#and now Clarke belongs to us

[doortotomorrow]

Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2023 Day Seven : Free Choice ~ Clarke's Journey from Start to Finish

[frownyalfred]

me dropping in random pieces of lore like JK Rowling: actually in eye in the sky the only reason J’onn isn’t around helping Kal control Bruce’s mind via telepathy is because he was forced to use his powers on Bruce (to reveal the location of his bases, children, fall back resources etc) and Bruce, under torture, reversed the telepathic link out of pure desperation and broke J’onn. Made him catatonic, or near to it. Not on purpose, maybe, but through the sheer weight of his horror at revealing those locations to Kal and the Regime. And J’onn, on his way out of Bruce’s mind before becoming catatonic, acquiesced to Bruce’s silent plea and erased the memories with the last of his coherence. So Bruce had a jagged hole in his mind on purpose. And I’m sure it hurts.

[misspickman]

speaking of kon and family i am generally of the opinion that he never really puts a strict label on any of it because its more difficult than that, and something that is so core to his character is that he never had parents, but i will say its funny* how most people who say this are also the people who, when they see fans or dc call clark kons brother/cousin, cry about how labels make it less meaningful, theyre just family! and then turn around and call ma his grandma. so labels are only bad when clark is called something other than kons father right?

i think theres definitely merit to him never specifying who is what to him in this sense but i also think its kind of weird to refuse to acknowledge that ma and pa are his adoptive parents. like canonically. sure i still dont think its that simple and kon probably wouldnt just start calling ma his mom more than the word ma already implies, but its really obvious how much people HATE to acknowledge this or even consider it maybe even more than they hate it when clark is called kons brother/cousin. yknow like people got SO mad about kon referring to ma as his mom in that (bad) comic i saw people say its Worse than him being in a relationship with mgann..... like okay.... can u elaborate on that.. why is it worse exactly.... oh right it completely negates the possibility of clark being his father. right!

[sleepyangelkami]

ONE DRUNKEN NIGHT b.blake

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 1.6K

BELLAMY BLAKE X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - the group gets a little easy with the booze, leaving you sloppy and drunk, falling over your own two feet onto your boyfriends lap.

 ☆ WARNINGS - alcohol consumption, drunk!reader, slurring words, finn + clark (idk their ship name lol), reader menioned shorter than bellamy, nudity (not sexual), petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

the smell of liquor and booze suddenly filled the nostrils of bellamy blake. though it were all around him, even in his own glass that he was drinking out of.

he'd drank quite a bit more than you, still keeping his composure while you tripped over your own two feet.

perhaps that was the very difference between you two.

the boy's lips quirked up at the sight of you, sloppily trying to make your way over to him. you had a smile on your face, cheeks tinged a pink due to the heat and your feet criss crossed over each other, unable to walk in a straight line.

however, it didn't take long for you to crash in your boyfriends lap, grinning as he used the hand that wasn't holding his cup to wrap around your waist. "hi." you giggled, pretty smile on display.

"hi, princess." he grinned back. he was spinning though only slightly. he'd built up a tolerance for alcohol whereas this was perhaps only your second time drinking ever.

your hands pawed at him, holding him as close as you could. bellamy discovered such from the first time that you'd gotten drunk, you quite liked to be as close as humanly possible to him.

your lips met just below his ear, smiling and puffing out a giggle while trying to muster the words, "'m a little drunk." unable to keep your composure for the sentence seemed to be the funniest thing you'd heard all day.

"mm, i can see that." though he didn't seem angry or annoyed with you. on the contrary, his eyes traced your face even when you couldn't keep it still, smile dancing on his lips.

a campfire surrounded you all, a bonfire, if you will. everyone messed around with one another, jumping on each others backs, yelling out and drinking booze, probably not the best way to spend the resources in a time like this but no one seemed to care.

if you were to be trapped on earth without adults, things were bound to go wrong.

he watched as you nuzzled into him, almost like a dog. his hands soothed against your waist, dropping his glass on the cement next to his thigh, hands against your body, lulling you softly. "now, who let my girl drink all that booze?"

your head popped up again, the slyest grin on your face. "i can't tell you."

the boy feigned offence, lips parting but by the smile still unwavering, you could tell he wasn't truly offended. "you're keeping secrets? how could you?" his hands dropped down, gently squeezing at your waist and making you yelp with a drunken giggle. "tell me baby, who's responsible?"

you grinned, a whisper leaving your lips. "octavia."

he wouldn't have expected anything else.

his lips parted again. "octavia?"

but you pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him while he tried to stifle his laughter at you. "shh." you spoke. "she'll hear and she'll know i told. have to keep it a secret." you unformed him, slurring your words.

"a secret?" he whispered back, large hand engulfing your smaller one by his lips, slowly retracting it from his face.

you hummed, nodding.

"can i tell you another secret?" your voice was below a whisper, barely audible but he was so close that he could hear you just fine, even behind all the screaming belonging to the others. he slowly nodded, awaiting your secret. "i saw clarke and finn kissing!" he gasped again, watching your eyes light up as he took interest in what you were saying.

it was the little things, egging on this type of conversation, entertaining the drunken idea of things. it was those things that made you so engulfed by him.

he could see you on the back of jasper jordan, yelling out and holding around his neck or jumping to a song with monty, hands in hands. there was no jealousy behind bellamy's adoring eyes. for he knew, no matter what, you would always come back to him.

"but―" you were cut off with a hiccup. "but you can't tell anyone because clarke will kill me." you pressed a finger to your neck, dragging it across as if you were having your head chopped off.

"she can try." he answered back, arms suddenly wrapping around you. "but she'll have to get through me first." you squealed as the boy hoisted you up, standing on his own and carrying you with him while you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "y'gonna dance with me, sweetheart?"

your feet dropped onto the floor, distant sound of the group making songs by singing and tapping their feet against the ground, clapping even, doing whatever it was to make the sound of music flow through the camp.

you tilted your head at him, straining your neck to look up with a smile. "thought you don' dance."

he tilted his own chin upwards. "something must have persuaded me."

"wonder what." you grinned.

"wonder what." he repeated.

your hand was already in his, dragging him towards the middle where the rest of the group stood, dancing and singing (horribly, i may add). but it didn't matter to anyone, all that mattered was the smiles littering across everyone's faces.

bellamy took your hand in his, twisting it above your head and twirling you. you were grinning, a giggling mess as you danced with the boy who'd swore he'd never dance with a girl ever.

something about that night would forever be engraved in your brain. even after you two separated into the crowd, bellamy's eyes never left your pretty face. jasper had you stuck between he and monty, everyone had formed this kind of circle, leaving bellamy at the other side next to miller. you jumped up and down, as did the rest of the group, chanting a song that would forever be framed in your memory.

it wasn't until the party had began to dull down and the singing quietened and the booze drained that bellamy finally had you in his hold again.

people still cheered and danced though at least half had left.

nobody could even be angry with the others who continued to sing until all hours of the morning, all they could do is wish they had the same energy as them.

speaking of which, your energy had gotten over it's spike, dropping to the ground as bellamy lead you back to your shared tent.

blankets were littered about the tent, tattered up mattress on the ground where he gently laid you down, stripping himself of his shirt. next, he knelt down against the bed. "c'mon, princess, help me get this off."

with the slightest of whines, you sat up on the bed, helping him strip you of your clothes. you found it was better to sleep nude and not sweat in your clothes anymore than you had to. "like when you call me that." your eyes were struggling to stay open, words a whisper.

"yeah?" a smile spread across his cheeks. they'd hurt hard from the entire night, smiling so much until they ached. and you were the entirety of the reason.

"mhm." you placed your head against his bare chest as he slipped off your cotton socks. "like a lot about you."

he rolled his eyes at this, never being one for taking compliments. "yeah, like my awesome dancing?"

he climbed into the bed, allowing your head to sit on his chest as his fingers gently danced down the delicate skin of your spine. "you don' dance." a yawn left your lips, silence becoming ever more apparent throughout the camp. "but you did because you wanted to make me happy. y'sweet like that."

he knew it was both the tiredness and the drunkeness talking but the softness of your tone, pretty words falling from your lips, the genuineness of your words was enough to have him holding his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting another smile of the night.

"y'think 'm sweet?" he questioned to which you hummed, nodding. "i think you're the sweetest girl the world has to offer."

your chin landed on his chest, tilting your head up to look at him, you swore his eyes sparkled when he looked at you. he swore yours did too. "i have another secret."

"yeah?" tilting his head at you. "tell me."

and you didn't miss a beat, your tone never wavered. there was nothing but absolute certainty in your voice when you spoke the soft words, "i love you."

his lips reached down as if on command, pressing against your own. he swore you were the softest being there was. he sometimes wondered how you could love something as rough and tattered as him. but that was how he knew, you didn't see him as such. a patch here and there, but through your eyes, everything was soft, beautiful. and he just so happened to be so lucky to be the centre of it.

"i love you too."

a sudden whistle of fabric was heard as you both turned upwards at the noise, brown curls falling into sight. bellamy, as if on command, quickly held the blanket further up your body so the intruder couldn't see you.

however, the 'intruder' soon proved to be jasper jordan who's goggles that usually sat on his forehead, now sat over his eyes. "oh, this isn't my tent." though he was giggling wildly. "are you guys reciting poetry?"

"what do you want, jasper?" bellamy's usually soft tone with you turned harder, deeper.

"look, can i just―" he was slurring his own words, hiccuping along the way. "can i just crash here with you guys?"

"no."

"no."

"well, you guys are lucky i know when i'm not wanted around."

and with another swish of fabric, the boy was gone.

you giggled into the chest of your lover. "i feel bad." you spoke truthfully.

"yeah." bellamy paid no mind, moving your body so that it sat against him, pushing your weight on him. "he'll get over it."

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[librababe99]

Gravity of You

cw: MDNI, 18+, Clark Kent, Fem!Reader, Friends to lovers, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) word count: 3.1K summary: In the quiet heart of Metropolis, there's more to Clark Kent than meets the eye—especially when it comes to the love he shares with you.

A/N: I’ve got a soft spot when it comes to Clark and just wanted to drop my own little fic into the tumblrsphere🤭 plus I’m so excited for the new movie next year! I really looking forward to seeing David as Superman <3

(DC masterlist)

It had been a quiet evening in Metropolis, the kind that clung to the final moments of summer, thick with the sweet fragrance of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of the city streets. The sky above shimmered with the last glow of twilight, fading into the velvet blue of early night. You had just finished work at the Daily Planet, shoulders heavy from the day's demands. But there was a gentle excitement bubbling under your skin because tonight, Clark was coming over.

He had been dropping hints all week about needing a quiet night together, just the two of you. And truthfully, after the nonstop churn of Metropolis, the idea of being alone with him was the only thing that had kept you going through the long, drawn-out workdays. The way his soft blue eyes would meet yours over the rim of his glasses, promising something far more intimate than words could convey—it was intoxicating.

As you stepped into your apartment, the warm glow of the setting sun bathed the living room in golden light. The soft cotton of your dress clung to your body as you walked toward the window, pulling it open to let the breeze in. The sound of traffic echoed faintly from below, but it was distant, barely there—just like the world would soon be when Clark was with you.

You turned on a few lamps, casting a dim, intimate glow throughout the space. A bottle of wine sat on the kitchen counter, breathing in the open air, and your favorite record was spinning softly on the turntable. Tonight was going to be special; you could feel it in the air.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door—firm, yet soft, as if the person on the other side was holding back from using too much force. Your heart skipped a beat as you crossed the room, smoothing your dress out before reaching for the handle. As soon as you opened it, there he was.

Clark stood in the doorway, his large frame filling the space like he belonged there. He was wearing one of his usual button-downs, but the top two buttons were undone, revealing just a hint of the smooth skin underneath. His hair, tousled from the breeze, was just begging to be touched. Those piercing blue eyes of his softened when they met yours, a slow, easy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and rich.

"Hey yourself," you replied, stepping back to let him in.

As he moved past you, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. There was always something about Clark that made the room feel smaller, like his presence filled every corner, every inch of space. Maybe it was because you knew who he truly was, or maybe it was just the raw power that he seemed to hold back every time he touched you—either way, it sent a shiver down your spine.

He glanced around the room, taking in the soft lighting, the music, and the wine. "Looks like you were expecting me," he teased, his eyes flicking back to yours.

"I might've been," you said, closing the door behind him. "Did you want a drink?"

Clark shook his head slightly. "Not right now," he murmured, his voice deepening as his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips. "I had something else in mind."

You swallowed hard, the anticipation making your pulse race. You had spent enough time with Clark to know where this was headed, but tonight, there was a different kind of intensity in his eyes. Something that made your stomach flutter and your body heat up all at once.

Without another word, he stepped closer, his broad hand lifting to gently cup your face. His thumb brushed over your cheek, and the warmth of his skin against yours sent a delicious tremor through you. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a brief moment before opening them again to find him staring at you with an almost reverent expression.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, soft but insistent. The kiss was slow, savoring—like he had all the time in the world to explore the taste of your mouth. You melted into him, your hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. His body was hard beneath your touch, a solid wall of muscle that made you feel safe and completely overwhelmed all at once.

Clark's hands moved down, sliding along your sides until they rested on your hips. He pulled you closer, pressing you firmly against him as the kiss deepened. His tongue teased yours, coaxing soft whimpers from your throat as the heat between you grew more intense.

You felt the edge of the couch pressing against the backs of your thighs, but before you could react, Clark was lifting you effortlessly, setting you down on the soft cushions. He stood over you for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you, breathless and wanting beneath him.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Why don't you show me?" you whispered back, your voice barely steady.

Clark's eyes flared with something primal, something that made your heart race even faster. He slowly dropped to his knees in front of you, his large hands sliding up your legs, pushing your dress higher as he went. The fabric bunched around your hips, leaving your legs exposed to the cool air. You could feel your skin prickling under his touch, your breath catching in your throat as he leaned in, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thigh.

Your head fell back against the couch, your fingers tangling in the fabric as you fought to keep some semblance of control. But Clark wasn’t making it easy. His lips, warm and teasing, worked their way higher, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"Clark," you gasped, your hips shifting as his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them just enough for him to settle between them.

"I want to take my time with you." he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

And take his time he did.

Clark's lips traveled lower, brushing over the sensitive skin at the juncture of your thigh and hip. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you, and you couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped your lips. He looked up at you then, his blue eyes dark with want, and the sight of him between your legs, looking up at you with such hunger, nearly undid you.

With deliberate slowness, his hands slid up to your hips, his fingers hooking into the thin waistband of your underwear. He pulled them down, the fabric sliding against your skin in a way that made your body hum with anticipation. The cool air brushed against your exposed skin, heightening the sensitivity of every nerve ending.

And then, Clark leaned in.

The first brush of his mouth against you was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body. You arched into him, a soft cry escaping your lips as he kissed you there, his tongue flicking out to taste you. He took his time, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of you like he was committing the experience to memory.

Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft, dark strands as you tugged him closer, needing more. Clark groaned against you, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through your body. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as his tongue worked its magic, teasing and tasting in a way that had you trembling beneath him.

Every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips, was designed to drive you higher, to push you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, tightening with every breath you took. Clark's name fell from your lips in a breathless moan as your hips moved against his mouth, chasing the release that was building inside you.

Clark responded to your need, his movements growing more insistent, more focused. He knew exactly what you needed, exactly how to push you over the edge, and he was relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure.

It didn’t take long before you were teetering on the edge, your body trembling as the tension built to an almost unbearable peak. Clark's name left your lips in a broken gasp, and then, with one final flick of his tongue, you shattered.

The pleasure washed over you in waves, your body arching off the couch as your orgasm consumed you. Your hands tightened in Clark's hair, holding him close as the sensation rolled through you, leaving you breathless and shaking. He stayed with you the entire time, his mouth never leaving your body as he coaxed every last drop of pleasure from you.

When you finally came down, your body limp and boneless against the couch, Clark pulled away, his lips and chin glistening as he looked up at you. The sight of him, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire, was enough to send another shiver of want through you.

Without a word, Clark stood, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. You watched, still breathless, as he undid them slowly, one by one, revealing the broad expanse of his chest. Your mouth went dry at the sight of him—he was all muscle, hard and defined, with just the right amount of softness that made you want to touch every inch of him.

When his shirt finally hit the floor, you couldn't help but reach for him, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest as he leaned down to kiss you again. This kiss was different from the first—deeper, more intense, filled with the promise of what he was about to do to you.

His lips moved with a hunger that matched your own, and you could feel the desire coursing through him in the way his hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against his body. His muscles tensed under your fingers, the raw strength of him a constant reminder of just how powerful he was. And yet, there was always such care in the way he touched you, like you were something precious, something he couldn’t afford to break.

Clark’s hands slipped to the hem of your dress, his fingertips grazing your skin as he slowly began to lift it. You raised your arms, allowing him to pull it over your head, and the cool air hit your skin, making you shiver slightly. His eyes darkened as they swept over your body, drinking you in as though it was the first time he’d ever seen you like this.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

The compliment sent a flush of warmth through you, your heart racing as his hands continued their exploration. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as his fingers trailed down your sides, brushing over your breasts and waist, igniting a fire everywhere he touched. The intensity in his gaze made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, like nothing else mattered except the two of you in this moment.

You reached up, your hands tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of his stubble beneath your fingertips. The kiss you shared was slow and sweet, but the undercurrent of passion was undeniable, simmering just beneath the surface. The room around you seemed to blur, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the feel of his strong body against yours, the heat between you growing hotter by the second.

“Clark…” His name was a whisper on your lips as he pulled away, his eyes locking with yours, searching for permission. He didn’t need to ask; you could see the need mirrored in his gaze, feel it in every deliberate movement he made.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice low and husky, making your body ache for him in ways you hadn’t known were possible.

“I want you,” you breathed, your hands sliding down his chest, fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants. “I need you.”

Clark’s pupils dilated at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. In one swift movement, he had you back against the cushions, his body hovering over yours, and you could feel the strength in every inch of him as he held himself above you, not letting an ounce of his weight press down on you unless you wanted it.

Your fingers fumbled with the button on his pants, desperate to feel more of him. He helped you, his hands moving quickly to rid himself of the remaining barrier between you. When his pants finally fell to the floor, he stood before you in nothing but his boxers, the fabric doing little to hide the evidence of his desire.

You reached out, your fingers sliding over the waistband of his boxers before gently pushing them down. He groaned as you touched him, his breath hitching as he kicked the last piece of clothing away. When he was finally bare before you, you couldn’t help but pause for a moment, taking in the sight of him—so perfect, so human, and yet so much more.

He knelt back down between your legs, his body hovering just above yours, the heat of him intoxicating as he pressed his forehead to yours. His breath was hot against your skin, and you could feel the tension in him, the way his muscles tensed as he held himself back, waiting for you to give him the signal to go further.

“You sure?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint, but you could see how badly he wanted to lose himself in you. It was the same way you wanted to lose yourself in him.

“Yes,” you whispered, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “I’m sure.”

Clark’s control snapped then, but even in his need, there was a tenderness to the way he touched you, a gentleness that made your heart swell. He pressed his body against yours, his lips finding yours again as he aligned himself at your entrance. The first brush of him against you was enough to make you gasp, your body already so sensitive from his earlier touch.

Slowly, he pushed into you, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. You moaned softly as he filled you, the sensation of him inside you overwhelming in the best possible way. He stilled for a moment, letting you catch your breath, and when you finally opened your eyes to look at him, you saw nothing but pure, unadulterated love in his gaze.

“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours.

“You too,” you breathed, your hands running through his hair as you pulled him into another kiss.

Once he was sure you were ready, Clark began to move, his hips rocking gently against yours. The slow, steady rhythm he set sent waves of pleasure rolling through you, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to that edge. You clung to him, your bodies moving in sync, the world outside fading away as you became lost in each other.

The sounds of your combined moans and heavy breathing filled the room, a symphony of desire that made the heat between you burn hotter. Clark’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, deeper, as his pace quickened, his restraint unraveling with each passing second. Every movement, every touch, was driving you higher, the tension building within you like a coil ready to snap.

“Clark,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as you felt the tension in your belly tighten, threatening to break. “I’m close…”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice strained as his own pleasure built. His thrusts grew faster, more intense, his control slipping as he chased his own release.

With one final thrust, you shattered. The pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body trembling as your orgasm ripped through you. You cried out his name, your vision going white as the sensation overwhelmed you. Clark followed soon after, a deep groan escaping his lips as he found his own release, his body tensing above you before he collapsed against you, his chest heaving with the force of it.

For a moment, the world was silent, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside and the heavy breathing between the two of you. Clark stayed inside you for a moment longer, savoring the intimacy of the moment before finally pulling out and collapsing beside you on the couch, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his chest.

Neither of you spoke for a while, the comfortable silence filled only with the sound of your breaths slowly returning to normal. You nestled into his side, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek, the rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of peace.

“You okay?” he finally asked, his voice a soft rumble that you felt more than heard.

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “More than okay,” you whispered, your hand resting over his heart. “That was… amazing.”

Clark let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I’m glad I could be of service,” he teased, but there was an undeniable tenderness in his voice.

You shifted slightly, propping yourself up on one elbow to look down at him. His hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions, and there was a faint flush to his cheeks. But the way he was looking at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the entire world, made your heart swell with love for him.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” you said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

Clark’s hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin in that gentle, familiar way that always made your heart flutter. “Only because of you,” he whispered, his voice soft and sincere.

You leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips, and in that moment, everything felt perfect. The world outside could wait—right now, it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other under the soft glow of the moonlight streaming in through the window.

And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[caitified]

Avoiding caitlin because you have a crush on her after being friends for a while but she gets suspicious and finds out by interrogating you and forcing you to confess meanwhile she feels the same way and kisses you

AVOIDANCE

CAITLIN CLARK X READER

comments: getting to all my requests now!

warnings: none

you and caitlin clark had been inseparable since your freshman year at iowa. from the moment you stepped onto campus, she’d taken you under her wing, made sure you felt like you belonged. it started with extra shooting drills after practice and late-night junk food runs during midterms, and somewhere along the way, it became everything. you were her shadow, her constant. on the court, you had this sixth sense with each other—she’d dish out a no-look pass, and you’d already be there to finish. off the court, it was easy. effortless.

but it stopped being effortless when you realized you were in love with her.

it hit you like a freight train one night in your shared apartment. you were on the couch, her long legs draped across your lap as you both mindlessly watched a movie. she’d laughed at something, her hazel eyes crinkling at the corners, and you’d felt it in your chest—this undeniable ache, this overwhelming need to just be hers.

you tried to ignore it, but it only got worse. the way her long brown hair fell in loose waves after practice, the way she’d push up the sleeves of her hoodie to reveal her toned forearms, the way her big hands would linger on your back during a hug—it was all too much. you couldn’t breathe around her without wanting more, and it scared the hell out of you.

so you did the only thing you could think of: you started pulling away.

you stopped hanging out one-on-one. you claimed you were too busy with classes, with extra workouts, with anything you could use as an excuse. at practice, you avoided her eyes, focused on your own drills, didn’t stay late like you used to.

it didn’t take long for her to notice. caitlin was nothing if not observant, and you could feel her eyes on you every time you brushed her off or avoided her touch. she didn’t say anything at first, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

it came to a head after a late-night practice. the gym was empty except for the two of you, and you were hoping to slip out unnoticed when her voice stopped you cold.

“y/n,” she called, sharp and commanding, like one of her on-court directives.

you froze, your heart racing as you turned to face her. she was standing at the free-throw line, her hands on her hips, her hazel eyes boring into you.

“what’s going on with you?” she demanded, walking toward you. her long strides ate up the space between you until she was standing right in front of you, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of her shampoo.

“nothing,” you said quickly, looking anywhere but at her. “i’ve just been busy, that’s all.”

“bullshit.” her tone was sharp, but her eyes softened as she searched your face. “you’ve been avoiding me. don’t lie to me, y/n. just tell me what’s wrong.”

your chest tightened, and you took a step back, trying to put some distance between you. “it’s nothing, caitlin. seriously.”

she followed, closing the gap you’d just created. “no. you don’t get to do this. we’ve been best friends for three years, and now you’re just shutting me out? what the hell, y/n?”

her voice cracked on your name, and it broke something in you. you couldn’t do this anymore.

“because i’m in love with you!” you blurted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to keep going. “and i can’t—i can’t just be your friend anymore, okay? i can’t sit next to you, or laugh with you, or play with you without wanting more. and it sucks, because i know you don’t feel the same way, and it’s killing me, caitlin. so yeah, i’ve been avoiding you, because it’s easier than pretending i’m fine when i’m not.”

you stopped, your chest heaving, tears stinging your eyes as you finally met her gaze. her expression was unreadable, and your stomach sank.

“say something,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

she didn’t say anything. instead, she stepped closer, her big hands reaching out to cup your face. before you could process what was happening, her lips were on yours.

it wasn’t gentle. it was desperate, like she’d been holding back for just as long as you had, and now that the dam had broken, there was no stopping it. her fingers tangled in your hair, her body pressing against yours as you kissed her back, your hands gripping the front of her hoodie like you needed something to hold onto.

when she finally pulled back, you were both breathless. her forehead rested against yours, her hazel eyes soft and full of something that made your heart race.

“you’re an idiot,” she said, her voice low and shaky.

“what?” you blinked at her, confused.

“you think i don’t feel the same way?” she shook her head, a small, incredulous smile tugging at her lips. “y/n, i’ve been in love with you for years. i just didn’t know how to tell you.”

your breath hitched, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. “you mean—”

“yes,” she interrupted, her thumb brushing your cheek. “i’m in love with you. i’ve been in love with you, and you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

you laughed, a shaky, disbelieving sound, and she kissed you again, softer this time, like she had all the time in the world.

thanks for reading! requests open!

[demonic0angel]

EDA >:DD

Look, I just... I need more of that... Jorgu... Jorguman... Jorguamdnra?? I can't pronounce that shit— CLARK/DAN SHIP :33. Can we have a uhm, continuation <333

Don't break your wrist if you don't have any more ideas on how to continue it

-A.E. 👻

(Ayo, worry more about your thumb!! 😭)

Part 1

Superman continued to hold onto the man as they all traveled down the hallways silently. The woman, named Jazz, told him the story of what happened before he arrived.

Originally, she had ruled over the Infinite Realms, a place that was the opposite of the living realm, as queen regent, but when she gave up her position to their little brother Danny, he had been cursed alongside their little sister. Since previous rulers were forbidden from taking back the throne after being thrown off or abdicating, the crown was given to the other brother, Dan (nicknamed from Danny, which was weird).

“So now they’re children?” Superman asked for clarification, eying the two sleeping children in Jazz’s arms. They stepped over more bodies as they continued moving.

She nodded grimly. “The true crown belongs to Danny, since he is the one who acquired the crown through right of conquest. However, for the last few years, Dan has been the one taking up the role as king in order for there to be a ruler while the throne remains empty. He had been doing really good… he quit smoking, he stopped killing, he was healing…” The sad look in her eyes darkened into rage. “But the GIW ruined everything.”

“The GIW?” Superman asked, as he silently picked up a piece of debris to allow them all passage through the wrecked hallways.

“We call them the Guys in White, but their real name is the Ghost Investigation Ward, and they’re a government agency created and designed to hunt down ghosts. They’re a bunch of fanatic, genocidal hard heads who won’t rest until they nuke all ghosts and kill us all,” Jazz said, her tone venomous. “We can’t fight against them, so we’ve been largely distracting them with other targets. It seems that somehow, they found a way into the Ghost Zone to capture Danny and Ellie.”

The girl in her arms stirred and Jazz shushed her gently. “Shh, Dani, go back to sleep. It’s okay, I’m taking care of it.”

She fell back asleep and they didn’t stop moving. Superman digested the information, holding Dan closer to his chest. Said man was clinging onto him, arms wrapped around him as he remained asleep to the world.

He looked so innocent and lovely, unlike that murderous monster that Superman couldn’t understand just moments before.

But now, Superman was conflicted as he understood his motives.

“Why… Why did he relapse so badly?” Superman asked, a hand involuntarily moving from Dan’s back to stroke his long hair.

Jazz gave him a backwards glance and clarified, “Dan?”

“Yes.”

“… he didn’t come from our timeline. He’s from another world, where everyone in his family— us— died. He was possibly psychologically tortured by our godfather and then he broke down even further, enough that he asked to be split in two so he could feel better. It didn’t work. He nearly killed our godfather and then he absorbed the evil in him. It turned him insane and he destroyed everything. After he completely destroyed his world, he set sight on ours. He nearly killed me and Danny.”

Superman stared wide eyed at her. “And you forgave him?”

She turned back and smiled softly. “He’s my little brother. I’d forgive him for anything. And he’s much better now. He wasn’t well before. But he’s gotten help and he made the effort. He worked hard to be a better person, but the GIW set him back. So after we finish taking care of them, we’ll take care of him.”

Superman clutched at Dan even harder, a mixture of awe and inspiration taking over him. The movement must’ve jostled him, because Dan snuffled, rubbing his fine facial hair against Superman’s neck. Superman withheld a shudder and said determinedly, “I’ll help you.”

“Hmm. Much appreciated. Could you stop snuggling my little brother now?”

Superman blushed bright red. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” He hadn’t thought she would’ve noticed.

Jazz turned her head enough to give him a disdainful look but didn’t say anything. Danny, peeking over her shoulder, opened his eyes and glared at him. Superman flushed and loosened his grip on Dan, whose expression turned disgruntled from losing warmth as he whined.

Oh dear. How embarrassing.

[holylulusworld]

Christmas Together

Summary: You share your first Christmas with Clark.

Pairing: Clark Kent x fem!Reader

Warnings: shy reader, Christmas fluff, fluff, mentions of sex

Catch up here: Alone again - Naturally, Not alone any longer & Together alone

Six months after your last encounter with Lois, you feel—you can’t even describe how you feel. At least, not with a single word. Free. Happy. Valued. Desired. Loved.

The first time you made love, Clark was almost shy.

Both of you touch-starved, you spend hours with kisses and exploring each other’s bodies before he sinks into you. He was gentle yet passionate.

The moment you scratched his back and begged him to make you his, Clark became possessive. He didn’t stop until you came for a third time and passed out on him.

From that night on, you never slept without Clark by your side. When he asked you only three weeks later to move in with him, you didn’t hesitate. You didn’t know why, but you felt like you belonged for the first time in your life.

Clark had this large farm, waiting for you to bring life to it. His mother moved away years back, too sad about the loss of her beloved husband.

It wasn’t too complicated for him to fly back to Metropolis in the blink of an eye to be on time for work. Your boss at the online magazine didn’t care where you were working from. A stable internet connection and your laptop were all you needed to keep your job.

In only a few months, you made a home out of the deserted place. A dog and a cat joined your and Clark’s life soon after you moved into the farmhouse.

Clark named the dog Krypto, and you named the cat Streaky. You chuckled at your choice, but you kind of liked that their names were extraordinary like your boyfriend's.

“Krypto, how about we go for a walk?” You call for your dog. You’re done with work this week. Clark is still in Metropolis, working on an important article. “We can decorate the house some more later. Clark wants to get the tree with us.”

Krypto barks at the cat before pouncing on you to lick your face. He jumps up at you, licking and kissing your face.

“Krypto, no,” you giggle and laugh. “We can cuddle later. You need to go for a walk. No more peeing into the kitchen.”

Krypto whines. Somehow, he understands that he did something wrong. “Aw, it’s alright. You are still a puppy. Let’s go outside before it gets colder again. We don’t want you to freeze, puppy.”

“Cold, cold,” you whine as your teeth shatter. Krypto ran off, and you had to chase him through the snow. Now you feel like a living popsicle and barely feel your feet and hands. “So cold…”

“Blossom?” You want to get up when you hear Clark enter the house, but you’re too cold. Wrapping the blanket tighter around your body, you snuggle with Krypto and Streaky in front of the fireplace in the living room. “Y/N, are you alright?”

A swoosh of air makes you shudder. You’re used to Clark appearing next to you out of nowhere. He looks at you and sits in front of the fireplace. “What happened?”

“Krypto ran, and I had to chase him. It’s cold outside,” you whine. “Really cold, Clarkie. We should never leave the house in winter.”

He laughs at your words but crouches down to kiss your cheek. “What about the tree we wanted to get?”

“Uh—it’s so cold,” you murmur. “Can we not get it later? Much later. After we had hot tea and an even hotter bath?”

“How about you wear your warmest clothes and watch me get one from the front porch? It won’t take me long, and we can decorate it tomorrow. Together.”

Reluctantly, you get up. Before you can protest, you are in his arms, and his lips are on yours. “Hey there, Blossom.” He purrs against your lips before running upstairs with you. You giggle the whole way. “How was your day?”

“It was good,” you cup his face and kiss him again. “So, which tree do you want to get? Will you simply fly to Metropolis and buy one?”

“It’s a surprise,” he pecks your lips before putting you back on your feet. “Get dressed, and don’t forget the scarf and hand gloves. I want you to watch me.”

“Clark—what?” You gasp loudly. It’s nothing new to you that Clark is fast, strong, and can fly. But he just ripped a huge tree out of the ground. He flies toward you, the tree in his arms, as you cannot fathom that this man wants to be your boyfriend.

“I promised you the largest and most beautiful tree.” He gracefully lands on the front porch to show you the tree.

“Clark, there are roots on it,” you laugh while pointing at the roots. “We can’t put the tree up like this.”

“No problem.” He easily maneuvers the tree. Clark puts it on the ground as you watch him with curiosity. He uses his laser eye beam to cut the roots off, making you gasp. His powers are even more impressive up close. “All good. Now we can put it up.”

“It’s so pretty.” You jump at Clark and wrap your arms around him. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”

Clark nods against you. He feels the same. It’s going to be the best Christmas because he can spend it with you and the secret you’re carrying under your heart. The one you do not know about yet…

[maretinelli]

Could you write Ollie x reader where they have mutual friends and they all say they would make a perfect match without them even knowing each other until they finally go on a first blind date and now they understand why everyone said that

If you write it, thank you so much!!

BLIND DATE

Ollie Bearman X fem!reader

Summary: Y/n and Ollie have mutual friends but never met. Tired of their constant missed chances, the group decides to organize a blind date to finally bring them together. Reluctantly, they agree to the idea, but by the end of the date, they realize exactly why their friends were so eager to match them.

Words: 6.9K+

Warnings: Nothing too exaggerated, just blind dates, nosy friends, couples getting along well and romance.

Author: English is not my first language, I apologize if there are any spelling or writing mistakes in the story. So, this is my first time writing a requested story, I hope it meets your wishes.🥹🥹

Friends who are romantically paired:

Kimberly X Tobias

Jeni X Peter

MASTERLIST

The group consists of six people: Tobias and Peter, Ollie's longtime friends, who are dating Kimberly and Jeni, Y/n Clarke's college classmates. Despite this, Ollie and Y/n never met, neither in person nor in a photo. Whenever the group organized an outing, one of the two had a commitment, making it impossible to meet.

Kimberly and Jeni, who are both accounting students with Y/n, often joked that she and Oliver would be the perfect couple to round out the group into three pairs. Whenever they brought it up, Y/n would laugh it off, not really paying it any mind. She didn't know Oliver, and to be honest, she couldn't even imagine why her friends were so insistent about it.

Furthermore, Y/n was completely unaware that the Oliver character was actually Ollie Bearman, a Formula 1 driver. This was because he was widely known by the nickname Ollie, and his closest friends called him by his full name, Oliver. Y/n tried searching for 'Oliver' on Instagram several times, but never found anyone who seemed to belong to the group.

The library was in its usual rhythm, with students concentrating and the soft sound of pages being turned or fingers typing on keyboards. Y/n was sitting at her favorite table, near a window that let the sunlight illuminate her corner filled with papers, books and notebooks.

She scribbled formulas quickly in an open notebook, her eyes darting back and forth between her notes, library books, and her computer.

Kimberly and Jeni appeared soon after, smiles plastered on their faces. Kimberly, her voluminous curls bouncing with each step, sat in the chair across from Y/n, while Jeni, tall and elegant as always, sat next to her friend.

"Hi, Y/n! How are you today?" Kimberly began, her voice too excited to be casual.

"And what wonderful weather outside, don't you think?" Jeni added, resting her chin on one hand, while her eyes sparkled with obvious amusement.

Y/n looked up briefly and frowned suspiciously. "You guys always look like that when you're up to something... What now?"

Kimberly gave an innocent smile as she took her materials out of her backpack. "That's absurd! We're not planning anything. We just came to study, like you asked us to."

Jeni laughed and also began to organize her books on the table. "Exactly! No conspiracies today, we promise."

"I know..." Y/n replied, letting out a light laugh before returning to her notes. Even though she was suspicious, she decided not to insist.

The three of them began to study, immersed in numbers and accounting theories. But, as always, the silence between them did not last long. Kimberly broke their concentration by commenting.

"Oh, did you know that Tobias said yesterday that Oliver is getting more and more curious about you?"

Y/n paused her writing and raised her eyebrow, confused. "What? Why would he be curious about me if we've never even met?"

Jeni smirked and casually commented, "Well, maybe it's because Peter and I mentioned how cute you two would look together."

Y/n let out a short, incredulous laugh, leaning back in her chair. "You guys are really thinking about this idea, you know? I don't even know this Oliver guy. We've never met in person, and you never show me a picture of him! I'm thinking this 'Oliver' guy is just an old legend of the group."

Kimberly laughed and shook her head.

"He's not a legend, Clarke. He's very real, and the four of us—me, Jeni, Tobias, and Peter—we've been talking recently about how great it would be for you two to finally meet."

Y/n raised an eyebrow again, now more intrigued. "Finally the whole group is going out together, then? I'm finally going to meet this 'Oliver'!"

But Kimberly exchanged a knowing look with Jeni and replied, "Not exactly..."

"What do you mean, 'not exactly'?" Y/n asked, picking up her water bottle to take a sip.

Jeni smiled, biting her lip slightly to hold back her laughter, and explained, "Tobias and Peter had an even better idea... They suggested that you two go on a blind date. Just you and Oliver. It would be much more exciting that way."

Before Y/n could process it, she ended up choking on the water she was drinking. Jeni, alarmed, walked around the table and lightly patted her friend on the back while Kimberly laughed softly.

"Calm down, breathe!" Jeni said, worried, while Y/n coughed, trying to recover.

Once she was able to breathe normally, Y/n looked at the two of them in horror. "You must be crazy! A blind date? With someone I've never met? That's completely insane!"

Kimberly shrugged with a mischievous smile. "It may sound insane now, but trust us, it'll be perfect. Tobias and Peter are already taking care of everything."

Y/n shook her head, going back to writing in her notes. "No, no, and no. Negative!"

Kimberly and Jeni looked at each other with determined expressions, as if they had come up with a plan and weren't going to give up so easily.

Kimberly was the first to insist: "Y/n, please give it a chance! It's just a date. Nothing big. You're just going to talk to him, and if it doesn't work out, that's it, it's over."

"Exactly!" Jeni agreed, leaning on the table and looking at Y/n with almost pleading eyes. "It's just a chance for you two to get to know each other. He's really nice, really. I promise!"

Y/n sighed, leaning back in her chair and dropping her pen on the table. "Girls, this doesn't sound like a good idea. It's weird! Blind date? What if he's... I don't know, a murderer?"

"He's not!" Kimberly said, holding Yin's hand as if it were a mission to convince her friend. "Look, if you're not sure, we can tell you more about him. Maybe then you'll change your mind?"

Y/n hesitated, still suspicious, but curiosity began to take over. "Okay, fine. Tell me a little about him, and I'll think about it." She rolled her eyes.

Kimberly smiled from ear to ear as Jeni began to speak excitedly.

"First, he's very polite and attentive. He always asks how we are and he's the kind of guy who notices when you need help, you know?"

"Besides" Kimberly continued, a twinkle in her eye, "he has a great sense of humor. Tobias is always saying that Oliver can make everyone laugh even on the most stressful days."

"Oh, and he's super dedicated to what he does," Jeni added. "The type of person who puts passion into everything he sets out to do. Tobias and Peter always say that about him."

Y/n had a neutral expression, but inside she was starting to get interested. Attentive? Fun? Dedicated? Sounds too good to be true, she thought, but didn't let it show.

"And of course," Kimberly said, leaning forward a little with a mischievous smile, "I know Jeni and I have boyfriends, but he's pretty cute too."

Jeni nodded in agreement, completing with a giggle. "Yes. Handsome and charming. The kind of guy who makes people turn their necks on the street. Just your type, Y/n."

Y/n arched an eyebrow, feigning disinterest. "Hmm... it sounds interesting, but you're selling him to me like he's Prince Charming. That makes me even more suspicious."

"Because he is, Y/n!" Kimberly insisted. "Just accept it and trust us. It'll be fun!"

After a moment of silence and anxious looks from her friends, Y/n sighed deeply, surrendering. "Okay, okay. I accept. But if it's awkward, I blame you four. You two and your boyfriends!" She pointed at her friends.

The two friends practically exploded with joy, squealing softly and clapping excitedly. Kimberly jumped a little in her chair while Jeni lightly smacked Y/n's arm, laughing.

Their excited laughter caught the attention of other students in the library, who turned to them with reprimanding looks. "Shhh!" a student let out, clearly irritated.

The three looked at each other and burst out laughing, this time muffling the sound so as not to cause more trouble.

She wasn't going to confess it to the girls, but she was starting to get anxious about meeting Oliver.

•••••••••••••••••••

Meanwhile, the girls' boyfriends were with Ollie, trying to convince him to go out with Y/n as well.

Tobias and Peter took advantage of the fact that their best childhood friend had taken a break from racing and the three of them decided to go out, thus taking the opportunity to give Ollie the idea.

In the center of the room, a pool table in perfect condition occupied the main space. Ollie, Tobias and Peter were gathered there, taking turns playing shots and having relaxed conversations. Tobias, the afternoon's host, held his bat as he bent to aim for the ball, with an expression of exaggerated concentration.

Ollie, in turn, was leaning against the wall near the window, waiting for them to finish the round so he could play with whoever won, he was holding a bottle of beer.

"You need to work on that aim, Tobias," Peter teased with a grin. "You look like you're playing with your eyes closed."

Tobias snorted with laughter and took his shot, which narrowly missed the target. "I want to see you do better."

Peter laughed, picked up the cue and took his turn.

During his playthrough, he cast a quick glance at Ollie. "By the way, since you're on vacation and finally have some free time... we were thinking about something."

Ollie arched an eyebrow, intrigued. Taking another sip of the drink he was holding. "Thinking about what?"

Tobias took advantage of the opportunity. "About a friend of ours. Y/n."

"Y/n?" Ollie repeated, curious. He straightened his posture, crossing his arms as he looked at his two friends. "You always mention her, but never really explain what she's like!"

Peter gave a small smile as he leaned in to make his move. "She's best friends with the girls, Kimberly and Jeni. They study together at the London School of Economics. She's part of the group too!"

Ollie laughs. "I don't think so, I've never seen her on the dates our group goes on."

Tobias rolls his eyes in amusement, while Peter shakes his head.

"Hey, people have commitments too!" Peter says and they laugh. "She's super nice, smart and funny. When she comes to our meetings it's great."

Ollie frowned slightly. "If she's so amazing, why haven't you ever shown a picture of her or talked more about her? I only know her first name: Y/n. It seems like you guys are hiding information."

The two friends exchanged a knowing look before laughing.

"It's because we want you to have the opportunity to get to know her the right way," Tobias explained.

"She's known us and the girls for a long time. She's the one who brought us and our girlfriends together. So I have to say, she's an amazing person!" Peter continues.

"And the best part! It's your style of woman, Bearman!" Tobias lightly hits the F1 driver with the bat and Ollie holds back a laugh, rolling his eyes. "She turns heads wherever she goes, but she's humble, you know? A little shy, but she has an amazing personality."

Ollie listened to the descriptions with a neutral expression, but something inside him began to stir. The curiosity was there, but he didn't want to show interest.

"Hmm, sounds interesting. Cool." He muttered casually, taking a sip of his beer.

Tobias realized he had caught Ollie's attention, even if he didn't admit it. "Yeah... and that's when we had an idea," he said, smirking.

Peter put down the bat and turned to Ollie with an excited expression. "We thought it would be cool if you two got to know each other better. But not in the traditional way. How about a blind date?"

Ollie stopped drinking immediately and looked at the two of them, confused and a little surprised. "A blind date? You're kidding, right?"

"Nothing like that," Tobias said, crossing his arms with a satisfied smile. "It's a perfect idea. No pressure, just the two of you talking. It'll be fun, trust me."

Ollie shook his head, letting out a low, disbelieving laugh. "You two are crazy. I don't even know what she looks like. That's weird."

"That's the fun," Peter insisted. "It'll be spontaneous. And honestly, we think you two are a great match. The girls agree, too."

The Haas driver let out a sigh, thinking for a moment. He still wasn't convinced, but his curiosity about Y/n was starting to grow.

"I don't know, man... that sounds kind of forced."

"Trust us" Tobias said, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "It'll be cool. Just one date. If it doesn't work out, that's okay, but at least you tried."

Ollie still looked hesitant, running his hand over the back of his neck as he stared at the pool table, as if he were looking for an excuse to escape the situation. Tobias and Peter, however, were not about to give up.

"Look, Ollie..." Peter began, leaning his cue against the table and crossing his arms. "We know you have a million commitments and your life is busy, but this is different. No pressure, no serious commitment. It's just a date for you two to get to know each other. And honestly, you're going to have fun."

"Y/n is amazing," Tobias added with a confident smile. "You yourself always complain that most of the girls you meet aren't that interesting or genuine. And that they only date you out of interest. But trust us, Y/n is amazing, and she doesn't know that you're an F1 driver because she doesn't follow you. She's not a gold digger."

The three laugh.

Ollie thought for a moment and they were right, most of the girls he went out on a date only knew how good he was at what he did on the track, something as if she wanted to stay with him for fame. But now with the description of Y/n being made by her friends of years, something in him lit up, telling him to accept the proposal they made.

"You two seem pretty invested in this, huh? Almost like it's a personal project."

"Because it is," Peter replied, without losing his sense of humor. "We want you to be happy, man. And who knows, maybe Y/n isn't the right person for that?"

"Not to mention that our group would have three pairs of couples. It will work out," Tobias says, laughing.

He knew that his friends had good intentions, and curiosity about Y/n was starting to outweigh reluctance.

"Okay, okay," he said finally, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'll take it. A blind date. But you two will owe me if this is a disaster."

Tobias and Peter looked at each other with knowing smiles and, at the same time, clapped their hands on Ollie's shoulder in celebration.

"That's it!" Tobias exclaimed, trying to keep his voice low, but visibly excited.

"You won't regret it," Peter said, laughing and picking up the bat again.

As Ollie walked away to pick up his game stick, Tobias discreetly took his phone out of his pocket and quickly typed a message to Kimberly, telling her that their part was also a success.

Now, it was just a matter of marking the day when Y/n and Ollie's lives would change forever.

•••••••••••••••••••��

During the week leading up to the meeting, Y/n and Ollie tried to go about their days as usual, but anxiety was inevitable.

Y/n spent her nights trying to focus on her studies, but her thoughts often wandered to the date. Who was this Oliver after all? She imagined what he looked like, what he would do with his life, what his style would be like. The girls' descriptions echoed in her head, but none of them gave a clear picture.

She pretended to be calm when Kimberly and Jeni talked about the meeting, but inside, her heart was racing with anticipation and nervousness.

Ollie, on the other hand, was dealing with his own thoughts. Despite trying to maintain his normal routine, going to the gym and reviewing running strategies during the holidays, he couldn't help but wonder what this Y/n would be like.

He had never been on a blind date, and the idea of not knowing what to expect made him slightly uneasy, although he wouldn't admit it.

The group was also responsible for setting the day, time and place for their meeting.

They carefully chose the setting for the two to meet. It was a charming French restaurant in London, cozy, with an intimate atmosphere, perfect for quiet conversations.

All the friends were secretly excited about the plan and hoped that the meeting would be a success. Of course, they informed Y/n and Ollie of the details without giving too many clues about each other.

And then, the big day had arrived. And even though Ollie and Y/n didn't know each other, it made their hearts race.

In Y/n's room, Kimberly and Jeni were in full fashion consultant mode. The atmosphere was a mix of laughter, hangers with clothes spread across the bed, and the soft sound of music playing on one of their cell phones.

"That blouse is beautiful, but I think the black dress suits the place better," Kimberly opined, holding the piece against Y/n's body as she looked in the mirror.

"No, the black dress is too formal," Jeni countered. "It goes with those high-waisted jeans and the cream blouse. It's casual, but super elegant."

Y/n rolled her eyes with a nervous smile, holding up a third option. And one that she clearly liked the most.

"You guys are more sure than I am. I don't even know what he looks like, and you're out there choosing what's 'perfect'."

"That's exactly why we're here," Kimberly said, smiling as she smoothed back her curly hair. "If it were up to you, you'd show up in a sweatshirt."

"That's not true!" Y/n protested, but laughed along with them.

Meanwhile, Ollie was in his apartment, getting ready alone.

He chose a casual light blue long-sleeved shirt and jeans with sneakers. Ollie looked in the mirror, smoothing his hair with his fingers and trying to look carefree, even though anxiety was poking at him.

"It's just a date" he muttered to himself, trying to dispel the thoughts of what it would be like to meet Y/n. Still, the mystery about her made him uneasy.

Finally, Y/n had chosen an all-black look, with each piece matching perfectly with the next. Her hair was loose and natural, with soft makeup that highlighted her features well.

"You look amazing," Kimberly said, holding Y/n's hands and turning her around slightly, as if she was inspecting a work of art.

"He'll be impressed," Jeni added, leaning against the door with a mischievous smile.

Y/n laughed, still trying to mask her nervousness. "You guys say this like it's the biggest event of the century. It's just a date."

"No, no, no," Kimberly interrupted, pointing a finger. "It's THE date."

With one last adjustment to the simple earrings she wore, Y/n grabbed her bag and let out a long sigh. She was ready to leave, but the butterflies in her stomach remained.

Meanwhile, Peter and Tobias were in the group message with their girlfriends, coordinating the last details.

Peter sent a message to Jeni and Kimberly.

"He's wearing a light blue long-sleeved shirt, his hair is neat, jeans and sneakers. He has that relaxed demeanor of his, but he's definitely curious."

The girls immediately warned Y/n about how Ollie would be waiting for her.

At the same time, Tobias sent a message to Ollie:

"Hey, for you guys to meet! The girls said she's wearing an all black outfit, silver earrings, and heels. She's tall and has long hair!"

This really helped both of them ease the tension as they would know how to look for each other once they arrived at the restaurant.

With everything ready, Y/n left the house, followed by her friends who were also leaving. They said sweet and confident words to help Y/n relax and encourage her.

"It's going to be okay" Jeni said with an encouraging smile. "We already got Tobias's message. He said Ollie is on his way too." She said, twirling her car key on her finger.

Y/n smiles as she walks to her own car to leave the house.

"Take a deep breath and go rock" Kimberly added.

Y/n laughed, but thanked him with a wave, getting into her own car. When she started the engine, the soft sound of the playlist that always calmed her began to play.

On the way to the restaurant, both Y/n and Ollie tried to organize their thoughts.

Y/n drove with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The thought of finally meeting Oliver, someone he heard so much about, made his mind fill with questions. "Will he like me?", "What if it's weird?", she thought, while trying not to look so nervous to herself.

Ollie, for his part, kept his hands firmly on the steering wheel as he drove through the bright streets of London. He wasn't one to be easily intimidated, but the mystery about Y/n made him feel slightly uneasy. "Be natural" He muttered to himself, looking out the window as the city lights flashed by.

The two, each in their own car, shared a mutual feeling: curiosity and anxiety about finally meeting the person who, until then, was just a name in conversations between mutual friends.

Ollie arrived at the restaurant first, the quiet sound of his car's engine echoing as he pulled into one of the spaces near the entrance. The restaurant had a charming facade, with yellow lights that softly illuminated the letters of the sign, creating a welcoming atmosphere.

He turned off the engine and got out of the car, adjusting his blue shirt as he looked around, as if trying to predict Y/n's arrival.

As he waited, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and read Tobias's message:

"Kimberly said she's stuck in traffic, but she'll be there in six minutes tops. Take a breather, champ."

Ollie let out a short sigh, putting his cell phone back in his pocket. Six minutes. It seemed like a short time, but it was enough for his mind to fill with thoughts. He tried to concentrate, but her name sounded familiar now, almost as if he already knew her, even if only through Tobias and Peter's enthusiastic descriptions.

He repeated in his mind that it was just a meeting and not a trip to the world war.

And exactly a few minutes later, a car pulled into the parking lot, causing Ollie to look up from his phone.

Y/n had finally arrived, parking the car a little further away, without realizing that Ollie was there, next to his own car, playing with his cell phone. The messages from her friends arrived as she turned off the engine. "He's already waiting for you. Good luck, Clarke."

Ollie, in turn, received a message at almost the same time. Tobias, with the same energy as always, wrote:

"She's here. Good luck, pilot. Everything will be fine."

Putting his phone away again, Ollie straightened his posture, paying attention to the movement around him. He saw a car park a little further away from where he was.

He frowned slightly, trying to guess if it could be her. His heart was racing with every beat. Ollie took a step forward, trying to hide his anticipation as he watched the driver get out of the car from afar.

And it was her. He didn't know how, but something in her posture, in the natural gestures of someone who was clearly trying to hide her nervousness, made him sure.

Y/n gave one last hint of nervousness before turning around. And there he was, from afar with a light blue sleeved shirt, brown hair and with body language that revealed that he was nervous too.

They both began walking towards each other almost at the same time, their steps hesitant but full of expectation. When they finally met, they were only a few steps away, and both of them let out shy smiles.

"So..." Y/n began, trying to break the ice. "You must be Oliver. The legend everyone talks about."

Ollie gave a light laugh, relaxing a little. "And you're Y/n. The 'legend' who apparently fits me perfectly, according to our crazy friends."

They both laughed, and the initial tension seemed to dissolve a little. Ollie, without thinking much, opened his arms slightly, indicating a hug. Y/n hesitated for a second, but soon reciprocated, the gesture being more natural than she expected.

"Good" she said, as they both pulled away from the hug with slightly less shy smiles. "At least we now know we have something in common: friends who love to meddle in our lives."

"Yeah" Ollie agreed, laughing. "That's a great start."

Walking to the restaurant, side by side, Ollie and Y/n exchanged quick, nervous glances, the sound of their footsteps filling the short silences between one sentence and another.

"So" Y/n began, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "Which pair do you think came up with the blind date idea? Kimberly and Tobias or Jeni and Peter?" She smiled.

Ollie chuckles, running his hands through his hair against the night wind.

"Look, to be honest... I think it was more of Tobias and Peter's idea. Definitely this duo, the girls just caught the wave"

Y/n laughs, with the habit of putting her hand in front of her mouth. "Of course!"

They arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, where a receptionist in an elegant dark suit and a friendly smile welcomed them.

"Good evening, couple. Do you have a reservation?"

Ollie and Y/n looked at each other, laughing somewhat shyly.

"So... we didn't actually book it," Ollie explained, drumming his fingers on the stone countertop. "It was... our friends' thing."

"Yeah, it's probably under Tobias and Kimberly or Jeni and Peter's names" Y/n added.

The receptionist raised his eyebrows, clearly amused by the situation, and began looking through the list. "Ah, here it is. Jeni and Peter. For...Y/n and Ollie, right?"

Ollie sighed in relief and smiled. "That, them and ourselves." He says and Y/n lets out a soft laugh.

"Please follow me."

The restaurant's atmosphere was elegant and welcoming, with soft lighting highlighting the tables decorated with candles and small white flowers.

It wasn't long before the waiter arrived at their reserved table, near the window with an incredible view of the lake outside. "Would you like something to drink?" He handed them the menus.

Ollie looked at Y/n, seeking her opinion. "How about wine? Or would you prefer something different?"

"Wine sounds perfect" She replied, smiling.

After the waiter took their order and left, Y/n looked at Ollie with a curious smile.

"You know, I have to admit something... I spent weeks trying to find you on Instagram under the name Oliver. And nothing."

Ollie laughed, but raised an eyebrow in intrigue. "Really? Why Oliver?"

"Because it's the only name the four of them used to refer to you. I thought it would be easy."

He let out a low laugh, leaning back in his chair. “That explains a lot. No one really calls me Oliver. Everyone calls me Ollie, and I used that to put it on my social media.”

Y/n's eyes widened slightly. "Seriously? That makes so much sense now. If I were a detective, I'd be fired right now."

Ollie chuckles, feeling all the embarrassment and anxiety disappear into thin air now. Because the sound of her sweet voice made the pilot's heart race.

"If you were wanted by Ollie Bearman it would be right" He smiles. "And well...due to the circumstances too, it would have been easier to have found me just for Ollie..." He makes circles on the table with his finger and Y/n frowns a little. But before he could say anything, the waiter returned with two glasses of wine and a bottle.

Ollie thanks him and Y/n smiles kindly as he pours the liquid into their glasses.

"So...what are the circumstances?"

"It's just that...you see...I'm a Formula 1 driver. I joined this year, I'm part of the Haas team."

The menu Y/n was holding slid from her fingers onto the table. She blinked, an incredulous smile appearing on her face. “You’re kidding.”

Ollie laughed, leaning his elbows on the table. "I'm not. It's real."

"Wow." She stared at him for a moment, trying to absorb the information. "Okay, now this just got a lot more interesting. But honestly, I don't follow Formula 1, that's more my dad's thing. I only know a few names like Ayrton Senna and Alain Prost." She let out an awkward laugh. "Really... I'm sorry about that."

"Hey, it's okay. No need to apologize." He smiles and places a hand on hers, feeling the warm heat coming from her body. Y/n tries to hide a smile but it fails. "No problem. Honestly, I prefer it this way. It's more... genuine." Ollie shrugged, his eyes shining at her genuine manner.

"Really?" Y/n asked, tilting her head.

"Yeah. You're here for me, not for the pilot or anything." The pilot smirked.

Y/n’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away with a short laugh. “That was incredibly cute.”

"Well, that's the goal," he replied in a relaxed tone, but his sincere smile showed that he was beginning to relax.

The conversation between Ollie and Y/n was more fluid now. They no longer felt trapped in awkward silences or forced attempts to keep the conversation going.

There was a silent understanding between the two, something genuine that made them feel comfortable, like they were where they were supposed to be. Both could feel, deep down, a small spark, something that grew with each exchange of words and looks.

The waiter appeared again with the notepad and a polite smile. "Have you decided what you want?"

Y/n and Ollie picked up the menus at the same time, but before they could think too much, they ended up saying the same dish almost in unison.

As soon as they realized, they exchanged glances and burst out laughing.

"I swear I wasn't copying you" Ollie commented, raising his hands as if to defend himself.

"Sure" Y/n replied with an amused smile. "I think you were peeking at my menu."

The waiter laughed at their spontaneous exchange, taking their order before leaving. Ollie leaned back in his chair with a relaxed smile.

"I think we're even getting on the same page about our taste in food now."

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "Just don't tell our friends. They'll never stop talking about it."

They continued talking while they waited for their food. Y/n talked about the college routine, the late nights studying and how she really enjoyed the course, even though it was exhausting.

Ollie, in turn, told a little about his life as a pilot: how he was always on the move, with training, racing and constant traveling.

And, despite their differences, they realized something in common: a passion for challenges and a determination to give their best in everything they did.

When the waiter returned with their dishes, they both thanked them and began to eat. Each bite seemed to be accompanied by smiles and light conversation. They were feeling good, enjoying each other's company in a natural way.

After a while, Ollie looked at Y/n and asked casually: "And what do you like to do in your free time? Any hobbies or sports that help you relax?"

"Look, I've never really been good at sports." She smiles. "But I really like running to clear my mind." Ollie smiles, listening intently. "And a hobby, I'm not sure exactly, I like to do a lot of crafts. I think that counts."

As they finished eating, Y/n looked at Ollie with a slightly more curious expression. "And how is it to deal with the pressure of being a pilot? It must be crazy to live in the public eye all the time."

Ollie paused for a moment, fork between his fingers. His relaxed smile became more thoughtful.

"It's tough, to be honest. Some days it's amazing because I'm doing what I love. But... it's lonely sometimes, you know? And it's hard to always have to look like everything's okay, even when it's not."

His answer left Y/n touched. She looked at him with a mix of empathy and admiration.

"It must be a lot to carry, but I think you're much stronger than you think."

The comment made Ollie smile, a genuine and slightly vulnerable smile. "Thanks for that. It's not often that someone truly understands."

As they continued talking, Y/n looked absentmindedly at the window and suddenly started laughing.

"What's wrong?" Ollie frowned curiously.

She pointed discreetly outside. "Take a look, but try not to be obvious."

Ollie turned his head subtly and immediately rolled his eyes. Outside, Kimberly, Tobias, Jeni, and Peter were disguised, wearing sunglasses and clothes that clearly didn’t match the surroundings. They were leaning against the car, trying to peek inside.

"I don't believe it." Ollie said, laughing as he shook his head. "They can't control themselves, can they?"

"Amateurs" Y/n joked, laughing along. "I think they're more nervous about this meeting than we are."

Discreetly, Y/n sends a message in the group she had with the girls, and glances outside the restaurant, waiting for their reaction.

"You guys out there, could you give us some space? We've already seen you four hiding.💆🏻‍♀️"

The girls just send an emoji and Y/n holds it smiling, seeing the message in the notification bar and turning off the phone. And when she looked outside again, they were already gone.

After a few minutes, Ollie looked at her with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Do you want to take a walk around the lake? There's a park right next door that's really peaceful."

Y/n was surprised by the invitation, but nodded with a smile. "Sure, why not?"

As they stood up, Ollie felt something different. He never asked girls to continue their date like this, but with Y/n, it was different. There was something about her that pulled him in getting closer and closer, something that made him want to prolong that moment. He knew, deep down, that this night would be special.

Ollie and Y/n walked up to the counter to pay the bill, exchanging glances and slight smiles. As soon as Ollie asked how much he had paid, the receptionist looked at them with a friendly smile.

"Your dinner has already been paid for."

The two looked at each other, surprised.

"Paid? What do you mean?" Y/n asked, her eyebrows raised.

The receptionist continued, still smiling:

"It was registered in Tobias and Peter's name just now. Do you know them?"

Y/n let out a laugh, looking at Ollie, who was shaking his head with an amused smile.

"Of course" Ollie replied, laughing. "They're our friends... They're always trying something."

The receptionist laughed along.

"Looks like they got it right this time, huh?"

"It seems so" Y/n replied with a sparkle in her eyes, before thanking her. "Thank you so much for the service. Dinner was amazing!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Come back soon," the receptionist replied, as the two left the restaurant.

Outside, the air was fresh and quiet, and the street lit by streetlights created a welcoming atmosphere. They walked across the street towards the lake, the reflection of the lights dancing on the calm water.

As they walked, Ollie looked at Yin curiously.

"So... what made you choose your college major?"

Y/n gave a slight smile, looking at the lake before answering.

"I think it started because of my godparents. They both have degrees in the field, and I've always admired what they did. In high school, I was really into math and numbers, so things kind of just naturally connected. One thing led to another, you know?" Ollie seemed genuinely interested, and she continued. "I'm a junior in high school now college and I do an internship at their office. It's been an incredible experience, because in addition to learning a lot, I'm working with people I've admired since I was little."

He smiled, impressed.

"That's really cool. You can tell you really love what you do. I think that passion is what makes you so good at it."

Y/n smiled, slightly embarrassed by the compliment. "Thank you."

The two continued walking side by side, in comfortable silence.

They both felt that that moment, even without words, had a kind of magic, as if everything around was in perfect harmony.

Y/n broke the silence, turning to him with a curious smile. "Have you ever experienced anything funny in the paddock or on the track?"

Ollie gave a light laugh, running his hand through his hair as he thought.

"Oh, several times. But there's one I'll never forget."

"What? Now you have to tell!" Y/n said, laughing in anticipation.

He looked at her, already laughing before he could speak. "There was this one time when I was on the track and my radio went out. I thought the crew chief was asking me to get out of the car and... well, I did, in the middle of the track, in the middle of practice. He went crazy!"

"What? You got out of the car in the middle of the road?" Y/n's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes! I got out, took off my helmet, and started gesturing to explain that I was hearing everything wrong. The crew went crazy, everyone was screaming. In the end, the radio was just jamming, but the guys never let it go. To this day, they make fun of me for it."

Y/n laughed out loud, almost stopping walking because of how much fun she was having. Ollie looked at her, pleased that he had made her laugh like that, the sound of her laughter echoing like music in the park.

As they walked, the sweet scent of vanilla reached them, and they noticed a small ice cream stand at the edge of the park, the hanging lights flickering softly.

"How about some ice cream?" Ollie suggested, discreetly pointing to the stand.

"I think it's a great idea!" She smiled.

They arrived at the ice cream stand, where the hanging lights flickered softly, creating a cozy and relaxed atmosphere. Y/n looked over the options on the menu while Ollie quickly placed his order, seeming to already know exactly what he wanted.

When Y/n chose the flavor she wanted, she started to take the card from her bag, but Ollie, with a gentle gesture, placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I'll pay," he said with a confident smile.

"No need! I can pay" Y/n insisted, already pulling out the card.

Ollie shook his head, still smiling. "I insist. Leave it to me."

"But it was all arranged by your friends," she argued, laughing lightly. "You don't have to spend on what they planned."

He looked at her, his eyes shining with sincerity, and replied softly.

"I want to pay. Because honestly, I'm loving your company. Much more than I thought possible."

Y/n laughed again, her barrier giving way to his charm.

"Okay, you win. But just this once."

They grabbed their ice creams and started walking back toward the restaurant parking lot. The conversation flowed naturally, and the quiet atmosphere of the evening seemed to bring them even closer.

After a few minutes, Ollie looked at her, his smile now a little more shy.

"I'm really enjoying being here with you."

Y/n was a little embarrassed, but smiled softly.

"I'm enjoying it too. Even though it's... arranged."

They both laughed, and Ollie held up the ice cream as if it were a toast. "Here's to our arranged date, which is turning out to be very special."

Y/n smiled, touching the ice cream to his.

"A toast."

They continued walking, until they finally reached the parking lot. They stopped in front of Ollie's car, with Y/n looking at hers a few steps away.

A comfortable silence hung between them for a moment, until Ollie gathered his courage and turned to her.

"Can I... get your number?" He asked, his smile almost shy, but still charming. "I really enjoyed tonight and I would love to go out with you more often. Only now... of my own free will."

Y/n was surprised for a moment, feeling her heart race, but quickly smiled.

"Of course," she replied, laughing. "I must confess too...I'm enjoying this date."

They laughed together.

Y/n typed the number into his phone. At the end, they said goodbye with a brief hug, and Y/n walked to her car, the goofy smile remaining as she got in and started the engine.

In the days that followed, Ollie and Y/n began messaging each other daily. They told their friends that the arranged meeting had gone well and, to the happiness of Tobias, Peter and the girls, they had really liked each other.

Soon they planned new meetings: dinners in fancy restaurants, bike rides in the lake park at sunset, going to the gym together and even picnics on sunny late afternoons.

On their second date, when Ollie dropped her off at home, they shared their first kiss, a moment so natural that it seemed like they had both been waiting for it since their first conversation.

Months later, Ollie took her to Silverstone, the most special race for him. It was his home race.

Before the start, as they walked through the reserved area, he turned to her and, with his heart racing, asked her to be his girlfriend.

There was no need to say anything more than that. They both knew they were like pieces of a puzzle that had finally fit together. It seemed like their lives had been connected even before they met, and now, they shared not only moments, but one certainty: they were made for each other.

[jclolz22]

i belong with you — tashi duncan

tashi duncan x fem!reader word count: 1.4k

author's note: please pretend the last picture isn't two white girls, and i’m sorry if this writing isn’t up to par, because i’ve never really written like this before so the bar is low... also thank you to annie for this idea/request; i love your brain

After an intense match against UCLA and a particularly grueling week filled with practice, practice, and more practice, Tashi was more than happy to get back to her dorm. It’s tough being Stanford’s star tennis player, regardless of how easy she makes it seem. Seeing you there waiting for her made her even happier and grateful that her week was over, so she could finally rest, decompress, and destress with you. “Hey, baby,” you started saying to her as you watched her place her tennis bag down next to her desk. Her fatigue made her even more glad to see you. 

“Hey. I am absolutely exhausted,” she tells you as she sits down in between your spread legs on the floor, her back pressed up against your chest. She couldn’t help but let out a content sigh as you gently ran your hands up and down her arms.

Though, she was a little confused as to how you managed to get into her room. “Wait… how’d you even get in here?” You laugh at her obliviousness, and tell her “I may or may not have managed to snag your key this morning. You’re telling me you didn’t realize your door was unlocked when you came in here just now?”

Tashi sits up, creating a small space between the two of you, and she turns her head to look back at you. “Um, no? I didn’t even think about that, honestly. You know how busy I’ve been this week.” You nod, acknowledging the week she’s had and how tiring it’s been for her. “I know, babe, I know. I just find it a bit funny, is all.” 

You pull on her hair tie, making sure to be gentle while letting her curls free from the ponytail they were just in. She turns her head to face forward again, and lets you run your hands through them before separating her hair into three equal parts to braid it. It’s no shock to you that Tashi enjoys the feeling, and the fact that you’re always so careful and tender makes it even better.

“Wanna hear what happened to me yesterday?” You figure that talking about something that happened to you could maybe make her feel less stressed and get her mind off her weariness for a little bit. She lets out an “Mhm,” and you start to tell her your story as you bring each section of hair over one another to make the braid. “Alright, so I had to stay after class yesterday to talk to my professor, and she asked me like, the funniest and stupidest question. And it was the old one, y’know, for my writing class.” Now she’s more intrigued, because what kind of question could your professor ask you that’s funny and stupid? She knows who you’re talking about, though, and she has a little bit of a suspicion. “What’d she ask you?”

You laughed and continued to braid her hair. “Remember how she saw us kiss last week?” “Yeah,” she says and you carry on with your story. “Well, she first told me that she really liked my last paper, and then asked me if you were my ‘best friend!’” 

You think back to that moment, and you remember how you couldn’t contain your laughter. You literally laughed in your professor’s face after she asked you that. Maybe it was a little rude, but you weren’t expecting her to ask you something about your personal life, nor were you expecting her to totally deny the fact that you’re dating Tashi. 

“Uhm… no, Dr. Clark, she’s not my best friend. She’s my girlfriend, actually.” You told her after your laughter ceased. “Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to offend. So you and Tashi, you’re… girlfriends?” She sounded a bit confused, and you could tell that she hadn’t actually had ill intentions. “Yes, ma’am, we are. Actual girlfriends, not just ‘best friends’ or ‘girls who are friends.’” A look of realization dawned on her face, and she apologized again. “I see. Well, I do apologize, again. Truly, I didn’t mean to be rude. I hope you can forgive my ignorance.” And you did. It was a misunderstanding, and you knew that you shouldn’t hold a grudge against her for growing up in a different time period when she didn’t have control over it. 

“Are you being serious? She asked if we’re best friends?” Tashi’s voice is even, but you get the feeling that it’s teetering on upset. “I mean, yeah, she did ask that, but obviously I told her you’re my girlfriend. Like, my actual girlfriend. And besides, she was just a little confused. You know she’s all old and… senile, I guess. She didn’t actually mean any harm; I cleared up any confusion she had.” You had to make sure Tashi knew that, or else she’d want to have a word with your professor. “But she basically ignored the fact that we’re dating,” she starts, but you quickly stop her. 

“Look, I get how it sounds, but it’s not like that, okay? She really just didn’t understand, and I helped her. It’s fine, Tash. She grew up in a way different time, it’s not her fault.” She sighed quietly and agreed, calming down to let you finish. 

“I’m proud of you, y’know. For winning today.” You say softly to her, changing the subject. You can’t see her face, but you know she’s smiling. “I do know, actually. You always remind me. But thank you.” And by the sound of her voice, she is happy and flattered.

As soon as you finished braiding her hair, you placed delicate kisses along the exposed skin of her left shoulder, leading up to her neck and the spot right under her ear that gets a small shiver out of her every time. “Come on, wanna read The Great Gatsby again?”

“Yeah, sure.” Tashi turns her head back to kiss your cheek before standing up and holding her hand out for you to take. You place your hand in hers and stand up too, grabbing the book from her shelf and reminiscing a bit when you see how beat up it is, and thinking about how many annotations there are in the margins from the numerous times you two took turns reading it individually before you’d read it together.

She’s already laying down, head propped up on a pillow. You smile at the sight, this beautiful girl before you, and the fact that she’s yours. “You look pretty comfy there, don’t ya.” You send a wink her way and you love the giggle it gets out of her. You’ll never tire of hearing it; never tire of her. 

“C’mere,” she starts, and you can’t help but oblige. After handing her the book, you climb onto the bed and cuddle up close to her, laying your head on her other pillow. “This is one of my favorites. And you can’t lie, I know it’s one of yours, too.” She laughs a bit, before saying “Well I wasn’t going to say anything to refute that.” 

“Sure you weren’t. I know how stubborn you are, Tashi. You like to argue just for the sake of arguing.” Now she’s rolling her eyes, which is very Tashi of her. “How about you just shut up and read the book already. Please?” She lifts her head up and you see the pout forming. She then peppers kisses all over your face, trying to butter you up. You, being the weak woman you are, can’t stop yourself from giving in and starting the first chapter. 

“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ‘Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.’”

As you continue reading through the chapter, with Tashi’s head resting on your shoulder and her body pressed up against yours under the covers, you can’t help but think about everything that’s led to this moment. Even something so small, like re-reading one of your shared favorite books, is meaningful and special.

Tashi feels the same way, even though she won’t admit it. Not yet, anyway. And she’s always known that she belongs on the tennis court. It’s ingrained in her, practically since the day she departed from her mother’s womb. But in her heart, she also knows that she belongs with you. Nothing and no one can ever change that.

[sabrinasopposite]

✧˖° chaos;

red kryp!clark kent x scarlet witch!reader - imagine

summary: Influenced by the red kryptonite, Clark Kent is on the verge of not only losing control but also his loved ones. The only person who could save him was also the one who had to face the consequences.

It's a moment of chaos where Clark is on the brink of attacking his friends—if not for Y/N stepping in. angst - anger - happy ending :)

ps: the reader has the abilities of the scarlet witch.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:* ☆・.:*・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:*・°

Clark stared at his friends with red-tinted eyes, which sometimes glowed when his alter ego took control, affecting not only his mind but also his emotions. People often associate colors with feelings, and one thing Chloe and Pete knew for sure was that Clark's reddish anger was simmering just beneath the surface.

They had rarely seen him so mad. One time, when Chloe was hurt by a guy, Clark was so furious that he stared at the guy for just a few seconds, and the guy ran away in fear. It’s hard to imagine anger on Clark’s typically golden face—you’d think this was someone who didn’t experience anger at all, given his heart of gold. Yet, even the people closest to him could sometimes glimpse the darker emotions within.

"Clark, listen—you need to take the ring off," Chloe urged, her voice shaky as she hid behind Pete, who stood protectively in front of her. They both backed away slowly from Clark, who smirked and approached them, each step he took radiating more danger.

"Oh, that? I don’t think I will," Clark replied with a smug grin, until his madness wiped the smile from his face. His eyes flared with heat vision, and a fiery beam shot up at the ceiling, causing it to collapse. Chloe and Pete quickly moved, trying to escape the disaster, but a force field surrounded them.

Y/N appeared in front of her friends, her hands raised, glowing with a reddish energy sphere as she grunted with effort. She tossed the falling debris aside, then turned to Chloe and Pete.

"Y/N!! He’s—," Pete started.

"I know, Pete. You need to go, now!" she interrupted, placing a reassuring hand on their shoulders. They nodded and hurried away.

Clark's smirk returned as he addressed her. "Well, well, who do we have here? Mrs. 'I wanna save the world'? You better back off, because that title belongs to me." He chuckled darkly.

Y/N turned her head to face Clark, letting out a sigh. "I know this isn’t the real you, Clark."

"Oh, but it is. You just can’t handle the fact that I have more power than you," he taunted.

"That’s never been a concern of mine. The only thing that concerns me is that you were ready to kill your own friends!" Y/N shouted, her voice filled with anger and pain. She knew Clark was under the influence of the red kryptonite, but the sight of him almost killing their friends had shaken her deeply.

"It wasn’t that bad," Clark scoffed, tilting his head as Y/N slowly formed a reddish energy sphere in her hand. She stood bravely before him, but deep down, fear gnawed at her. She loved him, and she knew that, somewhere beneath this twisted exterior, he loved her too. She couldn’t bring herself to fight or hurt him—not when it was Clark.

"So, it wouldn’t matter if it were your parents?" she asked, trying to reach him.

"They aren’t my parents, Y/N," he spat out, his voice dripping with venom. The words shocked her. Her eyes widened, and pain surged through her heart. He would never say that. Never.

Clark had always been grateful for Martha and Jonathan, for the life they had given him—a life he might never have had otherwise.

"Take off that ring. Now," Y/N shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and anger. But Clark just laughed.

"Then you’ll have to kill me to do that," he replied, his laughter echoing through the room.

Y/N’s eyes hardened with resolve, but before she could react, she felt a crushing blow to her back. She flew across the room, slamming into the wall as Clark laughed behind her. He had used his super speed.

"Oh, wait! You can’t even do that—you're weaker," Clark taunted, his words a cruel reminder of the imbalance between them. Y/N gasped for air as Clark approached, but something inside her snapped. She raised both hands and unleashed twin blasts of reddish energy at him, sending him collapsing to the ground. She might not be as strong as Clark, but they both knew that her energy field was somehow his weakness.

Determined, she walked toward him, launching larger blasts of energy. Clark, now on his knees, struggled to resist, shielding himself with one arm. Through the blinding light, all he could see were her glowing, red eyes. She remained silent, and for a fleeting moment, something in Clark felt fear. But that fear only fueled his rage.

With a sudden burst of speed, he dodged her energy attacks and appeared beside her, landing a powerful punch to her head. The force sent Y/N flying out of the room and crashing into the next one.

Y/N groaned, pushing herself up from the debris. Her vision blurred for a moment, but she forced herself to focus, adrenaline rushing through her veins. Clark was already speeding toward her again, his eyes glowing with the heat vision he was preparing to unleash.

Y/N reacted quickly, throwing up a force field that absorbed the fiery blast, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Clark skidded to a halt, his expression darkening as he realized she wasn’t going down so easily.

"You can't win this, Y/N," he growled. „Well i’m not here to win, I am here to wake u up Clark," she snapped back, her hands glowing with energy. 

In an instant, Clark lunged at her with superhuman speed, but Y/N was ready. She spun on her heel, raising a hand, and sent a wave of energy that rippled through the air. The blast hit Clark square in the chest, hurling him into a nearby wall with a deafening crash. The room shook from the impact, but Clark recovered almost instantly, leaping back onto his feet.

Y/N didn't give him time to counter. She flew forward, propelling herself through the air with the force of her energy blasts, and launched a barrage of glowing orbs at him. Each one struck with a concussive force, but Clark dodged and weaved between them with his superspeed, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. 

He grabbed her by the wrist, twisting her arm and slamming her into the ground. Y/N gasped in pain, but she quickly retaliated, sending a pulse of energy through his grip, causing him to release her. She flipped back to her feet, her breathing ragged but her determination unwavering.

Clark's eyes burned with fury as he charged again, his fists aiming straight for her. Y/N dodged and ducked under his blows, using her agility to avoid his attacks while striking back with her energy-infused punches. One hit landed squarely on his jaw, staggering him for a split second. But Clark recovered faster than she could react, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her off the ground.

"You’re getting on my last nerve, Y/L/N" he hissed, tightening his grip.

Y/N struggled, feeling the strength draining from her as Clark's power overwhelmed her. Desperately, she raised a hand, summoning all the energy she could muster. A blinding red sphere formed in her palm, and with a roar of defiance, she slammed it into Clark's chest. The force of the blast sent him flying across the room, crashing through several walls.

Panting heavily, Y/N stumbled backward, her vision flickering with exhaustion. She knew this fight was taking everything she had, but she couldn't give up. Not now.

But Clark wasn’t done. He emerged from the rubble, more furious than ever. In the blink of an eye, he sped toward her again, this time grabbing a shard of sharp metal debris from the broken walls. Before Y/N could react, Clark drove the shard into her side.

A sharp, searing pain ripped through her body as she collapsed to the ground, gasping in agony. Blood seeped from the wound, and she clutched at it, trying to hold herself together. Clark stood over her, breathing heavily, his face twisted in anger and madness.

"It’s over," he said coldly.

Y/N’s vision blurred as the pain overwhelmed her senses, but deep inside, she still had one last move. Summoning the last of her strength, she reached deep within herself, tapping into her reality-warping power. Her hands glowed faintly, and through her pain, she whispered, „surprise."

In an instant, the world around them shimmered, and suddenly, Clark staggered, his eyes wide in shock. Glowing green rocks appeared on the floor in front of him—green kryptonite. The one thing that could weaken him.

Clark fell to his knees, clutching his chest as the kryptonite drained his strength. He gasped, his body shaking with pain as he tried to crawl away, but the damage had already been done. 

Y/N, still lying on the ground, her breath shallow, watched him with pain-filled eyes. "You may be stronger, Clark," she whispered, "but I know how to stop you."

Clark's strength continued to fade, the kryptonite draining the last of his power, leaving him utterly helpless. Y/N watched him, his once invincible figure now writhing in undeniable pain. Her heart clenched at the sight.

Despite the stabbing pain in her side, she forced herself to move, each breath agonizing as she crawled closer. Every inch felt like a mile, but she couldn’t leave him like this. Clark’s voice, faint and broken, reached her ears. At first, she thought it might be her imagination, or perhaps the delirium of her own nearing unconsciousness. But no… it was real.

“Help me, Y/N...” His voice was weak, almost a whisper, pleading.

Her trembling hand reached out, barely brushing against his. With the last of her strength, she summoned her power, the reddish glow returning faintly to her fingertips.

With a flick of her hand, she willed the red kryptonite to shatter. The world around them rippled, and the dark haze that clouded Clark’s mind vanished as her energy absorbed the malevolent force. The room began to return to its normal state, the reality she had warped fading away. But with each passing moment, Y/N could feel the toll it took on her body. Her power was draining her faster than she could recover.

She collapsed forward, her weakened body falling onto Clark’s chest. Her breathing was shallow, her strength nearly gone, but she had done it. The red kryptonite was destroyed, and Clark was free.

Both of them lay there, broken and battered. The chaos around them had subsided, but the silence that filled the room carried the weight of everything they had just survived. Y/N closed her eyes, her hand still resting on Clark’s, feeling the faint rise and fall of his chest beneath her.

He was safe, and for now, that was all that mattered. Clark’s body lay still as Y/N collapsed on his chest, her breath faint against his skin. 

The haze of the red kryptonite had lifted, and with it, the fog of madness that had clouded his mind. Slowly, his strength began to return, the kryptonite on the floor no longer affecting him as Y/N's energy dissipated it. He blinked, his vision clearing, and reality crashed down on him like a tidal wave.

The first thing he saw was Y/N lying against him, pale and barely conscious, blood seeping from the wound he had inflicted. His heart sank, a cold wave of guilt tightening around his chest. His mind raced back to the moment he had stabbed her, driven by the red kryptonite, and the horror of what he'd almost done to his friends—what he had done to Y/N.

"No..." His voice trembled as he gently cradled Y/N in his arms. "Y/N...? Hey please.."

Footsteps echoed in the distance, and Clark heard the voices of his friends rushing toward the destroyed room. Chloe and Pete burst in first, their eyes wide with shock as they took in the devastation around them. Chloe’s gaze landed on Y/N in Clark’s arms, and she immediately ran over, her face pale.

“Oh my God… Y/N!” Chloe dropped to her knees beside them, her hands hovering, not knowing what to do. Pete stood frozen, his eyes filled with both fear and disbelief.

“What happened?!” Pete finally managed to ask, his voice shaking.

Clark couldn’t meet their eyes. “I… I hurt her,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I hurt all of you.”

Before he could say more, Jonathan and Martha rushed in behind them, their faces etched with panic. Martha’s eyes instantly found Clark, her son—bruised, exhausted—and the girl in his arms. “Clark…?”

Jonathan hurried forward, kneeling beside Y/N. "We need to get her to the hospital. Now."

Without hesitation, Jonathan gently took Y/N from Clark’s arms, and Pete and Chloe helped guide them through the wreckage toward the exit.

Y/N spoke with an exhausted voice, that sounded like a whisper to Jonathan. ,,Jonathan...is Clark alright..?'' He glanced at her and saw how her eyes closed and her face soften.

Clark stood frozen for a moment, watching as his father carried her out, her limp body barely moving. The guilt clawed at him with every breath.

Hours passed in a blur of white lights and distant murmurs. Clark sat in the waiting room, his head in his hands, Martha sitting beside him, her hand resting gently on his back. He hadn’t spoken much since they arrived. The weight of what had happened bore down on him, making it hard to breathe.

He couldn’t stop replaying the events over and over in his head—the madness, the rage, and how close he came to losing control completely.

Jonathan entered the waiting room, his face grim but relieved. “She’s stable,” he said quietly. “The doctors are treating her wound. She’s going to need time to heal, but she’ll be okay.”

Clark let out a shaky breath, a mixture of relief and shame washing over him. "I could have killed her, Dad," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jonathan exchanged a glance with Martha before sitting down in front of Clark. "Son, what happened?"

Clark raised his eyes, guilt written in every line of his face. “I wasn’t myself. The red kryptonite—it took control. I couldn’t stop it... I—" His voice broke. "I stabbed her. I almost killed her. I… I would’ve hurt Chloe and Pete, too.”

Martha moved closer, wrapping her arms around him. "Clark, that wasn’t you. The red kryptonite twists your mind. You’re not in control when it takes over.“ "But I let it happen!" Clark snapped, his fists clenching. "I let it change me, and I didn’t fight it. I hurt Y/N. I almost lost her because of me."

Jonathan sighed deeply. “I understand why you feel that way, Clark. But blaming yourself won’t change what happened. What matters now is making sure this never happens again.”

Clark looked up at his father, his eyes filled with remorse. “How do I live with this? How do I face her, knowing I did this?”

Jonathan placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “You face it by being there for her. By making amends and doing everything you can to help her heal. And you remember that she saved you, even after everything that happened. That means she still believes in you.”

Martha gently stroked Clark’s hair, her voice soft but steady. "You’ve always had such a good heart, Clark. That’s who you are. Not the person you became under that ring. Y/N knows that. We know that."

Tears welled up in Clark’s eyes, but he quickly wiped them away, trying to hold himself together. He nodded slowly, though the guilt still weighed heavily on him. “I don’t know how to fix this.”

Jonathan looked at him with a calm but serious expression. “You start by being the person she knows you are. The person we all know you are.”

Clark sat in silence, his mind racing. He knew his parents were right, but the wound inside him was deep. He hadn’t just hurt Y/N physically—he had nearly betrayed everything he stood for, everything he believed in. Yet, as his father had said, Y/N had saved him. Even after all the pain he caused, she had used the last of her strength to free him from the red kryptonite’s hold.

Taking a deep breath, Clark stood up. “I need to see her.”

Jonathan and Martha exchanged a glance but nodded, understanding.

Clark walked slowly into Y/N’s hospital room, the soft beep of monitors filling the quiet space. She lay on the bed, still pale but breathing steadily. He hesitated by the door, afraid to come closer, afraid of the shame that came with seeing her like this—because of him.

But as he stepped closer, Y/N stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She saw him and managed a faint smile, despite the pain. “Clark…”

He moved to her side, kneeling beside the bed, his eyes full of guilt. "I’m so sorry, Y/N. I—"

Y/N reached out weakly and placed her hand over his. "Clark… I know. I know it wasn’t you. It’s okay."

Clark shook his head, tears stinging his eyes. "No, it’s not okay. I could’ve lost you. I almost did… and I’ll never forgive myself for that."

Her fingers squeezed his hand gently. “But you didn’t. I’m still here. And so are you. You won't get rid of me that easily”

Clark lowered his head, his chest tightening. “I’ll never let anything like that happen again. I promise you.”

Y/N smiled, a tired but genuine expression, as she squeezed his hand again. “I believe you…and I have an idea what you can do for me’’

Clark smiled with small tears in his eyes ,,whatever you wish, please tell me’’ 

,,you own me a dance’’ Y/N smiles weakly.

,,the dance from prom?’’ Clark chuckled.

,,yeah that dance’’ She leans closer to her pillow and smiles.

,,i would love to dance with you’’ He takes her hand and kiss it softly.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:* ☆・.:*・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:*・°

LMAOOO that was intense and kind of staffed with action? if you made it till the end than damn thats crazy! next chapter of ,,emails I can't send'' will be out soon :)

xxx nellie

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

You Didn't Save me (I begged You Not To)

Lex Luthor is not a good man.

He is a literal supervillain, he's also more than aware of the consent issues of what he did when he created Connor.

Yet he is surprised by how furious Superman is making him.

Not that he isn't always angry with Superman but before it wasn't quite so personal.

It was a bigger issue what Superman stood for what he was but right now he's not picking the fight with Superman but with Clark Kent.

He has spent as much time as possible studying everything about kryptonian's from their weakness to their language.

Essentially, Superman should keep better track of his belongings.

Kon-El means abomination.

Lionel Luthor was never a kind man he knows exactly why he is who he is today. He still has slight scars from his fathers belt. Cruel words that years after his father's death, will still haunt his memories.

When he was younger he was friends with Bruce Wayne before being a Villain was his priority.

He remembers hiding at Wayne Manor a feeling of safety he had never felt before.

He's also more than aware that his old friend is running around as a Bat.

Bruce Wayne even as a child always stood for hope was always ready to change the world to stand for something better.

That's is why years later Lex Luthor is knocking on a door that he's not hundred percent sure he won't be turned away from.

Yet Kon-El means abomination.

"Mr. Luthor I was unaware Master Bruce was expecting you?"

Alfred looks older than Lex remembers for some reason the man always seemed above aging untouchable even by time.

"He's not, I need to speak with him please it's urgent."

He is a Luthor begging is below him, but right now he feels fourteen again, with the belief that the people within Wayne Manor can fix anything.

"Of course. Master Bruce is in his study, I will lead you please follow me Mr. Luthor."

He doesn't bring up how he knows the way. That he once ran chasing after Bruce hiding in that very study. That they had broken a vase playing like little boys did. He doesn't bring up crying, terrified that Alfred had promised him no harm should come to him in these halls.

He doesn't correct how he used to be Master Lex. He lost that privilege long ago.

It's been a very long time since he has laid eyes on Bruce Wayne he's seen the tabloids, even a passing glance at a gala but for some reason he didn't picture slight gray hair, a dark black suit, he imagined a Gotham Academy Uniform or a Nirvana Shirt that Lex always wanted to steel but never quite worked up the courage.

He doesn't even hear Alfred's depart he can't tear his eyes away from Bruce.

His throat is dry like all the moisture has somehow left since he walked through the doors.

He is Lex Luthor but right now he doesn't remember what that means.

"Kon-El means abomination did you know that?"

His voice weak. Bruce's face doesn't change, blank.

" I am not my Father. I don't know what to do but I refuse for my child to think he isn't loved by at least one of his parents."

He breathes.

"All those year ago, you told me that you would help that all I had to do was ask, I was an idiot, it's too late for me but not for him."

Bruce's voice startles him he hasn't realized how deep in his own mind he had sank.

"All you had to do was ask."

Bruce's face painted in the same smirk as if they were eighteen again smoking on the manors roof.

Lex Luthor is not a good person, but for Connor Luthor he will try he will rebuild bridges, bend his pride he will beg on his knees.

He never understood how a parent should be or what it really meant to wake up everyday and have your whole being dedicated to loving and protecting something.

As he watches the rise and fall of his child's chest wrapped in the arms of the third Robin safe in his penthouse behind security straight from Wayne Enterprises and he doesn't regret it.

He know's he would do it all over again and when next Sunday comes and he gets a invite to brunch that he never throught he would see again he knows it was all for the better.

[nightwngz]

𝓢𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 ୨ ໋ ˳ ⊹ eng. . . !

superman, wonder woman and batman x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut drabble, gang bang, some sexual degradation, masturbation, oral sex, p in v. Diana!bisexual.

COPYRIGHT: No copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

LANGUAGE: English is not my first language and I am still studying to master it. It makes me insecure to write by myself in another language, so I used the translator. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. The original version is here.

There was always something strange and unlikely about these three from the moment you met them.

They were all hiding secrets. According to you, hiding secrets was one of the most common parts of human nature. You were not interested in knowing what they were all hiding, but your curious mind was obsessed with knowing what the holy trinity of the Justice League was hiding beneath their sleek and sophisticated veneer of heroes; what no one would dare doubt or question.

The price of your curiosity was more costly than you could have ever imagined, a debt that would have to be repaid. Now you were part of this madness, and no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't escape.

The good news was that you didn't want to.

You knew that the moment you felt the three of them completely, you were content to belong.

It was just hard to think of anything else when you found yourself tied to a chair, completely naked and unable to move while three pairs of blue eyes analyzed you.

The beautiful princess of Themyscira had no shame in digging into your sweet crotch. Her fingers slid across your sodden vaginal lips with a sound so vulgarly obscene that it caused you to inadvertently stir in your chair.

You looked intently at the two male figures as you tried to get as close to Diana as your body would allow so you could kiss her and feel her fingers go deeper inside you.

But before you could reach her lips, you were brutally pushed away by the man of steel, who had the clear intention of tasting your mouth first. Not that you were complaining; Clark's tongue was heavenly. It had a strange but hot connection to your lips, so it made you a mess right away. Who would have thought that Superman's ultimate power would be to soak his victims so easily?

Still, you didn't deserve them to be nice to you. On the contrary, you should be punished for insubordination. What you did was unforgivable.

In your defense, you didn't know that you were exclusive to the trio and couldn't sleep with other people. The rules weren't very clear when you met them, or when they started their no-strings-attached sex adventures.

Of course, you were not exclusive to anyone, and you planned to make that clear in the future. Right now, you were too busy cumming on Diana's fingers drilling your pussy that you didn't have enough time to think about anything else.

The adoration the Bat had for the way your pussy enveloped him so warmly brought out the most dominant and morbid part of his inner self. The sight of his cock moving in and out of your little hole at the same time your mouth was happily eating Clark's erection and your fingers were eating Diana's clit was enough to bring you to the verge of orgasm.

You gagged as the tip brushed against your uvula. You couldn't even concentrate enough because of how hard he was penetrating you. The pleasure was embracing.

— Look at our little slut. She can't even concentrate on sucking a good cock while she's being fucked. - Wayne commented. He kept going right into her sweet spot; faster and faster, more and more precise.

— She was too bad. Should we give her a prize though? She always takes us so well. - Kent continues, asking. You're beginning to control the rhythm of your mouth, although it's still a little difficult in some ways.

— Oh, Hera! - moans the princess of Themyscira. - That feels so good. - Her fingers can't resist trying to help themselves so she can come on your hand.

This is definitely the best part of the day, the one you enjoyed the most. And of course that was the guilty pleasure that came with keeping a secret. The secret the four of you shared.

[bruciemilf]

Need an AU where Bruce, after a particularly nasty fight with Dick, pays a visit to Dr. Fate,

It wasn't meant to happen. There's no such thing as a good patrol, but Dami wasn't supposed to get hurt. He wasn't supposed to hold back sobbing under Alfred's stitches.

Because kids aren't made for that. Kids aren't made for pain and agony. Kids aren't made to suffer quietly.

Dami reaches for him, face shining with sweat, and Bruce reaches back, " It's okay, Damian. You'll be fine,"

"Okay?!" Dick's anger is like a knife dragged on skin. He doesn't sound angry. Bruce works well with that. He sounds like someone whose baby brother is bleeding on their hands. Distraught and wrecked. "Nothing about this is okay. And you're going to act like this is normal?"

" Dick, now's not the time, --"

" No, little wing, it is. When I met Damian, -- I swore, that I wouldn't let Gotham break him like it broke you. That I'd never fail like Bruce failed you. Because that's what you do, isn't it? You're ruin. We're in pain, and you put us here."

And there's no real argument to be made. No rebuttal, no verbal combat. Bruce's words don't matter. The shatter in his heart doesn't matter. That flood of poisoning sadness stabbing his stomach doesn't matter.

Because Dick wasn't hateful. He wasn't angry. He was simply truthful. And it's no longer fair to pretend otherwise.

He accepts it with his head lowered and a mission in mind. He pretends every hair doesn't stiffen and his skin doesn't freeze when Damian's chokes, " Baba, don't go,"

But he knows what he has to do. And he knows Dr. Fate does, too.

"Erasing you from the chapters of time would be unwise. You are balance. It's also massively selfish, but I don't need to tell you that. Legends aren't legends by belonging to themselves. The world needs Barman,"

"But not Bruce Wayne."

Dr. Fate doesn't disagree.

"From the moment they met you. All memories. Everyone you've ever known isn't allowed to know you?''

He doesn't hesitate. Not even once, " Yes.''

"Be careful what you wish for, Wayne," But Dr. Fate glows, with brilliant white and gold, and Bruce's body quivers. God, he hates magic. "One day, it might come true."

---

Clark blinked.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

He wasn't sure why he was dizzy. He wasn't sure why he was standing in the middle of a jewelry store. "Oh, yes, I'm good. Sorry, just...I'll go now. I think I walked here by mistake."

The cashier gives him an understanding look, sending him off with a congratulations on the way.

He wast sure why she was congratulating him.

Why was he holding an engagement ring?

[wolfjackle-creates]

Hi!! I haven't been on Tumblr for a while but I used to read a fic you made out of a prompt (?) Someone else made about Danny who freaked out when he realized the Waynes are the Bats and accidentally shot Bruce(?) And if I'm not mistaken you made a part 2 of it (idr remember if it was a wip or finished) but do you have a masterlist so I can re-read it :D? So sorry if I sound weird (´⌒｀;)

It is absolutely never weird to ask an author about their works!!!! Thanks so much for sending this in.

It's been ages since I've worked on this one, but it's definitely on my short list to get back to. Especially since I'm pretty close to having it finished?

Here's chapter 1 on AO3. And the Subscription Post.

Chapter 2 is limited to Tumblr right now, only two parts currently. Part 1 can be found here.

Currently it's called Want to Hold on and Feel I Belong. However, when I do start updating on AO3 again, I plan to change the name. (I'm just waiting so people who have subscribed are more likely to remember what they're getting an email about.) Mostly I refer to it as my Bad Reveal AU. Though I get that's not a great working name as that's usually reserved for the Fenton parents reacting badly rather than Danny reacting badly.

Also, as a thanks for reminding me that it's been a while since I've posted anything about this fic (or, well, in general), have the next bit!

Here's a random 1.5k.

Previous

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Having a potential lead so close meant the hours until J’onn’s arrival were spent in prep mode.

Every uniform had to be checked for the slightest damage and upgrades done where possible. Supplies and go-bags were organized so they could leave the moment they had a lead. Fuel levels in every vehicle were checked and topped off where necessary.

And finally, the zeta tube activated and J’onn stepped out. “Good day to all of you. I heard my assistance was needed?”

Bruce went to greet him. “J’onn. Danny’s room is upstairs. Did Clark explain the situation?”

“Yes. He said that your newest ward has density shifting powers and left things behind in his walls and floor before running away a few days ago.”

Bruce nodded sharply. “Follow me. Clark will show you where the items are hidden so you can retrieve them.”

Dick happily zipped up what felt like the hundredth bag he’d had to pack and joined them. “Hey, J’onn. Welcome. How have you been?”

“Greetings, Dick. It has been a long time since our last meeting. I have been well. I want to wish you luck in finding your brother swiftly and easily.”

Dick nodded his thanks. “Same. We’re really hoping he left behind something to help because we haven’t had much luck so far.” Dick pulled out his phone and notified the family of J’onn’s arrival and requested they meet in Danny’s room.

On the way, Bruce and Dick filled J’onn in on the situation. At the implication of government experimentation, he face went hard and he vowed he would help them however he could.

Clark, Jason, and Alfred were already there when the group arrived and the rest weren’t far behind. With everyone present, the room felt crowded.

“Where should I start?” J’onn asked Clark.

“Behind the NASA poster. I think that’s where he keeps the weapons. One of them is an object that looks like it might be the same as, or at least similar to, the weapon that shot Bruce.”

Under Clark’s direction, J’onn removed not just two more energy guns, but also a glowing-green net, a boomerang, a tube of lipstick, what looked like a weird, high-tech thermos, and a wooden baseball bat with a sticker that said “Fenton” on it.

Dick couldn’t help but whistle at the pile. “Damn, he was packing all this?”

“Apparently,” said Damian. But Dick could tell his youngest brother was impressed and mentally reassessing his beliefs of Danny. “Perhaps he is not as helpless as I previously believed.”

“Why’s he got lipstick?” asked Steph as she picked up the tube.

“Don’t!” ordered Bruce even as she opened it and released a laser beam that left a small scorch mark on the ceiling.

She stared in shock before laughing. “Oh, damn! When he comes back, I’m so asking if he could get me one of these. That’s so cool!”

“Can I see that?” asked Barbara.

“Wait until we’re in the cave,” said Bruce with a sigh. Both women grinned at him.

Dick reached down and grabbed the net. Despite the color, it seemed normal enough, maybe a little smoother than most rope he’d handled. He pulled out a pocket knife and was able to slice through one of the ropes easily enough. Jason came over to look at it with him.

“Anything weird about it?” he asked as he reached out to touch it. “Huh, that’s odd.”

“What’s odd about it? Seems pretty normal to me.”

“It just… It feels weird. It almost hurts to touch.” When Dick looked at him sharply, Jason quickly added, “It doesn’t hurt, but it feels like it should. If that makes sense.”

“Feels normal to me.” Dick showed him the break he’d made.

Jason shrugged. “Dunno, then. I just get a weird feeling from it.”

Damian picked up the energy gun, Tim the thermos, and Duke the boomerang when Alfred cleared his throat.

“Before we get distracted, might I remind you that there is more to find? We can bring everything down to the cave to examine them with no more damage to Master Danny’s room.”

Everyone sheepishly put down the things they were holding. Dick bit back a laugh when he noticed Clark push the baseball bat away from himself with his foot.

“So, J’onn,” Clark said. “I think the next area of interest is behind this poster.” He gestured at a poster of the horsehead nebula. Dick had helped Danny find it and hang it up and the kid had talked about nebulae for over an hour as they did. The memory caused his eyes to burn.

From this stash, J’onn pulled some notebooks and two external hard drives, which Barbara took. Dick and Bruce both grabbed a notebook. Dick opened his to the first page.

Journaling is such a stupid idea. I don’t have any time for it but Jazz says I need to get my feelings out. Pointless. So what if I can’t sleep and Skulker attacked me again today during English getting me another detention. Its not my fault! Shit, haven’t done that essay for Lancer. If I miss any more assignments he’s gonna fail me for real.

Everyone knew Danny had been failing before he’d been brought to them, but he’d refused to discuss why. Once he was in school in Gotham, he’d gotten straight A’s. Even if he did ask for the occasional help in English from Jason.

But this raised so many questions. Who was Skulker and why were they attacking Dick’s little brother during English class. He flipped through the pages. Interspersed between journal entries were drawings of schematics. Dick thought he recognized some of the designs as the weapons they’d uncovered.

His eyes caught on an entry that started with a string of curses.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. My parents saw Dani today. In ghost form. They actually managed to hit her. Only her second visit and I couldn’t keep her safe. Some big brother dad cousin whatever I am. I did get her to the Far Frozen. Frostbite fixed her up. Taught me what to do if it happens again, too. And gave me the medicines and supplies to do it. I’m so glad I have friends in the Zone now. It makes it so much easier. I can’t get the image of Dani’s blood staining my hands out of my mind. Going to Tuck’s tonight. I can’t be around my parents right now.

Stomach dropping, he flipped a few more pages until he found one with a photo. It was a grinning Danny with white hair and wearing a jumpsuit standing on a curved balcony. Behind him, spire buildings rose into the air, many rounded in a way not often found on Earth.

Clockwork took me to Mars today! Holy shit it is so cool. Just, everything. We went back to when they were thriving and I had to stop an invasion. But that’s not important. Everyone here can go intangible despite being alive. Some of their buildings don’t even have doors because they’d be pointless! And the plants and animals are all so different, too. Clockwork helped me find some books on Martian history and biology and evolution. He’s also gonna show me where the Martians exist in the Zone so I can learn their language. Maybe one day I can go to Krypton or Tamaran as well?

Dick stared back at the picture. It did have that distinctive feel of wrong that extraterrestrial landscapes always had. He swallowed. “Uh, J’onn?”

“Yes, Dick?”

“Um, Danny. This is his journal. He said he went to Mars. Before… Just, before. He’s got a picture. Is this real?” He handed the photo to J’onn who hesitated a moment before taking it.

J’onn froze as he stared at the simple image. “I… Yes. This is my home. How…?”

Dick shrugged and wished he had an answer for the last of the Martians. “Someone called Clockwork brought him there apparently. To stop some sort of invasion? He didn’t discuss that much. He was too interested in the planet and people to talk about what he did. He was hoping to visit Krypton and Tamaran, too. Also said something about Martians existing somewhere he called the Zone. He wanted to meet them to learn the language.”

The look on J’onn’s face at the mention of other Martians existing somewhere was heartbreaking. Maybe Dick shouldn’t have said anything? When Danny came home, would he maybe want to talk to J’onn about Mars?

With clear reluctance, J’onn handed the picture back. “This is your brother in the photo?”

“Yeah. I mean, Danny usually has black hair and blue eyes, but that’s him. Do you recognize him?”

J’onn nodded. “Of course. He is the Omen. His coming foretells death and destruction which he will then try to avert. I know what invasion he is speaking of, it is, was, taught in our history books. He saved all of Mars that day. We thought him a god.”

Dick’s mouth fell open. His little brother? A god?

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Jan behind the cut; mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees. ( + non-chrono link for mobile users )

The hour goes pretty quick, either way, and Kon mostly keeps the kids distracted, and even a little bit entertained. He’s a performer at heart anyway, so he figures it’s his responsibility. 

If it's not, he's gonna make it his responsibility, at least for the next hour. 

A lot of people clear out of the camp in that hour in erratic fits and spurts, with alternate versions of their families or friends or just themselves, and Kon feels a little better about the idea of clearing out himself. He'll keep an ear on the camp until it's all cleared out, for sure, but at least he thinks it should be okay to leave it. 

Jon needs–somebody, yeah, before something happens. Something always happens, when you're wearing the “S”. 

Or you just find something that you have to happen to. Like, ethically speaking or whatever.

Kon figures he can keep an eye on Jon until either they all get home or this reality's Superman notices he's got an extra kid around. Assuming he's got a Jon here to recognize the heartbeat of, anyway. He probably does, if Kon's around and recognizable in the tabloids. Like, the timeline should be to that point, is all. And obviously Lois is gonna be a thing, so–yeah, he's gotta have a Jon by now. Maybe actually an older one than this one, come to think, but it's not like Clark wouldn't recognize his heartbeat anyway. Perfect recall and all, and he's had Jon's heartbeat memorized all his life. 

Kon's pretty sure Clark still doesn't know his, but . . . 

Never mind. Not important. Stupid thing to think about. 

To care about. 

Kon swallows. Keeps grinning for the kids, keeps coming up with new games for them to play, and waves goodbye to each one who gets collected by an aid worker and taken to whoever’s come to take care of them. 

He wonders, again, if Ma and Pa would've come for him, if . . . 

Stupid. Really, really stupid. 

He wouldn't bother them with something that stupid anyway. He's a superhero. And he can take care of himself. He always has, hasn't he? 

He'll take care of himself here too, even if . . . 

Even if . . . 

Kon tries not to think about . . . Kara. About Karen. Or “Paige”, or whatever she's going by now. 

If she's still alive to be going by it, anyway. 

If he isn't currently following in her footsteps, and won't ever see his reality again. Or her. Or . . . anyone he knows. 

People who look like them, sure. People who came from the same concept of a person as them. 

But not his own versions of them. 

Not the versions who he belongs to. 

He doesn't know what he'll do, if he can't get home this time. 

He doesn’t . . . 

He feels Rita approaching with his TTK–recognizes the shape of her body and the cut of her hair and the specific chip in the corner of her clipboard–and glances towards her, and is mildly surprised by who she’s with. It’s someone he definitely recognizes, but it’s not anyone he expected. At least not here and now, anyway. 

“Your ride’s here, sir!” Rita says, looking as relieved as every aid worker who’s come up with a local host for somebody. Well–understandably, he figures. 

“Hey, Rita. Hey, Alfie! No rest for the wicked, or just too many cooks in the kitchen again?” Kon greets with a grin, which is the easiest code phrase to use here that Tim gave him to start off with if he ever ran into an interdimensional Bat and the local Tim’s obviously gotta be the one who sent him, and Jon grabs onto his sleeve and blurts: “It’s dark this morning!” 

Okay, Kon doesn’t recognize that one, but it’s definitely a Bat-phrase too. Jon was not particularly smooth about making it smooth, for one thing. 

Alfred–impeccable as always in the full buttling uniform that Kon has maybe only seen him out of twice, and both of those times were blood-drenched emergency situations–smiles at them both without visibly reacting past that, though Kon hears his heartbeat spike in recognition. Since he was presumably expecting to see the pair of them, or at least him, Kon can only assume that’s code-phrase-related.

“Hello, Master Bruce,” Alfred says, smooth and pleasant, and Kon . . . blinks. “Please allow me to escort you and your young charge to the manor.” 

Wait.

What? 

“Uh,” Kon says slowly. “O . . . kay? Uh–thanks, Alfie.” 

“Of course, sir,” Alfred says, and his pleasant smile turns just a little less polite and a little more sincere. “Interdimensionally displaced or not, we’d hate to leave you out in the cold. No matter what time of night it is.” 

Well, “out in the cold” is what Tim told him to look for in response to “no rest for the wicked”, and he’s betting the “time of night” comment is meant for Jon from the way the kid perked up at hearing it, so . . . yeah, alright then. This is apparently just what’s happening now.