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inseobts · 6 months ago

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Jealousy in the Switch

trafalgar law x fem!reader

you and sanji keep bickering so law swap your bodies but this just makes everything worse, especially for his feelings

tags: jealousy, body swap with sanji, annoying sanji

word count: 2.9k

masterlist || ko-fi

It all starts because you and Sanji won’t shut up.

Dressrosa is a warzone—Doflamingo is still alive, everything is on fire, and Law is this close to snapping.

And yet, instead of staying focused, you and Sanji are locked in a full-blown shouting match.

"Sanji, I’m not a damsel in distress!" you yell, hands on your hips.

"You're not running off into danger alone!" Sanji retorts, jabbing a finger at you.

"They need backup!"

"They need you to not get killed!"

Law’s headache triples.

"Both of you—shut up."

You don’t.

Sanji steps closer "You're being reckless—"

"I'm being helpful!"

"Room."

Your stomach drops.

"Shambles."

The world twists. Your vision blurs, your whole body feels wrong.

And then—

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

That’s your voice... but you didn’t say it.

You turn toward the sound, only to see… yourself.

Sanji—inside your body—is clutching his new arms, eyes wide.

Which means...

You whip your head down.

Black suit. Long legs. A cigarette in your mouth.

Oh... Oh no.

Law doesn’t even look up "Problem solved."

Sanji-you hyperventilates "Nononononono—WHAT DO YOU MEAN PROBLEM SOLVED?!"

"You were annoying me."

Sanji-you gasps and looks down at his *new* chest. His—your—eyes go huge.

And then — BOOM!

His nose explodes with blood.

Law stares.

You, inside Sanji’s body, shriek "WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING?!"

Sanji-you collapses on the ground, twitching "I—I—this body—it’s—" His eyes sparkle. He grabs your face with both hands, trembling.

"I’m… I’m beautiful."

Law watches in horror as Sanji—you melts into the pavement, swooning over himself.

"My skin is so soft…" He rubs your hands up and down your own arms, practically whimpering.

"STOP TOUCHING ME." You grab him by the collar—Sanji in your body—and shake him "GET A GRIP, COOK!"

Sanji-you beams "Oh, my dear, delicate hands! What a treasure you are—"

"I SWEAR TO GOD."

Law hates this.

Sanji-you sits up, dazed "My legs… so smooth. My waist—so elegant—" He grasps your sides, twirling like he’s been blessed by the heavens.

Law’s jaw clenches.

Sanji, in your body, is fawning over himself and Law wants to strangle him.

At first, it’s even a bit bearable.

Sanji spends most of his time adjusting your clothes, fixing your hair, checking his reflection. Every time he accidentally touches his own chest, not used to it he screams, nosebleeds, and collapses again.

Meanwhile, you—in Sanji’s body—are having the time of your life.

"Damn, I feel so strong..." you say, rolling out your new shoulders, punching the air and then eyeing a wall to punch.

Sanji-you gasps in horror "DON’T BREAK MY BODY! MY HANDS ARE TOO IMPORTANT! OKAY? USE THE LEGS IF YOU REALLY HAVE TO!!"

You grin, throwing a casual punch at a wall—it cracks.

Sanji-you shrieks "STOP THAT! YOU’LL RUIN ME!"

Law almost smirks. But then.

Then it gets worse.

Sanji—you starts flirting with literally anyone.

At first, it’s harmless prank he's doing at you. He compliments himself in reflective surfaces and swoons at his own voice.

But then—he starts hitting on people as you and Law watches his own personal hell unfold.

The breaking point comes when Sanji—you sidles up to Zoro, he knows your close to him, that he's your closest friend in the crew. Sanji can't miss on this opportunity.

Law watches as your body—possessed by Sanji—leans against Zoro’s shoulder.

Zoro barely glances at him "What do you want?"

Sanji-you twirls a lock of your hair "Oh, nothing~"

Law’s eye twitches.

Zoro frowns, clueless about the body swap "The hell’s wrong with you today?"

Sanji-you giggles. Actually giggles.

"Zoro~" Sanji—you practically purrs, pressing closer while eyeing you with a diabolic smirk "Have I ever told you how… handsome you are?"

Zoro freezes.

Law chokes.

You, in Sanji’s body, start wheezing.

Sanji-you bats his lashes "So rugged. So strong. Those arms…~"

Zoro looks deeply disturbed "Are you having a stroke?"

"Only a stroke of love."

Sanji—you trails a hand down Zoro’s arm, sighing dreamily.

Law feels something deep, primal, and violent ignite inside him.

Zoro yanks his arm away "You’re being too weird todey, stop it."

Sanji—you gasps, hand on his heart "Oh, Zoro, how cruel—!"

Law is going to kill him.

You, inside Sanji’s body, are losing it "PFFFT—Sanji, STOP—"

Zoro turns to you-Sanji with a confused frown "who?"

Sanji-you ignores you, still clutching his chest "Rejection… while I was in her body! My beauty is wasted on you!"

Law snaps.

"Room."

Sanji-you blinks "Wait, hold on—"

"Shambles."

Your stomach lurches and just like that, everything shifts back.

You stumble, in your real body again.

Sanji grabs looks at his hands, sobbing in relief "Oh, my beautiful hands, I missed you—!"

You stretch your arms "THANK GOD."

Zoro glares "I don't know what that was, but if you ever do it again, I’m killing you."

Sanji sniffles, clutching his own shoulders "That was the worst rejection of my life."

Law doesn’t say anything, because now, he has a problem.

A real problem.

The fact that switching you back means he just admitted he couldn’t handle it.

That watching Sanji in your body —flirt as you—made him want to rip someone’s throat out.

That he was jealous.

And now?

You and Sanji know.

The aftermath of the switch doesn’t settle as smoothly as Law might’ve hoped.

It’s awkward, and frustrating, and now, Law’s beginning to realize—he’s in way deeper than he ever thought.

You, back in your body, try to ignore the little fluttering discomfort in your chest. Maybe it’s just because you saw Sanji like that in your body. It was... weird. Unsettling.

Law stands a few feet away, arms crossed, his jaw still tense. He says nothing as the group begins to move on. You can feel his eyes occasionally drifting toward you. And maybe it’s your imagination, but his glare seems to sharpen whenever Sanji gets too close to you.

You glance at him.

The guy is still sulking.

"Quit glaring like that" you say, crossing your arms "You did it. I didn’t ask for this."

"Just focus on the mission." His voice is clipped, clearly irritable "And don't fl—"

Don’t flirt?

You cock an eyebrow at him "Don’t flirt with who? Sanji? Zoro?"

Law’s eyes flicker, but he doesn’t respond. He just keeps walking, gripping his sword hilt tightly.

But you catch the slight tension in his shoulders. You wonder if he’s feeling something.

Sanji, as usual, seems completely oblivious to how much Law is suffering. He’s back to his flirtatious self but now, it’s getting more out of hand.

"Y/N~" Sanji calls your name, almost sweetly, with that infuriating grin plastered on his face. He sidles up beside you, running a hand through your hair "I miss you, you know?"

You can see Law’s eye twitch, though he’s trying to hide it.

Sanji’s flirtation continues unabated. You’re almost certain it’s his way of messing with Law now—perhaps even pushing his buttons on purpose. He gives you a sideways look and adds "I think we should grab a drink tonight. You, me, and my own handsome body~"

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose "Why do you have to be like this now?!"

Sanji leans in, a few inches from you face "Well, darling, I saw how you kept looking at my body when you where in it, no?"

Your eye catches Law’s from the corner of your vision.

His expression is frozen—but the tightness in his jaw is unmistakable. His eyes flicker, but they never leave you. He watches intently, his gaze turning more stormy the more Sanji leans into you.

"You're just as bad as he is," you snap, shaking off Sanji’s arm "Seriously, cut it out."

Sanji smirks "Oh beliece me, I know what I'm doing, you should just play along and see" his eyes shift toward Law, noticing the tense energy in the air "Oh? What’s wrong, Trafalgar Law? You look like you're about to bite someone's head off."

"Focus." Law’s voice is icy, his words clipped. He doesn't even look at Sanji "We’re almost at the rendezvous point."

But it’s too late.

Sanji suddenly gets a brilliant idea. He winks and steps in front of you "You know, I think Captain Law might have a thing for you. Did you see the way he looked at you earlier? And the way he swapped us back to our bodies right when I...You were flirting with Mosshead?"

You feel your face flush, but you quickly mask it with a sassy smirk "Sanji, are you trying to start something, again?"

Sanji chuckles "Maybe. I think Captain Law's just a little too shy to admit his feelings. What do you think, Y/N?"

You are just about done with the teasing. Law, however, looks like he’s about to murder someone.

"I’m not shy" Law says, cutting into the conversation with a sharp tone. His eyes narrow, and the tension in his expression is enough to send a chill down your spine. You dare glance up at him.

His eyes lock onto yours for a moment, and then—he grinds his teeth. He quickly averts his gaze, clearly embarrassed by the situation but not wanting to admit it.

Sanji, however, is enjoying every second of this.

"See? I told you!" he says, practically singing in triumph "He’s just too cool to say it, but we all know it. Come on, Surgeon, why don’t you just admit it already? You’re jealous."

Jealous?

You can see Law’s irritation growing, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword with such force you think it might snap "Don’t talk about things you don’t understand."

"Oh, I think I understand perfectly" Sanji teases. He steps closer to you again, placing a hand on your shoulder and sending a look over his shoulder at Law "Maybe I can just take her out for a proper dinner then."

And that’s when you feel it—the crushing weight of Law’s jealousy.

He glares at Sanji’s hand on your shoulder like he wants to tear it off, and you notice his eyes seem to follow every single move Sanji makes around you. Every touch, every smile.

It makes you… uncomfortable?

Or maybe it’s just the fact that Law doesn’t hide his feelings well—at least, not this time.

"You’re annoying, Sanji," you mutter.

"I know," he replies smugly "But you like it." He leans in and whispers "Admit it. You like the attention."

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you "You really don’t quit, huh?"

You feel a presence behind you, and before you can turn around, Law steps in, looking like he’s ready to throw Sanji into the nearest wall.

But then, to your surprise, he doesn’t.

He just stares at Sanji with an intensity that makes you swallow nervously "I’m not jealous, Sanji. Just stay away from her."

Sanji smirks, crossing his arms, fully aware of what’s going on "Aww, I see, Surgeon. So you do care. How sweet."

You blink, still trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. Did Law just admit something without saying it out loud?

Law says nothing more, but his gaze locks onto yours again, sharper than ever. He clenches his fists, clearly at his breaking point.

"Focus on the mission" he orders again, and this time, his voice holds a faint edge of something almost like embarrassment mixed with irritation.

And as much as you want to ignore it, you can’t help but feel something shift. Maybe it’s because you did notice the tension between you and Law—something you didn’t want to admit. Or maybe it’s just the constant teasing from Sanji that’s making you realize that Law’s feelings are right there, in plain sight.

But neither of you say anything.

You both just walk on, with the strange weight of unsaid words hanging between you.

Sanji, on the other hand, sings quietly under his breath, clearly having the time of his life.

You can feel his frustration rolling off of him in waves, his movements stiff, his usual scowl even darker than normal. Meanwhile, Sanji is practically glowing with satisfaction, walking beside you with an insufferable grin.

Zoro, who has been watching in mild confusion, finally speaks up.

"The hell is wrong with you three?"

Sanji throws an arm over your shoulder, smirking "Nothing, nothing. Just enjoying the fresh air, right, Y/N-chwan?"

Law glares daggers at the cook’s hand.

You sigh, shrugging Sanji off before Law actually explodes "Let’s just get back already. I feel like I’ve lost a whole year of my life today."

Sanji grins but relents, walking ahead. Zoro eyes the two of you for another second before shrugging and following behind, but Law stays beside you.

You don’t say anything at first. Neither does he. But the tension between you is impossible to ignore.

Finally, you risk a glance at him "You okay?"

Law’s jaw tightens "I’m fine."

You hum, unconvinced "You sure? Because you look like you’re five seconds away from committing a murder."

Law exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose "I should have left you both like that."

You snort "Oh, please. You hated every second of it."

Law stiffens slightly but doesn’t respond.

A teasing thought crosses your mind before you can stop it.

"Wait…" You smirk, nudging him with your elbow "You weren’t jealous of Sanji in my body, were you?"

Law stops walking.

Your smirk falters slightly as he turns his head toward you, golden eyes locking onto yours with an unreadable intensity.

For a second, neither of you speak. The air between you suddenly feels heavier.

Then, finally, Law scoffs "You’re insufferable," he mutters, shaking his head as he continues walking.

But you don’t miss the way his ears turn just a little bit pink.

And for some reason that makes your heart beat just a little faster.

Sanji, who supassed you long enough, is waiting at the camp when you and Law arrive, arms crossed, smirk still in place.

"Oh? Took you two long enough" His grin widens as he scans the both of you "Did I miss anything interesting?"

Law ignores him completely, moving to the other side of the camp like he wants to be as far away from this conversation as possible.

You roll your eyes "Nothing you'd enjoy."

Sanji chuckles "Oh, I doubt that." Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he leans in slightly "But listen, Y/N… If Law keeps dragging his feet, you know I’m always here, right?"

You blink "Huh?"

Sanji winks.

Law, from across the camp, slams something down a little harder than necessary.

Sanji grins wider "Oh yeah. He’s done for."

And honestly? You’re starting to think he’s right.

The camp settles down for the night, but Law is still clearly brooding.

You pretend not to notice at first. It’s actually kind of funny, watching him sulk on the far end of the camp while Sanji keeps throwing you knowing looks.

Zoro, thankfully, stays out of it. He’s already asleep, arms crossed, snoring lightly by a tree.

Sanji, however, is not done.

"So, Y/N," he starts casually, way too loud on purpose "What kind of man do you like?"

Law, who had been sitting with his back turned, freezes.

You glare at Sanji "Really? All this time you were never interested in such things"

Sanji just grins "What? It’s an innocent question!" He leans in "Tall? Strong? A little broody, maybe? Medical expertise a plus?"

You kick him in the shin.

"Ow—!" Sanji staggers back, but he’s laughing.

Law stands up abruptly.

"We leave at sunrise" he announces, voice clipped. Then he turns sharply on his heel and walks off toward his tent.

Sanji whistles lowly "Oof. I think I struck a nerve."

You sigh, running a hand through your hair "I swear, Sanji, you are the worst."

But part of you wonders if Law’s reaction means exactly what Sanji thinks it does.

Later that night, when the fire has burned low and most of the camp is asleep, you hear footsteps behind you.

You glance up—and freeze.

Law is standing there, arms crossed, gaze unreadable.

You sit up slightly "Couldn’t sleep?"

He doesn’t answer right away. Then, after a long pause, he sighs.

"You and Sanji..." he mutters "You enjoy making my life hell, don’t you?"

You smirk "It’s a bonus, yeah."

Law huffs, shaking his head. Then, after another pause, he says—so quietly you almost miss it—

"I didn’t like it."

Your breath catches slightly "...What?"

He looks away "The switch. I didn’t like it."

You blink. That’s… honestly a more direct confession than you expected "Well, yeah, I figured, but you did it yourself so—"

"Not because of the chaos," he cuts in, finally meeting your eyes "Because of him. Because of the way he—" Law exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair "I didn’t like seeing you and him. Like that."

Oh.

Your heart skips a beat.

Law seems to realize what he’s admitting, because he quickly looks away again, shifting awkwardly "Forget it," he mutters "It’s late."

He turns to leave—but before he can take a step, you grab his wrist.

"Wait."

Law stiffens. Slowly, hesitantly, he turns back toward you.

You swallow, pulse racing, but you manage a small smile.

"You could’ve just said you were jealous, you know."

His face flames.

"I—I wasn’t—"

You tilt your head "No?"

Law glares at you, but it’s not as sharp as usual. If anything, he almost looks—flustered.

You squeeze his wrist gently before letting go "Next time, just say something," you murmur "Might save you a headache."

Law doesn’t move.

For a long moment, he just stares at you, something unreadable flickering in his golden eyes. Then, finally, he mutters under his breath—

"Idiot."

But the way his fingers linger near yours before he pulls away tells you everything you need to know.

And as he disappears into his tent, you realize—

Sanji was absolutely right.

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nerdy-hyperfixations · 2 years ago

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Yeah, so, because I went a little insane, one of my acquaintances checked out Fionna and Cake…

And like

Said it was okay. And that it was nothing to get obsessive over.

AND this surprisingly for once ISNT a sob story because I’m actually proud of myself!!!

1 I talked about my interests? Out loud? To a person who knows me? I did that and I didn’t even think about it!? Damn!!! I’m fucking awesome as shit! 11 year old me is sitting here GAPING at what I can do.

2 I LITERALLY WASNT EVEN ALL THAT PHASED IN THE MOMENT WHEN HE BASICALLY TOLD ME I WAS BEING CRINGEY FOR GETTING OBSESSIVE! Like sure I was moderately embarrassed that that meant he saw Simon’s naked ass cheeks and I let him know that I was obsessively talking about it before that happened (and omitted that I annoyingly shoved his ass cheeks in all my friends faces repeatedly as a joke) but like. I didn’t fall into a pit of despair or have an anxiety attack because of his honesty rude ass opinion. I just made a joke about how he’s “making fun of someone who’s literally neurodivergent and a minor” and… he didn’t get that joke. Honestly 😤 why do I even

But what I’m trying to say is that my day didn’t get utterly ruined because someone I knew didn’t like my thing, and that’s like a total step up from where I was! Like, a year ago honestly! Maybe eventually I’ll be able to tell my friends about the fanfiction I read and use the real characters names instead of saying “and then… character 1 said” like a normal person!

#personal post (?)#I remember when my friend found out I liked ew I genuinely had an anxiety attack #and it didn’t help that they like #made fun of me #so anyway #look how far I’ve come!#I’m not entirely using anxiety attack lightly here I have indeed hyperventilated from pure embarrassment #it sounds stupid but I legit struggle to talk about the media I consume #because I take on all of it as me and project so hard on it that like #if someone doesn’t like it it would feel like they didn’t like me and that I was terrible and cringy and should just die #dramatic I know #that’s actually why I started using this tumblr?#and also why I have over 200 drafts on here #there is so many thoughts you guys don’t get to see #it all depends on how impulsive or confident im feeling that day #usually not very.

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endahouselikecarpet · 1 month ago

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Date Everything x Reader

Overly Emotional Reader

[taking a break from my Maggie series with this. Reader is basically that one vine of the girl getting knocked off the bed and yelling, “I’m SENSITIVE, Aubrey!” Also, I didn’t proof read this and I’m half asleep, so sorry if things are a bit jumbled. Will fix things later as needed]

Volt - he walked into the room to see you sobbing. “ Livewire? Oh! Come here, love!" He quickly rushed over to you and pulled you into his arms. “ There now. I've got you." he would hum as his hold would tighten. After you had settled a bit, he leaned back to wipe some tears from your face and look in your eyes. “Now, what has my livewire so upset, hm?“

You gave a few more sniffles before croaking out, "I thought about Eddie being mad at me."

His face creased with concern," Is Eddie mad at you?"

When you shook your head and buried your face into his jacket, Volt couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re overthinking things, love.” He soothed, “Come on, let’s go find him so he and I can kiss you all better.”

Timothy- “You were almost late!” He meant it more as a tease rather than an actual scold. However, that didn’t stop your lip from starting to quiver and your eyes from starting to well up. Honestly, he is so awkward about it at first tries to get you to stop by going, “Now, now! We don’t have time to cry written on the schedule!”

You try to stop, but that just makes you almost start hyperventilating. At this point, Timothy was wringing his tail trying to not panic and think of a solution.

Then it hit him- what’s the point of being part cat of you don’t act like it?

Loathe as he was to admit it, his Timmy side was handily bleeding through as he started nestling his head on your shoulder and purring in an attempt to calm you. It was a little embarrassing, but it was the least he could do after upsetting you.

Curt and Rod- You were all joking around and it accidentally went a bit too far. You still made yourself laugh and smile a bit because you didn’t want to make them feel bad. That didn’t stop them from noticing immediately though. “Aw, Curt! Look what you did!” Rod scolded as he pulled you into a hug.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to! Besides, you were in on it too!” Curt huffed as he tried to pull you away from Rod and to him.

“Huh-uh! I don’t think so!” Rod huffed as he turned around, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep you safe from that bully!”

“I’m the bully? I’m the bully?! You’re the one holdin’ them captive!” Curt would argue as he tried to get around to you.

They use you for tug of war like this to try to get you to laugh again, but will stop if it’s making things worse.

Drysdale- He had just gotten done practicing a new routine, when he noticed you crying in the laundry room. He tried to see if he could spot the problem from where he was, but made his way over to you when he couldn’t. “Chin up, cherub! I’m sure whatever happened isn’t that bad.” He tried to encourage.

“But…but… it’s too much!” You barely got out.

“Too much? Are you feeling overwhelmed about something?” Drysdale was getting concerned.

“Soap…”

“Beg pardon?” Now he was perplexed.

What you said next was so fast and stuttered he almost didn’t understand it. “I accidentally put too much detergent in the washer and now Washford is going to be angry at me!”

He looked at the measuring cup in your hand and saw it was stained to the half cup mark instead of the fourth cup like you usually used. While it was indeed a bit overkill, it was still nothing that would do any harm.

“Oh, come, come! Our dear Washford could never be angry with you. You’re too darling for that to be possible! Not to mention, a little extra cleaning might be just what he needs.” Drysdale whispered the last part to you with a laugh.

“I heard that.” A deep voice scolded from behind you both.

Stella- You were about halfway up the stairs when you just stopped and silently started to cry. Stella is quick to check on you. “Dear, are you alright? Why are you crying?” She asks gently.

“I don’t know,” you reply.

“Oh, well, if you don’t know, then I don’t know how to help you.” She put a bit of a teasing tone to try to lighten things up.

“I’m sorry.” You try to stop, but it’s no use.

“Don’t apologize. You just focus on feeling better.” She shushes

Reggie- “Oh, we are gonna have to work on that or this world is gonna chew you up and spit you out.” They were almost in disbelief at how soft you were. The sort of person that will upset you (not too much, just enough to get you a bit tougher), but if anyone else even thinks about upsetting your it is over for them.

If anyone thinks they’re going to outdo Reggie, then they don’t know Reggie.

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msfantasy-comics · 11 days ago

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The Amnesia Love Story

Tim Drake x Reader

Summary: Your ex boyfriend Tim shows up at your door, memories of your separation gone.

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since 26 June 2023, and finally I’m posting it.

What on earth was he doing here?

“Ugh baby, my head hurts.” Tim whines as he stumbles into your apartment holding his head. All whilst you continue to stand there, holding the front door open, just as your mouth is now, left agape as your ex-boyfriend slams himself into your brand new couch with another groan. “What happened to the couch?” He questions, rolling to his side, cradling his skull in his dirt covered hands. You continue to look at him in confused horror.

“Tim, what are you doing here?” You asked, wavering between the need to fuss over him and check on him or screaming at him to leave immediately like a banshee.

“What are you talking about baby? uh—god,” He winces in pain, as he slowly begins to sit up again. “Today’s mission sucked. I’ll have to go for a concussion scan.” You begin to grimace at the nickname which sounds something between comforting and grating.

“Tim, look at me.” His eyes drift towards your form with that softness that squeezes your heart painfully. The gentleness in his gaze is something you haven’t had from him for quite some time. The words fumble in your mouth as you wish nothing more than to maintain this peaceful facade, as if the bitterness of your separation was nothing more than a horrible dream. “Tim, I think you are confused…”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… Tim, does this apartment…does it look different to you?” Tim confused with your ramblings, looks around the apartment and scrunches his nose.

“Er, yeah actually it does. You… have lots of furniture now and - I’m confused, where did you get the money? And when did you have time to build all the furniture?” He looks back to you with his shiny blue eyes.

“Tim-“ You say, taking a seat next to him and grabbing his hand as if holding him down for your mind blowing words.

“Stop calling me that- that’s not my name.” Tim blurts angrily which only makes you confused.

“What?-“

“My name is Timmy, baby, honey, sweetie, or a million other names, but not Tim.” His cranky expression brings a small smile to the corner of you lips.

“Right, well, ‘Timmy’. I really don’t know how to say this but, you are clearly suffering from amnesia, and I think you should go seek medical attention from the mannor.” You say which only makes Tim more confused.

“What makes you say that? You know I am not going to manor unless it’s an emergency. I still haven’t forgiven Jason and Damian for what they did. ”

“Because Tim, we broke up 2 years ago.” Your words brought a look of distraught you have never seen on his face. His breath hitched and a light hyperventilation. “And based on the tabloids, you and your brothers have clearly gotten over your fued.”

Tim jumps from his seat, he walks around the living space noticing that all of his belongings have long since left their place. All photos of your adventures together are gone and replaced with selfies or group photos with your friends. “Why? Why did you break up with me?” Tim ask, hurt wobbling in his throat. His hurt and reaction only serves to fill you with anger at the accusation.

“Me? What a joke. It was you who broke up with me. Said we were ‘on different paths’ that I’m ‘just a civilian who is in danger in being part of your world’ that I’m ‘better off without you’ and that I ‘might not see it now, but you’re doing me a favour.’” You couldn’t help but let bitterness seep into your words. But after looking at Tim, you felt bad for the boy that looked like a kicked puppy. Sighing you pinch the bridge of your nose. It’s not Tim’s fault he has forgotten the past. He doesn’t even remembering reconciling with his brothers. He’s probably feeling lost and confused and the only sense of comfort and safety has is no longer an option.

“That doesn’t make sense. Why would I leave you? I’m madly in love with you. Surely, there is a better reason?”

“I asked my self that for many months Tim.” You say grabbing your keys. “Come on, I’ll drive you to the mansion.”

Standing on the front poarch, you continuous spam the doorbell until Alfred answers the door.

“Miss. L/n. What an unexpected surprise. Master Tim, is everything … alright?” You awkwardly wave to the polite butler.

“Hello, I’m here to return one of your children. Tim has amnesia and requires treatment. Cool, so, I’m gonna go now, best of luck Tim.” You say quickly, turning on the heels of your feet you begin to take off towards your car. Pulling out your phone, you begin to start texting your best friend the weird turn of events your Saturday has turned into. But your arm gets yanked back as you turn to see a sad and desperate Tim tugging on your sleeve.

“Please don’t go.” He says sadly, his iron grip firmly holding your sleeve in place.

“Tim-“

“Stop calling me that!” All of your patience dissipates.

“We haven’t spoken in 2 years Tim! We are not partners anymore! So much so, that you have a girlfriend now that isn’t me! I’m sure she does not want to see you clinging to your ex- for comfort.” Just like many times today, Tim is looking like a kicked puppy.

“Please Y/n, I’m begging you. I’m so confused, your all I know, and I’m - I don’t know. Please, don’t leave me.” His pleading has you wishing that you weren’t so merciful. But his pleas are heard and your heart has already spoken for you.

“Fine, I’ll stay. For now.”

Staying was definitely a mistake. You wish you had the spine to flat out reject Tim’s pleas.

It’s not like you were abandoning him with strangers.

Now you sit awkwardly at Tim’s bedside whilst he undergoes his physical.

“Hey Timbers, heard you lost your memory after you got punched to oblivion.” Stephanie Brown strolls in. “Oh my god!” Steph exclaims jumping back at your presence.

“Um… hi Steph.”

“Y/n? How’s it going?! I haven’t seen you since the break up.” She snorts, pulling you into a tight hug which only annoys you. But you graciously swallow any anger and greet her back courteously. “Does that mean you guys are back together?!” She asks, bouncing on her toes.

Alfred’s interrupts Steph’s slew of questions waiting to be asked. “Miss. Steph, your fiancé is waiting for you in the foyer.”

“Already? Dang that was quick. Well I’ll catch up with you love birds later.” Throwing up finger guns, she backs out of the room.

Now it’s your turn to be confused.

“Okay, now I’m lost. The tabloids are always reporting that you and Steph are Gotham sweethearts. Is that not true?” Alfred merely nods.

“Master. Tim, does not have any significant other. There is no point denying what the public has already decided to be true.” Looking back at Tim, you see glee upon his face.

“You read about me in the tabloids?” His giddiness would be endearing if not for your crippling embarrassment.

“I like to check to make sure your still alive, since your a vigilante and all.” You answer, kicking your feet awkwardly as his eyes drill holes into your soul.

The tension in the room finally broke as Bruce Wayne enters the medical bay.

“Tim. How are you feeling?” His gravel like voice rearing off at the sight of his son’s ex-girlfriend. “Y/n… you’re… here?” He asks in surprise- almost accusatory.

“Master Tim has lost all memory since he had parted ways with Miss. Y/n.” Alfred informs Bruce, “I will be back with Afternoon tea.” He announces, stepping out of the room.

Bruce looks towards his son, whose eyes remain solemnly fastened on you.

Whilst Bruce had never intended to get involved with his sons’ relationships, he felt an obligation in this very moment.

The room was still — unnervingly so. The kind of silence that wraps around your throat like a glove, suffocating any stray thoughts. Even the tick of the grandfather clock seemed distant, muffled under the weight of the moment.

Bruce stood tall across from you, his figure cut from shadow and certainty. The slant of pale afternoon light caught in the silver of his temples, his suit collar sharp against the contrast of his regret-hardened expression.

“If I may be frank with you,” he begins, and it’s not a request so much as a quiet declaration. His serious eyes bore into you, the sheer weight of them making your stomach twist, making you want to step back, to fold in on yourself under their gravity.

“I watched my son agonise painfully over your separation,” Bruce says, voice low but firm. He hesitates, just for a breath, the kind of pause only felt when dragging something raw and deeply personal into the light. “My sons never listen to me.” His sigh is deep, resigned, carved from years of being ignored.

“And the one time I wish he did—would be that time that he held your engagement ring with disappointment after missing your anniversary dinner, where he was going to propose but was held back because of a new villain.”

A sharp gasp escapes your lips before you can stop it, slicing through the silence like glass on stone. The kind of sound that gives something away.

You hadn’t known.

“I told him to be prepared,” Bruce continues, slower now, almost as though trying to soften the blow that’s already landed. “That the rest of his life will be this. always putting his vigilante work first, with you coming second. And there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t look at my son and feel regret for saying such words. Words that led him to make the life-altering decision he did. That I know, without a doubt in my mind, he regrets deeply.”

And then there’s nothing. Just you, and him, and the echo of what could have been plaguing the silence.

“I.” You pause, looking at Tim, your heart betraying you as it thuds painfully. It may have been two years, but your heart still traitorously yearns for him. “I had no idea.” You whisper, expecting something, shock, confusion, but instead you look at him and his eyes held pain.

“I decided you were the one for me the moment I met you. But I didn’t buy the ring until later… didn’t want to look like a complete psychopath…” He says which makes you laugh, the kind of laugh full of pain, and joy from another time.

“I was crushed when you left me Timmy.” You murmured, letting tears brim the edges of your eyes. “I was finally just getting over you when—“ you couldn’t bare to say it, swallowing back down the pain you held for years. “Doesn’t matter now.” Drying your eyes and withdrawing away from Tim. “You left me. I might still love you. And I might not ever get over you. But that doesn’t mean I have to stand here and live in the pain over and over again.”

“Y/n…” He calls, his voice small and broken, but still strong. “I want to ask you something I’ve been waiting years to ask you.”

“Don’t. Please.”

“Will you be mine? Forever?” And you’re frozen in your tracks, your soul crushing under the weighted words you’ve always wanted to hear.

“I can’t Tim.”

“Please. There’s no one else but you. I thought I’d make you miserable, thought you were better off without me.”

“Well you thought wrong.” You say turning your back. “I can’t do this Tim. It’s too painful. I. I have to go.”

It’s been weeks since that incident.

Everything is back to the way it should be.

Tim attending gala events. Tabloids now gossiping about Stephanie’s affair which you now know is just Steph with her fiance, her real fiance.

You sigh, looking at real-estate in other cities.

Maybe it’s time to stop looking for bats flying above your head, and make a new space just for you.

“Y/n” you hear your name being called softly. But that doesn’t stop you from jumping in surprise when you hear Tim drop from a roof top to your balcony.

“Tim.” You say, more so in surprise than anything. His lips pressing into a hard line.

“That’s not my name.” He says again, you resist rolling your eyes.

“Suppose you haven’t gotten your memories back then?” You huff, turning back away, looking at the view of the city horizon. To try and stop your traitorous heart thumping at the sight of Tim.

“I have actually, and I wish I didn’t.” He says so quietly, it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand but you don’t dare look at him. “I had to relieve 2 years of memories without you, and… it was hell.”

You turn around and look at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing here? What do you want?”

“I want to take back a decision I never should have made in the first place. I want to come home again with you in it. I want to hold you, kiss you, breathe you, love you, the way it should’ve been- instead of living in fear away from you, torturing both of us and achieving nothing in the process.” He says, now reaching out and cradling your cheek. Your weak inhibitions giving up instantly to nuzzle closer into his touch. “I’m sorry for being stupid, I had noble intentions, and…” He presses his forehead to your own. “Please, if you can, please, take me back.”

You stand there, mulling over the pain, the grief, and fright of ‘what if’.

“Timmy…” You whisper, unsure if you’re making the right decision. “Suppose… if it doesn’t work out the second time… then it truely wasn’t meant to be…”

He pulls you into a bone crushing hug, his chest heaving heavily like he was trapped under water for years unable to breathe.

He laughs, one made of joy, and shock.

“God! I just- I love you so much.” He says, pulling you impossibly tighter around him, afraid he’ll wake up any moment, that this would all just be a dream like every other time.

You pull back, just enough to tilt your head up towards him and he follows your cue. Pressing a kiss full of want and desperation into your lips.

And when you finally pull away, breathless. You look up at your huge dork, sporting the silliest smile.

“Do you… can I see what my ring would’ve looked like?” You ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

“Uh… sure.” Leaving one firm arm still snuggly along your waist, terrified you’ll turn to dust the moment he pulls away.

He fishes the loose ring in his pocket, beholding you a tasteful ring with a metal that perfectly compliments your skin and a jewel that you can only describe as the colour of Tim’s eyes.

“You … held it? All this time?” You ask, taking the ring from his grasp, and holding it up closer to inspect the invisible details.

“I couldn’t part with it.” He mumbles as you slide it onto your finger, nice and snug.

“Well… since you’re not using it - I’m keeping it.” You announce, grinning up at Tim whose mouth is left a gape.

#dc imagine #batboys x reader #dc x reader #batboys imagine #robin x reader #robin imagine #Tim Drake x reader #Tim Drake imagine #red Robin x reader #red Robin imagine #dc angst

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delugyu · 4 months ago

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pining with a hundred hearts

summary: Confessing to you should be easy. Kai’s got his whole speech prepared, having gone over it about a million times in his head now. All he has to do now is say it exactly as rehearsed. As long as he keeps his cool and doesn’t veer off script, or say something stupid and thoughtless like—“Do you wanna hook up?” he blurts out, wide-eyed and shaking.

…Yeah. Like that.

pairings: huening kai x fem!reader

word count: 11.3k

tags: fluff, smut (mdni), friends to lovers, best friend!kai, yeonjun being a mediocre wingman and the biggest dudebro on earth, kai is a ball of anxiety, a couple religious metaphors, incredible amounts of pining

smut tags: multiple smut scenes… this is only like one step above pwp okay, switch!kai, switch!reader, dry humping, choking (m rec.), unprotected sex, oral (f rec.), car sex, sooo muchhh kissinggg, praise, spit kink kinda, handjob for a second, multiple orgasms

notes: thanks again to this anon for the idea! yes this is another best friend fic i’m sorry i can’t help that this is what calls to me. anyway i hope u luv thisssss!

Kai’s staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, wondering if he should go run and buy flowers or if that would be too corny. He examines his appearance with a critical eye, not wanting to look the slightest bit unattractive when he sees you. A small strand of hair falls into his face, and he pushes it back until he looks perfect again. He tries to imagine how he’d look with a bouquet in his hand.

“Dude, the harder you try, the worse you look.” Kai turns to Yeonjun with a frown, putting his hand back to his side and releasing the imaginary flowers. He deflates when he sees Yeonjun’s unamused expression.

“I’m not good at this stuff like you, though. I don’t know how to ask girls out,” Kai says, moving to sit beside Yeonjun on the edge of the bathtub. He brought Yeonjun here to cheer him on, not to make him feel worse about himself. Kai’s confidence is dwindling the longer he spends in Yeonjun’s presence.

Yeonjun ruffles Kai’s hair, and Kai immediately swats his hand away, scolding him for ruining the hair he had perfectly in place. Kai stretches his neck out to look at himself in the mirror again. He pouts when he sees the mess Yeonjun made.

“Just be normal. She’s your best friend, she’s not gonna bite your head off,” Yeonjun reasons.

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” Kai says. “Her biting my head off might actually be better. I’m scared of her rejecting me.”

Yeonjun smiles at Kai, making Kai scrunch his brows. It feels like there’s some joke he’s not in on. Before he can ask, Yeonjun’s pushing himself up and off the bathtub, stretching out his legs. Kai looks up at him, wondering how to be even half as carefree as him.

“I’m exhausted,” Yeonjun sighs, looking out the window. Kai doesn’t know what for—only twenty minutes have passed, it definitely wouldn’t be dark out yet. “Let’s just go to her place now.”

Kai’s eyes bug out. “Now?! I’m not ready!”

Yeonjun laughs, “I can promise you that she doesn’t care how you look.” He leaves the bathroom then, and Kai feels like he has no choice but to follow.

He’s so worried, he can’t stop thinking about how you might react to his confession. What if you don’t feel the same? That would crush Kai, but he would never make you feel like you have to say yes to him. He just really, really wants the feeling to be mutual.

Suddenly he’s walking outside with Yeonjun, and he knows exactly where Yeonjun plans on taking him. He recites his confession under his breath, making sure he remembers it all still. I’ve been in love with you for years, I can’t imagine my life spent beside anyone but you, and I really hope you’ll be my girlfriend. Whew, he’s still got it.

“Stop freaking out so much,” Yeonjun says from beside him, snapping Kai back to reality. He blinks at his friend, processing what he said for a few seconds.

“I’m not freaking out.”

“Yes you are, dude. You’re, like, hyperventilating next to me.”

“Oh god, I’m hyperventilating?!” There’s no way he can confess to you like this! He imagines how gross it would be for you to hear him declare his love for you through jagged breaths. He turns around abruptly, ready to walk back home.

Yeonjun stops him with a hand gripping his shirt. “No backing out,” he says, pulling Kai back to him.

“I don’t think I can do this,” Kai says, shaking his head with panicked eyes.

Yeonjun grounds Kai with his hands on his shoulders, making sure he’s looking him in the eyes. “If you don’t do this today, you never will. I’m not letting you walk away now.”

Kai sighs and drops his head in defeat. “Okay, you’re right. Let’s just go.”

Time passes way too quickly, and Kai finds himself standing at your door much too soon. Yeonjun abandons him as soon as your apartment is in sight, telling Kai he’ll be waiting for his success story when he comes back. Kai’s heart is pounding. He really hopes there ends up being a success story to tell.

He’s scrambling around for the words in his brain, making sure he doesn’t choke on them as soon as you open the door. I love you, I don’t want anyone but you, please be my girlfriend—something like that. He’s in the midst of a breathing exercise to calm himself down when the door swings open. He flinches, straightening his posture and sending you a smile.

“Hi Kai,” you say, backing up so he’ll come inside. Is he shaking? It feels like he’s shaking.

“Hi. I have something to tell you.” He wants to slap himself. Why'd he say it like that?! Does he think he’s the grim reaper or something, delivering some message of death?! He sounds so ominous, you must be so scared.

“Alright, let’s go to my room then.” You don’t sound shaken at all. You must be really good at hiding that you’re scared.

When he’s sitting across from you on your bed, he can clearly feel the way his body’s shaking. He almost wants to jump off the mattress so you don’t feel the way he trembles. You’ve done this a million times before, sharing your bed and staring at each other, but it feels so different this time.

You look around the room awkwardly in the midst of Kai’s prolonged silence, then start scrolling through your phone. You’re bored—he’s boring you, he needs to get on with it, this is already going wrong.

He clears his throat, and you return your attention to him. He opens his mouth and already starts stuttering on his words. He shuts up immediately, racking his brain for his confession again, and freaking out when he can’t find it.

“Kai? What’d you wanna tell me?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. He just has to spit it out now. He can’t waste your time any longer. He prays the words will just find him if he opens his mouth and starts speaking.

“Do you wanna hook up with me?” he blurts out, wide-eyed and shaking.

Fear crashes upon him so fast. That’s not what he meant to say. He feels the world crumbling around him, and he prays the universe is kind enough to swallow him whole.

Your silence is horrifying him, but he can’t blame you. He should probably see himself out now. You aren’t going to want anything to do with him ever again.

“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” you ask.

Kai gulps. “Um, yes.”

You look him up and down. “You’re shaking so much.” Kai looks down at himself to check. Yep, he sure is.

“Sorry,” he says.

“Are you a virgin?” He can’t be surprised that you asked that; he’s making himself look like the biggest loser ever right now.

“No,” he answers shakily. He’s not super experienced, but he’s definitely not a virgin. He can barely stand looking at you as he waits for your answer, feeling your rejection creeping up on him.

You shrug. “Alright, we can hook up.”

Kai feels his brain start to malfunction all over again. He wasn’t expecting you to agree. You were supposed to scold him and slap him and kick him out of your apartment for asking something so heinous. He’s not sure what to do now. It’s not like he can back out of this—or like he wants to.

“So… can I kiss you?” he asks, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“Yeah.” He wipes the sweat off his palms onto his jeans before he leans in to start closing the gap between you. He lets his face hover a few inches away from yours, taking in your beauty from this close up. You’re so pretty that he already feels himself getting hard just looking at you like this. He stares at your lips, thinking about all the hours he’s spent dreaming of how they’d feel against his.

A voice in his head urges him to run away and hide. What if he’s not good enough for you? What if he doesn’t make you cum? Maybe he should just apologize for saying anything and blame it on being drunk or something.

You push forward before he can pull away, and suddenly your lips are on his and fireworks are going off everywhere. Or at least that’s how it feels, Kai doesn’t know—half of his thinking prowess is in his dick right now.

The poets were right, a kiss with your true love does feel different. This is a high Kai has never felt before, one that leaves him lightheaded and struggling to cling onto reality. God is real, the universe is good, and he’ll devote himself to worshipping you for the rest of his life.

His hands find your face with a feather-light touch, unsure how far he should go just yet. One hand tangles itself in your hair, using gentle force to press your face closer to his. He wants to feel your soul enter his body, to become so intertwined that your beings blend into one.

He grants your tongue access into his mouth as soon as he feels you licking at his lips. He has half a mind to be embarrassed by the whine he emits when you deepen the kiss, mentally scolding himself for being so pathetic. He shivers when your hands fall onto his shoulders, completely weakened by your touch. He’ll let you go as far as you want, he’ll give you the world.

You pull away to catch your breath, staring him down like you’re some hungry wolf. Kai wishes that it didn’t turn him on as much as it did. To see your eyes dark and wanting for him makes blood rush to his cock. This is something Kai’s waited years for, and it does wonders for his confidence, if only for a moment.

He drags you back to him, capturing your lips yet again. There’s more heat in his movements this time, conveying all his attraction to you through tongue and teeth. He licks into your mouth, wanting more, needing more, aching to get you delirious off his touch. His hands start moving down your body, dipping below your shirt to hold onto your bare waist. Your skin is warm and soft, and it feels like territory that Kai needs to explore.

He bites your lip and soothes the sting with a swipe of his tongue, then places another quick kiss to your lips. You look like something out of his wildest dreams, your lips wet and swollen and your eyes blown out with lust. He must not be faring any better. Your eyes dart to the bulge in his pants, and Kai feels a smidge of humiliation that you can see how he’s already fully hard. If a little bit of making out is enough to get him like this, he really has to pull himself together for when you actually touch him.

You push down on Kai’s shoulders until his back meets the mattress. He stares up at you and bites his lip, waiting for your next move. There’s a million different things you could do right now, and he thinks he’d be okay with any of them. You could throw your clothes to the floor and ride his face, you could shove his pants down his legs and tug at his cock, you could sit on his lap and just kiss him some more—hell, you could do nothing but sit there and look pretty and Kai would eventually burst.

“So what made you suddenly decide to hook up with me?” you ask while you situate yourself on his lap. He gasps as you let your hips fall into a slow grind over him. He curses the number of layers separating you two, wanting nothing more than to feel you directly. His hands fall to your thighs, gripping the soft flesh.

“I just…” It’s hard for him to find his words when he’s so focused on the sight of you on top of him. He’s fantasized about this countless times, but none of his imaginations could compare to this.

You laugh and let a hand trail up his chest, stopping at his throat to hold it in a loose grasp. He doesn’t want to be a pervert and beg for you to close your fist, but the idea of you choking him while grinding on top of him has his dick twitching in his jeans. The light pressure isn’t enough, he’d let you go all the way if you wanted.

“You just what?” you coax, smiling at him. He doesn’t know if you meant to be condescending or coddling, but either way it leaves him gripping onto your thighs a little tighter to keep his composure. His tongue is useless, no words find him when you’re toying with him like this. “Tell me, I wanna know,” you press. Kai doesn’t have it in him to create some lie on the spot.

“I-it’s kinda hard to think right now,” Kai says, hands moving up to your hips to try to urge you to move a little faster.

“I can stop, then,” you say, pausing your movements.

“No!” He presses his hips up into you and uses his hands to continue grinding you against him. You squeeze his throat at that, which only makes him whimper and buck into you harder.

“Kai,” you scold, and he finally listens and calms down. It takes a lot of willpower to lay still beneath you. You’re so tempting, he can’t help but try to relieve the strain in his pants.

“It’s just been a while, and… you’re really hot, so,” he explains as he tries to control his breathing.

You give an unsatisfied hum. “So you chose me just cause I’m hot and available?”

Kai squeezes his eyes shut like he’s in pain. He thinks you’re doing this on purpose. “No. You’re my best friend, and I trust you, that’s why. Please move,” he says, trying to urge your hips forward again. He’s a little surprised at how easily he can hide the fact that he was originally planning on asking you out today. Being this horny must grant him superpowers.

You sit there for a moment, pondering his words. Those ten seconds feel like torture, but you’re undoing his pants as soon as you decide his answer was satisfactory, and it makes everything worth it. You push them halfway down his thighs before tugging your own shorts off, and Kai’s hands work quickly to feel up the exposed skin.

You’re back to grinding on him, but this time less clothes separate you. It’s still far too much, though; Kai needs to feel skin on skin. His fingers pry at your panties and try to tug them off, but you swat his hands away. He looks up at you with the most pitiful look he can muster, and it only serves to make you laugh at him like he’s some handsy perv. He blushes a little, letting his hands fall back onto your thighs.

“You just can’t wait, huh?” you taunt, hands sliding up his stomach and chest until his shirt is pulled as far up as it will go. You stare at his body with a bitten lip and dark eyes, and the intensity makes Kai shudder.

“I-I can wait,” he counters, rubbing his thumbs on your skin, keeping his hands right where they are to show that he’s being good. If all you’ll give him is some grinding and heavy petting, then he’ll be happy to just shut up and take it. He needs to prove himself to you, to show you that he can be whatever you want him to be. If you want him to be quiet and lay down like a toy, he’ll be ten steps ahead of you, leaning back on the mattress waiting to be used. If you want him to throw you around and treat you like a whore, he’ll show you strength like no one else has. This is about doing everything exactly how you want.

“How cute,” you coo, letting your nails lightly rake down his torso, stopping once your fingers are at his boxers. You let your finger run over the hem teasingly, just tracing it back and forth with no care as to how much this is torturing Kai. His hips rut up without his permission, body acting on its own accord, and he’s worried for a second that you might scold him.

“Sorry,” he’s quick to apologize, but his body betrays him again. He swears he’s not intent on making himself look so pathetic and horny—this is just what you do to him.

“Do you need me now?” you ask, snapping the waistband of his boxers playfully. He whines and nods, squeezing your hips with need. “How bad?”

“So bad I could cry,” he says. You laugh, and he panics.

“Then cry.” His eyes widen. He knows you’re serious when you still your hips over him once more, crossing your arms and grinning down at him. You’re such a tease, he might just die.

“Please, please use me!” If you want him to beg, he’ll put on a whole damn show. He holds you in place above him so he can roll his hips up into yours, making sure your clit catches on the head of his cock each time. His grip is bruising, and your gasps are like music to his ears. He can’t stop now, he’s insatiable. “Hnng—I’ll cum in my boxers if you don’t let me inside you now,” he whines, giving you a particularly rough thrust.

He’s thankful that you don’t push him away again when his hands scramble to yank your panties off. He pulls them down your legs and throws them hastily somewhere off the bed. He flips the two of you over so you’re lying on the mattress, and you’re giggling at him while he loses his mind above you. He takes off the rest of his clothes as fast as he can, itching to feel your hands all over his skin.

He’s panting by the time he’s finally got his dick in his hands, stroking it and spreading his precum down his shaft. You’re way too beautiful beneath him, and the fear of not lasting long enough to make you cum is making him feel incredibly insecure. You’re way too good for him. Oh god. He has so much to prove, so much to live up to.

He tries to dive down between your legs, figuring he could at least get you to cum on his tongue to ease his worries. He’s stopped by your fist in his hair, pulling him back up before he could even get eye-level with your pussy. His fingers are quick to separate your folds then, rubbing up your slit persistently.

“Let me prepare you,” he says, moving his head down again. He only gets to nibble your thigh before you’re giggling and pulling his head away.

“I’m ready,” you insist, spreading your legs a little wider. His head spins. You’re insane. Now he’s really in danger of cumming too soon—like, before he even sticks it in. He leans his head onto your shoulder, trying to get a hold of himself. His fingers swipe rapidly at your clit, trying to get you as close to the edge as he is. He can’t embarrass himself. He has to be good for you.

Your legs shake and close over his hand, and you try tugging him by the wrist to push him away, but he’s too intent on making you cum to be deterred by that. “Fuck, Kai, stop, you’re gonna..!” Your voice is getting high-pitched and whiny, and your pleas for mercy are really only working against you; if anything, it only motivates Kai further.

“It’s okay, just let go,” he urges, watching your face to see if you’re close. Your eyebrows are upturned, eyes glazed over with lust, and suddenly you look a lot less like a hungry wolf and more like a poor little lamb. He realizes then that the most important thing in the world right now is getting you to fall apart under him.

“Ah—oh, god,” you cry, hips rolling up into his hand as he keeps his relentless pace. He watches arousal drip from your empty cunt, leaking down to the mattress, and it’s the most enticing sight Kai’s ever laid eyes on.

“Come on, cum for me. Promise to stuff you so good when you do,” Kai urges, feeling dizzy at the sight of your twitching body. You must be so close. Every part of him aches for your climax.

“Fuck, cumming..!” you gasp out, grasping onto Kai’s arm for dear life. He loves this feeling, it’s like you need him, like he saved you, like he showed you divinity. It gets too much to his head, and he knows at that moment that he just became addicted. He’ll keep searching for this high for the rest of his life.

He lets up once your body starts convulsing too hard, using his hand to gently hold your waist down instead. He looks at you like you’re something magnificent. A part of him still wonders if this is real or not, but his mind could never make up something this life-changing.

He leans down to kiss you, something deep and hungry, portraying all the need that’s nestled its way into his being. Your hands find his shoulders easily, and it feels like they were meant to be there. Kai thinks your bodies must have been made to touch each other.

You pull away from the kiss, smiling up at him like a little devil. “I thought you said you were gonna fill me up now?”

Something about you saying that makes everything seem much more real all of a sudden. Anxiety strikes its way back into Kai’s stomach, and he doesn’t know if he is greater parts fear or lust when his hand finds his dick again.

“I will,” he promises, and he prays you don’t hear the shake in his voice. He holds back a gasp when he brings his tip to your entrance. You’re soaked, and he feels the way your hole flutters pathetically for him. You need him. He almost feels possessed at the thought.

He bites his lip hard as he starts to push in. He’s trying not to get ahead of himself, but you’re so easy to get drunk in. You’re so tight, he would have stuffed you with his fingers if he’d known you’d be squeezing him like a vice.

He bottoms out with a gruff moan, holding onto your waist for dear life. He can’t believe this. He’s inside you. He’s in love with you. He’s as close to you as he could possibly be. The physical world constrains him from tying your souls together infinitely, but the intimacy of this is almost good enough.

How does he prove himself worthy for you? He feels himself getting lost more and more in a fantastical world in which you love him too, and the two of you are making love. But that’s not what this is. You just want him to fuck you.

His hands trail down to your hips, holding you still as he starts to pull out a bit. He’ll give you what you want. He’ll prove himself capable, make sure you know how well he can satisfy you. He’d spend a lifetime making you believe him if he could.

Your breath catches when Kai bottoms out again in a hard thrust. “You’re big,” you say with a little giggle, hands coming up to rest on Kai’s shoulders.

“T-thanks.” He doesn’t know if you’re laughing at his stutter or at his response, but either way it makes his face flush. He fucks into you at a steady pace now, slow enough to keep himself from cumming.

Your hand trails up to the nape of his neck to grip his hair, and it makes Kai whine. You roll your hips up into him, meeting his thrusts deliciously, tugging harder at his hair when he speeds up a little. You’re making things really hard for Kai right now. He wants to give you the best time of your life, but you keep hypnotizing him with how sexy you are.

He can’t be selfish. He brings a thumb to your clit and relishes in the way you groan out at the stimulation. “Just like that,” you praise, clutching onto him a little more desperately.

“Wanna be good for you,” he says, letting his hips buck harder against you. He’s never felt so brainless in his life; he only acts on instinct as he chases his orgasm and your own. There’s a primal urge to claim you, to paint your walls with his seed.

Your back arches up into him, like you’re presenting yourself fully to him. His free hand snakes up your shirt to find your tits, playing with them as he pleases, watching your reactions to everything. You look so overwhelmed. Your mouth hangs open with broken whines as Kai keeps stimulating you, and the sight has his stomach clenching in threat of climaxing soon.

“Kai,” you moan, accompanied by some garble of words that he can’t quite decipher. He doesn’t know if that’s because you’re unintelligible from how good you feel, or if it’s because he’s so far off in his own need to make you cum that everything else is blurred out.

Your walls start tightening around him now, and he knows you’re cumming when you throw your head back with a cry. He almost bursts inside you at that moment. He feels like something more than human, like only the most divine of beings should be able to see things like this. He burns the image in his mind.

“Where can I cum?” he asks, jackhammering into you as he chases his high. You’re whimpering from the overstimulation, but Kai thinks you can take it for just a few more moments.

“A-anywhere,” you stutter out. For the first time, Kai thinks you look breakable. He has a scary thought of wanting to ruin you.

“Inside you?” he asks, coming down to mouth at your neck. You whimper when he bottoms out again and grinds against you.

“Wherever you want,” you say.

Fuck. It’s that same second he spills inside you, almost as if your words were what allowed him to cum. He groans into your shoulder, hands squeezing at your flesh while your cunt milks him dry. He will never get closer to heaven than this.

He’s not sure how many minutes have passed by the time he’s picking himself back up, hovering over you, still sheathed inside your walls. All he knows is that you look even more beautiful now than you have before, and the urge to confess his love to you falls over him once again.

“Is this gonna change things?” Kai asks. He hopes you say yes. He hopes he made you see him in a new light, that you suddenly realized he’s the man of your dreams and you need him to be with you forever.

“No,” you answer, running your fingers through his hair. “But we probably will fuck again. That was mind-blowing.”

Kai’s still a little too hazy to process that. “Alright,” he says. He collapses back down on you, figuring he would take advantage of the moment and hold you like this a little longer.

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Admittedly, Kai didn’t think this through very well. He’s pacing around his bedroom, going on and on to Yeonjun about how much he messed up and how scared he is to see you again. Yeonjun lays on Kai’s bed, much more relaxed than Kai is.

“I don’t think it’s that big of a deal,” Yeonjun says. Kai can’t believe how he can be so casual about this. “You can still tell her how you feel.”

“No I can’t! I should have told her before we had sex, this is a nightmare!” Kai holds his head in his hands, trying to keep it from exploding. The amount of stress he feels right now is probably enough to guarantee him heart problems later in life.

“She won’t care, dude. Just tell her you choked,” Yeonjun reassures. It does very little to comfort Kai, though.

“I’m not gonna tell her. I don’t think I can.”

“Yes you can. If you don’t tell her, I’ll ask her out myself.” Kai’s not sure if Yeonjun’s threat is legit, but it strikes a bit of fear in his heart anyway.

“I’ll tell her in, like, a month. That’s enough time, right?”

“Why not tomorrow?” Yeonjun counters.

“Are you crazy?! We had sex two days ago! If I tell her tomorrow, I’m gonna look pussy-whipped!”

Yeonjun laughs, “Well…”

Kai rolls his eyes. “Shut up. I’m not telling her until next month.”

“You’re just gonna push that date back over and over again. Get it over with sooner, that way you don’t have to worry about it all the time,” Yeonjun explains.

“You don’t get it. This is hard for me. Have you even been in love before?” Kai asks, pausing in front of the bed so he can look Yeonjun in the eye when he answers.

“I guess not,” Yeonjun says, shrugging like he doesn’t see how that would matter. “You know I give good advice about dating, though. I can look at it objectively because I’ve never been in love.”

Kai doesn’t have a response to that—not because Yeonjun’s right, but because he thinks Yeonjun’s reasoning is so ridiculous. Yeonjun doesn’t understand what it’s like to feel even a quarter of the yearning Kai holds for you. He doesn’t know a fraction of the fear of losing you.

Yeonjun starts up again, “You’re seeing her tomorrow anyway, so you might as well.”

Kai shakes his head. “I can’t. I can barely handle seeing her tomorrow as is.”

Yeonjun sits up, clearly taking the conversation more seriously now. “Why though? You act like you’re so doomed, but I guarantee you that hooking up once isn’t something to cry about.”

“That’s the problem, it wasn’t just a hook up for me. I will never be the fucking same again. I literally can’t move on.” Mild irritation laces all of Kai’s words.

“Then take a step back and chill out. The more you stress about this, the worse you’re going to make things,” Yeonjun says. He still sounds so unphased about it all. Kai wishes he could make him see how pressing this really is, how this actually feels like life or death for him.

“How am I gonna take a step back when I see her and talk to her all the time?” Kai asks. That’s just scratching the surface; he doesn’t even mention how his every thought goes back to you, how everything in the world reminds him of you one way or another. His devotion toward you feels like it’s embedded in his bones, like it’s part of his wiring. There is no him without an undying love for you—the two cannot be separated.

“I don’t know, dude. I don’t wanna sound like a dick, but if you don’t want my help, figure it out on your own,” Yeonjun says, exhausted.

Equally exhausted, Kai sinks down the wall until he’s sat on the floor. “Let’s just stop talking about this for now,” Kai sighs out.

It’s quiet in the room for a minute as the tension slowly dissipates. Then, Yeonjun chimes in again with a five-star idea: “Wanna get drinks?”

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Kai thought he’d be too scared to see you today, but he proves himself to be horribly wrong. As soon as you call him telling him to come over, the only anxiety he feels is in the form of antsiness to see you again. He doesn’t waste a second before driving to your apartment. He could walk, but that would just be more time lost.

He realizes the moment he walks into your bedroom that maybe he shouldn’t have been so careless before coming here.

Your eyes fall to his shirt. “Is that One Direction?”

“No.” He looks down at his shirt only to see the five boy band members staring back at him. He looks back at you, hopefully concealing the fear he feels from his face. “Yes.”

You laugh. Oh god, do you think he’s a loser?

“It’s my sister’s shirt,” he explains quickly. “It was too big for her, so she gave it to me.”

“Please go out in public wearing that,” you say. “I’ll literally treat you to lunch right now.”

Kai feels his face flushing in embarrassment. “I don’t even like One Direction!”

“You do now! I think I’m in the mood for a discography dive, actually,” you laugh. Kai hides his face in his hands as he trudges his way over to you, falling backward onto your bed. He feels your hand run through his hair as your laughter dies down.

“Do you have any of my sweatshirts here?” Kai asks, even though he knows you do.

“Nooooo, I don’t want you taking those from me,” you whine.

“You’ll get it back, I just don’t want to go out like this.” You pout at him before getting up and rummaging through your closet. You throw a sweatshirt at him when you find one, and Kai is quick to throw it on once it lands in his lap.

“It feels like a crime for you to be covering them up,” you say, brushing your hand over where One Direction’s faces once were.

“It would feel like more of a crime letting people think I’m a modern-day Directioner.” Kai relishes in the way you laugh at that.

“You’d be such a Niall girl,” you say with an amused glint in your eye.

“I don’t even know which one Niall is.”

“He’s”—

“And I’d like to keep it that way,” he cuts you off.

“Fine. No one ever wants to talk One Direction with me anyway.”

Kai laughs, and he’s a little starstruck by how pretty you look when you smile at him like this. “Where do you wanna go today?” he asks, changing the conversation.

You shrug. “We can just drive to the city and see what’s around,” you offer.

“Do you wanna just head out now then?”

“Let me get ready and then we can,” you say, getting off the bed.

It’s a miracle how normal Kai’s been able to act so far. He still looks away when you change your clothes, wanting to be respectful, but he wonders if there’s even a point to it anymore. His face heats up when he thinks about how you said you’ll probably have sex with him again.

Yeonjun’s words from yesterday come back to Kai, how he seemed so confident that Kai should confess to you today. For a second, he considers it. Yeonjun’s so much better with girls than Kai is, it would probably be stupid to not take his advice. But then Kai remembers that there’s no stakes when Yeonjun talks to girls; he doesn’t go after his best friend like Kai does, he goes after random girls at random parties that he’ll never see again.

For Kai’s own good, and for the sake of your friendship, he can’t tell you today. Even if it means swallowing down his compliments when you come to him all ready to go. Even if it means staying silent while being at risk of going into cardiac arrest, heart beating rapidly from how pretty you look in the passenger seat of his car.

Kai makes the mistake of letting you control the music on the ride there. He conveys his disappointment with a single glance to you when he hears you play What Makes You Beautiful. You’re grinning so hard that your cheeks must hurt, but your joy is contagious, and Kai finds himself smiling against his will.

“What? It’s your favorite band!” you tease. You turn up the volume as the chorus hits, singing the lyrics to him. Kai can’t help but laugh. He might have to buy a hundred more stupid t-shirts if this is what he’ll get every time.

Once you arrive downtown, Kai walks with you as you look for an intriguing store. He usually lets you pick out what shops you enter, but he catches sight of a building that calls out to him. “Let’s go here,” Kai suggests, motioning toward the sign on the store.

“Palm reading? Since when did you get so spiritual?” you ask.

Kai looks at you for a second, admiring your smile. “I just think it might be fun,” he says. “You don’t like it?”

You shrug. “I’m just not super into it. I’m down to watch you get your palm read, though.”

The shop is typical for a spirituality store—there’s crystals, tarot cards, incense, and everything else Kai usually sees at these places. He walks to the woman managing the register at the back, eyeing the board behind her that displays their services.

“Oh wow, they do mediumship here,” you say quietly as you follow behind Kai. “What the hell is an aura reading?” There’s a bit of amusement in your voice, and Kai hopes the worker doesn’t hear you.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done those,” he whispers back to you. He smiles when the woman behind the counter comes up to him, greeting her quietly.

“How can I help you?” she asks.

“Could we do one of those palm readings?” Kai says, pointing up at the text on the board describing the palm reading service.

“Just that? Would you like me to look at anything else?”

“Just the palm reading,” Kai answers. The woman calls out another worker to watch the store, then directs you and Kai to a room at the back.

“Oh, this room is tiny. It’s like a closet,” you say with a laugh, and Kai hopes the woman knows that you say this with no malice. She motions for the two of you to take a seat at the small table in the room. The chairs aren’t very comfortable—they’re pretty hard, and they squeak when you both sit in them, but Kai thinks of it as another charm to the place.

There’s a lot of unlit candles in the room, and the light instead comes from a lamp that stands in the corner of the room, casting the room in a yellowish glow. Spiritual posters line the walls, as well as shelves that hold huge crystals and other trinkets Kai doesn’t quite recognize. He looks to you for a second, to which you return his glance with a smile and a raise of your brows. His heart races a little, sickly sweet feelings for you rising in his stomach.

“Would you hold out your hands?” the woman says, and Kai immediately places his hands palm-up on top of the table. He suddenly feels nervous, as if he’s baring something as sacred as his soul rather than just his skin.

He’s not sure what he wants to hear today. He hasn’t done anything like this before, but the worker seems nice enough. Kai doesn’t know how to tell if someone is the real deal or not when it comes to spiritual stuff, but he trusts this woman’s vibes. She’s funky, in a good way.

He wonders if palm readings can say anything about love. With you right here, perhaps it’s better if he doesn’t ask.

The worker hums as she assesses Kai’s hands. He can feel them starting to get clammy from the nerves, antsy to just hear whatever she has to say. He hopes he doesn’t have bad fortunes.

The woman rests her thumb over a deep line that runs across Kai’s palm. “Your life line is very pronounced.”

Kai blinks at her. “What does that mean?”

She runs her finger over the full line. “It’s a long, deep line. Usually that means you’re energetic, and you’ll have a successful life. You might be good at sports too.”

You laugh beside him, and if his hands weren’t busy getting read by this lady he would’ve used them to shove you. “Please don’t mind her,” he says, feeling his face heat up.

“There’s just the capacity for you to be good at sports. And it doesn’t have to be a very physical sport,” she continues. Great—your laughter made the palm reader start scrambling for an explanation. She thinks he’s unathletic now.

“I am good at sports,” Kai says, feeling like he has to prove himself. “I like working out.”

“Yesss, and he loves bowling,” you add.

“What? She just made that up,” Kai defends. “I don’t like bowling.”

“He was a pro bowler in high school.”

“No. You’re a pro liar.” Kai is also failing to see why you find it important to sell this lie to the palm reader. He’s lucky enough that the reader doesn’t seem to pay any mind to your antics.

“You seem to have a lot of emotions,” she says, finger lying on one of the other prominent lines in Kai’s palm. He sees you smirking in his peripheral, and he tries his very best to ignore it. “Do you usually repress what you feel?”

Oh gosh. He makes a point to not look at you, but the first thing he thinks of is how he’s been holding in his feelings for you for years. He’s been bottling that up for a while—a lot of other emotions, too, but namely that one.

“Sometimes, yeah,” he answers with a nod, hoping his voice didn’t sound as nervous as he felt.

“All the time,” you correct. “He rarely opens up.”

The palm reader hums in acknowledgement. “I can see that. You might want to work on expressing your emotions more. It’s not good to let everything sit in your body.” She looks him dead in the eye to make her point. Kai nods and gulps, feeling a little intimidated.

The reader releases Kai’s hands and turns her face to you. “Would you like a reading?” she asks. You wave your hand in denial.

“I’m alright, thank you. Hey, you got him dead on, though. Congrats,” you say, smiling at the lady and getting out of your chair.

“Thank you,” Kai says, fishing his wallet from his pants. “How much is this?”

“Ten dollars,” the woman answers, taking the cash from Kai when he hands it to her. He runs over to where you stand at the door, waiting for him with a smile. The moment the two of you step foot out of the building, you’re already going on about how fake and scammy this gig is.

“That lady was so full of shit. I could probably do this job. It was actually meant for me cause I love to lie,” you say. You stop walking and turn to face Kai. “Here, give me your hand.”

He hesitates for a second and braces himself for whatever insane story you’re about to come up with.

“Oh yeah, fingertips of a bowler,” you start. You cackle when Kai immediately tries yanking his hand from yours at that, but you keep a solid grip on his wrist. You trace over a line in his palm. “This one means you like long walks on the beach. And this one means you want to go back to the car and give me head.”

His interest is piqued. “For real?”

You drop his hand. “Yeah, says exactly that. That’ll be ten bucks.”

“I can think of a better way to pay you,” he says, unable to contain his grin. He takes your hand and speeds to his car. He doesn’t really care how desperate it makes him look. You’re giggling the whole way there, and the noise just goes straight to his cock. Maybe he is pussy-whipped.

He urges you into the backseat as soon as you make it to the car, getting in behind you and slamming the door shut, too eager to get his hands on you. Your smile doesn’t leave your face when he leans in to kiss you, but that doesn’t stop him at all. He cradles your jaw in his hand, keeping your face connected to his as he works his lips against yours.

“Hope no one catches us,” you giggle, only pulling away long enough to say that before being taken by Kai’s kiss again. Kai doesn’t let your words get to him; he’s too horny to think about anything besides boning you anyway.

Kai hovers over you, and there’s not much space in the backseat of his car, but he’ll sure as hell make it work if it means getting his face between your thighs. He wastes no time pulling down your jeans and your panties, yanking off your top and bra too so that you lay fully nude beneath him.

His eyes scan your body hungrily, taking in your skin at its most vulnerable. “You’re pretty,” he says as his hands find your tits, squeezing them and listening to you sigh at the feeling.

“J-just pretty?” you tease.

“And sexy,” Kai says, lowering his mouth to your nipple, sucking it until he hears you whimper. “And so gorgeous,” he adds before moving to your other nipple. He’s greedy—he wants all your pleasure to be his own, for you to only associate sex and satisfaction with him.

You gasp and arch into him. Kai catches your movement, holding your back to keep you pressed close to him as he continues showing you how beautiful he thinks you are. He could spend lifetimes doing this. He was made to worship you.

Your hand curls in his hair, and Kai wonders if you could cum like this, just from some nipple stimulation. With the way you’re panting and moaning into the air, he thinks you might. He’ll have to try that someday. Today, it’s not enough. Today, he craves you more carnally. He starts dragging his lips down your body, trying not to smile in satisfaction when your breath hitches.

He brings his head between your legs, staring at you with intensity blazing in his eyes. He wonders if your skin is buzzing too. He wonders if you’ve never felt more alive than now, just like him.

“Can I?” he asks, gently maneuvering your legs to rest over his shoulders.

You lean up on your elbows to watch. “Mhm,” you hum with a small smile.

He can’t be bothered to tease you—it would probably be more torturous for him than you, anyway. He dives in right away, bringing his tongue to your folds and tightening his hold on your thighs. He can’t count how many times he’s jerked off to the thought of this. He doesn’t even care that he’s cramped in the tight space of his car, all he cares about is that he finally knows how you taste.

His tongue swirls at your clit, gliding along the bud with determination. He’s dying to feel your legs clamp around his head. He wants to be suffocating, to feel the air slowly leave him as he laps at your pussy. He grunts against you, moving down to tongue at your entrance.

He presses his face further into you, aching to get closer than what’s physically possible. He curls his tongue up inside you, huffing out a laugh when your thighs jolt at the sensation. He repeats the motion until he hears your moans get high-pitched and breathy, and he feels like he’s on top of the world. Nothing could be better than this.

Your hands grab at his hair, desperate and shaking and so needy, and he can’t help but feel the urge to take care of you. “Fuck, how are you so good at this?” you ask, sounding all worked up. Kai thinks it’s very cute. He doesn’t answer, of course—he’s a little preoccupied.

Your words motivate him to go further, lapping at you with more fervor. His brain turns to mush, reduced to primal instinct that begs you to cum all over his tongue. He grips onto you tighter when your hips start running away, not letting you escape him. You whine out as he mouths at your pussy; it’s filthy and messy, but Kai couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to have you.

“Kai—Kai! Like that, shit, you’re so fucking good.” Your legs start closing around his head, and Kai thanks the universe for putting him in this position. You twitch and gasp as you get closer and closer to your climax, hands tightening in Kai’s hair.

He’s feral now, and his vision might be blacking out, but he fucking loves this. He doesn’t stop or slow down, and the payoff comes in the form of his name tumbling from your lips as you finally cum. He can’t get enough, continuing to lap at you even as you try to tug him away.

“I’m sensitive!” you yelp when he comes up to your clit, taking it between his lips and sucking until you cry. He doesn’t do it to be mean, he’s just so crazy about you. He wants you to cum over and over again, but you keep trying to pull him away, so he finally lets up.

He comes up to you for a kiss, taking your hand to hold it as he pants into your mouth. He doesn’t care about catching his breath. He doesn’t want to waste time on insignificant things like taking in air. He only wants to breathe you in, to be overwhelmed with the way you take over his senses.

Your free hand clumsily tries to push his pants down, and he resorts to helping you out after a few failed attempts. He doesn’t separate from the kiss for a second as he gets his cock out, lining it up to your entrance needily. He pumps his shaft in his hand as he sticks his tip in, eating up your moans as they pass from your mouth into his.

Maybe he’s too in his head, but this feels like more than sex between two friends. This feels too transformative to be anything casual. He pushes in further, breaking from the kiss to watch your face as he bottoms out. He brushes your hair back, then lets his hand rest on your cheek. His thumb rests over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. You have beautiful lips.

He pushes his thumb into your mouth the same moment he starts thrusting inside you. He feels the vibrations of your moans as he fucks into you, groaning at the way you clench around him.

“You take me so well,” Kai grunts out, pushing his thumb down on your tongue so your mouth opens up. You look like a wet dream. He brings his other hand to your breasts, playing with your nipples. You mewl, and he finally takes his thumb from your mouth so he can kiss you again.

It doesn’t take long for him to feel ready to burst. He pinches your clit, trying to bring you to the edge with him. You tug his hair, pulling his face away so you can stare into his eyes as you get closer to cumming.

“Cum inside me,” you urge, sliding your hand down from his hair to his neck. You hold his throat in a possessive grasp, and Kai almost sees God in that moment. His hips buck into you faster, motivated by your fingers slowly tightening around him.

Kai bottoms out and bursts inside you with a moan, letting your walls squeeze around him and milk his cock. He moves his fingers over your clit rapidly until he feels you convulsing around his shaft; his head spins from both the noises you make as you orgasm and your hand around his neck.

You finally let go, and Kai gasps for air, leaning his head down into your shoulder as he rides out the last of your highs. He runs his hands all over your body, cherishing the feel of your bare flesh. He licks the skin at your neck and shoulder mindlessly, still foggy from how turned on he is.

He pulls out after a minute, pulling his head from your shoulder so he can watch the way his cum drips out of you. He grins at the sight, and he knows it’s perverted and gross, but he loves the way it spills out. He can’t have his cum dripping onto his car seats, though, so he has to put your panties back on and make sure your cunt keeps it all in.

“How you feeling?” you ask, still laying down and catching your breath.

“Good. That was so good,” Kai breathes out, staring at your lips, then your eyes.

You smile at him. “Is that all you want to say?” you ask.

No, it’s not. He wants to say he loves you. He wants to say that this means more to him than you know. He wants your lips beyond these slivers of moments, he wants your body beyond these hookups. Do you know that? Do you know he wants to say all that?

He grabs your hand and laces his fingers between yours. The lines embedded in his palms spell out a path that was fated for loving you. He’s more sure of this now than ever before. There’s his answer.

“That’s all,” Kai says.

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“I don’t get it,” Yeonjun says. “Why’d you hook up with her again if it fucked you up so bad last time?”

Kai sighs, “Cause I’m stupid. I don’t know.”

Kai’s not sure how debriefing with Yeonjun after hanging out with you became such common practice, but it at least offers him some sort of reprieve from suffering alone. Now he doesn’t have to mope around crying about his lost chances with you. They’re sitting in Yeonjun’s car in the corner of some parking lot, since Yeonjun didn’t want to just hang out at Kai’s place again.

“Are you ever gonna confess?” Yeonjun asks. He sounds like he lost hope in Kai.

“Yes, I am,” Kai says, not knowing how to bare himself to Yeonjun like this. “Just not yet.”

“Mhm,” he gives an unconvincing hum.

“I am,” Kai insists.

“When? Ten years from now, when she’s already settled down without you?” That pisses Kai off a little, but he doesn’t let it show. Yeonjun continues, “Listen, dude. For your own sake—and for mine, at this point—just tell her you love her. And not in a month. Tell her today.”

“I’m not seeing her today,” Kai reasons.

Yeonjun puts the car in drive. “Yes you are.”

“Oh my god, you’re not taking me to her place,” Kai says, but Yeonjun’s already pulling out of the parking lot and heading out. Kai’s eyes go wide. “You’re not.”

“I am.” What the hell?! Kai’s not ready for this! You don’t even know he’s coming over!

“I don’t know what to say!” he exclaims, starting to panic.

“Don’t worry about it,” Yeonjun says.

“I just saw her yesterday! You’re making me look desperate!”

“You are desperate,” Yeonjun laughs. Kai doesn’t find it funny. Kai can’t really find anything funny right now.

“I can’t do it. I’m not doing it.”

Yeonjun doesn’t even respond; he just keeps his eyes on the road and continues on the route to your apartment. Kai’s getting flashbacks to when he first tried confessing to you. That was around a week ago now, and look where that attempt got him. He's more pathetic than he was before.

Of course he wants to tell you how he feels. It’s not like Kai wants to be such a coward about this, but the fear of you rejecting him and scaring you off forever is mortifying. Yeonjun doesn’t understand how paralyzing that idea is. There would be no kind of hurt stronger than the one of you turning Kai away. He knows he can’t make you love him, and while he would simply die to have his feelings be reciprocated, he can’t force it onto you.

Yeonjun’s approaching your street now, and Kai has never felt closer to death in his life. There’s no chance he’s getting out of Yeonjun’s car. He’ll rot away here in the passenger seat before he confesses to you.

Yeonjun turns to Kai when he parks by your apartment complex. He raises an eyebrow when Kai doesn’t make a move to get out of the car.

“I’m too scared. I can’t,” Kai says, sounding completely sure of this.

Yeonjun’s quiet for a few seconds, pursing his lips in thought as he decides on what to say. “How much do you love her?” he asks.

This is a stupid question. “You know how much. It kills me how much.”

“So act like it. Pick yourself up and go to her like a man. Quit ruining your own life—she’s not gonna want some bum who can’t even work up enough courage to say he loves her,” Yeonjun says, and his words are harsh, but they strike some kind of determination in Kai. “Dude, I don’t know any guy who deserves her more than you. You’re the best. I mean it. You gotta go get her.”

Kai’s palms are sweating and his heart is racing, but there’s a fire lit beneath him now. Yeonjun’s right. Even if it’s the end of all things, Kai has to tell you his feelings.

Yeonjun continues, “Do it. It’s not as bad as you think. You have to do it.”

Kai finally opens the car door, and he can feel the adrenaline rushing through his body. “I’m gonna call you later,” Kai says before shutting the door. He hears Yeonjun cheer him on as he walks off, letting his feet lead him to your door.

It all feels too familiar when Kai’s standing at your doorstep. He has no script this time. He couldn’t begin to try and conjure one up—his nerves are making him jittery and scatterbrained. There’s no backing out this time. Yeonjun’s words ring in Kai’s mind. He has to do it.

“Oh, hey,” you say when you open the door. Kai steps inside and gathers his breath. “Did something happen?” you ask.

You stare at him with concern, and he figures it must be because he’s visibly anxious. He tries to get himself together, straightening his posture and breathing slower.

“No, not really,” he answers.

“You look like you’re ready to pass out.” You glance at your living room. “Did you want to sit down?”

“No,” he says, then musters up whatever courage he has to grab your hands. He clutches onto them desperately, as if you ground him, as if you remind him to be brave. “I just want to tell you something.”

Your eyes dart between his like you’re trying to find his words before he can say them. “What is it?” you ask.

Kai’s whole world has been building up to this moment. It’s finally time. He breaks the dam open, letting his vulnerability loose.

“I love you.” His heart hammers against his chest.

“I know,” you say.

“No, like—I love you,” he emphasizes, squeezing your hands.

You smile. It’s breathtaking. “I know. Yeonjun told me.”

Yeonjun—what?!

“Are you kidding me?!” Kai forgets everything else he wanted to say in his horror. That fucking asshole, he’s dead! Kai can’t believe this! He doesn’t even know why he’s surprised; this is such a Yeonjun thing to do. “When did he tell you?!”

You laugh like this is all so funny, meanwhile Kai’s world is crumbling down. “The day before we first hooked up,” you answer.

No fucking way.

“You knew this whole time?” Kai asks.

“Yup,” you confirm.

“Why did he tell you?”

“In case you pussied out. Which you did,” you answer. “And because he knew I’m in love with you too.”

Kai doesn’t quite process what he heard. “Huh?”

You grin and roll your eyes, and then you’re pulling Kai’s face in so you can kiss him. His head spins. He’ll wake up any second now. Your lips feel very real, though, and far beyond what his dreams could conjure up. They’re soft and sweet and just as delicious as he remembers.

You pull away. “I love you too,” you say. “You should be my boyfriend.”

Kai’s in disbelief. You love him—the words echo in his mind on a constant loop. He can’t think about anything else; all he can do is pull you back in for another kiss and make it count. This is your first kiss officially together, after all.

“You should’ve asked me before,” Kai breathes out, holding your face dearly. “You knew I would’ve said yes.”

You giggle, “I like the chase.”

The world around him fades away as Kai devotes his full attention to you. Nothing else in the universe could mean more than this moment. You drag him to your bedroom, and he follows eagerly, grinning victoriously the whole time.

“I can’t believe it took you so long to finally say it,” you tease as you push him onto your bed, straddling him and resting your hands on his chest. “Or that I had to hear it from Yeonjun first, a week before I heard it from you.”

“He fucking sucks for that,” Kai says with a little laugh. He holds no real malice toward Yeonjun, but he will definitely be having a word with him later. Honestly, Kai couldn’t even be mad if he tried right now. With you smiling like this on top of him and Kai finally being able to call you his, nothing could bring him down.

You bring Kai’s face to yours for a quick kiss, then you pull away to throw off your shirt. “Let’s make it feel like the first time,” you say, lifting off of him to take off your bottoms.

“It always does with you,” Kai says sweetly as he pulls his own pants and boxers down. You spit in your hand and bring it to his cock, pumping him quickly to get him fully hard. You bite your lip as you twist your hand over him, earning a choked out moan from Kai. He brings his hand to your folds, rubbing at your slit with just as much fervor.

“Do you want me to ride you?” you ask, a little out of breath from Kai’s hands on you. His head nearly explodes at the thought of you riding him. He wants you to do whatever you want. He wants you to use his dick to make yourself cum ten times over, if that’s what you’d like.

“Yeah, fuck, come fuck me,” Kai begs just as breathlessly. He places his hands on your hips while you position his tip to your entrance. You have fun with it, sliding the head of his cock through your folds until Kai starts whining.

You grab his face so he’ll look at you when you start sinking down on him, and the eye contact is so intense, but Kai doesn’t dare look away. He lets you dip two fingers past his lips, and he sucks them diligently, moaning around them when you sink down on his cock all the way.

You grind against him, slow and sensual, while Kai swirls his tongue around your digits. He wants you to feel his devotion. He wants his love to be so apparent that you could never doubt it. His insides are lit aflame with desire, a need to be claimed by you. You don’t know it, but you’ve carved your name into his soul. He’s eternally yours.

“I love you,” you whisper. You put your body to work, keeping all the passion and sensuality in the moment as you start riding him. Kai gasps, and you pull your fingers from his mouth, bringing them to your own to suck his saliva off of them. The act is so dirty, but it makes Kai’s dick twitch inside you.

“I love you too,” he whimpers. You take your saliva-coated fingers to your clit and rub it as you hasten the pace of your hips. His hands find your tits, squeezing the flesh and thumbing at your nipples. Your mouth drops open, and your eyes fall to Kai’s lips. He smiles as he leans in, kissing you and capturing all your moans.

He holds onto your hip so he can buck up into you, trying to get you both to your orgasms. “Cum with me,” you breathe into his mouth. You don’t have to tell him twice.

He bottoms out and releases inside you, cock twitching as his seed spurts out. You’re cumming right along with him, legs trembling and hands clutching onto Kai to keep yourself up. He watches your stomach tense up as you ride out your high. You’re the hottest sight to be seen.

Kai feels euphoric, like the world has blessed him to be the luckiest man on earth. The happiness bubbling inside him makes him feel like he could explode. He’s all giggles and stupid little smiles, peppering your face with kisses.

“I can’t believe this is real. Tell me I’m not dreaming,” he says, staring at you like you’re something precious.

“This didn’t feel real to you?” you ask, rolling your hips over him. He’s sensitive, and the motion makes him jolt. You laugh and pull yourself off of him.

“I’m ridiculously in love with you. I wish I had the words to tell you how much,” Kai professes.

“What a shame. I would’ve loved to hear it.” You peck the tip of his nose.

If that’s a challenge to get Kai to try, he gladly accepts. “I never believed in destiny until I fell in love with you. I don’t think a love this strong existed anywhere else, I think I’m the first person to love someone this hard.”

Kai will dedicate his every next breath to you. He’s yearned and longed for years, with a force much stronger than a human heart has. Feelings like this are bigger than life itself; they’re bigger than celestial bodies, bigger than metaphysical concepts. Feelings like this haven’t yet been given words to describe them.

He feels like a winner when he sees you fluster at his words—getting you to blush is not an easy feat. You look away shyly, but your lips are tilted up in a cute smile.

“Well, I love you too,” you say. Kai doesn’t need the fancy words from you; this much is more than enough. He steals a kiss from you once more.

Kai doesn’t forget to call Yeonjun when he gets the chance, figuring he should still have a word with him. It goes to voicemail. That’s fine. He leaves a very kind message for his friend to find when he decides to check his phone.

“You’re seriously the worst. You’re unbelievable. Call me back when you can, you’re gonna want to hear this.”

notes: ahhhhhh what do we think?? 🙈🙈 i’m issuing a formal apology to the one direction fans and haters who had to sit through the 1d bit. extra apology to niall girls. i also apologize to the bowling community. contrary to what this fic may imply i really do respect you guys. lmfao i hope you enjoyed this! always happy to hear ur thoughts :)

taglist: @dawngyu @fancypeacepersona @hyukarma @kveclair @mental-hollows @moaadiry 🤍

#txt x reader #huening kai x reader #txt smut #huening kai smut #txt fic #huening kai fic #txt hard hours #huening kai hard hours

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v00do-d0ll · 5 months ago

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I just had a idea for a prompt for a Superbat fic. One of my favorite things I have a headcanon for in Batman stories is Bruce’s emotions being so much that he can’t help but have them show in a moment of panic.

And this is not really a trope you can find in Batman fics because Bruce is so trained to not panic in stressful situations.

But I was just thinking like what if there was a fic, where Bruce and Clark are dating in secret and nobody knows not even the kids; and there’s this huge fight that everybody is hands on deck for. The Justice League is there, the Teen Titans are there, and so are all of Bruce and Clark’s kids.

And something happens to Clark to where he’s down and he’s injured badly, and the sun is not helping him at that moment. (It could be because it’s cloudy, Something covering the sun, or he’s just so badly injured and there’s enough kryptonite around to keep him from healing)

And while Clark is down, they managed to defeat or subdue the villain. Afterwards everybody runs over to Clark who’s bleeding out. And Bruce is the first one there and he’s trying his hardest to help him. He’s putting pressure over a wound that’s bleeding profusely. And he’s frantically talking to Clark because he knows it’s bad this time.

And everybody’s surrounding them, and there are a few others also trying to help Clark. But something happens and Clark’s heart stops. For a moment nobody moves, nobody even breathes. Until Bruce absolutely loses it.

He’s screams so loud that it makes everybody jump, and it’s such a scream that you could hear the desperate plea in it. He’s frantically giving Clark CPR while crying, Screaming “No, no, no! Clark come on don’t leave me” “Please don’t leave me.” “I can’t do this without you.” “You promised me you’d stay.” “I CAN’T take another death! Please!”

And everybody’s watching in stunned silence over how badly Bruce is freaking out. Because Bruce never freaks out. He’s always calm and collected. He’s the first person people turn to in situations like this one. But he’s hyperventilating. Tears are coming out from underneath his mask. His voice is going horse from the scream he let out. And nobody knows what to do for him.

The kids are all crying or on the verge, and seeing their father or mentor break down scares them even more. Because if Bruce is this panicked they know it’s probably over, and they don’t know what to do with that information. Dick is holding Damien and Jason against him. Tim and Kon are holding onto each other. John is clutching Damiens hand. Cass, Steph and Duke are motionless. The last time Bruce was like this was when Jason died, but the only person that saw him in that state was Clark.

But after a minute; which felt like an eternity. Clark takes a breath and opens his eyes.(They didn’t notice that the clouds had uncovered the sun slightly and Clark had started to slowly heal), Bruce throws himself at him. Sobbing even harder than before. He pulls off the cowl and puts his ear down to Clark’s chest to make sure he can hear his heartbeat. When he looks up, Clark is already staring at him. And he can’t take it, that was the closest call they’d ever had. He throws himself at Kal and kisses him right there.

Everyone gasps. Bruce desperately holding onto Clark as he kisses him with so much love and desperation. It’s the type of kiss that says “I love you, please don’t ever scare me like that again.” When they pull apart, Clark is the first one to look at everyone around them. He’s looking at everyone’s shocked faces. From the Justice League to their children. He doesn’t know what to say, because Bruce is still holding onto him.

Bruce takes that moment to recompose himself. He turns his head towards everybody and assesses the damage. He pulls his cowl back on, and says “I’m taking Clark to the med bay.” He helps Clark up and they leave together. And if Bruce is holding onto Clark a little tighter than he needs to, that’s nobody’s business.

Once they’re gone, everybody turns towards each other with complete shock on their faces ,still overwhelmed by what just happened and the revelation about their teammates and fathers. Everyone looking at each other silently asking the question “Did anybody know?” From the looks on everyone’s faces, nobody did.

Dick looks around to his family “We… we should go check on them” he says softly still in shock. Dragging Damien, John and Jason over to the Bat-plane. The rest of the team following in complete silence, As it finally hits them that Bruce and Clark are much more than friends and it seems that they’ve been that way for a while.

#bruce wyane #clark kent #batman #superman #superbat #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne is a good dad #good dad bruce wayne #clark kent loves bruce wayne #bruce wayne loves clark kent #batdad #justice league #teen titans #dc universe #dcu

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lyjen · 1 year ago

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Summary: Evan’s wife is an Elementary school teacher, but when a shooter enters the school and starts shooting at teachers, (Y/n) is the first person to help. Evan gets worried as his wife doesn’t pick up her phone, but as soon as the shooting reaches the news Evan is desperate to find out where she is.

Request by: anonymous - The request

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Taglist: @oliviah-25 @shauna-carsley

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“So I want you to both be thinking about it. Put those two brains together, I want you to solve it and be able to explain how you solved it” (Y/n) finished her math instruction. “I’m going to give you two minutes to try and solve this question, you’re ready?” Her voice sounded through the classroom as she clicked on start on the timer which was displayed on the screen.

(Y/n) was an elementary school teacher, she teaches the fifth grade to be specific. She has her own classroom, a teacher assistant intern, and a really good bond with her students. She loves her job, she really does. There’s nothing in the world she’d rather be doing than working with children. Her husband, on the other hand, loved being a firefighter. It was his life, and in his words: he wouldn’t know where he’d be if he never started the fire academy.

When one of the kids asked her if she had a boyfriend, she told them she was married to a firefighter. The students were so enthusiastic and full of questions, so she decided to take the kids to the firehouse one day, to teach them about firefighters, dispatch and everything Bobby had to tell.

“Okay, so some of you came up with an answer and a solution.” She speaks to the group as she holds up her hand, motioning to the kids who were ready to throw their answer to her head, to hold up their hands. “Do we have a volunteer to tell us what answer they got and how they got it?” multiple hands had gone up into the air, but those hands quickly were put down when loud screams sounded through the hallways.

But it was the gunshot that went off after that which caught her attention the most. Her eyes shot towards her teacher assistant Katy, who was sitting at the desk grading some homework as she immediately dropped the pen. Katy’s eyes went wide when she realized what was happening while multiple gasps from the students filled the silence in the room.The gunshot sent a shiver down (Y/n)’s whole body, as she remembered the three words: Run, hide, fight.

That was the protocol. Run if you can, hide if you can not evacuate safely and fight if your life is in danger.

“Everyone. Hide underneath your desks” She said softly as she tried to stay as calm as she possibly could.

The students all get off their seats and follow their teachers instructions as Katy runs off to the windows and closes the blinds. Meanwhile (Y/n) gets the remote for the screen and quickly shuts it off and runs towards the lightswitch to turn it off.

“Katy, help me move this” she says as she tries to push a mid-high bookcase in front of the door to barricade it. Katy quickly moves towards (Y/n) and helps her move the cabinet, so no one would be able to get in or out of the classroom.

When the cabinet was on the right spot, (Y/n) made her way towards the kids to make sure they were okay.

“You’re okay, we’re going to be fine” (Y/n) whispered softly to one of the students who was having a breakdown. She took place on the ground and folded her legs over each other, and she rubbed her hands over the kid’s upper arm, as a sign that she was there. They were not alone.

She let her fingers wipe away the tears of the girl’s cheeks and tried to hush her. She didn’t want to draw any attention. The girl almost started hyperventilating because she was that scared. “Amelia I need you to take slow deep breaths” (Y/n) whispered almost inaudibly. The girl nodded her head as she tried to copy her teacher’s breathing pattern. “Good, through your nose and out through the mouth” (Y/n) complimented her.

Huddled up with some kids to her side, (Y/n) tried her best to calm down the kids who were having a hard time to deal with the situation. Students around her were silently crying, while they were comforting themselves and each other.

There was an ear deafening silence floating through the classroom. They could practically hear the clock on the wall, ticking after each minute that had gone by.

With every footstep she heard on the hallway outside of the classroom, (Y/n)’s heart would skip a beat. There could be children running for their lives, other teachers or the shooter choosing their next victim.

After minutes, maybe even an hour of sitting in silence, a high pitched yelp sounds through the walls of her classroom. But that scream gets cut off by a sudden gunshot. More gasps and sobs sound softly through the classroom. With wide eyes (Y/n) tries to focus on the sound of the hallway.

“No. No, what are you going to do?!” Katy’s voice whispered desperately as (Y/n) crouched down and made her way towards the door of her classroom. The assistant crawled her way towards (Y/n), who was down at the door. Looking through the little gap between the window of the door and the bookcase.

(Y/n) glances through the window and spots a fellow teacher, down on the ground while a puddle of blood is being created underneath her. “Don’t be a hero” Katy says as softly as she possibly could.

She turned her head at Katy, “She’s hurt and needs help, I can’t just leave her to..” she shrugged her shoulders, she couldn’t say die. Not with her kids around, not when they were already traumatized enough by the sounds “You know..” she continued as she shrugged her shoulders.

She couldn’t do nothing. That was not who she was.

“But the shooter is still out there.” Katy says as she desperately starts to look around her. “That’s why I need you to stay here and keep them safe” (Y/n) whispered as she pointed out at her class. Katy shook her head with a frightened look in her eyes “No.. I can’t do that” Katy sighed as she looked at the kids.

“It wasn’t a question Katy, stay here and keep them safe. Close the door behind me” She repeated one more time as she looked at her over the shoulder.

With both her hands she moved the bookcase on one end a little backwards so she was able to squeeze through the gap of the door. Her hand reached for the lever of the door, as she as silently as possible pulled the lever down and squeezed her body through the door. (Y/n) could hear the door close behind her.

Still crouching, she made her way towards her colleague and let her knees drop to the ground when she reached her. “You’re gonna be okay” she said, barely inaudible as she made eye contact with her. The teacher had lost a lot of blood, the puddle was becoming bigger with the second.

The female teacher had been shot in the chest. (Y/n) went with her first instinct, putting pressure on the wound. Without thinking, she pressed her bare hands onto the chest of the woman. The woman winced and hissed at the pain that was being pushed onto her gunshot wound. “I know it hurts, but you have to stay with me okay?” (Y/n) said as her eyes wandered from the wound to the woman’s eyes.

She was on the edge of passing out. (Y/n) could tell. The woman was blinking so fast, and she looked exhausted. “Shit” (Y/n) cursed as the eyes of the woman rolled to the back of her head. Quickly she pressed two fingers of her right hand into the skin of the neck to see if she had a pulse.

Her heart was still beating, which meant she just had to put pressure onto the wound. So the heart would have enough blood to pump around.

But then the feeling of a cold metal getting pressed onto her skin spreads a shiver down her entire body. Her mouth suddenly went dry and her heart was pounding in her chest, as if it was trying to break free from her chest.

(Y/n) was frozen in her position, hovering over the woman. Putting pressure to the wound which was still trying to bleed through the small gaps between her fingers..

“Let go” the sound of a low male voice said.

She swallowed, as she felt the metal being pushed, deeper into her skin. She slightly shook her head, “You don’t have to do this” she slowly said as she kept as still as possible. “I do, everyone in this building has to pay for what they did for me.”

A click sounded. He reloaded his gun. Just one click away from a bullet inside of her head.

“I get it.” her voice said as she felt her breathing become faster because of the adrenaline. “When they don’t see you. And no one is there to help.” She squeezed her eyes closed at the pressure of the gun that was being pushed into the side of her forehead.

“Shut. Up.” His voice hissed at (Y/n).

Tears were falling down her face as she tried to keep enough pressure on the wound of the woman. “Struggling every single day of your life, trying to find a reason to be here”

“I said shut up!” he yelled as he fired a warning shot into the concrete walls of the hallway.

She flinched at the sudden gunshot. But she didn’t stop. She didn’t give up. She needed to try, and enter his mind. Try to talk him out of it, or buy herself more time. “The bucket will fill itself with more and more water everyday. And one day, that bucket will overflow.” She tried to remain strong as her voice became more trembling by every word she spoke.

The man pushes the gun once again into her skin, the muzzle still a little warm because of the bullet that popped out a few seconds ago. A click sounds as he reloads another bullet. “And you’ll realize that you’ve been drowning.. and if there’s no one to reach out their hand...” she squeezed her eyes shut as she remained silent for a second and another tear escaped the corner of her eye.

Multiple gunshots sounded through the hallway of the school as the gun, which the shooter was holding against her head fell down to the ground together with the body of the shooter.

A gasp left her mouth as the bullets whooshed along her ears. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the body of the shooter lying behind her on his back. Lifeless.

Everything that was happening was moving in slow motion. When she looked in front of her she could see multiple swat soldiers entering the hallway with their guns pointed towards the man behind her.

“Suspect is down” one of the soldiers said into their radio’s as they made their way towards (Y/n) and the shooter.

With two paramedics following the soldiers, the paramedics kneeled down next to the female teacher which (Y/n) tried to save her life. The paramedics put down their medic bags beside them and zipped the bag open as they grabbed some gauze.

“You can let go now. We’ve got her.” the male paramedic said as he tried to get her attention by putting his hand onto her shoulder. (Y/n) was still in shock. How did she survive this? Why didn’t he just shoot her when he had the chance? Why listen to her words?

“Sorry” she said as she got back to earth. She slowly retreated her hands back to her own body as the paramedic quickly pressed the gauze down onto the wound. (Y/n) slightly flinched as she felt a hand curling around her bicep, pulling her up to her feet and escorting her down the hall to the open world. She let them. She was too shaken up to try and fight or ask questions.

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“Hi this is (Y/n)’s phone, please leave a message after the tone!” Her voice sounded through the speaker of Evan’s phone as he ended the call before the tone could ring into his ear.

A sigh leaves Evan’s mouth as he continues to send her a text, asking her to call him back when she can.

Hen walks into the kitchen when a frown morphed onto her face. “Hey you okay?” She asked when she noticed Evan’s slightly worried face that was focussed on his phone.

Evan clicks on the send button as he slips his phone back into his pocket, and he curls his fingers around the glass of water he had made.

“I’m fine..” he sighs as he leans with his forearms onto the kitchen counter. “I have just tried to call (Y/n) multiple times but she doesn’t answer. Normally she would’ve called me back by now”

They called everyday, especially when Evan was on shift. She would call him after school had come to an end and all kids had left the classroom.

“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” Evan laughed at himself as he shook his head. He sounded like he was going insane. As if he couldn’t live without her. But it was a routine, so when that routine gets interrupted, it feels weird.

Normally Evan was the one to not pick up, when he was on a call. But he always called her back when they were back at the firehouse. Sometimes it could take hours, but it could also be minutes. It depended on the call of course.

“No not at all.. I’m sure she will call you back, maybe she’s talking to a parent or she’s just busy.” Hen touches Evan’s upper arm as she tries to reassure him that his wife is okay.

“Yeah, you’re right..” Evan pushed himself off the kitchen counter, he grabbed his glass and walked towards the sofas. “Maybe I’m being a little bit paranoid, she’s fine..” Evan glances at Hen who gives him a nod and a pat on his shoulder.

“Turn the volume up” Eddie says as Chimney grabs the remote and quickly turns up the volume by pressing down on the button.

“We just confirmed that about two hours ago, there has been a school shooting here in Los Angeles. The remarkable thing is that the school where this happened, was an elementary school”

“Jesus” Eddie sighs.

“The police have confirmed that after about an hour and a half after the shooter had fired the first bullet, they shot down the shooter. The name of the school where this happened is the Great Oak Elementary School. Parents are arriving at the school now to pick up their kids. There’s one wounded teacher and two casualties, both were working at the school.”

“That’s horrible. Imagine you see this on the news and you have to pick up your traumatized child.” Hen says as she continues to listen to the tv.

“Can’t imagine what that must feel like” Eddie’s voice sounds through the room.

Evan was intensely thinking. Why was that name so familiar? What was it about that school that made him think that he had a connection to it? He didn’t have any kids, at least not yet. “Wait what school did they say?” Evan double checked the name with his team, to see if he heard them correctly.

“I think it was Great Oak Elementary School” Chimney says as he focuses again onto the television screen.

Evan’s heart dropped in his chest. As soon as he heard that name fall off the lips of his colleague's mouth, it felt like all of the air he had in his lungs was getting pushed out. Everything's coming together now.

It was the school his wife worked for.

“But why even an elementary school, not that any school would’ve been any better or different. But we’re talking about ages 5 to 10 years old. Those children are going to be scarred for life” Eddie’s dull voice sounded over the loft into Evan’s ears.

No texts, no calls, nothing.

Evan’s hearing is dull, everything is still continuing on the back of his mind but his brain is working over hours now. Making up all different kinds of scenarios of what could’ve happened in that school. “Wow Buck, you alright?” Another dull voice rang through his ears.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, he flinched at the sudden touch and his eyes connected with Hen’s as he turned his head towards her. A frightened look was spread over his face as he tried to control his breathing.

He looked down to his feet, which were suddenly wet and cold. He realizes he had dropped his glass of water down to the ground. His boots are now soaking wet, with the water dripping down his pipes. But that was the last thing he was worried about right now.

His brain filled with all different kinds of scenarios were running through his mind. “(Y/n)” he mumbled through his panicked breaths as he tried to look at Hen, who was still pressing her hand onto his shoulder while her other hand was curled around his upper arm.

“Oh no..” Hen said as he puzzled the pieces together. Finally realizing what was happening and what Evan meant.

Bobby’s voice sounded through the space as he stepped onto the loft “What’s happening?”

“There has been a school shooting at Great Oaks Elementary. The school where Buck’s wife works” Hen quickly explained to Bobby as she held her grip onto Evan’s upper arm.

Evan’s eyes that were full of worry wandered towards his captain's eyes who was coming closer towards him every second. “She isn’t answering any of my calls or texts. And I’m not waiting for the hospital to call me and tell me that she’s..” Evan sighs at the worst case scenario that was in his mind.

“Please Bobby. I need to go. I need to see for myself if she’s okay.” Evan’s broken voice sounded.

“Look Buck, I get it. But you don’t have to do this on your own. We’re coming with you, whether you like it or not. (Y/n) is our family too.” Bobby says as he softly squeezed Evan’s shoulder. A small smile spread across Evan’s face as those words left Bobby’s mouth.

“Let’s go and find (Y/n)” Bobby says as he patted his hand onto Evan’s shoulder as a sign to go.

“What do you mean she isn’t here?” Evan says after Athena finished her conclusion. “I just told you, every teacher that was here on school grounds during the shooting has been checked by paramedics, and are now sitting in a room. They’re getting the information they need if they want help. But I’ve seen every teacher in that room, and she wasn’t there Buck, only her teaching assistant Katy.” Athena continues her explanation.

“Well, have you asked Katy if she knows anything about the whereabouts of my wife?” Evan asks, maybe a little annoyed. “No, not yet. I’m waiting for the professionals to finish their job. And after that, I’ll see if Katy is willing to talk” She calmly answers Evan’s question.

“How long is that gonna take?” Evan sighs as he puts his hands on his hips. He’s losing his patience. This is taking too long. “I’m sure they’re almost done, this should only take a few more minutes” Athena reassured him.

“I don’t have time for this.. what if Katy doesn’t know where she is? This might lead to a dead end.” Evan tries to stop himself from panicking, as he rushes a hand through his short curly hair. He had to do something. He couldn’t just stand there and wait on a teaching assistant who maybe doesn't have an answer to their questions.

Evan quickly turned around and slid his phone out of his pocket. He had to try it, at least one more time. He clicks on the green icon and clicks on her name, impatiently he presses the phone against his ear. Maybe she did have it with her.. right?

“Buck..” Evan could hear Bobby sigh as he was walking away from his team.

Evan listens to the sound of the phone beeping, trying to connect with the other phone. He was pacing through one of the hallways, silently listening to the beeps of the phone. Evan’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he could hear a ringtone going off from a distance. Was that someone else’s phone or was that the phone he was trying to reach?

The ringtone stopped playing when Evan was being sent to voicemail. He quickly presses the red button, and decides to try and call the phone again.

Once more the same ringtone sounds through the hallway.

Evan follows the sound, making his way through the hallways until after multiple times of calling her phone, he reaches the door of a classroom. The tone sounded loudly through the space of the room.

Evan stepped into the classroom and walked towards the desk where the phone was buzzing. “There you are..” Evan whispered to himself as he grabbed the phone and frowned at the idea of his wife leaving her phone behind. She never leaves her phone behind.

He shoved his own phone into his pocket as he made his way back towards his team who were now talking with a young woman, probably Katy.

“Can we please ask you a few questions?” Evan could hear Athena ask the TA, who nodded at her question. “When was the last time you saw (Y/n)?” Athena continued to ask her. “During the shooting, we were all hiding inside the classroom just like protocol said. And she told me to watch the kids.. she went to help the lady who was shot outside of our classroom. I heard multiple gunshots, when I was alone with the kids. But I haven’t seen her since she told me to watch them.” Katy explains.

Evan could feel his knees trembling, like they were suddenly turning into Jell-o.

“That’s everything I know” Katy says as she shrugs her shoulders. “It’s okay, thank you Katy. If something pops into your mind, give me a call” Athena says as she gives Katy her card with her contact details and Katy walks away.

“Alright, there’s two things we can do. One, we go to the hospital and check if she may be in the ER. Or two, we go check the..-” Athena gets cut off by Evan’s voice.

“Morgue” Evan finished Athena’s sentence and shook his head. “We’re going to the ER of the nearest hospital, she’s not dead. She can’t be.” Evan continued. “Buck.” Bobby’s voice spoke up when Evan wiped his hand against his forehead, as if it helped him to get rid of the thought of his wife being dead. “I refuse to believe that she’s dead, I want to go to the hospital” Evan states as he could hear his own voice trembling.

Evan felt Bobby’s hand landing onto his shoulder. “It’s your decision to make Buck, if you want to go to the hospital, we go to the hospital” Bobby said as he looked into Evan’s eyes again. Evan nodded. He made his decision.

The drive towards the nearest hospital was silent, but when the truck pulled to a stop Evan’s hand reached for the door and he jumped out as fast as he could.

He had waited long enough. He needed his answers now.

Before the rest of his team got out of the truck, Evan had already gone through the glass doors. Evan came to a stop at the nurse station, using his hands as a brake by pressing it against the desk.

“Hi, I’m looking for (Y/n) Buckley” he panted as he focussed on the nurse who was scrolling through the documents of people who had gotten in.

“Evan?” her familiar voice sounds through his ears. His eyes went wide as he heard that voice he had hoped to hear through the phone the first time he called her. He pushed himself off the desk he was leaning on and followed her voice.

“(Y/n)?” he softly said as he looked around him. When his eyes connected with hers, his heart skipped a beat. She was alive. Just like he said.

“Evan” she sighed as she finally saw her husband's face. Evan basically sprinted towards (Y/n) as he heard her broken voice say his name. Her knees were trembling, and were on the edge of giving in. “Hey! Hey! I’m here!” Evan panted as he curled his arms around his wife and she collapsed into his arms.

She was sobbing as soon as she felt his arms curled around her body and she tightened her grip around his body, like he was the only thing to keep her from drowning. He was the hand she had to hold onto. “I’m here” Evan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding this entire time.

He let his hand cup the back of her head and he pressed his lips against her hair.

He slowly pulled back, but his arms remained around her body. He wasn’t letting her go. The hand he had pressed against the back of her head, wandered to her cheek as he wiped away her tears.

“W-what are you doing here? Are you hurt?” he stumbled as he quickly checked her on any wounds. She shook her head as she placed both of her hands down onto his chest. “No, I’m okay” she gasped through her tears.

When Evan’s eyes fell onto her hands, which were now placed on his chest, he noticed her hands which were still covered in dried blood.

He placed his hands over hers as he softly grabbed her hand and started inspecting it. “It isn’t mine” she sighed as she tried to reconnect her eyes with Evan’s, who was focussed on making sure his wife wasn’t hurt.

“Then whose blood is that?” Evan’s voice asked, concerned when his eyes remained on her hands. “T-the woman who had been shot..” she said as she tried to catch her breath. Evan’s eyes furrowed “I helped her..” in the middle of her sentence, she stopped talking. “I kept her alive, even with a gun pointed at my head” she continued.

She could hear the gunshots going off in the back of her mind, the explanation she had just given her husband brought her right back to that place. So much has happened in those few minutes, she barely had time to process everything that happened in such a short time.

Tears were streaming down her face as she was reminded of the incident. “He wanted to shoot me in the head”

“Oh baby..” a loud sigh left his lips as he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. “You did so good” he mumbled against her forehead as he pressed another kiss onto it and pulled his wife back into an embrace.

“I was so scared Evan, I really thought this is it.. that everything I did, was for the last time” (Y/n) sobbed as she locked her arms around his body once again and her head pressed against his broad chest. “But you fought like hell, like I knew you would. You fought for that woman, for the students, yourself and me. You fought your way back to me.” Evan said as he pulled away a little, so her head wouldn’t be touching his chest anymore and he could place both his hands onto her cheeks.

“You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”

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A gasp fell off (Y/n)’s lips as a gunshot roared through the back of her mind. Her eyes were suddenly wide open and her entire body was drenched in sweat. She let her hands fall against her face as she sighed. It was just another dream, a nightmare to be more specific.

It had been weeks since the shooting on the Great Oak Elementary School, but what happened that day, was still haunting her until today.

Falling asleep was a problem at first, the first nights after the incident, she was all wrapped around Evan. Trying to get her to sleep like she was a baby that couldn’t find the right spot to sleep on.

Evan worked twenty four hour shifts, he couldn’t just go home in the middle of shift, in the middle of the night to help his wife to fall asleep at night. So sometimes, (Y/n) wouldn’t sleep at all at night, she would just wait until he came home and the second Evan was home she would doze off.

But now, it’s the constant nightmares she had. Every dream she had wasn’t the same, it’s not like she had the same nightmare over and over again on loop. No, she was having different kinds of scenario’s everytime she closed her eyes.

She let her hands fall down onto the mattress as she glanced at Evan who was peacefully asleep on his side of the bed. (Y/n) threw off the blanket and swung her feet over the side of the bed and grasped the first hoodie she saw lying down on the floor. The hoodie was a little oversized and fell over her bum.

(Y/n) stepped down the stairs of the loft and flicked on the kettle to make some tea. Maybe that would help her calm down. With her back towards the living room, she pressed her elbows down onto the flat surface of the kitchen counter.

She was tired, but couldn’t sleep. Not if she was having these nightmares, everytime she closed her eyes. (Y/n) let her head rest between her hands as she closes her eyes for a second, just to try and let the stress exit her body while the water was boiling.

Evan groaned as he turned around in bed and let his arm find the body of his wife. When his arm connected with the jumpy mattress, he pushed his head off the pillow as a confused frown was spread across his face. He wasn't expecting his arm to find the mattress, he was waiting for his arm to connect with (Y/n)’s body.

He lets his arm swipe along the mattress again to make sure she wasn’t somewhere else on the mattress. Evan turns his body and reaches out to turn on the night lamp on his nightstand. He squeezed his eyes as he tried to adjust his eyes to the bright light on his nightstand and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

Evan swung his legs over the side of the bed as he stood up to make his way downstairs, determined to find his wife. When he silently stepped down the stairs, he smiled at the way she was standing. A Los Angeles Fire Department hoodie to keep her comfortable, her eyes closed as she was leaning on her hands. While the kettle was releasing steam as it was finished boiling.

A groan left her lips as she felt a hand curled around her hip and his chin was leaning on her shoulder. Her hand reached behind her as she tried to find Evan’s arm. “Can’t sleep?” his sleepy voice asked, with his eyes still closed as he was still trying to wake up.

“Yeah” she whispered as she nodded at his question, and she placed her other hand down on his cheek as he was still leaning with his chin onto her shoulder.

“Still having those nightmares huh?” He asked her as he pressed a kiss on the palm of her hand that was resting on his face.

“Yeah, what’s new..” she sighed, she had the feeling those nightmares weren’t going away anytime soon anyways. She grabbed a cup from the upper cabinet, placed it onto the counter and started to pour water from the kettle into it.

When the cup was full enough, she placed the kettle back. “Evan?” Her soft voice sounded raspy.

“Hmm?” Evan hummed as he slightly opened his eyes to check on his wife. His arm was still wrapped around her, curved around her hip. She swallowed loudly.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this..” she whispered as she placed both of her hands flat against the counter as she stared right in front of her.

Evan’s hand started to come loose from her hip, as he let his lower back fall against the kitchen island, which was placed on the other side of the kitchen counter (Y/n) was making her tea on.

He folded his arms over each other as he leaned against the kitchen cabinets. “You mean the nightmares, right?” Evan needed a confirmation that he knew she was talking about.

She felt Evan leaving her side. But she couldn’t look at him without breaking down. So she remained standing with her back towards Evan. “No.. I meant, being a teacher.” She said as she started to make circles with her finger onto the kitchen counter.

“What? What do you mean? You love being a teacher” Evan said as he tried to make eye contact again. But she wouldn’t turn around.

She shook her head as she sighed, trying to keep her tears from falling down. “That was before this all happened. You know how exhausting it is to be wary of every single thing around you?” she sniffled as she turned her face towards the ceiling, trying everything in her power to not show her tears, or show her fear.

With her sleeves falling over her hands, she wiped the small tears away that had started rolling down her cheeks. “Every time before I even enter the school my throat goes dry, I start sweating and I can’t stop myself from shaking” she tried to say through her tears and sobs.

She turned her body, and let herself slide against the kitchen doors, dropping to the ground as she cried even harder. “I’m sick and tired of flinching at every sudden sound I hear. I can’t sleep, because any time when I close my eyes, even if it’s just for one silly second, I’m there again. With a gun against my head.” she confessed.

(Y/n) let the back of her head lean against the kitchen cabinet as she felt Evan coming closer, while she looked at the ceiling again. Trying to get rid of the tears that showed her biggest fears and weaknesses. “I can’t do this anymore Evan” she sobbed as she pressed her palms against her face. All she wanted to do was hide.

It feels like she’s drowning, drowning into her own fear and tears. The fear is over taking her like waves of the ocean, if no one would reach out that hand to help her.. she might drown.

“No.. you’re scared. And I get your reaction, but we don’t always make the best decisions when we’re operating out of fear” Evan spoke up as he curled his arm around her knee.

A sigh leaves Evan’s mouth as he tries to think of the right thing to say. “I know how hard it is to get over something so traumatizing, that you don’t know what you’re doing it for no more” he said as he tightened his arm around her knee. “But what happened could have happened anywhere. At the grocery store, in our own home, hell even at the fire station” Evan continued as he tried to get her attention, but she was too emotional to make eye contact.

She could hear every word he said, every breath he took, every moment of silence he needed, to think of what he was going to say next.

“So I need you to stop saying that you can’t do this. Because I know you can. You’re one of the strongest women I know. And I’m so proud to call you my wife. But right now, I need you to grab my hand and trust me when I say that we’ll figure this out.” tears were starting to well in Evan’s eyes as he quickly wiped his finger underneath his eyes to get rid of the tears he felt, as they were about to roll over his cheeks.

Evan loosened his grip around her knee as he reached out his hand, with his palm faced towards the ceiling. “We do this together, just like we did all the times I got hurt and didn’t know what to do” Evan said as he lowered his head, trying to get her eyes connected with him again.

Silence took over the space they were in.

Evan’s hand was still dangling between her knees as he waited for her attention and answer. “Together?” he asked one more time.

A soft smile made its way onto her face, as she nodded. “Together.” she said determined and placed her hand onto his as Evan sent her a small smile her way.

She had helped him countless times, now it was his turn to help her.

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SO IT GOES - chapter 18

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, angst Wordcount: 4.3K A/C: hey everybody! this will be the last part of the before london section - think of it as book 1. thank you everyone who’s read all of this and been supporting me, i appreciate you endlessly! please send me your thoughts on the chapter or live reactions because i LOVE those so much <333 also thank you for being so patient with me, if you didn’t know my charger broke so i had to write this chapter on my phone lmao. i’m gonna take a teeny break from so it goes to write something else and then get back to it :) i love you guys, thank you for everything <3 i’ve really poured my blood and sweat into this series

Before London

Her world comes crashing down. I can tell because she’s clutching to me as if the past three weeks never happened, hyperventilating. Her face is pressed into my shoulder, my hands holding her like no time ever passed. It took the world ending for her to come back to me. I just wish it didn’t take that much.

“Breathe Izzie,” I comfort her, my own panic subsiding to comfort the girl in my arms. Seeing her fall apart made me want to hold it together. Like I wanted to be the strong one for her.

“Remember, in and out with me,” I whisper, my chest expanding against her as I inhale slowly. She copies me, her breathing more ragged and shaky. Eventually, I feel her calm down. Good. There wasn’t much time to waste.

Pulling back I’m shocked to see how horrified she looks. There’s a tingling on my skin from where she pressed against me. She buries her face into her hands, sighing. “What am I going to do?” She murmurs.

“Hey, not you. We,” I remind her, watching the video one more time before putting my phone down. There was no way to twist this. It’s clearly me and Izara - and according to the comments, everyone else figured it out too.

Yoooooo knew they were together since may nooooo my wife paige come home Omg! Paige is gay?

Izzie is pacing in a small circle, heels clicking against the concrete floor. She’s freaking out. I had never seen her like this - Izzie always had solutions to everyone’s problems. She always knew what to do. It wasn’t easy seeing her this way. I had to figure this out for her sake.

”What are you doing?” She asks teary eyed as I lift my phone to my ear, shushing her gently. I listen to the rhythmic slow beep until a familiar voice answers. My PR agent.

”Hey, sorry to call you outta nowhere. I’m in a bit of a situation.”

”What are you doing?” She whispers, her voice trembling. I simply raise my hand, silencing her. I would never do that normally, but in this situation she allows it.

In a hushed voice I explain the situation to my PR agent while Izzie paces around me, hands thrown over her head. I couldn’t even let myself feel ecstatic over getting her to talk to me again. It was all because this was more serious than I could comprehend.

”What did she say?” Iz asks before I’ve even had the chance to fully hang up.

Taking a deep breath, I meet her gaze. ”She said we gotta assume everyone here has seen it,” I say. Her face twists and her eyes begin to well up. ”Everybody except Linda. We gotta make sure no one tells her.”

”There’s no point she’s probably already seen it,” Iz sighs.

”Linda? On social media in the middle of a work day? Ion think so.”

The girl thinks, looking at the low ceilings of the hallways for a while. ”I guess but what about when she gets home.”

”Ok maybe I’m wrong but Linda doesn’t seem like the type to scroll on TikTok or stan Twitter,” I chuckle hoping to earn at least a smile from her. I don’t.

”I don’t know Paige,” she says. Hearing my name from her lips feels ecstatic. Like I could’ve died right then. ”It’s risky.”

”It’s the only chance you got,” I whisper. I wish it wasn’t true. And I couldn’t help but feel partially responsible for all this. I had been in a mood that day. I should’ve been more clear-headed, less drunk, more sensible. What were we thinking kissing out in the open like that?

”My PR team is gonna get that video down. Even if others are posting it, they’ll make sure we don’t end up on TMZ or something,” I comfort the girl. But she’s barely listening.

”But what about all the people that are reposting that shit?”

”All we can do is report and hope for the best Iz.”

Goosebumps rise on her skin when I say her name. But it doesn’t matter, because she’s nearly hyperventilating again.

”Fuck. Holy fuck,” she whispers more to herself, turning her back on me and pushing her dark waves back anxiously.

”Iz,” I mumble, touching her arm cautiously. She pulls back, turning to me.

”This is all your fault you know,” she says harshly, her voice trembling. ”You were a mess that day. I was just trying to calm you down.”

”Bro,” I chuckle dryly, shaking my head. She hates when I call her that. I’m immediately defensive, the guilt underneath gnawing at me. ”Now maybe I misremember but I’m pretty sure you kissed me.”

”Because you were acting like a bloody lunatic!” She shouts. I hush her, praying to God no one heard the way it echoes around the desolate halls. Izara quiets down, burying her face into her hands again. What are we doing? I know she’s fighting me because she’s completely freaked out.

”We gotta stop screaming and make a plan,” I tell her calmly. She stands there quietly defiant until she realises I’m right. ”I’ll talk to my people, you talk to the media team.”

”What if they don’t listen?” She asks me, a hint of vulnerability shining through her exterior.

”Why wouldn’t they?” I reply, placing a hand on her shoulder. She lets me, despite still avoiding my gaze.

”Everybody loves you Iz, and I mean that. Never heard anyone say a bad thing about you.” It’s true. Every word. She had people on her side so easily.

Finally her green eyes stop scanning the room, landing on mine. They’re still the same, even behind the glossiness of a few tears. Reminiscent of Connecticut. Of the overwhelming vibrancy that I sometimes missed here in Dallas. The feeling when you glanced outside in the summer and your eyes were met with such intense greenery of the trees and the grass that you couldn’t bear to look away. What made it even more beautiful was knowing in only a few months it would all be gone, the view turning from orange to yellow as everything that lived dies, reminding you that everything that was alive and flourishing is there only for a fleeting moment until the pure white cover of snow buries everything that’s dead underneath it. That’s what her eyes were - that short moment, a little piece of home.

”Hey,” I whisper softly. ”Don’t give up just yet.”

Izzie nods slowly, looking straight at me. ”Okay.”

“Hey, Rike,” I call as I jog over, my mind stuck on how Izara’s holding up.

I had been circling around College Park for what felt like hours - though it hadn’t even been 40 minutes. Izzie had taken a cab to the office to explain our situation to the marketing team, and anyone we hadn’t thought of. I hadn’t heard of her ever since she left, which was making me nervous, on top of the uncomfortable bubbling in my stomach.

”I was just looking for you,” Arike replies as her eyes widen.

”Me too. Hey uh, to ask but,” I mumble, scratching the back of my head. I hated asking for favors. ”Could you talk to the team-”

”Already done,” she says. ”And the practice player, coaching staff too.”

I always knew Arike had my back. But not like this. She had truly become my sister, and this was proof.

”They all love you two. No one’s gonna say shit,” she comforts me, patting my shoulder.

”Thanks bro,” I smile, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe we could pull this off. No one’s gonna tell.

”Course,” she shrugs easily. ”You know I got you. You’re family, both of y’all.”

My heart’s pounding in my chest, each beat like something trying to claw itself out of me. slamming my sternum painfully. Deep breaths, slow down, I remind myself, imagining the weight of Paige pressed against me. It felt almost good enough to make me forget about everything, almost.

I tie my hair up clumsily, my waves overstimulating me. The office seems eerily desolate, having me walk around for a while until I run into Ava, her blonde hair recognisable anywhere.

”Ava,” I sigh, relieved, hurrying to her. I wish I hadn’t worn heels today, my feet already aching. I hadn’t anticipated all this running around.

”Zari! I thought you were in College Park-”

”Can we sit down? Please?” I ask abruptly, interrupting her. She’s surprised by the seriousness in my voice and it shows in her face.

”Of course, what’s up?”

I lead us into an empty office room, pulling out a chair for her. I’m far too nervous to sit down myself.

”Have you seen it?” I ask carefully, looking at the carpeted floor. I can’t believe I was in this situation. Of all people. The sensible, careful Izara. I swear I’ll never be careless again.

There’s a confused look on Ava’s freckled face. ”Seen what?”

Shit. Sighing I dig my phone out of my purse, my ears burning with embarrassment. I look for shock or surprise but to my confusion, Ava watches the video, expressionless.

”Caleb owes me 20 bucks,” she chuckles, handing the phone back.

”Huh?”

She giggles. ”We had a bet, I knew there was something going on with y’all.”

Of course. Like it was ever really a secret. I feel so stupid. Who was I kidding thinking we could keep this on the low.

”Right well,” I mumble, my cheeks turning hot. ”Well it’s everywhere. And I really, really can not let this get to-”

”- Linda,” Ava finishes my sentence, picking up on my concern.

”Yeah,” I nod. ”I just, I know it doesn’t make it better but it’s not just messing around. I really care about her and I know I’m asking for a lot but-”

”Zari. I’m not telling nobody,” she comforts me. ”And I’ll make sure no one else does. If it’s up to me Linda will never see that, okay?”

I nod, relieved.

”I’ll also make sure those posts of the video get taken down okay?” Ava smiles, wrapping an arm around me and patting my back. She’s the one managing the algorithms and viewership so her help will be everything.

”Oh my goodness you’re shaking,” she comforts me. I notice the trembling of my legs that are indeed weak, barely holding me upright.

”It’s pretty stressful,” I chuckle coldly, my eyes burning as I hold back tears. Suddenly, the sound of my phone vibrating against the table makes me jump. It’s Paige.

“Hey,” I answer. The rumbling of traffic comes through before her voice.

“Hey, I’m driving over. All good at College Park.”

“Here too,” I say, smiling bye to Ava as she leaves me to talk with the blond. “Just gotta wait for the PR team to get out of their meeting.”

“You tell Trey yet?” She asks. Oh shit. Trey.

“I haven’t seen him,” I admit. A moment of silence falls upon us.

“I’mma be there in like 10 minutes okay?”

“Paige,” I start, feeling a throbbing ache in my shoulder. “It’s okay, you don’t need to come here.”

The line goes silent, the quiet hum of the road and traffic coming through.

“You don’t want me to?”

Reaching over to my neck I massage the tension but it doesn’t go away. Is that really what I want? Why is it so hard to figure it out?

“No, I need you here,” I finally accept. Despite the tension and the mess between us it was clear that I needed her. That her presence made everything better. That’s just what Paige is like. She brings the sun with her wherever she goes.

I’m picking at my skin when the blonde emerges into the empty office lobby, holding two cups. She looks surprisingly serene considering - though it wasn’t her job that was on the line.

“What’s this?” I ask as she hands one of the cups to me. It feels warm against my skin.

“Coffee, black,” she says absentmindedly, taking a seat in the chair next to mine, taking a sip of the frappucino she got for herself.

I do the same, feeling the warm bitter taste fill my mouth. It’s just how I liked it. My heart throbs. Mind overflowing with the memories of our little habit. Of Paige getting up half an hour earlier than she needed just to go pick up some coffee for me on the way to work.

”Better?” Paige asks, sprawled comfortably next to me. I can feel the heat of her thigh tingling against mine but I can’t be bothered to move, or to pretend like I didn’t need her. I felt myself fantasizing about some reality where Linda would understand. Where me and the blonde could just be together. No complications, no excuses, no goddamn hiding. It would be so much easier to let myself fall in love with her in a reality like that.

”Much better,” I mumble. ”Thanks.”

”It’s just a coffee Iz,” she murmurs, shrugging it off.

”No,” I shake my head. ”You don’t have to be doing this. You could easily just leave me to handle it myself. But you didn’t.”

My eyes meet hers, blue and vibrant like the ocean.

She shakes her head, brows furrowing gently. ”I wouldn’t do that,” she whispers. ”It’s half my fault… Okay a lil more than a half.”

She chuckles a little looking at her feet. ”For what it’s worth I am sorry for that night.”

Paige looks regretful, playing with her bracelet.

”Me too.”

A throbbing ache runs along my spine to my shoulderblades, the tightness making it hard to breathe. Absent-mindedly my hand shoots to my neck, pressing and rubbing. Paige glances at me.

”Your shoulders again?” She asks. Honestly the only time in my life they hadn’t bothered me was probably when Paige would give me daily massages. Something about her got me to finally relax.

”Again,” I chuckle awkwardly. Without hesitation Paige’s warm and familiar hands replace mine, massaging the knot out of my shoulderblade. My body melts, the tension easing in my face and neck.

”Thank you,” I hum, letting my eyelids close. Pretending just for a moment that we were us again.

”That’s funny,” Paige says smiling, ”You sound more British again.”

I smile too, her fingers now pressing down on the nape of my neck. ”I suppose. It’s probably because I haven’t been around you.”

Sounds of steps stop us, Paige pulling away as two people from marketing walk by, smiling at us knowingly as they greet us. Sighing, I lean back in the chair and rub my forehead.

”It’s like everyone’s watching us,” I mumble quietly.

”Guess I’m used to it,” Paige replies. She’s right, it’s only new to me. Somehow she’s been handling this since high school.

”Did you um, get the chocolate?” She asks, fiddling with the hem of her black shorts.

”Yeah,” I hum, thinking of the note attached to it. I felt completely stuck between two roads, not sure which one to take. On the other hand nothing about us made sense. But still I wanted her more than anything. I couldn’t imagine ever being able to want anyone like I want her.

It was like my entire life had been split into two - the time before Paige and the time after. Everything before felt irrelevant. She had come into my life with a crash, when I most needed her but didn’t know I did. She had irrevocably changed me. I don’t know how I could go back to before.

”It was amazing, I can’t believe you remembered,” I continue.

”Course I did,” she huffs, leaning her head on the wall behind us, cracking her knuckles. Terror washes over me. I realise how badly I need our plan to work. Because if it doesn’t I’ll lose her forever.

Paige opens her mouth before closing it, and opening it again.

”I meant what I said, y’know.”

I lift my gaze from my crossed ankles to her, to find her already looking over. She seems hesitant, gathering courage.

”In that note,” she adds, cheeks red. ”I’m not going anywhere.”

I can feel it in the way my heart throbs, the way my eyes burn, the way my eyes are glued on her angular face, the way my slender fingers slide between her’s like a habit I could never break and the way her touch send shivers up my spine - I love her. I do.

Paige’s breathing is shallow, glancing downward to our hands that are locked together. Neither of us have to say it. We both feel it.

The moment I wish would go on forever is cruelly interrupted by the buzzing emerging from the pocket of her shorts. With one hand she digs the phone out, reading the screen grip remaining on mine.

”Shit, I got practice,” she whispers, as to not disrupt the moment. Her voice is hoarse and vulnerable. I wanted to listen to it forever.

”Okay,” I hum, standing up with her. ”I’ll wait for Trey here.”

Paige looks at me once more before enveloping me into her arms, nose buried into my hair and inhaling unashamedly. I do it too, allowing myself to breathe her in. Sandalwood and musk and deodorant.

”It’s all gonna be okay,” she whispers. And I believe her.

Paige kisses my forehead before pulling back, letting go of my hand. Her touch leaves my skin burning. Even before she goes, I already miss her.

”I’ll call you Paige,” I hum softly.

”Okay. I’ll see you later Iz.”

And she walks away, leaving me alone in the hallway.

I’m nearly nodding off in my chair, head lulling back as my eyelids grow heavy. I glance at my phone once more. No text, no call. Just the sent receipt under the tens of texts I had sent Trey. Our one missing link to get this all to be over.

Standing up, I roam around the office, finding Caleb and Ava editing a video for Youtube.

”Hey, have you seen Trey?” I ask, rubbing my face tiredly.

”You lost me 20 bucks,” Caleb jokes, having bet against me and Paige being romantically involved. Ava chuckles.

”It’s not on her if you’re completely blind.”

I wish I had it in me to find this as fun as they did, but I just wanted to finish this and go home.

”Trey? You seen him?” I ask again, ignoring their jokes.

”I think he’s upstairs,” Caleb answers. ”Some sorta meeting.”

Finally. ”Thank you.”

In a rush, I hurry to the elevator, impatiently spamming the button to the upper floor.

“C’mon,” I mutter to myself, ready to get this over with.

Finally the doors slide open. Stepping out into the new floor, I begin to hurry along the corridors when from around a corner Trey emerges, his face buried into his phone nearly bumping into me.

“Trey!” I say with relief. “I’ve been looking for you!”

He looks uneasy, avoiding my gaze. Much like he had ever since I rejected him.

“You know I’ve been texting you too,” I huff lightheartedly, poking his phone.

“I saw,” he murmurs, voice uncharacteristically low and quiet. I chase his gaze, finally catching his brown eyes.

“I need to talk to you,” I say more seriously. Trey bites down on his lower lip, shutting his eyelids and rubbing his face.

“I’m in a hurry okay?”

“It won’t take long,” I tell him, placing a hand on his forearm so he won’t walk away.

“Zari, I gotta go,” he spits, pushing past me. Wow, I knew I hurt him when I rejected his kiss but I didn’t realise his ego was that fragile.

“Seriously?” I ask, annoyed now. “Trey, it's been weeks. Let it go.”

He turns, growing irritated. “Nah, I’m sick of you and your little mind games.”

“Mind games?!” I hiss condescendingly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You been toying with me and Paige ever since you moved here!”

He knows? I glance around before shushing him, praying to God nobody heard. Of course he knows.

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” I whisper angrily.

“I saw your little video.”

Shit. Heart throbbing in my chest I swallow, wanting to crawl into my skin and disappear. Kissing my teeth I look down trying to find the words.

“Look, Trey-“

“Save it. Can’t wait for you to be back in London.”

Hold on. “What?”

I take a step closer to Trey, who’s looking at me heavy lidded.

“You broke the rules Izara,” he says with a low voice.

The realisation hits me like a ton of bricks. No fucking way. Of course. My stomach drops. My pulse thunders in my ears.

“You told her,” I whisper, waves of anger washing over me. It took a lot for me to be enraged - but right now I was livid. I dig my nails into the palms of my hands, nearly drawing bloos.

Trey looks uneasy, eyes flickering away from me. “Rules are rules Izara.”

Tears fill my eyes, welling up by my bottom lashes. I should’ve listened to everyone who hated Trey. Because they were right. He’s disgusting. I truly hate him.

“Don’t act like you care about rules. You did this because you couldn’t handle the fact that I do not have feelings for you,” I hiss, pointing a finger at him. “You’re disgusting.”

The ringing of my phone breaks off my voice, like a bad omen. Trey grins. I want to kill him.

“Must be Linda,” he says before turning and disappearing into the elevator.

My hands shake as I grab my phone - the screen lit up, proving Trey right.

Paige,

Remember that roadtrip we took? Driving with no plan or destination with the windows down, being stuck in that gross hotel, the storm, the night we spent together? I think about that all the time. With anyone else I would’ve been terrified. I’m no good without a plan (Lord knows). But with you I never cared about a plan. You’re so sure, so certain, so comfortable and steady it made it safe to feel out of control sometimes. That’s a gift I’ll carry with me forever. I never had that with anyone.

I never thought this is how my time in Dallas would turn out. Deep inside I want to blame someone. I want to blame Trey, and maybe when you hear about what happened you will too. But we shouldn’t. Because there’s no one to blame but me. I’ve been smart all my life. I should’ve been smarter. But something about you makes it impossible to be smart.

Still, despite everything that happened I don’t regret any of it. This summer has been the best of my life. Getting to know you has been the greatest blessing. I’d never say it to your face, but you’ve taught me more about myself than anyone. I’ve never been loved so well, and I’ll never forget that. But my past is still haunting me. It’s just not our time.

I’m sorry it turned out this way. I know you’ll find someone and make her the happiest girl in the world, like you did me. And I’ll always regret not doing more to make us work. For not telling you how I love you. And I’ll have to live with that.

I hope you find your person who can love you how you deserve. Just know there are no hard feelings with you and me. I think no matter what it wasn’t meant to work. I don’t belong in Texas… but then again does anyone?

I’m sorry. I told you I’m not good at goodbyes.

Yours, Izzie

Reading through the letter one more time, I fold it in half and slide it into Paige’s apartment through the mail slot. For a moment I lean my forehead against the wood panels on the door, as if it’s Paige. But it’s not. And I’ll never lean my forehead on her again. I’ll never look into the blue of her eyes, I’ll never taste her lips.

A tear falls down my cheeks as the elevator takes me to the ground floor for one last time. I bite down on my lower lip to stop it from trembling, watching the driver lift my bags into the trunk.

The cab drives through Dallas, through the neighbourhoods that had once been unfamiliar. Now I know the streets and the weather and the drive-thru barbeque place that has the best ribs. But London was calling me home. There was nothing left for me here anymore.

My heart aches, thinking about the disappointment in Linda’s voice, telling me she had no chance but to let me go. That she expected more of me.

But the ache is nothing compared to what I feel when I think about Paige. My sweet, funny American girl. Her laughter echoes in my head, and I let her linger. My nails dig into my seat, like they did into Paige’s skin.

I wouldn’t forget the summer I spent with Paige Bueckers until the day I die, that I know for certain. She would haunt me for the rest of my life, pieces of her existing in every person I meet. But no one will ever measure up, no one will ever be her. And maybe in another life we’ll grow old and grey together. And that’s the only thought comforting me as the clouds part, the plane circling above Thames, the London Eye and Buckingham Palace when we approach Heathrow.

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crescenthistory · 6 months ago

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would you pretty please do "you can't fool me" with sirius? maybe he had a nightmare? please?

only because you asked so nicely<33

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i will ARGUE for prompt 1 "you can't fool me" with sirius black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: implied past trauma, post-nightmare, established relationship

wc: 0.8k

Sirius' breathing was always different after a nightmare.

He didn't hyperventilate like one might expect he would, he didn't gasp for breath like his lungs were too small. Instead, he breathed in shortly, acutely, through his teeth and not enough, as if he was rationing air. Small breaths that rattled him more than they should as he did his best to remain entirely still.

You, James and Remus gave him grief as often as possible about how unruly he would be in his sleep now, arms and legs everywhere, but you knew that was a good thing. A learnt thing. A matter of safety.

It was when Sirius reverted back to his old ways and became still as a statue that you knew he was aching. It pained you to see – and now that you've gotten used to him taking up space, it was his stillness that woke you above all else.

"Siri? Baby?"

His back was to you, on the very edge of the bed despite there being a large amount of space for him to bask in. You could see his ribs moving rhythmically, shaking but quick and with too long in between.

He didn't respond, but his shoulders tensed, informing you he had heard you. It was as if you could hear his thoughts in your own head, begging you, willing you to go back to sleep.

I’m alright, doll. Please fall asleep again.

You were not one for carrying out disservices to the man you love.

Gently as to not startle him, but loudly enough to not sneak up on him, you sat up in the bed, letting the duvet pool around your stomach. You shimmied over to him so you sat with your thigh pressed to his back and a hand resting on his stomach, looking down onto the side of his face.

Sirius’ eyes were pressed shut, skin wrinkling from the force of it. The ragged, controlled breathing continued.

“My lovely boy,” you whispered, barely a sound. Your hand dragged up and down his side in the way you knew usually helps. Just enough force to ground him.

Sirius made a sound you think was supposed to be a dismissive huff, but his vocal chords were too tense and lungs too empty for it to become more than a quiet grunt. You sunk further down beside him, propped up on your elbow as you carefully carded your fingers through his dark curls, wild and matted with sleep.

“I’m alright,” he eventually forced out, voice hoarse. His eyes were still squeezed shut, body still turned away from you – but he was leaning into the touch of your hands, the first step.

“You can’t fool me, love.”

No judgements, no harshness. You just tried to be a soft figure for him to fall into when ready.

Sirius’ lips tugged up into a small sad smile. They were still twitching somewhat, as if protesting him asserting control over his body again after fear’s coup d'État, but the smile remained.

“I know.” He leaned back into your chest, turning his head ever so slightly so he could open his eyes into tiny slits and look at your sleep-riddled face. “I still try.”

You welcomed his gaze with a much more assured, wide smile. You dared drop your chin the few centimetres to press a kiss to his forehead as you hummed in confirmation. “You can keep trying if you’d like, but I won’t go away.”

Your last words seemed to strike a chord as Sirius hand shot from being tucked beneath his body to find your own. “Please don’t,” he said, hurried while quiet. “Never. That’s not what I actually want.”

Maintaining your calm energy, you kept pressing kisses around his face. “I won’t, I promise. I won’t. I know what you want and need. I can see it on you, sweetheart. Even if you were to ask me, I wouldn’t leave.”

Sirius’ eyes were wide open now, round as ever. He blinked one more time before finally heaving a huge sigh, his lungs seemingly crying from relief. Your fingers dutifully stayed in his hair as he turned around to face you, body naturally curling up against your own.

“You’re too good to me.” He whispered in greeting, burying his face into your bare neck. “Too good.” His words were slurred by the twitching of his lips and now the closeness to his skin, but you felt them in their entirety.

It was odd how Sirius seemed to always mould perfectly against you, a harmonious presence even in his troubledness.

“Not too good,” you murmured into his hair. “Just trying to be good enough.”

Sirius pulled back a little to gaze fondly up at you. “Now who’s fooling who?”

When you kissed him with your smile, you could feel him breathing a bit more normally against you.

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megapteraurelia · 6 months ago

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IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER.

🫧 SUMMARY; — you pulled a muscle during practice, and conventiently, iwaizumi hajime was around to help get off.

🫧 WARNINGS; — graphic smut; unprotected p in v; fingering

🫧 WORD COUNT; — 2976.

🫧 AUTHOR'S NOTE; — uhmmmmmmmm, it's iwaizumi hajime. there you have my reasoning. >_> i have NOT checked over grammar, so super sorry if you find mistakes. you're free to keep 'em, though. also!! this was only supposed to be like a 400 words drabble....ehm heh :3

please let me know what you think! -` ♡ ´-

“iwaizumi-san!”

“stop it!” you hissed quietly, panic bubbling up within you, but she ignored you as she called out to the athletic trainer, currently supervising your volleyball team on this monday, sharing him with several other volleyball teams of all kinds of leagues on the other days.

her voice sounded so innocent, so worried, so fake when in actuality she was bursting at the seams with delight to set you up with the trainer, so you tried again before she was too far for her to hear your whispers full of hysteria, “get back here, immediately, i’m gonna ki— oh shit, shit.”

in tow with your teammate, jogging like only a greek god could do, was iwaizumi hajime. his dark hair was pushed back and tousled up, courtesy of his hand running through it a bunch of times as he stood observing all of you, quietly speaking to your coach. iwaizumi’s eyebrows were drawn over his eyes, and oh, those intense eyes, trained on you. you thought you might as well hyperventilate when he looked at you like that. like he wasn’t just the on-site expert for sport injuries. like he had a reason for his eyes to linger on your form when you played. like his attention was solely on you, drinking in your entire form.

he was kneeled beside you before you could even swallow the saliva that gathered in your mouth to realise it. steadfast hands hovered over your leg, careful not to touch without having your explicit permission, though the warmth radiating from his hands heated up the slight slit of air between your skins.

“what happened?” he murmured, voice a deep rumble in his chest, warm and smooth. the green of his eyes searched yours for an answer to his asked question escaping his lips and the unasked one in the form of his clean nails and gentle fingertips ready to palpate your flesh.

you nodded at him, “i think i moved too suddenly. i didn’t… “ before trailing off, promptly inhaling when his fingers descended and touched your leg, bare skin spouting goosebumps almost immediately at the contact. his hands were warm, pleasant touches yet with enough pressure that you had to suppress a shiver running marathons down your back.

“...warm up properly,” you finished your sentence, gaze wandering over his face: the look of concentration, dark eyebrows framing his light eyes, the striking jaw as he kneed the muscle, gently prodding to find the tender spot.

“mhmm,” he pressed down lightly onto your thigh above your knee, “here?”

“no. higher.”

his fingers were obedient to your voice as they glided up, hands exploring your flesh, and once again, he asked, “closer?”

“no,” you breathed out, teeth finding your lower lip to bite down as your cheeks heated up, “higher still, and more towards the inside.”

iwaizumi hajime’s eyes found yours, and they were strong the way they captured you so easily, the way you could get lost in them. the intensity and presence of his body crouched around you like he could smother you if he wanted, if you wanted, and his eyes pleaded for honesty as he silently asked whether it was alright to touch higher up. you nodded, because it was.

“alright, if you would excuse me,” he said, yet you could swear there was a slight rasp in his voice that wasn’t there before. one that slithered in and took a hold of you, only for you to instinctually lean forward a bit, feeling his chest near your shoulder as the air warmed up.

like a string of butterflies, his hands moved up your thigh, almost at the juncture of your legs, and they slid down, searching your heated flesh for the tender spot, fingertips pressing, his breaths even yet deep, your heart pitter-pattering clumsily, and—

“ah! holy— fuck, that there, it hurts.”

he watched your face contort in pain carefully, his fingers easing up the pressure, yet keeping a hold of your thighs to measure the extent of your muscle strain.

“calm, calm, deep breaths,” he murmured lowly, voice almost like a purr yet the pain at his hands shooting up, “you’re doing well, good girl.”

“good, breathe in,” tears pricked in your eyes at another wave of pain swapping over you and you inhaled deeply, “and out now. i know it hurts, but you’re fantastic. doing a good job, you brave doll, you.”

maybe you were delirious, maybe it was his scent, maybe his touch, maybe the heat pooling in your stomach, but his praising words, praising you, accompanying the pain ignited a deep desire in you, made your legs twitch for something other than agony, and then there were his eyes — making you feel like he liked having his hands on you, like he liked saying those things to you, like he could devour you right then and there. intense, piercing, seeing all of you.

the tip of his rosy tongue poking out quickly to wet his lips as his hands stilled and he softly let go of your leg.

“you should make sure to get proper rest. no overworking yourself, and — “ he fixed you with a long look, one that had your toes curling, that made feelings stir in your chest, that told you there was scolding awaiting you if you didn’t listen; an underlying threat, a warning, a promise,“ — you better not forget to warm up next time. extensively.”

your cheeks reddened in shame, because you knew you should have, “yes, i will, iwaizumi-san.”

he nodded, though hovered right next to you for a moment still as he breathed out, and then he stood up, his shirt stretched wide over his shoulders. he looked down at you, eyes darting all over your form, lingering on your leg with your pulled muscle, over to your face, to your lips.

his hand went through his hair again, the other clenched to a fist “do you have a way to get home?”

innocently, you shook your head.

it surely was a sign of control, the way his fingertips pressed into your knuckles ever so slightly, as he helped you through the door of your apartment. his scent was so close to you, and when you opened your mouth, you could taste his fragrance.

“thank you.”

iwaizumi gingerly let you down on the couch and helped you elevate your leg on the table in front of you, eyes lingering on your shoes that you still wore. with a glance at you, he started untying your laces to pull your shoes off.

the act was intimate; his hands were as warm as his voice was dark, “you should really take it easy.”

“but then i wouldn’t have you taking care of me,” you finally allowed a smile to grace your lips, your hand opening up toward him, and he came closer to you. his chest was firm against your fingers as they slid up to touch his shoulders, his neck, pulling him down to you slightly.

“you don’t have to get injured for that to happen, silly,” he mumbled, distracted, his hands settling on your healthy leg, fingers pressing into the pillow of your flesh, though this time with an underlying heat he hadn’t shown during your practice.

“i didn’t do it on purpose!”

his eyes narrowed and he regarded you professionally, in the way it always turned you on when he did; his voice a snarl as he got into your face, “how often have i told you to not just dive into gameplay without making sure your muscles are all ready to go, huh? you’re asking for—”

you sank your teeth into his lower lip.

his eyes seemingly darkened with desire, and he abandoned holding you at arm’s length within the second your mouth met his. tongues laced together, intertwined in a maze of delight, the rough pink muscle pushing down on yours, dominating the whole of your mouth; only a matter of time until you were nothing but a puddle of nothingness at his feet, ready to do everything he wanted.

he growled your name into your mouth, gasping for air, pulling you in again, because how could he ever get enough of you?

the way you tasted, your carelessness igniting an anger in him that spurred him on to teach you a lesson, fire pooling in his stomach, in his loin; your tongue hot against his.

you mewled at him overpowering you, and a quirk of his lips were the only thing responding to your rosy cheeks. his nose found its way to the spot where your neck and your ear met, the spot he always buried his face in to take in your scent, to kiss you silly. his teeth grazed your flesh, breath hot as the desire blazed up in your stomach at his touch.

“say my name.”

“h—hajime.”

another pinch, another bruise you would have to cover up in the morning, “again. i don’t like when you call me iwaizumi.”

“hajime,” you repeated just as low, hand gripping his hair tight to pull it. in response, his tongue caressed your flesh, his fingers crawling up your leg to your stomach, and you remembered the times his dick drilled into you, deep and hard, pushing you over the edge, his fingers pressed into your stomach just like that.

his face pulled up again, swiftly dipping you into a dark maze again, tongues already touching before your mouth could connect, “fuck, i shouldn’t. you’re injured.”

“hajime,” you pleaded against his lips, one hand slipping down to the waistband of his pants, “please. it was hard enough to…”

you trailed off when his fingers wandered too; a mild frenzy surrounding you, stuffy, restricting your breathing at how broad he loomed over you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. you loved the arousal swapping through your body, and you couldn’t wait to have him touch your hip to support his weight, ram his cock into you so hard until you saw stars, and even then he wouldn’t stop, would continue sinking deep into you.

“go on. finish your sentences,” he drawled; his intense gaze burning you up, lips shining with saliva, cheeks flushed in a rosé. just as you, he was caged in lust.

“it was— ah,” your voice turned scratchy and traitorous when his rough fingers slipped down your panties, “h—hard…fuck, I— pretending like, ngh-ahh, we’re not…a th—thing..”

“what’s that? i don’t think i can properly hear you over your stutter.”

“bas—bastaa-hah-hard.”

your thighs opened up for him, even though one of your legs screamed for you to stop moving, but you couldn’t help it, your hips rubbing against his fingers, grinding down on him slowly, roughly; pants falling from your mouth like leaves in october. his body pushed yours against the back of the couch, hard, his mouth biting your skin as his lips found that specific spot on your neck easily again.

“yeah? you really want to call me names now, doll?” iwaizumi hajime could not fool you so easily, his breath leaving his mouth in chopped pieces; the words escaping his needy mouth a breeze against your skin once you had shoved your hands down the pants to grip him. his desire was matching the same inferno roaring in you, and he felt heavy in your hand, thick and warm.

a groan escaped him, low; and your hips leaned forward to kiss his hands again and again, rolling, breasts pressed against his chest as your mouth left hard kisses all over his neck, leaving marks, claiming him as yours the way you wanted to shout to the world.

hajime could only watch you through half-lidded eyes, feel your fingers drag his entire length, pulling at him deliciously slow, thumb catching the eager drops to rub them in, and god, you looked so fucking beautiful, your cheeks all red, eyes glazed over, shiny lips open, alluring sounds coming out of your mouth, drilling through the hot air to him.

“i wish i could just— fuck, dick you down so good, you pretty thing,” he gritted out, his teeth biting into your lips now too then licked over them as an apology and a whine escaped you, “y—yeees, please-ah.”

“but you don’t want to listen,” his fingers plunging deep inside, thumb working your clit, building up your orgasm quick and dirty, fingers skilled at drawing out every inch of lust within you, and when your legs started trembling, when your nose twitched like you were about to sneeze, he pulled away.

your hand slipped out of his pants against your will, and he looked at you, breathing heavily, repeating, “you don’t want to listen.”

“w—wait, hajime, wh—what?”

iwaizumi hajime towered over you; an almost mean glint in his hazed eyes, fingers clenching and unclenching before grabbing the base of your hair, gripping tightly. dull pain bloomed on the back of your head and your neck as he forced you to look up at him.

“i’ve told you to take care so many times. warm up well, rest up well, yet you pretty little brat have to go overboard, huh?”

his fingers tightened, and your mouth opened up slightly, only for his thumb to sneak past your lips to press down on your tongue heavily. you tasted your own self from where he had pleasured you, and you couldn’t even respond because he held your jaw the way he wanted to.

“did i or did i not say that?” hajime asked, “hm, doll?”

using your head, he nodded with his hand holding your mouth, but you found yourself nodding alongside him out of your own volition, too. you wanted him to fuck you, wanted him to claim you, use you, own you. but here he was, still standing there in front of you, his raging hard-on so very inviting. you let out a pitiful sound, but he glared at you in warning.

his thumb slipped out of your mouth, rubbing your lower lip instead, pulling it down to expose your teeth, “mhmm, let me think for a bit on whether you deserve it, yeah?”

“don’t be so mean, hajime.”

“my darling, you haven’t seen me mean yet.”

your mouth curled into a pout, “please, i will be more careful. i’ll do my warm ups, i promise,” and then, because you knew how much he liked hearing you breathe out his name in that sinful tone of yours: “hajime.”

“fuck.”

it was like a dam broke, the way he let go of your hair and face so easily, the way his eyes devoured you, the crash of his mouth on yours, the clashing of teeth, meeting of tongues. hajime stumbled into you, felt how hot you were, sweat already adhering to your body like a second layer of skin as his fingers tugged on your clothing, clearing access, careless because all he could just do right now was have you.

his body pressed all over you, hot breath fanning over you, his hard dick rubbing between the folds, driven by need, eyes meeting yours for a split second before he drove into you. your injured leg hoisted up on his side, in the least possible way of irritating the already strained muscle, making sure to keep it level.

“i’m sorry, baby, i’ll— ah, f-fuuck, i’ll take care of it later,” hajime’s words were so kind, but the way he was groaning, the colour of his voice, the way it rumbled in his chest was dark, floating in the air like gas, suffocating you slowly.

his hips slammed against your skin, and the sound echoed in the room, in your head, the tremor felt throughout your body.

you were sure your eyes turned upwards in pleasure, whining out his name, clenching on his rapidly moving cock, had you rocking back and forth against the back of the couch, chasing a high you yearned so much. his face was buried in your neck, biting your skin, tasting your lust for him, never stopping.

feeling arousal swirl in your stomach, you felt the way your core tried to get a hold of him but the pace he set was too fast, too much of a challenge, like all the pent up frustration needed to get out, like his annoyance and his concern over you hurting yourself needed to be fucked out of him and into you.

“haji—hajime.”

his voice was muffled, but you felt the low purr of it against your skin, “m’darling girl, you feel so good, you’re so pre—ah, pretty, nghh, fuck. don’t you— don’t you worry me like that anymore, hear me?”

“yea—h, yeah, yes, yeahh,” baseless affirmations passing your lips, no sense in your words. he could ask you for anything and you would have said yes. gasping for breath, raising your hips, meeting him, pressing messy kisses everywhere, god, you were whipped for iwaizumi hajime. ultimately and completely wrapped around his fingers.

when you came, it was at his command, at the bite of his teeth, at the press of his hands on your stomach, at the same time that he released and filled you up, hips stuttering, lazily plunging into warmth over and over. claiming you with his cum painted all over your skin, pushed back between your folds again.

you wrapped your healthy leg around him to keep him near, to keep him inside and close to you, not ready to part just yet. hajime had never been softer and gentler in setting down your other leg, expert fingers caressing your flesh, tenderly prodding to reassess the injury until he was satisfied.

sighing, he lifted his head, kissing your jaw, the corner of your mouth, capturing your lips into a meek, warm show of affection.

“i’ll clean you up, love, you just sit here and look pretty for me.”

despite that, he took a while to move.

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˚✧₊⁺˳ Sunshine ˳ ₊⁺˳✧

Clark Kent x Wayne!Reader

(18+, mild nsfw) Where you find yourself with newfound powers and your alien boyfriend helps you through it.

pt. 1

Masterlist

It began with your tea— the one Clark had bought you, like always.

Ever since the “incident”— that’s what you were calling it, things had been somewhat normal.

It was almost as if your body and totally forgotten your brother— who you still were trying to process was actually Batman, had fused your genes with genes with the sun.

No random bursts of solar energy, or that weird glow beneath your flesh you had almost wished would return when you had awoken the next morning— tired and pale.

Anyway.

The tea.

You’d only gotten halfway through your day’s tasks— Clark had distracted you on multiple occasions (usually it was the other way around) ranting about some article the film critics in the department across had written, a totally damning hate piece on his favourite saga’s reboot (the one he’d dragged you to the week before). Your nail had broken and Bruce had been ignoring your texts— more than usual.

You hadn’t noticed the way your lukewarm drink had started steaming again, its paper casing warming beneath your clenched fingers. Then came the weird tingling under your skin, where you simply absentmindedly scratched your arm, the fabric of your favourite Prada blouse uncharacteristically itchy all of a sudden.

Until, there was the soft glow in your palms.

Clark, ever the observant one (and permanently attuned to your heartbeat) was already peeking over the divider in his nerdy glasses (which you absolutely loved) with that very Clark look of concern painted across his anxious face.

"H-Hey, Sweetheart—“ You didn’t bother looking up at him. “U-Uh— Um, you’re kind of…G-Glowing.”

You rolled your eyes at his compliment, perhaps in an attempt to get you to respond to him again. “Oh, thanks, Clark. That’s so helpful when you’ve been bothering me all day—”

“N-No, I mean— Literally.”

His voice was a paranoid whisper as he pointed.

You looked down.

Your fingertips were lit from beneath like little flashlights, a golden shimmer rising along the veins in your arms like liquid sun as everyone else (thank God) was far to engaged with their own illuminated screens to pay any notice.

“Oh my god!”

Your tea cup exploded.

Paper and scalding liquid— everywhere.

Jimmy screamed like a little girl when a drop fell onto his trousers and Lois cursed from her desk at his dramatics as Clark scrambled to find napkins.

“Kent, what the hell did you say to her?”

“I—I didn’t! She just— Oh no!”

Clark was by your side in a flash, positioning his body (equal parts obvious and suspicious) in a way that shielded your own, worried blue eyes scanning your hands and trying to calm your hyperventilating as you sparkled under the awful fluorescent lights.

“B-Breathe. It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re just…Sun-charged—“

“I knew Bruce had ruined my life!” you hissed, trying to shrink further behind your boyfriend’s thankfully very broad frame. “I told you I felt weird this morning, but no, you said: ‘It’s just Monday blues, Sunshine,’ like I’m some sort of weather device!”

“O-Okay, maybe I underestimated, I’m sorry...Gosh, you’re glowing like the actual sun now—”

“Clark—”

“Hey, uh, you guys good over there? Perry is coming over…” Jimmy quickly spun back around in his own chair as the man stormed over, suddenly aware of the commotion.

“Wha— O-Oh yeah um, she just burned herself a little…S-So I’m going to help and…And get the first aid kit…” How convincing.

“Ugh, save me from these disgusting Lovebirds.” Lois pulled a face as she sipped her own bitter drink— eyes never leaving her computer (to the relief of you and Clark). She was observant. Jimmy? Not so much.

Clark tugged your sleeves down gently and began to usher you towards the fire exit at the back of the building, despite hearing his boss calling his name in anger finding his desk vacated.

Not yours. Never yours.

Nepotism, favouritism…Call it what you will, but Perry loved you. 

“Clark where are we going—“

“Sweetheart, I love you so much— You know I do, but if you go nuclear in front of Perry White, he’s going to nuclear on me!”

You said nothing, allowing your goof of a man to bustle you out of the building— ensuring you were entirely out of sight, before taking off and dropping you both off at a secluded, abandoned rooftop looking over the rest of Metropolis.

“Okay. This is fine,” you chewed at your lip, pacing in frantic circles as your feet scorched faint sun-streaks into the tar. “Justttt mutating in public. Nothing crazy.” More pacing.

Clark hovered beside you, holding your scorched heels like a supportive idiot in love— he was. “If it’s any consolation—” he began, softly.

You stopped. “I AM GLOWING LIKE A FURNACE—“

“And it’s beautiful,” he echoed, moving forward to trace a gold fleck light across your cheek like it was falling stardust. “You're still you…Just…Brighter—“

“I don’t want powers!” You snapped. “That’s your thing. And Bruce’s…” You paused. “Kind of. I just wanted to be me.”

“Okay,” Clark said gently, “but you’ve got them now. And you’re strong…And beautiful.” You scoffed at his flattery, though it was sincere. “You’re already stronger than you think.”

You looked at him, unimpressed. “How do you know that?”

And then— as if fate had timed it, the sky above cracked with a sonic boom, a small green portal opening (damn Guy Gardner) and a piece of…Something came tumbling through the clouds. You remained still Clark’s eyes went wide. “Get behind—”

BOOM.

Green Lantern definitely hadn’t got the memo the others desolated area was currently being occupied by you both…You did wonder why the place looked like some intergalactic dump…Was fly tipping illegal for Superheroes?

Anyway. It hit hard.

Something alien— something that could harm him.

Clark had shoved you (gently as he could) out of the way, but not fast enough to save himself, the impact sending him skidding across the roof, body limp as he groaned.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” He winced. “CLARK!”

You ran to him— shoeless, fingers glowing brighter than ever, chest heaving. Panic surged through you as something else…Something stronger, followed.

“Y-You’re bleeding—“ instinctively, you placed your glowing palms on his chest. “Oh my God…Oh my God…Oh my God…It’s too cloudy…We’re too far from the fortress…Oh my God!”

The light exploded from your hands in a blur.

Golden.

Wild.

Radiant.

It pulsed through him as it shone through you.

And then—

He groaned.

And blinked.

And smiled.

Whilst you were still kneeled there— traumatised. So…All it took to get the heat out your system was an astral blast every once in a while? Noted.

“You…Healed me,” he said, voice hoarse, a trace of awestruck disbelief carrying through as he half-laughed.

“I didn’t mean to—“

You made a noise as he pulled you into a desperate kiss, hands on your cheeks, glasses askew whilst he kissed you. Over and over.

You melted, having to push his lips away laughing as he chased another— not having his Kryptonian ability to breathe that long without air.

“Clark-Mph!” He was addicted to your lips. If he supposedly couldn’t get drunk on this planet, your touch was definitely disproving that sentiment. “Babyyy…” Another kiss. “Perry’s gonna kill you…”

That sobered him up.

He pulled away, a childish pout on his swollen lips, cheeks flushed and adrenaline still palpable.

“You know I love, right? So, so much…”

“Yeah, yeah Loverboy,” you slipped on your Louboutins. “You’ve mentioned it once or twice. Now, fix yourself up— You look a mess.”

And he really did.

Leftover drool down his chin, curls fluffy as ever (your doing) and tie halfway undone…not to mention the residual bloodstains of whatever the hell had nearly crushed him.

Pretty hot, actually.

Clark’s smile turned mischievous, though for a much more innocent reason than the filthy thoughts running through your mind.

“What do you say we take the rest of the day off?”

“Because you want to fuck?”

“WHA- No!” His already blushing visage darkened by a few shades. “T-That’s not—“

“Relax…I’m joking…” You weren’t. You were kind of in the mood watching him get all pathetic and flustered. “Besides, nobody heard me. Not everyone has Superman hearing you know?”

He still wasn’t buying it.

Back in his apartment, you were curled up into his side, swaddled in one of his graphic tees, but with an ice cold glass of your favourite lemonade your lover had so generously prepared to make sure you ‘were adequately extinguished’.

He was proud of his joke

You were not amused.

“So,” you frowned. “Still love me now that I’m a human fireball?”

Clark placed a warm kiss on your forehead as he pulled you across his lap.

“More than ever, Sunshine.”

“Even if I make to-go cups explode at work?”

“Sweetheart,” you felt his chest rumble, “I have lasers that come out of my eyes...You think a little glowing is gonna scare me off?”

You sighed, hiding your face against him.

“Promise not to almost die again?”

Clark smiled softly.

“Hey, I had it under control—“ You craned your neck to glare at him. “Okay, Okay…As long as you promise to keep saving me.”

You laid in his arms for a while— content.

Though, chaos was in your blood, so it was only natural you couldn’t remain docile for long.

Innocently, your fingers started to brush the defined curve of his jaw, feeling the heat beneath his skin. He was always warm, but with you, he ran hot— like he was tuned to your wavelength.

"You're starin’," he murmured, that boyish grin curling at his lips, though not without a hint of shyness.

You smiled back, something far less virtuous in your own eyes, tracing your thumb over his dimple. “I’m trying to figure out how I got lucky enough to bag such a good, little Farmboy...” (He was anything but little).

He flushed.

Still. After all this time.

“I…I’m the lucky one,” he muttered, breath catching as he kissed you— reverently.

You melted into it— into him.

His large hands were secure on your waist, your legs tightly wrapped around him, the press of his hard chest against your plush one— the press of something else hard against your inner thigh. So warm…His warmth…Pure heat…Too much, actually.

He paused. “Sweetheart—”

You pulled him back greedily. “Don’t stop.” You hadn’t noticed the glow return, too lost in him.

“But…But you’re— Uh…” He tried not to moan as your hands ignited something within a deep part of him, gold light blooming between his shoulder blades. “...K-Kind of setting the blanket on fire…”

You glanced down.

It was smoldering.

You screamed, scrambling back— glowing brighter now, sparks humming off your skin as you frantically tried patting yourself down…out.

“Oh my God…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Clark caught your hands gently in his, bringing them to his chest. “Hey, hey. It’s okay…I’ve set fire to worse things.”

He had.

Like his bedroom wall when you gave him head for the first time.

“This is humiliating!”

“This is…Amazing,” he said sincerely (what a freak). “You were just…Overwhelmed.”

You looked at him. “By you. It’s your fault.” You huffed, inspecting the damage to the cushions. “I’m blaming you.”

He nodded, absolutely smug but too sweet to say it out loud, accepting your petty jabs (as usual).

He brushed your hair from your face with nothing but pure love in his eyes. “We'll figure it out. Just...Take your time. We don’t have to rush. I’m not going anywhere.”

You hesitated. “What if next time I…I explode?”

Clark chuckled. “Thennnn I bug your brother until he builds something that puts you back together.” A deadpan look from you. “That’s what we do, remember? We fall apart and we build something better.”

“I’d prefer if we just stayed together…”

He kissed you again— soft and patient.

“Can you believe we just got cockblocked by my powers?”

“…Who says I wasn’t secretly into it?”

You looked down.

“Not so secret, Kent.”

And the next time you spontaneously glowed? He kissed the light like it was holy.

To him? It was.

—

The Fortress of Solitude.

 Also known to you as: ‘Clark’s weird glowy ice house with no central heating and too many weird robots that creeped you out’.

You stood with your arms crossed, totally not impressed, frowning dramatically at the glowing crystal console in front of you— some sort of training gizmo…Or whatever.

You’d much rather be at brunch with Lois right now.

"I just think," you said flatly, "if I’m going to be forced to learn how to control this…Unstable solar radiation inside some stupid ice cube—“

“Fortress of Solitude.”

“…I deserve at least a cute custom costume like yours."

Clark chuckled with a shake of his head as he adjusted the robotic training drones, which began emerging from the crystal and floating in the air around you.

“I recall you calling it ‘ridiculous’—“

“What’s ridiculous is that you don’t have a radiator in here!”

“Honey, you have literal sunlight in your veins. You're not cold.”

“I’m emotionally cold.”

“You’re pouting.”

“I’m glaring.” You adjusted your expression as if to dramatically further your point. “Can’t we do this somewhere else? The farm is just as secluded! this place is the total opposite of Smallville—“

“Sunshine—“

“Where’s my fluffy robe? Where’s my cocoa? Where’s Martha?”

Clark flew over to you, hovering midair, his expression thoughtful as you expressed your desire to return to his childhood home. “You can heal Kryptonians with your bare hands and bend the sun with your mind…And you want my Ma’s cocoa?”

You held up your hand— it glowed faintly. “This is not a ‘no’ to cocoa…And do you want me to start talking about you, huh? Superman—

He grinned and kissed your forehead, shutting you up, calloused palms comforting against your cheeks. “I’ll make you some, later. First, let’s try again. Slowly. Just focus…Channel the heat outward, not inward. Don’t fight it.”

“I’m not trying to fight it—“

“Just let go…” His tone was annoyingly airy— like he believed anything was possible. He kind of did.

You sighed and glanced at the drones.

“Just pulse toward them— Like this.”

Clark gave you some distance, raising his hand and sending an invisible shockwave that rippled across the floor. The drones hummed but didn’t move.

“See? Controlled.”

You stared. “Okay, yeah, but you are an alien with over two decades practice on me and without an older brother who watches your every move with bat-level judgment…So excuse me if I have some hang-ups.”

Clark floated closer, landing in front of you. “I believe in you.”

“Of course you do. You’re impossibly optimistic.”

He smiled. “Your hands are sparkling again.”

You looked down.

Damn it.

He really did ignite something in you.

You aimed one hand toward a drone, breathing out slowly like he taught you, a pulse of warm light shot from your palm and the drone shuddered before hovering backward gently.

Clark lit up like a proud parent. “See?! You did it!”

“Oh…That was easier than I thought,” you admitted, blinking.

“Do another.”

You did. Stronger this time.

Your hair shimmered with it, the light swirling around your silhouette like the elements knew who you were— what you were.

And then one of the drones exploded.

“Oopsies...”

Clark ran a hand through his hair and laughed.

“We’ll work on precision later.”

You turned to him with a defeated smile. “I’m still sulking, just so you know.”

“Of course,” he said, retrieving up the steaming training device you’d accidentally fried. “But you’re glowing beautifully while doing it.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned into him. “You’re so whipped, it’s embarrassing.”

Clark kissed your temple and pulled you against his chest, heat radiating between you. “I know. And I love it.”

“I can hit things now, you know.”

“Darlin’ sunlight heals me, the worse you can do is make me stronger,”

“…Shut up. I can burn you.”

“Can you?”

“…I DON’T KNOW!” More pouting.

—

The air was sharp with something sinister.

You tasted it before you saw it— metallic. Bitter, like blood…And death.

He had told you to run— ordered you to go home. Tried to fly you out and even lost his temper with you— properly, for perhaps the first time ever when you refused to abandon him for safety.

The walls of the hidden lab trembled from the earlier blast and through the smoke, you saw him. He didn’t see you— not yet.

Clark.

Collapsed.

The green glow of Kryptonite pulsing dully from the shards embedded near his ribs, laced through his side like a devastatingly pretty lattice of shattered glass, poisoning him from the inside.

You had seen him like this before, but now you were different. You could save him.

Or at least…You could try.

“Come on— No…No…” You fell to your knees beside him as your hands remained ordinarily flesh-coloured, shaking uncontrollably as you couldn’t get them to do anything.

Not even a flicker.

He was pale.

Not just pale— Ashen.

Like every ounce of light had been drained from him. His breaths came in shallow stutters and his skin burned with an impossible fever.

“Clark,” you whispered, pushing his hair from his face. “Clarkie, wake up. Please.” Your voice shook. “I..I need you t-to get my powers to work a-and then I’ll save you and—“

He stirred faintly, eyes fluttering open.

“Sweetheart…” he rasped. “You shouldn’t be here—“

“I don’t care,” you snapped, nails digging into your palm as you willed them to do something…Anything.

“You’re dying!”

He smiled, then. You could’ve hit him— even like this, he was the hopeful one.

“Never…” Another smile. “You’re…You’re going to s-save me.”

You blinked through tears. “I don’t know how! I’m …I’m useless! I’m not like you—”

He reached for your hand, weakly pressing it to his radiating chest— right above the wound.

“You are exactly like me—“

“You should’ve stayed out of it.” Lex’s voice echoed coldly through the smoke. Smooth. Precise— Mocking.

He stood just beyond the chamber, hands gloved and coat pristine— untouched by the chaos he had unleashed, his smile razor-thin.

Even like this, when your lover was half-dead, he was still warmer than the man who looked down his nose at him.

His smugness made you sick, but in a way, he was right. You should’ve stayed out of it, because you were making things worse.

Clark, still collapsed in your arms, gasped in shallow, wheezing breaths, exerting himself more to shield you from Lex’s line of sight whilst you were on your knees— Dull. Without the powers you so desperately needed.

“You know, I thought you were special,” Lex sneered, circling the damage like a predator. “But I was wrong— for once.” He laughed then, but it was icy. “A Wayne. A pretty, sunlit, little accessory draped helplessly around Superman’s neck—“

“D-Don’t t-talk about her…L-Like t-that—“

“Clark don’t!” Even now, he used his last bouts of energy— of life, defending you.

“Look at you now. Fragile. Panicking. Power doesn’t suit you.”You couldn’t even defend yourself. Lex Luthor was right.

Your hands were still trembling over Clark’s heart, his pulse slowing by the second.

Lex’s voice continued to gloat. “He was never going to survive me. But I suppose if he had to die, it's almost poetic— wrapped in the arms of someone as breakable as you. All that light… wasted.”

Your eyes snapped to him— glowing, golden, furious.

“Shut. Up.”

“Oh?” Lex tilted his head, amused. “Are you threatening me, Princess?”

You felt the familiar burn beneath your skin.

That’s what did it…In breaking you, he had set you free.

“S-Sunshine…”

Clark’s barely audible attempt at speaking went unnoticed by Lex, too busy reciting his ridiculous monologue and strategising his next moves.

“I-I’m trying— I-I can’t—“

“Y-Yes, you can…Your h-hands…”

They were glowing now. Faint, but there.

“Clark—”

“H-Hey,” he said, even softer now. “R-Remember when I m-melted m-my kettle a-after our t-third date because I p-panicked after y-you kissed me?” A cough. “A-And you j-just laughed and c-called me a dumb n-nerd?”

You hiccuped a sob. “That’s not the same—“

“It’s exactly the s-same. I didn’t know h-how to be l-loved l-like that. You t-taught me. And now... now it’s your turn.”

The green glow pulsed again.

His body trembled.

You were afraid it would be for last time.

You were glowing now, too— no. Beaming. A golden light rising from beneath your entire self, uninhibited and blinding. It spilled across his wounds, shattering the larger chunks of Kryptonite, haloing your hands, but your fingers stayed trembling.

“I-I’m scared I can’t hold it—“ The glow was fading, but it hadn’t healed him quick enough. He was still pale— still hurt.

“I know,” he whispered. “But your light...it’s healing me. Just let it out. L-Let it do what it was meant to do. I-I trust you.”

The tears came hot and fast.

And you let go.

You didn’t force the light— you felt it. The warmth reached a burning crescendo, rushing through you, pulsing down your arms in glittering tendrils. It fired through the green radiant like dawn, twinkling around Clark’s ribs, sinking into the remaining wounds.

The effects of the poison had almost faded and he arched with a gasp— but it wasn’t because he was in pain, it was because a shadow loomed behind you. Your light burned brighter than it ever had. Then...it dimmed.

A hand wrapped around your neck, lifting you like a rag-doll. You clawed helplessly at your assailants arms, to no avail, as Clark was sent hurtling back against the floor with a flurry of smaller Kryptonite fragments.

“N-No!” You screamed— tried to. Not for you— your own life. But for him. Your eyes became blurred as you lost oxygen, making out his own glassy orbs which cried out for you as he was too weak to save you.

“K-Kill me…I-If you w-want b-but…Let h-her go L-Lex…”

The man holding you hostage only laughed.

“You think you can bargain with me Superman?” He tilted his head, as though he were considering it. “On second thought, it’ll be more fun to make you watch her truly suffer.”

You gasped for breath as he let you go, letting out a cry as he carelessly threw you against the wall without waiting for you to recover. You heard Clark yell out in pain— for you, in complete despair and anguish, watching him crawl his way across the bloodied ground just to reach you.

You barely had time to react before you were being yanked up by your hair, flailing your legs, attempting to kick the bald freak in his groin.

“Are you watching Superman?” A kick to his head. “You will be, when I rip her—“

“Put. Her. Down.”

The voice came from above. Cold. Rough…. Unmistakably Bruce.

He dropped down— almost gracefully, through the fractured ceiling in full tactical gear. Batarangs at the ready. Face set like thunder.

He didn’t glance at you— not yet. He wasn’t sure he had it in him to see you injured so soon after you had died in front of him.

He only stalked straight towards his target.

Lex.

“Step. Away. From. My. Sister.”

Lex laughed. “Really, Bruce? You hide behind shadows. She hides behind sunlight. What would your parents think? Two spoiled—”

A sickening crack.

Bruce’s fist slammed into Lex’s jaw, dropping him to one knee.

Your brother wasn’t like Clark. He had no trouble injuring. Seriously maiming. Torturing— Hurting.

You barely noticed as Bruce beat him in the distance, using your hands and knees to propel you towards the man still curled in on himself in an attempt to stay alive.

Clark coughed again— now barely a wheeze.

You turned your gaze inward, blinking back the tears, carefully removing newfound chunks of the damned green crystal out of your lover, pressing harder against his chest as if you could will back the glow from your hands.

“Clark, I…I don’t know if I can—”

“Y-Yes, you c-can,” he whispered, his voice paper-thin, though still without an ounce of urgency or anger directed at you. “You’re s-stronger than me….Y-You always have been.”

“I can’t—”

“Yes, y-you can…J-Just look at m-me.”

He held your gaze.

Even with Kryptonite in his blood, even with death curling in his lungs, all he was focused on was you.

“I…I believe in you.”

And with those words, your powers surged from your palms like liquid light, their sunny threads wrapping around his heart like it was tying you— binding you to him.

The poison hissed against it, fighting, but the light was relentless. You were relentless.

Bruce had turned now— fists bloodied, frozen. Staring at the blinding glow rising from your body, knowing, that he was the one who had done it to you.

He didn’t truly understand it, but he knew what it meant.

You weren’t just his little sister anymore.

You were someone else’s salvation.

Lex groaned from the ground, wiping blood from his mouth as he pulled a pressed handkerchief from his pocket to dab at his cut lip. “You don’t even know what she is now, do you?” he spat at Bruce. “She’s not just human. You think Clark’s a threat? She’s a solar battery in a Wayne shell. Even you can’t control that.”

“I don’t have to,” Bruce said coldly. “She’s not mine to control.”

Everything became white, then.

A final burst of light erupting from your body like a solar wave, engulfing Clark, and momentarily blinding everyone else in the process.

From underneath Bruce’s boot Lex shielded his eyes, your brother staggered, stepping back as his irises stung, the villanous oligarch using the opportunity to slip away (slimy as he was) as the fellow billionaire struggled to readjust his sight.

That would definitely be the next upgrade to his mask.

You let your arms give way, panting. Forehead nearly touching the cold floor below.

Glowing.

Crying.

Utterly exhausted, but knowing he was there— breathing. Your Clark. Alive.

Colour was returning to his cheeks.

His rash disappearing— for good, this time.

He smiled.

“You’re...Magnificent.”

You collapsed into his chest, gasping as you failed getting your words out— And he caught you, stronger now. Steadier. Anchoring himself around you like he was rising from death into sunlight.

He had.

“You did it,” he whispered, pressing his lips into your hair.

“I thought I was going to lose you.” You didn’t know whether to shout, laugh or cry. You were sort of doing all three.

“Not with you here,” he said gently, a half-smile dancing on his radiant face. “You’re my sun, remember?”

You didn’t speak. You just held him. Heart pressed to his— like it was the only proof you weren’t hallucinating, still glowing faintly, evidence that you were still his miracle.

Before he could speak again, you hit his chest with a trembling laugh and sob— each punch punctuating your words. “Don’t. You. Ever. Do. That. Again. You. Dumb. Alien—”

He kissed your wet lips, uncaring of the saltiness your tears had left behind. “You wouldn’t let me.” He leaned in again—

The moment was broken by the distant noise of a throat being cleared.

And finally, you both looked up at Bruce.

Suit splattered with blood.

Silent.

Powerful.

Your voice was hoarse. “You gonna yell at me now?”

Bruce just stared.

Then looked at Clark.

Then back at you.

But mainly Clark.

“No,” he said, voice venomous. “I think I’m going to throw up.”

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