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4. Re-up

WC: 4914

TW/CW: SMUT! followed by cute shit, followed by a small argument, that is all (18+)

“Fuck.” Micky always liked the way he moaned when he slid inside of her. Almost as much as she liked the way it hurt a little. It had been months, and she needed the distraction. She threw herself into sex with Erik with reckless abandon, momentarily shocking him with her enthusiasm. She considered how they ended up here.

“Damn, babygirl. You been waiting for Daddy.” She kissed him as soon as he walked through her door. He didn’t have time to put the food down. He pushed her away a little, looking her up and down with a mixture of excitement and confusion.

“I’ve had a long day, and I need this. If you can’t do it, please leave.” She’d said it so bluntly. He looked a little startled.

“Listen, babygirl. You know I got no problems laying pipe. I just don’t know if you really want it, or you just mad about something else.”

“What difference do it make? You still gon’ fuck, right?”

And so he did. He’d stared at her for a moment before he finally moved toward her, pressing his mouth to hers. And now, only a few minutes later, he was finally inside her. At least I still have this. The futon was laid flat, and her sheet was thrown over it.

His stroke was slow and deep at first. She felt the exact moment he hit the bottom of her pussy.

“Mhm.” She moaned into the sheet. He had her in his favorite position: face down, ass up. He slid out to the tip of his dick, and slowly pushed back into her.

“You so fucking tight. Oh my god.” He slid out again, but this time he slammed into her. Her body was immediately overwhelmed.

"Fuck, Erik." SMACK. "Oh!" He pumped into her hard and fast until she was nearly screaming. She relished the sting of his hand spanking her ass.

"That's not what you call me, babygirl." Erik was in beast mode now. His voice even sounded deeper while he was stroking her good. All she could do was moan, but he wanted words. He gripped a handful of her hair and pulled until she was nearly looking up at the ceiling. "What's my muhfucking name?" He growled low in her ear.

"Daddy! Please, fuck. I can't." His strokes got deeper. She bit into the sheet to keep from getting too loud.

"Nah, babygirl keep that same energy." He pulled her head up again. The sound of their bodies slapping together was music to her ears. The feeling of his balls slapping her clit had her trembling. The way her wet pussy stretched to fit him, and the way he used one hand on her lower back to guide her had her weak.

"Daddy please. Please…" SMACK. "Oh god please. I can't take it."

"Can't take what? Hm?" SMACK. "Tell me, right now." He sped up his strokes, making it impossible for Micky to form coherent thoughts.

"Daa-aad-dee-eeee.." Her moans were in time with the rhythm of his hips. SMACK. "Oh fuck."

"Uh-uh. Tell me what you can't take." SMACK. Micky could feel her pussy starting to clench around him. She was so close to cumming. But then he stopped.

"Nope. You not done yet. I let too much time go by since I knocked these walls in. You forgot who the fuck own this pussy." He pulled out and let her body fall to the futon. She thought he was giving up, until he gripped her ankles and flipped her over.

Now, Micky knew she was pushing 200 pounds in her 5 foot 6 inch frame, and more than a few parts of her jiggled when she moved. This was no small feat in her mind, but she enjoyed the thrill of being tossed around like she weighed nothing. Erik was the only man she knew who never balked at her body. In fact, he seemed to like throwing her around just to ride the wave of her body moving against his. She allowed herself to momentarily get wrapped up in her thoughts. That was a mistake. Erik never lost his focus when he had a goal.

"What...the fuck…can't you...take?" The threat in his voice was real. His eyes were almost completely black, the pupils were so dilated. "Speak."

It was so simple. She didn't need to be the hero here. She could let go. Let him do the work.

He raised an eyebrow. "You deaf now, babygirl?"

"No, Daddy." She knew better than to make him wait too long.

"Then, tell me what I wanna know. What can't you take?" He said it so softly, but the way his grip tightened on her ankles as he lifted them over his shoulders got the point across easily.

"That dick."

"What was that?" He needed something more.

"I can't take that dick, Daddy."

"This dick right here?" He lined his hard shaft up with her slickness.

"Oh shit." His dimples popped at the shakiness in her voice. Micky wasn't a punk, but Erik was a powerful man. His sessions could be long if he wanted them to.

"Speak up." A smile pulled his lips further apart. For the first time in two months, Micky saw those damn gold slugs. LordT.

"Yes, Daddy. That dick right there." It felt so heavy sitting on her sex the way it was.

"I think you can take all this dick." He sounded so convincing.

"Yes, Daddy." He slid it in just a little. The thick head popped into her. "Ooooh."

"Yeah. I think you can, babygirl." He slid it the rest of the way into her, not stopping until it could go no further.

"Mmmm." She couldn't hold in the moan. He was so big, and felt so good inside her.

"Yeah? Tell me how it feel now." He started to stroke her slowly. Micky whimpered every time his hips met her ass. "Speak."

"Oh, Daddy. It feels good." He let go of one of her ankles, sliding his hand around her throat. He squeezed the sides of her throat gently until he saw her wince a little. He eased off until she smiled up at him. "You know me so well, Daddy. Mmmm."

"You want Daddy to choke you while I tear this tight pussy up?" His stroke got faster. Micky was losing focus again. He squeezed her neck firmly once to get her back on track. "Huh?"

"Fuck! Yes, Daddy. Please. Oh my god."

"Yeah?" He slowed his strokes down again, torturing her starved sex.

"Daddy please don't tease me. I need you so bad right now. Please!" Please fuck me.

He bent to kiss her lips. It was soft at first. Then, a low growl sounded deep in his chest. The time for softness was over. She wanted it bad, and he would give it to her. He pulled his hips back until his dick nearly slipped out, and immediately rolled back into her.

Micky cried out in surprise and desire. She felt so full with him. No one else came close. She'd tried with a few, but not a single one could make her submit. She cherished her hard won independence from her shitty family, and she never gave in easily. But Erik. Oh, Erik. He could bend her will without trying. And at the moment, he was doing just that.

"Fuck, oh. Oh my fucking god. Whyy-yyyy-yyy." She felt heat building in her stomach and spreading down her legs, curling her toes on either side of his head. "Aahhh-aaa-aaaah." His strokes were so strong, her moans were like lyrics to the beat he played against her tender flesh. He picked up the speed again. "Daddy, I'ma cum. Oh my...oh my god." Her legs shook against him. The lightheaded feeling from his hand around her neck sent her to another place. She felt like she was leaving her body. "AAAHH-AAAHH. FUCK! UGH!" With a final shake her body went limp beneath him.

"You all done?" Erik didn't sound done at all. "My babygirl tired?" He was teasing her. "Nah, I don't think so." He pushed both of her legs apart, off his shoulders and around his waist. He leaned down until his weight rested just on her. It wasn't overwhelming. He was careful about not smothering her.

Micky looked into his eyes as he brought his lips down to meet hers. Some of the edge was gone, but he still looked wild and slightly unhinged. She kissed him back with as much energy as he gave her. She knew the morning would bring sore muscles and stiffness. None of that mattered right now. The way he looked at her right now erased all her memories of him leaving and coming back with no notice. It erased her frustration with her family. His tenderness in this moment erased her overbearing supervisor at work. His weight on her grounded her. She felt solid for the first time in two days.

"I think you can go some more, babygirl. What you think?" I think I can do anything if you keep looking at me like that. "Speak."

"I can take it, Daddy." And he delivered all the dick she could take, and then some. He buried his face in her shoulder while his hips pumped into her steadily. "Mmm. Yes, Daddy. I love it. Give me all that dick."

"Mhm." He was panting in her ear, telling her how good a girl she was. "You feel so fucking good, babygirl. This pussy so tight and so wet."

She loved the way he talked to her. Slaps and caresses. That's how it felt. Sometimes he would be rough but she knew the tenderness would come when he needed to finish. She moaned in response to his whispered compliments. Micky could feel his stroke stuttering a little as he got closer to climaxing. His muscles flexed against her. He reached one arm down to hook her thigh over his forearm. His other arm was braced beside her head. She leaned over to kiss that arm, making him moan deep in his chest. She ran her hands down his back, enjoying the smoothness of it. She touched his forearms, counting the small keloids that he wore there.

"Babygirl. Oh baby-" he grunted as his stroke got sloppy and he filled her with hot nut. "Oh fuck." He sat at the bottom of her pussy for a few moments while the last bit of his cum spilled into her. He left messy kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and eventually her lips. She giggled underneath him.

"Thank you, Daddy." And thank modern medicine for birth control. She meant that shit, too. This was what she needed. No more "super-bitch." That shit was played out. Let Daddy deal with it all. "Mmmm." She felt him sigh over her.

"You happy now? Spoiled ass." He looked down at her. His eyes were their normal brown. Mild and warm. "Hm?" He landed a soft slap to her ass.

"Yes. That was perfect." She smiled into another kiss. Then she heard a creak and a bang. The whole futon shifted beneath them, bringing one side up as the other dropped down. Rufus yowled and practically levitated into the bathroom.

They rolled onto the floor together. There was a moment of silent shock, followed almost immediately by wheezing laughter. Neither of them could get control of themselves for several minutes. Tears streamed down their faces as they literally rolled on the floor laughing. Micky didn't want this moment to be over.

"We did it again." Erik said when they both finally quieted down enough to breathe. "We broke another one. I'll make sure the next one is sturdier." That was all it took. They laughed for several more minutes until they finally got it all out.

"Damn, E. Only you could come in here and have me acting a damn fool like this."

"Oh yeah?" He looked so smug. Micky wanted to pop him on his forehead.

"Don't get a big head about it, nigga. Like I said, today was a long ass day."

"I see. You jumped me before I could get my ass in the door." He looked over at her. A slight frown on his face. He still wanted to know what was wrong.

"Don't ask. After yesterday with that asshole. And then going over my mom's today. And just everything. I barely slept last night. I think I got disowned. I’m probably gonna be written up, too. I don't fucking know." She let too much slip. He never missed details.

"Your family disowned you? Why they do that?" He sat up on one elbow. The room was comfortable so the cool floor wasn't too much on their bare skin. Micky kept her apartment warm so neither of them felt the need to put on clothes.

"I...don't know how to answer that." She was being honest.

"Start at the beginning."

So she did. She told him everything. Micky spilled her deepest fears on him. Erik just listened intently and let her speak.

When she was finished, he swiped a hand down his face in frustration.

"That nigga did what?"

"He's been acting crazy lately. But that's not unusual to me. He gets like this sometimes. He gets really angry. I usually let him talk until it burns off. Then he's fine again." It felt good to have someone else know what was going on. Erik looked as baffled by much of it as she felt.

" I can't believe your moms would put hands on you like that. Like you a damn animal. That shit ain't cool." His eyes were dark again. This time with anger. "Don't go back over there without me." And what exactly are you gonna do?

"But that's my mom."

"I don't give a fuck if she was the white man's Jesus. She shouldn't be touching you like that." He was really angry for her. Micky wasn't used to people caring that much. It wasn't a great feeling. She didn't want him mad like this. Not at her mother.

"She was wrong, but I was, too."

"Nah, babygirl. They needed to hear that shit. They needed to know they couldn't use you up to do their dirty work. That's on them." She wanted to kiss the wrinkle in his brow. She didn't like seeing how mad he was. Even though none of it was directed at her, Micky was still uncomfortable. "Look at me."

She did. It was impossible not to. Her eyes were tearing up again. I thought I was done with all this damn crying. He reached over to wipe tears from her eyes.

"I need to say this, and I need you to receive it. Really take this shit in if you don't take anything else from me." He paused until she nodded at him. "Don't ever let another motherfucker control you like that. You are your only master."

"But you control me when we fuck." She sniffed.

"That's different. We been at it for a while. I would never push you further than you're willing to go. You know that right?"

"I mean, yeah. I mean…. I felt like you would stop if I wanted you to. I never felt like I was really in any danger." It was true.

"Is that how it felt with your family? Like you would be okay? Did they make you feel like you could stop at any point?"

Micky hesitated. "No. I never feel like I have a choice with them." Also a fact.

"Don't get me wrong, ma. I'm not saying you should hate them, or even walk away from them forever. But you gotta get a spine for yourself. You need to make it clear that there's some shit that just won't fly with you. Think about how you felt inside when you told your mom never to hit you again. She didn't back off verbally, but she knew she better not put her hands on you again. Right?"

He was right. Her mom had broken the glass instead. She had seen something different in Micky in that moment. Micky had drawn a line, and her mother had decided that crossing it wouldn't be a good thing.

Erik watched her think for a moment. He never interrupted her when she was figuring something out. He always let her catch up at her own pace. His babygirl was smart, but her feelings got too intense sometimes. Let that shit go. Draw a line in the sand, and dare those motherfuckers to cross it.

"Hey." She looked over at him. "You good?" She smiled at him.

"Yeah, E. I'm always good. It just takes a minute sometimes." He watched her take a deep breath to settle herself. Erik loved moments like this. Loved watching her anxiety fade, and her spirit relax. She almost never relaxed fully, so these moments were precious.

Naturally, this precious moment was destined to be interrupted by a certain annoying ass little cousin.

Buzzzzzz. Buzzzzzz. Micky looked around, for the sound. Erik got up to go find the exact source. It was his phone. When he looked at the screen, he almost dropped it back in his pile of clothes. But that would only make things worse. He answered. "Yes."

"Is that how you speak to your favorite cousin?" Shuri's voice poured out of his phone. Erik kept his volume low out of habit, so he knew Micky couldn't hear the other half of the conversation.

"Now isn't a good time. I told you to stop playing on my phone, little girl." He put steel in his voice. It never worked, but he hoped this time would.

"No, cousin. I do not play. I noticed you are back at the apartment complex close to yours. Are you visiting your girlfriend?" He wanted so badly to hang up, but instinct told him now wasn't the time. She would only hack his phone again.

"Erik, who's that?" Fuck. "Lemme see. You know I love getting rid of telemarketers."

He dodged Micky's hand as she reached for the phone. "I got it. It's my annoying ass little cousin." Micky scowled at that. Erik turned his attention back to the phone. "And you need to go ya ass to bed. It's either way too late, or way too early for you to be up right now. Especially where you live."

"I'm going to tell my mother that you are cursing at me. She will not like that."

"She would probably praise me for putting you in your place. Now, get off my phone, little girl."

"Okay." And just like that she hung up. Erik was immediately suspicious. When he heard Micky's phone vibrate, his stomach sank to his knees.

"Don't answer that." But Micky was already picking her phone up off the counter.

"Hello?" Micky didn't keep her call volume quiet, so Erik heard everything.

"Yes, hello? My name is Shuri. Do you know Erik?"

"Shuri? As in 'Shuri-cakes' Shuri?" Micky looked very confused. She glanced over at Erik, down at her phone screen, and then back at him. She muted her phone as her confused look slowly turned into a glare. "You gave this person my number?"

He shook his head negative. "She has a way with technology. My little cousin is the smartest person I know." By far.

"Hello? I cannot hear you, but I know you have not hung up. Do you know my cousin, or not?"

Micky unmuted the phone. "Yes, I know him quite well. You are his cousin?"

"Yes….I am. Why did he tell you to call me that nickname? I hate that so much. Please refrain from using it always."

"I'm….sorry?" Micky was at a loss. "How did you get my number?"

"I didn't. I simply used Erik's bluetooth to find the nearest device, and yours was it. The next was 'soundbar: Micky' and that didn't seem quite right."

"So….you got into my phone from Erik's?"

Fuck. He'd had his bluetooth on from the drive over. He always listened to music in his car. He didn’t have time to turn it off since Micky immediately jumped him when he came in.

"Yes. I used his phone to call yours. I searched his contacts and you were the most recent after me. I made the connection. It turned out I was right."

"This is all a little too 'Matrix' for me right now. Where are you?" Micky was captivated by the strange girl on the other side of the phone. Shuri had that effect on people.

"In Wakanda, of course."

Erik immediately resolved to notify his aunt of Shuri's activities the moment he got to work the next day. This little girl was getting way too bold. He snatched the phone out of Micky's hand.

"Ok, listen up. Leave my girl alone."

"Oh, so she is your girlfriend?"

"I'm telling your mom. You need to stop minding grown folks' business." There was a pause.

"Ewwwwwww."

Erik rolled his eyes. "Bye, Shuri. Don't call me again tonight." He hesitated. "Unless it's a real emergency. Otherwise, go ya ass to bed and be good." This time he did hang up.

"She really is your little cousin." Micky watched him with interest. She rarely heard him talk about his family. "You know, I vaguely remember you mentioning a sharp little cousin of yours. You said she had taken apart your whole sound system when you were still living back home. She was what? 8 years old?" She looked so fascinated. Erik felt miserable inside. The last thing I needed was for these two to link up.

"She's a brat. A pain in my damn ass." He meant every word.

Micky, on the other hand, looked more interested. "But she is a genius to be able to do that shit. She has to be fucking brilliant."

"She is. But she bad as hell. Never knowing when to stop playing." He swore up and down, he would never beat a child, but his cousin sorely tempted him on occasion. Now was one of those occasions. Her older brother was always out being a king and a hero, so Shuri clung to Erik. He was easier to reach than T'Challa. He understood her neediness, but it drove him crazy.

"Yeah. She sounds like a handful, but she also sounds like an adventure. I have to meet her one of these days." She looked so excited now. Micky loved travelling. Her family had gone many places in the world when she was growing up, but after her father died, all that stopped. "I went to Ghana once. Never Wakanda, though. Where is it exactly?"

"It don't matter. We ain't going. The last thing I need is my woman, and my bad ass little cousin becoming besties."

Micky froze in place. Erik was slightly confused about what made her react that way. He hadn't said anything…..oh.

"So, we fuck one time and I'm your woman?" She looked suspicious.

"No. That's not….I mean-" Fuck.

Micky frowned. "So I'm not your woman?"

"First of all, we've been fucking for two years. Second of all, I never wanted you to stop being mine. I just be moving a lot, and I didn't want to make you wait for me." There it was.

"Okay…..you just up and left me. You could have said this two years ago. Or you could have never claimed me at all." Micky looked pissed again.

"I hoped I could make this shit work. Then, I got called away. I broke up with you because I know that's always gonna be my life. It's what I do. I always come back if I can. But I live a dangerous life. I might be dead, and you wouldn't ever find out. I'm not comfortable with that possibility." Shit. Might as well spill it all. "That's it, babygirl. That's all of it."

Micky seemed to be considering his words carefully. "That's not what you said when you abandoned me. You said 'it can't work because we're too different.' You said I wasn't gonna fit with your life." She was definitely pissed at him again. "Why couldn't you just say that shit from the beginning?"

"Would you have accepted that?" He had to know. He always felt bad about that. Every time he came back to her, he remembered how fucking terrible he fucked up the first time. It served him right that she would resent him for that.

"I accepted that you have a genius computer wiz for a little cousin that calls my phone because she hacked it out of yours. I accepted that you claim to bust trafficking rings and drug operations. I've accepted YOU back every damn time. Even when I kept telling myself to cut you off for good." She looked empty. The day had drained so much out of her, and he was taking even more.

"You wanted to cut me off?" He never knew this. He'd gotten so used to the game they played with each other that it never occurred to him she wouldn't want to play anymore.

"Yes. I delete your messages every time you disappear again. I never save you in my phone."

He held her phone in his hand. He could easily verify this himself. So, he did. And there was the proof. Their texts were there, but he wasn't a contact in her phone. Just a number. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. Still, though, she'd asked him to see her. Her behavior wasn't matching her words.

"Let's be real. You wanted me here. You wanted to fuck . You weren't lying about me being the only nigga to have you open like this." She wasn't innocent in this situation. He did her wrong before. That was a fact. She never stopped taking him back, though. Maybe that's where things went bad. Nah. You created the circumstances, nigga. Own that shit.

"Yeah I want to fuck you. I mean all that shit. But I don't know…..how I feel about you as a person. And I only know when you come back in town because you keep telling me." She had him there. Yeah, she would always respond, but he always initiated contact.

He had to think about this for a moment. Micky waited silently, lost in her own thoughts.

"Okay, then. We have a few options here." She looked up attentively. "If you want to, we can try again, knowing what you know about me." He watched her face. She stayed neutral. "Or, if you never want to see me again, I can go and not bother you anymore." Her face still hadn't changed. "Or, we could keep doing this. We could have a sexual relationship, or just be friends with each other."

“And you’re just gonna let me choose?” She was being cautious. He knew Micky wasn’t used to having a say in how things went. He wasn’t going to choose for her.

“I would like to keep you in my life. I really do like you. I think about you when I’m out there. I always wanna come back to you.” She looked away from him. “But, I have to be realistic. I’m not gonna ask you to commit to me. This life ain’t stable. I come and go a lot. My hands are far from clean with my line of work.”

“I can’t accept only half of you. I would rather have it all or nothing.” She still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I understand. I can walk away.” He felt hollowed out inside. He didn’t want to leave for good.

“I don’t really want that either, though.”

“You aren’t really making sense right now.” He needed her to be decisive in this.

“We can try this friend thing, I guess. I don’t want to cut you out of my life. Not really. I just hate that you disappear, and don’t say anything.” He could tell she was uncomfortable. Talking about her feelings was hard for her. She liked solving other people’s problems, not dealing with her own. All the shit with her family was showing her how empty her life was now that she couldn’t focus on fixing anyone else.

“Aiight. I can do that. We can be friends.” At least she would still be in his life.

“And….I mean…..if we also have sex sometimes that’s cool, too.” She finally met his gaze again. Erik was certain she didn’t know the power she had over him. When she looked at him like that, his heart melted. Even with her hair half untwisted, and her lips slightly swollen from all his kisses, she could tell him anything and he would agree. Damn.

“Yeah?” He could feel himself getting hard again. He couldn’t take her standing there all beautiful. He needed to kiss her brown skin, right there on her shoulder. “Tell me something, babygirl.”

He watched as she caught onto his vibe. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Think you can take some more of this? You know, since we friends and all.” He smiled his most charming smile. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist. Things were so much better between them now. There wasn’t any underlying tension anymore.

“Yes, Daddy. I can take it.” That was all he needed to hear.

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maaaaaatryoshka0325 · 5 years

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Louder - Bang Chan DJ Smut

Requested by a few people 💕😂

Warnings: Smut, dom Chan, public sex, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap ur willy) a tiny bit fluffy

The loud music flowed through the club as you sipped on your drink, your eyes trained on one person in particular, the DJ.

You were glad you chose to come to this club tonight, as it was your turn to pick out of your friend group. You always chose this club, always loving the vibe, or so you say. But in all reality, it was because HE was the DJ at that particular club.

His blonde hair was nicely styled, showing off his pretty face. His pretty fingers worked magic on his key board, his eyes completely focused, making him look ten times hotter. Your eyes ate him from afar, swallowing in his features like he was the most delicious delicacy you’ve ever seen.

Many times, so many times did you make eye contact. His eyes were trained on you, a small smirk on his face that made his to die for dimple show. His plump lips made your heat tingle, wanting them exactly where you needed them.

You kept throwing him small smiles, swaying your hips to the music when you knew he was looking. Your friends were too drunk to notice, which is why it was the perfect chance to try and get him alone. You knew you shouldn’t want to do this with someone right away, but everything about him made your heart, and your heat, tingle every time you saw him.

You almost finished your drink when he stopped and another guy, who was a bit shorter, came on to take his place. You felt sad as you realized his shift must have ended, so you turned back to the bar and downed the rest. You went to leave the bar when you almost walked straight into his strong chest.

“Hey.” He greeted you, giving you a handsome smile

“Oh, hey.” You greeted back, smiling at him.

He leaned forward until his lips were almost brushing your ear.

“I noticed you’ve been eye raping me every time you’ve walked into this club.” He said huskily into your ear.

Your face turned red, but the liquid courage pushed you to respond.

“And, so what if I was?” You asked.

He smirked at you and ran his hand through his soft, blonde locks.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Y/N. What’s yours?” You asked.

“Chris. Everyone calls me Chan, but you can call me Chris.” He said with a smile.

“Hm? Am I special or something?” You asked, your eyes looking directly into his.

“Maybe.” He chuckled, leaning in close again. “I could make you special if you’d like.”

His accent and the way his voice dropped low made heat pool between your legs as you smiled at him.

“Is that so? How would you do that?” You asked.

He pulled you by your hand and led you through the crowd, pulling you into an employee bathroom, which was twice the size of the one they ever so nicely graced the customers with.

He pushed you up against the long sink, pressing his soft, pillowy lips into yours. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you both hungrily kissed each other, his tongue slipping into your mouth and exploring it. You whined as he pulled away.

“You taste like alcohol, you’re drunk. I shouldn’t do this.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“I had one drink.” You protested.

“Still...” He sighed.

You rummaged through your bag and tossed him a party shot you had snuck in.

“Drink that, it has the same amount of alcohol in it that my drink did.” You said.

He looked at it and laughed before popping the cap off and threw it back. He wiped his mouth and shook his head, tossing the small, empty bottle into the trash.

“Fair?” You asked.

“Fair.” He said, crashing his lips back against yours.

You moaned into the kiss as his tongue pushed back into your mouth, winning over the dominance fight. He lifted you onto the sink and pressed himself between your legs, his fingers running up your exposed thighs.

“I always loved when you walked through those doors.” He purred as he pulled away from your lips and left sloppy kisses along your jaw and neck. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So, so beautiful.”

You moaned as he sucked harshly on your collarbone, his hands gripping your waist tightly. He left large, red and purple marks on your chest as his hands went to your thighs, caressing between them with his thumbs.

You tangled your fingers in his blonde locks as he started to suck on your jawline, his hands coming up to pull your boobs out of the top of your top.

“So beautiful.” He purred, dropping his head down to suck on one.

You threw your head back against the mirror and arched your back into his mouth, a soft moan falling from your lips. He smirked as he rolled your nipple with his tongue, his fingers running up your exposed thighs as he pushed your skirt up.

The sounds of him sucking on your nipple filled the bathroom, before he pulled away with a pop and walked to the door, locking it so no one could interrupt the two of you. He walked back over to you and kissed your nipple as he rubbed your core through your thongs.

“So wet.” He groaned, pushing your panties to the side and running a finger up your slit.

You moaned as he slipped a finger past your soaked folds, dipping into your entrance. He caught your lips in a kiss as he curled his fingers up into your g-spot, making you moan into the kiss. He smirked as his tongue fought with yours again, starting to pump his finger in and out of you.

His tongue quickly won the dominance fight, making you whine out as he slid another finger into you, harshly pumping them in and out of you. He pulled away, his eyes watched your face as his fingers pushed into you rapidly.

“So beautiful like this.” He said lowly, sloppily kissing your jaw.

He made his way from your jaw, to your neck, to your chest, until he was down in front of your soaked heat, his fingers still pumping into you. He smirked as he saw your juices dripping out of you and onto the marble sink.

“Damn baby girl, you’re soaked.” He purred.

You whined at the pet name, which quickly turned to a high pitched moan as he attached his lips to your clit. His plump lips wrapped around it as he lightly sucked, pumping his fingers a little slower so you could get used to both sensations. He rolled your sensitive nub with his tongue, swapping back and forth between using his tongue and his lips to roll and suck on it. Your hips bucked into his face, making him grunt.

“Sit still for me baby girl.” He said huskily, pulling his fingers out and gripping your thighs tightly.

He plunged his tongue into your dripping heat, making you moan out, throwing your head back. His tongue lapped at your walls, swirling around and making you see stars. You tangled your fingers into his hair, making him hum into your heat. You moaned out at the feeling of the vibrations against your heat as he sloppily ate you out, the lewd slurping sounds filling the bathroom.

“You taste so good babygirl.” He said in English, his voice low as he took your dress off.

He kissed your lips as he pulled his length out of his tight jeans. Your eyes widened when you saw it, just above average with a delicious amount of girth that’ll be sure to have you whining when it stretched you.

“Think you can handle it baby girl?” He asked, a small smirk on his face as he lifted his shirt over his head.

You nodded as you admired his body, completely ripped and toned. He smirked as he grabbed one of your legs, propping it up on the sink. He grabbed his thick length and ran the tip along your folds, making small sounds from how wet you were.

His eyes met yours as he slid into you, watching your jaw go slack as you whined out from the stretch. He furrowed his brows as he bottomed out and dropped his head on your shoulder.

“So tight.” He groaned.

He grabbed your thighs as he pulled out and pushed back in, making you moan as his thick length rubbed just the right spots. He caught your lips in a kiss as he pulled himself all the way out and pushed himself back in, loud slapping sounds filling the room. You dug your finger nails into his bare back as he gripped your hips tightly, almost painfully, as he pounded into you. Your cries filled the room as he began to pound into your g-spot, making your back arch and your legs shake.

He removed one hand from your waist and rubbed your clit harshly, making your cries turn to almost screams. You were grateful the loud music drowned out what you were up too, but the thought of being caught also excited you.

“You’re being so loud baby, do you want to get caught?” He asked, slowing down his thrusts, but making them sharper.

You whimpered at his question, making him smirk.

“Oh, so you’re a dirty girl huh? Fucking in public and wanting to get caught - shit, you’re filthy.” He groaned, his thrusts picking back up.

His thumb on your clit became harsher as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, making you cry out as your eyes rolled back and you hit your high. His thrusts slowed down as he noticed your legs shaking from your orgasm, keeping them shallow and deep.

“Did you just cum baby? You like being degraded huh? Such a cute little slut.” He grunted, trying to control himself from pistoning away in you and reaching his own high.

When you didn’t respond, he reached out and grabbed your throat, making you whine out.

“I asked you a question.” He growled.

“Y-Yes.” You whimpered.

“Yes what slut?” He asked.

“I love when you degrade me.” You whimpered.

“That’s a good girl.” He said, pulling out of you and turning you around, bending you over the sink.

He played with the skin on your ass, rubbing it softly before landing a harsh slap to the swell of it. You whimpered at the stinging feeling, crying out again when he slapped the same spot harder.

“Such a beautiful ass.” He purred, rubbing the red mark on your ass.

He ran his tip between your folds before shoving himself harshly back into you. You cried out as he began to pound into you all over again, his tip slamming into your cervix at the new position. He held your hip tightly with one hand as he pulled your hips back against his, making you take him as deep as you could.

Your toes curled every time he hit so deeply into you, making you forget everything around you, fucking you into oblivion. The sounds of his hips repeatedly hitting the flesh of your ass echoed so loudly you were surprised no one could hear it over the music, not that you cared.

He grabbed your hair and lifted your head up, making you look into the mirror. Your make up was smeared, red and purple marks adorned your skin, your jaw slack as your eyes met his.

“You look so beautiful baby girl, so desperate for my dick. So fucked out.” He groaned, dropping his head down to kiss along your bare shoulders and your back.

Your cries echoed throughout the bathroom as he lifted himself back up and pounded into you harshly, his hands gripping your ass cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful taking my dick like the little slut you are, your pussy grips me so tightly- fuck, you’re so tight babygirl.” He groaned, his head rolling back on his shoulders.

You cried out as you hit your second high, your whole body shaking, your whimpers making him snap out of it. He slowed his hips down to a halt as he pressed comforting kisses along your shoulders.

“You’re doing so well babygirl. I just need you to hang on a little longer. Just a little longer, I promise.” He whispered into your skin.

You whined when he pulled out and turned you around, your legs feeling like jelly as you fell against him.

“Can you handle more babygirl?” He asked.

You nodded then yelped as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pushed you against the wall as he slid himself back into you. You cried out at the over sensitivity as he began to bounce your hips up and down, thrusting up into your heat as he held you up.

“You’re taking it so well my beautiful slut. So, so well.” He groaned.

He pounded into you, his own legs becoming wobbly as he held you both up. He dropped you back into the sink and pounded harshly into you, making you cry out every time his length entered you again. His groans became more raspy, his dick starting to twitch inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum soon babygirl, where can I cum?” He asked in a deep grunt, thrusting so deeply into you.

“In me- please, I’m on birth control.” You begged. “Please give it to me.”

“Fuck- how can I say no when you’re begging for it like the whore you are?” He asked, hips snapping sharply into you as his thumb attacked your clit again.

Your eyes rolled back again as your back arched, a scream leaving your lips as you hit a harsh high. Your clenching heat around him made him groan out as he pushed deeply into you, cumming harshly.

He rode out your highs, thrusting slowly, but deeply as you both came down from it. He dropped his head on your chest as he stilled his hips, panting loudly. You softly stroked his hair as he recollected himself, pulling himself up and kissing your lips. He looked down where your bodies were connected and let out a small chuckle as he, very slowly, pulled out. His cum dripped down onto the sink as you sighed at the feeling of being empty.

He swiped up some of the cum and pushed it back into you, making you whine, as your walls were still clenching from the over sensitivity. He pushed your panties back over your heat, tucking his length away before he grabbed your dress, helping you slip back into it. He threw his shirt back on and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Lets go back to my place, hm? I’ll cook you up something and get you cleaned up. You can wear something of mine- I’ll put it in the dryer before I give it to you so it’s warm, how does that sound?” He asked with a sweet smile.

“Perfect.” You giggled, leaning into his arm as he walked you out of the club, shooting your friends a quick text.

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cherryblossomflowers · 4 years

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An Old Life Meets A New (Pt29)

Pairing: Jensen x Daughter, Danneel x Stepdaughter, Jared x Niece

Warnings: Slight Cussing, Angst, Fluff, Death Mentioned, Car Accident Mentioned, Anxiety/Depression, Arguing, Panic Attacks, Yelling, Fighting, Sex Mentioned, Child Abuse, Drunk Abuse, Relationship Abuse, Alcohol

Summary: After the recent death of her mother, Harper must adjust to her new life in the Ackles home, this includes a new stepmother, half-siblings, and reconnecting with her father.

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Chapter 29

Jensen and Harper were currently on a flight back to Austin. Jensen was watching a movie the flight was streaming when he felt a weight hit his shoulder. He looked down with a smile seeing Harper fast asleep as she was leaning against him like a pillow.

She must've not slept much last night, thought Jensen.

Jensen shifted so Harper could get more comfortable. A flight attendant walked by and offered a blanket, but Jensen shook his head.

Harper slept the entire flight and Jensen sat as still as he could so she could rest.

When they were landing, Jensen moved his arm to wake her, "Harper? Honey, we're back."

Harper groaned, "5 more minutes."

This made Jensen laugh, "I don't think I can tell the plane to wait 5 minutes, babygirl."

Harper then sat up and rubbed her eyes, "We're already here?"

Jensen nodded, "Yeah, you slept the entire flight. I almost didn't want to wake you," he chuckled, "You still do that cute nose twitch thing when you sleep."

Harper blushed, "I do what?"

"When you're asleep, your nose twitches like a bunny nose. I noticed it when you were younger. I thought maybe you had grown out of it, but I guess not. It's cute."

"It's not cute!" Harper's face was more red than before.

Jensen held his hands up in defense, "You're right, it's not cute," then he whispered, "It's adorable."

Harper crossed her arms and looked out the window, embarrassed of her old sleeping habit. Jensen laid a hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at him.

"I won't tell anyone, you have my word," he said with a smile.

Harper smiled back, "It's okay. I was just messing around."

"Good to know your sense of humor is still there too," Jensen said then kissed her temple.

"Well I'd hope so. I got it from you. Must be why my brain is always in the gutter," Harper shrugged.

Jensen shook his head, "No, you learned that from Jared. Dirty minded giant."

The plane hit the runway and pulled up to the terminal. One by one, people stood from their spots and started to exit the plane. Harper curled into herself and Jensen noticed.

I guess she still has a fear of crowds, he thought.

He wrapped an arm around her, "Why don't we wait until the rest of the passengers get off first? We don't have anywhere to be in a hurry."

Harper nodded and smiled, "Thanks, Dad."

They sat there for a few minutes until the crowd of passengers got off the flight. Then Jensen stood up and helped Harper out of her seat. They grabbed their bags and walked off the plane. They walked out of the gate and down to the entrance of the airport. Once they stepped outside, Jensen pointed to where his truck was and told Harper to follow him.

They got into the truck, Jensen pulled out of the parking lot, and they headed towards home.

On the way, Jensen tried to spark up a conversation, "You know, sooner or later, I'm going to have to teach you how to drive."

Harper laughed, "Good luck. I pretty much gave up the idea after I saw how people drive in New York."

"Well, I hate to tell you, but that's most people in the world no matter where you go. You just have to get behind the wheel and go for it."

Harper looked out the window and smiled, "Let's save that then for another day."

"Deal," Jensen said as he reached for the radio.

When he turned up the volume, Tennessee Whiskey happen to be playing. Jensen looked over and caught Harper's eye. He smiled and turned up the volume more.

It was a moment that seemed frozen in time. A father and daughter driving down a highway, listening to good music with the windows down as the sun began to set off in the distance.

Jensen looked over and saw Harper belting out the chorus and in that moment, after all the chaos they've gone through for the past few days, she looked truly at peace and happy.

When Harper got a glance of Jensen, she smiled, "What are you staring at, Dad?"

Jensen shook his head and kept his eyes on the road, "Nothing. Just my babygirl."

Harper smiled and blushed, "I really did miss you calling me that, you know."

"I'm not going to lie, the first time I said it to your face earlier, it felt like you were 8-years-old again," Jensen chuckled, "Except you grew like 10 feet."

"I'm not that tall, I'm only 5'9". That's average for girls my age," Harper replied.

"Still, you grew like a weed," Jensen laughed.

The drove for a few more miles, and before they knew it they were back at the house. Jensen opened his door to get out, but stopped when he saw that Harper hadn't even moved an inch.

Jensen climbed back inside the truck and shut the door before turning to Harper, "What's wrong?"

Harper looked out the passenger window, "They're mad aren't they?"

"Who’s mad?"

"Danneel. And Uncle Jared. And Aunt Gen," she answered.

Jensen sighed, "Harper, they're not mad. They were worried and concerned. But I called Danneel remember? She's just happy we came back today. And I know Jared, he doesn't get mad at things like this. He's very understanding."

Harper slumped and continued to look out the window.

Jensen laid an arm on her shoulder, "Uncle Jared and Aunt Gen are inside though, and I know they'd love to see that you're okay."

Harper turned to Jensen, "Can I just go straight to my room? Just tell them you grounded me or something."

Jensen shook his head with a smirk, "No, Harper. You need to face this. You can do it. And I'm right there with you. Just explain what happened. I have your back."

She smiled at him, "Thanks, Dad."

They both got out of the truck and Jensen grabbed their bags from the bed of the truck. He had his duffle in one hand, Harper's backpack around his shoulder, and his other arm around her back, ushering her forward.

They got up to the front door, and Jensen opened it wide. Harper walked in first as Jensen held the door for her. He walked in behind and shut the door behind them.

Harper looked up and saw Jared, Gen, and Danneel sitting on the couch. Danneel jumped up and ran over to Harper and Jensen.

"Thank goodness you two are okay," Danneel said as she hugged and kissed Jensen.

"We're all good, Dee," Jensen said as he chuckled.

Jared and Gen stood up and walked over to them as well. They stayed quiet, but they were happy to see Harper and Jensen back from New York.

Jensen bent down and spoke quietly to Harper, "Babygirl, is there anything you want to say to Danneel?"

Harper nodded and took a step forward to meet Danneel, "Dee, I'm really sorry I ran away. It was really stupid of me. I should've just talked with you and Dad. And I'm even more sorry I took money from your purse. I don't care what it takes, I promise I'll pay you back every-"

Harper was cut off when Danneel wrapped her arms around her. Harper was stunned for a moment, confused as to why Danneel just jumped forward to hug her.

Danneel squeezed her gently as she started to cry, "Harper, sweetheart, I don't care about the money. I'm just glad you're safe. I was so worried about you."

"I didn't mean to worry you," Harper replied, "There was something I had to do," she turned to look at Jensen, "But now that I've done it, I feel like I can move on."

Danneel held her at arms length, "I'm glad, sweetheart."

Harper walked past Danneel and to Jared, "Uncle Jared?

Jared bent down to Harper, "Yeah, kiddo?"

Harper hugged him around his neck, "Thank you."

Jared hugged her back, but was very confused, "You're welcome, Harper. But I don't exactly know what I did."

"If you hadn't talked to Dad, he and I wouldn't be as close as we are now. And like I said, you were there when he wasn't. I needed you back then and I need you just as much now," she turned to Genevieve, "And I need Aunt Gen just as much."

Gen smiled, “I’m glad we’re here to help, Harper.”

“Oh and Jared?”

“Yes?” he asked.

“Is there any way you could help me find a therapist? Just someone to talk to about everything,” Harper replied.

“I’m sure we can find someone,” Jared smiled at her.

Just then, JJ, Arrow, and Zeppelin all ran into the room. They ran up to Jensen first and hugged him.

Harper laughed as she turned to the kids, "What? Your sister doesn't get a hug?"

JJ turned around and ran over to Harper, tackling her to the ground. Arrow and Zeppelin ran over and hugged her while JJ held her down.

"Sissy is back!" JJ yelled.

Harper laughed, "Yes, JJ, Sissy is back."

The kids and Harper stayed like that for a while. The adults went to the back porch to sit and chat for a bit. Jensen didn't tell them everything, but he told them about why Harper went to New York.

Jared and Gen went home after a couple hours. Jensen ordered pizza for dinner and Harper suggested a movie night.

And now, the famous final scene was set. Jensen on one end of the couch with Danneel snuggled up to him, Harper on the other end with JJ cuddled up with her, and the twins in the middle all watching a Scooby Doo movie with empty pizza boxes on the coffee table.

Jensen looked over at Harper and smiled. She and JJ were really into the movie, sitting close together and wide eyed. Jensen loved this moment and wished he could hold on to it forever.

A little while later, after JJ and the twins were in bed and Danneel had kissed Jensen goodnight, Jensen made his way to Harper's bedroom.

When he was outside the door, he knocked lightly and cracked the door open, "Harper? Can I come in for a second?"

He received a sleepy reply, "Sure, Dad."

Jensen walked inside and over to Harper's bed. He sat down on the edge and watched as Harper untangled the sheet from her legs.

"What's up?" she asked.

Jensen shrugged, "Just wanted to come check on you."

Harper laughed, "Come to make sure I didn't sneak out?"

Jensen rolled his eyes, "Exactly," he let out a breath, "Harper, I just want you to know something."

Harper laid a hand on his arm, "Dad, with all due respect, I think you and I have had enough of the past today."

He shook his head, "No, not like that," he turned to look at her, "Harper, I am so proud of you. Of who you've become. You're such a strong, independent young woman. You've grown up so much in the last few years. Hell, in the last few days. And you've showed me what it means to be a father. I honestly didn't know if I would ever be a good one, especially when your mom had you. Now I look at you and I see that not only you coming into this world made me a father, but you being in my life makes me a father."

Harper stood on her knees and hugged Jensen, "And you're the best father in the entire world."

Jensen scoffed, "Yeah, right."

"No, I mean it. You really are. You've done everything possible in the last few days to try to make your house my home. You let me do what I want to my bedroom, you remember little things after all these years. I mean, jeez Dad, you came to New York to make sure I was okay. I'd give that the Best Dad of the Year award," Harper said hugging Jensen tighter.

Jensen hugged her back, "I love you, babygirl."

"I love you too, Dad," she kissed his cheek.

Jensen stood from the bed and started walking towards the door, "I should let you get some sleep."

Harper pulled back the covers, "I mean...you could just stay with me tonight."

"Are you asking me to stay with you, Harper?"

She pouted and opened her big brown eyes, "Please?"

Jensen rolled his eyes and walked over to the other side of the bed, "For the record, the puppy eyes does nothing."

"That's not what Uncle Jared told me."

Jensen got under the covers as Harper settled on to her side. Jensen kissed her forehead and brushed her hair back. He rolled over and closed his eyes.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Harper?"

"If it's okay with you," she paused to yawn, "I want to change my last name to Ackles."

Jensen smiled as fresh tears bubbled up in his eyes, "I like that idea, Harper Ackles."

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reckless | dinah drake x lance!reader

a/n: this is kind of based on how i was feeling earlier this week. i lost someone close to me quite a while ago and though i know that grief never stops and it eventually just gets easier to deal with, it still doesn’t make it any less difficult

warnings: death, mentions of assault. brief sexual references at the end

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“Morning, baby.”

“Morning.”

You replied, smiling softly as your girlfriend placed a gentle kiss on your cheek before removing herself from your shared bed.

As Police Captain, Dinah always had to get up early, a lie in a rarity. It didn’t bother you though; you often woke up at the same time, sometimes earlier as you worked in the mayoral office though you weren’t a fan of the current woman in command.

Emily Pollard was both stubborn and narrow-minded; her stance on the anti-vigilante law further proving that. But you had swallowed your pride and worked for her, mainly to keep an eye on her but also so you could sway her on her decision-making.

Though Oliver Queen aka Green Arrow had been turned into somewhat of a martyr by Mayor Pollard, your sister, Laurel, couldn’t be further from that distinction.

After all, she was the beloved Black Canary and Mayor Pollard could never act untoward about that nor to you, lest she face the judgement of the Star City citizens.

So she kept you beside her, allowing you to enlighten her and best suit her decisions for the public.

As you sat up, you contemplated the dream that you had awoken from. It had left you unsettled because, for the first time in a while, you had dreamt of Laurel and she had acted as your Guardian Angel - not any different than when she was alive but it still unnerved you.

You constantly missed your big sister, the ache in your heart a constant reminder but you had a feeling that the loss would be much worse today. Nevertheless, you had to get on with your life, so with a huff, you left the warm bed and started to get ready alongside Dinah.

***

“Hey, beautiful. How’s your day going?”

Dinah asked, as you entered into her office, case files strewn all over her desk. Clearing a space, you placed the food you had bought from Big Belly Burger down on the desk and leaned down to give your girlfriend a kiss.

“Okay. Pollard’s annoying me but what else is new? How about here?”

“A bit busy. But that’s to be expected given the events of tonight. Everyone’s scrambling to make sure the best protective measures are in place.“

Tonight, at City Hall, Mayor Pollard was due to be holding a function. One of the random fundraisers she always hosted, to pretend as if she cared about the Glades and the wellbeing of the people that lived there. She had you running around, double checking everything, which was a good thing as you weren’t idle long enough to dwell on the dream you had had earlier but you could still feel the painful longing.

“Y/N.”

You blinked, looking at Dinah, soda in hand, staring at you with concern.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I lost you there for a second. What’s up?” Her eyes narrowed in question.

You could never hide much from your girlfriend, her detective skills always managing to have you spilling secrets, but this time, you were able to come up with a relative excuse.

“Sorry, nothing. I was just thinking about tonight and what else I have left to do for Pollard.”

It wasn’t technically a lie but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. And whilst you felt bad, you didn’t want to burden Dinah with your thoughts of her vigilante predecessor.

Looking into Dinah’s hazel eyes, you could see a sliver of doubt but she nodded at your answer,

“If you need to get back, we can always catch up later tonight.”

“It’s alright, Dee. I’m just-”

You were interrupted when your phone trilled in your pocket. Sliding the green answer button, you put the phone against your ear and winced.

“Someone has messed up. I did not want Salmon. I said chicken as the appetisers. And the podium has gone. I need it.”

Sighing, you spoke into the phone,

“Yes, Mayor Pollard. I’ll sort it all out for you and reprimand the individual responsible for you. I’ll be in your office in 10 minutes.”

Disconnecting the call, you shoved the phone back into your pocket with a sigh, horrified to feel your eyes welling up.

You quickly blinked them away as Dinah stood up, gently kissing your forehead and then lowering her lips to yours.

Dinah was only ever gentle with you. With anyone else, she was to be feared. Whether that be as the Captain of the SCPD or the Black Canary. But with you, that facade was gone and she allowed herself to feel safe with you which, in turn, made you feel safe with her.

Returning her kiss, you pulled away, “I’m sorry to do this. We’ll catch up later at City Hall.”

“Have fun with Pollard. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

***

Dinah could tell that you were a little off.

Since arriving at City Hall, you had avoided her, although that wasn’t hard because as Police Captain, Dinah was pulled in every direction.

But now, after the formalities of the event, a more relaxed atmosphere took over as drinks were poured and music was played. And Dinah watched as you remained in work mode whilst also drinking a lot. She did worry about your drinking, having been made aware of your sister’s past, but you were always collected, apart from tonight.

Dinah watched as you approached the bar, quickly downing, what looked to be, a Scotch on the rocks.

It was killing her to not be your source of comfort. She just wanted to make you feel better but wanted to know what had caused you to be like this in the first place.

“Hey, Dinah.”

She turned to face Oliver and Felicity, their arms wrapped around each other’s waists.

“Hey guys. Quick question, have you noticed that y/n’s been acting a bit weird today?”

“No, not really.” Felicity answered.

“Why? What’s up?” Oliver asked.

Having grown up with you, Oliver had become a brotherly figure to you and often took care of you; especially when you had lost Laurel and when Sara had left to join the Legends.

“I’m not sure. She-”

Dinah turned back to face the bar but was shocked to see that you were no longer there.

“I-I’ll be right back.”

You staggered into the hallway, your heels loudly clacking against the marble floor. After having rectified all of Mayor Pollard’s issues and successfully dealing with the fundraiser tonight, you found yourself drowning your feelings in alcohol.

You did feel bad because you had been purposely avoiding Dinah but you didn’t know how you could face her without breaking down.

Truth be told, you weren’t doing so well and you didn’t know why today was so bad. It wasn’t as if it was a special day for you to be missing Laurel but the loss felt as bad as it did the day she died.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a strong hand push you against the wall. You looked up to find yourself caged by a man you barely recognised; some politician’s lackey in a suit.

You were too inebriated to properly fight back and when you tried to remove yourself, he pushed you back against the wall.

“Stay still, y/n. Yes, I know who you are. I see you everyday helping that bitch Pollard and I just can’t contain myself around you.”

He leaned in to kiss you, but you, now slowly gaining control of your actions, pushed him away once more.

“Get off of me, you creep.”

You struggled under his harsh grip as he pinned your arms above your head.

“Shut the fuck up. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

“Get off. Let go of me.” You repeated, now trying to thrash against him.

The hold he had on you suddenly relented and you looked up, surprised at what you saw.

“She said, let go of her.”

Dinah’s voice was hard enough to make chills run down your spine and you weren’t even on the receiving end of it.

She punched your attacker, leaving him unconscious and gestured to someone behind her to cuff him. When he was taken away, she stared at you.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head profusely, immediately regretting that decision when your head started to spin.

“What’s wrong, y/n?”

“N-Nothing.”

“You’re lying.” She said, crossing her shoulders over her chest.

“I’m fine.” You said, intending it to come out firmly, but you could hear the defensiveness in your own voice.

“I can handle myself, Dinah.”

“Really? Because I don’t think you can. You’re acting fucking reckless, y/n! You’re never this drunk.”

You winced at her bitter tone.

“Leave me alone, Dinah. Please.”

You walked away, pushing away any attempts of her stopping you, and you went straight back to the bar.

***

As the music played, you felt yourself sober up after being given some food by the bartender.

Your eyes roamed the dance floor when you spotted Dinah talking with Rene and, when you jumped off the stool you were on, you watched as he nodded towards you and excused himself.

You made your way over to your girlfriend who was standing alone, leaning against a pillar.

Standing in front of her, you found yourself too exhausted for words and murmured a simple “I’m sorry’” as you wrapped your arms around her waist and rested your head against her chest.

Her arms, almost unconsciously, immediately unfolded as she held your small form; one hand around you, the other cradling your head against her.

“Y/N? Baby, what’s wrong?”

She gently held your face in her hands and turned your head upwards so you could look at her. She was stunned when she saw tears running down your face.

“Babygirl, you’re scaring me. What is it?”

Wiping away your tears, you sniffled, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. And I didn’t meant to be reckless either. I just-I’m not doing too good today, Dee. I-I’m really missing Laurel and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.”

“Oh baby,” She brought you close to her again, shushing you as you started to sob.

“It’s alright, baby. We all miss people that we’ve lost sometimes. You shouldn’t be sorry for that. I just wish you would have told me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, stop apologising, it’s okay.”

“You’re right. I’m s-”

You stopped yourself when you saw Dinah staring at you with a look you knew too well.

“Come on, let me take you home.”

***

It was the middle of the night and you felt at peace, Dinah having replaced the pain you were feeling with something much more desirable.

She was now asleep, curled up at the other end of the bed and you sighed happily.

You then felt the bed dip slightly as Dinah turned to face you. She gathered you into her arms and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, beautiful.”

Your skin flushed at the endearment term. Even half asleep, her voice was still husky and had the same effect on you.

“I love you too, Dinah Drake.”

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xoxowrestlinggyrl · 4 years

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Same Man

Requested: No

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Dionna, Jon Moxley x Ashlynn

Word Count : 1589

Warnings: Humor & Cursing

Summary: After Ashlynn and Dionna’s tag-team match, they talk about their love lives. The coincidences started piling up to the point they start believing they’re in the relationship with the same man. A plan was made to catch him in the act. The plan immediately backfires on them.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, but I decided to post it now. (Why not? You know). I wanted to get back into the groove of things with a funny one. It’s loosely based off of the song Same Girl. It’s different from what I normally write, honestly. I hope you all enjoy the humor.

"It's really nice to be teaming with you, again, Ash. The last time we teamed together was like 15,000 years ago. In order for that to happen, we got to be vampires." Dionna stated which caused Ashlynn to laugh.

Ashlynn thought about it, "You never know, we could be vampires. Thankfully, we're not glowing like those damn Twilight vampires. They look dumb with the shine the vampires had." She grinned at Dionna, "I'm glad we got the chance to work together again. Especially since I was able to get my hands on Sasha."

"One of these days, The Smurf is going to learn not to mess with the Unpredictable Highflyer. Edna Mode seemed pretty upset too." Dionna referred to Bayley as Edna Mode from the Incredibles.

"That suicide dive we did was sick,"

"Well, I learned it from the best." Dionna packed her clothes into the suitcase. Ashlynn is a legend in her own right. The wrestling fans can agree Ashlynn made a huge mark in the wrestling world. Dionna was a protege of the blonde when she was younger. The dark-haired female would be thankful to make even half the impact Ashlynn made on the community.

"Damn right." The thirty-five year old smirked a bit. "What's been going on with you? Anything new?" Her eyebrows raised both her eyebrows at the Kansan.

Dionna chuckled, "What do you want to know?"

"Ember was talking about some new... Romance in your life. You've been secretive about it. There's no way you're going to be able to get away with it, Dee." She jokingly punches Dionna's shoulder.

"I am going to get Ember." Dionna jokes.

Ashlynn patted her shoulder, "You don't gotta hide anything from me. you know I don't judge." Dionna nodded, she knew Ashlynn never judged. Dionna knew others were going to judge her brewing romance.

"He is in AEW." Dionna told Ashlynn. The blonde's shoulder raised while she looked at Dionna.

"And?"

Dionna's eyebrows raised, "You don't think anything is wrong with it?" She started to become relieved. Her boyfriend is a private person, and she didn't mind being private about her relationship. She didn't feel like it's anyone else's business. Also, she knew management might not be happy that one of their top faces is "sleeping with the enemy".

"It's not, I am with someone in AEW too." Ashlynn said, "We're both keeping it private. As long as he makes you happy, that is all that matters Dee. Who gives a fuck about what management got to say."

"You're right, Ash." She said, "He makes me so happy, he is so goofy, loving and caring. He will take the shirt off of his back for anyone. He is just a bit rough around the edges. That's what I love about him. Whenever he smiles, he smiles so brightly, matching with his bright blue eyes. That's why I call him Bright Eyes." Dionna said. Ashlynn almost immediately did a double take.

"What did you say?"

"He makes me so happy-" Dionna started.

"No, the last part." Ashlynn said.

"I call him Bright Eyes." Ashlynn's eyes widened.

"You're serious?"

Dionna nodded, "What's wrong."

"It's funny because the person you're describing sounds like my Bright Eyes." Ash said.

Dionna laughed, "That can't be possible. I met him when he was in Vegas. There is no way we could be seeing the same guy. Ash looked serious. She really seemed to think this is actually happening.

"I met him in Vegas too."

"Coincidence." Dionna said.

It was obvious Dionna was in denial. Ashlynn wanted to believe what she said was false. It might be, but she had an inkling. She knew this love was too good to be true.

"Show me a picture of him then." Ashlynn insisted.

"Ash..."

"If you're so sure that it's a coincidence, show me a picture of him. I will show you a picture of my boyfriend too." Ashlynn hoped Dionna would agree to this. She knows how stubborn she can get sometimes.

Dionna sighed, "Fine." She said, and she pulled out her phone. As she went through the gallery she found a picture of Dean. She clicked on it before showing Ashlynn. "Here." The blonde's eyes widened in shock and she gasped.

"I can't believe him." She started to pace back and forth. Dionna knew this wasn't good when Ashlynn started to pace.

"What? Ash?" Dionna hoped what Ashlynn thought wasn't true. That means Dean is cheating on her. It breaks Dionna's heart since he is the apple of her eye.

"Look at this picture," Ashlynn showed Dionna a picture of Jon. Dionna gasped, "No, no, no."

"Yes, babygirl. He is fucking playing us." Ashlynn said what Dionna didn't want to hear. Jon is her other half, her soulmate, her match made in heaven. She was wrong. How could he? How could he break so many promises he wished her? Ashlynn felt bad for Dionna since she didn't deserve to be caught up in this mess. Dionna shook her head, she looked pissed.

Dionna was stewing with anger just like Ashlynn. She didn't think Ashlynn deserved the mess either. "We got to catch him in the act. We'll both be able to give him a piece of our mind." Dionna said. Ashlynn smirked.

"That's a good idea, Dee. I couldn't have thought of a better one myself." Ashlynn said. The two women bumped fists. "We're going to plan a date night, and we're going to set up at the same time and place?"

Dionna nodded, "Exactly. Then, he will see the two of us and he wishes he regret the day he tried to play two badass women."

"Operation: Expose Bright Eyes in effect." Ashlynn said.

~ ~ ~

FEW DAYS LATER

The two determined women were dressed up for the date they're going to have with their future ex-boyfriend. Ashlynn and Dionna both invited him to go out to dinner at a restaurant at the same time. Why would he promise to go to both? It didn't make sense... Right? Dionna sat at her respective table as well as Ashlynn.

'Do you think he is going to stand us up?' Dionna sent Ashlynn.

'Maybe, he can't be at two places at the same time.'

'You're right.'

Time started to creep closer and closer. It was about time for their date to start. Ashlynn tapped her foot in annoyance while Dionna's leg shook while waiting for him to come in. Their tables were next to each other's. It's going to make it awkward for him too. After what seemed about a century, Dean walked into the restaurant.

"Reservation for Dionna." Dean said.

"Right this way." The host told him, and he walked with Dean. "Your wife is already at the table, looking so stunning."

Dean looked at him, "She's my girlfriend, and she always does." He grinned. The host got to the table with Dionna. Dionna looked up to see Dean. "Hey, darlin', how are you doing?" Dean asked. He pulled her into a hug. Ashlynn was fuming because Jon acted like he didn't know her at all. His attention was all on Dionna.

"I am good, how are you?" She said.

Jon walked into the restaurant, and he nodded his head at the greeting host. "Reservation for Ashlynn." He said.

The host nodded, "Perfect, follow me. Your beautiful girlfriend is waiting."

"I know, and she's my beautiful girlfriend." Jon still can't believe Ashlynn fell in love with him. While he walked he saw Ashlynn standing up, she looked annoyed. Ashlynn looked shocked when she saw Jon walk to her. "Hello, my lady." He hugged Ashlynn. Then, he pecked her lips. She was frozen in place. "J-J-Jon, look." Ashlynn said.

"What, babe?" Jon searched her eyes before smiling when he saw his twin brother with his girlfriend. Dionna looked over and nearly stopped in her own tracks.

"Oh my God." Dionna said.

"What, Dee?" Dean looked up, and he saw Jon walking over to them with Ashlynn.

"Brooo," Jon said,

"Man.." Dean greeted back, and they hugged. Dionna and Ashlynn looked at each other, and they looked stunned.

"You both are twins?" Ashlynn asked.

"Where is Ashton Kutcher when you need him?!" Dionna asked,

"He's on The Ranch." Jon remarked.

"Is it hard to believe we're twins?"

Ashlynn and Dionna looked at each other.

"It's what you two get for jumping to conclusions." Jon outright said.

"How did you know?!" Ashlynn asked.

"There was no way you both could have known." Dionna said.

Jon and Dean laughed, "It was easy, we figured it out when we were both going to the same place." Dean said.

"Also, you haven't been yourself either Ash." Jon pointed that out. Dean nodded, "Same with you either, Dee." A relief washed over the two women. They felt bad for trying to embarrass their respective boyfriends over suspicions.

"I am sorry," Ashlynn started, "Me too! I am sorry too." Dionna said.

"Forgiven." They said at the same time.

"Come on Ashybear, it's time to enough our date, we will talk about this more later." Jon grabbed Ashlynn's hand. They headed back to their table. "You should know by Ash, I love you so much. I could never do such a thing." He told her.

"I love you too, Mox." She kissed his cheek before they sat down at their table once again,

"Same with you, Sunshine. We're enjoying this date, but we will talk about your shenanigans later." Dean looked at her. Dionna sat down, "I love you,"

"I love you too, Dee."

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squirrelly831 · 5 years

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Long Distant Girlfriend Pregnant [Hoseok and Namjoon]

This is part of the daddy!au. Basically an alternative to how they became dads. So the ocs are the same people they are married to in the au :D

Some of these are canon and I’ll let you know which ones are. In this part Hoseok’s is canon.

Enjoy~

Hoseok

Positive.

Negative.

Elfie’s face paled as she looked at the two sets of tests. “You’re not pregnant, Deja!” She shouted. A loud WHOA MAMA! PRAISE THE LAWD sounded from the living room where her roommate sat waiting for her test. Elfie stared down at her set of tests as dread set in.

“Thank gawd, I’m not preggo. Do you know how scared I got when I missed my period? Wonshik and I are nev–what’s wrong?” Deja entered the bathroom and noticed the stiff look on Elfie’s face. Deja peeked over and her eyes widened, “No way!”

“Yea…”

“But I thought you guys always used protection” she gasped.

Elfie groaned as she felt her stomach turn with nausea. “We didn’t last time– the ONE time we don’t and–and this happens!” Deja squeezed her shoulder for reassurance, but Elfie just sank down to the ground. “How am I going to tell Hoseok? He’ll be gone for another three and a half months– how can” Elfie began to sob.

Deja held her close as she extracted her phone from her pocket and texted their best friend, Naomi, to come over.

When Naomi arrived, she handed her youngest son, Taehee, to Deja. “Where’s Elfie?”

“Bathroom. She won’t come out… When I walked out she locked herself inside.”

Naomi made a beeline to the bathroom and knocked on the door, “Elfie? Love, it’s me.” Naomi got sniffles in response, “Aw, come on, babygirl. You know you can cry to me… Just open up, okay?” She jingled the knob once more only to still feel it locked. Naomi sighed as she sat with her back to the bathroom door, “You know I freaked out when I found out I was pregnant too… I was just finishing school and just started working as a nurse. Hell, I wasn’t even living in the same country as Taehyung at the time too. I even broke up with him when I found out. When he found out, he was so excited. We weren’t married nor had we talked about it. However, the moment he found out, he dropped everything and got a house, bought me a plane ticket, and helped me readjust here.” Naomi giggled at the memory. “I know you’re scared, Elfie, but Hoseok will be ecstatic. You don’t know how many times he whines to Taehyung about how he has a cute little family and how he wants that�� with you.”

There was a click and Naomi moved off the door just as Elfie opened it. Her eyes were red and puffy from tears, “Really?” She hiccuped.

“Oh, come here” Naomi cooed as she held out her hands. Elfie crawled into her arms and Naomi ran her hand through her hair. “Hoseok will be thrilled when you tell him.”

“But the fans–our parents– his boss and the groups.”

Naomi laughed, “What do you mean? Almost everyone minus Sierra has had a kid and we all know with how Namjoon and she is, they won’t be far behind.” She hugged Elfie tightly, “And fuck the fans. The real ones will be the ones who’ve support your relationship. The fakes are the ones no one should care about. What matters is Hoseok and you. This is your baby. Not the world’s and anyone who says different can suck my invisible dick. You’ll be a great mom, love.”

There was a cry from the living room, “NAOMI! HOW DO YOU MAKE HIM STOP?” Deja panicked.

Naomi sighed, “ Now Deja… she’s not ready. No kids in her near future.”

“NAOMI PLEASE!”

Naomi let go of Elfie and the two stood up. “Let’s go help her.” They headed into the living room where Deja had Taehee in her arms that were outstretched from her body. “Honestly–what are you doing to my son?” She tsked.

Elfie laughed as she took Taehee from Deja, “It’s okay, Taetae. Auntie Elfie is here.” She wrapped her arms around the fifteen month old and cooed, “You’re okay. Shhh.” She rocked to boy in her arms.

“See Dee, that’s a mother waiting to happen” Naomi patted Deja’s back. “Make sure Wonshik and you keep it wrapped and protected.” Deja protested as Naomi made her way to Elfie. “You okay?”

Elfie stared at Taehee’s face in admiration, “You think Hoseok and I will have a cute baby like Taehee?”

Naomi let out a loud laugh, “I think you’re more than okay. Let’s be honest, your baby will be touched with sunshine from both their parents.”

Elfie handed Taehee off to Naomi and let out a sigh, “I guess I’ll tell Hoseok when he calls…” Naomi said nothing as she just grinned.

That evening, Elfie waited in bed for Hoseok to call her. She sent him a message earlier in the day to have him call her as soon as he could. However, she knew it wouldn’t be until later as he was in LA. Her phone rang and she swallowed hard as she hesitantly answered the face time call from Hoseok. She swiped her finger to answer and was greeted with his wide mouth grin.

“HI!” He waved with Jungkook, Seokjin, and Taehyung in the room behind him munching on room service food.

“HEY ELFIE!” They waved their chopsticks in hand as they greeted her.

Elfie smiled and waved back, “Hey guys. How’s everyone?” She got cheers in response and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, you said your hellos, I’m going to my room now” Hoseok called out as he headed towards the door ignoring the protests and whines behind him. “Hold on…” He headed to his hotel room and searched his pocket for the key. Elfie let out a mute laugh as she watched him struggle to find it. “Okay! Got it. We’re all good” he unlocked the door and entered the hotel room. He let out a relieved sigh as he threw himself on the bed. The sun’s rays lit up his room, “Morning, sunshine.”

“Morning handsome” Elfie looked down with a shy smile.

“So what’s up? You wanted to talk alone” his voice dropped as he spoke. “Something wrong?”

Elfie’s lips twitched, “That depends on what you think…” she scratched at her neck as she refused to look at the screen. Hoseok sat up and moved up the bed as he waited for her to continue. “I haven’t been feeling good and I’ve been nauseated for weeks, so Deja decided that I should take a pregnancy test…” She sucked in a breath as she looked up. Hoseok held his breath as he waited for her to finish, but she could see the camera shake in his hand. “I took three and they each came out positive–” Hoseok’s lips curved. “I’m going to go to the doctors to be 100% sure, but I’m pretty sure–”

“You’re pregnant” Hoseok finished for her. His lips pulled apart into a large smile. “We’re having a baby…” Hoseok sunk down on the bed and pressed his hand to his eyes. He bit his lower lip as he shook, “I’ve never been so happy” his voice broke as he spoke. Elfie felt her shoulders relax as he spoke. “I love you! Shit, I love you so much! I wish I was there to kiss you because that’s what I really want to do. Ahh” he clenched his chest. “My heart is beating so fast!” Elfie let out a laugh as she watched him. He put the phone down on the bed just as a knock sounded. “I wish I could talk to you about this, but I got to get ready for the interview we have. I love you! I’ll text you.” He held up his fingers in a shape of a heart.

“I love you!” she gave him a finger heart with her thumb and index finger before they blew a kiss to each other and hung up. Elfie threw herself down on the bed and pressed a pillow to her face as she let out a squeal. Her overgrown concern melted and was replaced with excitement. She couldn’t wait to see Hoseok and to see their growing child.

Namjoon

“I want to break up.”

Those words haunted Namjoon ever since his girlfriend, Sierra, of five years told him that over the phone a month and a half ago. He didn’t understand what went wrong. Yes, they were in a middle of a heated argument, one they had been in for some time now, but Namjoon swore that after the tour they could have a face to face to squash the issue once and for all. He was on tour and she had up and moved back to New Zealand, something he found out after he asked his sister to check on Sierra.

As much as he tried not to show it, fans knew something was wrong. His brow was more sunken than usual. His smile looked fake or forced. It didn’t take long for rumors to spread what was wrong. That’s when Sierra’s mom, Mama K, decided enough was enough.

While on tour, he received a text from Mama K to call her and he didn’t hesitate to reach out. Her mom had always been the one to help mend anything between the couple and if she was willing to talk to him he wasn’t going to overlook it. He pressed his phone to his ear as he heard the rings of the phone connecting.

“Hey my cute son-in-law!” Sierra’s mom greeted happily.

Namjoon’s heart twisted painfully, “Hi ma’am… Guess Sierra didn’t tell you.”

“Now you know I don’t like ma’am. Not from you, son. And my daughter is just emotional.” She paused, “Do you have time to talk?” There was a seriousness in her voice.

Namjoon looked around the set, “I’m on set right now, but I can talk.” He walked a bit away from his members. “Sierra blocked me on the phone. I didn’t know what I did wrong.”

Mama K tsked, “That girl– she’s been an emotional wreck since she got home. I tell her to communicate and she shuts down.” She pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. “Sierra wasn’t going to tell you because you’re an idol–but I’ll be damned if I let my son in law not know what’s going on.” Namjoon’s lips felt dry as he pressed the phone closer to his ear. “She’s pregnant. I’m not defending her actions, but I know how I was when I was pregnant. .”

Namjoon’s heart stopped, “What?” His stutter caught the others attention. “She’s–then why?” His free hand clenched as he swallowed hard. “Why did she leave and not tell me?”

“She thinks you’re better off–”

“That’s bullshit!” His voice rose and he took a breath, “Sorry… That was rude of me.”

Mama K let out a laugh, “I knew you would say that and I told her that, but you know how she is.”

Namjoon shook his head, “She’s as stubborn as a mule.”

“Just like her mama” she chuckled. Her chuckles died down, “I’m not telling you this to make you feel guilty, Joonie” her nickname towards him made him relax. “I want my daughter and you to be happy. If you don’t want to be part of this baby’s life that is your choice.”

“I want to be–Mama K, I love her” he choked on his words as he tried to keep his voice steady. Seokjin called for Namjoon as they prepared to record and Namjoon bit his lip.

“You deal with your tour right now, Joonie. I’ll keep an eye of Sisi until you can come see her, okay?”

Namjoon let out a sigh, “Thank you. Tell her I love her. I really love her and I want us to work.”

“I’ll let her know. Don’t be surprised if you get a message from her some time soon. I love you, Joonie! Knock your tour dead!” Mama K blew a bunch of kisses before she hung up.

“Hey, hyung, you ready?” Jungkook ran over to Namjoon just as he hung up his phone and looked down at it. Namjoon looked up at Jungkook with a conflicted look. “Hyung?”

Namjoon said nothing not trusting his own words as he walked away from Jungkook and off the set to cool down from the conversation.

True to Mama K’s word, Namjoon found a text from Sierra asking for him to call her when he could. His legs almost gave out on him when he saw her text. He waited until he got to the hotel after the concert and immediately called her. Namjoon cared about nothing else than hearing her voice. He wanted nothing more that to talk to her. To tell her how much he loved her and how much he wanted her.

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talatomaz · 5 years

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divided pt.ii | team arrow x lance!reader

a/n: this was too long so i had to split it into 2 parts. i also tweaked the powers a lil bit

warnings: mentions of death/blood

word count: 2.1k

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r is a lance!sister aka baby!lance and has the powers of teleportation. she works with team arrow but is also in a relationship with dinah. she has always been loyal to ota as they’re her family but when they betray dinah, rene and curtis...who’s side will she take? the love of her life or her family?

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“Y/N?”

You were currently standing in Felicity’s apartment alongside the OTA and NTA. After the disastrous events that followed yours and your father’s rescue, Rene, Dinah and Curtis had formed their own team which left you in between the two teams.

OTA had asked you all to meet them so they could discuss the situation. Oliver had apologised for his actions and wanted to start with a clean slate. NTA had unanimously declined but that wasn’t an opinion you shared.

You walked over to stand beside OTA, looking back at your girlfriend. You opened your mouth to apologise before being interrupted by Dinah.

“I told you, y/n. What’s right for you.”

She said matter-of-factly as your mind flashed to a couple of weeks prior.

You teleported outside Dinah’s apartment, not wanting to walk there. You had just left the bunker, Oliver reluctantly letting you go and you felt exhausted. Raising your hand to knock on the door, it was almost instantly opened by Dinah. Her look of anger softening at the tears in your eyes.

She ushered you into her apartment and led you to her sofa where you both sat. Your voice not strong enough to speak, you wrapped your arms around you, rocking yourself. Dinah immediately gathered you into her arms and you allowed the tears to fall.

“I‘m sorry. I didn’t know.”

She soothed you as she cradled you against her chest, gently shushing you as you murmured your apologies.

When you had finally quietened, you stayed still in her arms until Dinah pulled back so she could place her hand on your cheek, lifting your face up to stare at her.

“I don’t want this to make you upset. You have to do what you have to do. I will accept your choices, y/n. That is what a relationship is. We support one another. If you decide to go back to Oliver, then okay. You do what’s right for you.”

***

“Oh great, are you going to tell me not to out Oliver too?”

Laurel turned around as you approached her, the court having just taken a break.

Oliver was currently on trial for being the Green Arrow and Laurel had been called as a witness. A worry to everyone, to say the least.

“No. Honestly,” you added when she raised her eyebrows in disbelief,

“I just wanted to say that I get that you’re in an impossible situation. You can either tell the truth which protects you but Oliver is convicted or you could lie which helps us but puts you in danger.”

“A way to sum it up, y/n. And you think I should be more like your Laurel and say-“

“No, Laurel.”

You sighed, “I know you’re not my Laurel. You and her are different people. I would never expect you to be like her because you aren’t her. You can only be yourself. As much as I love Laurel, she wasn’t perfect. Seriously.” You said when Laurel frowned.

“She used to say once you let the darkness inside, it never comes out. She had her own secrets, as do you. It’s not black and white. I don’t expect you to be one or the other.”

“Why are you even telling me this? Dinah’s not gonna be happy.” Laurel deflected, crossing her arms.

“Yes, you killing Vince strained our relationship but we worked through it. To paraphrase what someone close to me said, You have to do what you have to do. I will accept your choices, because that is what friends do. You have to do what’s right for you.”

“Y/N. Laurel.”

The both of you looked back at Dinah and Diggle who were standing outside the court doors. They told you that the court was back in session so Laurel walked past you but stopped when you grabbed her arm.

“Whatever mess Ollie is in right now is his own doing. He knew this was a possibility the moment he first put on that hood. Don’t worry about him. And you’re right, you’re not my Laurel but you are Laurel Lance. I am your sister and you are mine. You being from another Earth doesn’t change that.” You said fiercely.

The blonde nodded and the two of you walked back into the court room.

***

“Hurry.”

Using your powers, you teleported the team and the FBI to the abandoned building where Diaz was holding Laurel and Quentin.

After Laurel had testified that Tommy Merlyn was the Green Arrow, therefore exonerating Oliver, she had been taken by Diaz. Your father had agreed to meet him to get her and got himself kidnapped too in the process. But you were able to track him through his pacemaker so you teleported all of you there.

As the others ran to find them, you remained in place and focused on your heart. You knew you’d be able to find your family quicker that way.

Locking onto your father’s heartbeat, you teleported into a metal cage and saw a gun raised in the air.

“2...1...”

“NO!”

A gun shot rang out as you pushed your father aside and jumped in front of him and Laurel. Falling to the ground with a groan, white hot pain seared through your body and you clutched your stomach but blood quickly coloured your hands.

“Y/N!”

Laurel and Quentin shouted in shock as they clambered to your side. Then you all looked up to see Diaz gone and Dinah in his place.

“Oh my god,” she gasped before looking at Laurel.

“Dee, please.”

You uttered, wordlessly begging her not to resume the feud between her and your sister. You watched as she raised her weapon and pulled Laurel’s sonic dampener off her neck.

You felt yourself being lifted in your father’s arms, Laurel and Dinah on either side, using their screams to defeat the bad guys.

Once you were out of the building, your father quickly but gently laid you on the hospital bed in the ambulance. The car engine came to life as it sped away, the sirens filling the air but slowly fading away.

Opening your eyes, you were surprised at your surroundings.

You were in your apartment that you had shared with Laurel. Sitting upright, your hands flew to your stomach as you lifted your shirt to see the wound but were shocked when you felt nothing but smooth skin.

“Y/N?”

You stood up from the sofa and stilled at the familiar voice. You slowly turned around, not believing your ears. When your eyes fell upon them, they widened as your jaw dropped.

“L-Laurel?”

The blonde smiled and you realised exactly which Laurel she was.

“Oh my-You’re my Laurel.”

“Hi, babygirl.”

At the use of your nickname, you ran towards your sister and launched into her arms, tears running down your face.

“God, I missed you. Wait, how am I here? Am I dead?”

You asked, arms wrapped tightly around Laurel, as if scared that the moment you let go, she’d disappear.

“You’re not dead, honey. This is the world between worlds. Your safe place. You’re in a coma and your mind is here but your soul and body are in the hospital.”

Resting your head in the crook of Laurel’s neck, you hugged her once more, still not believing she was here.

“I miss you so much, Laurel. When I see Black Siren everyday, it just makes me miss you that much more.”

“Speaking of which, how is my doppelgänger?”

“She’s not evil if that’s what you’re asking. She used to be but I think she’s just conflicted. You two actually have a lot in common.”

“Y/N Lance, always seeing the best in people.”

“Me and Black Siren have gotten quite close recently...” You said warily, your smile faltering.

At this, Laurel cupped your cheek, tilting your head upwards, so you could look into her eyes when you shyed away,

“Baby, she’s not me. She’s a completely different person. And from what I’ve seen, she cares about you too. This whole parallel worlds thing messes with my head but I think you need someone.”

“You have Dinah on one side, who is doing great as the Black Canary by the way, and Black Siren on the other. I may not be physically with you, well, I am technically.”

She laughed before continuing,

“What I’m trying to say is, is that it’s okay if you want to get to know her. I’m still with you, wherever you go.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“You have to, babygirl...You have a world you have to get back to.”

“I don’t want to live in a world that you’re not a part of. I-I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m always with you.”

She took off her necklace and put it around your neck. Then she placed her hand on your chest, over your heart and you covered her hand with yours and squeezed in longing.

“No matter where you go, I will always be by your side.”

She placed a kiss on your forehead and wrapped her arms around you once more before you felt yourself slipping away.

“I love you, Laurel.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

***

“I’m sorry. We tried everything.”

Dr Schwartz solemnly said as tears fell down everyone’s faces.

CRASH

Everyone ran towards the hospital door and were surprised at what they saw.

It was you. Or was it?

You were laying in the bed, eyes closed, seemingly dead...or unconscious at the very least. But there was another you, like a projection, that was currently fighting Diaz in the room.

He had you pinned against the wall, hand around your throat, when you faded away and materialised again, now out of his grip.

“This is for shooting me.”

You kicked him in his groin causing him to keel over in pain.

“And this is for kidnapping my family.”

You swung at his head, successfully knocking him unconscious as he slumped to the ground.

You looked up at the door where everyone was stood, including Sara, and you opened your mouth to speak when you noticed the FBI agent.

“Well, cuff him. He’s not gonna stay down forever.”

Once Diaz was handcuffed and escorted out of the room, you felt yourself fade away again.

Then you, the you in the bed, woke up in a rush, lurching to sit upright. You blinked hard when the room span, and again when there was a sharp pain in your side. You had forgotten that you had been shot.

“What the-“

Rene stopped himself from letting out a curse.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Sara said.

“Neither did I. Astral Projection...Cool.”

Sara, Quentin and Dinah walked to the side of your bed, each of them hugging you but taking care not to touch your wound.

“God, what is it with us Lance’s and stomach wounds?” You laughed but cringed when a sharp pain ran through you.

“Hey, where did you get that?”

“I gave it to her.”

Laurel replied to Felicity when she pointed out the necklace around you.

Glancing down, you smiled and looked back up at Laurel. It was the exact same necklace that your Laurel had placed around you earlier.

“You and my Laurel really are similar. It’s a long story.” You added when everyone’s eyebrows were raised in question.

“So...what’d I miss?”

Your family caught you up on everything that happened when you were in the hospital and you explained that your projection teleported Diaz to you after you had focused on your wound that he had caused.

Soon enough, everyone was laughing together and you couldn’t help but smile because it had been a while since you all were this happy.

“Are we finally done with the fighting? I don’t want to choose between you all.”

“Yes, we’re done. All we care about now is you.”

Dinah said, tenderly kissing your lips but with a ferocity that usually comes with almost losing someone you love.

Pulling away from the kiss, you smiled against her lips when she touched her forehead against yours before straightening beside you.

“Thank God. I love you all. But that feud was ridiculous. So...now that Diaz is gone, what’s next?”

The moment the words left your mouth, a figure appeared, dressed to the nines in weird space-type clothing.

You and the rest of your family looked at the man in concern when Oliver shouted, “Who the hell are you?”

“I am Mar Novu and there is a malevolent force at work, one driven by a singular goal. The destruction of all there is. The time for preparation has passed.”

“The Crisis is now upon us all.”

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