you and then simply connects his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. You gasp, surprised, your hands coming up to his shirt to ground yourself, but melt into the feeling, allowing him to cup your cheeks and angle your face towards him to deepen the kiss.

This is not what you had expected at all, but feeling his lips against yours, his body pressing against yours—it's enough to make you feel hazy and giddy. You need more; you need to be closer to him. So you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer while leaning back until he's laying on top of you, urging him to stay close to you. He rests most of his weight on his arms, yet you still feel him on top of you, his body pressing gently against yours .

You open your lips, and he instantly uses the chance, softly licking against your lower lip before he slightly moves his tongue to meet yours. His hips press against yours, harder suddenly, and you can't help but wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down to you.

The position is intimate. Your most sensitive part pressing against his middle, and you suck in a sharp breath when you feel something growing in his pants the longer you keep kissing him. Your hands claw into his shirt when he carefully grinds against you—and you whimper against his lips needily, feeling heat rush through your body.

You both know this is where you should stop; you both have only solved your issues like five minutes ago, and some more things definitely need more clarification, but that's the least thing on your mind now. You- you want him.

And you breathe heavily when he pulls back, his lips wet from your combined saliva, looking unfairly hot with his dark widened pupils while he looks at you intensely.

...

TO BE CONTINUED

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montic0 · 3 months

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Human Sonic design

I imagine the second one is him after a really cold cross country meet

#my art #fanart #art #human sonic #sonic the hedgehog #humanization #sonic the hedgehog fanart #doin this so i can make snapcube fanart #you know me #sonic #sonic fanart

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noose-lion · 7 months

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My piece for @skkreversebang

Checkout the matching fic by my writer partner @sentishitposts here

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c2-eh · 1 year

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Carlos Sainz Jr — hands edition

#you know me #hands = my weakness #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #my gifs

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sssammich · 1 month

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ficlet: in pursuit of calm, lena/kelly

rarepair time, the superior guardiancorp edition.

born out of this headcanon and some chats with @sideguitars because why not LOL

anyway here you go, have fun!

There are four three things at this moment that Lena knows to be true:

There is a flickering bulb in her lamp desk that she hasn’t asked Jess to fix yet. She should, it’s been three days. But she keeps getting distracted that she forgets and then she walks away from her desk only to come back, turn it back on, and have it flicker randomly in her face.

Her coffee is tepid. Because she keeps getting distracted and she forgets and then she walks away from her desk only to come back, lift the mug to her lips, and taste the liquid be anything less than the perfect temperature.

Andrea texts her that she just picked Kelly up from the airport. Kelly, the woman who Lena left in Metropolis becaus Lena couldn’t be the one to get left behind. Kelly, the woman who has not escaped Lena’s mind since she left for National City. Kelly, the woman who just came back from her last and final deployment, and who’s in town to visit their mutual friend. Kelly, the woman who she never stopped loving, not even once.

Lena has no idea what to do with this information.

She purses her lips, her body sagging uncharacteristically in her office chair.

“Jess,” she says finally, pushing herself up after signaling to to call her assistant.

“Yes, Miss Luthor?”

“Reschedule the rest of my meetings for the day. I need to be somewhere.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, no doubt Jess trying to look at her packed calendar and troubleshooting this complete derailment on their day.

“Of course, Miss Luthor,” Jess responds eventually. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

"She looks at the flickering bulb on her lamp and flips the switch to turn it off. “No. That’ll be all.”

Lena considers going to the nearest bar. She considers going to the park for some fresh air. She considers a list of many other destinations she could be driving herself to. Yet where she ends up is to double park in front of Andrea’s penthouse knowing who is up there with Andrea.

She imagines soft dark skin. Black hair pulled into a tight bun. The gentle slope of a nose. The perfect cupid’s bow of her lips. The cute mole above those very lips.

More than anything, though, Lena imagines a kind smile and kinder eyes.

Her reverie is interrupted by a honk behind her, a car urging her to move out of the way.

She glances up the highrise apartment building before she drives home, instead.

She does not get a lot of sleep that night. She wished she did, hoping the three refills of scotch she consumed during dinner—nevermind that she had such little appetite for any of said dinner—would have lulled her to sleep by now.

Instead, she recalls the time before.

They were circling one another, working up to something. Until, of course, Kelly had gotten a call, one that deployed her far too soon for either of their liking. The U.S. Army reminding them that Kelly’s schedule wasn’t yet her own.

Which meant that it wasn’t yet Lena’s own, either.

Restless, she gives up on sleeping and instead walks out into the bathed darkness of her empty penthouse, the slivers of light from the waning moon coming through her living room window.

She does not know what to make of Kelly’s arrival in National City. Lena had left her old life in Metropolis, thinking that she’d left Kelly there, too. Yet now, here they were. The closest they had been in 18 months.

Lena taps her phone screen on and unlocks it before scrolling through her photos until she reached the last image the two of them took: side by side at the gun range in front of Lena’s shooting target, all bullseyes. Kelly’s lips are on her cheek, and the smile on Lena’s face is one she hasn’t seen since.

It’s…the happiest she’d ever seen herself in a long time. Mostly because this was the day before it all came crashing down on them.

She shuts her phone screen off and trudges to the kitchen to get herself a cup of water, drinking it in slight desperation that a droplet of two escapes the corner of her mouth and slips down her chin.

She wipes her face and wipes the water, though as her fingers meet her skin, it surprises her even more to find an errant tear having cascaded down her face.

Lena returns to work. She is business as usual. She goes through her meetings. She puts annoying shareholders in their place. She does not look to her phone for messages from a certain someone. She visits her lab. She talks with her R&D team. She fights the urge to message first.

The rest of the week goes much the same, an exercise in self-control. Or so she says.

By Friday evening, she is alone in her office having pushed Jess out the door knowing that her assistant has a date and should go have fun.

“Before I go, there was this one last message that came through just a little while ago. I apologize for missing it. It must have dropped from the pile.”

Lena waves her off and accepts the sticky note graciously, the sticky part on the back a little tacky against her finger.

She waits until Jess leaves before she reads it. Lucky thing, too, when she realizes what the message is and who it’s from.

She checks her watch before rushing out of her office, haphazardly pawing at her lamp to turn it off.

She enters the restaurant, giving a name she hasn’t uttered in 18 months to the host before walking behind him. When he steps aside, Lena finds her sitting, waiting. Like she expected Lena to show up. Like she was so sure.

She hates her a little bit for it, if she’s being honest. But Lena finds it’s hard to deny her.

“Lena,” she says, her voice a dulcet tone, having been absent from Lena’s ears for so, so long.

“Hi.”

Kelly pushes her chair back slightly and stands, her posture perfect even while at ease, and approaches Lena. She allows her, of course, mostly because she’s rooted in her spot. Kelly then leans forward slightly, but pauses to see if Lena will stop her. She won’t, of course, and leans herself, allowing Kelly’s lips to press upon her cheek.

“I’m glad you came.”

“I was surprised to see your message with my assistant.”

Kelly grins a little, tilting her head slightly. “I didn’t want to assume, that’s all.”

18 months ago they had a similar dinner, but instead of catching up, they were breaking up. Or, rather, they were reaching the conclusion of a relationship that never truly began, at least formally. Lena had been a goner since the day they’d met at the shooting range just shy of four months before that. She’d wanted to get some lessons in and found Kelly at one of the stations hitting her target with precision. Lena had been impressed, but when Kelly glanced at her and offered a polite smile, Lena immediately wanted to know her name.

“You’re fine. So, tell me. How have you been?” she asks, leaning forward, her eyes never straying from that beautiful face. Not like Lena had a choice, really.

Kelly tells her, glossing over what Lena knows are gorier and harder details about her deployment. She can only fathom the terrors of war that Kelly has to carry inside of her, just hidden beneath a radiating smile.

In turn, she talks about her move to National City. About L-Corp. About the life she’s been living, angling her words just enough so as not to touch any of her sadness, of her heartbreak she’s been nursing for almost two years. If only because she knows that Kelly knows, that Kelly seems to be nursing the same thing.

They close the restaurant down and the two of them walk quietly out into the gray darkness of the evening, highlighted only by the lampposts of the sidewalk.

“Are you back for good?” she asks, the question having sat on the tip of her tongue since Lena first heard of her arrival.

Kelly smiles, her face a little solemn, but her smile still shining. “Yes.”

She nods, processes this information for all that it is, and perhaps all that it could be. Kelly reaches forward with her hand, her palm open for Lena to take, if she chose. She never forgot this—never forgot Kelly’s patience for her, for the type of call and response that’s only theirs.

She closes the gap, Lena's hand clasping with hers.

“Can I see you again? I’d like for someone to show me around the city.”

“Why not ask Andrea?” she asks, testing.

Kelly studies her, those dark chocolate eyes always reading her, reading through her, knowing her. “Andrea is lovely, but I’d like to try and catch up on all that I’ve missed, if that’s possible.”

Lena regards her, but Kelly presses on.

“Is it?”

“What?”

“Possible.”

Lena has a choice here. Kelly has always given her a choice, and is waiting until Lena makes one.

Finally, she nods.

She releases Kelly’s hand but not before giving it a meaningful squeeze. As Kelly walks away with a final wave, Lena thinks of four three things:

There’s still a lamp bulb that needs fixing that she really needs to talk to Jess about come Monday morning.

Tomorrow, she thinks she’ll visit the shooting range again.

The sight of Kelly has slowly unraveled her in the last few days, yet her heart is peacefully beating in her heart, calm and steady.

She has no idea what to do with this information, but she thinks she doesn’t mind finding out.

#samfic #the superior guardiancorp #lena x kelly #just some tender angst #you know me #it's a love story #as always #supergirl #lena luthor #kelly olsen

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