#okay nia that’s enough stop embarrassing yourself

[cuteniaarts]

In which Nia is making Hamilton fanart in 2023... this is a new low, even for me

THE HOLD this woman had on 13 year old me, you don’t get it, I was absolutely OBSESSED

I called myself the #1 Maria Reynolds stan, defender and apologist, read every single fic on Ao3, FF.Net AND Wattpad, spent days digging through every historical record available on the internet to find out everything there is to know about her, made a presentation about her for school... If you ever need a detailed biography which includes accurate dates, a map of where she lived during her lifetime, and the names of, among others, all her siblings, stepchildren, sons-in-law and great granddaughter, you know who to call

A.k.a: When Nia’s mental health is in the gutter, she turns to Broadway musicals to cope

[keijiism]

— felix nsft alphabet

minors and ageless blogs dni

note from nia: this took so long i'm so sorry to the anon who asked..guh...i think Any of my other felix hc posts can probably add more 😟☝️ i need to take a nap and find inner peace i think

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

first priority is asking how you're both doing and if you're alright

someone gets up to grab water and towels to clean up

he makes sure you use the washroom and takes a shower if needed

ohh kissing any sore spots or bruises ohh massages

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he thinks he has nice hands and thighs (because he does🤨)

he loves..all of you? that sounds so cheesy but i mean it in the most sincere way possible. he likes kissing your neck and the inside of your thighs if that idea makes you Giggle

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

big part of why he likes giving oral so much is because he likes tasting you . he's licking and swallowing all of it because he wants to, though the feeling in his chest is a nice bonus when you make him open his mouth and check if he took all of it and praise him

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

honestly he probably doesn't keep a lot of secrets ,, he ends up talking about things eventually

one that he'd be super embarrassed to talk about is getting wet dreams about you ,, especially if it happened before you were together . couldn't make eye contact but also couldn't stop Thinking About it and ended up jacking off later that night

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

stares...this guy was With Rime . come on.

he might be nervous and not trust himself at first but he has enough experience to figure out how to make you feel good without asking too much

he's also probably tried different kinks already so if you're inexperienced yourself he's able to take the lead

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

any position where he has easy access to looking at you and/or kissing you whether that's missionary or laying down facing each other or one of you on the other's lap . your choice

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

usually pretty serious and Into it but he's no enemy of sessions where you get to giggle and joke and be soft

more prone to making jokes and stumbling over himself if you're about to try something new that day

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

probably trims just so he can feel ? cleaner? neat ? and also wants to make it easier for you when you're giving him head hello :100:

the carpet is matching yes yes

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he loves being intimate !! he loves it so much it's very important !!

even when it's a rougher session if you manage to kiss him on the nose and say i love you at some point he gets all [blubbering mess, stuttering noises] before getting whiplash when you go faster again

he always makes sure you're okay and stops if you hurt yourself or cramp or anything

if you were feeling insecure/upset it's body worship time baby ! he loves you a lot and wants you to remember that

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he did it when he needed to destress a lot but once you're together he likes coming to you instead. why would he imagine you wrapped around him when you're like 2 doors down

and i'm not Not saying that he didn't think of you while he read his smut. that he didn't try out saying your name awkwardly at first before he got used to it and then whimpered your name when he came harder than he ever had before

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

canonically you have the choking and exhibitionism (I'm Pretty Sure.) and i guess handcuffs

he's open to almost anything but i'll say it again,, overstim, creampies, humiliation/praise, being tied up, etc. etc.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

he likes the bedroom away from prying eyes

might prefer the bed because of Comfort reasons and it's easy to switch positions and such but really he'll use any surface around

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

you could give him a look. One sort of horny look. run your fingers down the nape of his neck or over his shoulders. he's ready

if you're wearing an outfit and looking Particularly Good his head starts spiralling into thinking of what it'd be like to take it off

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i said it before but i don't see him heavily injuring or degrading his s/o (humiliation is fine though smh). makes him uncomfortable and it feels awkward coming from him

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

cue rime saying "and what a skilled tongue it is." yeah ok. felix is really good And enthusiastic i get it. he can get pretty messy if you don't switch to doing something else. he'll just stay down there if you want him to

likes being in either position but leans a little towards giving

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Yes :thumbs_up: depends on the day, he's willing to do either but it's usually pretty fast? from 1 to 10 it averages at like uhhh 7-ish if you let him decide

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

not really against them, they just aren't what he'd want to do . if there's a way or place to take his time he might wait

if he's really needy he'll take you away to some corner and won't say no if you do the same

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he's willing to try out most things at least once with enough prep and conversation about it . he trusts you and also wants to make sure you're happy as long as you do the same and respect any boundaries he finds

if you mean like,, risk being caught . you can touch him under the table and see how long he can last but he's moving as fast as possible when it's time to leave

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

doesn't last super long especially if you're teasing him but he can go multiple rounds (averages at 3/4-ish) which is a great combo for overstimming

if he's taken the dom role he might be able to last a little longer because you're the priority

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

yes, yes, and a third yes

felix fucking himself on his favourite toy while he presses his cock into you . felix pulling out two toys for each of you to use while the other watches . okay alright

also is it a hot take if i say felix would be down with monster fucking. even past like,, vampires,, i don't know What they have in astraea but am i being problematic if i said he'd have dildos for this given the chance..guh...moving on

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

switch felix my beloved. oh he loves it so much he loves seeing you try to make him move and pinning you down

goes on until he gets needy himself and just wants to fuck you </3 or if you whine enough and he decides to have mercy because who's he to make you wait any longer

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he's so vocal all the time he can't help it . he doesn't start off loud,, he moans and whimpers a lot but if you hit him in the right spot his moans gets louder and then he's crying and begging for you

also likes telling you how good you feel and praising you :100:

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

really likes thigh-highs and garters . either you or him

i also need to say that this guy has thought Multiple times of fucking you at night on the kitchen counter while he's down there

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

. . .pretty? help . he isn't that thick but he's a little longer than average and still manages to hit you where you want to be hit so who's really complaining here

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

it's already high. obviously. i think about what he said in chapter 12 on a semi-regular basis. it somehow gets higher when you get together,, he's down if you're down and is willing to do it multiple times throughout the day.

if it's just you two around . watch out 🤨!

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he might lay there for a while trying to rest/catch his breath but he always stays up long enough to make sure you both clean up. if he was the sub and is super tired he'll take longer though and you'll have to take over

once you're ready for bed he's basically out like a light after he gets comfortable

[luxekook]

intimidation | myg

⇥ pairing: yoongi x reader

⇥ genre: fluff, a lil touch of smut, college AU

⇥ summary: in which you think Yoongi is intimidating bc of his dark clothing and his quiet ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude… but then someone makes him laugh and you watch as his face lights up in the cutest gummy smile complete with shining eyes and blushing cheeks and BOOM you’re whipped for that boy

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: dirty talk, light smut, cursing

⇥ sequel: intensity

Thursday, September 28th – 11:16am

Min Yoongi intimidated the living hell out of you.

While the boy in question was not all that tall or all that muscular, there was admittedly something in his aura that just screamed ‘big dick energy’... Not that you’d ever get the chance to confirm that hypothesis. You weren’t even sure you wanted to.

Shoulders slumping, you shifted your peripheral gaze off of Yoongi and back onto your professor as she droned on about evolution. Your shared Introduction to Biology class inspired an odd mix of dread and excitement every Tuesday/Thursday morning as a consequence of Min Yoongi’s sheer presence.

Your mind drifted back to the first class of the semester about a month ago...

Arriving in the lecture hall indicated on your class schedule, you took a seat in the middle of the room. You were spoiled for choice given that you had arrived fifteen minutes early for lecture. The first day of classes was always stressful for you, given your tendency to get lost within the many buildings on campus as well as your hatred for lateness.

As the room filled with more and more students, you shuffled through your backpack. “Where the hell is it?” you muttered, searching for your planner where you would jot down important notes.

Finally, you spotted it wedged in between two of your folders. Grasping it in triumph, you tugged it out of your backpack and placed it on your desk. Glancing back up, you found the coldest pair of brown eyes staring back at you.

“Is anyone sitting there?” The question came in a slow drawl, all rough and lazy. Long fingers adorned in rings shifted as the boy pointed towards the empty seat next to you. God, he was offensively good-looking.

You blinked and shook your head, “No, have at it.” His gaze pinned you in place for a few more brief seconds before his chin lifted in acknowledgment and he slumped into place beside you.

You had learned absolutely nothing that first class. Or any subsequent class that Min Yoongi deigned with his presence. The odds were about 50/50 on any given day.

Today, his presence was wreaking havoc on your nervous system. Since the initial encounter on your first day of class, the amount of words exchanged between the two of you could be counted on one hand. Last week he had asked you for your notes from a previous class he had missed, and you almost burned from the inside out with embarrassment as he took in your impeccably organized and color-coded notes with raised eyebrows and a slight smirk.

“Were you planning on framing these?” he had asked while snapping a quick series of photos of your notebook pages. In response, you had scowled, pulling your notebook out of his reach.

You were a nerd. You knew that. But you didn’t like being made fun of for it. Especially by a boy as arrogantly apathetic as Min fucking Yoongi.

Therefore, you were doing your absolute best to ignore him today. The hour and a half of class dragged by so slowly you thought you might have grown a couple gray hairs by the time your professor dismissed everyone.

Rushing to pack up your belongings and multitude of colored pens, a small slip of paper dropped onto your desk. Confused, you immediately glanced up to find the source and found Yoongi sauntering away from you, black backpack hitched over one shoulder carelessly.

Fingers shaking, you opened the hastily folded paper: “(y/n) – Sorry if I made you upset last class. I only meant to extend my compliments to the artist... – MYG.”

Compliments to the—Min Yoongi was so full of shit. But you couldn’t fight the small smile that spread across your face.

“(y/n) ... (y/n) ... (y/n)!”

The sound of your name shook you from your thoughts. Your roommate Nia decided that wasn’t enough and she shoved you in the arm.

“Ow, what the hell, Nia?” you grumbled, rubbing your left bicep dramatically.

Nia scoffed, “You’re staring into your bland salad like it holds the key to the universe. What’s up with you?”

Stabbing said salad with your fork, you waved your well-lettuced utensil in your roommate’s face, “What’s up is that I cannot stand Min Yoongi! He walks around looking like god’s gift to anyone attracted to men. Then, he has the audacity to critique my notes and give me a half-assed apology with further ridicule? The nerve! The gall!”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Nia cut off your rampage succinctly, “Min Yoongi apologized to you? We are talking about the same Min Yoongi, right? Bleached hair? Piercings? General hatred for life?”

You nodded. Nia’s eyebrows rose to new heights, “We must contact the historians. This is one for the books.”

Rifling through your planner, you pulled out the note Yoongi left you and thrust it in Nia’s direction, “Look!”

Unfolding the small torn paper, you watched as Nia’s eyes darted back and forth... and back and forth... and back and forth.

“Well?”

Nia’s wide eyes lifted to yours, “(y/n) ... Min Yoongi is flirting with you.”

You choked on your lettuce, “What? Where on earth are you getting that? He’s clearly roasting me.”

“Nope,” Nia threw the note back at you, “Clearly flirting. Damn, Min Yoongi is into my best friend? This is wild! Okay, you first need to get on that, and then you need introduce me to Park Jimin.”

“Are you insane?” Your outburst gained annoyed looks from the surrounding students in the dining hall and you lowered your voice, “I am not ‘getting on’ anyone!”

Rolling her eyes, Nia stared pointedly to the right, “So if I'm hearing you correctly, you’re saying that you don’t find him attractive?”

Your eyes followed her line of vision and landed on none other than your topic of conversation. 

God, he looked good. Even surrounded by his group of attractive friends, Yoongi stood out to you. You were just about to glance away when it happened.

Kim Seokjin’s windshield wiper laugh burst through the cacophony of conversations, following what must have been one of his famously so-bad-they’re-good jokes.

And then Min Yoongi smiled.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you watched his eyes crinkle, his cheeks turn a pretty pink and, his smile to widen into the cutest, most devastating gummy smile you had ever seen in your entire life.

“Holy fuck.” You exhaled. It was official. You were fucking whipped.

“Yup, that’s what I thought,” Nia’s smug tone pulled your focus away from this new version of Yoongi you were desperate to know, “Still going to deny that you want to jump his bones?”

“...No.”

You were scared shitless by Nia’s maniacal grin in response to your admission.

“Excellent,” she smirked, her palms rubbing together like a plotting villain, “Here’s what we’re going to do...”

Friday, September 29th – 10:34pm

Your hands tugged at the hem of the short leather miniskirt Nia loaned you for the night as your stomach flipped more times than Simone Biles’ floor routine.

Damn, you were nervous.

When Nia talked you into attending Kim Taehyung’s party, you had agreed pretty easily. You both had reasoned that Yoongi might not even be there; and, if he was, you would just see if he would approach you.

It had seemed so simple in the moment, but now as you grasped your beer you realized that nothing regarding Min Yoongi was simple. Since arriving about twenty minutes ago, you and Nia had immediately been recruited for beer pong by Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Unable to crush Nia’s dreams of hooking up with Jimin, you had agreed immediately even though you were both absolutely terrible at the game.

Jimin and Jungkook now only had one cup left to make, while you and Nia had five. You dipped the pong ball into the designated cup of water to clean it, took aim and watched in glee as the ball sailed into the front cup.

“Oh, fuck yes!” You and Nia high-fived, taking in the rare victory. Opening her mouth to respond, Nia’s words died in her throat as she looked over your shoulder.

“What is it?” you began to turn to see what was so alarming to your friend.

“No!” Nia hissed, “Don’t you dare turn around. Min Yoongi is staring at you like you’re a five-course meal and he’s starving.”

Your soul left your body, only to be snapped back into place with the interrupting cheers from Jimin and Jungkook as they sunk their last cup.

“Good game!” Jungkook’s arm wrapped around you in a half-hug. You shoot Nia a look, but she’s completely occupied in conversation with Jimin. Jungkook’s arm fell to encircle your waist when you felt it – the weight of a certain someone’s gaze.

You barely registered Jimin and Nia’s exit from the pong table and onto the makeshift dancefloor in Taehyung’s living room. And when Jungkook suggested getting another drink from the kitchen you almost shouted in agreement. Anything to escape the eyes you knew were glued to you.

He’s just a boy, you tried to remind yourself, you could handle Min Yoongi.

You followed Jungkook into the cramped kitchen, nodding along to whatever story he’s rambling on about. Locating the vast array of alcohol scattered along the kitchen island, you grabbed a solo cup and fixed yourself a rum and coke.

“...and then Jin-hyung said ‘It’s burgundy!’” You tuned back in to Jungkook’s story just in time to laugh in the appropriate place. You felt bad. Jungkook was cute and sweet, but just not your type.

“Jungkook,” a low voice broke through your shared laughter.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in alarm as he turned to face the intruder, “Yoongi-hyung! Wh-what’s up?”

Yoongi’s gaze narrowed; Jungkook gulped, “Bye, (y/n)-noona.”

You watched in horror as Jungkook literally scrambled out of the room to get away from you and Yoongi.

“Why’d you do that?” You looked up at Yoongi.

Damn, he looked good. His blonde locks were tousled like he had been running his hands through it and his cheeks were slightly flushed – probably from drinking.

Yoongi ignored your question, shooting a look at the group of boys occupying the kitchen counter space next to you and they immediately made themselves scarce.

His dark gaze turned back to you, “Why Jungkook?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“Why were you talking to Jungkook, (y/n)?” Yoongi moved closer to you, backing you into the counter behind you, “That boy couldn’t handle you.”

Your eyebrows quirked up, “And why’s that?”

“Because, baby, all that hair, all that ass, and all that attitude needs a man to give you what you want and what you need.”

You struggled to formulate an answer as you watched as he took a long sip of his beer, his eyes continuing to burn into yours.

“Are you drunk, Min Yoongi?”

“Lil’ bit,” he muttered and shot you a devastating half-smile, “But still sober enough to appreciate how goddamn good you look right now.”

Your mouth opened and closed several times before you choked out, “I thought you hated me?”

His hand darted through his hair as his jaw flexed once… twice, “Not even close.”

“But you don’t talk to me... you made fun of my notes!”

“I don’t talk to you because I think you’re so fucking cute with your colored pens and your oversized sweatshirts and your overused planner. I don’t talk to you because I want to ruin you and worship you all at once.”

All air had escaped your lungs at this point. You let out a jagged breath as Yoongi suddenly slid his hands around your waist.

He scooped you off the floor and placed you on the edge of the counter. Your arms circled his shoulders instinctually and his grip tightened on your hips. When he glanced down at you, he let out a rough breath, sounding like you were torturing him.

Turning to the side, you tried to hide from his intensity behind the curtain of your hair, but he just pushed it back behind your ear.

“Yoongi, please…” Your desperate words left your mouth subconsciously, the feeling of his lips so close to yours made your pulse race and your head spin.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse and his pupils dilated, “I’ll give you anything. Just ask.”

“Kiss me?” You barely finished asking your question before Yoongi’s lips slammed onto your own.

He kissed you like he wanted to own you – and to have you own him. Gravity tried to drag you down off the counter and your mouths separated in a gasp. Yoongi hoisted you up higher with a firm hand on the back of your thigh.

Hooking your leg around his slim waist, you tugged him into you, feeling every inch of his body respond to your touch. He breathed heavily as you dragged your nails down his back slowly, provokingly. You felt his responding groan rumble deep from within his chest.

His free hand latched into your hair and tugged your lips back to his. You both moaned as his tongue circled yours, twining around it, enticing yours to follow.

You swore the way Min Yoongi kissed could be felt all the way down to your bones.  

His kisses got greedier, more desperate as he seemed to be trying to memorize the taste of your mouth on his. “God-fucking-damn," he panted, pulling back slightly and resting his forehead on yours.

You smiled, completely fucked out. His fingertips dragged down your skin slowly until he reached your waist. His hands slid up under your shirt, and he rested his palms against your skin, fingers splayed down over your hips. His hold was undeniably possessive.

Shifting his head into the crevice of your neck, Yoongi muttered, “Go out with me, (y/n).”

The only answer your last few braincells could formulate was a garbled “Mkay”. But judging from the smile you felt against your pulse point, it was good enough for him.

a/n: originally was going to make this fic about jungkook (inspired by this post), but I decided I needed to write it about Yoongi bc he is baby

© luxekook. please do not repost, modify, edit or translate.

[c-optimistic]

Great! I asked because if you didnt take prompts I wanted to be respectful of it, also okay if you dont feel like doing it or if you take your time, I admire and appreciate all your work. It's an angsty one😅 after the supergirl reveal, all the events and their drifting apart, Kara and Lena are rekindling their friendship, kara tells lena she's in love with her, lena confesses her feelings too but tells kara that after everything they cant be more than friends, angst here, then a happy ending 😁

“You’re my Lois,” she said softly, almost to herself. 

(It had been on her mind for days and weeks and months now, words she was afraid to fully verbalize, thoughts and feelings she wasn’t sure she quite wanted to string into something coherent. 

But now, in the silence, in their solitude, the words slipped out as easy as breathing, slipped out without her consent, her knowledge, her desire.)

Lena didn’t turn towards her, just wrapped her arms tighter around herself to stave off the chilly bite of the air. “I don’t know what that means,” she finally offered, voice terribly soft, eyes still focused on the city lights below them. 

(National City was beautiful in the fall. Parks turned orange and yellow and red, pumpkins and cartoon turkeys and the strong scent of cinnamon could be found on every street corner. Jackets got dusted off and pulled on, scarves wound their way around people’s necks, the smell of hot chocolate seemed to permeate the air. 

And Lena looked at home in the fall. Her hair was down more often than not, gentle curls framing her face. She was wrapped in soft sweaters and warm colors, looking gentler, calmer, more at ease.

And she was, in every way, Kara’s Lois.) “It’s...I—well.” Explaining was harder than she thought. Giving meaning to what she said was harder than she expected. “You’re the one I’d spin the world the opposite direction for, you know?” “Don’t be ridiculous, Kara,” Lena scoffed, turning away from the city and meeting Kara’s eyes briefly before walking through the sliding glass doors and back into her apartment. Kara followed sullenly behind. “What good would that even do?” “Turns back time,” Kara joked softly, watching Lena pour herself a glass of wine. Once maybe, days and weeks and months ago, she would have offered Kara a glass as well. Now she just set the bottle aside and sipped slowly, as if daring Kara to comment. “Why would you want to turn back time for me? And what does this have to do with Lois?” She seemed genuinely confused, and Kara realized she needed to be more direct. 

(In and of itself, it was a scary thought. She didn’t want to confess her feelings and be rebuffed. She didn’t want to tell the truth and leave herself open to...what, pain? A lack of reciprocation? Laughter at her expense?

And yet, and yet...Lena was her Lois, and she was worth it all the same.)

“What I’m trying to say,” Kara tried again, biting on her lip as she attempted to find the right words, beginning to think there were only three, not quite sure how to gather the courage to say them. “Remember Mon-El?” she said, switching tactics.

“Vaguely,” Lena responded, amused. She walked over to her kitchen, pulled out a kettle, a mug, and a packet of hot chocolate mix (an item she only kept at her place because she knew about Kara’s preference for it over tea). “What about him?” she asked as she put the water to boil, raising her eyebrow and looking at Kara expectantly. 

“When I sent him away, chose to save everyone over keeping him, Clark told me he could never do that,” Kara explained, that moment etched into her memory, inescapable and dare she say profound in the absence of feeling. “He said if it came down to keeping Lois or the world...well, he wouldn’t know what to do.”

Lena looked down, focusing on pouring the boiling water into the mug and adding the hot cocoa mix, stirring it in slowly. “Oh,” she whispered finally, pushing the mug towards Kara, “that’s what you mean about my being your Lois.”

“Lena, I—”

“—to be honest, though,” Lena interrupted, frowning, “I don’t think you have a Lois.” 

(Well, if anything could make those three words Kara wanted to say shrink back into their shell, it was that.

And for it to be said so casually, so abruptly, so utterly convincingly, as though there wasn’t any doubt in Lena’s mind. Well. That more than hurt, that felt vaguely offensive.)

“That’s so—”

“—you’re too,” Lena waved her hands, struggling with finding a word, “honorable,” she finally settled on. “You believe in duty, in sacrifice, in putting everyone before you.” She smiled, looking inexplicably proud, and picked up her wine glass, taking a small sip. “You’re too selfless. If it came down to it, Kara, you’d break your own heart a thousand times over for the world.” 

Kara blinked, wondering how Lena misinterpreted her. “No, Lena, I’m saying—”

“—no, I know,” Lena interrupted, setting her wine aside and walking over to stand in front of Kara, so close that Kara could practically smell the alcohol on Lena’s breath. Rather than meet Lena’s eyes, Kara kept her gaze on the ceiling. “And I love you, too. But we’re not Clark and Lois.” 

(And oh, Lena got it. She got it and she was braver than Kara, laying the words out there, giving the feelings between them a name, finally, finally, calling it what it was.

Love. She loved Lena.)

“I don’t pull off the suit as well as he does, I know,” Kara joked sadly, eyes still on the ceiling, knowing where Lena was going with this. 

(It was too soon. It was too much. It was too hard.)

“Kara,” Lena admonished, forcing Kara to meet her gaze. Kara’s vision was a little blurred, so she wasn’t quite sure if those were tears in Lena’s eyes or if her allergies were just working up again. “We can’t,” Lena told her, voice trembling. 

“Right. No. Of course.”

“Kara, after everything, being friends is hard enough, do you really—”

“—I said I got it,” Kara interrupted, blinking, horrified when her vision cleared and she felt something wet roll down her cheeks. She was crying. Crying. How utterly embarrassing. 

(She looked away again, unwilling to see pity in Lena’s expression, unwilling to confirm for herself that what was welling up in Lena’s eyes was indeed allergies. 

She looked away again, because she was willing to break her heart a thousand times over for the world, but she didn’t know how to cope with her breaking heart now.)

“I’m just.” She stopped, heaved a breath, and nodded curtly. “Just friends sounds good. But I’m going to go now.” She stepped back from Lena, practically power-walked towards the balcony door, stopping only when she felt something tug on her cape.

“Kara,” Lena began, but Kara didn’t turn. Couldn’t turn. Whatever courage Lena had been on when she’d managed to say the words Kara couldn’t seemed to fade, however, and she released her grip on Kara’s cape and pulled back. “You pull the suit off way better than him, don’t sell yourself short.” 

(It wasn’t what Lena wanted to say, Kara didn’t need the uptick of Lena’s heartbeat or the soft, regretful sigh she released a moment after the words escaped her lips. 

It wasn’t what Lena wanted to say, but it was what she did say, and Kara managed nothing more than a strangled laugh in response, taking off into the night and leaving Lena and a mug of hot chocolate untouched behind her.)

xxx

The next time she saw Lena was at game night.

(This was not for a lack of trying on Lena’s part. She’d invited Kara to lunch, to coffee, to a variety of science-related events—even Lena’s TED Talk—but Kara had declined them all, citing work or Supergirl-catastrophes.

Finally, Lena had sent a text reading just hmph, and Kara had spent the rest of the afternoon asking Nia if it was a good or bad hmph.) 

Game night, however, Kara couldn’t avoid. Namely, because it was at her own apartment. She had managed to avoid directly inviting Lena, resorting instead to a group chat message, something that had Nia shaking her head and muttering “children.” 

(And rationally, Kara knew better. She knew that she was supposed to be a better friend, that they were working on repairing their tattered and bruised friendship, that they needed to reestablish all those lines of communication and trust that had been burned to the ground. 

She knew, but she struggled. She struggled with the thought of looking at Lena and not thinking about how much she loved her, not thinking that Lena felt the same way, not thinking that had she been better—a better friend, a more honest friend, a kinder friend—then there would have been nothing in the way of her reaching out to take Lena by the hand, tug her forward, chase her lip, and—

Well. All those were things she was determinedly not trying to think of.) 

She was a bit of a mess by the time Lena arrived, looking as beautiful and breathtaking as ever, a bag of takeout in her hand, an unsure smile on her lips. 

“Are you sure?” Lena whispered, not entering Kara’s apartment. “If this is too much—”

“—I want you here,” Kara cut in, not really embarrassed by how desperate she sounded. Because now that she was looking at Lena, she forgot why she had wanted to maintain distance in the first place. Self-preservation no longer seemed very important to her. “I always want you with me.” 

“As a friend,” Lena added, cheeks flushed, suddenly very interested in her shoes, her heart pounding away, teeth digging into her bottom lip. 

Kara wasn’t sure what it all meant. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. So instead, she responded with the honesty she should’ve afforded Lena sooner—the honesty her best friend was owed. “In any capacity you’ll have me,” she said.

Lena didn’t respond, but as she walked by to enter Kara’s apartment, the fingers of her free hand ran over the inside of Kara’s hand, barely brushing over Kara’s palm, really, and it was like an electric shock, leaving Kara paralyzed to the spot until Alex took pity on her and unrooted her—physically dragging her over to the food and games.

(And the entire night, as Kara flexed the hand Lena touched repeatedly, she noticed that every time she looked over at Lena, Lena was already looking at her.

And the entire night, as Nia muttered “children” under her breath, Kara began to hope.)

xxx

As the weeks dragged on and Lena showed no signs of wanting anything to evolve between them, much of that hope evaporated. She was only holding onto the last tendrils when she had to show up at L-Corp (again) to stop some madman’s mad henchmen from trying to kill Lena (again). 

When the men were appropriately stopped and detained, Kara found herself on the balcony with Lena (again), staring out at the city (this too, again). Lena wasn’t drinking anything, and she wasn’t dressed in her soft sweaters. Instead, she was wearing a navy suit, hair pulled tightly back, hands in her pockets as she leaned against the balustrade, eyes on Kara. 

“You took awhile to get here,” Lena finally said, and Kara turned to her, a little offended.

“There was a fire, Lena. I had to make sure it was out before—”

“—but I thought I was your Lois?” she interrupted, with more than a little snark. Kara straightened, standing at her full height as she approached Lena.

“First of all, low blow. Secondly, you said it yourself, I don’t have a Lois. Maybe you need to find a less honorable friend,” Kara told her, eyes narrowed. 

Lena didn’t look sorry. If anything, she seemed...content. “I’ve been thinking about it, you know?” She tugged her hands out of her pockets, and Kara thought her heart slammed to a halt when Lena reached out and placed her hands on Kara’s shoulders, drawing her in. “I think the truth is,” she continued, hands sliding across Kara’s shoulders, interlocking behind Kara’s neck, “you’re my Lois. Because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you, even give up a chance at something more, something I really want, because I was scared it wouldn’t work and I’d lose you completely.” 

“Something you really want, huh?” Kara said, her heart jumpstarting at the feeling of Lena’s fingers against her neck, at the way Lena’s thumbs rubbed gently against the base of her skull, at the way Lena leaned up, pressing their foreheads together. “Are you still scared?”

“Terrified,” Lena breathed. “But I figure I could be a little more like you, potential heartbreak and all.”

Kara tried to nod, managing nothing more than gently head-butting Lena and making her laugh. “We probably need to figure out a better way to describe how we feel about each other, I think my cousin and Lois may get concerned—”

“—Kara?” Lena interrupted, pulling away just a bit.

“Yeah?”

“We can definitely talk about this if you want. Or you could just kiss me. Whichever you prefer.” 

(In the end, it was an easy choice.

And judging from the way Lena sighed into her mouth, she felt the same way.)

[ushisrever]

BER MONTH

Pair: Kageyama Tobio x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 800+

Summary: It's the first day of September. Your boyfriend is a bit culture shock with all the Christmasy feelings around him

A/N: Happy Ber month. I'm sure every Filipino out there knows that once the Ber month starts, the Christmas-y feelings begin to spread everywhere. And it would always start with Jose Mari Chan's Christmas song. Also, this is unedited. So, apologies lol

Kageyama stands confused in front of a new section in the department store. He looks at the different Christmas tree products displayed. He turns and sees shelves and tables of different Christmas design ornaments. He frowns when he hears that familiar song "Christmas in our hearts" you played this morning playing at the speaker.

He turns to you who is fondly looking at the small Christmas-y looking small houses on tje table.

"I-I don't get it," he said. You turn to him seeing that usual cold looking demeanor. Though, you do know he means well. He's just culture shock, that's all.

"It's only September and they're already selling Christmas decorations?" He added.

"That's just the Filipino way. So much that we love Christmas, we get more excited when the Ber months arrive," You walk over to the Christmas trees.

"So that's why you're playing that Christmas song this morning," he added.

You nodded with a smile. "It's a little tradition I make for myself. The moment September 1 arrives, I make sure to play that famous Christmas song. It just makes me feel like there is something great to wait for," you said with a smile.

Kageyama looks back again at all the decorations being sold. "What do you like about it?"

"About Christmas?" He nods to the question.

"Well...there's so many things I love about it. I guess I just really love the pure happiness it brings? I know it sounds cheesy, but I just really like the tradition. I like to buy gifts for people, wrap them myself, and give them on that day. I like the idea of making food for relatives who come to visit. They just visit. No need for invitations of whatnot. There's also the idea of pamamasko,"

You sigh remembering all the childhood memories and Christmas day memories that just fills you with joy. A sweet smile draws on your face which makes Kageyama just a ball of butterflies in his stomach. He knew it's a different kind of smile. And he hopes to see you smile like that all the time.

"I have so many reasons. I think you'll realize more if you see it yourself. Though," you look back at the decorations around. "...I think this is enough as a start to say how much we love Christmas. Well, how much I love it,"

Kageyama nods and a small smile slips at the corner of his lips. "See it for myself. Are you introducing me to your parents?" He raises both his eyebrows.

Your eyes wide open at the realization. "Oh, I mean- I mean if you're comfortable too?"

A bit of nervousness broke through you. You've never exactly properly introduced him to your family before. You've told them about him, but they haven't exactly seen or met him yet. You do not if it's a big deal as well for others to introduce their significant others to their parents, but a part of you is just plain nervous about the whole idea. You've never done such a thing.

He takes a step closer to you and pushes a strand of hair away from your eyes. "I'm fine with it. It would be nice to meet them once and for all...and you could probably introduce me as your fiance?"

You nod, but you don't get to process what you were nodding to until a few seconds later. Your eyes shot to his. He chuckles at the reaction.

"Wh-what?"

Kageyama rubs the back of his head in embarrassment. "Well, I-I was planning on proposing...yesterday,"

"YESTERDAY?" You may have shouted louder than usual making other people look your way.

"Yah! Don't shout. Yes. Yesterday. We were supposed to have dinner, right? However, you had to cancel because of your friend in the hospital," He explained. He pulls out a ring box and shows it to you.

Your heart may have stopped beating for a second at the sight of the ring box. What more if you see the ring and hear the question?

"Wait, I don't think this is the right place to do it. I was told it's supposed to be somewhere romantic," he looks around.

"I'll ask you later at dinner. Let's go to-"

You laugh. "Are you torturing me, Tobio?"

"Wh-"

"Do you think I would be able to sit still knowing you'll propose to me?"

You could see Tobio's confusion or uncertainty on what he must do. He was told setting matters. He was told that a very romantic speech is imperative. Those are the two parts of an equation to make you say yes.

But then...you're really just a simple person.

Why does the setting and a romantic speech matter at all?

"I don't think you'll also ever going to be able to think properly as well for the whole time we're here, so you might as well pop the question," you smile.

"Oh...okay,"

Then, he opens the ring box showing a beautiful diamond ring inside.

"Um...y/n, will you marry me?"

"Yes. Yes! Definitely, yes," a smile creeps kore to his lips as he slips the ring on your ring finger. You did not wait any longer and wrap your hands around him tight and pepper him with kisses all over his face.

This might be the best early Christmas present you've ever received.

NIA’S MASTERLIST 

[wulfies-kpop-fanfics]

One Photo → Mark Lee [9] [END]

↳  Pairing: Mark Lee/Reader

↳  AU: Soulmate!AU - The first touch of two soulmates permanently scars their bodies.

↳  Warning: angst if you squint

↳  Word count: 2,857

↳  Chapters: Prelude | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | You Are Here!

⁙ Summary: For an end of the year photography project, you’re tasked with taking a photograph for your favourite group, NCT127, and coincidentally, discover your soulmate.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TUESDAY - 9

Day by day, things got steadily worse. Your body was constantly giving out, you had trouble breathing, and whenever you ate something, you always managed to throw it back up. The weight loss and iron deficiency you had developed after the last periods you’ve had led to four clinic visits and one hospital scare. You tried to play it off to your boss, but enough was enough and you knew you were going to be let go.

It took a lot of thinking, but you had finally decided to do what you had to. So, there you stood, taping the last box closed. You had sold your final possession besides your bed and your oldest camera, handing the sealed box to the buyer who had been standing in your kitchen. “Thank you,” he said, smiling gently at you. “This is gonna make my daughter really happy. I…” he cleared his throat awkwardly; “I hope that you get better soon.” 

You nodded, holding your breath for a moment to avoid coughing in his direction. “Of course. I hope she uses that camera well, it helped me a lot when I started college.” 

After he left, you looked over the bare-boned atmosphere of your apartment. Your coffee table was gone, your bookshelf, your easel. Your little television, table and chair, and nearly all of your glassware and cutlery had been sold as well. Walking into your room, the only things that were left were your tote of movies with all of Mark’s cards and letters tucked inside, and a backpack with a second outfit, toiletries and your camera stuffed in it. Even your bed was stripped just to the bottom sheet, the summer hot enough and your fever high enough that you didn’t need blankets anyway. Today was finally the day you had finally procured enough money for a plane ticket, a one-way trip that hopefully would relieve the pain in your heart and the crushing pressure in your head. 

While you lay in your bed, waiting for the night to pass, your phone, one of the last things you had to keep with you, buzzed. Rhiannon: How are you doing

You: I can never tell anymore

Rhiannon: Johnny, Hyuckie and I are going to meet you at the airport tomorrow. Mark’s getting pretty bad

Worry filled your chest, and you frowned at your screen.

You: Is he going to be okay? Rhiannon: we don’t know. He’s completely bedridden, I just hope that you don’t end up that way before your flight. I’m worried that they might not even let you on. 

You: I have to try

Rhiannon: I know…  

Rhiannon: I’ll see you soon, okay? I miss you

You: I miss you too. 

At this point, getting onto your flight was the least of your worries. After putting down your phone, you mad managed to get about ten minutes of rest before you had to run to your bathroom to throw up the measly dinner you had put together with the small food budget you had set for yourself. Once you were sure your stomach had settled, you went back into your backpack and pulled out your toothbrush, returning to the bathroom to clean out your mouth.

Looking into the mirror above your sink, you noticed how bad you had really gotten. Your cheeks were hollow, your skin pale and underneath your sunken eyes were the works dark circles you’ve ever had. You brushed as slowly as you could, hoping that you wouldn’t start to feel nauseous again. After spitting and rinsing out the sink, you decided that maybe it would be better to just get up and go to the airport now. 

You left your house key for the landlord on your kitchen counter with a note about where the spare was, stepping outside and locking the house with the spare, hiding it under your doormat before heading toward the elevator and beginning your journey. 

Occasionally you’d lose your footing, your balance off and your legs weak. You would grab onto the wall to steady yourself, hoping that you wouldn’t pass out. About an hour of subway and streetcar riding, you finally made it to the airport. It was chilling to see so many eyes on you. You knew that coming in this condition would get you multiple looks and passing disgusted faces, but you felt like you were passed feeling embarrassed. The teller looked at you sympathetically when you asked for the Delta non-stop flight to Incheon.

“Soulmate?” She asked, tilting her head curiously when you slid her your ID and your debit card, all of the money you had from selling your things on it. Just enough to pay for your ticket. 

“Yeah. Almost two years since I’ve seen him.” “My God,” she gasped, typing away on her keyboard. “It’s good you’re going now, I could never survive being away from my soulmate for that long. I was away from mine for a month when he was on a business trip and I was hospitalized!” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you rasp, watching her smile sadly in your direction. “I hope things go well for you. Have a safe flight to South Korea.” She slid your ticket, debit card, ID and itinerary over her desk, watching you slowly reach out to grab it. “Get lots of rest when you land.” “Thank you, I’ll try.” Feeling a little more pleasant after being wished well, you continued on your way. Through customs, the security check and the passport check, you did your best to keep back any coughing and the creeping feeling of nausea that was beginning to overwhelm you. Finally, you arrived in the boarding area, taking a seat with your bag on the floor, in between your knees. It was still a while before your plane would even arrive, so you plugged in your phone and decided to watch a movie. 

Night crept over the lounge, the windows displaying a slowly setting sun. After your movie ended you kept yourself occupied by watching the planes come and go until the tarmac was lit up with guiding lights that looked like stars. 

‘Flight from Toronto to Incheon nonstop now boarding.’

Finally.

You stumbled along and waited in your line, looking at your seat number. It was near the back of the plane, which would be loud, but at least it was close to the bathroom. The boarding attendant gave you a look with squinted eyes, but he still scanned your ticket, looked at your passport and let you go through.

Down the hallway, your legs gave out and your body clattered to the floor. “Hey, are you alright!?” Someone behind you came running up, gently taking your arm and helping you off the floor. “Jeez, you just toppled over!” She observed you, holding you steady. “You’re nothing but skin and bones…” “Sorry,” you apologize, hoping that you’d stay upright when she let your arm go. “I haven’t been doing the best lately.” “That’s okay,” she assured you. “Don’t you worry one bit.” Cautiously, she began walking with you, holding out her hands as if she was expecting you to fall again. “Why are you here and not at home, resting?” 

“I, well... this is soulmate sickness,” you explain cautiously. “My soulmate is doing worse than I am, and I decided to sell everything I own to buy a one-way ticket. I’m going to see him.” 

“Man,” she breathed, “I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

You let out a small, hollow laugh. “I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.” “What seat are you?” “39-A.” 

“Oh,” she smiled at you, just as the plane entrance was coming into view. “I’m 39-B! I’ll help you put your backpack up, okay?”

“Thank you,” 

She smiled at you. “My pleasure.”

The hostess greeted you both when your new friend helped you board, watching with stunned eyes as you passed her. You both made your way to the back of the plane. You slipped off your backpack and she put both hers and your carry on into the compartment above you. “Do you want the window seat, or will that make you nauseous?” She asked, tilting her head to the side with an empathetic smile. “Would you be okay with switching? I’m supposed to have the window, but..” 

“Yeah, I’m totally fine with it! Here, sit down with me.” Once you both were seated, she held your hand. “So, what’s your name?” 

“It’s (Y/N),” you answer slowly, giving her a smile when you feel her hand take yours. It had been so long since someone had given you any physical affection. “I’m Nia,” she grinned. “It’s nice to meet you!” 

“Nice to meet you, too.”

After the plane took off, Nia did everything she could for you. She made sure you had a blanket, water, and she even had wipes in her purse that she kept on your forehead to make sure your fever stayed down. Nia talked with you about her boyfriend, showing you part of her scar that was on the back of her neck. She told the story about the last time she was in Korea, lost and out of her depth. Wonseo, her soulmate, had bumped into her, not paying enough attention to avoid her when she stopped to try and read a street sign. She, in turn, had a scar on her back and on her scalp, while his, funnily enough, was on the top part of his chest and his nose.

When you told her about meeting Mark and your own scar, her happy grin only seemed to grow wider. “I’m a fan,” she admitted, “and I’m guessing you haven’t been keeping up with media because before he stopped his activities, he started wearing that Star Wars sweater everywhere. Everyone knew it was from you since the first time he ever had it with him was in Pearson two years ago. I knew I recognized you, but dang, girl. You look terrible compared to then.” 

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I tend to stay away from it all now, it just stresses me out.” She nodded understandingly. “Have you thought about the Gold Ceremony? Wonseo and I are actually in the process of planning ours, and I’m on my way home from meeting a bridesmaid that still lives in Canada.” 

“I haven’t really thought about that yet,” you answer honestly. “It’s all so nerve-wracking, don’t you think?” 

Nia shrugged. “I suppose your situation is a little different from everyone else’s, so I understand the aversion. I love the romance of it all, you know? Gold coating your scars so that everyone can see it as a sign of your commitment? Ah, it’s so exciting!”

“Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to ask him,” you say quietly, smiling at Nia. 

“Only if you’re comfortable, girl. Having your entire chest exposed to everyone around you may be a little weird even if you are getting married, y’know?” 

You chuckle. “Yeah, that’s true.” 

You kept little conversations going, occasionally stopping to take small naps. The two of you also exchanged numbers, and you felt happy that you had made a new friend. Eventually, daylight began to peek through the windows of the plane, signalling the time change and that you would soon arrive in Korea. 

Truthfully, no matter what Nia did for you, you only felt worse. You smiled and held back your nausea, but you could feel that as every moment passed, you declined further and further into your sickness. When the flight landed, you were happy that the sense of vertigo was gone, but you weren’t sure how long you would last without passing out. “Want me to help you through customs?” Nia asked once the seatbelt sign was turned off. She helped you stand, taking down your backpack for you and securing it on your shoulders. “I don’t want to be a burden on you,” you said quickly, grasping the seats as you made your way up to exit the plane.

“You’re far from that,” Nia reassured. “I won’t be able to stay with you the whole time, I just want to make sure that you make it to the people waiting for you okay. You said three of your friends were coming to meet you?” “Yeah,” you nod, thanking the hostess quietly as you pass her. “Thank you, Nia.” “Anything for a friend.” Slowly but surely, Nia helped you through the check-in and declaration stations, leading you through each step. Once you both got your passports checked, she turned and smiled at you. “I have to go get my suitcase now. Be safe and keep in touch, okay?” Nia hugged you ever so gently, before waving and taking her lead in the opposite direction you were to go, making her way to grab her suitcase off the conveyer. 

“See you,” you called behind her, steeling your nerve. You could make it. While you could barely read the directions with your now blurring vision, you managed to make it to the meeting area. Just barely in your line of sight were Rhiannon, Donghyuck and Johnny, holding up a rainbow sign with your name on it. You felt your chest flare-up, and if it was due to your sickness or your happiness you couldn’t tell, but you still began making your way toward them, smiling and waving.

That was until your body finally gave in. ~ “(Y/N)!” Rhiannon immediately dropped the sign and made a beeline for you as you toppled to the ground, Johnny and Donghyuck not far behind. She grit her teeth, doing her best to turn you over and hold you.

Donghyuck reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, ready to call an emergency number if Rhiannon couldn’t determine that you were breathing. He sighed with relief, luckily the airport was mostly empty and nobody would crowd you. “Is she okay?” Johnny knelt down beside her, looking on with worry. Rhiannon quickly checked your pulse and held her hand above your mouth. “Seems like she just passed out, she’s still breathing.” She breathed a sigh of relief, placing a hand over her chest. 

Johnny breathed a sigh of relief. “We should get her home, then. I’ll carry her, you grab her backpack.” 

Rhiannon nodded and slowly took your backpack off while Johnny picked you up. “Let’s go.” 

~

Everyone was waiting in the living room for Johnny and Rhiannon to return with you, after hearing them explain what happened when Taeyong called to check-in. They knew they couldn’t tell Mark about what happened since his condition was not much better. He was in his room, nearly unaware of everyone sitting and waiting with bated breath. Yuta and Jungwoo stood up quickly when the door handle turned and opened, revealing Rhiannon and Donghuck. Johnny followed in close behind, you in his arms, barely conscious.

“Hi, everyone,” you rasped, smiling as best you could, with lidded eyes. 

“(Y/N),” Doyoung stood. “We’ve all missed you.” 

“Yeah,” Jungwoo agreed. “We’re glad you’re home.” 

“Thank you,” your words were soft, laboured. “Where’s Mark?” You looked up at Johnny tiredly. Johnny smiled gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll take you to him. Let’s go.” 

You did your best to stay awake, suddenly beginning to feel a little better. Soon you both came across a door, the door slightly ajar. Johnny pushed it open gently with his foot.

“Guess who’s here?” He called into the room, and as soon as you lay eyes on Mark, you felt both simultaneously happy and guilty. Mark was skin and bones like you were, hollow cheeks and dark circles under his eyes. He was shivering as he struggled to sit up, large and thick blankets slowly shifting as he moved. “(Y/N),” he said, his lips forming the most endearing smile. “(Y/N), you’re here,” 

“Yeah, I’m here.” Johnny carried you to Mark’s bed, gently placing you down next to him in the spot where he had just barely pulled back the blankets. You had your head laying on Mark’s chest as soon as Johnny put you down, Mark’s arm immediately wrapping around you. You both breathed in a deep sigh of relief, and you felt your nose beginning to clear up. “You could probably use some water. I’ll be back.” Johnny quietly left the room, and as soon as the door shut, you couldn’t think of anything to say. 

You felt life coming back to you, but the long flight and the months of hardship still weighed heavy on you. You knew that this was your condition because you were struggling, and you had just sacrificed everything to be here. Now, on top of being sick, you were dirt poor. But, at least you were with your soulmate, and at least you were with all of your friends. At least you finally felt like you weren’t dying. “You can sleep,” you hear Mark whisper as he moved his other arm to touch your face. “I can tell you’re tired.” 

You smiled weakly. “Okay, as long as you sleep too.” Mark laughed softly. “Agreed.”

Not long after, the door creaked open once again. Johnny had come back with a glass of water, followed by Rhiannon. Johnny placed the glass of water on the nightstand next to your bed, while Rhiannon watched you and Mark sleep for a moment, holding the small framed photo in her hands, the one that started it all. She placed it next to the glass of water, adjusting it so you would see it when you woke up.

“Sleep well.”

[julia-highstorms]

The Greatest Battle (Tyril x Luxia (F!ElfMC))

Summary: Tyril Starfury, Heir of House Starfury is finally home. But first, he has a great battle to face. 

Author’s note: BOLAS is back! This has been a rough week, but Chapter 10 gave me life and I got inspired. So here's a little something. Read more about Tyril x Luxia here

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry Studios.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Tyril x F!ElfMC (Luxia)

Word count: 1.3K

Tyril Starfury stood tall, his gracious features twisted in a scowl, as he studied his opponents. There were too many of them. He was cornered. There was no way out. 

But he knew he must face it once and for all, with his head held high and weapon in hand. He was the heir of House Starfury after all, and he was back. 

The elf took a daring step closer to it and--

"Tyril, are you okay?" - Luxia's voice startled him and he almost dropped the sponge he was holding.

"Uh. Yes." 

She stopped right next to him, her emerald eyes shining curiously, the last plate in her hands. He watched a playful grin creeping upon her face as she watched the pile of dirty plates in the sink.

"Then, what are you waiting for? Have you never washed your own dishes, oh great 'Heir of House Starfury'?" - she was clearly making fun of him, deepening her voice to sound like him, but Tyril was unable to feel angry. All he could feel was this deep feeling of embarrassment.

No, he had never washed dishes his whole life. They used to have the house staff to do it. But they weren't there anymore.

"Uh. No." - his cheeks and ears turned deep purple. 

"I thought you'd use magic to wash them?"

"I'm not using magic for such a trivial thing. I refuse to."

Luxia giggled before smiling at the elf beside her.

Right after Tyril knew that his house was broke after his departure, he promptly said he would bring honor to House Starfury once again and that he was in debt with his father and Adrina for enduring everything throughout that whole year he'd been away. And he offered to wash the dishes himself.

Luxia felt so proud of him. Tyril was such an honorable elf. And also so cute when he blushed like that. How could she not fall for him? 

"Here, let me help you. Or better, teach you." - she took the sponge out of his hand before he could protest. She knew him well enough to know that he was too proud to ask for help. Even though he had this desperate look in his face, like he had right now.

"No, Luxia, you're a guest, you should go rest with the others…"

"Nope. I'm not tired and I ain't going nowhere. I won't let you face this monstrous pile of dirty dishes alone." - she turned to him, smiling broadly. - "I told you, didn't I? That you would have to get used to someone caring about you."

A bashful and grateful smile spread on Tyril's handsome face and he let her help him with the dishes.

______________________________________________________________

"And this was the last one!" - Luxia announced with a happy sigh as they dried their hands a while later. All dishes were washed. They had won that battle.

"Thank you so much for your help, Luxia. Truly." - he looked down, his long dark hair partially covering his face. - "You always help me and with the most trivial things. I can't help but feel ashamed of myself."

"Tsk! Nonsense, Tyril. I bet all these fancy elves out there don't wash their dishes too. You and I just had vastly different lives and none of them is better or worse. It's just a different reality." - she reached out and put a strand of his hair behind his ear, smiling brightly at him. - "But I'm glad our paths have crossed and we can share these little moments and get to know our differences together now."

Luxia noticed Tyril's blue eyes shining as he stared at her intensely.

"...May I kiss you?" - he murmured, almost in a growl.

Her smile widened, her eyes shining in mischief.

"Oh? Do you want to thank me?" - she chuckled, but Tyril said nothing, he just kept staring at her lively, perfect face, waiting for her response. - "You may, Heir of House Starfury."

The short elf gasped in surprise as she felt Tyril's strong arm wrapping around her waist, flushing her close to his chest, his other hand lifting her chin as he leaned down, his lips finding hers midway.

Luxia sighed contently, cupping his face, and kissed him back with passion, the air around them going electric. They both felt that fiery hunger growing inside themselves, Luxia's hands pulling his hair, Tyril's grip tightening around her hips. His mouth descended to her jaw and neck, and a low moan escaped her lips, before she giggled to herself, feeling goosebumps all over her skin. 

"When you make these noises… I can hardly contain myself, Luxia." - he groaned, his eyes burning with desire.

"Normally I'd tell you to not contain yourself. But I think it's best if we not go further at your dad's kitchen." 

Tyril smiled, and his lips was back to hers, kissing her lightly and sweetly. Luxia adored how he could be both so soft and have such fire within him.

Adrina had just showed Mal, Imtura and Nia their rooms and was back to the main foyer, looking for Luxia to take her to her own guest room, as Tyril asked her right after lunch.

Was he still taking care of the dishes? Luxia probably was with him.

The elegant elf found the two elves in the kitchen, trading languid kisses, in their own world. She smiled to herself and turned around, giving them some more privacy and patiently waiting in the hall.

"... You're going to show me your room later, right?" - Luxia whispered into his ear and Tyril smirked.

"Perhaps."

She giggled mischievously and they hesitantly pulled apart.

"I should go. Adrina must be looking for me to show my room."

"Yes." - he grinned at her and watched as Luxia left the kitchen.

The short elf found Tyril's sister coming from down the hall, smiling at her.

"Shall we go now?"

"Did you see us?" - the outcast asked, with a smirk, her lips slightly swollen.

"Just a little. I haven't seen Tyril smile and look this relaxed since… ever."

Adrina watched the brightest and biggest smile spreading on Luxia's face.

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"Brother, since you're finally here." - she called him later as he finally left the kitchen, after drying all dishes. Another battle won.

"Adrina. Did you take them to their rooms?" - she nodded, motioning him to follow her. Without thinking twice, Tyril followed his younger sister down the hall. - "Did they find it to their liking? Did you leave Luxia in the main guest room?"

"Yes, Tyril, they liked it. Imtura thanked me a few times for finally being able to sleep without Mal's snoring." - she turned to her brother, smiling. - "You should have seen Luxia's reaction as she entered the room. The brightest smile showed up on her face and she said something about it being triple the size of the house she shared with her brother. I told her that it is our biggest room in the house and that you personally picked it for her." - she saw a soft blush reaching Tyril's cheeks. - "I can see why you're so fond of her. She's so bubbly. And talkative." - Adrina chuckled as she reminisced Luxia talking about her old boring life in Riverbend and her brother Kade and how Tyril joined the party and how she always wanted to know more about the elven world. - "So you and Luxia are together?" - she asked casually as if she had not seen them sharing kisses just a while ago.

"Uh…" - the purple in Tyril's face turned deeper. - "I mean, I care deeply about her." 

"I can see it. It's all written in your face. You two complement each other well. You're complete opposites, but in a good way." - they finally stopped in front of a wooden door. Tyril knew it was the storage room.

Adrina opened it and the next thing he knew was that she was placing a pile of mails and boxes on his hands.

"What--"

"Here's your mail, brother." - she winked at him. - "You may need some help with it."

And now Tyril Starfury had another battle to fight.

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The End is Where We Begin (5/?)

Bit of a longer chapter this time, guys. I hope you enjoy. Another reminder: there’s going to be no love triangles in this. Don’t worry. A reveal coming up in this chapter too so let me know what you think. Thanks for all of the likes/reblogs and messages. I appreciate it. :) “What’s wrong with you?” Kara looked up sharply at the question, her eyes going wide at the question. Lena was staring at her stoically from across the desk. “W-What? What do you mean?” “You’re staring.” Lena self-consciously tucked her hair behind her ears. She usually didn’t wear it down at work and she was worried that doing so when she was with Kara somehow made it seem like this wasn’t about work. That they were friends again. “Do I have something in my hair?” “No, of course not.” Kara laughed bashfully and adjusted her glasses. Truthfully she’d been staring because she’d been thinking about the previous night, on the roof. Lena had made her promise not to talk about it and that was a promise that Kara wasn’t willing to break. Still, Kara couldn’t shake the feeling that Lena somehow looked different today. Or the same. She had looked different last night. “You just...look nice today, that’s all. Not that you don’t look good every day you just look extra good today. Y-You know?”

“Right.” Lena stared at Kara for a moment longer before she turned back to her research. “So you mentioned that you’re swallowed by the wave of antimatter in your vision? Do you have any idea why that stops the wave from getting to anyone else?”

Kara’s brow furrowed as she tried to recall the specifics of the visions she’d seen. “I don’t know. I remember that I was flying. Fast. So fast I could feel myself burning. Like last time…” She closed her eyes, shuddering slightly at the memory of being burned from the inside out. “Last time?” Lena echoed, leaning forward. “You’ve done this before?” Kara nodded. “During a different crisis. I have a friend and he’s just as fast...probably faster than me. We needed to rewind time to keep the world from being destroyed and we almost burned up.” Lena felt her heart sink at the thought and her eyes flicked toward the far wall as if Kara would be able to tell how she was feeling just by looking at her. “I didn’t know about that. Not that I’m surprised by it. I’ve heard of Supergirl’s heroics. Even witnessed them firsthand. Burning just seems a little…extreme.” The corners of Kara’s lips twitched at the comment. “You don’t know the half of it. But hey, if I’ve done it before I can do it again, right?” Lena’s gaze flicked back to Kara. She wasn’t surprised by the comment, just caught off guard by the dark tone Kara’s voice had taken on. “I get the impression that this time is different. You’ve never had to wait before making a sacrifice. It’s always been in the spur of the moment.” “I guess you’re right about that.” Kara said softly. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I’m willing to do it. It’s the right thing to do, isn’t it?” “From a utilitarian standpoint, sacrificing one for the many is always the morally right mo…” Lena trailed off, noticing the pained look on Kara’s face. She awkwardly cleared her throat. Kara wasn’t asking that. “You’re having doubts?” “Not doubts. I’m going to do it if that’s what needs to be done.I would never let the world be destroyed. It’s my home. I’m just worried about what will happen to it after I’m gone.” Lena couldn’t deny that the thought of a world without Kara in it hurt but she refused to let it show. “What do you mean?” Kara let out a sigh and looked down at the desk separating her from Lena. She hated that desk. She wanted nothing more than to hurl it out of the window and incinerate it with her heat vision. She wanted the warmth Lena had shown her last night but she knew that wasn’t going to happen. “I worry about how Alex will deal with this. And whether I’m putting Nia in danger by training her to take my place. I’m worried that without me here, people will die when I could have saved them.” “That’s a fair argument.” Lena stood up and moved around the table until she could perch on the edge of it. “All the more reason for us to fight to keep you alive. We’re going to figure this out, Kara. Nobody’s going to die.” Kara smiled at the response, feeling her eyes prickle with tears.  “I really wish I could hug you right now.” She said before she could even think to filter herself. She watched surprise cross Lena’s face, followed by sadness. It was brief before Lena’s carefully constructed walls slid back into place but Kara definitely noticed it. Lena awkwardly cleared her throat, trying to ignore the niggling desire to give into Kara’s wish. “Are we going to talk about what happened yesterday?” “Um...no? I thought we weren’t supposed to talk about it?” “What?” Lena frowned at the confusion on Kara’s face. “I mean you almost getting yourself killed. I saw what happened on the news.” “Oh, I...no. I don’t really want to get into it again. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get myself killed.” Kara huffed out a sigh. “I won’t have much of a chance to anyway. Alex suspended me.” Lena raised an eyebrow at the claim. “Suspended you? She can do that?” “From the DEO, yeah.” Kara answered. “She’s mad at me for being reckless. She’s...not wrong. I have to apologise to her. I don’t want her to be mad at me if we don’t have much time left together.” “You should tell her.” Lena advised quietly. She held up a hand as Kara opened her mouth to speak. “I know you’re not going to. But I’m not going to stop saying it. Alex Danvers may not be one of my favourite people at the moment but I know her enough to know it would devastate her to find out later and not be able to help you through it. Or worse, to find out from someone else. Trust me, it’s.painful to be lied to by someone you love.” Kara swallowed thickly at the loaded comment. “She’s always been my big sister. She’s always protected me, even when I don’t want it. For now, I can protect her.” “And yourself.” Kara closed her eyes. “And myself.” She whispered, bowing her head. “I’m not proud of it, Lena. I can’t be the girl of steel when it comes to the people I love. But I am willing to do what needs to be done.” “I know. I didn’t mean it like that.” Lena frowned as Kara glanced up at her, questioningly. “Nevermind. We’re not getting anywhere like this. Is there a way you could show me what happened? If I could see it perhaps I could see something you didn’t notice.” “Are you sure you want to see it?” Kara asked hesitantly. “Everything is destroyed, Lena. It’s not easy to watch.” “For the most part, I’ll be able to watch objectively. I don’t have an emotional connection to anyone we may see in the vision.” It was a lie and Lena knew it but she had to say something to sway Kara to her side. “It’s been a week and I’m getting nowhere. All I have are theories and dead ends. I need to see.” Kara was silent for a few seconds, visibly struggling. “I’ll speak to Kelly. I can’t tell her the specifics obviously but maybe she can pull some strings and get us into her lab.” “Good.” Lena said, relieved. “In the meantime, I’ll keep looking for an answer with what I have.” “Yeah. Um...I should go. I have...training.” Kara stood up, quickly gathering her things. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She headed for the door but paused, just shy of leaving. “Lena?” “Hmm?” Lena looked up. Kara bit her lip. She wanted to ask if Lena had meant what she’d said before, about having no emotional connection to her. She couldn’t bring herself to ask. She wasn’t sure she was ready to hear the answer Lena would give her. Not yet. “I-I, uh...take care.” Lena let out a soft sigh as Kara left the room. Her feelings toward Kara were torn but they were still present. She just didn’t want to admit it, even to herself. --- “Kara!” Alex exclaimed in surprise as she opened the door to find Kara nervously standing there. She was both shocked and relieved to see her. After their argument the previous night she had thought Kara would be avoiding her. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight. Do you want to come in?” “I’m actually not here for you.” Kara replied sheepishly. She slid her hands into her coat pockets. “Is Kelly here?” “Yeah, I’ll get her…” Alex glanced over her shoulder. “Kelly?!” She turned back to Kara who was nervously biting her lip. “Hey, Kara. I’m…” She trailed off as Kelly appeared at her side. “Hey, Kara.” Kelly said with a smile. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, it’s...I’m fine. I just need to ask you a favor. A really huge favor.” Kara said, her stomach in knots at the thought that Kelly might say no. As reluctant as Kara was for Lena to see what she’d seen, she wanted to do what Lena had asked of her. “I don’t want you to think that I’m just asking you because you’re my sister’s girlfriend. I consider you my friend too. Not that I would ever jeopardize your job for that reason either, I just…” “Okay, slow down, Kara.” Kelly said with a small sigh. She placed her hand lightly on Kara’s shoulders. “What’s this about jeopardizing my job? What’s going on? Actually, you should come i-” “I was hoping that I could use your lab.” Kara blurted out, earning herself a confused look from Kelly. “For...a personal thing. It’s really important to me and I need to...well I need to show someone something from my memory. Something really private. I was hoping you could show me the ropes and then leave me to it, maybe? I know it’s a lot to ask.” “I could make it happen.” Kelly said after a long moment. “But I would need to stay with you to supervise. You won’t be able to do that yourself.” “It’s...it’s really private.” “Oh. Oh, right. I see.” Kelly awkwardly cleared her throat. “Well um…” “It’s not like that!” Kara said quickly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “It’s not a sex thing, just...it’s private.” “If it’s that important to you I could come with you.” Alex volunteered hopefully. She looked to Kelly. “If that would be okay?” Kelly was just about to nod when Kara interrupted. “No, no. It can’t be you.” “So it is a sex thing.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” “I’m not seeing anyone, it’s just...private.” Kara stumbled over her words. She hated lying to Alex but it had to be done. “Can I get Nia to help?” “Well...if you want to.” Kelly glanced between Alex and Kara. She had no idea what was happening but she was sure she didn’t want to be in the middle of it. “Thank you. I really owe you for this.” Kara said, relief washing over her. “Is Friday okay?” Kelly nodded in response. “I’ll check my schedule but Friday’s are usually free.” “Thank you, I really owe you for this. I should be going. Have a good night.” Kara offered a small smile before she turned and walked away from the apartment. She heard the door close behind her but what followed was the sound of hurried footsteps. “Kara!” Kara stopped at the sound of Alex’s voice. “I don’t want to fight, Alex.” “I don’t want to either.” Alex lightly touched Kara’s arm as she walked around her so that she was standing in front of her. “But I’d rather that then have you keep avoiding me.” “I haven’t…” Kara trailed off, her protests dying in her throat. She had been avoiding Alex. “I’m sorry.” She guiltily looked away. She didn’t trust herself to meet Alex’s eyes and not blurt the truth out. “I’m sorry for avoiding you and for what happened the other day. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. It was out of line. I was just angry.” Alex gave Kara’s arm a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry too. I may have overreacted a bit. You know how I can be when it comes to your safety. It’s the most important thing to m-” She was cut off as Kara surged forward, hugging her tightly. Surprised, she hugged Kara back. “I’m worried about you, Kara.” “And I appreciate it.” Kara mumled into Alex’s shoulder. “I’ll try to be more careful. But I’m always going to do what has to be done. You have to know that.” Alex let out a soft sigh. “I suppose I can’t ask for much more, can I?” She slowly pulled back, looking into Kara’s watery blue eyes. “Hold on, I’ll head home with you. I’ll even buy you dinner on the way.” “What about Kelly?” “She was just heading home anyway. She said she has work.” Alex answered. She gripped Kara’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. “Wait for me.” Kara nodded solemnly and watched as Alex walked away. She leaned against the wall, closing her eyes. As selfish as she felt to drag Alex away from Kelly, she was relieved too. All she wanted was to stay as close to Alex as she could, for as long as she possibly could. ----

Nia breathed heavily as she punched forward, swinging her leg around before slamming her knee into the area she was imagining Supergirl standing. She wasn’t imagining Kara for any malicious reason, the opposite in fact. Kara was the person she looked up to the most but with the crisis coming for them she had to use the girl of steel as the target for her training, running through each of their previous training sessions in hope that she could find a way to improve. 

She closed her eyes, paying no mind to the beads of sweat running down her forehead and onto her tank top as she remembered the latest training session she’d had with Kara. Though it was the session when Kara had almost torn her arm from her socket, it was the training session she’d needed the most. It showed that she still had a long way to go. She ducked, stepping back in an attempt to dodge one of Supergirl’s punches but flinched as she felt herself hit into her apartment’s couch. Despite pushing all the furniture to the edges of the room she still hardly had any room to train but she had to admit it was better than the other options. From Alex arguing with Kara to Kara arguing with Lena she was starting to run out of places to train.

“I could use a break.” Nia muttered to herself before she removed her obsidian lenses. She checked her watch, her eyes widening as she realised she had been training for more than four hours in the small apartment with only a single break two hours ago. She let out a long sigh as she plonked backwards onto the soft couch, sighing at how soft it was. She wasn’t sure if it was because of how tired she had been recently or the training but she felt like she could sink into the couch.

She opened her eyes sharply at the familiar feeling of her dream ability activating. She barely had time to react to where she was before explosions echoed around her. She looked to be inside of a park in National City but the ground was scorched, craters in the ground surrounded by fire. She knew she was dreaming thanks to the strange feeling of heaviness all around her body but she hoped to any god listening it wasn’t a possible future. It looked as if nothing was alive.

“Mommy…”

“No...” Nia turned quickly at the sound of a meek cry and her heart sank as she saw a little girl walking down the desolate screet, tears running down her face as she struggled to continue walking. Her knees were scraped and bleeding and her skin was covered in dirt. Nia knew what was about to happen before it did but she still cried out as a group of strange creatures lurking in the shadows lunged towards the defenceless girl, their menacing claws ready to stab into her. She watched, frozen in shock. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to do anything. She never could. Movement caught her attention and she looked up sharply in time to see a woman fly down, landing with enough force to almost knock the girl from her feet. Slowly, the dark haired woman straightened up. “Lena…?” Nia’s eyes darted over Lena, taking in light green skin tight clothing she was wearing. It was the ring Lena was wearing on her finger, radiating energy that really caught Nia’s eye though.

The green suited Lena blocked the first two creature’s attacks with a green energy shield emanating from the ring before she slammed her foot into the third creature with more than enough force to knock it into the ground, forming another crater. She turned as more creatures suddenly started to appear from what looked to be everywhere, two green energy blades appearing in her hands.

Nia watched in both awe and horror as the green suited Lean tore through the creature’s bodies with the daggers. Her suit was quickly coated with their blood but she paid no mind, continuing to fight as hard as she could to defend the child. Each time a creature came slightly close to the little girl,  Lena would destroy them without a second thought before turning her attention to the next. Nia wouldn’t have believed that person was even Lena if she wasn’t seeing it with her own eyes.

“In...brightest day…” 

Nia flinched as Lena started to speak, forced to create a dome around herself and the small child as the army of creatures piled onto her. Nia could see that the green energy dome was starting to crack. “No, you have to run…”

“In the...blackest night…” Lena collapsed to one knee but continued to speak through gritted teeth, holding her arm with the ring on with her other hand as her eyes started to glow green. “No...evil shall escape my sight. Let...those who worship evil’s...might…”

Nia’s eyes widened as she looked up from the green suited Lena towards the end of the street, looking for any help coming. Surely Kara was on her way. Instead she found the Monitor she’d met back in Kara’s apartment standing nearby. It struck Nia that he was  looking right at her with a small smile on his face. She’d thought nothing could see her when she was dreaming.

“Beware my power, Green Lantern’s light!” The green suited Lena yelled before an explosion of green energy erupted from her, blasting away all of the creatures just as Nia started to feel weak. She knew that her dream was about to end. The last thing she saw before blacking out was the green suited Lena flying away with the girl in her arms.

“AGH!” Nia jumped up off the couch, instantly getting into a fighting stance as she looked around. As far as she could tell she was back in her apartment with no-one else around. She slowly relaxed, lowered her arms back to her side though her mind was racing. What had she seen and was that really Lena Luthor? Where was Supergirl? Was that the future? She needed to get her head straight before her roommate returned. There was only one person who could answer her questions though she knew it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation. ---- “...so I figured it would be better to use a stabilized energy factorisation approach to keep the loss of energy at a minimum. That way we’re one step closer to a real, unlimited source of energy.” “Mmhm.” Hisa hummed, nodding in response to Lena’s rambling. She swallowed her food, setting aside the takeaway carton she’d been shovelling noodles into her mouth from. “Lena. I want to be straight with you.” Lena blinked at Hisa in confusion. She leaned forward on the couch and set her fork down. “What is it?” “I’m an alien.” Hisa replied, her gaze unwavering. “I just...want you to know that before we can become...friends? I know some people still don’t like the idea of aliens living amongst them which is why I try to keep quiet about it. For my sake and my family's. Not that it’s done me a lot of good..” “Oh.” Lena was taken aback by the frank information. “Why tell me if it’s a secret?” “I don’t know. There’s something about you that I trust. I want to be honest with you, as much as possible.” She watched Lena for a moment, noticing the way the dark haired woman looked away. “And I’ve freaked you out. My sister always tells me I move too fast. This is exactly why I’m single. They don’t call me U-haul Hisa for no reason.” Lena couldn’t help but laugh at that and she turned her attention back to Hisa. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I was just thinking about someone...something else. So you mentioned a U-haul? I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” Hisa smirked, relieved by the response but she quickly turned serious again. “So are we good?” Lena nodded her response. “It’s not easy to gain my trust. And I’m not looking to make friends.” “Then why am I here?” Lena frowned slightly at that. She clearly hadn’t been thinking straight when she’d spontaneously called the woman she’d met in the coffee shop. She supposed it was a moment of weakness, where she’d given into the niggling loneliness she’d been feeling since her falling out with Kara. “Don’t worry, I get it.” Hisa said with a small smile. “Either way, I’m still glad I text you my number. Maybe you’ll change your mind.” “I won’t.” “A girl can hope.” Lena shook her head slightly, trying to ignore the sting the words caused her. She remembered when Kara had thought the same thing. She’d destroyed her walls with all the power of the girl of steel and had wormed her way into Lena’s heart. Clearing her throat, Lena reached for the glass of wine in front of her and took a sip, her food long forgotten. “So do you have family around here?” She asked, trying to take the attention away from herself. “Or are you staying alone?” “My brother and sister live in the city.” Hisa replied softly, looking down at her hands. “My brother does anyway. My sister is...it’s complicated.” “Right. That woman you were with mentioned your sister, didn’t she?” Lena asked thoughtfully. “Your girlfriend?” Hisa gave a soft laugh and shook her head. “Nothing like that. You could say she has me on retainer right now.” “You work for her?” “Uh...sure. Let’s go with that.” Hisa wasn’t surprised to see a questioning look on Lena’s face when she looked up. “The people I’m working for aren’t good people. I suppose that makes me just as bad.” Lena stared at Hisa, confused by the admission. She wasn’t sure anyone had ever been so open with her, and with no reason at all. They barely knew each other yet Hisa was speaking to her like they’d been friends for years. “Got anything stronger than that wi-?” Hisa was cut off by a smash as something charged through Lena’s closed balcony door, sending glass flying toward them. She jumped up instinctively as Lena let out a startled yell. “What the hell is that?” Lena got up quickly, staring wide eyed at the alien in front of her. It was at least seven feet tall and was snarling mindlessly at them as it charged for them. “Not the time.” Hisa growled, holding her hand out. She focused her energy, focusing on her need for a weapon. Within a second a crimson energy dagger started forming in her hand. Not fast enough. She pushed Lena back with her free hand only to catch a blow to the head from the towering beast. The force sent her to the ground, pain pulsing through her jaw. Looking up she saw Lena backing away, her eyes darting left and right as she searched for anything she could use as a weapon. Spitting out blood, Hisa scrambled to her feet and rushed the Hexeron, tackling it from the side and sending them both sprawling to the floor. She lifted her right hand and plunged the dagger into the alien’s chest with a yell of anger. The alien let out a pained cry and it’s fists hit out at Hisa as she lifted the knife again, plunging it into the alien’s neck repeatedly as she tried to keep from being thrown off of it. When it was finally still, Hisa was breathing heavily, her lip bleeding from being caught in the face again. “Hisa!” Hisa looked up sharply, her heart sinking when she found that during her struggle the door had been kicked in and more of the disfigured aliens were pouring into the room. “Get to the balcony. RUN!” She ordered, struggling her way to her feet. As Lena headed for the balcony, Hisa threw the dagger at one of the oncoming aliens, hitting it square in the forehead before she turned and sprinted after Lena. “What now?” Lena asked urgently, looking over Hisa’s shoulder. “You’re not gonna like it.” Hisa flashed a bloody smile before she pulled Lena close to her with an arm around her waist. With strength that caught Lena off guard, Hisa vaulted them both over the railing of the balcony and they plummeted toward the ground. Lena gasped at the feeling of falling and hung on as tightly as she could, closing her eyes tightly. She expected to hit the ground hard but instead she landed on something soft, bouncing her upwards while she kept clutching Hisa. She opened her eyes, looking down at what seemed to be a trampoline beneath them. It seemed to be made out of some kind of red energy. “Hold on.” Hisa warned before they hit the bouncy surface again. This time she landed closer to the edge and they hopped off, landing on the ground on their feet. “What the hell was that?” Lena watched as the ‘trampoline’ seemed to dissolve in front of her eyes. “My po…” Hisa eyes flicked to the sky as a blur of red and blue shot by overhead. “Shit.” “Supergirl is here.” Lena said, relief seeping into her voice. “I have to go. I’m sorry.” Hisa pulled away regretfully. “I’ll call you. I’m so sorry, Lena.” She turned away without another word and took off down the street. Lena watched Hisa go in confusion. She stepped forward, intending to follow but she was stopped short as Supergirl landed in front of her. “Lena, you’re alright!” Kara surged forward, hugging Lena tightly. “I saw all of the blood and I couldn’t find you.” “I’m fine, Kara.” Lena said meekly, her arms hanging limply at her sides despite how much she wanted to hug Kara back. She felt like she couldn’t move. “I’m okay.” “Oh, I’m sorry!” Kara quickly pulled away, putting some distance between them. “We’re not...hugging anymore. Right. Are you hurt?” Lena managed a small smile as Kara looked her over. “I hope you’re not using your x-ray vision.” “W-What? No! I wouldn’t.” Kara felt her face warm at the insinuation but she relaxed when Lena let out a soft chuckle. “Are you sure you’re okay? There was a lot of blood.” “It wasn’t mine.” Lena answered softly. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I’m okay, just a little shaken up. You’d think I’d be used to being attacked by now, huh?” “No, of course not.” Kara watched as Lena trembled in front of her. “Alex will be here soon to deal with all of this. Are you sure you’re…” “I’m okay.” Lena interrupted. “Right. Is there anything I can...do?” Lena looked away, biting her lip. She could hear sirens in the distance, slowly getting closer. “Maybe.” She muttered. “What? Tell me. I’ll do anything.” “This doesn’t mean we’re friends.” Lena steeled herself before she walked toward Kara. She saw the blonde’s eyes widen before she wrapped her arms around Kara’s waist and hugged her fiercely. “Oh.” Kara was shocked into stillness for a few seconds before she managed to gather herself and hugged Lena back. She inhaled slowly, closing her eyes as she basked in the embrace. She wasn’t sure why it was happening but she wasn’t about to complain. “Let me take you home.” “I am home.” Lena’s voice was slightly muffled by Kara’s hair. “My home.” Kara replied in a whisper. “Just for the night, I promise. And before you say anything, I know this doesn’t mean we’re friends. But you can’t stay here.” Lena opened her mouth to protest but quickly closed it again. Slowly, she leaned back. “Take me home then, Supergirl.” Kara blinked at Lena, puzzled by the comment. Lena didn’t sound as angry as she usually did when she called her that. She nodded and carefully scooped Lena into her arms before she shot up into the sky, heading for her apartment. She tried not to let herself hope but she couldn’t help but focus on the way Lena’s arms wrapped around Kara’s neck. Not tightly, like she was afraid. Loosely, like she trusted Kara not to drop her. When they landed in the apartment, Kara gently set Lena down on her feet. “Um...I’m just going to change out of this. I’ll be right back. Help yourself to anything you need, of course.” “Thanks.” Lena said softly. “I just need to make a quick call.” Kara nodded before she turned on her heel and used her speed to run to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She leaned back against it, closing her eyes. She hadn’t expected this of tonight. Lena Luthor in her apartmant. Like they were friends again. Only they weren’t. Lena still hated her and they were only forced together because Kara was going to die and now Lena had been attacked. “You can do this,” Kara muttered to herself, shaking her head. “It’s just Lena. Get it together, Danvers.” She stood up straight and took a deep breath before she walked to her dresser to change into some sweats and a loose t-shirt. She carefully placed her glasses on her face before she headed for the door again. She paused, finding Lena looking at a picture in her living room. Panic jolted through her as she wondered if she’d left the picture of the two of them lying around. She certainly looked at it enough but she didn’t want Lena to think she was being creepy. “Lena?” “Sorry, I wasn’t prying.” Lena said politely as she looked up, her green eyes coming to rest on Kara. She held up the photo she’d been looking at. “More superfriends?” “Oh.” Kara let out a soft laugh when she saw the photo Lena was holding up. She remembered Alex taking that picture after Barry and Iris’s wedding. She and Barry had managed to hug Oliver from either side and he was grinning despite himself in the picture. “Yeah. You haven’t met them, it’s...a really long story.” “Hmm.” Lena put down the picture, her gaze flicking to another picture of Alex and Kara together. “I should...probably sleep.” “Oh, yeah. Of course.” Kara said quickly. “You can take my bed. There’s a change of sheets in my closet if you need them. I’m going to be up, keeping an eye on things.” “Thanks.” Lena said softly, forcing a small smile to her lips. “Goodnight, Kara.” “Goodnight.” Kara echoed as Lena brushed past her into the bedroom. The door was pushed to the frame but not closed completely and Kara closed her eyes, listening to the rustle of sheets as Lena crawled into bed. ---- A light knock on the door drew Lena’s attention away from her work for a moment. “Miss Nal. I don’t believe we had an appointment.” “We didn’t. I’m sorry for showing up like this. Uh...I think your receptionist went home for the day. She left a note on her desk.” Nia said nervously as she stepped into the office. “What?” Lena’s expression flickered with annoyance at the new information but she seemed to quickly shake it off. “I really need to find better staff. Anyway, how can I help you?” Nia stopped in front of Lena’s desk, nervously wringing her hands. “I have something to ask you. You know who I am, don’t you? You know what I can do?” “Of course.” Lena replied with a nod. She waited for Nia to continue but when the silence continued, Lena raised an eyebrow. “Was that your question?” “No. No, it wasn’t.” Nia took a deep breath and steeled herself. “I had a dream about you and I don’t know what it means.” “I’m listening.” “Right. I had a dream about you. The future, maybe. You were wearing a suit, like...mine and Kara’s. It was green.” Nia watched Lena for a moment, noticing her beginning to frown. “And you had some kind of green crystal ring. I was wondering if you have access to anyth-” “Any kryptonite. You’re asking me if I have access to kryptonite.” Lena concluded, slowly getting to her feet. Her jaw was clenched with anger but her eyes gave away her hurt. “You really think that I’m going to make a weapon to kill Supergirl? I’m trying to save her life!” “No. I mean...I hadn’t thought about that.” Nia said quickly, her heart sinking at the thought. Kara hadn’t been there in her vision. “Are you?” Lena closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm herself. “No, I’m not. Now please see yourself out, I have work to do.” “Lena, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry, it’s just...Kara wasn’t there in my dream and I know you’re not a bad person but Kara says you can’t forgive her after what she did. I…” “That doesn’t mean I would KILL HER!” Lena slammed her hand down on her desk, causing Nia to flinch. “It’s bad enough that I apparently can’t be trusted with the truth. Now you come into my office to make senseless accusations?!” “It isn’t like that, I didn’t-” “Leave.” Lena interrupted, staring at Nia long and hard. “Get out of my office before I call security.” Nia’s shoulders slumped as Lena turned away from her. “I-I’m sorry, Lena.” Lena waited until Nia had left before she let herself relax. She took a shuddering breath, blinking away tears. It was always going to be like this. They would never trust her, no matter her intentions or how much good she did. They would always see her as just another Luthor. TBC

[marvelsdc22]

I Want You

Intro: Hello lovelies!! I hope you guys are having a good day/night!! This was requested by an anon, I’m not tagging anyone due to the material of the fic itself and I’m not sure who is okay with being tagged in it. Hope you guys enjoy!! :)

Note: First thing’s first, this is NSFW so 18+, please and thank you. Also, this is the first time in a long time I have written something like this, so I’m pretty rusty.

Word Count: 1648

How about Lena Luthor x femReader where Lena is thirsty for reader but Reader is a sweet shy bean. One night, Lena goes to Kara’s place, drinks all of her wine and talk about how cute Reader is and things she wants to do to her, unaware that Reader walked in with Alex (Alex immediately leaving: Aight, imma head out) The ending is up to you. You can make it fluffy or NSFW. All up to you.

NSFW 18+

You don’t know how you ended up here, but you did, you were sitting in a booth squished between Winn and Kara while Alex sat on the end with Lena, Nia, Brainy, and James sitting on the other side of the table “What are you guys hungry for?” Kara asked, looking over your shoulder at the menu you were holding and missing Lena looking over her menu at you which Alex rolled her eyes at since Lena was practically undressing you with her eyes, but you never noticed mostly because you weren’t the best at keeping eye contact especially when it came to Lena, your crush having developed ever since Kara had dragged you to a game night and you had met Lena that night “I’ll probably just get my usual” you said quietly, finally looking up from your menu and blushing when you caught Lena’s eyes before you quickly averted your eyes “What about you, Lena?” Alex asked, giving her a swift kick to the shin, not enough to hurt her but enough to knock her out of her trance “Oh, uh… I’m not sure yet” Lena said, clearing her throat before focusing on her menu once more, you raising an eyebrow when James laughed some before clearing his throat when Lena threw him a glare.

After that night, you had noticed that from time to time Lena would be staring at you, causing you to shift uncomfortably since you thought she didn’t like you “Hey, Y/N” Kara called as you were walking down the hall of CatCo, you were one of the intern reporters there, causing you to stop and turn around “What can I do for you, Kara?” You asked, giving her a small smile “For the game night tomorrow can you go with Alex to pick up snacks and everything? She’ll pick you up” she asked, looking at you and smiling at you “Oh, sure I can do that” you said softly, smiling back at her and checking your phone “Anything else? I have to catch the subway” you said, looking at her and watching her shake her head “Alright, see you tomorrow then” you said, giving her a small wave before you headed out.

The next day, you were getting ready when you heard a knock at the door “Hey Alex, just give me a moment to get some shoes on” you said when you opened the door, letting Alex in before heading back into your room and tugging shoes on before heading out with her “So, what’s on the list?” You asked, looking at her and raising an eyebrow when Alex handed you a piece of paper “All of this?” You asked, looking at the list with wide eyes “When it comes to Kara, she overprepares” Alex said with a chuckle, getting in the car before taking off once you were settled.

At Kara’s place, she was getting everything set up until there was a knock on her door “Coming!” She called, stepping over some things that were in the way before opening the door “Lena! You’re early” Kara said, letting her in and watching as Lena made a beeline for her kitchen “Sure, make yourself at home” Kara said, rolling her eyes and shutting the door before she followed Lena who already grabbed a bottle of wine and poured herself a full glass “Everything okay?” Kara asked, raising an eyebrow and following Lena who took the whole bottle of wine along with her wine glass to the living room, practically chugging the glass of wine before pouring herself another “You know Y/N… Like really know her, right?” Lena asked, all but chugging the second glass of wine “Well yeah, she’s like my best friend” Kara said, looking at Lena and not understanding where she was going with this “Why are you asking?” She asked, watching as Lena opted for just drinking out of the wine bottle instead “Well… I’ve found myself extremely attracted to her, she’s so cute and her shyness is just… Ugh” Lena said, smiling some as she took another drink “Okay, why are you telling me this?” Kara asked, giving a small laugh and getting comfortable on the couch “I just… I just want to… Every time I see her it’s so hard for me to keep my hands to myself” Lena said, not seeing the blush that now covered Kara’s face as she continued.

“I just want to pull her into a room and have my way with her” Lena said after about twenty minutes of talking about it with Kara, her having finished the bottle of wine about ten minutes ago and not having heard the front door open ��I’m out” Alex said, throwing her hands up and turning on her heel and leaving, you and her having heard what Lena had said, your face bright red and looking at them with wide eyes “Uh, I’m gonna take these into the kitchen” Kara said, quickly getting up and taking the bags from you, rushing to get into the kitchen as fast as possible “So…” you said softly, looking at Lena whose eyes were locked onto yours as soon as you looked up from your feet, causing you to blush even more than before “It’s all true, you know” Lena said, standing up and stumbling slightly as she walked over to you, you catching her when she tripped and looking at her “You-“ “Yes” Lena cut you off, looking at you and her eyes dropping to your lips, causing you to bite your lip before she captured your lips with hers, causing you to freeze before you kissed her back “Not here” you said, pulling back when you felt her hand travel under your shirt and looking at her “Kara, we’re heading out!” You called, hearing her answer you back before you led Lena outside “You’re not driving” you said, taking her keys out of her hand before you helped her into her car.

After you got her up into your apartment, she immediately had you pinned up against the door with her lips on yours which you returned in full force, feeling her hands under your shirt and pulling away long enough to discard the offending material, helping her do the same “You’re sure?” You asked, looking at her and watching her smirk “I’m sure, I’ve wanted this for so long Y/N” Lena said, capturing your lips once more and you doing your best to lead the two of you to your bedroom without running into much, her pushing you back onto the bed when the back of your knees hit the edge “I have so much planned for tonight” Lena said, kissing down to your neck, causing a moan to escape you, feeling her smirk against your neck as she made her way to your clothed breasts, kissing your collarbone as she unhooked your bra before throwing it somewhere on the floor and pulling back slightly to admire your breasts, making you blush and start to raise your arms to cover them only for her to grab your wrists and pin them down on the bed “They’re perfect, Y/N” Lena whispered, looking at you and giving you a small smile before she took a pert nipple into her mouth while one of her hands massaged the other, another moan coming out of you which made her smile.

“You okay?” Lena asked softly as she rubbed your hips, wanting to make sure you were doing okay before she did anything else “I’m fine” you promised, rubbing your legs together to create some friction between your legs only for her to push your legs apart and massage your thighs, making you whine since she was teasing you now “Lena” you whined, looking at her and propping yourself on your elbows to look at her better “Please” you begged, looking at her and watching her smirk at you, gasping when she ran her fingers everywhere but where you needed her “Please what, Y/N?” Lena asked, tugging your underwear off as she did so she had more space to tease you “Please I need you” you whined, too embarrassed to say anything more and choking on a moan when she finally started rubbing your clit, rocking your hips to create more friction and groaning when she used her free arm to hold you down “Patience, Y/N” she scolded, looking at you before she leaned down and started pressing kisses to your stomach “Lena” you moaned, your head falling back against your pillows and tangling your fingers in her hair the closer she got to your throbbing cunt, letting out a whine as she completely skipped over it and kissed the inside of your thigh “You’re so wet for me, Y/N” Lena said, moving closer to your core before moving to the other thigh and giving it the same treatment before she finally gave into your whining and ran her tongue along your slit, causing you to moan loudly and your back to arch as you tightened your grip on her hair “Lena” you cried, closing your eyes as she did things with her tongue that had you seeing stars “I’m close” you moaned, biting your lip and gasping when she slipped a finger into you, you lasting a few thrusts before you released, your back arching as you screamed her name before you flopped back onto the bed with a sigh, looking at her when she kissed her way back up your body before pressing a kiss to your lips, you making a small face at the taste of yourself but returning the kiss either way “Thank you” you whispered, looking at her and watching her smile “I’m not done with you yet, you’re in for a long night” she assured, kissing you once more as you relaxed against the mattress, letting her do whatever she pleased with you.

End Note: I hope you guys enjoyed!! Again if you guys are okay with being tagged in these kinds of things please let me know and if you’d like to be added to a Taglist, shoot me a DM or an Ask!! Have a good day/night!! :)

[ohnojustimagine]

Never Knew You

Sheamus/Reader Fluff, though there’s angst along the way; 3890 words

This was a request for Sheamus friends-to-lovers, with angst-leading-to-fluff!

***

The first time you met Sheamus, you’d just signed with WWE and one of the producers was showing you around backstage at Raw, introducing you to people. “And this,” the guy had said, “of course, is Sheamus.”

You’d been in the business long enough to know that most wrestlers were way less impressive in person, but Sheamus was definitely bigger than you expected. Taller, but then maybe, you thought, that was just the sheer, gravity-defying vertical scale of the hawk. You stared up at him, offering your hand, saying, “Hi.”

“Nice to meet you,” he’d said, shaking your hand with a firm but gentle grip. “Welcome to the company.”

“Thanks,” you’d replied, smiling politely as the producer guy checked his phone.

“Sorry,” he said. “Just sit tight for a minute, I have to take this.” He’d walked off quickly, abandoning you without even a backward glance, leaving you standing there.

Sheamus and you had looked at each other, awkward, and you made some dumb joke, and he laughed. And the thing is, that though to this day you’ve never been able to remember what you actually said, you’ve never forgotten the sound of that laughter; a surprisingly loud, almost delighted guffaw. There was that instant sense of being totally and utterly at ease around someone, that click you get when you meet a person who you just somehow know you’re going to be friends with for a long, long time.

It’s been over a year now, since that day, and you’re still as tight as ever. The wrestling business is a crazy ride at the best of times, but your connection stays strong and true through all the highs and lows of it. Personal relationships can be difficult with the lifestyle you’re forced to lead, all the travel and training and exhaustion, so you’re incredibly grateful to have someone like Sheamus in your life.

Especially because you don’t really date much, preferring to concentrate on your career, so there’s no one waiting at home for you. Sheamus only ever seems to be able to stick with one girl for a few months at most, and some of them are threatened by you and your friendship with him, some aren’t, but even so, they never last.

It always makes you feel kind of sad, that he so far hasn’t ever been with someone who appreciates him for the amazing guy he is, because you know how badly he wants to settle down. But you have faith that the right woman is out there for him, and you’re sure that one day he’ll find her and all the happiness he deserves.

But in the meantime, you manage to keep each other company. Like tonight, because it’s one of your nights off, and Sheamus is over at your place, the two of you sprawled lazily on your couch, watching a movie.

A boring movie, and after a while you say, “So, why are you sitting at home with me tonight? Don’t you have a hot date or something?”

“You’re my hot date,” he says, not looking away from the TV, shovelling something disgusting-looking into his mouth from one of those tiny weird trays of food he’s always eating. You have a bowl of popcorn on your lap and you stare down at yourself, at your faded t-shirt and baggy old sweat pants.

“Yeah,” you say, “I don’t think I’m anyone’s hot date tonight.”

He looks up at you, frowning. “Don’t say that,” he tells you. “You’re beautiful, you know that.”

“Aw,” you say. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

He smiles at you with that broad, careless grin of his, and hmm, you muse, because it suddenly occurs to you that he’s been smiling a lot lately. The last month or so he’s been… different, somehow. Happier, you think. Lighter, perhaps, as if there’s something freshly discovered inside him, a source of unexpected joy.

You narrow your eyes suspiciously, and ask, “Are you dating someone new?”

“No,” he replies, with a vaguely guilty, almost secretive expression.

“But you like someone, don’t you?”

“No,” he says, but you know him well enough to be able to tell he’s lying.

“You do,” you say, accusing. “You’ve got that dopey look you always get when you’ve got a crush on someone.”

“I don’t get crushes,” he tells you. “I’m too old for crushes.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, then, feelings. You have feelings for someone.”

“No, I don’t.”

You don’t believe him. “Who is she?”

“No one.”

“I’m going to find out,” you say. “Tell me.”

“It’s no one,” he repeats, stubborn.

“Do I know her?”

He pauses, then says, slowly, “Maybe.”

You gasp, practically bouncing in your seat. “Oh my god, is it someone from work? Tell me.”

“I just…” he starts, his voice trailing off. He takes a breath, then says, more firmly, “Not yet, okay?”

“Okay,” you concede, restraining yourself, because you’re dying to know, but if he needs space, then he needs space, and you’re not going to fuck this up for him. You nudge his leg with your toes, gently shoving at the solid, unyielding bulk of his thigh, and say, “But just so you know, I’m really, really happy for you.”

“Thanks,” he says, petting your foot a little, his hand casually resting on your bare ankle.

You point your finger at him. “But I hope this chick knows how lucky she is.”

Sheamus shrugs. “Maybe I’m the lucky one.”

“She that good, huh?”

“She’s the best,” he says with a sheepish, almost shy smile, and you laugh, throwing one of the couch cushions at his head.

“Man, you have it bad, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he says, sighing, resigned. “I really, really do.”

***

The next few weeks at Raw, you’re in full-on investigative mode, determined to find out who this mystery girl is. You try to be at least kind of subtle about it but you pay extra close attention to who Sheamus is interacting with and how he’s interacting with them.

For a while you think it might be Nia, but no, their conversations are only as friendly as ever, with no hint of flirting. You consider a few of the other girls… maybe Dana? She seems like Sheamus’ type but they don’t talk, barely even acknowledge each other beyond a nod and a quick ‘hi’ backstage, so that doesn’t seem possible.

You’re close to admitting defeat because, as far as you can tell, there’s literally nothing different in the way Sheamus is acting towards anyone. In fact, the only person he seems to be spending more time with than normal is you, and you’re pretty sure that’s mostly just because you’re following him around like some kind of deranged stalker.

But you’re nothing if not tenacious, so, eventually you manage to corner Cesaro, get him on his own when Sheamus isn’t around.

“What’s going on with Sheamus?” you ask.

“What do you mean?” he replies, calm, but there’s a weird edge to him, the way he’s looking at you. You know Cesaro doesn’t have a problem with you, but you’re aware he finds you just a little too much sometimes, so you usually try to tone it down when you’re around him, for Sheamus’ sake.

But desperate times call for all the desperate measures and at least some of those other cliches, so you go on. “He’s got a new girl, right? Someone he likes?”

Cesaro doesn’t reply for a good, full minute, as if he’s very, very carefully weighing up what his answer should be, but you wait, and eventually he says, “Yes.”

“Do you know who?”

Another long pause from him, then, “Yes, and I’m not going to tell you.”

“Why?”

“I can’t betray his confidence like that.”

You let out a small huff of disappointment, but you understand where he’s coming from. Yet you can’t stop yourself from pouting. “Why do you have to be such a good friend?” you complain.

Cesaro smiles at you, but there’s something troubled, clouded, in his eyes as he says, “He’ll tell you about it when he’s ready.”

“Fine.” You hold up your hands. “I’ll let it be.”

“You promise?” He raises his eyebrows, and you can tell he’s serious, which is… weird, you think.

But you don’t argue, saying, “Promise.”

***

Sometimes, on your days off, you’ll meet up with Sheamus and Cesaro for some ring work, help them go over their moves, try to come up with something new. You’re small enough relative to the two of them that they can more easily get creative, and flexible enough that you’re able to take the many bumps and botches that come with experimentation without too much of a problem.

Today Cesaro’s standing on the apron, leaning on the ropes, watching, and you and Sheamus are testing out a submission. You’re moving through it, slow, then fast, each playing one role and then the other, and right now you’re lying half across him, holding up his leg with one arm, the other across his upper body. Your chest is pressed into his neck, your leg between his thighs.

And then you feel something, and for a split second you assume you must have missed a beat, that maybe his arm is in the wrong position, but then…. oh shit you think, realizing, because that is definitely not Sheamus’ arm.

You move enough that you can look down at him, trying not to laugh, as you say, “Oh my god, do you have a boner?”

You see his expression change to one of panicked horror and he shoves you off him, standing up. And his shorts are loose enough to hide at least some of what’s happening, but, well, yeah. That is an obvious and frankly pretty impressive-looking erection he has going on.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, a blush creeping up over the edges of his beard. He runs his hand over his face, wiping off the sweat.

“Seems like the real Celtic Warrior has come out to play,” you say, teasingly.

“Shut up.”

“You so call your dick the Celtic Warrior.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, he’s brandishing his sword right now.”

“Please stop,” he says, with a pained expression.

“Hey,” you tell him, suddenly aware how genuinely embarrassed he seems to be. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not a thing. It’s probably my fault, anyway, I just got you the wrong way or, you know, rubbed up against something I shouldn’t have.”

“No, it was…” He gestures at your chest.

“Oh,” you say, looking down at your breasts, barely contained within the low-cut crop top you’re wearing. “Sorry, I did kind of get them right up in your face, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.” He exhales a slow, quiet breath. “You did.”

“Man, you’re such a guy,” you say. “All you need is random boobs and hey, instant hard on. It doesn’t even matter who the boobs are attached to.”

He looks at you, his face strangely unreadable as he mutters, obstinate, “It matters to me.”

“Well, can we finish? Do you need to go jerk off or can you just will it away?”

“I’ll be fine in a minute,” he tells you through slightly gritted teeth.

“Think about your grandma or something,” you say, trying to be helpful.

“Jesus, can we not talk about my nan while I’m…” He doesn’t finish the sentence.

“Why?” you ask. “Is she like, a really sexy older lady?”

“For fuck’s sake,” he says, impatiently, clearly exasperated with you. “Look, I might just hit the showers.”

“Fine,” you reply, annoyed that he’s being such a baby about it. People touch each other in weirdly intimate places all the time in wrestling, it’s just part of the job, and shit happens sometimes and it’s no big deal. But, apparently, today Sheamus has decided to make it into a big deal, and it’s fucking stupid, the way he’s overreacting.

He turns without another word, ducking through the ropes and jumping down onto the floor, and you watch him walk off in silence.

Cesaro’s still standing there, not saying anything. “What?” you ask him, but he only shakes his head.

***

The next day, you show up at the training center as planned. You sent Sheamus a couple of texts last night, but he never replied, and honestly, you’re not sure what to think. Maybe you took it a bit too far with ribbing him, but that’s how the two of you have always handled awkward situations, by joking about them, and you don’t get why he’s suddenly so sensitive.

But whatever’s going on, you don’t want a repeat of yesterday, so you’ve worn a t-shirt instead of your usual crop top. It’s fitted, yeah, but the neckline is high enough to hide the entirety of your cleavage. It’s kind of uncomfortable, and you’re more than a little irritated by the fact that you feel like you have to cover yourself, but you’ll deal for now.

Sheamus and Cesaro are already there in the ring, and they nod at you as you step in through the ropes. “So,” you say to Sheamus, “do you want to go over that move from yesterday?”

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry,” you assure him. “I’ve put these away today.” You grab your breasts, giving them an exaggerated squeeze and his eyes go so wide you could swear for a second they’re about to pop right out of his head.

But then he looks at you, and he’s angry, yeah, but he’s hurt too. There’s something almost wounded about him, the way he’s holding himself, as if he’s carrying some heavy burden, weighed down with it but resigned to the pain, accepting it like it’s his due. And you can’t understand it, understand him, why he’s acting this way. “I think maybe,” he states, each word careful, as if he’s afraid of what he might say, “I’ll just do some weights.”

“Come on,” you plead as he turns away, “don’t be like that.”

He waves back at you, dismissive, and then he’s gone, heading across to the far side of the gym, disappearing among the various machines.

When you glance over at Cesaro, he’s rubbing his forehead, and his face reminds you of that expression your mom used to get when you were a kid and you and your brother wouldn’t stop fighting.

“God, you two…” he says

“What?” you ask him. “What the fuck is going on?”

You see him hesitate, but then he checks behind him, as if he’s making certain that Sheamus isn’t within earshot, and then says, “It’s you.”

“What?”

“The person he’s into, the girl, it’s you.”

“No it’s not,” you answer, incredulous, because there’s no way. No fucking way, it’s not possible.

“Yes,” Cesaro says, “it is.”

“Bullshit,” you retort, and Cesaro grasps your shoulder, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

“Think about it,” he says, his voice gentle. “Just think about it.”

***

So you do think about it, and, despite your initial disbelief, it all very quickly begins to make a perfect, unnervingly disconcerting kind of sense. The way Sheamus has been lately, the way he’s been acting around you, that incident with the hard on… you wince to remember what you said to him.

And you don’t know what to do, how to fix this, but the one thing you know for sure, the truth of it something strong and resolute inside you, is that you can’t lose his friendship.

You just can’t.

***

It’s the first house show of the week, and you find him backstage, stretching, hands pressed up against one of the walls as he pushes his leg out behind him.

“Hi,” you say, and it’s perhaps the first time you’ve ever felt even slightly uncomfortable around him.

“Hey,” he replies, barely looking at you.

“Can we talk?”

He stands up straight, turning to face you, and says, “I know Cesaro told you.”

“Yeah,” you admit, “he did.”

“Bastard,” Sheamus mutters, shaking his head.

“I think he just didn’t know what else to do.”

“Yeah, well,” he says. “Now you know.”

“So can we talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He shrugs.

“There is,” you say, feeling as if you might cry at how closed-off and miserable he seems, guarded in a way he’s never been with you. But you go on, saying, “I didn’t realize how you felt, and I’ve been really thoughtless and said some really stupid things, and I’m so sorry.”

“You’re not the one to blame.”

“No, but I didn’t have to be such an asshole.”

“It’s okay.”

You sigh. “So, what do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” he says sadly.

“Maybe we should fuck?” you ask, hopefully, because it’s the only thing you can think of. “Maybe if you fucked me, you’d get it out of your system and we could move on.”

You see anger flare in his eyes, fiery and bright, and his voice is loud, too loud, as he says, “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t just want to fuck you. I’m in…” He stops himself, staring down at the floor for a moment, and when he looks back up, anguished, the unspoken word hangs heavy in the air between you.

Love, you think, and you feel as if time has stopped, the whole world slowed down, and you can’t breathe, because he’s in love with you.

“I’ve tried to get over it, I have and I can’t.” He leans back against the wall, scrubbing his hand through his hair. “Look, I’m going to need some time. I think I’m going to need to not be around you for a while.”

“Okay,” you say, because you can’t process this, you can’t believe it’s happening. You take a step back, away from him. “Starting now?” you ask, and, after a second, he nods.

“Can I give you a hug good bye, at least?” you say, your voice sounding small and lost even to your own ears.

“Course you can,” he says, warmer now, and you practically launch yourself at him, pressing your face to his chest as he wraps his arms around you. You breathe in the smell of him, not wanting to ever let go, willing yourself not to cry, but a few tears leak out, unbidden.

At last, you stand back, sniffling a little, but you smile at him as best you can.

“You gonna be all right?” he asks you, concerned

“I’ll be fine,” you tell him, steadfastly holding it together, because you really do mean it. “You take all the time you need, and I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

You raise your hand at him, turning, and as you walk away it’s like someone has reached inside your chest and is slowly ripping out your heart, step by agonizing step.

And you want to, so much, but you don’t look back.

***

You miss him, of course you miss him, but you don’t miss him in the way you expected.

There’s a hole not just in your life, but, it feels like, in your entire being. Your soul, maybe, because there’s a desolate kind of emptiness inside you that won’t go away no matter how hard you work at ignoring it. It’s not as if you didn’t know how much Sheamus meant to you, but you never realized the extent to which he’d taken up residence in your heart, how precious and rare and essential he was.

And there are some other things you’ve started to think about, like why you’ve never really had the slightest interest in dating anyone else in the entire time you’ve known Sheamus. You’ve always made excuses, telling yourself it was all about your career, that you didn’t have space in your life for a man, but it seemed there was plenty of space there for one particular man.

It doesn’t hit you all at once, the pieces gradually fitting together in a slow-dawning realization that builds and builds until, one day, you know.

Perhaps you’ve always known, because you’ve never been more certain of anything, the knowledge of it like something carved in deep on your bones: who you belong to, and who belongs to you.

***

You consider texting him, asking to talk, but you doubt he’ll answer, so the next morning, you head over to his house, feeling yourself tremble as you press the doorbell, waiting.

“Hey,” you say as he opens the door.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to do this,” he says, kindly but firmly, folding his arms, leaning up against the door frame, and fuck, you think, but he looks good. So good it takes you a minute to remember what you want to say.

“I needed to see you,” you tell him.

“Well, here I am.”

“Here you are,” you say. And he is, he’s here, in the pale, almost obscenely muscled flesh and you know you’re staring at him but you can’t help yourself.

You inhale, trying to focus. “I want to…” You don’t know how to phrase it. “I want to try.”

“Try what?”

“You know.”

“I told you,” he says. “No thanks on the whole pity fuck thing.”

“I don’t…” you say, helpless. “I want to, I want you.”

“You do?” he asks, caution in his voice, but there’s an undertone of something almost hopeful.

“Yeah.” You swallow nervously, breath catching tight in your throat, and for a moment you don’t think you’re going to be able to speak it out loud, but then the words tumble out. “I think maybe I have feelings for you.”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, looking at you. You gaze up at him, and whatever he sees there in your face must say everything, because he smiles at you, his eyes shining, and he moves aside, ushering you in.

***

You have no idea how much time has passed, but you’re lying in Sheamus’ bed, and every single inch of your body is basically tingling with sexed-out bliss, alive with it, so high you might as well be floating.

He’s running his hands over your breasts, grinning such a smugly, filthily satisfied grin that you feel an aching throb between your thighs just to see it.

You laugh, and say, “We could have been doing this the whole time we’ve known each other. Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?”

“Fucked if I know,” Sheamus replies. “You’re the one who wasn’t interested.”

“Yeah,” you muse, wondering. “Wow, I’m like the dumbest person alive.”

“You,” he says, leaning over, punctuating every word with a kiss, “are the strongest, smartest, sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”

“Not that smart, I didn’t see this coming.”

“But you see it now?”

“Oh yeah,” you agree. “Oh my god, yeah.”

Sheamus smirks at you. “I guess we’ve got a lot of wasted time to make up for.”

“I guess so.”

“You got anything planned today?”

And you’re sure there was something, but you can’t remember what it was and, frankly, you don’t give a single shit. “Nothing important.”

“Then I think,” he says, “we should spend the day making up for all that lost time.” He grabs you, rolling over onto his back and pulling you down on top of him.

“That,” you say, with a breathless giggle, “sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had.”

[peterjonesparker]

do you have any thoughts/hcs about the future after that new years kiss fic? 👀 👀 asking for a friend

lmao nia you wreck me istg. i hadn’t initially had thoughts but since you’re asking for a friend...

michelle texts peter january 1st at three pm after she’s slept for seven hours and made herself an egg scramble with the turkey taco meat she made last night

she’s waited too many years to try to pretend to wait a few days to text him

besides, it’s not like he didn’t text her two days ago asking her what that movie was they watched with ned on christmas eve

so she texts him

and he texts back

and they are planning to spend the first day of the year going to central park with coffee he promised to get from her favorite coffee shop

she finds him sitting on a bench near the entrance where peter, ned, and herself would spend summer days when it wasn’t unbearable to be outside

his face shines when he spots her and she tampers down the butterflies raging in her stomach with little success

she’s not three shot skis into the day, so her bravery wavers a bit as she sits down next to him and grabs one of the coffees. he glances at her through the corner of his eye and squints a bit before standing quickly. she looks up at him, confused, but he just extends his hand to her. “let’s go for a walk.”

she slides her arm through his and they walk like an eight year old couple on a sunday morning after they’d completed the crossword together. oddly, it feels more comfortable than romantic. she finds she enjoys it a lot

neither of them speak for a long time. they walk for maybe half a mile in silence, letting the people around them and the sounds of the city be their soundtrack

but then michelle bites her tongue and realizes that this is dumb. she kissed him on new year’s eve. she’s been in love with her since high school. she’s grown up a lot since high school and she doesn’t need to be an embarrassed teenager about this

she’s gonna be an awkward adult instead

“so, uh,” she starts, and peter’s head slowly swings toward her so his eyes can bore into hers like she’s going to give him the answers to all life’s questions. no pressure. “we put our faces together. and kissed. on new year’s eve.”

he flushes, turning away with a smile. “yeah, we did.”

she takes a deep breath, centering herself. chuckles a bit. “you’d said you were good at other things, too?”

she can’t tell if the pink in his cheeks and on his ears are from the cold or from her question

she finds she doesn’t care when he looks that precious

but he bites his lip and glances over at her, eyes squinting as he watches. he releases his lip with a pop to speak, “we can always put that to the test.”

“i’d like that.” she smiles mischievously. “a lot.”

and they do just that

peter shows michelle all the ways in which he’s not the fumbling awkward boy he was in high school. peter shows michelle all the ways in which his lips can curl her toes. peter shows michelle all the ways in which his tongue can arch her back off the bed until she’s grabbing at sheets, the bed frame, his hair (his favorite) for any form of anchoring to root her in this moment

and then, when michelle thinks he can’t possibly show her anything as intense, he crowds her into the bed and engulfs her in his arms. his forearms on either side of her, biceps keeping her focus solely on him. hips pushing her into the bed as he slowly rocks back and forth into her. legs tangled around hers like an embrace. she can only wrap her arms around his chest and press open-mouthed kisses into his shoulder, occasionally letting teeth drag across the skin and even sometimes bite into it as she moans

when he’s done showing her all his fancy tricks, he lies on top of her like a warm blanket on this cold january day

he presses gentle kisses into her collarbone and her jaw and her ear until he goes back to her lips. he steals her breath away, and she almost feels like she can’t do anything but take what he has to give

“i’d say you’re really, incredibly good at other things.”

he chuckles, cheek rubbing against hers as he snuggles into her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her, beneath her back, until he’s got her engulfed in a bear hug

she runs her fingers through his hair lightly, arms around his shoulders

he chuckles. “i’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“did you?”

he stops his snuggling and pulls back abruptly, pushing himself up so he can stare down into her eyes. he looks concerned. “michelle, i’ve dreamed of this for a long time. you are everything.”

she’s stunned. and before she can stop herself, she manages, “not as long as i’ve waited.”

his eyes go wide like saucers, and she pulls him back down into a kiss. and there’s so much more. even after all their lovemaking, this kiss still feels so much more significant. it’s slow and it waits and there’s an ebb and flow but throughout the entire kiss, there’s something that keeps the pair rooted in the other’s presence

michelle manages to pull back just long enough to say, “you know i love you, right?”

he answers with a kiss that takes her out of this world to a secluded place where it’s just her, peter, and their lips locked together

i am tired so it got a bit rambly at the end, but is this gonna be okay for your friend?

[fandomimaginesftw]

The Shield

A/N: I’m finally back! Sorry about the lack of content, but I finally got the muse for this. I just want to warn you, this is probably the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written. Ever. I’m actually thinking about making this more than one part, so...That should be fun. So, this is part one?

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader, Dean Ambrose x Reader, Seth Rollins x Reader

Warnings: smut, foursome, spanking, oral (female and male receiving), mention of Daddy kink, semi public, fingering, sex without a condom (wrap before you tap), slight dirty talk.

Word Count: 3,128

Part Two

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You watched the tv, a proud smile pulling at your lips. Your best friends, Seth, Dean, and Roman, were currently kicking ass. The crowd cheered so loudly, you could even hear the screams from their locker room. They loved the Shield, and you couldn't blame them. Not only were they amazing athletes, they were also insanely attractive. You had always believed that no one had any business being so attractive, let alone three people.

You were fortunate enough to have befriended all three of them shortly after you started working for Raw. You met them after your first match when they had come up to congratulate you. You remember being immediately smitten by all three of the men in front of you. All of them treated you with such kindness, and they took you under their wings. There were almost immediately rumors around the Raw office that you were sleeping with at least one of them. Some people said that you had been sleeping with all three. You took it with stride, and you were pretty sure the guys had no idea what people were saying.

Your reminiscing was cut short when the door to their locker room opened. You saw the three towering men walk into the room, your cheeks flushing a bit, as they normally did when those three were around. You looked up at them, smiling and offering your hand for a high five. They all three obliged, starting to talk about the match and the plans that Vince McMahon had for them. You sat on the couch, looking at each of you best friends and admiring them in their natural and relaxed states.

Roman was currently pulling his long black hair into that man bun that you were a huge fan of. Although you loved when it was down and flowing, something happened inside of you when he put it up like that. His brown eyes were concentrating on Seth, who was taking over the conversation. He was excited that he pulled off a pretty badass DDT, the bright smile on his face radiant and contagious. Dean agreed, running his fingers through his already messy hair. He ran his pink tongue across his lips, wetting them slightly. You found yourself mesmerized by it, your mind wandering to places where it shouldn’t be. Your thoughts were suddenly filled with questions, like what else could he do with that tongue?

Your mind was going a million places at once, your thighs instinctively squeezing together because of the unholy thoughts you had in your mind. Roman called out your name, snapping his fingers in your face to bring you back to reality. You blinked, looking up at him. You blushed softly, looking over the three of them before standing. You apologized, grabbing your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. You congratulated them and left in a hurry, feeling a bit too embarrassed to stay. They all watched you leave, then looked at each other for confirmation that that just happened.

After you left, the three of the men decided to sit down and discuss what had happened. They all agreed that you had been really strange lately, Dean suggesting that maybe the rumors were starting to get to you. Seth had thought that maybe you were nervous because you were supposed to go to your first public outing for WWE without them. But Roman knew better. He shook his head, telling them exactly what was going on: you had feelings for them. They started talking it through, coming up with a plan to find out if it was true for sure. They decided that they would commence the plan after your match the next day.

The next day, your match had gone almost perfect. They had you scheduled against Nia Jax, and you were supposed to win by pin fall. You did, but there was a bit of a mix up in the routine. Nia had calculated your move wrong just enough to injure your ankle. Probably didn’t help much that you were distracted most of the match. You two played it off as if it was intentional, though she immediately apologized backstage. You told her that you’d be okay and not to worry about it, trying to walk it off. You limped back to your locker room, needing to sit down and give your ankle a rest.

You opened the door, not surprised to see Roman, Seth, and Dean waiting for you. They had looks of concern as you wobbled over to your chair. You started undoing your boot, hissing in pain when you pulled it off. Roman walked over to you, kneeling in front of you. You watched him as he carefully took your sock off, a soft hum vibrating his throat. He looked up at Seth, asking him to grab an ice pack. When you asked how bad it was, he chuckled.

“You always seem to get yourself injured, Y/N. I thought you two worked on the routine nonstop.” Seth got him the ice pack, and he gently put it to your skin. You jumped a bit at the sudden cold sensation on your throbbing foot. You sighed, explaining that you and Nia had been busting your asses to get the routine down. It most likely had to do with the fact that you were slightly distracted by some specific men. You saw Dean walk over, standing behind you. He placed his larger hand on your shoulders, starting to gently massage them. You relaxed back into his touch, a soft smile on your face. Roman’s fingers started to untie the laces on your other boot, the pressure starting to let up. You looked up at Seth, whose gaze was currently tracing over your outfit.

“When did you decide to change your ring attire?” His hand slowly traced over the material, making your skin rise under his touch. You blinked a few times, watching his hand as it continued to move over your slightly more revealing ring outfit. “It looks really good on you, Y/N.” He smiled softly down at you, pulling his hand away. You almost asked him to continue touching you, but you held your tongue. You looked down at Roman, who glanced up at you as well. The way he was positioned made your head race. His face was so close to your lap, and the thoughts you had made you suddenly sit up. Dean’s hands stopped moving on your shoulders, but they stayed put. You started to stand, but Dean ducked his head down to where his lips were right beside your ear.

“Why do you seem so nervous, Y/N? You feeling okay?” He leaned over to where he could look at you. You turned you head a bit, meeting his gaze. Your lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. He had never been this close before, and it was fucking with you head. You started to come up with an excuse, but you saw Roman’s tan arms rest on the chair’s arms. You looked at him, his face very close to yours. You swallowed thickly, your eyes falling to his lips before looking back up into his eyes.

“Y/N, we know what’s going on. We know why you’ve been so weird around us lately.” His large hand cupped one side of your face, leaning even closer to you. Your breath was caught in your throat, not believing that this was happening. “We know you’re into us, and we want to give you what you want.” You raised a brow, looking at Seth, who nodded in agreement. Roman moved your face so you were looking at him, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” He slowly leaned closer, soon pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes closed, taking in everything about the moment. How soft and gentle his lips were against yours, the way his hand lovingly held your cheek. His other hand rested on your hip, then slowly grazed up your side. You shivered under his touch, arching into him very slightly. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, seducing a moan from your throat. He pulled away, stepping back to let one of the other men have their turn.

You looked up as Dean now stood in front of you, suddenly wrapping one arm around your waist. He pulled you up out of the chair, meeting your lips with his own. His lips immediately moved against yours, a slow and teasing pace. You matched his pace, your lips feeling as though they were made for each others. One of your hands reached up into his hair, tangling into the mess of his light brown locks. You’ve wanted to do this for so long now, you barely registered it in your brain as actually happening. You pressed your body against him, needing one of them to actually touch you. You could feel him poke your inner thigh, and your head got all cloudy again. Before you could act on it, though, he pulled away. A small whimper left your lips, and he couldn’t help but smirk slightly. You looked at Roman, and you almost melted right there. His eyes were glazed over with lust, and maybe a bit of jealousy.

Seth suddenly pulled you against him, his broad chest against your back. He started kissing your neck, making you bite your lip. You leaned your head back just enough to where he could have easier access. His hand ran up your top, his cool fingers a bit shocking to your hot skin. You felt another pair of hands raising the top of your outfit. You raised your arms, helping Dean get it over your head. You now had your chest exposed to the three men in the room. You opened your eyes, wanting to see who was where. Roman walked over, standing to your side. Dean kissed the top of your chest, slowly making his way down. Roman’s hand gripped the flesh of your thigh before he slowly raised it until it was just above the waistband of your tight shorts. He looked at you, his eyes searching yours for permission. You nodded, needing to feel something.

With the nod, he slipped his fingers through the waistband of your shorts and underwear, caressing over your slit. You moaned, looking down in time to see Dean’s tongue leave his mouth to flick over your nipple. You moaned again, arching your back. Dean then took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around your hardening nipple. Romans fingers found your clit, his thick fingers rotating over your sensitive bud. Seth started sucking on the skin of your neck, sending your body into overdrive. Your hips started to move against Roman’s fingers, curses falling from your lips. Roman took the opportunity to enter his two first fingers into you, making you gasp and moan. Dean then switched nipples, making sure each one got enough love. You felt the heat in your stomach start to get hotter as you got closer, your hand grabbing whatever was closest. It happened to be Roman’s free wrist, and he couldn’t help but smirk. He leaned close to your ear, biting your earlobe.

“You like riding Daddy’s fingers, baby girl?” You moaned again, louder this time as you got closer to the edge. His deep voice vibrated against your ear, and you didn’t know how much longer you were gonna be able to handle this. As the three men continued what they were doing, you felt yourself becoming undone. You reached back to Seth, gently gripping his hair. He moaned in your other ear, sending more shocks of arousal to your core. Roman curled his fingers inside of you as he pumped them, making your eyes roll back and your lids close over them. You started cumming on his fingers, loud moans filling the room.

When you came down from your high, you let out a shaky breath as Seth pulled away from you. Roman pulled his hand out of your shorts, immediately tasting you on his fingers. You watched him, biting your bottom lip. Dean pulled back from you as well, his pupils dilated. You took off your shorts and underwear, completely naked in front of him. Dean looked you over hungrily, and you pulled him into another kiss. It was a bit different this time, more desperate. You hand ran over his jeans, feeling how tight they were against his cock. He moaned, his hips bucking into your hand. He suddenly lifted you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. He walked over to the couch, placing you down on the armrest. He let you go, making you fall back, Your hips were still raised up by the side of the couch, and that’s exactly what he wanted. You watched as he sank to his knees, shrugging his jacket off and his shirt with it. He hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

Before you realized what he was doing, his tongue found your clit. You moaned in surprise, but his tongue quickly made you shiver. You knew he’d be good with his tongue. He swirled it around, then wrapped his lips around your bud. Curses started falling from your lips and that’s when you noticed the two other men watching. Seth was touching himself to the sight of Dean eating you out, and that turned you on even more. You motioned from him to come over, and he happily obliged. As Dean worked his magic, you unbuckled Seth’s belt and got his pants off. His dick sprang free, and you pulled his closer, raising your head so you could take him into your mouth.

Your tongue started mimicking Dean’s, swirling around Seth. He moaned and so did you, Dean’s fingers entering you as he sucked on your clit. You did your best to bob your head on Seth’s cock, hollowing your cheeks so you could suck even harder. As Dean started to get you closer to the edge of your second orgasm, you worked hard to get Seth close as well. You could tell he was almost there, and your legs started to shake. The heat in your stomach got intense as Dean added another finger. You moaned around Seth, making him start to cum into your mouth. He pulled away from your lips, quickly stroking himself so he could cum on your chest instead. You lied back, letting his hot seed land on your chest. You screamed out as you came again, your back arching deeply, Dean holding your hips in place.

As you were coming down from your last high, you watched Roman as he made his way to you. Dean went to the other side of the couch, kneeling on the area above your head. Roman took your hand, lifting you up. You were shaky, but you did your best to stay upright. He peppered kisses down your neck, then turned you around so your back was to him. He moved some hair from your neck, kissing just under your ear.

“It’s our turn to cum now, Y/N. Get on your knees.” You nodded, doing just as he said. You heard his belt start to jingle, excitement coming over you again. You looked at Dean, who was also undoing his belt and jeans. Your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. Roman’s hands ran over your skin as he admired your ass that was right there for him. You continued to focus on Dean, your hand starting to stroke his shaft. He bit his lip, looking down at you as his hair fell into his face. Your tongue then ran up his length, making a breathy moan leave his lips. You felt Roman poke at your entrance, then he slowly entered you. He started to stretch you out gorgeously, his dick bigger than you expected.

His hips started rocking into you, his thrusts enough to make your body move with him. You continued to work your mouth around Dean when Roman’s huge hand landed on one of your cheeks. You jumped and moaned, making Dean sink farther into your mouth. He poked the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. He moaned your name, starting to rock his hips into your face. You felt Roman’s hand grip your ass tightly as he started pounding into you. His other hand ran up your spine, making you shiver. His fingers then tangled into your hair, pulling it back. You head raised and Dean started to graze against the roof of your mouth. You looked up at him, driving him crazy. He moaned, his hand gently holding your chin in place. You felt him twitch inside of your mouth, knowing he was close. You were on the verge of your third orgasm for the night, and your were in pure bliss.

Your walls tightened around Roman, making him groan your name. Dean hit his high, his cum filling your mouth. You kept eye contact with him as you swallowed all of his load, He then pulled out of your mouth, caressing your cheek with care. You blushed, then suddenly moaned loudly as Roman pulled your hips closer to him. He filled you to the brim, your walls starting to tighten around him even more as he got you closer. Your head fell forward as you let him rock your body, and soon after, your third orgasm ripped through you. He came son after you, filling you.

When he pulled out, you flipped over on your back and lied back, letting your body have a break. You’d never experienced something like that, but there were no complaints. You closed your eyes for a moment, your head completely empty yet full at the same time. One of them spoke, but you couldn’t really hear them at the moment. After what seemed like a few minutes, you were able to to come back to. You opened your eyes, sitting up. Your body ached, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. You got up, but immediately sat back down from how wobbly your legs were. Your three best friends couldn’t help but chuckle at you, and Seth walked over to you with your clothes. You thanked him, starting to get dressed again.

“So...what does this mean? Like, does this change anything between us four?” You suddenly asked, looking up at them. They all three looked at each other as they got their clothes back on, probably wondering the same thing. Roman came over at sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh.

Tag(s): @empathiclight 

[storydays]

Chapter 1: The Adventure Begins p2

*In the forest*

Sprinting through the woods, Ezra felt his heart race as a shriek echoed through the night. "Remember Ezra! Owlbears are carnivorous beasts with great strength and limited intellect! They fear fire and are easily startled." Ezra slid down the hill, leaving a dust trail behind and knelt to the ground, watching the scene in front "Stay back! Please?" asked/demanded an old man hugging a tree. He waved his staff trying to wave him off. Unfazed the enraged owlbeast rose on its hind legs, and shrieked again.

"Kade, Nia stand back. I've got this." He spoke lowly, before aiming his late father's dagger and hurling it with scary good precision. The blade sunk deep into the beasts leg, making it growl in pain. "I've got more where that came from." Ezra threatened. It growled locking eyes on the elf, before preparing to attack. Using his heighten elven senses, Ezra watched thick muscles tighten a millisecond before it swung its heavy paw towards the young elf. Ezra rolled under its paw.

"Yes! Two points Ezra, zero points owlbear!" cheered Kade. Thron off-balance, the injured creature crashed into a tree. It staggered back, shaking its head. It screeched at Ezra; it was hurt badly, and furious. "Watch out! It's going to charge!" Nia cried. Studying the beast, Ezra pulled out his sword, and put it to the side, out of his reach, and held up his empty hands, locking eyes with the owlbear.

"I understand now. You were just protecting your owlet-cubs. I'm sorry we disturbed your family. I am also sorry for injuring you. Will you let me heal you?" Ezra asked softly, making his way towards the beast before he was crouching in front of the beast. "Ezra! What are you doing?" Kade exclaimed, shocked at his brother's actions. "Making amends." The elf stated before holding a hand out in front of the beast. It hissed at him before watching its owlet-cubs flutter towards the white haired being.

They licked him and cooed happily as he ran a hand over their feathers. Taking note of her distraction, Ezra took out some ointment and gently removed the knife and applied the healing medicine. The creature sighed in relief before nuzzling Ezra and ushering her children along. "Go on, follow your mother." He chided the littlest owlet-cub, who hurried to catch up with his family.

"Nothing to it." Ezra chuckled, cleaning his blade, and sheathing it in his thigh holster. "You really got it to go away! Ezra, that was amazing!"Nia cheered, starting to throw her arms around the elf but stops and backs away, embarrassment clear on her cheeks. She twirled a piece of hair in her fingers, fidgeting. "I mean....I am very grateful for your service." She corrected. "My pleasure. If I had it my way working with animals would be an every day occurrence." In front of you, the old man climbs down from the tree and approaches the group. Ezra eyed his priest robes, cloak, and the many viles on his person.

"Thank you, kind strangers! Without you, I wouldn't know what I would've done." "Mister, it was really no trouble." Ezra shrugged. Nia and Kade smile at Ezra, brown and green eyes filled with wonder. "Maybe for you it wasn't, but we didn't stand a chance on our own. We're in your debt." "The Light blesses those who help travelers in need. It will shine upon you two. "It's not a sack of coin, but I'll take it." The old man swooped into a deep bow before the brothers.

"I am Scholar Vash Vallerin, High Priest of the Light. I see you've already met my apprentice, Nia." He sent a warm smile towards the two men, as Nia spoke up. "I'm sorry, Scholar...I tried to use the Light to ward off the owlbear, but the magic wasn't powerful enough. " "No need to apologize, my dear. You are still a novice, and have never had to use battle magic in a real scenario. You did what you could." Scholar Vash soothed Nia.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. You can use magic? I've never met a mage before!" Kade looked at the two with sparkles in his eyes. "One day, Nia will be a great priestess, healing the sick, protecting the weak, holding the darkness of the world at bay! For now though, she's still training. We're on a pilgrimage to visit all of the temples of the Light throughout the kingdom. Is there one in your village, perhaps?" Vash asked.

"Not since we've lived here. I don't think anyone follows that faith anymore." Kade hummed. "There might be one person....that one lady who lives in the cave by the river?" Ezra wondered outloud. "No, she worships the Great Beetle, remember?" laughed the younger brother. "What a shame," sighed the old man, "The decline of the faithful...In any case, we're seeking the Temple of Ellara...Which is supposed to be right around here." Vash looked around, for said place.

"The Temple of Ellara? That old ruin? I haven't been there myself, but it's about a day's walk from town." Kade explained. "Oh, that's the most wonderful news! Nia, we must journey at once!" Vash clapped his hands excitedly. "But...are you sure it's safe? What if we encounter another owlbear? Or worse?" "Nia frowned at her mentor's words.

"Fortunately, the Light has blessed us with these fine, strapping adventurers to protect us!" Vash gestured to the elf and human. "Err..we aren't--" Kade was interrupted by Vash. "We can't offer you much, but if you'd accompany us to the temple and fend off any other mishaps..I could pay you 30 gold." "T-Thirty gold?" Ezra spoke up for the first time in a while, shocked at the price. "Can you give us a second to talk it over?" Ezra pulled his brother out of earshot, the teen looking anxiously Nia and Vash.

"Ezra, I don't know about this. Scaring off one owlbear is fine, but there's not telling what's put there by those ruins." "Kade, come on. It's just an old temple, and I'm sure there's tons of useful knowledge in that head of yours." Ezra smiled. "I do know about ancient temples." Kade hummed. "Besides, we could really use the adventure. If this works out, we could accompany them on the rest of their journey. We could see the world outside Riverbend's walls! Nowhere too far, of course. But if it turns out we're good at this 'adventuring' thing, who knows where it might lead?" Ezra asked, getting more excited with each passing moment.

"To our early graves?" Kade joked, yelping when his brother gave him a noogie. "You're such a pessimist. And I know you want to see the temple from your stories. Look, let's just take them to this temple and head back after, okay? We'll be 30 gold richer and you'll have a great new story to tell at the tavern." Ezra sang cheerfully. Kade shakes his head in defeat, a grin spreading across his face.

"Fine, big brother. I can't deny you an adventure that fell right into your lap." "Yes! That's the spirit!" Ezra cheered before slinging an arm around Kade's shoulders, they returned to the waiting priest and priestess. "We're in! We can take you to the Ellara temple ruins, then bring you back to Riverbend." "Oh that's wonderful news!" Nia smiled. "Indeed! Thank you, kind strangers!" Vash smiled with glee.

"Please, I'm Ezra and this is my brother Kade. Don't worry; if he starts talking your ear off, I'll slap him on the back of his head." He joked, ignoring Kade's mock glare. "I feel so much better having protection...especially from such a perceptive elf as yourself." Nia beamed. "It's too dark to keep traveling tonight. We'll camp here and continue on in the morning. Though, I must admit, I'm not much for setting up camp." Nia admitted with an embarrassed red blush on her cheeks.

Ezra chuckled gently. "Don't worry. The outdoors are my playground. Sit back and allow me." Using his knowledge of the woods, Ezra gathered firewood, created a windbreak, and stoked a steady fire to keep everyone warm...in 2 minutes flat. "Done!" "Wow, you really know what you're doing! I'm so glad you ran into you, Ezra!"

'Literally.' Ezra and Kade thought, snickering to themselves. Everyone settled in for the night. Scholar Vash disappeared into his tent and seconds later, the three remaining heard loud snoring. "I guess one of us will get some sleep tonight, even if it keeps the rest of us awake. " Kade chuckled. "You're one to talk! When you snore, it sounds like the rumbling of a swamp-hippo." Ezra joked.

"Come on, Ezra! Not in front of the priestess." Kade blushed, pouting slightly. "It's fine! I think swamp-hippos are adorable." Nia chimed in, innocently. "Not helping..but maybe counting swamp-hippos will help me fall asleep? Wish me luck, you two." Kade waved his good nights, leaving his laughing brother at the fire. Nia stared into the fire, deep into her thoughts, absentmindedly rubbing her wrist. "Everything okay?" Ezra asked, poking the fire.

"It's not a big deal, but I lost a bracelet of mine when the owlbear attacked." She admitted. "Oh, something sentimental?" wondered Ezra. "Sentimental...and practical. It's made of Lightcrystals, ones that strengthen my magic. Without it, well, I'm a little weaker. And I worry I'll need all the strength I can muster for the journey ahead." 'I suppose I could offer to help her go back and find it.' Ezra thought to himself.

"Welp, come along, Priestess. Let's go find that bracelet of yours. Before another owlbear picks it up." He stood up, reattaching his sword. "Are you sure we'll be safe?" Nia asked, standing up, twisting her fingers. "You can count on my blade..and the rest of me, too." Ezra assured. "Well, all right then! If you're sure!" Together, they snuck away from camp, going back the way they came from.

"So..how do you like our side of the world?" the elf wondered. "It's very different from what I'm used to. But I suppose most places are. This is the furthest I've ever been from home, you know? Did you grow up around here?" Brown eyes met gold eyes. "Yeah, Kade and I have spent our whole lives here. How about you?" "I've lived in the city of Whitetower all my life." She admitted. "The capital? asked Ezra. "The only one." Nia giggled.

"That's amazing! I've always wanted to see Whitetower. The beautiful spires...the king's castle..the shops and museums..." He trailed off, noticing Nia spacing out again. "I-I've never saw much of that. The Temple of Light adopted me as a baby, and that's where I spent most of my life. I only left to perform services with the other priests, delivering alms to the poor and healing the sick." She mumbled.

"So this pilgrimage you're on now..it's a big deal. You're seeing the world for the first time. " Ezra realized. "Yes...I'm thrilled to be ascending to priestess, but there's clearly so much more to the world than I'd ever imagined." Nia beamed at Ezra. "The world can be beautiful." he stated, looking at the stars. Nia glanced at him, but ducked her head, when gold eyes caught her staring.

"I-It certainly has been so far." She admitted. "I would give anything to see Cliffs of Colaris, or Flotilla, or the spires of Whitetower..." Ezra hummed. "Oh, you have to come to Whitetower someday!" "So many people from all over the realms bustling through the beautiful streets. At least, that's what I've hear." Nia lowered her voice to a whisper, "If you visit, I'll have an excuse to leave the Temple and see it all with you." "I'd like that very much."  Ezra yelped when Nia suddenly pulled him back with her with a startled look. 

"Wait! Ezra, look!!" She pointed to a small grove by a pond. Something bright and shiny sparkles on the ground, surrounded by a dozen frilled, lizard-like creatures. "Ugh, kromps." Ezra sighed. "I've never head of them! Why are they called--" "Kromp kromp! KROMP!" the creatures screeched. "Oh." Nia laughed nervously. "They're nasty little bastards crawling around hoarding shiny things for their burrows." 

"Do they bite?" the priestess wondered, shivering slightly. "Oh yeah, and the females are venomous. Want me to take care of them?" Ezra nudged the hilt of his sword questioningly.  "You mean...kill them? But they're so small and cute!" Nia blinked. "I...don't know about that,  but they aren't currently in between us and your bracelet." The elf raised an eyebrow.

"I don't want to hurt them! Do you have any other ideas?" "How about you use your magic? You said you can do magic, right? Anything that can help here?" Nia bit her lip, but nodded. "I suppose there's one thing I can try." Nia closed her eyes, drawing her hands to her chest before flaring them out wide. A blinding flash of white light blasts out of her hand, turning night to day for one dazzling second. 

"Whoa! I could've used a warning there!" Ezra complained, rubbing his eyes, seeing the kromps stunned from the sudden light. "Nice, Nia. I'm going to try and grab it!" Ezra sprinted forward, diving into a roll, grabbing the bracelet. Groaning, he shook off a mischievous kromp who sunk its teeth into his left bicep.

"Get off, you pest!" the kromp let go, flying into a tree. Ezra grabbed Nia's hand  and they ran off. "Ezra! Are you okay?" Nia asked, picking up her robes. "I'm fine, but those kromps are furious! Run!" Ezra commanded. The two sprinted through the woods, leaping over logs and ducking under branches until they collapse against an old tree. Panting heavily, Ezra handed the priestess her bracelet. 

"Please, tell me this is yours." Nia perked up, gently taking the jewelry. "It is! You really got it!" She lifted her hand, and Ezra gently slipped it onto her delicate wrist. As his fingers brushed against hers, he could swear he felt a crackle of energy.  A light blue glow engulfed Nia, as her power returned to its normal state. "Was that...magic?" asked the stunned elf. 

"Just a little." Nia giggled before reaching for Ezra's injured arm staring at the bite mark that was bleeding into his shirt.  "You're hurt!" she cried. "It's fine. A male kromp: no poison. I'm sure it's nothing." He shrugged. "Don't be ridiculous. Here, let me help you." Before he could protest, the human hovered her finger tips over the bite. Her lips began moving soundlessly, the forest growing still around the two, a warm breeze with whispers echoing through the stillness. 

Sparks of gold dance beneath Nia's fingers. Ezra felt his skin tingle before watching the wound close. Ezra sighed in quiet relief, "Amazing! It's like the cut was never there! I've never met someone who could use magic before." He grinned at Nia's blush on her cheeks. "It's what I've been trained all my life to do." Her smile fades, and she looks into her lap. "It's all I've never known. Using the power of the Light to serve others."

"That's impressive but also oppressive.  Don't you want to live your life for yourself?" Ezra asked. "Well, that seems awfully selfish, don't you think? If I have this gift that can help others, then I ought to use it. " Nia said firmly. "As long as you're happy, I guess that's what really matters." Ezra shrugged. "I'll be happy once I've ascended to priestess. Then I can truly do great works for the kingdom." Nia smiled. 

Finally the two made their way back to camp, and Ezra barely stifled a yawn. "Speaking of finishing your tasks..so you can ascend.." This time he does yawn. "Yeah, you're right. We should both get some sleep. Oh, and Ezra?" Nia started to walk away before turning to the white haired elf. "Yeah?" He asked, startled by the lack of space. "I'm so glad you joined us." Ezra smiled, taking Nia's hand, before kissing it delicately. The priestess turned as red as her hair. 

Thank you, Nia. Seriously." 

Light laughter fluttered through the camp.  "Thank you for accompanying me tonight. I'm not used to anyone's company but Vash's. I really enjoyed myself. " She admitted, peeking through her lashes. "I did too. It feels weird to say this, but I'm glad you lost your bracelet. But like you said, we should try and get some shuteye before we hit the road again. Sleep well, Priestess." Nia smiled once more, before heading to her tent. "May the Light guard your dreams, Ezra." "Yours too." 

*The next morning*

Ezra woke up to the sunrise, and wandered out of his tent, stretching. He found Kade sitting at the campsite, tuning his lute. "Ready for our big adventure?" Ezra yawned. "I am, brother. Although, before we go..are you sure you wanna head out looking that?" He teased at his brother's disheveled appearance. "What do you mean? What's wrong with this?" asked Ezra. 

"It's just...a little plain for the Great Adventurer Ezra." Kade hid a smile. "Do you have an alternative?" the elf asked sarcastically. Kade grinned and reached into his heavy bag. "I'm always prepared." Ezra smiled at the outfit before entering his tent to change the clothes.  He came out wearing a red vest with brown belt buckles across, a blue long sleeve under shirt. black slacks, and black boots. He strapped his sword hilt to his hip, and adjusted his necklace that changes color and shape, depending on his  mood. He re-braided his hair, and was in the middle of adjusting his wrist guards when his gold eyes looked slyly at his brother. 

"What do you think?" "Now that's what I'm talking about. Gone are my days of being the best dressed sibling." Kade joked, when Nia stepped out of her tent. She blinked, her eyes adjusted to the light, but her cheeks flushed red seeing Ezra. "Yes, you..you look quite remarkable." She agreed. 

Soon enough, the party of four headed off towards the ruins. "The forest is so beautiful in the daylight! The golden sunbeams filtering through the leaves, dew glinting on the under-bush..Ooh! Is that a deer?" Nia moved from one thing to another happily. Kade nudged Ezra as Nia wandered over to a bush with red flowers. 

"She doesn't get out much, does she?" He asked curiously, before grinning mischievously at his brother. "Oh no," groaned Ezra, "What now?" "You know what. Admit it: She's cute." the teen's green eyes sparkled with mischief. "She's beautiful, but not my type. I prefer strong women who can keep up with me." He nudged his brother with his shoulder.

"Maybe in a few years, she'll be your type." Ezra cackled, at the furious blush on Kade's face. "Oh! I think I see the temple ruins up ahead!" Nia cried, pointing with excitement. Golden eyes zeroed in on the crumbling  entrance of the Temple of Ellara at the end of the end of a stone staircase. 

But the ruins weren't empty. 

"Are those--?" Nia whimpered. Several human bodies litter the messy steps, caked in blood. "What...what is.." "By the Light, it's..." Vash gaped. "A massacre!" Kade gulped. Ezra felt his heart sink seeing the bodies. "By the Gods..is that--" he whispered. "Constable Angus, and poor Grenn." Kade agreed. Ezra straightened, looking sadly at his old friend.

"What the hell happened here?"

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Pool party with Dash Wilder? Please 😌

Pool Party

Dash stared across the pool, observing you silently. You were speaking to Nia, Dana and Alexa, whatever your conversation was about seemed to entertain you. Dash had never been able to know what was so mesmerising about you. Dash loved the way you would play with your hair whenever you were deep in conversation or perhaps it was the way you lightly bit your lip whenever you were in thought. But while they were contributing factors they weren’t everything. Dash was convinced someone had stolen you from his dreams because that’s exactly where you came from, you were perfection, the girl from his dreams. 

While Dash had been staring at you, Scott had been trying to get his attention. He had lost count the times he had called Dash’s name. It’s like talking to a brick wall. Scott had enough of being ignored, Scott lifted his hand smacking Dash upside the head. 

“Ow, Dude what the hell?” Dash yelled rubbing the back of his head. 

“I don’t know, perhaps if you spent more time listenin’ and less time ogling’ Y/N then perhaps you might hear what I’ve been sayin’ to you.” Dash scoffed, before taking a swig of his beer. 

“I was not starin’ at Y/N,” Dash argued but he was caught. 

“You are the worst liar in history. You’ve been starin’ at Y/N since she showed up. So why don’t ya quiet your staring and get over there and finally ask the pretty lady out.” 

“No way, she’ll laugh in my face.” Scott was sick of Dash getting asking you out. 

“If you don’t tell her then I will.” Dash looked around before slapping his hands on his thighs like a child having a temper tantrum. 

“Fine! I’ll tell her” Dash stopped away, why was Scott trying to embarrass him. Hearing Scott yells out a “good luck” he stuck his middle finger up behind his back. If this went horrifically badly, then Scott better provide the beer because he was going to need it. 

Dash slowly approached, wiping his hands on his shorts. It’s just Y/N, a girl who he had spoken to many times, but the girl he had fallen in love with. Rubbing his hands together anxiously, Dash took one last deep breath. It was now or never. 

“Hey Y/N” You turned around at the sound of Dash’s voice, he looked handsome as per usual. You had been convinced that he could ear a dustbin bag and still look a male model. 

“Hey Dash, enjoying the party.” Dash nodded observing the ground instead of looking at the ground. Dash’s intense staring and made you look at the ground. 

“Dash is everything okay, you seem a little vacant?” Dash mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t quite comprehend. 

“Dash I’m sorry I didn’t quite hear you.” You pushed your hair back behind your ears taking a step closer towards him. 

“I like you and I have for a very long time, but darlin’ you make me so nervous and I can’t deal with you not knowin’ anymore….This is not the way I wanted to tell you and now I’ve made a complete idiot out of myself. I hope Scott’s happy with himself.” Dash’s rambling was kind of cute and while you struggled to hold on to what Dash say you understood. 

“Dash, you haven’t made an idiot out of yourself. In fact, I really like you too.” Dash’s face lit up, looking up. 

“Really” You nodded, twirling your hair in your fingertips slowly biting your lip. Dash’s smile grew as he wrapped his arms around you pulling your bodies flush against each other then Dash began to lean in slowly brushing his lips against yours slowly and passionately. You and Dash were completely lost in each other when suddenly you’re in the pool soaking wet. 

“Get a room would ya, your burnin’ my eyes with your lovin’“ Looking up, you noticed Scott laughing. You should have expected it

“Don’t worry Darlin’ I’ll get him back when he least expects it”

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.14

                                         Part F O U R T E E N

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: this part is a lil spicy, so im sry if it kills ya heart ! but i swear itll get better, i promise it will ! im so happy you all enjoy it so much, it makes me smile so much! 100 notes please, loves xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                   I M A G I N E

Tokyo, 8:00 A.M. 

The boys remained silent once you asked about Nia. Michael became more pale than he already is as all the boys were quick to lose their appetites. That made your heart beat go faster. You couldn’t help but feel super nervous over their reactions. 

“W-well?” You asked desperately, looking over to your cousin in hopes that he’ll say something. But even Ashton couldn’t meet your eyes. “Guys, please don’t do this...” 

“Nia is part of the band also signed with Capitol,” Luke chimed. You looked over at the blonde boy, studying his indirect gaze at you as you listened attentively. 

“You mean from Hey Violet, right?” You furthered your interrogation. 

“Mhm,” Luke hummed with a nod. “She’s the drummer, but does vocals as well.” 

“But what’s her...” You began but trailed off, seeing Luke’s understanding of what you were asking. 

“She got close to him for the last year now,” Luke admitted. “She’s got this huge crush on Calum, but I think he found her annoying as well. But not because he likes her or anythin.’ Like actually annoying.” 

You giggled at this, but it still didn’t put you at ease. It was a little too much to be so overprotective when you just got with Calum, but you two have history. You and him have been in love with each other without the other knowing it. It felt like a challenge now knowing that you were to meet her soon. 

“Did he... did they ever... you know...” You broke your words, pure discomfort in allowing them to escape your lips. “Do anything?” 

Before Luke can continue, Michael patted his head gently. 

“Ask Calum yourself, okay?” Michael spoke to you softly. You look up at him, seeing the usually hyperactive spirit become so mature at serious times. It always amazed you how big he grew. “It would be more appropriate to hear it from him than anyone else about it.” 

“Okay then.” You still felt a little incomplete by everything. You didn’t want to feel so insecure as Calum was already yours and head over heels for you. Furthering that he didn’t even like Nia in return. But nonetheless, you can’t help but feel like something bad will happen once you get to America to meet the band. 

“...In other news, One OK Rock is coming with us to America!” Ashton pipes, changing the subject to something more exciting. You smiled at that, genuinely excited to get to know the band more. 

“We’re gonna have the best fucking time, mate!” Michael continued. “I was hoping that we could surprise the fans a bit by playing Take What You Want at one of our concerts soon since they’re our opening act.” 

“I think that would make the fans go crazy,” you agreed with Michael’s idea wholeheartedly. While Michael was hype over your response, you watched as the suite door opened to allow a seemingly-distressed Calum back in. 

“The management wants us to do a pop-up show in Nagoya,” Calum informed the boys. “So we’re leaving right now to make it over to Century Hall in time for soundcheck and what not. We have to tweet about it.” 

“Okay.” The 3 boys filed out of the suite immediately, leaving you alone with Calum. You stood up, dusted your bottom off of potential dust, and began to clean up after the boys. Picking up the plates and cups, you begin to head to the kitchen until Calum halted you. 

“Let me help you.” You watch as Calum lifts the weight of the ceramic plates from your arms and places them in the sink. He runs the water over them to remove residue and shuts it off, grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands. You watch as he returned in front of you and opens his arms in front of you. “Can I have a hug?” 

“Oh-- of course!” You quickly replied, rushing into your boyfriends arms as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt warm, sinking into the kind embrace of your lovely boyfriend. You realize that acting so paranoid won’t help your relationship progress at all. So instead, you’ve just chosen to ignore it and bring it up if it ever is brought up. You want to enjoy the time you have with Calum before returning back to your studies. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, love?” Calum mumbles against the top of your head, giving you a gentle kiss on your delicate head. One of his hands began weaving into your soft locks, giving you such a euphoric feeling of his touch. “I’m annoyed that you’re acting in a mood.” 

“I told you this morning that I was tired, baby,” you said softly, the side of your face leaning against his chest cozily. You suddenly felt his heart beat go a bit rapid than before, having you wondering what had happened. 

“You know, Y/N,” Calum began as he spoke against your head. “That’s the first time you’ve ever used ‘baby’ to address me.” 

“Has it?” You asked, slightly shocked and embarrassed at this. “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I have called you baby or babe before!” 

“Probably, but you don’t use it that often!” Calum exclaims, pulling you off a bit to laugh at you. You blushed, giggling a bit yourself as you attempted to cover your face. “Baby, you’re so beautiful, don’t cover it up from me.” 

“Nooo, I’m so embarrassed!” You squeal. “I’m still not used to dating you because it’s so weird and I never thought it would ever happen but it did so I’m still in a bit of shock and disbelief and I’m rambling now, aren’t I?” 

“I’m glad I still make you nervous,” Calum said fondly. “It means that even though you have me, you’re still scared to do something wrong. You’re even afraid to use ‘baby’ even though you have the complete right to.” 

“Shush already, bubba,” you groaned sheepishly, hugging yourself with your arms as Calum laughed at you again. But he quickly pulled you into a hug again and rested his chin on your head. You could feel and hear his heart slow down now, making you feel a bit more at ease. 

“I’m glad you’re not mad at me or anything, bug.” 

Nagoya, 11:58 P.M.

You and the 8 boys arrived at the stadium way before the concert even begins, allowing everybody to prepare at soundcheck. You all came by train, so it was an obvious that Calum had slept on you for the good 3 hours and you were wide awake to make sure he slept soundly without interruption. Now at the stadium, you watched from the front seats as One OK Rock prepared their instruments first. 

“Have you heard anything from us, Y/N?” Taka asked politely as he began walking towards the front of the stage. The sun ray licked Taka’s pink hair perfectly as he sat down with his legs hanging off the stage. “Other than the song we sang last night together.” 

“Unfortunately, no, I haven’t!” You said sheepishly. “I was gonna look up your stuff, but it seemed so embarrassing already because I’m now on tour with you guys as well!” 

“It’s okay!” Taka tried, his tone threateningly cute for your own good. “But now that we’re here at soundcheck, I would hope that you could lend an ear.” 

“I’ll lend both!” You quickly stabbed in the air. “Your vocals were amazing when you sang with the boys-- I’d love to hear you some more, Taka.” 

“Mm, I’ve been practicing this song for a bit now,” Taka began, giving you a hopeful smile. “It’s not mine, but I am fond of it. I’ve been covering it and I might just be singing it during our set. Wanna hear it?” 

Giving him a vigorous nod, he requests one of the workers to pass him an acoustic guitar. As he reaches up to grab it, you glance to your side to find Calum somewhat glare over. He was at the back of the stage, testing his bass on his own. But that didn’t keep him from paying attention to you. 

“Okay, here we go...” Taka said slowly, giving you another quick smile before looking down at the guitar chords. He gives the strings a light rub before beginning to strum. “Can you hear, my heart beat? Tired of feeling, never enough. I close my eyes and tell myself that my dreams will come true...” 

You couldn’t help but smile from how clean Taka’s voice was and his insane control over it. He played with passion, like the rest of the boys, with an amazing originality that seemed impossible to compare. 

“Don't stop us now, the moment of truth--” His voice became more aggressive and strong, with veins popping from his neck. You could tell he was simply committed to singing. “We were born to make history. We'll make it happen, we'll turn it around. Yes, we were born to make history!” 

“Yo!” 

Taka suddenly stopped his music for you and him to turn and look over at Calum. His face was it’s usual resting bitch face as he held his long-strapped bass on him. He looked annoyed, which is a regular with Calum. But more annoyed at Taka more than anything. 

“Stop impressing my girlfriend,” Calum mumbled. “It’s annoying and it’s pissing me off.” You always giggled at Calum’s bluntness. Although it was playful, considering Taka was a friend, Calum still couldn’t help his jealousy at all. 

“Calm down, Hood,” Taka chuckled as he began to stand up and rush over to the Maori boy. He took off the guitar from his body and placed it on the stage in the center. He rushed over and gave Calum a big hug. “I love you!” 

“I hate you,” Calum replied, having jokingly and half annoyed. 

The management had been working them for hours in soundcheck. They desired flawless perfection, forcing them to ensure that all the mics would be ready, all the instruments were tuned to perfect, and Calum still had his lucky pick. This was also payback for the boys being careless regarding their flight over to Japan. But as they did, Calum kept receiving back to back calls and had to keep hanging up to the point where he simply shut it off. 

“Y/N, baby, let me serenade you,” Calum began, shoving Taka off playfully as he grabbed the acoustic and walked down the stage. He sat down the way Taka did as he adjusted the guitar on his lap. 

“Serenade me, aye?” You teased. “You gonna play Grind On Me for me, Cally?” You watched as your boyfriend frowned from the pet name you used. 

“You are not using Cally as a cute pet name for me,” Calum growled. 

“Awh, but it suits you so well!”

“No it doesn’t!” As Calum exclaimed, his phone slipped out of his pocket and dropped on the stage. As Calum bickered with you about the pet name, you couldn’t help but stare at his phone. It was off, but a series of calls have been disrupting Calum’s life. You couldn’t help but ponder...

Who was calling him? 

6:35 P.M. 

You stayed back stage with the boys as One OK Rock was delivering their set. You ensured to keep a good ear on their performance while still speaking with your boys. It was obviously that Taka and his band were very talented. They play perfectly in sync with Taka’s vocals so flexible. You were all in all very impressed. 

“So I got the scab from the party last night...” The other 3 boys were discussing who knows what while Calum had snagged you aside to speak with you. The both of you were recapping the party and how Calum danced so sensually on you. 

“You were off it, Calum!” You exclaimed. “I don’t even know how you were even able to dance like that in your skinny jeans!” 

“Y/N, I wear them every day,” Calum chuckled as he watched another video of his grinding. “I’ve gotten used to them and just know how to be flexible in them.” 

“But that’s not how it works!” Laughter and smiles were exchanged. This feels nice, you thought. Just happy vibes with your boyfriend made you feel more at ease about everything. It put your curiosity about Nia in a more settled state, allowing you to actually have a good time with the boy you love. 

“Jesus, I really got deep in there, didn’t I--” Calum began as he pointed at his crotch grinding against yours. But the video was suddenly halted when a caller was coming in. You tilted your head a bit to see the caller ID. 

Your heart froze to see the contact name. 

“Who is Nia Lovelis?” You asked softly, studying Calum;s face as he looked down at his phone. He quickly ended the call and put his phone on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He reluctantly looked over at you and gave you a simple, stern expression. 

“Nobody,” Calum mutters quickly. 

“She’s obviously somebody if she has your number and calls you,” you say with an annoyed tone. “Has she... is she the one who has been calling you over and over?” 

“Doesn’t matter, it has nothing to do with you.” 

“Yes it does, actually!” 

“No it fucking doesn’t, Y/N!” Calum growled at you. “You have no reason to be jealous--” 

“Who said that I was jealous?” 

“Y/N, you’re retaliating over a girl calling me right now,” Calum said with an eye roll. “Of course you’re fucking jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous of a girl I haven’t even met,” you spat. “You’re the one dodging my questions-- why would I be jealous of someone who you claim is ‘nobody?’” 

“Because she’s another girl in my life, of course,” Calum said it with ‘isn’t it obvious?’ tone. “Everyone knows how girlfriends are about guys having friends who are girls.” 

“Holy shit, Calum, I just want to know who she is!” You exclaimed, desperate for answers. This has been killing you since the morning, wishing he would just answer your question so you can be relieved. “I don’t mind you having girls as friends, I just want to know who Nia is!” 

“But answer me first! Why the fuck do you care?” Calum yelled, having you taken aback by his strong tone. He raised his voice at you, having you fear that he was going to potentially hit you. You stayed quiet, looking at your boyfriend with horror in your eyes. 

“Y/N, just tell me why the hell do you care?” Calum asked, his voice much lower but still filled with anger. His hands gently grabbed your shoulders, having him force you to stare into his eyes. His touch sent chills down your spine, but not of anticipation. 

“Woah woah, calm yourself, Hood!” Ashton quickly came to your aid as he pulled you away from Calum. He stood in front of you, his hands shoving themselves in his pockets as he glanced back at you. “What’s going on?” 

“She’s askin’ about Nia,” Calum responded for you. “I don’t even know why-- how could she even have heard about her anyways?” Calum then slowly realized, widening his eyes before looking back at you. “Did you look through my fucking phone?” 

“Mate, you’re scarin’ her!” Michael quickly began, holding Calum’s shoulder. His chest was heaving quickly, but you weren’t noticing much. You kept your eyes on the floor, gazing distantly at it as Taka’s voice continued to ring through. 

“Though,” Luke piped in. “It would make sense if she did when she asked us earlier about Nia...” 

“Wait.” Calum looked like he wanted to explode. “Y/N asked about Nia? What the fuck-- what did you guys tell her?” Calum sounded like he was paranoid, almost pleadingly that the boys hadn’t uttered much to you. 

“Y/N, did you even look through his phone?” Ashton began quietly, glancing back at you to see you nod your head no. 

“I don’t even know the pass code...” you whispered truthfully, having Ashton turn back at the other boys. 

“Y/N isn’t lying, you know,” Michael said softly. “She’d never lie to us. And I’m pretty sure as cousins, Ashton would know if she would be lying.” Ashton confirmed this with a nod, feeling a bit of relief knowing how close he keeps his blood in his heart. 

“My cousin would never look through a phone that isn’t hers without consent...” Ashton murmurs. But you noticed how he tilted his head a bit, with his eyes a bit dim. “But how did you hear about Nia?” 

“She could’ve Googled ‘Calum girlfriend’ or something,” Luke suggested. You knew he didn’t mean to interrogate you, but he just wanted to put out potential options. 

“If she did that, she would’ve known about One OK Rock already,” Michael points out. And it’s true. You weren’t really stalkerish about the boy’s lives really. All you knew was that One Direction took them on their tour and they were finally signed to have their own tours. If you wanted to know any truth about rumors of the boys (if you cared enough), you would have asked your cousin himself. What would do you good to look into rumors about your childhood best friends? 

“And Hey Violet.” Ashton added. 

“Then, Y/N...” Calum began again, his voice a bit more calm and low than before. You didn’t dare meet his eyes, knowing that there were two flames in there ready to burst. “How do you know about Nia?” 

You felt nervous, feeling like you were a bad girlfriend for stirring drama in the band. But, you couldn’t help and feel insecure again. Whoever this girl was could be trying to take Calum from you and you wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it. You clenched your hands into fists, feeling your emotions build up and distribute themselves around your body. Tears flooded your eyes and streamed down your cheek very slowly. 

“Because,” you choked, the words burning to get out. With shaky vocals, you let out a breath before speaking. “Calum said her name when he was falling asleep last night.” 

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As LONG AS WE’RE GOING DOWN (YOU SHOULD STICK AROUND) || (5/?)

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 —  Part 4 - AO3

Summary: Lexa’s seemingly got it all, she’s top of her class, captain of the soccer team, and one of the more popular girl’s in her school. The only problem her crush on Clarke Griffin, and Clarke’s fascination in competing with Lexa in every possible way. All she wants to do is make it through her Home Ec class without failing, or losing her mind, which becomes exponentially harder when she’s paired with her crush, and biggest competitor.

Pairing: Clexa, Octaven

Word count: 4,221

This conversation was inevitable and honestly Clarke had been generous allowing her even this long without asking for an explanation,” it’s a long story”.

Lexa doesn’t deserve her sympathy and yet Clarke gives it freely taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze,” shouldn’t I be the one consoling you”?

Clarke snorts lacing their hands together,” Just start from the beginning Lexa. We have all the time in the world.”

———-

“Straighten up Alexandria”.  

Lexa can’t help but fight a frown when her body jumps into place conforming to her mother’s demand. Somehow one icy glare from indra and Lexa was like putty in her hands. It was how she was raised after all.

Anya offers her a sympathetic smile and Lexa wishes she could ignore that too. Anya had never been one to conform and yet Lexa two years her junior had never been one to resist.

“You both need to be on your best behavior. This is a very important potential partner for the company. Which means pay attention Anya, and Alexandra no matter how annoying you find the child you will pretend she is the greatest girl you have ever met”.

They both nod having been through this routine more times than Lexa can count, and would continue to do so. Anya had already made it clear that she had no interest in the family business and honestly Lexa wasn’t sure they would pass it to her even if she did. Anya was reckless and bold. She didn’t have the patience or the manners to deal with upper management.

Lexa on the other hand, well she had been destined for the position since birth. Six years old and she knew exactly the path her future would take.

“Indra I see you’re punctual as ever!”

Lexa had always thought her mother to be an expert in the art of faking interest but whoever this woman was she certainly gave her a run for her money.

“And you Nia stunning as always”.

“These must be your children, why don’t you all come on in, the maid will show Alexandria to the playroom.”

Just like that her mother and sister were gone, Anya stopping only long enough to pat her shoulder as she moved to follow the older woman.

A woman who was clearly the previously mentioned maid offered a warm smile before moving towards the opposite side of the house and Lexa dutifully followed.  

“If you need anything at all Costia knows how to reach me”.

They entered a room fit for a queen or rather befitting a child of their lifestyle. Before Lexa could even finish taking in her surroundings she felt a weight slam into her and moments later realized it was supposed to be some aggressive version of a hug.

“You must be Lexa I’m so glad you’re here. My mother never allows any children into the house. I’m Costia”.

Despite the assault Lexa forced herself to return the embrace awkwardly winding her arms around the smaller girl.

“It’s nice to meet you Costia.”

It was once again all she could manage before the other girl was stepping back offering her a brilliant smile.

“We’re going to be the best of friends I just know it”.

Oddly enough Lexa couldn’t help but believe her.

——–

“You. As in Alexandria Heda are going to a sleepover”?

“Why is that so hard to believe”, she challenged rounding on Anya who’d been following her since she started packing.

“Well last time I checked you hate other children.”

“Well maybe you should check more often.”

“Wait does this sleepover happen to be at Costia’s house”?

For some reason Lexa felt herself bristle at the comment face turning crimson,” I don’t see what that has to do with it.”

“Sure Lexa keep telling yourself that”.

Lexa wishes she understood the implications in her sister’s words. Wishes she knew why she suddenly felt so full of embarrassment.

——–

“Are you comfortable”?

They’d spent the night marathoning various movies and eating far too much junk food. It was the first time Lexa had spent time at a friend’s house and clearly she’d been missing out.

Lexa for some reason didn’t mind the cringy romantic comedies that Costia preferred. Meanwhile Costia had only gently teased her over her obsession with documentaries dubbing the trait cute.

“Mhm”.

“You’re a terrible liar Lexa.”

“Only because you’ve known me for two years”.

Sometime after their fourth movie they’d retired to Costia’s room Lexa taking the floor assuming anything else would be deemed less than appropriate. Based on Costia’s tone she was having none of it.

“Well come on then”, somehow Costia was already on her feet grinning from behind her extended hand.

Lexa takes the offered hand tentatively allowing Costia to pull her to her feet,” you can share my bed tonight”.

“Are you sure that’s okay”?

Lexa’s not sure why she asked. It seemed to be normal for friends to share a bed especially one as large as Costia’s and yet she was hesitating. A feeling that resembled… discomfort? Or maybe something closer to nervous. Although she certainly couldn’t explain why she’d be nervous in this situation.

“Come on Lexa.”

There was no arguing once her mind was set and Lexa resigned allowing herself to be pulled into the bed. It was honestly the most comfortable bed Lexa had ever been in and yet she couldn’t help but stare rigidly up at the ceiling.

“Ease up I won’t bite”.  

Lexa offers a weak smile and as per usual Costia seems to know just what to do to put her at ease.

“Roll over”.  

Lexa complies cautiously turning to face the wall and starts when she feels arms encircle her waist.

“Is this okay”.

Lexa simply nods wanting to laugh at Costia’s nerves. How could this be anything but okay? Instead she stays silent worried that if she speaks up whatever this is will be over.

——–

Lexa isn’t sure when their dynamic changed. When her staring turned from innocent appreciation into a constant deep yearning.

“Can you put sunblock on my back? I always end up missing spots”.

Lexa flushes and hopes Costia attributes her red cheeks to the heat. This was nothing new and yet Lexa felt like her heart was bound to beat right out of her chest.

Wordlessly she grabs the sunscreen lathering it into her hands before attempting to apply it thoroughly and evenly across Costia’s back. She tells herself her only motive is Costia’s health as she traces her hands along the other girls back.

“That feels incredibly Lexa keep going,” Costia moans leaning back into her hands.

Lexa smirks  kneading Costia’s back with a practiced ease. She’s not sure when she ended up in heaven but she wasn’t going to complain.

“How is it you manage to be so good at everything”?

“God given talent and a little bit of luck”.

“You are so full of shit”.

Lexa grins feeling bold she leans forward resting her chin on Costia’s shoulder,” you love it”.

“I love you it’s different.”

“I can live with that”.

——–

“Why do you care so much about the stars? They all look the same.”

Lexa can’t help but roll her eyes at Costia looking over at the other girl. They were using the trampoline in her backyard to do their biweekly star gazing session and as per usual Costia was less than enthused.

“I just think the stars are beautiful. They’re constant and dependable even when the world around us is constantly shifting.”

A brief silence fell between them. Costia hated star gazing but she continued to do it for Lexa and for that she was eternally grateful.

“Hey Lexa”?

“Yes Costia”, Lexa turned to face the other girl surprised to find her already facing Lexa. Eyes alight with the usual playfulness that came easily to her.

“You’re far more interesting and definitely more beautiful than any star”.

Lexa’s certain she resembles a goldfish as she tries to say well anything. These comments had become fairly frequent. As if they were testing the waters testing some unspoken bond between them. Still they always had the same effect on Lexa.

“I think you’re beautiful too”, Lexa finally managed lamely. So maybe she was far from the poetic one in their friendship.

Costia giggles a hand brushing one of Lexa’s stray hairs behind her ear,” you’re lucky awkward looks cute on you Heda.”

Lexa couldn’t help but smile as she took Costia’s hand returning her gaze to the stars. She was falling and and at that moment she couldn’t have cared less.

———

“So Costia was your first love”?

Lexa slowly nods shrugging uncomfortable at the weight of Clarke’s stare,” she was my best friend. She helped me discover who I was as a person”.

Clarke exhales sharply looking disheartened. As if knowing any of this somehow made them less than what Lexa had once had,” well that’s not a lot to compete with”.

Lexa needs to do something. That much was obvious. She wished not for the first time that Clarke could simply read her mind. Words couldn’t describe how much she felt for Clarke and how insignificant what they already had her past relationship was.

“There is no competition Clarke. Costia could never hold a candle to you. Do you trust me”, she reached out carefully tracing Clarke’s jaw wishing for nothing more than to hold her through this bout of insecurity.

It takes a moment for those gorgeous blue eyes to meet hers and Lexa wishes she could get lost in them rather than continue this conversation.

“I trust you Lexa. Continue”.

———

“Lexa why are you soaking wet? Get in the house before you freeze to death”.  

Lexa had a plan. Of course the rain presently soaking through her clothes had never been a part of her plan. No she had come to tell Costia something and yet she allowed herself to be led through the house. Powerless even in this moment not to fulfill Costia’s wishes.

“Strip I’ll get you some dry clothes so you don’t catch a cold.”

“I like girls”, it comes out stupid and nothing like the short speech she’d been rehearsing for days.

“The TV show? I hardly see why that’s reason enough to show up at my house-”

“As in I like girls the way I’m supposed to like boys. More specifically I like you. I know we’re friends and I don’t want to lose that but it wouldn’t be fair for me not to tell you how I feel.”

The silence is resounding. Costia’s studying her and Lexa suddenly feels the weight of the world lift from her shoulders while simultaneously the weight of insecurity and rejection filling her stomach like a dark pit.

“I know Lexa,” Costia finally mumbles eyes searching Lexa’s for an answer she isn’t sure she has.

“You do”?

“You know for being one of the most brilliant girls I’ve ever met you can be really dense”.

Whatever snarky offended comment she wants to give its cut off as Costia closes the space between them and Costia’s kissing her. It’s short and awkward and it’s everything. Lexa really shouldn’t be surprised Costia had always been steps ahead of her.

Before she could actually respond Costia’s pulling back the same excitement glowing in her hazel eyes as the first time Lexa had met her.

“Now hurry up and take off those clothes.”

——–

“Do you think they know”?

It had been an unspoken agreement from the beginning that their relationship needed to be a secret. They both came from prestigious families and that came with certain expectations. Thankfully they’d spent plenty of time together before their relationship and the transition had seemed to slip by both parents. That didn’t prevent Lexa from stressing over the situation.

A quick flick to the nose and Lexa’s eying her girlfriend disdainfully,” what was that for”?

“Stop worrying so much they have no idea”.

“Well sorry I’m a little stressed that your parents might realize I’ve been defiling their daughter for just over a year now”.

Another hit to the shoulder and Lexa’s smirking at Costia’s obvious embarrassment,” not that you’ve had any complaints”.

There’s a drawn out silence and she wonders If maybe she’s overstepped. It wasn’t like they’d never talked about the physical side of their relationship.

“Lexa I love you”.

Lexa should be trained into expecting the unexpected from Costia. It would save her a lot of shock in her life. It takes her a moment overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through her. How she’d gotten so lucky she’d never know.

She was up and picking Costia up into an embrace spinning her around carefully.

“I love you”, she manages between the kisses she’s peppering across Costia’s neck.

“Take me to bed”.  

“ Your wish is my command”.

———-

It was the summer before freshman year, they’d been invited to attend the annual team camping trip the school through together. Tryouts had started early and Lexa and Costia had been first draft picks for their respective sports, Lexa going for soccer and Costia trying out for cheerleading.

“Can you quiet down some of us are trying to have our own conversations”.

As per usual Clarke Griffin was eyeing Lexa with disdain from across the campfire. Lexa never understood the hostility but nodding offering a small smile of apology,” I did not mean to bother you. We’ll be quieter”.

The sentiment wasn’t returned as Clarke refocused on whomever she’d been conversing with previously. Meanwhile Costia’s expression was a mix of jealousy and annoyance,” why are you always so nice to her she’s always so rude”?

She shrugs resting her hand against Costia’s,” I simply don’t see the point if not being polite in return. Besides Clarke seems kind when she’s not correcting me”.

“Aka you’ve had a slight crush on her since elementary despite your undying love for me”, it’s a challenge and Lexa doesn’t back down her emerald gaze locked onto hazel.

“Are you seriously jealous”?

“Maybe”.

Lexa can’t help but sigh squeezing Costia’s hand gently,” you have nothing to be jealous about. I promise”.

Lexa couldn’t quite read Costia’s expression,” come with me”.

Just like that her girlfriend was up and moving and Lexa followed instinctively. Just like she always would.

———-

“Costia this is a bad idea.”

“Oh please Lexa I know you secretly live for breaking the rules”.  

This was a school sanctioned trip and Lexa was positive their current positions were far from school approval. Costia seemed hell bent on breaking that rule though.

“Why do you have to know me so well”?

“We’ve been best friends since we were six Lexa kind of comes with the territory.”

Finding Lexa’s statement to be a resignation Costia slid her hands underneath Lexa’s jersey tracing along her abs. Lexa was embarrassed at the betraying moan she emitted burying her face in Costia’s neck.

“If you don’t stop Costia we won’t be stopping until I’ve tasted every inch of you out in these God awful woods”.

“Who’s to say that wasn’t my plan all along”?

God Lexa could’ve lived in that moment for eternity. The feeling of Costia pressed up against her. The familiar warmth and all that came with her presence overwhelming her senses until suddenly she wasn’t.

“Lexa. Costia.”

Lexa had never been one to be afraid but she swore her heart stopping in that moment. The voice belonged to Echo one of the supervisor’s on the trip, who also  unfortunately happened to be close friends with both of their mothers.

“It’s not what it looks like”, Costia had always been the quicker of the two. Although there was little either of them could say in their defense. The situation spoke for itself.

“I think it’s best if we return to the group now”.

Lexa jolted into action catching the woman’s arm,” please Echo you can’t tell them. They won’t understand.”  

“Shut up Lexa.”

Costia’s sudden harshness stunned her into silence as they formed a silent line moving back towards the main tents. Lexa wanted to pull Costia aside tell her that nothing would change but even she knew that wouldn’t be the case.

“You two gather your things I think it’s best if we cut your trip short don’t you”.

Shame cut through the silence and Lexa felt like throwing up or taking off into the woods avoiding whatever consequences that would come of this. Two years together and they’d never even sort of slipped up. Two years of hiding their relationship and that was over now. Shattered by one stupid public slip up.

They gathered their belongings in silence trying to ignore the states of their peers. One stood out to Lexa, probably because it was the first time Clarke had looked at her with anything other than pure hatred. Instead for once it was outweighed by sympathy.

Lexa found Costia’s hand once theyd been loaded into the back of the car squeezing on to her only anchor in this moment. Whatever they faced they faced it together.

———

“What were you thinking”? Their parents had been waiting for their arrival. Although Lexa couldn’t read the expression on her parents face, Costia’s parents were the definition of livid.

“I think it’s best we leave now Lexa.”

Lexa wanted to argue. Wanted to demand that they stay and face whatever Costia’s mother had to say. The look on her father’s face said otherwise. She tried to catch Costia gaze tried to imply with a look the love she had for her that this was only temporary. Costia’s eyes never left the ground.

——–

“I’m sorry wait so you aren’t mad”?

The ride home had been silent an awkward tension filling the car and yet as soon as they’d arrived home the tension was gone. Her parents even going so far as to make jokes going about their usual routine.  

“Why would we be mad?”

“Because I’m gay and I just got sent home because my teacher found me with my girlfriend. My gay girlfriend”.

“Yes that annoyingly high pitched woman made that quite clear when she gave us a play by play on what she witnessed you doing”.

Gustus had the audacity to laugh high fiving his daughter who was too in shock not to reciprocate.

“I’m gay”.

“Oh dear Indra I believe we’ve broken our daughter. Although I’d like to insert that she gets her charm from me”.

Indra seemed to take Lexa’s response or rather lack of response more seriously and moved to place a comforting hand on her daughter’s shoulder,” Lexa dear we could care less what gender preferences you have. Our one and only concern is that you find someone who makes you happy.”

“Preferably someone who also comes from a good family although your happiness certainly comes first,” Gustus chipped in unhelpfully.  

Tears were forming in her eyes despite her best efforts and Lexa reluctantly allows herself to be pulled into an embrace. Whatever she had expected this certainly wasn’t it.

“I thought you guys would hate me. You were so quiet on the drive home I thought you were furious”, Lexa quietly sobbed into her mother’s shoulder. They had never been a family filled with sentiment but this seemed like a valid exception.

“Oh Lexa darling that had nothing to do with you and everything to do with Costia’s moronic small minded parents. They can expect to be removed from every guest list so long as we have a say”.

“Costia’s parents”?

“They think you manipulated their sweet innocent daughter into performing your lude acts. It was ridiculous but I suppose not surprising they’ve always been a little high and mighty.”

Her mother’s voice drifted into the distance as her mind filled with concern. What had she left Costia to suffer through? What if Costia needed her? What if Costia actually listened to what her parents said?

——–

In the end she was unable to escape her parents until the next morning. She’d texted called used every form of communication possible to try and get ahold of Costia. It was the longest they’d gone without talked since they’d met, and Lexa was filled with anxiety.

The route to Costia’s was a familiar one. The route was only five minutes long and yet it seemed to last a lifetime. The house that had been her second home for years now seemed foreign to her. Still she was a Heda they didn’t back down and she’d come here to talk to Costia whatever the consequences.

Lexa knocked at the door before stepping back tightening her jacket around herself as if it might shield her.  It only took a moment for the door to open revealing an uncomfortable looking Costia,” thank goodness you’re alright”.

She’d only managed to take a step in the girl’s direction before a hand was being raised preventing her from moving closer,” Lexa don't”.

“Listen I know your parents aren’t exactly happy but maybe we could talk-”.  

“This is over Lexa”.

The air suddenly feels like it’s been sucked from her chest. Whatever she’d expected this certainly wasn’t it. What they had was real that wasn’t something that just disappeared in a night,” you’ve got to be kidding me”.

Costia had never seemed so distant, so cold and yet here she was stony faced at Lexa’s protests,” we’re done messing around Lexa I don’t know what I was even thinking. It’s wrong I should’ve never let you talk me into doing this”.

“Talked you into this Costia you kissed me first. You told me you loved me first. I know your parents aren’t happy but we can fix this. Just let me talk to them I promise we can make this work”, Lexa’s voice sounded foreign even to herself. Heavy with the knowledge that she could quite possibly lose not only her girlfriend but the only real friend she’d ever had over this.

Costia stops and for a brief moment Lexa wonders if maybe she’s having second thoughts. If she’s suddenly remembered Lexa and the promises they’d made to one another over the years. That what they had was worth fighting for” I don’t want you Lexa I never did. You were just a failed experiment and now it’s over. Delete my number I never want to see you again”.

“Cos please-”.

The door was closed before she could even begin to argue.  

——–

Anya found her there hours later. Lexa had been too shell shocked to move. Much less even process what had happened to her.

“Come here little sister”.

Lexa allows herself to crumble then. Allows herself to feel the sting of rejection latching on to her sister. It seemed they were hell bent on breaking the record for most Heda sappy moments in a 24 hour period.

“How did you know”?

Anya smiled stroking her hair as she started them in the direction of home,” I’m your older sister Lexa it’s my job to take care of you. Let’s go home”.

——–

“She just ended it”?

“The next day she had a boyfriend and a week later her parents had shipped her off to a new school”.

“Wow”.

“I should start by saying there’s no excuse for my behavior. If you wanted to end things… I’d be sad but I would understand. I haven’t treated you the way you deserve to be treated. That certainly wasn’t my intentions. It’s just my last relationship was very hidden and physical and I didn’t want that for us. I want us to do things right. So if you’re willing I’d like a chance to do that. To do this right.”

She’s rambling and she knows it but Clarke’s silence terrifies her. The idea that she could’ve ruined a relationship that’d she’d wanted for years because of her own idiocy was awfup” Clarke please-”.

“You aren’t just a hookup Lexa. If you wanted to wait until marriage to have sex that still wouldn’t change my mind”.

Lexa can’t help but smile at that,” well in that case maybe our next date could involve a purity ring exchange”.

Clarke feigned a horrified look,” you don’t actually want to wait until we get married right”?

Lexa shoves Clarke with a huff and Clarke giggles their usual banter returning,” don’t tell anyone but I really like you Lexa”.

Lexa smiles pulling Clarke towards her and the blonde is quick to settle against Lexa straddling her lap,” deal so long as you don’t tell anyone that I also really like you too”.

She pauses somewhat insecure after laying her embarrassing one and only attempt at a relationship completely bare,” so we’re good then”?

Clarke’s heart breaks at the innocence in Lexa’s tone. She leans in resting her forehead against Lexa’s enjoying the closeness,” Lexa we’ve never been anything less. Thank you. For sharing everything with me. Sometimes you get so lost in your head, I appreciate the glimpse into what you might actually be thinking”.

She’s never had that. Someone who actively asked her opinion and valued it enough to prioritize it,” well I promise moving forward I shall do better at sharing those thoughts. Although I admit most might be quite sappy thoughts. You’ve become a frequent occupant of my mind”.

Clarke’s grin puts the sun’s luminous to shame,” and those are the one’s I would like to hear most”.

“You have my word”.