#ftf: 010

[corimmy]

And I'm speechless, starin' at you, standin' there, in that dress. || Zammy

WHO: @zachwilde, @corimmy

WHERE: Immy's house

WHEN: The 14th of November

WHY: Immy comes home with a present for Zach, and they have some big talks with Malea

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence.

Immy CortesImmy couldn't even express how proud she was of Zach for the news about his show. It was obvious to anyone who had seen it that it deserved to be made into a show and then some, but she beamed with pride whenever she thought about it, and thought about them. Her partner, her person, her love, and he was so incredible. She'd stopped on her way home from work to buy them a gift, though she didn't know how they'd feel about it. They'd discussed on Halloween how Zach wanted a little black dress, and Immy figured they'd want to pick one out for themselves, but as she drove by a little boutique, she couldn't quite stop herself, deciding that if they wanted to pick out their own, they could have two. 

Walking in through the front door, she gave Malea a kiss, then Han a scratch on the head, before taking Zach's hand, "Come with me," She whispered, placing a kiss on their lips as well, before tugging them towards the bedroom. "I have something for you." She said, holding the wrapped box out to them once they were alone. She'd had the lady at the store wrap it in the prettiest gold wrapping paper she'd ever seen, with a giant, and intricate, hand tied bow in light pink ribbon around it. "If you don't like it, that's okay. I just saw it and I couldn't resist and I just wanted to get you something to celebrate you and how amazing you are and your amazing news. And I just-" She cut herself off, kissing him again, "I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you, of your work, and of who you are, and I just hope you know that."

zach wildeZach was thrilled when Immy pulled him into their bedroom, and even more so when she held out a present for him. The wrapping was done beautifully, and he grinned as he took it from her. He was about to ask what he'd done to deserve a present, but then she started talking. Love bloomed in his chest, and he couldn't help the fact that he already felt like crying. Whatever the present may be, he knew he would be crying soon. "Baby.." he smiled, immediately setting it on the bed so he could carefully open it, not wanting to mess up the wrapping at all. 

When they finally opened it, they found a black dress inside. Zach gasped, and immediately held it up to look at it. Tears filled their eyes, and they just held it against their chest for a moment. They'd wanted a dress for awhile now, but had just been too afraid to buy one. They also had this fear that Immy wouldn't want to see him in a dress - which was ridiculous but an anxiety of theirs nonetheless. "I don't know what to say," Zach breathed out, laughing happily as tears fell down their cheeks. They wrapped their arms around Immy, holding her close and then kissing her several times. "God, I love you. You're fucking perfect, you know that? I don't deserve you, or this. This is so thoughtful, Im.." They couldn't help their smile as they lifted it up again. "Should I try it on?"

Immy CortesShe watched him, her hand on her face to try to contain her smile. She stepped closer, letting them pull her in before wiping their tears away. “You deserve the world, baby. You deserve everything you’ve ever wanted, and all of the things that you haven’t even thought to want yet. When I said that I’m so proud of you, I mean it. I am so proud of everything single piece of who are, and I am so proud that I get to call you mine, and that you trust me enough to tell me things like how you’ve always wanted a dress.” She sat on the bed in front of them, “I am so in awe of you, or who are you, despite everything. I love you so much.” 

She nodded when they asked if they should try it on, “Yeah, I mean I’d be a little offended if you didn’t. But if you don’t like the style or anything, that’s okay! I wasn’t really sure what your style is and I figured if you didn’t like this one we could return it and go together so you can pick out one that you do like. “

zach wildeZach immediately started taking off his clothes, ready to try on the dress already. He couldn't stop grinning as he slipped into the dress, already feeling a sense of euphoria that he couldn't quite explain. It felt good. He let out an excited laugh, but felt somewhat nervous to turn towards Immy to show her. Zach turned slowly anyway, blush hot on his cheeks. "How do I look?" He asked quietly, hoping that even though she had bought this for him, that she would like how he looked in it. 

They walked over towards the mirror to look at themselves, and they were taken aback. Their muscles stood out against the dress, and it really made their arms look big. The thing was, though, looking the way they did in a dress was exactly what made them feel euphoric. "Holy shit, I'm hot, aren't I?"

Immy CortesImmy stayed quiet as Zach changed into the dress, wanting to see their reaction before giving her own, she didn’t want to influence the way they felt in anyway. It was hard to keep her reaction neutral when they asked how they looked, but as Zach walked to the mirror, Immy couldn’t help her own tears from escaping her. 

Coming up behind them, she reached out for Zach’s hand, not wanting to invade the image in the mirror so he could fully enjoy it but just so he knew she was there. “You look incredible,” she finally said, wiping her tears away with her free hand. “And you look happy, and definitely hot.” Finally she stepped closer, one hand cupping their cheek as she kissed them. “I’m so in love with you.”

zach wildeZach felt a range of emotions, but the one that he was most focused on was how much he loved Immy. It was such an incredible thing to be loved by her - she saw him, and not many people had. Thinking back to his past relationships, none of them had ever held a candle to this. He was sure that no one had ever loved him like this, and he felt like the luckiest man alive because of it. There were more tears falling, and when she kissed him, he completely leaned into it. Zach smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist to bring her as close as possible. 

"Halloween felt good, but this is... different. This is more me. I don't know if I'll be confident enough to wear this out of the house yet, but... Fuck, babe. I love you so much. Do you know what this means to me?" They asked her, tears filling their eyes once again. Zach turned towards the mirror, Immy standing next to them now. It felt empowering to see them standing there together like that, and they couldn't help the grin on their face. "This is the happiest I've felt in a really long time, I hope you know that."

Immy CortesImmy just let Zach talk, she didn’t want to interrupt, just wanted them to process their emotions. She’d never been in a position like this to know how they were feeling, but she wanted to be as supportive as possible. Immy gave them one more kiss before moving towards the closet, “A dress like that needs accessories,” she said, opening her jewelry box and pulling out a few different necklaces for Zach to choose from. “I don’t think I have any rings or bracelets that will fit you, but we can always buy some.” She said before stepping further into the closet and coming back with a sheer black shawl the go over his shoulders. 

Stepping back into the view of the mirror she held the necklaces up, choosing one with a longer chain, and a pendant with white and black diamonds that would land a couple inches above the neckline of the dress. She walked behind them, clasping the necklace on, and then wrapping the shawl around his arms just below his shoulders. “We’ll have to get you some shoes, too.” Immy stood on her toes so she could place a kiss against their bare shoulder. “You like this dress was made for you, baby. And if you don’t want to wear it out of the house yet, or ever, that’s okay. And if you do want to wear it out of the house, then I’ll be so proud to stand next to you while you do.” She hoped she was assuring them that they had nothing to be ashamed of, if Aaron’s voice was running through head right now that he was dead wrong. “Should we show Malea?” She asked, biting her lip, “Or are you not ready for that yet? It’s totally up to you, baby.”

zach wildeZach had never had a safe space like Immy. Sure, she was a person, but she was his safe place. There was nowhere else that Zach had felt like he could truly and completely be himself other than with Immy by his side. She started adorning him with different accessories, and he just sat there as if he was a doll and was more than happy to just let her do what she thought was best with the dress. He finally looked at himself with everything that Immy had added and grinned. "This definitely makes the whole outfit. If it weren't for you, I would've just worn the dress. Actually, if it weren't for you.. I would've never gotten the dress." He let out a shiver when she kissed his shoulder. He wondered what would happen if Aaron would ever see him like this -- he knew that he would beat him bloody, to the point where no one would recognize him. Honestly, Zach was sure that he'd kill him. He shook himself out of his thoughts, realizing that throughout this whole thing he'd been rather quiet. He was taking in this feeling and enjoying every single second of it. Aaron didn't need to be on his mind, not at all. 

At the mention of Malea, Zach perked up. All thoughts of not being good enough, not looking good enough in the dress and Aaron dissipated. "God, I've love to show her, are you kidding?" Before they left the room, though, they wrapped their arms around Immy and kissed her. They let it linger, just holding her close. "I'm so in love with you. I hope you know that. I've never felt more myself with anyone in my entire life. I feel.. god," Zach laughed, blushing a bit. "Beautiful. That might sound stupid." 

He made his way out of the room, going towards the living room where Malea had been playing. "Wanna see something crazy?" Zach asked, and she finally looked up and took in his appearance. He felt more confident around her, and so he did a spin and started posing for her. "Your mommy got me a dress. I feel so pretty. What do you think about it?"

Immy Cortes She kissed him back happily, wanting nothing more than them to feel this happy every day. It was what she wanted more than anything, was Zach - and Malea of course - to spend the rest of their lives happy. “It doesn’t sound stupid. You look beautiful, and even more than that, you are beautiful, inside and out, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.”

Immy followed behind Zach quietly to the living room, grinning at Malea when she looked up. Malea narrowed her eyes at Zach, more in confusion than anything, and without a hint of malice in her voice she giggled. “You look so pretty, Zachy! I didn’t know boys could wear dresses, though!” She shrugged, looking at Immy, “How come boys never wear dresses to school?” She asked. 

Immy made her way to Malea sat on the floor and slid down next to her. “Well, boys can wear dresses if they want, but sometimes some people don’t like when boys wear dresses. Those people are stinky and we don’t like them.” Immy scrunched up her nose, “Everyone should be able to wear whatever they want as long as they’re covering all of their private parts.” Immy let out a sigh, pulling Malea into her lap, hoping that Malea would understand the conversation they were about to have, and hoping Zach would jump in if Immy said anything wrong. 

Immy took two pieces of Maleas coloring paper and laid them out in front of them, leaving a large space between them. “But you know what, Zach isn’t really just a boy, did you know that?” And Malea rolled her eyes, “I know, because he’s a grown up so he’s a man.” Immy let out a soft laugh and nodded, “You’re right but that’s not really what I mean. See there are girls,” she said, plopping some of the crayons Malea had been using down on one piece of paper, and then some more on the other “And there are boys. And when we’re born we get put into or the other, but sometimes when we get older, we start to realize that maybe girl or boy isn’t what feels right for us. So sometimes people who were out in the girl category realize that actually they feel more like a boy, or sometimes boys will realize they feel more like girls. And sometimes some people feel like they’re more in the middle somewhere.” Immy moved crayons back and forth on the papers as she explained, now laying a few throughout the space in the center. “Some people feel like they’re a boy and a girl, or maybe that they’re neither, or maybe that they’re mostly a boy but some parts of being a girl make more sense to them.” She looked down to make sure Malea was following as she tried to simplify it as much as possible. “Zachy was told he was a boy when he was born but sometimes he feels like more in the middle. So boys can wear dresses, and sometimes people who feel in the middle wear dresses, too.” 

Immy stopped there, trying to let Malea take it in before she continued. Malea looked up at Zach, her head tilted to one side as she tried to understand everything Immy had just said. “But you said that if I wanted you to be my Daddy that you would be, but you can’t be my Daddy if you’re not a boy, can you?”

zach wildeZach had been grateful that Immy had taken the lead with answering the questions first. He listened intently to all the questions Malea had asked, and even moreso when Immy had answered them. He stood there, falling more in love with her than he ever thought that he could. He watched as she used crayons to explain gender, and smiled as he saw Malea take in all the information. Everything that Immy had said was perfect. When Malea finally directed a question at him, he slowly went to his knees so that he could sit with them on the floor. He wasn't used to moving around in a dress and he had no idea how to sit properly. 

"I can always be your Daddy," Zach told her, reaching out so they could move the hair out of her face. "Everyone's different. Maybe someone who felt like me wouldn't want to be called Daddy, but I would. I would like that a lot, actually." The fact that she asked had meant a lot to them - they wondered if it was something that possibly was on Malea's mind lately. "For me, I feel mostly like a boy. But also a little bit of the middle, like your mommy said. And sometimes I just want to wear a pretty dress. Like now," they gestured to themselves, smiling. "Do you have any other questions for me, sweetheart?"

Immy CortesImmy could only hope that what she said to Malea was right, and was grateful when Zach spoke. Malea nodded at Zach’s answer, seeming satisfied that she could still call them her dad if she wanted. She shrugged when asked if she had any other questions, “I think you look pretty in a dress.” She said, though it wasn’t a question, Immy smiled, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. “Wait!” She shouted, standing quickly from Immy’s lap and running down the hall to her room. Immy watched after her, curious when she’d be back. 

Immy scooted closer to Zach, kissing them deeply and hoping they were still feeling just as confident in their dress now as they did looking in the mirror. Malea came stumbling back into her room with a tiara and big clip on dress up earrings, “If you want to look pretty you have to go all out.” Immy couldn’t help but laugh at how similar Malea sounded to herself just a few minutes before. Malea placed the tiara on Zach’s head and then added the earrings. 

“That’s very nice of you, Malea. Zach looks great, don’t they?” And Malea nodded, sitting back in Immy’s lap now. “Hey, can I ask you something, Malea?” She asked, one hand reaching out to squeeze Zach’s hand now. “Why did you ask if you could still call Zach your daddy if you wanted to? Is that what you want to call him Daddy instead of Zachy?” Malea looked from Immy to Zach and back at Immy again. “Well, I do want him to be my Daddy, but I also like that you’re my Zachy, but I always wanted a Daddy, and Zachy is the best and would be the best Daddy.”

zach wildeZach just sat there as Malea adorned him with a tiara and clip-on earrings, the grin on his face starting to make his cheeks feel sore. His mind was still on the fact that she asked if he could still be his Daddy, but he chuckled anyway. "Thank you, sweetie. I look much better now. Maybe you can do my make up and nails one day?" He offered, and when Immy reached out to hold his hand, he intertwined their fingers together, tugging her a little bit closer to him. He was thankful that Immy had brought it up again, but wasn't expecting Malea's answer. She wanted him to her Daddy. He let go of Immy's hand and scooped Malea into his arms, giving her the biggest hug in the world. He laughed at her confusion, but he didn't care. 

Finally, Zach put her down and then kissed the top of her head. "Malea, there's nothing more that I want than to be your Daddy. You know, I'll always be your Zachy even when I'm your Daddy. That's never going to change, okay?" Zach looked over at Immy, hoping that they were saying the correct things. "You can call me both. Daddy and Zachy. Even Daddy Zachy if you like that. How does that sound, baby?" There were tears in their eyes, and their voice was a little wobbly, but they hoped that Malea didn't notice. Everything in their life was so perfect, and they couldn't ask for anything more - this right here, this was what Zach had always wanted.

Immy CortesImmy watched in silence as Zach spoke to Malea, pulling her knees up to chest and hugging herself to try and keep from crying. There was no one in the world that would make a better father than Zach, to anyone. And this was a thing that Immy almost never even let herself dream of, finding someone who loved Malea as much as she did, but Zach absolutely did. He loved her from the moment he met her, and Immy felt like deep down she knew Zach was meant to be Malea’s father. 

Still, the decision was Malea’s, and while she’d prompted her by asking, she wasn’t going to encourage her one way or another, she only wanted Malea to be comfortable. Malea seemed to be thinking for a while after Zach spoke. “Hey bug, there’s no wrong answer, okay. You can call Zachy whatever feels right to you, okay?” Malea nodded, her eyes darting between Immy and Zach. “I just think that I just only want to call you Daddy. I still want you to be my Zachy but I don’t want to call you Zachy. Is that okay?”

zach wildeZach couldn't help himself, and the tears immediately started falling. She wanted to call him Daddy. Just Daddy. He nodded, outwardly crying. "I'm sorry, honey. These are happy tears. You can call me daddy and I'll still be your Zachy. Whatever you want, okay?" He wiped away the tears, and brought her in for another hug. He wrapped his arms around her, and then motioned Immy to join them in a group hug. "Family group hug," Zach said, a wide smile on his face. He held both of his girls close, knowing that nothing else in the world could make him this happy. He had already viewed Malea as a daughter, but her accepting him as a dad - that meant the world to him. More than anything.

Immy CortesImmy didn’t hesitate to join the hug, wrapping her arms around both of them. She hadn’t expected tonight to go this way, but who could have expected this? It was beyond her wildest dream. Twice night she’d seen a look on Zach’s face of pure happiness, and she would do anything she could to keep seeing them look like that. She gave Zach a kiss, before kissing Malea on the top of her head. “This is the perfect family.” She whispered, resting her head against Zach’s shoulder, unwilling to pull away from either of them just yet.

[mir-iamwilde]

If you need me call me, no matter where you are, no matter how far || Zach & Midge

WHO: @zachwilde, @mir-iamwilde

WHERE: The Spare Room

WHEN: The 31st of October

WHY: Zach and Midge have an honest discussion about Aaron.

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence, abuse, religion, and slut shaming.

zach wildeHey, kiddo. How’s it going? [they smile] Nice costume.

Midge Wilde

[Smiling genuinely and hugging Zach] Better now. You look….Incredible. [She motioned to the dress] You are the cutest Lydia Deetz I’ve ever seen.

zach wilde

[Zach does a twirl in their dress and then bows.] Thank you, thank you. You should see Immy. She’s fucking killing it in her Beetlejuice costume.

Midge Wilde

Yeah, I’m sure. How are you doing? [Her tone a bit more serious] Haven’t had anymore run ins with dad, right?

zach wilde

I’m good! [Zach shakes his head.] Nah, thankfully. Think he’s too busy with “work”. Have you?

Midge Wilde

Not since before the weekend. I mean, I've seen him briefly at work, but he doesn't seem to be speaking to me, which is just fine by me.

zach wilde

Good. Just steer clear of him, if you can. By the way… I saw you and Danny are matching. Are you guys official, or something?

Midge Wilde

I will. Huh? ...Oh, no. We just talked about dressing up together during the lockdown, it sounded like fun. Would that bother you, if we were?

zach wilde

Would it bother me? I don’t know about that. Do I approve of him for you? Not really. But I also recognize that you can make your own choices too.

Midge Wilde

Right, but I'm not asking for your approval, I just want to know if you have a problem with him. I know how people see him, and he's not like that, you know? He's ...a lot more than just his reputation.

zach wilde

[That comment stings but they try to not let it show.] I get that you can screw around and still be a good guy. I’d like to say that’s how I was before Immy came back into my life. But I’ve seen the way he talks to girls and it rubs me the wrong way. I don’t like the idea that he talks to you like that.

Midge Wilde

[Frowning at their words, stepping closer to hug them.] I know you want to protect me, you've always protected me, but I promise you, he's always been sweet to me, he's good to me.

zach wilde

[Zach hugs her tightly and nods.] I trust you, Midgie. You’ll let me know if anything changes, right?

Midge Wilde

[Tried not to feel guilty at their words, knowing she probably didn't deserve anyone's trust.] Zach, I...[Licking her lips and deciding better of her first impulse] I promise, I'll tell you.

zach wilde

[Zach could always tell when something was going on with his siblings, or at least they’d like to think so.] Hey. [They reach out to take Midge’s hand.] What’s up?

Midge Wilde

You shouldn't trust me, Zach. I lie all the time. I lie to everyone, I lie to all of you, I lie about work, and I lie about who I am, and I...I lied about what happened with Dad.

zach wilde

[Zach pauses.] What happened?

Midge Wilde

She knew she shouldn't have said anything, but she'd done it anyways. She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with them, not wanting to upset them, but knowing that trying to change the subject now wasn't an option. "Look, you're going to get upset, we can just talk about this another time, okay? I don't want to ruin your night."

zach wilde

Zach shook his head. No matter what, his siblings came first. He tugged her away from the loud music and towards a private booth. “You seem upset and that’s all I care about. You know you can tell me literally anything, right? I’ll always love you no matter what, Midge.”

Midge Wilde

She followed after them to the booth, shaking her head at their words, "I'm not worried about you not loving me, Zach. I'm worried that you love me so much that you're going to do something reckless." She sighed, wrapping her arms around the front of herself, "He didn't just yell at me. He showed up at my apartment and..." She trailed off, "Look, I need you to promise that you're not going to fly off the handle, okay? You promise?"

zach wilde

Zach knew before Midge had said anything what Aaron did. He was thankful that they were in a public place, and the fact that Midge was pleading with him to not fly off the handle. They took in a deep breath. “What happened, Midge?” His voice was soft, but he knew his hands were shaking. If Aaron had touched a hair on Midge’s head… he thought back to the grounding techniques that his therapist had taught him. “Just tell me. It’s okay. I’m not going to do anything.”

Midge Wilde

Her bruises had faded quickly to the point that they were easily covered with make up now, which meant that what had happened wasn't clear just by looking at her anymore. She frowned again, wanting to believe them, but she knew Zach wouldn't take this well. "He came to my apartment, he slapped me." She said, her eyes fixed on the floor now, "I mean, he did yell at me, and call me a whore, and that was all true but, he slapped me across the face first, and then ...He choked me." She admitted, shame filling her at the memory of it all, at how afraid she was of him. Finally, she looked back up, wiping at the start of a tear in one of her eyes, as she let out an incredulous laugh, "then he made me cook him dinner and eat with him."

zach wilde

Zach felt his heart drop to his stomach, and he curled his hands into fists so hard that he could feel his fingernails digging into the skin. The fact that he did all of that and then had the absolute fucking audacity to make her cook him dinner — that was exactly like him. Of course it was. They took a deep breath, because really, they wanted to run out of here and go straight to their childhood home. Instead, though, he focused on Midge — who needed it much more than he needed to take out his anger. “First of all,” Zach started, voice shaky. “You are not a whore. Don’t say that.” He wanted to cry, scream put Midge in a bubble. Fuck, why did this guy have to ruin all of their lives? “Are you okay?” Zach asked softly - that was the most important thing.

Midge Wilde

She watched them, watched as their whole body seemed to fill with anger, and felt guilt stabbing her directly in her gut. She nodded at his words, though she didn't truly believe it, she did use her body to make money, and more than that, she used it as a bargaining tool, but Zach didn't need to know about all of that right now. "I'm okay." She said, looking back up at him now, she was okay, the last week had been hard, but she'd managed to force herself through it, force herself back to work, force herself to cover her bruises and go on with life. "I didn't want to ever tell you what happened, but then that felt like I was lying to you, which seemed worse."

zach wilde

Did he hate the fact that Midge had lied to him? Yeah, of course he did. But she was scared and it made complete sense. They knew that one thing she’d be worried about is if they were mad at her. “I’m not upset with you, okay? I wish you had told me sooner, but if there’s anyone I’m upset with, it’s that piece of shit.” Zach sighed. The night had been going well, but now all he could do was worry about his sister. Not only everything with Abby, but this too. Zach felt like he was completely failing as a big brother, and he didn’t know what to do about it. This was his fault. All of it.

Midge Wilde

She frowned at the look on their face. “Hey, remember what you told me the other day, when you warned me that he was mad? You said he uses how close we are to hurt each other. He knows that what he did to me is going to turn you inside out, so don’t let him win, okay.” She sighed, pulling them into a hug, “Besides…I have a plan. I don’t want to get into it all tonight but, I think I have a way to get us all away from him.”

zach wilde

Zach titled his head to the side. A plan? “What do you mean? A plan?” Obviously, she’d said she couldn’t talk about it, but he was still confused. “Midge.. Whatever you’re doing, are you being careful? Because he could do this shit again, you know? And if he does it again… I don’t know if I can stop myself from doing something stupid. It’s already taking everything in me not to.”

Midge Wilde

The last thing she wanted was anyone else getting hurt, including herself, but mostly Zach. “I’m not going to tell you not to worry, because I know you will anyways, but I’m being careful, I promise. I’ll tell you everything, I promise, jusy not tonight, okay?”

zach wilde

They nod, and they can’t help but bring Midge in for another hug. He holds her tight, wishing that he could just keep her safe like he used to. “Yeah. Just.. Keep me in the loop this time, okay? I know you’re worried about me and how I feel, but, fuck. Midge, someone’s gotta be there for you. And it sure as hell isn’t dad or mom. So you’ve gotta let me be that person.”

Midge Wilde

She nodded, "Yeah, okay. You can be that person, but just remember you've got other people that rely on you to be there for them, now. You can't let them down. I'm a big girl, I won't get hurt, I promise."

[demiwonder-a]

Kon glanced around his bedroom once more before he took a deep breath. His phone had been set to a playlist full of songs that never failed to remind her of him and his lights had been dimmed enough that the flames from her favorite candles flickered in a soft golden glow. The room smelled like roses, probably a result of the four dozen that he had bought in preparation, though only a dozen of them had made it into a vase which sat on her side of his bed. The rest, a mix of yellow, pink and red, had been used only for their petals and had barely been enough to lead in a trail from his front door to the bed.  

On his bed sat three small bags.

The first contained a photo album of the two in every situation imaginable, from smiling together atop a skyscraper to them snuggled together at Mount Justice, their faces a bit battered as they slept away the effects of a long fight, to his favorite picture, one of them attempting a kiss, their smiles too wide to do more than much more than press them together happily.

The second contained a light bulb, larger than normal and cleared of everything inside to make room for the lightning bolt shaped notes that filled the space, each containing a small note from him to her. Of love, of friendship, or encouragement, and of more. 365 notes, to be exact.

The third was smaller than the other two, plain and unassuming but just glancing at it caused Kon’s heart to pound frantically in his chest. Inside was a small box and inside that a necklace, fine gold that had cost him more than he liked to admit with two small pendants hanging from it. A lightning bolt and the crest of El.  

All he had to do was wait for her to get home.

[itsbxtgirl-a]

“ i’m one of the stupidest people to ever walk the earth and i made it up your staircase. ” @ptrparkcrs​

"Congrats. Do you want a sticker? I can get you a gold star if you want.” Steph muttered, tugging her Tim’s blanket back over her head. A beat of silence and the girl sighed, tugging the blanket back down with a frown on her face. “...sorry. You came all the way back out to Jersey for me and I just...” There were bad days and better days, she couldn’t rightfully call them good days when everything felt so bleak and her chest never stopped hurting. It felt wrong, trying to act normal when he couldn’t. 

The reminder of the loss knocked all the wind out of Steph’s chest and she forced the weakest smile on her face, trying to push back the waves of sadness that hit her line an unrelenting tsunami. “Bring anything exciting with you this time?” Anything to distract her from the constant reminders of Tim, the hallucinations she hadn’t told anyone about, not even Babs. She kept seeing him and the fact that she wanted to keep seeing him was likely troubling, so she kept her mouth shut. 

[andiesmu-archive]

LOCATION: Regan’s House.

DATE & TIME: 2/17, Evening.

OPEN TO: @elliemu

Addie didn’t know how to process what had just happened. For some reason, going to Regan to cry about Harrison for a second time seemed like something she shouldn’t do, but what else could she do? She needed someone to cry to about it, and there was no one else she’d rather go to for that. Addie barely paid attention to where she was going as she drove over, she just knew the route by now, which was good, because any kind of thinking just wasn’t really going to happen when Addie was in this state. She let herself in through the front door, using the code she knew by heart now. “Rae!” She called out, trying to locate where the red head would be, but her voice cracked as she did, and before she could even come face to face with her girlfriend, her face was covered in tears as she collapsed into her girlfriend’s arms. 

[jeannemu-2019]

Location: Homeward Bound Animal Shelter

Timeframe: 1/29/19, early afternoon

Open to: Anyone

As much as she loved her job, Phoebe would be lying if she said she hadn’t considered calling in sick today.The only thing that had stopped her was the knowledge that other members of staff had probably carried through with that same thought. Not that she could blame them; it was a wonder they hadn’t completely shut down, like what felt like every other service in the city thanks to the weather. If her work effort hadn’t been enough to drag her in, the text from her manager had. They were converting the shelter into a temporary heating center and pit stop for anyone caught out in this mess or stuck without sufficient warmth in all of it. The makeshift sign in the window made sure to advertise as such. She couldn’t very well call in sick knowing that someone might come looking for shelter and they’d be met with an understaffed building.

The other contributing factor was her need to check in on the animals currently housed at the shelter. They’d closed the outside kennels but the dogs still needed to be taken outside for just long enough to take care of themselves, and everyone needed their respective care. She had just re-entered the main office from the cat room, having checked on a very pregnant Norwegian forest cat who was ready to pop, when the bell over the door ringed as someone came inside. “Hello!” She greeted, tossing her latex gloves into a trash bin and going to meet them. “We’re closed for adoptions, but if you need to warm up, stay as long as you need. We have plenty of coffee and hot cocoa, too.”

[supersxn]

@kxnel​

As much as Jon liked to poke fun at Kon like a little brother would do, he was worried. He had been worried. It was a downward and slippery slope he was going down. Jon was watching Kon go down this path, and wasn’t exactly sure what he could do for him. He just wanted to help. That’s all he ever wanted to do, really. Help. Whether it was his own family or was someone who needed saving from a dangerous situation. He just wanted to help. 

“Hey.” Jon greeted his brother, observing him carefully. “Did you see that stuff on the news? The satellite, or whatever that ended up in the Wayne Manor lawn. That’s nuts.” He breathed out, looking at Kon once more. “Are you okay, man? Like, honestly. I know these last few months have been hard on you. I just...I don’t know what to do to help. I want to help, but I don’t know what to do for you. Tell me what I can do.”

[theoliver-rose]

drunk // oliver&lucas

Oliver didn’t do this very often, he didn’t go to parties and drink- especially now that he was a father. But there were times in which he let loose a little, indulged in having a drink, or two, or three and tonight was one of those nights. he had been trying the many cocktails Toby had to offer and he was feeling more then tipsy right now, his voice becoming a little louder, his confidence growing a little stronger as he became chattier, danced a little and was pretty much sending his boyfriend flirty looks all through the night. It was when he had finished mingling with Toby’s friends that he found Lucas, looking very good in his Spiderman costume. He approached him, his arms going around his shoulders as he placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, “You’re looking so good tonight, Love. I certainly picked the right costume for you. I mean, your arse is on point- is that what the kids are saying these days. On point?”

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@mutyler

Staci had never been one to really rely on anyone. She’d always been independent, so the fact that she felt like she needed comfort from someone else was pretty foreign to her. It seemed like Dougie was an obvious choice, he was there for what happened, but it wasn’t anything that really affected him directly, and he was someone she completely comfortable around. She groaned as she sat down on his couch, taking her shoes off and then folding them underneath her. “I need a drink.” 

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TAKE IT OUT ON ME || GRAKYA

TAGGING ➝ Gracie Harper, Nakya Clarington.

LOCATION ➝ Nakya’s Apartment.

TIME FRAME ➝ March 4th. 

WARNINGS ➝ NSFW.

NOTES ➝ After running into each other again, Kya and Gracie end up going home together, but things turn sour in the morning. 

NAKYA

It was lucky that Kya was just tipsy enough to put too much thought into what was happening right now. If she were sober, this wouldn't be happening, but the amount that she wanted it to be happening in this moment, wether she'd regret it in the morning or not, was hard to push down. Somehow, after running into her high school girl friend at a tattoo parlor earlier in the day, had lead to a night of drinking at a bar, where fate had decided she should run into her again. Now, here she was, one hand roaming the other woman's body, taking in every single curve her finger tips grazed as she pushed open the door to her home with the other hand, her lips pressed against Gigi's kissing her hungrily. The fact that everything about the woman that was now in her apartment with her was so familiar didn't escape her, even with her head spinning just a bit from the whiskey she'd had to drink. "Bedroom's this way," She mumbled against her lips as she lead her down the hall into the downstairs bedroom.

GRACIE

Gigi would like to say she didn’t know how she’d gotten here, but she did. It had been a long time since she’d seen Nakya Clarington, but that didn’t mean her feelings for her had disappeared. That same swell of both love and hurt she’d felt years ago had come rushing right back to her when she’d laid eyes on her today, so it was really no surprise to Gigi that she’d wound up in a bar, trying to drink the feeling away. Like father like daughter, apparently. More of a surprise was bumping into Kya there, but Gigi chose not to question it. The universe evidently had its plan, and if that was for she and her ex to be pressed up against one another now, maneuvering through Kya’s apartment with their lips pressed against one another’s and their hands roaming each other’s bodies, then so be it. Although not so much that it meant Kya was taking advantage, Gigi was drunk enough that she had no reservations, and slipped her hands underneath the material of the other girl’s jacket as they kissed their way through her apartment and towards the bedroom, sliding the garment off and dropping it onto the floor in their path. “How did you get even hotter?” She asked a little breathlessly, pulling back to slide her hands under Kya’s shirt this time, the fabric of which she began to push up and over her head.

NAKYA

Nakya laughed against Gigi's lips at her question, "I could ask you the very same thing." She murmured, as she pulled away to let Gigi take her shirt off. They'd reached her bedroom and Nakya was backing Gigi up towards her bed, reaching down to pull her shirt off, before she pushed her gently onto the bed. "You've always been fucking gorgeous," She added, biting her lip as she looked down at her for a few seconds, before joining her on the bed, "But I can't even believe how fucking sexy you are." She said, pressing her lips to the girls jaw, and tracing the line of it with her opened mouth until she reached her neck, one hand not wasting time as she slid it down gigi's front to the button of her jeans, undoing it as quickly as she could, then the zipper. Finally, she slid her hand into the tight space between her jeans and her underwear, her lips on her shoulder now as she groaned, her fingers dipping deeper in until she was between her legs, feeling for her clit over her panties.

GRACIE

Years without one another or not, their chemistry was still as strong as ever, and despite how urgent and messy their actions were as they tugged at one another’s clothing to remove it from between them, they still somehow managed to be completely in sync. Gigi smirked up at the other girl once she’d pushed her onto the bed, reaching behind herself to unfasten her bra. She tugged it off and tossed it aside, head tilting to the side to accommodate Kya’s lips against her jaw. It was easy to get lost in compliments and in the feeling of her ex on top of her, knowing exactly how to work her body the way she currently was, and Gigi’s actions were a little haphazard as she grasped at the other girl’s bra clasp, somehow managing to unfasten it. Her hips bucked upward slightly with the feeling of Kya’s fingers sliding inside of her jeans, and she saw no reason to hold back the soft whimper that fell from her lips in response to the contact, even through the fabric of her panties. With no bra to act as a barrier, Gigi let her hands roam around to her ex’s chest, cupping sort of desperately at her breast. She just wanted to touch her.

NAKYA

Kya grinned as she heard Gigi whimper, wanting to pull every single sound of her that she could. And the feel of Gigi's hands roaming her skin only encouraged that. Kya pulled her hand out of Gigi's pants and brought it to top of her jeans, pushing down on them desperately to push them off. She brought her lips to Gigi's nipple now as she worked her pants down, sucking gently on it as her tongue flicked over it, until she was free of her pants. Kya moved down the bed, kissing along the bare skin in front of her until she reached the top her panties. Kya groaned as she breathed her in, her lips now on Gigi's inner thigh, her fingers playing along the soft skin where her panties met her inner thigh. She gently teased at the panties, threatening to slip inside of them, but taking her time for a few seconds. "Do you want me to take your panties off?" She breathed against skin on her inner thigh, the hand that wasn't on her panties gently tickling the back of her thigh.

GRACIE

There wasn’t too much Gigi could do from her position laying on the bed, but she wanted to touch Kya, even if the other girl was making it difficult by how crazy she was driving her with her lips. Her thumb flickered quickly over her ex’s nipple, teeth sinking down into her bottom lip with the feeling of Kya’s mouth against hers. She couldn’t reach right the way down as the other girl moved down her body, so Gigi just allowed her nails to skim gently along the skin of Kya’s back, her shoulders, the back of her neck. Anywhere she could touch her. Her legs parted to slot the other girl between them, and her breathing was a little quicker already, her words enough to completely turn her on. “If you don’t I will,” she breathed out, reaching down to slip her hands down the sides of her own panties and beginning to push them down.

NAKYA

Kya grinned as Gigi spoke, biting gently on the soft skin where her lips just were as she watched Gigi pushing her panties down. She pulled both hands away from where they were and met the other girl's, pulling them away to pin them down for a few seconds. "Someone's eager," She grinned, her tongue now massaging the spot she'd just bit, soothing it. Without another second wasted, Kya let go of Gigi's hands, and pulled her panties all the way off, and she had her tongue on her clit before the panties had even landed on the floor where Kya had thrown them.  She moaned loudly as she did, taking in the taste and smell of Gigi, and wanting her even more badly than she already had. Kya's hands' roamed to her hips, holding them in place as she brought her tongue down further now, licking at Gigi's wetness, and then entering her slowly, and coming out just as slowly. She licked her way back up to her clit, and then brought one hand down, so she could slide two fingers into her.

GRACIE

“You should see the girl between my legs, you’d be eager, too,” she murmured, a small whine leaving her as Kya pulled her hands away from her panties. She really wanted them off. Though, she couldn’t deny how ridiculously sexy it was to have her pinning her hands down, so Gigi didn’t even try to fight her, she simply whimpered a little more at the feeling of Kya’s tongue soothing her skin, her stomach tensing some as she began to slide her panties down her legs. Finally. A moan fell from her lips the second Kya’s tongue was against her, with Gigi pushing her legs further apart. There was no denying how badly she wanted her, and if the sounds she made weren’t making it clear enough, she was sure Kya would be able to taste how wet she was against her tongue. “Fuck, Ky,” she moaned, her hand moving to rest on the back of the other girl’s head, fingers massaging against her scalp. Her legs didn’t want to stay still, her hips rocking up to seek out more contact from her fingers and her tongue as loud sounds of pleasure escaped through her lips.

NAKYA

Kya knew that the possibility of this ever even happening again was pretty slim. So she wanted to make it as memorable as she possibly could for either of them. As Kya pulled away, it wasn’t to tease her, though prolonging it when she could tell how bad Gigi wanted it was an added bonus, she stood from the bed, undoing her own pants to take them off, and admiring the completely naked body in front of her still on the bed. It had been a long time since they’d been in a position like this and Kya was much more experienced now, as she was sure the other girl was, too. Kya grabbed Gigi’s legs, hands resting at the back of her knees as she pulled her down to the end of the bed and then flipped her over so she was face down on the bed, her feet on the floor. Kya leaned down over her, brushing her hair away from the back of her neck so she could place a soft kiss there, her hand sliding between her thighs so she could spread them apart and make contact with her clit again. She drew tight circles around it as she kissed all the way down her spine, and then without any warning brought her tongue back to her center and pushed it inside of her. She pulled her tongue out again after a few seconds and now slid two fingers back into her, using her thumb to keep the constant contact with her clit going, as she left opened mouth kisses all way down each thigh, to the backs of her knees and then back again, sporadically leaving soft bites on her skin as she went.

GRACIE

Maybe Gigi was acting a little bratty, but she couldn’t help the whine that escaped her again at the loss of contact. Kya was just beginning to really build her up, and then she’d stopped, and drunk Gigi wanted to protest. Though, she couldn’t deny that the sight in front of her had her hooked, and she watched with a certain amount of eagerness as her ex stripped off her own pants, her eyes roaming her body freely. “You’re fucking beautiful,” she said without thought, something she may have thought twice about if she wasn’t under the influence. Since she was, it didn’t strike her as inappropriate, and her eyes remained on the other woman as she tugged her towards the end of the bed. Gigi’s chest was rising and falling faster still, the feeling between her legs still apparent, though she definitely wanted more. Neither had ever been particularly boring in the bedroom, but evidently Kya had learned some new moves over the years, and Gigi definitely wasn’t complaining as she flipped her over, her back arching slightly with the feeling of her ex’s fingers between her legs, her lips on the back of her neck. Her skin prickled under Kya’s lips, her whole body aching for her by the time she’d kissed back down to her center. She might’ve been embarrassed about the fact that she definitely wasn’t going to last much longer, but she was drunk, so she didn’t care. Her moans were louder, more repetitive, her hips grinding back against Kya’s fingers and tongue.

NAKYA

She could tell that Gigi was close to the edge, she tried not to let it go to her ego, knowing it was probably more to do with the fact that they’d been drinking and the excitement they both had. Kya kept going, making her tongue move faster, harder against her clit, her fingers sliding in, spreading slightly and pressing down on her g-spot, before sliding back out, over and over again. When she finally felt GiGi’s muscles clenching around her fingers, she moaned against her, letting her ride out her orgasm, before pulling her fingers away, and licking along the other girl’s lips to clean her up, before she began kissing along the back of her thighs again. She grinned as she left soft nibbles along her skin as she worked her way back up the girl’s back, and to her shoulder. Kya laid back down on the bed next to her, capturing her lips in a kiss, “You are so sexy,” She whispered when she pulled away, her fingers lightly trailing along the curves of her back.

GRACIE

It probably wasn’t surprising that Gigi only lasted such a short amount of time, in large part thanks to the fact that the person doing this to her, making her feel as good as she currently was, was Nakya. They had history, there had been feelings, and it was always better with feelings. Maybe it wouldn’t be tomorrow when she’d sobered up, but right now it definitely was, and Gigi was sure that the way she responded to the other girl’s actions, the way she moaned her name, the way her back arched and her legs trembled, all probably told her that. How she didn’t completely collapse onto the mattress once she reached her natural edge was beyond her, but she did have to take a moment to calm herself down, small whimpers still leaving her lips as her body gave in to the high. She found herself smirking against her ex’s lips, still a little breathless as she kissed her back. “Maybe. You learned some new moves,” she raised a brow, pressing another lingering kiss to her lips, though she began to sprinkle small kisses to the underside of her jaw then, climbing on top of her. “I bet you still taste so good,” she mumbled against her skin, teeth nipping gently as she began to kiss her way down to her chest. “Let me find out.”

NAKYA

Kya laughed at Gigi's words, nodding her head, "Well, it has been a while," She teased, "I'm sure you have, too." Her grin fell when Gigi mentioned her tasting good, and instead she bit her lip as she let out a soft moan at the feeling of the girl's teeth on her skin. She'd almost forgotten how turned on she was, distracted by how badly she wanted to make Gigi orgasm, but her thoughts were directly on her throbbing center now, and every single move that the girl on top of her made just made that feeling intensify. Kya's fingers tangled into Gigi's hair, as she waited for some kind of contact with her center, knowing it wouldn't take much to find herself tumbling over the edge too.

GRACIE

It didn’t matter how much time had passed, she and Kya seemed to slip so easily back into something Gigi had never expected to have again. Their sexual chemistry was just as off the charts as usual, maybe even more so, and Gigi didn’t even know how many times they made one another come before they’d eventually fallen asleep tangled up in one another. She did know that she woke before Kya, though; no surprise really, Gigi was always up at the crack of dawn. She had to use the bathroom, so slipped quietly out of bed and tiptoed out of the room, in search of the correct door. Until she saw all of the photographs lining the walls, she’d forgotten about how they’d gotten here. She’d forgotten about the kid, the one calling her ex mom. The one that had obviously been created while the two of them were still dating. Her sudden surge of anger may have been irrational, but Gigi couldn’t help it. She stormed back to Kya’s bedroom, pulling open the door. “I’m going to go,” she stated loudly, making her way back into the room to begin picking up her clothes from the floor and shrugging them quickly on. “Wouldn’t want baby daddy to know you still can’t keep it in your pants, right?”

NAKYA

It had definitely been a night that had exceeded her expectations. Not that she really had any when it came to her ex, but having her in her bed while making each other feel good over and over, was definitely not something she'd ever expected. She didn't know where the actual night ended and her dreams about the girl sleeping in her arms began, but she did know when they suddenly stopped. Kya sat up in bed as she heard an unfamiliar voice speaking loudly. She'd just started to make sense of the room around her when Gigi spoke again, and everything inside of her sank, as she realized what she was talking about. There was so much unsaid between the two of them, but that rang loud and clear. Kya stood from the bed, grabbing for her robe and pulling it on. "I'm not going to try and stop you from leaving, but Alexa's father is not in the picture in any way, at all." She said, her voice a bit harsher than she'd expected it, though none of it was aimed at Gigi and all of it was aimed at him, that didn't really matter.

GRACIE

Where this anger had gone last night was a mystery. Or maybe it wasn’t, since she’d been pretty drunk, so evidently she’d drowned it all out back then. It was all resurfacing now, though, and it didn’t matter what Kya had to say, Gigi was mad. She laughed almost sarcastically as her ex spoke, eyes rolling. “Oh, that makes it better then,” she shrugged, running her fingers through her messy hair. She grabbed her purse, opening it up to make sure she had her phone and keys, then looked over at her ex. “Where’s your key? I want out of your house,” she explained, deciding there was really no point in staying any longer. She wasn’t trying to fight with her, she just didn’t want to be here anymore. Running seemed like the easier option for everyone.

NAKYA

The truth was, Gigi had no idea about anything that happened that bad, and even if she did, she'd still have every reason to hate Kya, so there was no point in being surprised by her anger, instead Kya just shook her head, "No, it doesn't make it better at all." She said truthfully. Kya slid past her, making her own way to the front door and letting Gigi out, "I'm sorry." She whispered, unsure if the girl even heard her.

[andiesmu-archive]

SOMEBODY TO LEAN ON ➝ CLARLENCIA

WHO: Clark Berry, Valencia Cortez.

WHEN: 2/21, evening.

WHERE: Clark’s Apartment.

WHAT: Valencia goes to Clark for comfort after her run in with her ex.

NOTES: Mentions of abuse, Mentions of drugs, Mentions of violence.

VALENCIA

She wasn’t really sure what had made her text Clark tonight. Sure it wasn’t the first time that she’d shown up at someone’s house, bruised, bloody, a mess, but it was usually someone she had known for a longer amount of time. But for some reason it was Clark’s name that she clicked on in her phone when she was seeking shelter, looking for somewhere to feel safe. Lencia tried to smooth her hair down, but it was really no use, she knew it was a mess and nothing was going to fix it. Len sighed, ringing the doorbell of Clark’s apartment as she looked nervously over her shoulder, a bit of paranoia setting in around her which probably accounted for her shaking hands. She let out a breath of relief as the door opened, her face contorting as she tried not to cry at the sight of Clark, Len stood still, afraid to even enter the house. She was afraid of everything at the moment and didn’t know what to do. “Umm,” she finally hummed softly, looking down at her shoes rather than at him, and hand combing through her hair, tugging at it a bit which she was sure was just making it worse, but she needed something to do with her hands. “I’m really sorry to show up like this, I just was afraid to be alone, and I didn’t know where else to go,” she said, her voice cracking as tears threatened to burst out of her.

CLARK

Getting that text from Valencia in the middle of night had caught Clark off guard. It was his night off so at first, he assumed it was going to be a booty call text, which he was totally fine with, but he was surprised to see it wasn’t that. She had asked to come over though and he was not going to deny that. He sprung up when he heard his doorbell ring, making his way to his front door and swung it open to see her standing on the other side of it. She didn’t look good. “What the hell happened?” He spit out, shaking his head. He was fine with her decision to contact him, especially since she looked the way she did. He was becoming some sort of a hero for women going through terrible times lately and this seemed to fit that mold. “You don’t have to apologize to me. What happened?” He asked again, shepherding her inside of his house. He shut the door behind them and led her over to his couch, inviting her to sit down with him. “Len. Who did this to you?”

VALENCIA

She paused for a few seconds at the door, unsure if going into the apartment was a good idea or not. She didn’t know how she was going to hold herself together in front of Clark, and the last thing she wanted was to fall apart in front of him. Finally, she followed him into the apartment, keeping silent at his questions, she just didn’t know how to answer them. Len had no idea how to explain what had happened, and if she tried she’d probably end up looking bad and she didn’t want that either. Sitting on the couch, she placed herself a good foot away from him, her hands still shaking, but she grasped them in each other trying to hold them steady. She wanted to be close to him, to just melt into him and fall apart, but she couldn’t bring herself to. She kept her eyes down, looking away from him, “It’s no big deal, it’s just this guy that I used to-“ she stopped herself before saying a guy she used to date, and instead finished with “know.” Her head drooped low as she tried to shake the feeling away, the feeling of disappointment in herself that after two years here she was, falling apart on a friends couch because of some asshole. Before she could stop herself tears sprang out of her eyes, and Len was covering her face with her hands trying to stop them before the uncontrollable sobbing that came with crying began. “God, I’m such an idiot,” she gasped through her tears, wishing she could just rewind time now and just gone to her apartment alone.

CLARK

Clark was worried for Len. His heart was racing as he led her into his place, not exactly sure what to do. A part of him wanted to hear who had done this to her, so he could race off and go destroy the person. Another part of him just wanted to sit there with her and hold her. He was going to do whatever she wanted. He watched as she sat further down on the couch from him, frowning. He wanted to hug her, but he didn’t blame her for not wanting to feel closeness with anyone right now. He listened as she spoke, trying his best not to clench his jaw too tight from anger. “It is a big deal. Who is he?” Clark was pretty confident she wasn’t going to give him an exact name because it was pretty obvious what he was thinking. He wanted to find this guy and kill him. All he wanted to do was protect her. She didn’t deserve this. He moved down on the couch as she started crying, hesitating before he touched her. “If you want, you can lay down and put your head in my lap or something. It might help,�� he offered, not wanting to pressure her into a hug or anything like that. Someone had just put their hands on her and hurt her. He wouldn’t be surprised if she never wanted to feel a touch from a many again. “I’m here for you, Len. Just tell me what you need.”

VALENCIA

The only reason she’d sat so far from him was because she didn’t want to fall apart, but now she was already crying and he had moved closer and she couldn’t resist it anymore. At his words, Len turned to him, burying her face against his chest as more tears burst forward, she brought her feet up in front of her bent to her own chest as she practically crumpled into him, feeling broken from the whole night. She stayed there for a few moments just trying to calm down, and was grateful that just being close to Clark seemed to help with that. She stopped shaking, at least, and while her tears were still coming, and her breath was still ragged, she felt like she could at least speak again. “He’s just a guy I used to date,” she finally spoke, answering his question as best she could, “We dated when I was like 19, I was waitressing then, and he was a pretty terrible boyfriend, but I guess I was a pretty terrible person then anyways,” she frowned, finally looking up at Clark, making eye contact with him for the first time since he’d opened the door to her. She didn’t want to, she didn’t want him to see her such a mess, but she couldn’t help herself. “He used to take all of my tips back then, he’d use them to buy drugs and stupid shit, and I just let him. He didn’t have a job, he just sold drugs, but he was pretty shitty at it since he used his own shit, so he always needed money.” 

She shrugged, the words were just tumbling out of her now, she didn’t have time to think if she even wanted to stop them, not thinking about how bad this whole situation made her look, about how Clark was a cop and probably wouldn’t even want to see her again after learning these things about her.(edited)“He got arrested and he needed bail money, but we didn’t have any money, certainly not $15,000, he would spend it all, so he set me up with,” she finally paused, shaking her head, deciding that maybe there was a limit to what she could say, “He set me up with this job, I guess, that would get me enough money for his bail, but I didn’t do it.” She looked back down now, fiddling with the rip in her shirt from when she’d fallen, and noticing small spots of blood on it from the scrape underneath.  “Anyways, I guess he’s out now, and I was just out with some friends and there he was,” she took a deep breath, as she felt more tears threatening to come now, but she just needed to get through this, she needed to get it all out so she wouldn’t have to talk about it again. “I left when I saw him, I didn’t think he’d seen me but then he was outside with me, and I was just getting in my car and he was right there behind me and he started screaming at me about how I owed him money, about how I’m shit and worthless and all this stuff, and I don’t care. I mean, I don’t care what he thinks of me, but I was just so scared, because he was so angry.”

If Clark didn’t ask her to leave after all of this, she would be shocked, she didn’t know why anyone halfway decent would want her around knowing any of the terrible things from her past. “He kept saying I owed him $30,000 now because of interest, I never even had the money in the first place, and I told him that, but then he just grabbed my hair and was tugging me away from the car, and it just all happened so fast, he’d hit me and I was on the ground, and then he had my purse,” she paused again, this time her tears won and she buried her face back against his chest, her body shaking again. “He wanted to see if I had any cash, but he saw my license, and now he knows where I live,” her voice broke as she said it, “I had one safe place, and now he knows where it is, and I just didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know where else to go, I’m so sorry.”

CLARK

Clark listened to her carefully, trying to soak in all of the information she was giving him. He wasn’t going to interject. He was just going to sit back and listen. The anger was boiling up inside of him, but there was nothing he could do about it if Len didn’t give him more information. He hated this. That some guy she used to date. A guy she obviously cared a lot about had done this to her. He didn’t know a lot about her past, but as he continued to listen closely he shook his head at the words coming out of her mouth. He was worried for her. His jaw clenched as he looked down at the girl crumpled against him. “Len,” he breathed out, shaking his head. He could see why she had been so nervous about telling him all of this. It was bad. It involved a lot of things he was morally and ethically against, but he really didn’t care about who she used to be or what she used to do. He was falling for the girl that was pressed up against him. And he wasn’t going to judge her for her past indiscretions. He hadn’t always been the most upstanding citizen himself. “Are you okay now?” He questioned, shaking his head. He rested his hand on her shoulder, patting it gently. “You made the right choice by coming here. You can stay as long as you want.” And he meant that. He didn’t want her going back to a place where she didn’t feel safe. “If you give me his name Len, I can get him picked up tonight.” His eyes glanced down at her to gauge her reaction. He had been down this road before with situations like this and victims were not always ready to give the name of their attacker, but he hoped she would see this could be for the best.

VALENCIA

She was surprised by the concern in his voice, expecting him to be angry with her, to want her to leave. The fact that he didn’t just made her cry harder, because she’d come here to feel safe, and the realization was hitting her that she was, in fact, feeling safe. It would have scared her any other time, but she needed it too badly to question it right now. She nodded when he asked if she was okay, though it probably seemed silly considering she was crying all over again, but she did feel a bit better. Len met his eyes again when he said she could stay, searching them for any sign that he was just saying it to be nice, that he didn’t really mean it, but she couldn’t find any, “Really?” She asked softly, biting her bottom lip, she’d normally object, but going home just didn’t feel like an option tonight. Her eyes widened at his words, pulling away from him slightly and shaking her head, “I-...No,” she said softly, “I didn’t come here because you’re a cop, I came here because-...because I just wanted to feel better.” She was suddenly afraid that he might think she was trying to pull a favor, and that wasn’t the case at all.

CLARK

Clark’s heart was hurting for Valencia. This didn’t have to happen for her and watching her breakdown caused water to swell in his own eyes. He shook his head, holding in whatever tears were going to fall. That was the last thing she needed. She came here for comfort, not to see him cry as well. He nodded his head at her question. There was no way he was going to let her go back to her place, especially if it was unsafe. He frowned at her reply, shaking his head right back at her. “I’m glad I could help you feel better, Len. But he can’t get away with this.” A small sigh escaped from his lips as he stared down at her, letting his words linger for a second. “I care about you. And I want you to be safe. Even if I wasn’t a cop, I would want this guy locked up. You’re not safe with him out there. Look what he did to you. I won’t let him do it again.” His words hung there as he let out another deep breath. It was the truth. Either he found him and arrested him or Clark was going to take matters into his own hands.

VALENCIA

Len knew that what Clark was saying was right, she knew that was what she should do, that she should listen to him, but she didn’t want to think about it anymore. Len would be much happier to pretend that the whole night had never even happened, though if she really wanted that, she should have just gone home, not come here. “It’s really not that big of a deal, I’ve been a lot worse off than this,” she probably shouldn’t have said that, but it was true, “I’m sure he was just trying to scare me, I’m probably overreacting, he just thought he’d have a little fun by freaking me out,” she muttered, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. She looked back up at him when she heard the protective tone in his voice, and wondered why there were so many people in her life that she’d never been able to trust, but after knowing Clark for just a few weeks she found herself believing him when he said he wouldn’t let this happen again, found herself feeling safe curled up against him. Part of her wanted to agree, just to make him happy, have him have one of his cop buddies pick him up, just so he wouldn’t worry. “Okay,” She finally agreed, giving up and giving in to the feeling of safety, letting him handle the situation, take care of her. She pulled away from him slightly, reaching for her purse to pull her phone out and pulled his Facebook up so that Clark could see what he looked like, “His name is Josh Cole.” She said, frowning as she looked at the photo, unsure of where all of this would lead. “Is it okay if I take a shower?” She wanted to wash this whole night away, maybe that would let her stop thinking about it.

CLARK

She scared him. It scared him that she had been in situations like this before. It was the last thing he wanted for her. “You’re not overreacting,” Clark replied, shaking his head. She was bruised and bleeding. In his opinion, he thought she was under-reacting. It was a lot bigger deal than she was letting it be known as. This guy had attacked her. He watched as she pulled her phone out. He was content with the fact that he had convinced her to give him the guy’s information. He wasn’t going to deal with it himself. He wasn’t going to leave her alone. He pulled out his own phone and set a quick text to one of his coworkers with the guy’s name and a picture. “Okay. My buddy will let me know if he gets picked up,” he mumbled out, putting all of his attention back on her. He nodded his head at her request, pulling himself up from his spot on the couch to grab her a towel. He got one out of his linen closet and then brought it back over to her with a small smile. “Here you go,” he smiled, handing it off the her. “Bathroom is the second door on the right. I’ll get the bed made up for us while you’re in there. “ He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to her a cheek as he sent her a small nervous smile.

VALENCIA

Len watched as he took his own phone out, afraid to ask what would happen if he was picked up, what that would even mean. Watching as he grabbed a towel and handed it to her, she stood from the couch. This whole night had been so unexpected, and somehow the most unexpected thing of it all was the sinking feeling she felt in her stomach when he said he'd make the bed up. It was a sweet thing to say, but it was the fact that even though she wouldn't really be alone, she'd be alone in the bathroom. It was absolutely ridiculous to her how just the idea of being in another room than him right now made her nervous. Len debated if she should say anything, and instead, she just nodded, starting to walk away from him. She made her way to the bathroom, her hand hovering over the doorknob to push it open before turning back to him, "I'm-..." She sighed, shaking her head, "I'm afraid to be alone." It wasn't fair to ask him to baby her, and she was normally so independent, so she really didn't understand it herself, but here she was, "Could you maybe come in with me? I mean, you don't have to shower with me or anything, if you don't want to. I'm not gonna force you to make out with me when I look like this, I promise." She tried to laugh, but it sounded hollow. "But maybe you could just talk to me while I'm in there if you don’t want to get in the actual shower?"

CLARK

Clark watched as she made her way towards the bathroom, still worried about her. What had just happened to her wasn’t the type of thing that just went away. He stared ahead as he paused, looking up at her once she started talking. He nodded his head as she spoke. It was all completely understandable. Usually he would have jumped at the chance to join her in the shower, but the last thing he wanted to do was take advantage of her feeling vulnerable by initiating sex with her. “Trust me. You would never have to force me to make out with you. You’re beautiful.” He breathed out, taking a few steps toward her. He reached out for the doorknob and swung open the door for her. “I’m right here with you, babe.” He made his way inside the bathroom and took a seat on his toilet. “I’ll be right here. The entire time. You won’t be alone.” He looked up at her for a moment, sending her a small smile.

VALENCIA

On any normal day, being this close to Clark, she’d probably already be halfway undressed, or at least hoping she would be soon, but this was different. She still wanted him close to her, but it wasn’t because he was hot, or because she wanted to get laid, it was because he really did make her feel safe. Maybe the realization that he made her feel that way, that she really did have such strong feelings for him, maybe it should have scared her, but instead it just felt like a relief to be able to finally accept it. Len smiled softly at him when he called her beautiful, she didn’t know what she looked like right now, but she was sure it wasn’t beautiful, but she was too relieved by everything else that was happening to care. “Thank you,” she whispered, finally making her way into the bathroom.

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follow up to this @kxnel​

Getting kidnapped by her family and boyfriend had been fun enough, the bagels and company were enough to make her cheeks hurt enough from smiling. When the boys departed, Cassie had been somewhat suspicious to see if they were up to anything, but didn’t question it. She though was told to make her way to their apartment after a while and couldn’t help but smile to herself, wondering exactly what one Conner Kent had planned. 

Letting herself into the apartment, Cassie’s eyes widened when she saw the candles and rose petals on the floor. She shut the door behind her and moved forward to follow the trail of rose petals into his bedroom, already feeling the unshed happy tears stinging her eyes. As soon as she saw Kon, she practically threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. “This is...wow. You’re so wonderful, Conner Kent.” She mumbled happily against the crook of his neck.