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popeabbot · 21 days ago

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Mm mmm MMM yall don’t even KNOW☝🏼

EAT YOU ALIVE! │ clark kent

Red Kryptonite turns Superman into a feral beast seeking prey.

CONTAINS: 18+ SMUT MDNI, fem!reader, p in v, established relationship, riding that dick, superman hyped up on red kryptonite (RAWRR,) sex in the rain, kind of meanie clark, still whiny though, some heavy petting, pet names, not proofread, & no use of y/n. [2k+ words]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i started this a long time ago and finally got around to finishing it after a month-long writing slump. this was inspired by a literal dream i had! unfortunately, this will probably be my last clark fic, as i’m itching to return to writing for cod. i just couldn't let this color scheme and setup go to waste, so i pushed through. also, also i want to give a shout-out to my beloved mutual @sai-int, who wrote an amazing clark fic that really helped pull me out of my slump. be sure to check her out; she's incredibly talented and hot! with that, i hope you all enjoy! muah!

The air feels crisper in the country.

It can be humid, but invigorating, breathing new life into you.

Metropolis, with its concrete jungle and constant buzz, can never replace the bliss of fresh-cut, dewy grass underfoot, the sun's warmth on your skin, and the scent of blooming flowers carried through the breeze.

It’s an experience unlike anything you’ve ever had, and you’re grateful to share it with Clark.

Even if he did leave you at his parents house all alone, so he could protect the city, lying on your picnic blanket with a good book was a small price to pay.

The sound of rustling and panting gently interrupts the peaceful outdoor scene. You sit up on your picnic blanket, setting your book aside, and tilt your head to hear the noise better. The milkweeds rustle in the serene setting, and you note the sound of panting coming from the flowerbed.

Standing up, you feel the soft, lush grass beneath your bare feet as you move to investigate the source of the commotion. The sun is warm on your skin, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees. You look around and see a muddy Krypto digging holes in Clark's mom's meticulously maintained flower bed.

"Krypto," you reprimand with a playful tone, placing your hands on your hips. "Don’t make me get the vinegar."

His digging stops as he turns to face you, whimpering with his head tucked down.

It makes you frown before you smile at the thought. "Mhm. I bet you miss Clark too, huh?" you ask, and he responds with a bark. You let out a laugh. "Hmm. How about you and I play ball?" You reach into a berry bush and grab one of his balls.

"I can't throw as far as Superman, but I can give a pretty good toss." You toss the ball up and catch it. "Ready, boy?" Krypto jumps up with a bark that makes you chuckle. You throw the ball with all your strength across the open field. "Go fetch," you instruct, watching him sprint with super-speed and bring the ball back to you in a matter of seconds.

“Okay, I might have overestimated my abilities,” you joke, tossing the ball again, only for it to drop at your feet in the blink of an eye.

The game continues as you throw the ball with all your might, sending it flying quite far in your eyes, though Krypto retrieves it just as you lower your hand back down.

You end up more out of breath than the dog.

As you prepare to throw one last time, you feel the ground shake beneath you. It’s not an earthquake; it’s something more substantial, strong enough to make you fall on your ass, hitting the dirt hard, making dirt fly up in the impact.

“Shit,” you curse, wincing at the sensation.

Krypto comes over to investigate but quickly looks behind you with a scared whine and wide eyes. You glance at the dog before he bolts away, not sparing you another glance.

“Scaredy cat,” you call after him with a hint of humor. As you slowly get to your feet and wipe the dirt off your pants, you turn to look in the direction of the noise. Through the dust, you spot the familiar peak of a red and yellow ‘S’ emblem.

You narrow your eyes for a clearer view and see Superman barreling through the dirt and debris, his eyes glowing a bright red.

“Superman?” you murmur in confusion, your eyes widening as he gets closer. His steps are deliberate and strong enough to kick up dirt behind him. It doesn’t take long for him to come face to face with you. When he does, he grips the back of your neck and kisses you with a passion that feels both intense and unfamiliar.

It feels ferocious, as if he is starving and about to consume you alive.

“Clark,” you mutter through labored breaths against his eager lips. “Your eyes…” You look up and see them more clearly, vividly red, just as you thought.

“Don’t talk,” he says, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

You don’t know why, but seeing this carnivorous side of him felt exhilarating.

His lips move against yours with a fervent need, and his pants skim across your body, leaving no body part untouched. Your body surges forward as he grabs a handful of your ass and gives it a hard squeeze. “Mhm. Baby, your parents,” you whisper against his lips when his fingers find your belt.

“Gone,” he says, unclasping your belt. “Need to feel you fuckin’ sqeezin’ me, baby.”

You release a shallow breath, surprised by his words. “Wha—what?”

“Could smell you in the city, you know that? It was drivin’ me fuckin’ insane,” he mutters against your lips, his chest heaving as his hands slide up the hem of your shirt to grope your breasts. “Couldn’t touch you,” he squeezes your breasts, making you moan. “And all I could think about was you,” one of his hands skims down to rub against your clothed cunt. “And this greedy pussy.”

“Fuck, Clark,” you whine, as you grip his hand against you.

“Was hoping you’d say that,” his lips collide with yours again, his teeth clanging against yours as his hand presses against your now dripping cunt.

His eyes grow noticeably brighter as he palms your cunt, pulling back slightly to watch your squirm on his hand.

“Your—your eyes,” you manage to pant out, gripping his shoulder tight to get from falling as you inspect the ominous red glow growing.

“Red kryptonite,” he mumbles, licking his lips as he inhales your sweet scent.

“Kryoptinite…” you start, head tilting back in pleasure. “I thought that hurt you.”

His lips brush against your neck. “No more logistics, baby. I need to fuck you right now,” he almost growls into your skin.

A soft moan escapes past your lips as your head lulls against his soft lips, before in seconds he stands in nothing but his boxers, and his hand slips to pull down your pants and underwear down in one decisive sweep.

As Clark helps you lie down on the picnic blanket from earlier, you can feel the small pellets of rain hitting your skin. “Clark… it’s raining,” you mumble against his lips.

“Let it,” he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress as he guides you on top of him.

Your hands cradle his cheeks as your lips meet his, the cool raindrops adding a sensual touch to your skin and creating a radiant sheen. You pull back slightly, your eyes meeting Clark's, the rain forming droplets on his lashes.

He looks up at you, his mouth slightly open and his lips wet from the rain. “You alright?” he asks, gripping your waist tightly, his eyes locked on yours.

You nod, licking away the raindrops. “We’re going to get soaked,” you say, brushing your thumb across his cheek and watching his lashes flutter as his curls flatten in the growing rainfall.

"Yeah?" He cheekily smiles, raising his brows, as one hand extends behind him and the other around your waist, guiding you down until your cunt takes in his erect cock.

Your mouth hangs open, and he mimics you, and he carefully sets you fully on him with ease from your arousal. "I think you already are soaked," he comments, as you press your wet forehead against his with a gasp.

"You dirty boy," you grit, a hint of humor in your tone as your lips find his again, this time you're the hungry one. Sucking and nipping at his lips, he guides you up and down on his cock with a strong arm.

The rain puddles around you, thoroughly soaking the picnic blanket you and Clark are on. His curl, that hangs on his forehead, lies flat against his skin, and your hair has gone a shade darker, sticking down, and you can't find it in yourself to care.

Not when Clark's pounding into you and groaning against your slick skin about how much of a good fucking girl you are.

Not when Clark's essentially picking you up and slamming his cock into you with one arm wrapped around your waist.

Especially not when he sits up slightly to lick a stripe up your neck, savoring your flavor and the rain on the tip of his tongue.

"You're my best girl," Clark mutters into your skin, voice hoarse and brash. His teeth nip against your sensitive skin. "Look, ah, so fuckin' beautiful ridin’ me, sweetheart."

You tip your head back, the now heavy rain rushing down your skin, wanting to feel the rain on your face. It feels euphoric, free. Clark surges forward, lips running over your collarbones and sternum.

Your stomach knots as your orgasms loom. “Gonna…” you start, mouth agape as Clark presses deep kisses to your breasts.

“Let go, sweetheart,” he directs, feeling you tighten around him. "Let go."

You sputter forward as your orgasm entirely consumes you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, moaning his name. He follows suit, mouth hanging open as he spits curses and leans his forehead against yours.

Your chests are both heaving as your fingers gently rub against the base of his neck. “I love you, Clark,” you murmur into his lips.

“I love you more, sweet girl.”

MINI AUTHOR'S NOTE: if superman isn't cussin', he ain't fuckin'!

#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚: rylea writes #superman x you #superman #superman x reader #superman x y/n #I NEED TO FUCK A MAN IN THE RAIN #and if I steal this idea? what THEN?!#~abi’s reblogs~#ughhhh #so so good #yummy #superman smut #superman dc

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popeabbot · 1 month ago

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In Your Orbit- Andrew Cody

sooooo this is a little fix-it-fic SERIES of sorts I wrote after immediately needing Andrew Cody to have someone who had his best interests at heart. They might seem very doomed by the narrative but I have a feeling love will overcome! I hope yall enjoy, any and all (positive/constructive) feedback is welcome!

Wc: 5k

TW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ mentions of violence, assault, mentions of past acts of self harm, drug use/ODs, slightly falls off of canon writing, inappropriate relationship between mother/son, foul language, death

1).Memories

A 17 hour night shift was no joke at Oceanside General.17 grueling hours of blood, sweat, tears and angry patients. There was never a bar of what to expect when those ambulance bay doors opened, it could be a kid with a runny nose or someone who’d lost a limb to a shark attack- those were the easy nights.

This night had been overdoses, car pileups and murder victims. Dr. Carmela “Cherry” Romano had been on her feet in the ER for the full 17 as she was the only attending on the floor. Her only light in her shift was the crying baby she rocked as his mother filled out her discharge papers.

“No llores baby, your mama will be done soon.” Carmela rocked through the pain that was searing through her right leg. Carmela and Matthew had become good friends through the majority of her shift.(when she wasn't elbow deep in someone who was trying to die) His mom was a single mother battling some terrible abdominal pain, she had a contusion in her bowels and had been given IV meds and bed rest to see if it would resolve on its own.

That meant when anyone had free time the 6month old became their shift buddy doctors and nurses alike. The nurses had also become infatuated with him, that boy had been passed around the entire ER so his mother could get some form of quality care.

“Thank you again for helping with Matthew, Dr. Romano, I cannot thank you or your staff enough.” Matthew’s mother Angela smiled as she scooped him up, secured him in his stroller and walked out pain free.

Carmela smiled and waved as the two left, her mind going to another place for only a moment, her shift was finally over. She moved to the nurses station to log out and head home to get some much needed sleep when an ambulance pulled in.

“Got an OD! Female: 30s, pronounced dead on scene but we need a doctor to confirm so we can hand her off to the morgue!" A male paramedic called out as he wheeled a sheeted gurney into a trauma room. Cherry looked around to see every other doctor busy, she groaned, lifting herself off from the laptop she was perched at.

“Just gotta sign off on this and then you can go home.” She muttered to herself, snapping on gloves as she walked in the room. Her blood ran cold as the sheet was lifted to reveal Julia Cody.

Cherry hadn’t seen Julia in a few months, but she would recognize a piece of her soul anywhere. Last time she saw her, Julia screamed at her in a drug-influeneced state to leave her the fuck alone and never to come back. All Cherry had come to do was check on her son Joshua after she heard he’d gotten sick due to Julia being on a bender.

Cherry had been trying to get Julia off the streets in between naval deployments and her own bullshit, but she was usually too high to listen. And now, she was gone. Cherry placed her hand over Julia’s bony wrist, no pulse, she removed the stethoscope from her pocket and placed it over her heart, again there was nothing.

Carmela absentmindedly signed the clipboard the paramedic had out for her and moved to Julia’s head. Her skin was glassy and sunken in from the years of drugs and her own abuse, long soft auburn curls clung to the sweat that covered her beautiful skin. Julia had always been like a sister to her growing up, she had molded Cherry's entire personality and made her the sister she was now.

“Is there any emergency contact in her file? Any family?” Carmela asked, her throat felt like sandpaper as she forced the words out.

“We got the kids number, he’s the one who called. I’ll put it on a sticky note and leave it at your desk.” The paramedics left, sensing the mourning that was coming off of Carmela in waves. As soon as the room was empty she allowed herself to cry, to let every tearing feeling come down at once. Carmela didn’t have a lot of women she could trust growing up but Julia, Julia Cody was everything to her. She’d kept her close when her brother was arrested, and walked her through everything she needed to know when her sister was born.

She remembered the day Julia found out she was pregnant. Julia had come into Deran's room where Carmela would usually stay, she could tell just by looking at Julia’s face something was wrong.

“I’m pregnant. It’s Baz’s. Smurf is going to kill me.”

Carmela felt sorry for Julia, because she knew Julia’s mother wouldn’t kill her. A quick death would be too kind of an exit for a Cody. She brushed out Julia's tangled hair with her hands, whispering apology after apology for not doing more. Hot salty tears ran down her face with no signs of stopping, anger and grief taking anchor in her heart. She didn’t hear the curtain open, or the charge nurse- Sierra's footsteps coming and stopping behind her, she just felt strong arms wrap around her torso.

“Mason from the morgue is here, I can tell him to leave?” She asked, leaning her head against Carmela’s back. Carmela shook her head as she wiped the tears from her face, she kissed Julia’s temple and walked out of the room. A bright orange sticky note caught her tear stained eyes, a number had been scribbled on top. It wasn’t the number she had saved for Josh, he must’ve gotten a new one or called from Julia’s. Wherever he was, she needed to get to him before his grandmother did.

The Cody family Compound-

Josh had called the one person he needed to when his mother died. Janine “Smurf” Cody. She had J pack his things up and drove him up the block to a lavish lifestyle he was never allowed to see until now.

The estate itself had to be close to 4-5,000 square feet, palm trees and a beautiful garden covered the backyard creating a shelter around the space. Cars and trucks were parked at random in the driveway, J counted at least 4 not counting the Dodge truck his grandmother was driving.

J walked around the house his mother grew up in, soaking everything up as he walked through the halls. Pictures of the boys were proudly hung through the house, but none of Julia. J kept a mental note of this revelation. His attention was taken by the smell of something burning in the kitchen and Smurf cursing as she pulled the baked food out, dumping them in the sink. Loud voices and the splashing of water could be heard outside.

“You burnt my cupcakes!” Smurf huffed as she looked at the boys rough housing in the pool. They frowned like small children. “Thank god I didn’t leave my roast for you boys to pull out or dinner would be ruined!” She pinched the bridge of her nose, turning to J with a soft smile asking if he’d like more sweets. He nodded, and with that she gave her boys one more scowl before turning back into the house.

As J introduced himself to his uncles and told them his mom was dead. Josh was met with half ass ‘sorry’s and ‘oh shit’s. He could quickly see his uncles didn’t give a damn his mother was dead, they were more annoyed he was in their house. Baz seemed to be smart, offering a ‘we’re really sorry to hear that J.” He, at least had half the mind to correct his younger brothers when they reacted poorly to the news of Julia- he may have been the only one who truly knew her.

Craig was a less than stellar sight, antsy from the coke that ran through his system and ignorant to the harsh reality of what the world was like outside of the gates of his home. He could care less whether Josh stayed or left to become like his mother. Craig didn’t remember Julia before drugs. He’d started his own tangled dance with drugs at such a young age that his memories of her were clouded. When she wasn’t with her twin brother she was off with Baz or her school friends.

Deran seemed more reserved than his older counterpart- J could see the feelings bubbling beneath his casual demeanor. He remembered Julia. He missed the sweet girl who taught him how to walk, kissed every cut and kept him away from every man who walked in the house. She would let Deran sleep in between her and Pope on the bad nights when he would wake up sobbing, Julia would remind him to stay quiet as they tiptoed from one side of the house to the safety of Julia and Andrew's bedroom. She never judged him for liking her male friends, even though he refused to acknowledge who he was until after Julia was gone, she knew.

Julia's phone buzzed in J’s pocket. He hadn’t paid attention to Baz saying something to the boys before leaving.

Do Not Answer (Baby<3)

J walked into the room he would be staying in- his mothers- and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Josh?! Honey, where are you?” Carmela’s worried voice rang out through the phone. She had always been there for J when she could, making sure he had food and clothes. She’d come by when one or both of them were sick, being a doctor she could tell when something new was on the streets and tried to help keep Julia clean. She’d been clean for over a week when she died.

“I’m with Smurf,” Josh replied coolly. The noise that came from the other line was clear- a mix of desperation, frustration, grief.

“I’ll be there in 10, please come with me, you don’t need to be in that house with her. She’s not safe Joshua.” Josh nodded as Carmela hung up. Part of him knew he should tell his grandmother, the other part of him wanted to see how this reunion would play out. After all, Smurf hadn’t seen Carmela in almost 18 years.

Carmela threw her stuff in her truck, peeling out of the parking lot to the one house she’d wished to never find herself at. Her navy blue Bronco came to a roaring halt at the oceanfront property. A young girl with long brown hair was playing with chalk on the driveway. Part of her knew Andrew would feel betrayed if he knew she’d kept up with the Blackwells without telling him. But she was always Catherine’s friend: not Barry’s.

“Hi Lena-Bear,” Carmela leaned down and planted a soft kiss atop her head. “Is your dad here?”

“Hi aunt Cherry,” Lena smiled softly, her brown eyes shining. “He’s around the side in the driveway.” Carmela patted the young girl's head, suggesting she go inside and watch some TV. She watched Lena nod and run in the house before shoving her hands in her pockets as she turned into the long driveway. And there he stood, Barry Blackwell. Carmela quickened her pace, Baz’s back was turned to her as he was working on something in the hood of his jeep.

“Hey Blackwell,” she growled, and right as he turned her left fist connected with his teeth. The force of the punch caught him off guard causing him to stumble backwards. Carmela took the opportunity to jump onto him knocking to the ground fully before laying both fists anywhere they could land. “This is all your fault.”

Baz caught her hand before she could land another blow and rolled her onto her back Carmela tried to headbutt him but Baz had the advantage now being above her.

“What the fuck are you on Carm?!” Baz spat blood as he pinned her to the ground. She squirmed under his grasp, barring her teeth at him like a wild animal. Baz had always been a weed growing through the cracks of the Cody family, he knew better than to go with Julia. He knew doing what he did would get her sent away. Baz held Carmela tightly, attempting to will her into stillness.

“Julia’s dead.” Baz’s demeanor faltered only slightly, but it was enough for Carmela to use her knees to throw him off of her. He groaned as his body hit the concrete. She threw another punch to his throat, his Adam’s apple making a sickening gurgle come from him.

“Who told you that?” He coughed. But Carmela didn’t answer him immediately, instead she dug her hands into his hair, ripping his scalp up till they were nose to nose.

“I saw her. The paramedics needed a doctor to sign off on it and apparently the powers that be decided I needed to be the one to do it.” Carmela practically screamed in his face. She didn’t care how early it was, or that the neighbors and passersby could hear. She was angry. “Smurf has your boy. Cause you’re too much of a pussy to bring him in yourself I’m sure.”

“You have no right to say that when you haven’t been here either-“ Baz gripped her wrists, attempting to free himself.

“Oh except I have been here!” Carmela laughed dryly. Pushing Baz’s head onto the concrete and circling around him like an animal waiting for its prey to move. She preferred the chase anyways. “Sure I got out through the navy but a quarter of my paycheck went to making sure your child had food, medicine and anything he needed while I was gone. When I was here I actually tried to get Julia clean. Not throw her out like trash.”

Carmela stepped forward as Baz stood, almost chest to chest so she could get back in his face. “Of all fucking people..you should’ve been paying attention. What do you think Smurfs gonna tell him when he asks about his dad?”

Baz’s eyes were filled with rage. How dare Carmela walk into his home after being gone and blame this shit show on him?? He shoved her hard, but she challenged back. Before she could attack him again a small voice came from behind her.

“Daddy…” Lena’s small frame poked out from the back door. “Why are you and Aunt Cherry fighting?” Baz internally rolled his eyes at the fact that Carmela had been adopted by his daughter.

“It’s nothin sweetie just…sibling stuff.” Baz shot a look at Carmela, wiping the blood off of his face.

“If you’re fighting does that mean we can’t go swim at grandma Smurfs?” Lena was still partially hiding in the doorway, Carmela cursed herself for doing anything that could’ve put Lena in danger. This was one of those moments when anger rose higher than reality.

“Sure we can baby, I bet Aunt Cherry will go with us too!” His lips curled into a smile but his eyes said something entirely different. Carmela nodded slightly, she was banking on the fact that she was no longer that small brunette girl Smurf had a hold of. She was a woman now, a woman who had stepped out of Janine Cody’s shadow to make her own life.

She also had a promise to keep, so she grabbed her duffle from her truck and slid into the passenger seat of Baz’s dodge charger. She needed to get to that house, just to see him again.

The summer of 1999

Julia was gone. Smurf had kicked her out, pregnant and hooked on drugs. She had thrown her son's other half to the curb simply because she loved a man she was not allowed to love. It tore Andrew apart that he didn’t go with her, he wanted to follow her badly but that woman kept her claws in deep.

His only comfort was Carmela Romano, Carmela was 16 when Julia was kicked out and it had ruined her. She screamed at Andrew for not standing up to Smurf, for not taking care of his twin.

“You can’t live under her shadow forever Andrew. Julia is smart, she'll make a living somehow but it won’t be good for her or the baby!” Carmela cried, pacing across the skate park. Her refusal to go back to the Cody House meant she and Andrew had to meet in secrecy. She loved him, maybe more than she’d ever loved anyone aside from her baby sister. But she would not stand for the way he was acting.

Smurf wouldn’t stand for it either. She didn’t approve of how much Andrew was leaving the house and how late he’d stay out because he was with Carmela. Smurf also couldn’t let Carmela knock sense into her oldest boy, she needed him under her control.

“Andrew, where have you been?” Smurf sat at the bar, drunker than she’d admit as her son slipped into the house late one night.

“With some friends.” He answered timidly, not meeting her eyes.

“Carmela isn’t someone we can trust anymore baby, she left us. That means she will rat on us, I love Adon but his daughter is a liability. Take care of her, will you baby?” Smurf had slipped off of her bar stool, her arms snaking around Andrew’s shoulders, hands resting on either side of his neck. Tears pricked in his eyes, everyone could tell how much he loved Carmela so of course he’d have to be the one to kill her. But Andrew always had a plan.

“Yes mommy, I’ll take care of it.” He nodded, staring down at her intently. Smurf smiled and placed a kiss to his lips, Andrew tried his best to not pull away. He had to play along.

Andrew walked to his room, grabbing as much cash as he had stashed in his vents. He paced the room for a while.

He didn’t want to do this.

He couldn’t kill her.

But Smurf always got what she wanted eventually, she’d made that crystal clear.

The gun on his nightstand was tucked safely into his jeans. He’d have to come back with some kind of evidence that he’d taken care of the body, bile rose in his throat at the thought of it all.

Killing Carmela. One of the only people who wasn’t afraid of him.

Never flinched when he lashed out. Always ready with a warm washcloth and a gentle hand when he messed up. The storm that raged outside mirrored the one raging in his heart. Kill Carmela, do the job. Run away with her, start over. But he couldn’t leave the boys, he would never leave Craig or Deran alone with Smurf and Baz: Julia would hate him for it.

The rain poured hard as Andrew pulled up across from Carmela’s house. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, still deciding if this was what he was going to do or not. Making his decision he cut the engine, every drop of rain hit the bone as he jogged across the street.

His fist rapped the window only twice, he was met with the window opening and Carmela’s concerned face.

“Andrew? What time is it? Did you get hurt?” Carmela furiously wiped the sleep from her eyes as Andrew crawled into her room.

“You have to get out of here.”

“What?”

“Out of Oceanside, hell out of California. Smurf wants you….gone.” The last word came out strangled. Carmela’s hands slowly fell from her face as she realized why he was there. Smurf had once again sent someone else to do her dirty work, she was punishing Andrew.

“Come with me.” Carmela stood before him, in the dark of her room. “Julia is gone, you and I both know Smurf has always had her sights on me anyways. But we could get away, find Julia and start over.”

Andrew stood silently in front of her shaking from the storm raging inside of him. He was already reaping the consequences of not standing up to Smurf with Julia…now he was faced with losing another. Carmela turned away from him and stepped closer with a paper in her hands.

“Is this…real?” He crinkled the enlistment form beneath him. Carmela was ready to get away, away from the crime and the blood…away from him. He tried to hide the anger and fear that he felt but his face betrayed him. He cringed at the way her hand slid up his face, always soft, always gentle.

“I can’t leave.” He bit out, eyes dark as he looked into hers. “If I stay I keep you safe. I have to keep the boys safe.” Carmela’s heart broke at those words, but he was right. If Andrew left, Smurf would move on to Craig and Deran who were much younger. Smurf always made Carmela stay in Deran's room ‘so he knew what a woman looked like in his bed’ but Carmela would always sleep on the floor, making sure no one came in.

“The Navy is just a way for me to find clean connections,” her words were soft, honest. “I will come back. And when I do we can start fresh, away from Smurf's shadow together.”

Andrew nodded slowly, remembering the gun that was pressed against his boxers. He grabbed the wad of cash from his hoodie and pressed it into her hands.

“Take it.”

“Andrew,” her eyes widened. “n-no I can’t.”

“You turn 17 in a month, then you’re eligible for early enlistment right? Well that’s enough cash for a hotel and food in San Diego for a month. Pack your shit as soon as I leave and get the hell out of here. Don’t come back.” He pressed a hard kiss to her lips, a kiss he put every word he didn’t know how to say into, and then he was gone.

He’d left her, with a wad of cash and a puddle where he stood, and she never saw him again. For 17 years she never saw him once, only hearing about him through word of mouth.

The Cody Compound looked the same as it always had: Lush green grass, beautiful multicolored flowers and high palm trees swaying in the breeze. Lena bolted out of the car as Baz threw it into park.

“So, what do I call you?” He asked, glaring at Carmela through a growing black eye.

“Cherry.” She answered simply. “Everyone calls me that, even J.” She’d earned the nickname after dying her hair red right before bootcamp, part of Smurf's appeal to her was that they looked very similar. Carmela was going to make sure they didn’t. Baz nodded, a slight frown on his face, before stepping out of the car.

“That was the longest beer run ever!” Craig hollered from the pool. “You missed Pope coming home!” He exclaimed with glee. Carmela froze slightly, what did Craig mean by ‘coming home’? He said it like Andrew had been gone for a long time. She twisted her auburn curls anxiously as she followed behind Baz into the backyard.

“You look like shit.” Deran commented, taking a swig from his beer before immediately eyeing Carmela. Deran looked the same as he did last time she spotted him at the beach. He’d been out for a surf competition and she’d been anonymously sponsoring him until he decided to give it up. His sharp green eyes zeroed in on her, she prayed if he recognized her he wouldn’t say anything. She always liked Deran, he was smarter than he let even himself believe.

“Who’s the hot chick?” Craig asked, smiling widely. Thank god he didn’t recognize her, she cringed internally at him calling her hot. They both noticed the limp in her step but said nothing.

“Got in a scuff with a guy over a job, she came to patch me up and Lena loves her so much she came with us.” Baz nodded.

“I’m Cherry.” She smiled, slightly raising her hand to awkwardly wave it, she needed to get off her feet.

“Grandma Smurf won’t you get in? PLEASE!!” Lena pleaded as she dashed out of the house in her swimsuit and into the pool. Craig lifted her up effortlessly and they both laughed as he helped her swim. Carmela smiled warmly at the sight.

“Not this time baby, grandma has a lot to do, we have to celebrate!” She smiled, but it quickly fell as she turned to face Baz and Carmela.

“Baz? What happened baby?” She walked to him quickly, her hands meeting his patched up face.

“Oh just a guy not wanting to help with a job, I took care of it.” He shrugged. “This is Cherry, she’s friends with Cath, Lena loves her and wanted her to come over if you have room for one more?”

“Thank you for helping patch up my boy, you’re more than welcome to stay!” Smurf smiled, it didn’t quite reach her eyes. The lump in Carmela’s throat grew.

“Thank you so much Ms. Cody. Could I use your bathroom?” Smurf nodded and told her where to go. Carmela already knew but she listened intently to keep up appearances. She hadn’t seen J yet and it worried her, she needed to find him and get out of the house before she saw any more memories.

Carmela walked into Andrew and Julia’s old bathroom, ripping off her scrub pants. Her prosthetic shined brightly from the sunlight, she carefully removed it. Her leg had been screaming for relief for hours and honestly she didn’t mind having to navigate the Cody house in crutches for a few hours. Throwing her scrubs into the bag she pulled on a pair of jeans that had been cut short and sewn on the right side to accommodate. She put her crutches together, working quickly to get back before anyone came looking.

She was so lost in thought she didn’t hear the door open, or the man who slipped in behind her.

“Carmela?” She would recognize that hoarse voice anywhere.

Carmela dropped her crutch and whipped around to see him. Andrew hadn’t changed, he just looked older. His eyes were harder, like he’d been in survival mode, his lush auburn curls had been shaved off completely. He stood before her shirtless, in a pair of swimming trunks.

Her eyes searched his widely, how did he know it was her immediately. He’d certainly put on more muscle since she saw him last, his large muscular arms caged her in against the sink. Her eyes moved from his face down his freckled body, stopping at the dip in between his pecs.

Andrew had always had problems, even before Julia left. Sometimes these…problems resulted in him showing up at Carmela’s house in the middle of the night needing stitches. In her time being gone she saw where her long clean scars were replaced with jagged, messy, angry scars. In the time she really knew Andrew he’d only tried to kill himself 3 times, each scar represented in that dip between his pecs.

If he cut his own heart out maybe it would all just go away, that’s what he thought. But looking at him now she saw four jagged scars around his chest…she left meaning he had to fix himself back up. Silent, angry and afraid. Carmela’s hand slowly reached out to touch the scars, but she was stopped by Andrew gripping her wrist tightly.

“What are you doing here?” He growled, eyes intensely locked on hers.

��Guess I couldn’t stay away. I’ve only been back for a couple years.” She answered honestly. “Where have you been?” That made him look away, only for a moment, before his eyes were back on hers.

“You’re the only one who’s recognized me.” She answered softly. His brows furrowed, mouth opening to speak only to close again. The minutes turned to hours as she watched a silent war wage inside him.

“I will never forget you, Carmela Romano, even long after I’m dead. However, you need to get the hell out before everyone else remembers you.” Before she remembers you. He had let her in and also pushed her away in one breath. Carmela only shook her head, explaining she was here for his nephew.

“Good. Take him, I don't want him here either.” He dropped her wrist, eyes moving from hers down her body. Carmela hadn’t put a shirt on yet and she could feel his eyes taking in the scars he hadn’t seen that now littered her body. They stopped at her leg, Carmela had made it 4 full tours- 10 years of full combat before getting the one injury that would leave her simply working at a military hospital.

It was a tale as old as time, an IED placed in the perfect spot and a group of unassuming Navy SEALS trying to find a camp. Carmela, of course, had been the one to step on it. One minute she was joking with her captain about having to make dirt soup dinner, seeing the deserted area they were trekking through, the next she had been in a coma for almost 2 months in a hospital in Germany.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only sometimes. Only when I don’t want it to.”

Andrew reached down, grazing the scar which sent a shiver up Carmela’s spine. Carmela’s eyes never left his face, watching the sea of emotions ripple and crash over it. She reached down and grabbed his hand, splaying it over her heart.

“This is real. It’s not a dream; it’s not a nightmare. Im here, and you didn’t do this” she emphasized, motioning to the stump where her leg used to be. “by sending me away.”

“You promised to come back.” His voice was barely above a whisper. His eyes slowly came back up to hers, and she could see the tiniest crack start to form in the walls he’d built since she left that night all those years ago.

“I did. And here I am. I’m starting with getting Joshua out of this house, then you.” Carmela gently pushed past Andrew in order to pull the shit that laid across her bag over her head. “Let’s get out there before they get suspicious.” She winked before taking her crutches in hand and walking out the door, she knew he watched her walk away and she was counting on it. Her life leading up to this moment was calculated on getting him back, she had to.

AHHH okay I really hope yall like this. kisses!! Gif by @sammy-bryant and dividers by @saradika

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