#they kissed in the computer lab TRUST

[shmules]

hello charwhit nation

[ju1cyfru1t]

affectionate (rise! donnie x reader)

ROTTMNT x Reader

Donnie is in a particularly affectionate mood and the reader is scared.

fluff! :D, gn reader (you/yours is used), established relationship, romantic

“Heyyyy, Donnie!” You greeted your boyfriend in his lab and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind while he sat at his desk, typing on his computer.

Donatello jumped slightly, but sighed in relief when he realized it was just you. “Ah, hello, my dearest Y/N.” He leaned back into your touch and reached his hands up to hold your hands that were resting on his shoulders.

…wait, he did what?

“My dearest? Uh…” You stared down at him with surprise and concern, “are you good, D?”

“Of course I am,” Donnie smiled, “How could I not be when you’re here?”

“Woah, what?” You withdrew your arms, taking a step back. This was NOT your normal Donatello.

“What?” He spun his chair around to look at you with furrowed (drawn on) eyebrows.

You looked him up and down, “are you feeling ok?” You pressed the back of your hand against his (XL) forehead.

“I’m not fevered, if that’s what you’re asking.” Donnie sighed, taking your hand off his head and holding it in his own.

You stared down at your hand in his, then back up to him, “Did you- did you hit your head or something?”

“What? What are you talking about?” Donnie tilted his head.

“Nothing…” You looked at him skeptically, “Anyways…how’s your day going?”

“Fine, I suppose.” Donnie sighed, “Lonely, without you here. I missed you.”

“Huh?” Your jaw dropped for a moment before you narrowed your eyes at him, “did Leo put you up to this?”

“Scoff. We both know Leonardo is NEVER putting me up to anything.” Donnie scoffed, “And anyways, is it ok so unbelievable that I missed my beloved (s/o)?” He looked up at you tenderly and took your other hand in his, bringing it to his lips and pressing a sweet kiss to it.

“What’s wrong with you?!” You snatched your hand back.

Donnie looked offended and hurt with a hand over his heart, “ME? What’s wrong with you?”

“You’re scaring me!” You gasped, throwing a hand over your mouth, “Oh my god, you’ve finally cracked.”

“How?!” Donnie laughed, incredulous.

“How-…why are you being…so affectionate?” You narrowed your eyes at him again but your tone was softer now.

Donnie thought for a moment, “Huh. I don’t know.” He narrowed his eyes back at you, “But fine. Trust me, it won’t happen again.”

“No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that!” You took his hand back in yours, squeezing it. “It’s just…not like you. I’m not used to it, I’m sorry.”

Donnie frowned, “Oh. I see.”

“Not in a bad way!” You laughed nervously, “I like you the way you are, even if you’re not always affectionate…of course, I like when you are too, though.”

“Good to know.” Donnie grinned and stood up, gently pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

You stayed like that for a while and just enjoying each others presence in silence; a rare, special, intimate moment.

“Sooo…you wanna get pizza?”

“Pfft- You don’t even have to ask, my dear.”

[jadeshifting]

— ONE ( boring ) DAY IN MY LIFE LIVING ON JURASSIC WORLD

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5:30 AM .　　. 　 ˚　. the soft glow of dawn filters through the curtains of the modest cabin nestled just on the edge of Jurassic World’s sprawling jungle. i stir beneath the blankets, the distant, guttural calls of the velociraptor pack pulling me from the dream i was having. the morning air is crisp, tinged with the scent of dew-kissed foliage and earth. i rub the sleep from my eyes and slip out of bed, the worn wooden floor cool beneath my feet

6:00 AM .　　. 　 ˚　. the cabin is teeming with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and i pour myself a mug and step outside onto the small porch. Jurassic World and the island are waking up—birds chirp, and the distant roar of a tyrannosaurus echoes like thunder through the misty canopy. my dad, Owen Grady, is already up, and he’s doing a little bit of work in the small vegetable garden by the side of the cabin. he nods good morning at me, and i wave back

6:30 AM .　　. 　 ˚　. wearing my beat-up park uniform, i head to the raptor paddock. the walk through the jungle is a symphony of rustling leaves and distant dinosaur calls. as i approach, i hear Blue, the lead raptor, chirp in recognition. my bond with the pack is palpable, built on literally years of mutual trust and respect. i greet each of them in turn, their scales glinting in the early morning light, their eyes sharp and intelligent

7:00 AM .　　. 　 ˚　. training begins. dad isn’t far behind me, and i assist him with the morning routine, guiding the raptors through their exercises. it’s a combination of hand signals and verbal cues, my movements confident after so much time spent dealing with them. the raptors respond with precision, their bodies moving with a predatory grace. it’s all trust and understanding, a daily ritual that reinforces the balance between human and dinosaur—kind of like reminding a stubborn employee that you’re their boss, and you have their best interest at heart (and begging them please don’t eat you)

8:00 AM .　　. 　 ˚　. with training complete, i head back to the main park complex for a quick breakfast. the cafeteria buzzes with the hum of employees gearing up for the day. i grab a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit, sitting for a while to enjoy the brief respite before i dive into my next set of the day’s responsibilities

9:00 AM .　　. 　 ˚　. i settle into the research lab, poring over data collected from the raptor pack. i meticulously log their behavior patterns, noting any changes or anomalies. my fingers dance across the keyboard, the hum of the computers blending with the distant chatter of scientists and researchers. the lab smells faintly of antiseptic and paper, a stark contrast to the wildness outside

10:30 AM .　　. 　 ˚　. next on the agenda is a down-low talk with a few members of the park’s administrative team—see, i’m not technically supposed to be involved in official park business, but i present my findings, and discuss the implications of the raptors’ behavior on park operations and guest safety. my voice is steady, my insights are sharp. it’s a testament to years of living and breathing the intricacies of Jurassic World, and the reason why i’m allowed to weigh in at all

12:00 PM .　　. 　 ˚　. lunchtime rolls around, and i take my sandwich outside to the open air. i find a quiet spot outside the park, by a small pond, the water reflecting the lush greenery around me. the scent of tropical flowers mingles with the faint musk of the jungle, and i eat peacefully, the occasional flutter of wings or distant dinosaur call my only companions

1:00 PM .　　. 　 ˚　. back at the raptor paddock, i conduct individual check-ups on each raptor. i examine their claws, check their teeth, and ensure they’re in peak condition. the raptors tolerate my presence with a mix of curiosity and familiarity, their eyes watching my every move. sometimes they’re calmer with me than they are with my dad—they’ve known me since i was a toddler, after all. if they attacked me, it would be like trying to chow down on the kid you’ve been babysitting since they were born

3:00 PM .　　. 　 ˚　. the afternoon is dedicated to guest interaction. i lead a small group of visitors on a guided tour, rambling about the raptors and the vital role they play in the park’s ecosystem. my voice is animated as i go on and on about the prehistoric world to my captivated audience, even more invested in it myself than they are. it’s Jurassic World, after all—it never gets boring to me

5:00 PM .　　. 　 ˚　. as the sun dips lower in the sky, i return to the cabin. the jungle is bathed in a golden glow, the air thick with the scent of impending rain. dad and i prepare dinner together, grilled fish and some assorted roasted vegetables, with herbs from the garden. it’s simple—neither of us are exactly culinary masters

6:30 PM .　　. 　 ˚　. i hang out with dad while we eat dinner together in the cabin. he laments the absurd requests the investors have for the dinosaurs, and i tell him about the notes i took on the raptors. it’s an uneventful, good dinner

8:00 PM .　　. 　 ˚　. after cleaning up, i unwind with a book on prehistoric ecosystems, the flickering lantern on the front porch casting shadows on the walls through the window. the sounds of the jungle lull me half to sleep, the distant calls of dinosaurs a familiar lullaby as i thumb through my book

9:30 PM .　　. 　 ˚　. i step outside one last time before bed, the night air cool against my skin. the stars twinkle above, the jungle never quiet and instead roaringly alive with nocturnal sounds. i watch the property and listen to all the island’s sounds before i retreat back to my bedroom for the night

10:00 PM .　　. 　 ˚　. snuggled up under a fuzzy blanket AND a quilt, i drift off to sleep. it was a normal day, fulfilling—boring is preferable to scary, i think. the line between past and present blurs here, and it can be easy to lose track of time when every day is a new chapter in Jurassic World’s story

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[sugaimhome]

back it up  - myg

pairing: producer yoongi x female reader (established relationship)

genre: smut, fluff

mdni!

summary: after a long day of work, yoongi tries to find a way to make the both of you relax, what better than recording your moans to go on his backing track. 

warnings: yoongi is lowkey a workaholic but will do anything for reader, spanking, overstimulation if you squint, unprotected sex, recording of moans, little bit of dry humping, dom! yoongi, dirty talk, they should totally get married, the softest yoongi ever

Yoongi was fed up with work. He’d woken up at the same time as you this morning, had gotten ready alongside you, he even had breakfast. He’d kissed you before you left, smacked you on the arse as you walked out the door. Then he tried to work. He had worked for ten hours and had nothing to show for it. Ten hours of reshaping the same song again and again, but it wasn’t right, would never be, there was something missing that he couldn’t quite figure out.

Sitting on the sofa, feet up just waiting to hug you the second you got in, Yoongi contemplated all of this. He thought about the missing part to the track, and how he would need to figure it out soon, the two of you relied on his income, without it you wouldn’t be able to afford this place. Yoongi didn’t want to let you down. He couldn’t seem to be able to move on from the song either, his brain was totally stuck on it.  

He’d show you. You, with no musical knowledge would have the answer. He’s shaking his leg anxiously when the door opens and you step in, your bags weighing you down completely. You'd taken more shifts. Because of him, because he couldn't sort his shit out. He rushes to you, taking your bags and kissing you on the forehead, if he had the choice, you'd never suffer that stupid job again. Selfless when it comes to Yoongi you ask "how did it go today?" an understanding smile on your face, this wasn't a ridicule it was a kind question, to show you cared, hadn't given up on him.

Instead of disappointing you, Yoongi takes your hand "I want to show you."

Your face lights up, he felt bad for giving you hope, but he was so convinced you knew the answer. You wash your hands, wiping them on the towel before following Yoongi upstairs. 

The genius lab sign seemed to be a little bit of a joke as he opened the door, he was no genius these days. But you had gotten him that sign, you trusted him. 

Leading you through the door, he takes prime seat on his chair, holding your waist to lead you onto his lap where he cages you between his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder to view his computer. Setting up the speakers, making sure they're not too loud for you after a long day at work, he pulls up the file. You look at it in awe, unsure how all the layers and levels work. Proudness consumed his body.

As the beat shakes the floor, Yoongi holds onto you tight. Pulling your ass onto his crotch, he leans back for a moment just to look at the way your bodies fitted together. When his voice starts playing over the track, he almost wants to turn it off straight away. There was no way this was good enough. You don't say a thing, only sucking in a breath when his laugh cuts all the music and vocals. That was a good reaction at least. He'd spent five hours getting that laugh right. You tap a foot to the beat, leaning back against him as you watch the track run across the screen. Yoongi is glad when it's over.

"Oh my goodness Yoongi,'' you say, and instantly Yoongi assumes the worst.

"It's bad?" He asks you, frowning.

"No! No! just so vulgar" You raise your eyebrows at him. You hadn't missed the sexual references. He hadn't intended for it to be so sexual but that's how it ended up. Maybe that's what was wrong with it. "I really like it, Yoongi, but maybe there's something missing?"

Damn. He's not mad, but he had hoped you would have more than that. "Maybe it's a beat or something in the backing track, considering it's so sexual, maybe it needs to be slower? or add more laughs in?" 

He looks at you wide eyed. "I like that idea." he kisses you on the neck "thank you for listening, love."

You almost melt into his touch, sighing as his hands caress your body. "Go have a shower, clean off and cool down, okay?" He says to you, "I've got a surprise for you when you come out."

You giggle, not knowing what this surprise was. Happy nonetheless, and Yoongi wonders what he did right to have a living ball of light like you to brighten his darkness. 

Walking away, swaying your hips on purpose Yoongi tries his very best to ignore you, focusing on his computer and slowing down his voice and the track. It was much better, but he would have to re-record his voice later, though it seems you were right. Though slower and definitely fitting the vibe better, the backing track now felt empty. He facepalms. He’d have to re-work the backing track and his vocals.

Just as he contemplates opening up his microphone, you appear in the doorway, hair wet, tits pressing against a thin nightgown you had put on after your shower. “Yoongi, need you to come hug me.” you say, and you would always come before his work, so leaving his computer and set up open he heads towards you. Grabbing you gently around the thighs he prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist. You do, and as you hug into his neck, he carries you down the stairs, being careful not to trip and hurt you. 

“Long day?” he asks, though fearful of your answer, your extra hours were proving to be the bane of his existence. 

“Just busy, would have been the same no matter how many hours I worked”

He’s laying back on the sofa now, letting you lay against his chest. “I am sorry” he admits, just saying what he had been thinking.

“Don’t apologise Yoongi, I really don’t mind” 

He strokes your hair, running a hand though the wet strands. He lived to comfort you. “I’ll sort it out soon, I promise.”

Yoongi knows he will do anything. “I would work 23 hours a day Yoongi, but as long as I got to spend the other hour with you, it would all be worth it.”

He really needed to sort his shit out. Though, until he could do that, he thought of another way to make it up to you. “Let me help you relax,” he says. All you do is hum, running a finger over his bicep. “Wanna make you feel good” In response to this, you move slightly against his crotch. Hissing, he shifts his hips to rub against your core. “Want you moaning around my cock.” 

You hum again, though this time it’s more of a moan. Heat rushes to his core.

“Whose cock are you gonna moan around?” he asks, halting his dry humping until you respond. 

“Gonna moan because of Yoongi.”

Proud, he starts moving again, then he freezes. Moaning. 

A slowed version of his song. With moaning in the background. Not a lot, but enough to make it obvious to someone who knew how to please, or had been pleased.

“Y//N” he says, and you whine. “How do you feel about recording your moans”

Instantly, your head snaps up to look him in the eyes. With your chin on his chest he can’t help but miss how tired you looked. “Huh”

“The song. I think that's the answer.”

“And you want my moans on the track?”

His eyebrows shoot upwards, “why wouldn’t I. You’re my girlfriend.” 

“My moans aren’t very pretty.” you tell him, and he wants to call you a fool.

“Your moans are the prettiest moans I have ever heard.” he says, rocking his hips back up into yours again, your eyes go wide.

“Yeah, we can record my moans, if you make me feel good enough.” you taunt him.

“Do you doubt my ability, love?” he replies to you, his little brat. You shake your head, suddenly compliment after your previous comment.

Carrying you back up stairs he kicks his foot against the genius lab door, it swings open as you grind yourself against him, your dress has ridden up and your smooth thighs are all he can see. God, he's so drunk on you, he hasn't yet figured out how he's going to do this though. He hits the microphone button with his hand, it opens up and a new recording starts. Now he needed to find a way to get you comfortable where the microphone would pick up on all your little sounds. "I'll be alright like this Yoongi" You tell him when you see him faffing about.

Here, is bent over the microphone, mouth practically on the soft foam, legs slightly open, hands on the desk in front of you. "Fuck this is hot" he tells you, instantly dropping to his knees and lifting your dress up around your waist.

As always, when he sees your cunt, his jaw drops to the flaw. You are so beautiful. He would always be amazed when he saw you. Then it hits him that you're not wearing any pants. "Little slut" he calls you and he watches you shift on your feet.

"Only for you, Yoongi." You respond and Yoongi is more turned on than he'd like to admit when he realises all of this will be recorded, not just your moans but your words for him. Knelt on the ground behind you, he watches your entrance glisten as he parts you with his fingers. 

"So wet for me Y/N"

Moaning in response, you struggle to hold yourself up as he presses one finger against your clit and one against your entrance, slowly pushing it inside of you. Your body makes squelching sounds as he enters another finger, then fucks them into you. Every time he pushes back into your pussy the wetness can be heard throughout the room, the sound definitely picked up by the microphone. Yoongi just sits and watches your ass jiggle everytime his palm presses against it. When you begin to uncontrollably moan, he stops, knowing you're close to orgasm.

"Yoongi-" you begin.

"You know the rules, only around my cock" he says, standing up and gripping your waist to press his clothed, hard cock against your ass.

He unzips his trousers, pulling them down and stepping out of them, his cock bounces up and hits him in the stomach. Yoongi hisses through his teeth at the freedom. 

There was no way he was going to give you the satisfaction of fucking you straight away, so he presses his palm against the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing it in his hand. He raises it into the air and brings it back down quickly.

He would find a space in his song for the sound of his hand hitting your ass, and the moan you let out even if he had to redo it completely. Smoothing his hand over the reddened skin he comforts you until the skin has calmed down, then he does the same on the other side. The sound music to his ears. This time, your moan is almost a short confined scream. Damn.

He'd have this recording to play back for himself whenever he wanted. At the tip of his fingers. He slaps your ass three more times on each side, sending you flying forward each time until there's tears falling down your face.

"Are you okay, my love, do you need to use the safe word?" He asks, his number one concern is always how you were feeling with the situation, but you shake your head, happy to carry on.

The weight of his dick in his hand is a gentle release, he was immensely hard and horny and desperately needed to be buried to the hilt inside your cunt. "All this cunt just for me."

"I'm all for you Yoongi." You sigh, compliant to his need to possess you, to make sure the world knew you were his. As an artist, he had to share many moments of his private life, but he would never share you. He grabs your waist, his nails digging crescents into your skin. His cock rests against your ass, sitting snugly between your reddened cheeks. He could orgasm just like this, but it wasn't about him, it was all about you. It was always about you. 

Gripping the base of his cock he glides it though your folds, you sigh, moaning into the microphone. Everytime he entered you, even if he did it three times a day, would be exactly like the first time for him. The two of you were made for each other, he fits inside of you so well and you squeezed his cock so wonderfully. He felt so comfortable inside of you, and he knew that you felt the same. "Fucking hell, I love you Y/N" is all he can manage to say before he's thrusting his hips into you, deep and slow, threading a hand though your hair to make sure he could hit the deepest spots inside of you. This was making love roughly, the way he held you so hard it hurt, compared to the gentle but deep thrusts of his cock against your walls. Everytime he bottoms out, you moan sweetly into the microphone, he almost forgot that that's what all of this was about. Your moans on his track everyone would know you were his.

He fucks you deeper, loving the way your pussy fluttered around his cock, he could tell you were close, moaning every time he pushes into you. “Are you gonna cum around my cock?” he asks, dying to feel you milk him of his cum. When you don’t reply, he spanks your ass once, kneading the skin afterwards.

“I’m close Yoongi” you moan “I love your cock.”

That was going on the track. Maybe he’d change professions and become a porn star. 

When you cum, you let out such a guttural moan he’s not sure if it's the most perfect moan to add to his track, or if it's just too vulgar, you weren’t over exaggerating as you came around him, your walls clenching him into your pussy as he came as well, shooting his cum as deep into your pussy as he could manage. He pulls out, loving the way both of your juices coated his cock. “Even our cum looks good together.” 

He can tell you’re still feeling your orgasm, so he reaches up and slaps you on the pussy once, you flinch, shooting forward on the table and complaining “sensitive” 

This only made Yoongi laugh. “Come on, lets get you tucked up into bed huh” he says, walking past the microphone and clicking the save button before he picks you up bridal style and walks the two of you across the hallway to your room. 

“Need a hug” you mumble, kissing at his jawline.

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

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[missmarveledsblog]

I gotcha cap (Steve Rogers x reader) part three

Summary: He needs to make it right but she isnt letting him even near her so he get help off of their friends .

warning : slight angst , fluffy , goofy , idiots in love , mutual pinning

previous part

the blinding sun that had instantly regretted not closing the blind before she hit went to bed. not knowing what hurt more was it her head that thump and felt like it was gonna explode . was it her pride on being stood up on her not date date . she may of snuck out of the room once was sure he was gone . headed to the living room , importantly using her ability to burn the lock off of the liquor cabinet. She didn't stay undetected for too long for Tony to come see what she was doing and then an hour later Natasha was joining them . Now she was sure her blood was more alcohol than it was actually blood, stumbling from her bed . Pulling the shades on her eyes she dragged herself from the bed , stumbling down the hall to the dinning room to see both Natasha and Tony in the same state as she was .

“ You're a bad influence” the billionaire groaned his head laying on the table .

“ I did not influence you , you asked me to pour you a glass” she yawned sitting down ignoring a certain pair of blue eyes looking at her .

“ yeah cause your were sad anyways let not do it again” he couldn't even look at her it was too much of an effort.

I guess it laps today, your new recruit huh ?” clint nudged Natasha making her growl at the man but then nod .

“ whos the new recruit “ she asked looking up finally a slight catching of steve glance forcing herself to look at nat.

“ that jessica chick right?” sam spoke up .

“ yeah i think and some drills too once i can just observe” nat gave a sneaky smirk.

“ well good luck .. i'm not so hungry “ she stood, taking a cup of coffee and rushing out of the room.

“ y/n hey wait please” steve called rushing after her.

“ just leave me alone steve , my head hurts and I think i might throw up so lets just pretend nothing happened ok … please” she sighed.

“ but i didn't mean to stand you up i would of never of did that , she turned off my phone and kept telling me i still had time even showed me hers so i trusted her word and now i fucked up honestly of all people to let down and hurt you are not even close to being one of them” .

“ you did though , you made me look like such an idiot , you made me think … look it doesn't matter, maybe in time we can be friends but can you just let me breathe to do so?” she almost pleaded.

“ i wanna make it up to you please give me a second chance , please all im asking “

“ no i don't think we should ” .

she spent the day staring at the computer , trying to work in the lab with the bright lights was a bad idea now she was in her office , the lights dimmed and although the hangover was dimming and some of nats “drills” training made her mood a lot better. the petty side of her enjoy the soft torture of the bitchy agent and it sure wiped the sneering smile off ofhier face . now what she didn’t expect was the widow coming to the office hours later pulling her out of the room and dressing her up , not saying a word the whole time other than “stop whining “ or “ no feeling sorry for yourself “. probably a girl dinner night or something to cheer her up . begrudgingly she just followed even in the car , they talked about everything but the friendly hostage situation til they pulled up to well nothing .

“ you planning on killing me because joke on you it mean i wont have to do my reports “ she smirked.

“ no im doing this because I love you and you need to be happy and Tony's liver would be grateful” the widow kissed her cheek and led her to a footpath . “ now its down here straight ahead” .

“ ok this is only fueling my fear of you trying to kill me romanoff , hey in a wooded area where i could leave all this evidence and you know …. nat ? “ she turned to see the widow gone completely. "So I am gonna die “ she groaned. ok so now she was maybe more curious just following the footpath til she noticed red. that had her on alert , into action as she stop her feet lighter moving , eyes darting around to access any threat. now she was slightly afraid the bew recruit was gonna be at the end of this footpath and she was gonna be an accessory to murder.

“ oh thank god “ the breath of relief as she notice it wasnt blood but petal followed by more til the whole footpath was covered in these red petals .

the whole thing only made sense once she reached the clearing and now maybe she would be the one to hide a few bodies now .

There he stood in the clearing around the man where lights wrapped around the beauty of nature . a picnic table in the center with the same lights wrapped around the legs , her favourite flowers in the center. She wanted to hide how impressed she was. For a moment it wouldn't seem possible til she straightened herself up , crossing her arms trying not to smile or give anything away . including how good the man looked before her, the white dress shirt and black pants combo making him look like he stepped out of some steamy romance novel , the way the material of his clothes clung to the muscle she's found herself literally drooling over.

“ Please sit down?” pleading tone as she rolled her eyes and stepped more into the clearing saw the scorched mark still prominent in the ground. it was first time she had shown them her abilities , the one she had to hide all her life in persecution .

“ What is all this?”.

“ I wanted to make it up to you .. with nat's help of course … please just one chance” he came closer .

“ You seem to making a lot of effort for a not date” she mused while looking around .

“ well let this actual date make up for it” .

“ is this because of the not drunk confession because a pity date isn't necessary” she huffed wondering how her week took such a nose dive.

it's not a pity date its an actual i like you too date and dont wanna screw up “

“ touch of kidnapping” she nodded, not hiding the smirk on her lips .

“ with a touch of kidnapping, “ he laughed.

“ Fine I yield mainly because i'm hungry and I thought nat was feeding me “ she watched him pulling out the basket pulling out the canister and the tupperware .

“ ok food might be cold “ he winced, opening the tubs and putting the contents on a plate .

“ i got it “ she rolled her eyes over the plates for a couple of seconds as steam began to bellow . “ it help when i was younger” she shrugged easily, handing him back one .

“ ok so canister has coffee or we have wine” .

“ coffee i don't think i could look at alcohol for a good while “ she laughed flashback of her and tony drinking games . “ So why here?” .

“ honestly it was the first place we got to see you for you , like the real you” her breath caught in her throat at his admission . “ you were so scared and so nervous but then you opened up , i always wondered why , why you were so scared”.

“ because i was taught to be , because the world taught me to be.. i mean unless you're an avenger or some high profiled hero , mutants or enhanced whatever you're side of that fence is, well it not something to celebrate it was and still is something people find to fear and with fear comes hate” she smiled sadly. “ my dad as crazy as he was , well he wasn't all wrong , we lived in chicago for a little until i thought my friend would accept me so i showed her what i could do and then that evening we had people yelling outside our home for the mutants to leave i was four when i learn what hate was truly and very real so when we moved to new york , my mom was chased down, hunted down and my dad began training soldiers for doomsday”.

“ that's why it took you so long to tell us you were enhanced” he asked not even noticing he grabbed her hand , the subconscious need to comfort the woman in front of him .

“ i know it's stupid to think giving wanda and pietro” she laughed. “ but yeah i think that fear or rejection was still there except tony stark lit up like a christmas tree at the sight” .

“ wheres your dad now? maybe you could show him its not like that now right”.

“ hes on the raft steve its still like that for him , i ran away i was maybe fourteen i didnt wanna live my life in fear and not live it at all “ she smiled sadly . “ great first kidnapping date content right here” she snorted .

“ we can talk about something else if you want,” he squeezed her hand .

“ no i mean i come to terms with it all , but i am curious why you didn't ask for me help?” .

“ honestly because you make me nervous , like when i talk to you suddenly i'm that small fry from brooklyn who couldn't look a dame in the eye and i mean you come into our lives with this air about you , this funny yet caring nature , you work hard to make sure everything run smoothly and you only one who can truly handle tony “ he smiled brightly.

“ pepper asked me for tips. Well, praise from the america's golden boy is nice. I must admit , I've learned to just be myself” her cheeks flushed.

“ also doesn't help that your most beautiful woman i've come across either, you must think i'm a dummy when i take to you because you make my brain short circuit by just smiling i mean the words just mix and melt together “ a braveness taking over like he couldn't stop, all the feelings that he held in for so long falling out of his mouth before he could stop .

“ you dont seem to have a problem with words now ? “ she giggled even freezing at the sound like was that her ?.

“well i guess i need to let it out now hopefully it will get you to forgive me, i only trained that agent hoping i could help and get over my nervousness because i was going to work up the courage to tell you how i really felt so i stupidly thought i could work through them by getting the blood pumping i didn't see the scheming part i guess i need lesson in people “ he grimaced .

“ Well I mean the food and coffee is working on the forgiveness so it this get up “ she mused hinting at his outfit making his cheeks flush . “ stand me up again date or not I will roast you up and serve you on that shield of , tony liver can't take it … apparently” she warned playfully .

“ well that wont happen and if i may say you look absolutely stunning “ he kissed her knuckles getting braver .

“ flattery will get you everywhere mr rogers but you can thank nat for this she literally dressed and dragged me here , im less mad at her for it “ .

She wasn't lying when she said that she was less pissed at him , conversation carried on more and more . she shared a little bit more of her childhood , the little handful of happy memories ,while he shared some of his from his childhood, a vast and different time . She couldn't help laughing thinking back to the hijinks that he and Bucky got up in that timezone . She asked him questions , getting to know the man behind the shield . Each minute , each hour passing by it was easier to get over that anger she felt but it also meant that he was getting braver , more flirty in his tone . Even when they finished their food he hit his phone as the speaker came to life . The blue jazz sound echoed in the woods . making the man stand before her holding his hand out that her . enjoying how perfect her hand fit in his , how his hand dwarfed hers . standing the crinkle of the foliage under their feet , his other hand on her hip pulling her closer. the swell of pride at her breath hitched at the bold movement . the sway of bodies to the rhythm and getting lost in the love story the song sang out. eyes locked pouring every unsaid emotion . he held her close in away that he was afraid to let her go, everything hes dreamed of was happening in real time. the first time he'd truly felt peace in the stormy war that was his life . the fist time it was serene that he could fully completely savour and enjoy the moment. his eye darted to her lips only to catch her doing the same, her tongue swiping the pillow plump soft lips . two leaning closer and closer til their foreheads pressed. a surge of bravery one he never felt before taking his hand off her hip and leading to cup her cheek , tilting her face up more before he leaned down .

At first it took her brain a second to recognise , to make the connection that captain Steven Grant Rogers was kissing her. not wasting another second she finally kissed the man back for the first time in a long time. It made sense . all the cliches from every romance book , rom com in existence, that foot popping , fire works going off kiss. seeing the sun rise and set for the first time kind of kiss. One that only starred in her dream and stopped when her alarm would go off. Everything felt electric in that one kiss , like nerves came alive ones she didn't even know she had . pulling back both needing air and yet he couldn't stop kissing her , pecking her lips in between breaths already addicted to her lip , to her taste .

“ god you don't know how long i wanted to do that “ he chuckled breathlessly, his forehead pressing against hers.

“ Don't worry I gotcha Cap “ she smirked pressing her lips to his once more

[sakruisin-thru]

the one where you and daichi finally fall into place pt. 1

featuring: sawamura daichi

genre: smut/fluff (minors dni), post-grad au!, tipsy reader & daichi

warning: pt. 1 slow burn, slight smutty, mutual pining, drinking, partying

word count: 2,053

will link pt 2 here!

(a/n: this is my first fic after a LONG time. i had this partly written in my drafts for the past 3 years but i had such a self indulgent self ship in my mind, so it's hyper specific to a certain point. i started this when i was working in cse research and had hopes of continuing that as a degree and really romanticised meeting someone like this.

im sorry if this isn't for you! i'm open to requests

the club lights and blaring french club mix slightly disorient you and your dance partner, daichi. your tipsy state made the setting around you sway.

you and daichi came to paris for a conference to present the research you guys completed over the past 6 months. you guys had a golden partnership in the lab. your lab advisor put you two together because of how well you guys meshed your computer, math and stats knowledge together. it seemed less that you two were working separately on your project, but worked as a unit and brought out each others creativeness and problem solving skills. your collaboration was so compatible you both made it to this point quickly. 

but the quick progress you made, meant lots of time together; at work, around his people and alone. in the beginning you thought you were crazy when you noticed how his eyes would linger on you when you looked back at your screen or when you had collective lab meetings. but then you guys took your work home and things began to progress. 

soon, the flirting became more obvious, especially to his roommates asahi and sugawara, with whom you became close to as well. daichi soon became someone you trusted and respected and you to him. conversations started straying from work to life goals, to ideologies, to literature, to morality, and more. he took the time to understand you and you found yourself starting to fall for him....just a little bit.

he started making subtle advances like holding your fingers when code was executing or when you hung out with his roommates and friends at a bar or at home, he’d sit so close to you that you felt his breath ghost on your skin when he leaned in to speak something into your ear. on those nights, it wouldn’t be unusual for you to find solace in his lap or in his bed, sharing saliva. but it’d just be that. nothing more nothing less since the idea of relationships with a coworker loomed in your head. he never pushed you anymore and you admired that about him.

but one day it almost got too much; not that he was breaching your boundaries, but you had to be careful about relationships in the work area. you didn’t know what was allowed and didn’t want to ask so soon into your working with each other. you were at daichi’s place catching up on a show you started together, while asahi and suga were out with friends. the night started out with you both on separate ends of the couch, then you got cold and started sharing a blanket. and then he was on top of you, his tongue exploring your mouth, moaning softly as he kissed around your face. daichi’s body was perfectly between your legs, his hands wandering down to your breasts. he gave an experimental squeeze. you squeaked in surprise and he laughed lightly into your kiss. 

you were putty when it came to him, wanting only him to touch you and mold you. but suddenly his hands went to the band of your sweatpants and reality came crashing down. you froze up you were no stranger to physical intimacy, but this man was too important and so was work. he was so attentive to you and your body that he pulled away. he knew. 

“i’m sorry daichi” you whispered, holding his head in your hands, looking up at him.

he placed a kiss in your hair, "don’t have to be sorry for anything,” and he just held you. 

that was 3 months ago. 

now here you both are in paris. you and daichi arrived a week before your supervisors in order to get everything settled and hopefully you both could relax. your feelings were adequately covered for the time being, until.....well....

until the hotel over booked and you and daichi were forced to share a room with only one bed, a couch and a bathroom. the situation was downright laughable. here you are trying to shut down the feelings until you could adequately handle them, but the universe had other plans. 

you both argued on who slept where and settled on sharing the queen sized bed, sleeping on opposite sides of bed. but yet again, the universe had other plans, in the form of booze and tight spaces.

the club lights and blaring club mix disorient you. you swing your hips back and forth to the beat at the bar, feeling confident as you take a shot of liquid courage in your veins. 

you saunter over to your group of friends who are sitting at a booth, swaying your hips in your tight red slip dress. daichi is sitting at the end and you pretend to stumble over your feet and lightly collide into him, making him grab your waist. he pulls you close, almost in his lap and your hands land on his chest as you try and “stabilize” yourself.

“you alright there?” he looks worried, but once he sees your playful eyes he smiles, a little confused. his hands don’t waver from your hips.

“oh yeah i’m fine, i just didn’t see the step leading up.” you smile at him. he chuckles at you rubbing circles into your low back. you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, listening to your friends recount various different stories. your friends start talking about dancing and they all couple off and pull you two to the dance floor. 

daichi walks beside you, one arm around your waist and another in his pocket, laughing with your friends. you smiled at them as well as you lowered your arm to wrap around his back.

it’s now or never i guess, you say to yourself. you pull away from daichi, grabbing the hand that lay rest at your hip and spun yourself to face him. daichi looks at you, unsure if he breached your boundaries earlier. but instead he’s met with your devious gaze.

you bring this beautiful man closer to you, swaying your hips to the sensual beat. you swing your arms around his neck and brought your face closer to his. this comes as no surprise to anyone, but daichi knows how to dance. every swing of your hips, he matched. every spin, every step he matched you perfectly. 

as you bring him closer, he came in to chase that distance, eager to feel your lips against his. you decided to pull away slowly. his mouth followed yours, grinding his teeth as he realized what you were doing. mouth agape, he stared at your eyes, plastered with minute betrayal. you covered your face as you stifled your giggle at how upset he looked. time to kick it up a notch. you’ve played this song and dance together so much, why not tease this patient man more?

you turned around to the beat of the music, lightly grinding your hips into him. his hands on your hips tightened. there’s his resolve being tested. you roll your hips experimentally against him one more time and in no time is he’s pressing himself hard and slow into you. his face buried into your neck, hoping and praying that you don’t notice how needy he’s becoming.

but you do. oh yes, how hard (ha) could it be to miss his growing problem. but you decided to mess with him more. you pull away from him, flash him a devilish smirk as you made your way to your friends who were now dancing in a group. they hadn’t noticed your intimate exchange, but it wouldn’t have mattered if they had. you wanted to tease this man for as long as you could tonight.

the booze made it difficult to hold back. he’s been nothing but patient with you all this while, and all you wanted to do was break that impenetrable composure tonight. but daichi wouldn’t, he couldn’t. he respected and loved you so much. until you gave him the full green light, he would never break.

his composure slipped for a minute, when he was grinding against you. he almost moaned in your ear, but he had to hold himself back for you, even though you started it. so when you broke away from where you both were connected, he was almost relieved. he followed you as you walked away, failing to keep his eyes from your ass. 

over the course of the night, your teasing came in waves. daichi had taken to praying to every god outright. drinks were being passed and you were sitting in his lap again. the group started slowing down, and for you and daichi, the night had to end at about 12:30 am since you had to get yourselves together the next day.

you and your friends left in linked arms, daichi on your right and marcella on your left. you leaned into his tall stable frame, grabbing his bicep as marcella stumbled occasionally on the pavement. his grip went to your waist on the third time she tripped

your friends stayed on the same floor, but you both were farther down the hall. bidding everyone good night, you and daichi made the seemingly never ending trek back to your door. heels in your hand, all you could think about was a hot shower and taking the pressure off your feet. thankfully the promised land, your room door, came into view.

daichi opened the door, and let you enter the room first. you stepped in and leaned on the wall of the entry way as you drop your heels on the ground. he comes in after you, and stands right opposite of you as he takes off his shoes.

you both stood there, breathless, looking at each other in the faint yellow light of the entry way. smiling lightly, your gaze traveled down his face. you saw the way his shirt hugged his muscles and his waist, and his thighs so well defined in his pants. 

you looked up to see daichi looking at you, softly but intensely. daichi’s eyes started wavering down your body. your dress accentuated your curvy waist, your breasts, really accentuated your ass, and it drove him mental. he wanted to devour you right there, to take his time with you making sure you experienced every ounce of love he had for you. you got more intoxicated on his intense gaze.

“daichi....?” you whisper.

“yes?” he whispers back.

you stick your hand out for him to grab. he complies and pulls you slowly to him. every cell in both of your bodies is screaming for no more longing, no more rules, no more damn space. you both have been wanting, pining, pushing (mostly from you), pulling and you’ve had enough. your heart was going to organize a prison break, you needed more.

you weren’t just a wee bit in love with him, you were fully head over heels for this fool. 

“oh to hell with it,” you whispered and pushed into that empty space to kiss him. you kissed him with a fervor that was new. you wanted more tonight...you wanted to be more and all he wanted was to give it to you.

he was all over you in an instant. your hands latched into his hair and he’s pushing you back into the room, onto the edge of the table, lips not leaving yours. he slotted himself between your legs, bunching your dress up slowly to your hips. he rolls himself into you and you feel his semi hard cock hit your covered clit.

you moan loudly into his mouth, eliciting a smile from daichi. he squeezes the fat of your hips and molds them in his hands. you moan more, his actions making you grind more on him. god you might kill him.

“darling,” he whispers against your lips, “say something please. i won’t touch you until you say what you need from me.” 

you pull away and give him an imposing look. his eyes held sweetness, kindness and...fear? always the leader, he was calculating. he was double checking...no...triple checking that you were okay with this.

“i can’t run away from it anymore, daichi,” you cup his face, “i want you baby. all of you.”

“fuck.” and with that he smashes his lips against you again.

[hurthermore]

Haaiii i wanted to come here to express how much i love A Misconduct of Love, bbygrl had me reading until 2am when i had work at 10 today 😭😭😭 i work at a library and im pretty much in the computer lab the entire day (which is exactly where i want to be because i have sweet F-A to do in here, so you're fic has taken me🩷🩷🩷) literally sitting at my little desk, kicking my feet and twirling my hair reading Alastor fawn over Reader even if his intentions are slightly ill-intended AKSHSODJWI only slightly, but I support Alastor's wrongs 🩷🩷🩷 i dont know if you listen to Will Wood at all, but I was listening to his song Vampire Reference in A Minor Key, all the while conducting my own little delusion of your Alastor having this push-pull relationship with Reader. Where its already established how crazy they are for each other, but Reader has yet to leave her vile husband (its the roaring 20's, so it's not like she's really in a place to divorce him anyway, unforch, but that does make their affair all the more enticing) (also im totally and entirely disregarding NY in this scenario btw, lemme be delusional xoxo) and I can see Reader like. Drugging her husband every night to make him drowsy and crash before he can force her into anything. Then she sneaks off into the night where she finds herself at Alastor's doorstep, and he welcomes her with open arms. Being the gentleman he is, he'll encourage her to share her feelings, how her day has been, what that disgusting husband of hers has been up to and more importantly, did he hurt her today? Is she okay? If shes harmed, he'll do his best to take care of her, console her before leading her into a soft and slow, passionate kiss. One that Reader's been desperately craving and she reaches out to hold his face. He's pulling her in and leaning her back into the couch until he's hovering over her. They're groping each other and Reader, desperate to be loved in a way thats meaningful, reaches for Alastor's collar first. Her fingers are clumsy but determined as shes releasing the buttons on his waistcoat. This certainly isnt the first time this has happened, but Alastor remains pleasantly surprised everytime she initiates first, but that doesnt mean he'll giving her the satisfaction of pleasuring him first. No matter what, its always his utmost duty to treat her until shes had her fill - until shes begging for him to finally be inside her, and god knows he could never deny her. With Alastor, she wants it all. She wants his everything and anything he is willing to provide her. Dare she say, she wouldnt even mind if she ended up pregnant with Alastor's child (i have a breeding kink IRL, and I strongly believe, after falling into bed with Alastor so many times, she'd develop her own breeding kink with him as well) 🩷 they'd become addicted to each other, and it'd be even sexier if she did end up pregnant by Alastor, falsely allowing her husband to believe its his child until both Reader and Alastor reel up and incenerate his ass together 🩷 (burn his ass alive in that horrible, awful house shes been forced to live in for the last year. And listen tearfully as Alastor begs her, genuinely and tearfully begs her to come live with him. Be his wife and let him love her the way she deserves to be loved. And they can be happy together, they can build a beautiful life together with their little one. He genuinely cannot live another day without her, and she feels the same🩷)

.....sorry for writing essentially my own fanfic of *your* fanfic in your inbox, you can delete this if you want!! You have me romanticising at my job today, trust that I will be thinking about Alastor and Reader for the rest of my afternoon xoxoxo ilu 🩷✨️

AHHH TYSM FOR ENJOYING MISCONDUCT!! I also LOVE this so much, unfortunately it’s not where I plan to take misconduct sorry.

But don’t apologise for writing this! I loved it and I kinda wished more people would write things like this for misconduct it makes me so happy sksks

Ty for taking your time to not only read misconduct but write all of this! I’m working hard to try to finish the next chapter!! 👉👈

[foxyconfessions]

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[thelittleghoul]

Bayverse Donnie with a reader who is an age regressor

Not requested !!

Notes: headcanon, gender neutral reader, romantic relationship, sfw, fluff.

•Donnie isn’t dumb when it comes to psychology and how the human brain works, he knows there’s a reason to why some humans revert to a younger mind set. It’s a way to cope with trauma, stress, etc so when you told him your an age regressor he wasn’t concerned about how “weird” the coping mechanism was, his first instinct was to sit you down and ask you about your troubles

•”How is your home life right now? You know I’m always here to talk with you. How has work/school been? Have you’ve been feeling more stressed lately?”

•He says as he’s scanning your stress levels giving you kisses on your cheeks and forehead in between to comfort you

•”I’m really happy you trust me to know about this. You can tell me anything ok?”

•In reality he already knew that you were an age regressor. He’s really good at reading body language and picks up on things easily. The clinginess, the way you light up when he calls you a pet name, to the stuffies in your room

•The real kicker was when you would put on an old childhood movie or go out to eat at your favourite restaurant as a kid for “the memories” and “nostalgia”

•He likes taking care of you in general. Not only it teaches him to take care of himself more but it makes him feel comforted to know your safe and healthy whether that be he scans you to make sure you’ve been drinking enough water or making sure your happy by eating your favourite food with you over a good movie. So when he turned into your caregiver he was astatic

•When your regressed he already has your little gear (pacifier, toys, stuffies etc) washed and sanitized for you in a cute bin you brought down to the layer

•He also has a mini fridge in the lab (cause he’s ALWAYS in the lab) he stocks with little treats for you when your hungry

•Speaking of the min fridge and bin of little gear, that’s no where near his work desk for safety reasons. Instead he made somewhat of a nest made of pillows and blankets in the corner of the room the calming twinkle lights soothing the area

•Both of you really appreciate that not only age regression helps take care of you, but also him. He can’t look after you if he’s busy working so it’s a good way to get him away from his work and focus more on you and himself

•The naps are incredible!! You guys sleep like babies (pun intended) the cute lights, the time away from computers, Donnie has never had a better sleep in his life untill you opened up to him and we all know this poor boy needs it

•He hangs up all of your drawing in the lab it puts him in a better mood and he thinks your little doodles are adorable

•He’s the best for when/if you go through impure regression “I’m right here sweetie I got you.” He already knows your triggers meaning he also knows what to do when you’re going through them. Something on social media triggered you? He’s putting on a comfort movie. Having unwanted memories or thoughts about a trigger? Here comes your personal therapist to guide you through it. Stressed out of your mind? He’s dimming the lights and rubbing your back while softly hushing you. He’s studied enough about you he could make a whole guide book on you (in a non creepy way)

•He’s the type of caregiver to pat you on the back for everything!! “You did such a good job look at you! I’m so proud of you!” Colouring, finishing your plate, you name it. He has gold star stickers in one of his drawer for every colouring sheet and drawing you do

•At the end of the day age regression has done more good than harm for the relationship. Yes he loves you when your not regressed obviously but when you are let’s just say you have nothing to worry about with this big guy 💜

[messers-moony]

SONG ONE: WELCOME TO NEW YORK | T.D

Pairing: Husband!Tim Drake-Wayne X Wife!Reader

Summary: Tim plans a surprise trip to New York City, its better than he could've ever imagined.

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Apart of my new series! The Track list of 1989 (Taylor’s Version) used for imagines of Tim Drake! The master list for this series should be posted soon!

Her hands shook. The ground beneath her trembled due to turbulence. A steady weight of polyester was around her waist, keeping her in place. The plastic tray in front of her stumbled slightly. Her computer screen was trembling slightly. 

Beside her, the sound of clicking was like white noise. He hadn’t stopped since they boarded the jet an hour ago. Star Labs in Central City had invented a new device that Wayne Enterprises was interested in partnering with. Tim had insisted that they fly to Star Labs the next day to discuss details. 

She had rolled her eyes but woke up at eight in the morning anyway. 

The computer in front of her held documents for the fundraising event in Park Row. Jason had suggested they do something small for the kids living in the area. Neither of them had protested. Y/n had begun planning different things to bring up to Jason when they landed in Gotham. It was small things like libraries, small housing units, better convenience stores, and possibly, as a more extensive improvement, a school. 

Her heart was whole. She closed the laptop and let it click shut. Her hands loosened the seatbelt slightly, and leaned her head on Tim’s shoulder. He recognized the motion by turning to kiss her hair. She hummed and closed her eyes, lulled asleep by the plane's rumbling. 

It didn’t feel much longer before Tim shook her awake, “Wake up, we’re here.”

“Mmmm,” She hummed. 

He chuckled, “Come on, wake up.”

Y/n stretched off his shoulder and rubbed her eyes. The laptop was gone in front of her, and her bag was zipped up in front of her. The sun was setting outside the jet window. She went to grab her bag before a hand stopped her, “You won’t need that, come on.”

“What do you mean?”

“Trust me?” 

His smile could’ve stopped the earth from turning. It was close-lipped, and yet it made her heart flutter every time. Tim’s face was soft and kind. It always had been, even through his worst moments. He held himself together like an artist molding clay. He carefully carved every piece of himself together and showed only what he wanted to let others see. 

She could see through it where a tiny mark of imperfection covered every smooth mark. Where someone had molded it too many times, and it became too tender. Where the colors had changed into different ones from trying to cover up past mistakes. 

Tim walked out of the seat and held his hand out for her. She placed her hand in his cold, soft one and allowed him to lead her. He led her to the exit and climbed down the stairs. She followed behind. The air was dry, frigid, and cold. Thankfully, she had a hoodie, sweatpants, and beanie from when they got onto the plane. The dress and heels had been uncomfortable. 

He was dressed similarly. He was wearing an old Bludhaven University sweatshirt stolen from Dick. His sweatpants were an old pair of his, the faded Gotham Academy logo on the top left of the pant leg. Jason’s hand me down converse on his feet and almost falling apart. He wouldn’t throw them away. His grey beanie from Bruce when he had gotten cold as Robin. Yet on his left hand, on his ring finger, held his most prized possession. His wedding ring with the girl he’d love until he died, and he would make sure it wouldn’t be anytime soon. 

“Tim, this is not Gotham.”

He rolled his eyes, “Brilliant observation, Einstein.”

“Where are we?”

“New York!” He exclaimed happily, eyes sparkling, “I thought maybe we could use the night and day tomorrow just to relax.”

“There’s so much stuff to do during December in New York!” Tim continued, “We could go see the Rockefeller Christmas tree, or we could go see the Dukes Heights Holiday lights, or visit the Bank of America Winter Village at Bryant Park-“

She placed her freezing hands on his cheeks, “It sounds lovely, Tim. Thank you.”

He was putty in her hands, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Tim brushed a piece of hair from her face. His hand lingered behind her ear, and he gently pulled her closer. His lips brushed hers before pulling her closer. Y/n hummed and kissed him back. Tim’s lips were soft and so gentle. They always had a faint taste of mint from his chapstick. He pulled away, “What’re we doing wasting our time up here? Come on, we gotta go.”

Y/n chuckled, and that’s when she realized how far up they were. The jet had landed on a helipad far up in the air. She looked at the view and saw the Empire State Building and the smaller buildings beneath them. Under her feet was an illuminating sign that read Wayne Enterprises. Tim’s hand reached for hers before pulling them down the stairs and into the elevator. 

He pulled her to his chest. Her ear rested over his heartbeat. His hand rubbed her back and the other on her waist while they descended the building. It took minutes because people stopped to enter and exit through their trip to the bottom. Some made small talk with Tim, surprised to see him in the New York office. He had smiled politely and contributed to the small talk. 

They reached the bottom and walked out of the elevator to the outside of the building. There was snow fluttering around them. Some landed on their beanies and the tops of their shoulders. Their hands stayed connected as they walked through the city together. Christmas lights lit up the city at almost every corner, and the ground was covered in little specks of white. 

The night could only be described as magical. They roamed through the city. For once, having nothing on the agenda, just spending time with each other. No interruptions, no patrol, no training, and no people waiting to kill them. It was a smooth night. She could feel her eyes sometimes and see the flash of cameras, but it didn’t bother her this time. She felt proud. 

Because, yes, she was spending the day with her husband in New York City, and nothing could stop that. Not nasty paparazzi, not fangirled crushing on her husband, not the girls that giggled at her as they passed, and definitely not the older adults that glared as they talked too loud. Her heart was content. 

Tim swore he had never had so much fun in his life since chasing Robin and Batman around in the dirtiest parts of Gotham. There was nothing that made his heart feel as complete as the heavy camera in his hands watching Batman kick butt and Robins quips. But right here, right now, his heart felt even more full. His wife a steady weight beside him, her laugh boisterous and beautiful, the flecks of snow in her hair, the tip of her nose turning red. He wanted to marry her all over again. 

They spent the night in absolute bliss. The lights illuminated her face, and he wished he had his camera. However, he knew this memory was too precious to keep in a photograph. He loved photography, but he knew its limits. It could capture a moment, but it could never capture the absolute love in this moment. 

He saw something in the corner of his eyes. His heart sped up with the meaning of it. Purposefully, he led her that way, and she stumbled when he stopped, “Tim, why’d you stop?”

“Look up.”

Her face turned red, “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” Tim wished he could bottle the feeling up and keep it for whenever he wanted, “I love you, and I want to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Timothy,” Y/n scolded playfully, “You’re a dork.”

He grinned, “Your dork.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that.” She quipped before pecking his lips. 

Tim watched her pull away, “Nope, not enough.”

He pulled her back tightly. His lips planted on hers, and he let himself have this moment. They weren’t one for public displays of affection, but he wanted this. He wanted it so bad. His tongue swiped her bottom lip, and she allowed it. His body went warm and soft. He could stay in this city forever. He’d leave Gotham forever if it meant feeling this every day. If it meant he wouldn’t have to feel the stress, the pressure, the anxiety. He’d do it in a heartbeat. 

They pulled apart. Her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes sparkling. His pupils were blown large, lips slightly parted, and his nose pink. At that moment, they felt a flash of light. Tim chuckled, and she rolled her eyes playfully. He turned to the man with the camera, “How much will it cost to get that picture emailed?”

[themoonandtheprincess]

Tasha Davenport and Davenkids headcanons for Mother's Day!

•In the first episode, Leo says Tasha and Donald met on online dating but I think it would be much more realistic if they met while Tasha interviewed him about an invention.

°And Donald's brain just short circuits straight out of his head and he drops this million dollar, brand-new technology right on the floor and it breaks into a million pieces.

°He cries about it to Adam, Bree, and Chase later but all they do is make kissy faces and mock him because they're around 11-13 at the time.

°So, Tasha has known about them for a while and they were, at one point, the final straw in their relationship because she couldn't handle how Donald wasn't even treating them as humans.

°She threatened to take them with her but Donald had bullied her, saying she knew nothing about science or robotics and wouldn't be able to keep them alive without their bionics and millions of equipment and tech.

°So, she stayed with him but emotionally away. And kept Leo away from him for the longest time. The first episode was the first time he had been in Donald's house. Their relationship only started getting better when Adam, Bree, and Chase were "freed" from the basement.

°Leo didn't meet Donald until three years into their relationship and they then got married five months later.

•And it wasn't until Chase started dating Sebastian that she saw essentially a mirror of her relationship with Donald. That is to say, toxic. The only difference being Tasha and Donald actually healed their relationship and regained trust, if rocky.

•When they were Davencourting, Donald promised her she would never had to work again but she told him that reporting was her passion.

•How they would do the "Pass the phone" trend.

"I'm passing the phone who married a millionaire scientist yet still insists on keeping her reporting job."

"I'm passing the phone to someone who programmed a home security system to bully him."

"I'm passing the phone to the home security system that literally has stopped nothing from coming in. Also he doesn't have hands so it cant be passed to him."

"I'm passing the phone to the smartest man on earth who insisted his first gay relationship didn't fuck him up."

"I'm passing the phone to someone who got a job at Mighty Med to pop bones back in place with his super strength and ended up breaking them."

"I'm passing the phone to Skylar."

"Adam! That's not how you're supposed to do it!"

"Oh, well, you already passed me the phone."

• She dyes Skylar's pink streak by having her hover over the bathtub then Oliver shoot water at her when it's time to rinse. Impractical but they find it fun.

• Her children had disaster coming outs.

°It started with Bree in the lab, putting away training gear, when Tasha had approached her. "Bree," she said. "I have nothing against it, but you need to stop looking up 'girls kissing' on Donald's computers."

Bree watched Tasha pick at her fingernails. "But," she started. "That's not normal? Just like growing up in a basement?"

"No, no, no." Tasha rectified. "It's normal- the girls part, not the basement part- but it's being sent to Eddy."

Bree's mouth made an 'O.' "But Chase looks up two guys kissing and it never gets sent to Eddy."

Chase's head perked up from where he was tinkering with a project. "That's a perk of being half-robot, sis!"

"The Perks of Being Part Robot," Adam laughed. "They're gonna make into a LGBT movie."

"So..." Tasha drawled out. "Do you like guys, too?"

"Oh no," Adam grinned, bouncing on his toes. "I just kiss my homies goodnight."

•Tasha loves Kaz. Especially because she can relate to him on a personal level growing up in a poor household and being forced to parent younger siblings.

•Kaz also teaches her basic medicine for the team and she has basically all of Mighty Med out after a mission.

°She finds him infinitely times better than Sebastian but only tells him that once.

•Nobody even thinks about getting into an argument with her, let alone raising their voice, because the only person who did that was Chase.

°It was when he was dating Sebastian and he was trying to convince her that he was a good guy and wasn't paying attention to when he raised his voice at her.

°For the smartest man on earth, it was a very easy and very big fuck.

•She refuses to be mediator on any argument. Even the simplest thing like when Chase and Adam argued about boxed water.

•Leo's dad left when he was four but Donald has never had the "I'm not trying to be your dad" talk with him.

•When Skylar started dating Bree, she brought Tasha and Donald a dead pig. "It is an offer for your daughter's hand in courtship and proof I can provide for your family through the winter."

•Before Kaz and Chase's relationship was out, Kaz would catch on flames from anxiety if Donald or Tasha saw them even remotely next to each other.

•She was the one who suggested to Kaz that Adam could work at Mighty Med to pop bones back in place or whatever required super strength.

•Donald offered to make her bionic but she said she'd rather die.

•Donald used to cut the Rats hair when they were kids and it looked terrible. (It's why Chase's hair is so spiky. Ha. Spiky.)

•Also, Tasha never got used to Spike coming out. It scares the shit out of her every time.

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

By Blue Eyes, Yellow Will Die - Chapter 4: A Murder Drones story

Beau was nineteen and he was about to crash a wedding.

Okay, to be fair, his mother was going to crash a wedding … he and his mother were about to briefly interrupt a wedding that the four other lab drones had been planning in secret for Amanda and Marc.

…

In his mother’s defense, she had a good reason. Still, it saddened Beau to disturb this moment with bad news. From where he was hidden with his mother, he watched as Amanda and Marc’s code was linked in digital matrimony. Looking to his mother, Beau saw Alice rub at the port on the back of her head. Emmett Giam had been linked to his mother by the humans just a few days before the core collapse, then after his mother had killed the drone man, the link remained. Beau knew for a fact that Alice wanted that remnant of her lab assigned husband, gone, but she didn’t trust the others to help her remove it and so it remained in her system like a bleeding wound.

His mother’s marriage was a sensitive subject … Beau’s creation was a sensitive subject. Beau knows his mother loves him, but he also knows that that time wasn’t the easiest for her to recollect. Beau was pill-born and nearly died for it; the scientists had given Alice and Emmett a choice, either they brought the pill online with their shared code or they would have to go through with a core-incubation. Emmet had wanted access to Alice’s core and as such did everything, he could to keep the pill from coming online … till that moment Beau’s eyes blinked on for the first time.

“If I could have avoided him forever, I would have” his mother would tell him, “but you coming online kept him from winning – in that way you saved me, Beau; … besides if anyone deserved such beautiful blue eyes, then you’re far more worthy than he ever could be.”

“And done” Max said as Amanda and Marc’s link was completed, “to the witness present I now present Mr. and Mrs. Textile, you may now kiss the bride.”

With the closing of the ceremony, Alice took her cue with a slow clap as Beau followed her out of the shadows.

“What a lovely sight” she said, “Mr. and Mrs. Textile, huh, I’ll have to add that to my notes.”

“Alice” the new couple said in shock.

“I” Amanda started, “I, we …”

“Ya know, if I had known, I would have brought a tin of oil, truly, a toast to the happy couple” Alice continued, raising her hand in a mock toast, “the two of ya best treat each other well; I ain’t exactly interested in harvesting another core” – she said as her smile stretched impossibly wide.

“We finished our work” Marc said, “clocked out a while ago.”

“Oh, I know, sugar, believe me, I could care less about what y’all do during your free time, I just came to tell ya that something just reached our sensors, best guess, it came from one of the consumed colonies and now it’s heading here – I give it half a year, then however long it take her to locate us – we’ll be working overtime from now on, … but for now, enjoy yourselves, heck, take a tin of oil and celebrate, goodnight all.”

With that Alice turned on her heel to head out the door – Beau following her after a single backwards glance as she led him back to the room they shared, his mother, indifferent to the cries of the drones behind her.

(~*~)

Just as his mother had said, they were busier than ever not only in their search for a cure but also in devising weaponry and armor, training for the fight to come and the continuing search for a working or salvageable keybug. However, with so few drones left, they had to move on to more experimental methods such as dragging out one of the bodies of the murder pets.

“Body secured, Alice” Marc said as he finished restraining the chosen murder drone body and hooking it up to Alice’s computers.

“Check; Max” Alice called from where she sat at the computer station, going over the status for the latest test.

“UV lights charged and ready, Alice.”

“Check; Ali?”

“Personal oil reserves at one hundred percent, Alice.”

“Check; Marc?”

“Ali’s restraints still look good, Alice.”

“Check; Beau,” Alice asked as she turned to look to her son.

From where the UNN stood at a distance from the group, he gave the end of the leash, that was attached to the harness around his mother’s waist, a tug – a nod, secured.

“Good, Max, Ali?”

“I’m plugged in, Alice” Ali said as Max attached a cord, one end plugged into the back of Ali’s head the other plugged into the port on the back of the murder drone’s head – the disassembler’s lights coming on, switching to Ali’s color, “in the system, everything looks good.”

“Check; Amanda?”

“Test subject secured, Alice” she said as she brought out a jar with the core that corresponded to the strapped down drone – the jar still warm from the ovens.

“Check; Max?”

The drone man moved to Amanda’s side – with how volatile the cores could be, the transporting from jar to body was always a two-person job – “ready for planting” Max and Amanda said.

“Alright, systems ready – let’s bring the beast to life.”

The moment the lid was released from the jar, the core began to fight, Max and Amanda struggled to keep its three arms under control as they moved to implant it back into its body and keep it in to force the reconnection. As the body began healing, resealing the core within, Ali gave a cut off shriek as her mind battled the disassembler for control, the creature’s body bucking as it tried to escape its restraints and the color of its eye lights flickering back and forth between its own and Ali’s – till they settled on Ali’s.

“Okay … I’m okay” her breaths were harsh, but she was able to raise her head, her own eye lights steady and free of yellow.

“Alright,” Alice said, checking the computers for the murder pet’s status, “we have a steady signal, it’s registering as a full solver; approaching now.”

As Alice raised the newest iteration of the cure, Ali gave a shudder, “… steady, girl” Alice said scrutinizing the younger drone woman.

A breath then, “ready, Alice” Ali said as she willed the disassembler’s head to remain still.

With one last cursory glance to the rest of the lab drones, Alice took a breath then stabbed the crucifix patch into the head of the disassembler. As lightning erupted along the body of the murder pet, the drones present could hear the shrieks of the core within the body of the monster as it writhed, the patch forcefully separating it from its admin, separating it’s falsely boosted solver program from the creature it served.

Then the body began to smoke, the electric output threating to fry those close, the patch heating to weld itself to Alice’s hands and the drone’s head.

“Everyone back” Alice shouted, “Marc!”

Amanda and Max took cover as Marc rushed forward to unplug his sister and pull her bound form away from disaster – Alice bit down on her own wrists to sever herself from her now useless hands allowing Beau to pull her away just as the murder pet burst into flames and shrapnel.

It was a moment before Alice was back on her feet with Beau’s help.

“Marc, get your sister to recovery, Max, fire suppressers, Amanda, hands.”

As Alice’s team took to their order, the southern raised drone staggered with her son’s help over to the computers as he attempted to wrap her wrists to stop the oil bleeding.

“This is ridiculous, what am I missing, Beau I’m fine” she said attempting to stop his first aid.

Beau gave his mother a look, his almost permanently hollow and lined eyes communicating something she understood very well.

A sigh then, “fine, but only cause you worry too much.”

He gave her a small smile as he wrapped her wounds – Max finishing extinguishing the fire and removing the body to be placed with its predecessors in the autopsy room.

Turning her head to the computers, Alice continued to examine the collected data, “this is the tenth test tonight, at least one of the patches from this batch should have worked or at least given us something to work with.”

First aid completed; Alice used her stumps to navigate the computers – having long ago gotten past the “not a robot” captchas to be able to have full access to the systems of the upper labs.

Looking to his mother, Beau tapped her shoulder, getting her attention, the UNN made the motion of going to sleep.

“I …” a breath, then a shake of her head, “one more test, Beau, just one more test; it’s been too long, there’s no way she doesn’t know where the lab is, those ships landed months ago – we need to be ready.”

Alice shook herself, becoming unfocused for a moment.

“Where’s Amanda with those hands,” Alice muttered, a breath, then she turned back to the computers, “what am I missing?”

Beau looked over her shoulder, though it had been illegal, Dr. Beaumont had trained Alice in multiple scientific subjects, of the mind, and body for both drone and machine, tech and biomatter had become her bread and butter – had she been allowed, her doctorate would have been an official title. As it was Alice had seen fit to train her son in those same subjects – examining the data his mother had brought up, Beau’s hollow eyes emboldened just as his mother gave a twitch before she shot to her feet with a screech.

“FILTHY TRAITORS” Alice shouted, the words violently ripping themselves from her voice box, “Beau stay here” with that last shout, she was out the door like a shot, Beau sealing the door behind her.

There was no camera access in the room.

Beau waited and time passed on and on as it stretched into eternity.

When human babies are born, they have an umbilical cord that is snipped to allow them to begin breathing on their own. For drones, the mother and father have an admin access that the humans revoke as soon as possible to keep the parents from becoming attached to their children. When Beau was born, Dr. Beaumont had argued to allow Alice to keep her access.

Now as Beau waited, his mind held tight to his end of the admin thread that connected him to his mother.

Another moment passed, then he felt it, like the plucking of a guitar string, Beau felt the call and rushed out of the room to his mother’s main lab room.

Entering all he saw was Amanda.

He backed up.

“Beau, there you are” she saw his nervousness, “sweetheart it’s okay, you know me, we need to leave the labs.”

Beau looked around and Amanda knew who he was searching for.

“Please, Beau, you need to believe me, it’s not safe here, not anymore, please come with me, we can leave this place; the other and I, we found a safe place, you can leave the labs, you can grow up, you’ll be fine, I promise.”

For a moment Beau wanted to believe her, then he saw it, the light of her core had changed color, the difference was faint but there as the past came rushing back to him.

“– pretty sure Antlers is just worried I'll gut him-"

"He is the only pill we have-"

“– you don't know what these drones would do just to get ahead-”

Before he could do anything, Beau heard a groan and saw his mother covered in magnets, her body had been seated, propped up against the wall behind one of the medical curtains but she had fallen over.

Beau could feel his systems racing.

“It had to be done” Amanda said, “Beau, please, it’s okay.”

As she began to approach him, Beau brought up his disassembler arm, blaster at the ready, leveling it at his old babysitter.

“Beau, please you know me, and I know you, I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

A moment and Beau adjusted his arm, so it was pointed at her head to spare her core.

“I see.”

Then before he could react, Beau felt something heavy hit the back of his head. As he went down Beau could just barely make out the sight of Marc as Amanda rushed to him.

“I’m sorry, Beau” she said then they were gone.

Dazed, Beau crawled over to his mother and began removing the magnets from her person, her systems quickly coming back online.

“Wha- Beau, Beau” Alice shouted after a moment before the sound from the cameras caught her attention.

Beau retracted his limbs as his mother gathered him in her handless arms, she staggered still shaking off the effects of oil loss, magnets and lack of sleep. Making it to the security camera system, Beau still had enough energy to see Alice push the button to lock the room door before she released the sentinels – then his world faded to black.

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[marinawolf]

Home- a cute little #supercorp one shot.

Kara watches Lena talk about an invention and realises she is in love with her. First Kiss.

(also- send through any supercorp oneshot requests!)

Lena Luthor's blue-green eyes sparkled with excitement as she stood in her lab, eagerly explaining her latest invention to Kara Danvers. Her hands moved animatedly, accentuating her words, while Kara watched with a mix of admiration and a newfound realization dawning within her.

"And then, Kara, with the integration of quantum computing and nanotechnology, we can achieve unparalleled efficiency and precision! Can you imagine the impact this could have?"

Lena's voice filled the air, her enthusiasm contagious as she spoke about the possibilities her invention held. But for Kara, something else was building within her. It was a realization that went beyond friendship, beyond admiration— a realization she couldn't ignore any longer.

She was in love with Lena Luthor.

"But obviously, this will come with some complications." Lena rambled on, "Public backlash at first. I mean, a Luthor is not the most trusted person in the world, right? But that doesn't matter right now- the results will speak for itself. I just need to get the right people on board and--"

Watching Lena, excited and flushed, a side of her usually hidden from the world, Kara's heart raced with a newfound urgency. She couldn't let this moment slip away. With a surge of courage, Kara reached out, gently placing her hand on Lena's arm to halt her words.

"Lena," Kara interjected, her voice barely above a whisper, "stop."

Confusion flickered across Lena's face, but Kara didn't give her a chance to speak. Instead, she closed the remaining distance between them, capturing Lena's lips in a soft, tender kiss. It was a declaration, a revelation of feelings that had been brewing within Kara for far too long.

Lena's eyes widened in surprise, her rambling words silenced. Kara's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the gravity of the moment. She had just kissed Lena, and now everything hung in the balance.

"I-I'm sorry," Kara stammered, pulling away. She took a step back, her eyes searching Lena's face for a reaction. "I shouldn't have done that. I'll just... I'll leave."

But before Kara could make her escape, Lena's hand shot out, gripping her cape and preventing her from leaving. Kara's eyes widened, meeting Lena's electrifying gaze filled with a mix of surprise, hope, and something else—love.

"No," Lena whispered fiercely, her voice laced with determination. She pulled Kara back towards her, their bodies colliding. With a newfound intensity, Lena kissed Kara again, their lips moving in perfect harmony, igniting a fire within both of them.

The kiss was electric, filled with the weight of their unspoken feelings, and a profound sense of relief washed over Kara. She had never felt safer, more cherished than in this moment. The world could be burning around them, the storms raging, but Kara would gladly succumb to it all if it meant she could stay in Lena's arms.

In losing her planet, Kara had believed she had lost her home, but in that moment, she discovered that home was never a place, but a person. Lena was her home.

xoxo

MarinaWolf

[idabbleincrazy]

Never a Wish Better Than This (7/7)

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Characters: Clark, Lex, surprise guest appearance

Word Count: 9346 (8265 without the lyrics)

Warnings: angst, schmoop, fluff, smut, oral, anal fingering, anal, intensely emotional smut, soulmate-ish stuff, So Much Kissing, bottom!Lex, top!Clark, subby!Lex, songfic (kinda)

Summary: Clark surprises Lex. Lex surprises himself.

A/N: and that's one more chapter fic finally finished! Now onto the daunting task of rewriting as much of the rest of the show as possible.

Lex's POV:

Okay, ow. Gee, Lex, yes, let's allow the computer-generated likeness of your boyfriend's biological father to use alien technology to zap a fuckton of Kryptonian (holy shit, that's quick absorption) knowledge into your brain, sounds like a genius idea. 

As the torrent of information dies down, I become aware of Clark's warmth pressing against my back, solid and grounding, his arms wrapped around my waist. When did I fall to my knees? 

"Lex?"

"I'm fine, Clark." Fuck, wish my voice sounded more steady. I turn my head to look at him, the newly gained knowledge of just how spectacular Clark really is, even more than I'd already figured, making my head spin with the scientific possibilities. Have to clamp down on all that, though. Mustn't treat the love of your life like a lab rat, Lex. I push aside the thoughts of experiments and underground laboratories, and press my hand to the side of his face. "You really are amazing, Clark."

There's that blush I love so much. 

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Other than the start of what's promising to be a fuckingly awful headache? Yes, I'm alright."

"Yeah, I think the only time I've ever had a real, lasting, migraine was when the A.I. did the same thing to me."

I frown at him as he stands up, pulling me up with him. 

"So, it's not just Kryptonite that can affect you physically?"

"You know about that now, huh?"

I nod, thinking. Knowledge is power, and now I don't know if I trust myself to keep from letting this much power corrupt me. 

"Look, Clark, maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all. I mean, sure, it gives a lot of clarity to the things that have happened these last four years; your little walk on the wild side and all that, but…Clark, what if I'm more like my father than I thought? What if I'm worse? I don't want to hurt you, Clark, but what if I really am the villain of the story?"

My heart clenches at the look he gives me just before he envelopes me in his strong embrace. His mouth is just centimeters from my ear as he shushes me. 

"You won't, Lex. I won't let you." He pressed a soft kiss to my cheek before pulling back, his bright, green gaze locking onto mine, full of promises. "Sure, you could hurt me now, physically. But you always had the ability to hurt me emotionally, and you've never done anything that couldn't be forgiven. We've hurt each other, Lex, without even meaning to, with our secrets and lies, and going behind each other's backs. We're still here, together. Because, ultimately, neither of us has given in to what's expected of us."

God, I don't deserve him, this incredible, beautiful being who somehow believes in me, despite everything. Staring back at him, I feel the bond now, like a pulsing thread stretching between us. During the transfer, I saw the other threads to his potential lovers, coiling out around Smallville, and beyond. Lana, of course, and Chloe. I wasn't surprised to learn of Kyla and Alicia, their threads now severed, laying dark and still. I was, however, surprised by Pete and Lois both having a connection, though Pete's appeared very weak and frayed, whether by physical distance or emotional, I was unsure. Chloe's thread gave off less of a thrum than Lois and Lana's, less like a lover, rather, more like a true confidante, and it made me wonder how much she knew about Clark. Lana's thread, though slightly frayed, still fought to maintain its connection, and Lois' seemed somewhat muted, like there was a resistance being enacted upon it from one side or the other. 

It worried me a little, that these connections still stood. Yes, Clark chose me, and I, him, but any one of these other potentials would be so much safer. 

I'm a Luthor, dammit. Luthors don't second-guess themselves. Luthors have conviction. We make a decision and stand by it, to the end. You love Clark, and would do anything for him.

But what does a Luthor know of love? Luthors hurt and betray, pretend affection to get what they want from people, use them to further their own end. I've fucked endless numbers of people, but I've never cared about them, about their wants and needs and feelings.

Ah, but you did once, didn't you? That first time. You loved him, and would've done anything for him, too.

And that worked out so well, didn't it? Those blue, too blue, eyes flash through my memory with a sting of betrayal. He hurt me, deeply, what's to stop Clark from doing the same thing?

You don't really believe that, do you? Do you really think him capable of inflicting such pain?

No. I don't. And that's what matters, isn't it? I snap myself out of my inner contemplation and pull Clark into a deep, searching kiss. I find my strength, my conviction, in that kiss, his tongue twining with mine, his hands flexing, oh, so carefully, at my waist. Breathless, I break the kiss, pressing my forehead to his, just holding on to him.

"I don't deserve you, Clark Kent."

"Hey, don't talk like that. You deserve love, and I will make you see that. Where'd you go just now?"

"Nowhere, Clark." I disentangle myself from his arms, looking around at the cavern. The hewn-rock table with the element I'd found in Egypt set in the center beckons me, another secret, another temptation. I know enough now to know it wasn't actually Clark who betrayed me with that theft, that Jor-El had been steering him. It can wait. "I know there's still a lot about this place to discuss and explore, but, Clark, can we just go? That transfer, it's taken a lot outta me."

"Oh. Sure. You're okay, though? This was a pretty big step."

"I assure you, I'm alright. I just need time for everything to sort itself out in there." Letting him lead the way back through the passageways, I toss him the key to the Porsche. "You drive back, though, okay?"

"Really?! You're gonna let me drive one of your babies?"

"I trust you, Clark. More than I've ever trusted anyone."

Clark's face crinkles in a grimace at my harken back to the day he came to borrow the red Ferrari. 

"I wasn't exactly myself that day, you get that, right?"

I nod in understanding, all too aware of the truth behind that incident. 

"Red Kryptonite makes you a little uninhibited, doesn't it?"

"Something like that."

"Hey, it's not like I've never done drugs. I get it, and it's okay, Clark." I watch as Clark closes the hidden cavern back up without so much as a goodbye to his father's…memory? I'm definitely going to have to look into that further; I don't fully trust that the A.I. has Clark's best interest in mind in its actions. "Come on, Clark, let's get back to the farm. The sooner we get there, the more time we'll have alone in your little loft."

Clark flashes a smirk to mirror mine and we walk out into the midday sun, leaving me blinking against it as my eyes adjust. I look over at him as we head back to the car, wonder sinking in at the realization that it's our yellow sun that strengthens him, gives him his amazing abilities. Weird to think that on his planet, he would be just, average. Clark Kent and average should never belong in the same sentence. 

Clark's POV:

Jeez. I knew Lex was going to take a bit of work, but I don't think I was expecting it to be this bad. He just doesn't see himself the way I do. He sees the man everyone else thinks he is, a carbon-copy of his dad. He's always so confident and sophisticated on the outside that I've forgotten about those glimpses I've seen of the insecure, yet hopeful, young man he is underneath the Luthor-scion façade. I haven't forgotten about the incident with the black Kryptonite, I haven't forgotten about how truly dark and twisted Lex has the capability to become, but I also remember how good his other side was. I remember how he tried to save me from himself, how he was willing to die along with the other Lex, just to keep me from harm. There is the capacity for terrible evil within him, as there is in most of us, but like most people, there is also the capacity for great kindness. I've seen how caring he can be.

I saw it when he fought against his father and worked out a way to lower operation costs rather than laying off a couple hundred people who were dependent on their jobs at the plant. I saw it when he did everything in his considerable power to try to save Ryan. I saw it when he paid off my parents' mortgage to keep us from losing the farm, even though he'd barely been back from his honeymoon from hell for barely a day, and the only thing he'd asked in return was to be treated, not like a Luthor, but like a Kent. I saw it when he took responsibility for his company's R&D mishap, giving himself up as guinea pig for an antidote that could have killed him. He's done so much for this town, with so little thanks in return. I know who Lex Luthor really is, I just have to make him see it, too. 

I know he still has things he hasn't told me, but I'm not going to push. He'll tell me in his own time, or he won't, but I trust him to not do anything that would end up hurting me or the people I care about. I have to believe in that. Having faith in someone isn't about making that choice after knowing all the facts, it's about making a conscious decision to trust them even when you're in the dark. He loves me, and that's something Lex Luthor doesn't do easily, or halfway. And that knowledge is enough for now. 

As I pull up the drive to the barn, I realize we still haven't gotten around to discussing the us part of our relationship. With the revelation of my apparent ability to forge a more-than-figurative bond, that kinda took a backseat. I'm not completely sure what this connection between us entails, but it's going to take another trip to the cave and a lengthy conversation with Jor-El to figure it out, so I put a pin in it for now. I still have my surprise waiting inside, and I think Lex needs it now more than ever. Grand gestures go a long way with him, after all.

I shift into park and kill the ignition before looking over at Lex, who has been unnaturally silent on the trip back. I don't think he even sees what he's looking at beyond the passenger window. I know it was a lot of information to take in all at once like that, probably even more so for a human brain, but I don't think his thoughts are really on my Kryptonian heritage. Well, self-reflection can come later; I put a lot of work into getting this just right and I'm not going to let Lex's doubts about himself rain on my parade. I take his hand in mine, feeling him startle slightly as I drag him from his introspection, and there's an almost deer-in-the-headlights look on his face when he turns to look at me. 

"Hey, it'll all work out, Lex, trust me. I believe in us."

"I do trust you, Clark. After that, how can I not? It's…it's me I'm not so sure about."

I don't know whether to shake him until he sees sense or fold him into my embrace like a swaddled infant in need of comfort, so I settle for somewhere in-between, pulling him halfway across the center console and crushing my mouth to his. I pour as much meaning into the kiss as I can, hoping he feels the love and trust I have for him. With a gentle, if somewhat annoyed, nip to his bottom lip, I push him back into his seat, slightly smug at his gasping pants for breath. I hadn't even used tongue.

"You're a good man, Lex Luthor. Anyone who actually bothers to get to know you can see that. And, I don't care how long it takes, I will make you see it, too." Unbuckling my seatbelt, I toss him the keys and start to step out of the car, trusting him to follow me instinctively. "But, not today. Today, I have something a lot better planned than trying to convince one of the most stubborn people in the world of their real worth."

He frowns at the dig, but falls into step beside me as we walk through the barn door. At the foot of the stairs, I stop him, pulling him against me, back to chest. 

"Trust me?"

He cranes his head back around to give me a put-upon look. 

"Clark…"

"Indulge me."

Huffy sigh and an eye roll, as expected.

"I trust you, Clark."

"Good." 

I press a quick kiss to his cheek and cover his eyes with one hand, the other dropping to his waist to keep him close. I guide him up the stairs without a stumble and lead him to the center of the loft.

"Clark, what's with the subterfuge? Come on, let me see, already."

There's a lightness to his voice that wasn't there when we left the car. Good. No Debbie Downers allowed. I remove my hand from over his eyes and step back, releasing my hold on him. 

He turns slowly, taking in the sight of the rearranged and redecorated loft, a confused, wide-eyed wonder growing on his face. 

The Look to the Stars banner I managed to find stashed away in the school's supply closet is stretched across one wall. Glittery streamers and twinkling lights hung from the ceiling, their effect slightly muted by the sunlight streaming in through the window, but still glinting and casting shadows around us. The furniture is all pushed back against the back wall, leaving the majority of the floor bare. I couldn't risk using mom's punch bowl that she uses during the holidays, but there were a few snacks and drinks set up on the coffee table. 

"Clark, what - what is all this?"

"Kinda thought it wasn't completely fair that the man who paid for the band didn't get to see them play, y'know?" I speed over to the table and back before he can really register that I even moved, a small remote in my hand. "Prom was great, Dawn's ghostly antics aside, I got to dance with Lana, and it was just like I had spent years dreaming it would be. But, something was missing."

I press a button on the remote, and music rings out from the speakers hidden away in the shadowy corners of the ceiling. Pocketing the remote, I reach out a hand to Lex.

"Can I have this dance?"

Wordlessly, he places his hand in mine, letting me take the lead as I pull him in close. His hands wrap around my shoulders and mine around his waist, and we begin a simple sway to the music, his face tilted up towards mine, eyes bright in the light reflecting around us.

What day is it

And in what month?

This clock never seemed so alive

I can't keep up, and I can't back down

I've been losing so much time

I've only known Lex for less than five years, but I feel as though I've known him all my life. Like my life didn't really start until I met him. I spent the last four years and eight months unsure of myself, and unable to admit who I really am. The last twenty-four hours have been the best, most freeing, hours of my life, and I mourn all the hours between that moment on the river bank and now. I just need to make him understand. He's not the only one struggling here, not the only one who's vulnerable.

"You've done so much for other people, Lex, without even being asked, without even caring about the recognition. I mean, who even pays what was probably an ungodly amount of money to fly a real, popular, band out to the middle of nowhere for a high school dance, unbidden? I wouldn't have even known that you organized it if Chloe hadn't told me."

'Cause it's you and me

And all of the people with nothing to do

Nothing to lose

And it's you and me

And all of the people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

"I did it for you, you know. I wanted your high school experience to be complete." He's still staring at me, wide-eyed and marveling. His voice is soft, almost below my range of hearing, like he doesn't know if he wants me to hear it. "I skipped my prom. I couldn't very well show up with the one person I really wanted to, and none of the girls from our sister school seemed an acceptable replacement. I'm not very fond of what I remember of that night. This…this is better."

"It's better for me, too. 'Cause it's you."

What are the things that I want to say

Just aren't coming out right?

I'm tripping on words

You got my head spinning

I don't know where to go from here

"Clark," his voice so raw, trembling, and I've never heard it that way, not even last night, when we were stripped bare in every way. "I'm…I'm not good at this. At relationships, at love. And I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone, or anything in this fucking world. But I - Clark, I don't know how - how to do this, how to love you and not hurt you and not be afraid of being hurt."

'Cause it's you and me

And all of the people with nothing to do

Nothing to prove

And it's you and me

And all of the people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

God, I love this man in my arms. I want to show him what I see, but I don't know how to put it any plainer than I already have. I hate the world that has made him so jaded and scared so young. We've stopped moving, just staring at each other as the song continues on, neither of us blinking for long stretches of time.

"You do, Lex. I've seen it. When you're not trying to be the man your father spent years trying to mold you into. When you're completely yourself, you're one of the best people I know." 

There's something about you now

That I can't quite figure out

Everything she does is beautiful

Everything she does is right

"Just…help me? If-if I fuck up, if I slip into that man I don't want to be?"

'Cause it's you and me

And all of the people with nothing to do

Nothing to lose

And it's you and me and all of the people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you and me

And all of the people with nothing to do

Nothing to prove

And it's you and me and all of the people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

"Always, Lex. We balance each other. That's what people who are meant to be together do."

What day is it?

And in what month?

This clock never seemed so alive

The song ends, and I release him, reaching for the remote and stopping the music before the next song begins, needing the silence. Until this moment, I hadn't decided on whether to give him this next part of the surprise or to wait until we were more settled. I know now, there will be no moment better than this. Forcing myself not to speed, I cross back over to the makeshift refreshment table and pick up the metal box I had hidden behind a bag of chips. Lana had wondered why I asked for it back after all this time, but she accepted my bumbling explanation with the same grace she always does, even through the glint of sadness that flashed behind her eyes when she handed over the lead box made from St. George's armor. I think she sensed the finality of the dance between us as she placed it into my waiting hand. If she ever sees the box in Lex's possession, I don't think it would take her long to put two and two together. 

Fingering the blunt spikes lined along the sides nervously, I start the music again, leaving the remote on the table, and cross back to where Lex is still standing, waiting, his eyes flitting down to the box and back up to mine in confusion.

Lex's POV:

How many times can a person be overwhelmed with emotion in such a short span of time? I had expected Clark to lead me up here for some simple, distracting, fooling around before running the risk of being caught by either elder Kent or the ever-nosy Ms. Lane. Not this. No one's ever done anything like this for me. 

I'm confused by the St. George box in his hands, and the opening strains of guitar coming from the speakers makes my heart clench slightly in trepidation. Whatever's inside is obviously important, like every moment of the last twenty-four hours has been. 

Desperate for changing, starving for truth

I'm closer to where I started, I'm chasing after you

The funny thing is, I'd never even heard of Lifehouse until I started searching for the perfect band to play at Clark's prom. Chloe had given me a burned cd of the most popular alt rock and pop songs of the last four years, and the second I'd heard You and Me, I knew they were it. My decision had been cemented after I did a bit of research and came across a few more of their singles that seemed like someone had gained insider information on just how deeply my feelings for Clark ran. I'd listened to them so many times, their words were imprinted at the back of my brain. Wonder how  much it would cost to keep them on retainer.

"I thought you gave that to Lana?"

"I did. I thought it was time it was returned to its rightful owner, along with something else I once mistook as being meant for her."

Clark handed me the box, and I opened it warily, wondering if it was perhaps some kind of test involving Kryptonite. Instead of a green, glowing meteorite, within the lead box, lay a thick-banded silver bracelet with a diamond-shaped, blue-hued opal delicately placed within the circular cutout in its center. 

I'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all I've held on to

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you

"This…Clark, isn't this the bracelet from the cave drawing? The one with the girl?"

Clark stepped closer and carefully, almost reverently, plucked the bracelet from the box, letting the gem catch the light and throw it back across the room, dazzling me even further. 

"According to the Kawatche legend, this is meant to be given by Naman to the one he's destined to be with." He hesitates, his fingers tracing around the pattern pressed into the edges of the silver. "Over the two years I've had this, I almost gave this to three other people; Kyla, Lana, and Alicia, but something held me back. I'll always miss Kyla and Alicia, always regret that we didn't get to follow things to a natural conclusion, but I don't think either of those relationships would have ended any differently than it did with Lana, even with them knowing about my abilities. You don't have to wear it, obviously, but if I am Naman, then, Segeeth or not, this belongs to you."

Forgetting all I'm lacking, completely incomplete

I'll take your invitation, you take all of me now

I take the proffered bracelet from him, my fingers lingering as they brush over his. Setting the box down on the floor, I pointedly clamp the bracelet around my wrist, the open ends just lightly touching to mold almost perfectly to the shape of my wrist. I can see the emotions swimming in his eyes, a surge of unexpected confidence washing through me. Clark loves me, trusts me despite everything. 

I'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all I've held on to

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you

I'm living for the only thing I know

I'm running and not quite sure where to go

And I don't know what I'm diving into

Just hanging by a moment here with you

"I'd be honored to wear it whenever I can, Clark." I wish my voice didn't sound so raw in my own ears. "Sometimes, it's better not to fight destiny."

There's nothing else to lose, there's nothing else to find

There's nothing in the world that can change my mind

There is nothing else

There is nothing else

There is nothing else

The smile he flashes is stunningly bright, a shaky laugh falling from his lips, and I can't help but pull him to me. 

Desperate for changing, starving for truth

I'm closer to where I started, I'm chasing after you

I feel his arms slip back around me as I capture his mouth, sealing all the promises we've made each other today, both spoken and silent. My lips part under his as he takes control of the kiss, my eyes falling shut. 

I'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all I've held on to

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you

I'm living for the only thing I know

I'm running and not quite sure where to go

And I don't know what I'm diving into

Just hanging by a moment here with you

At the first touch of his tongue against mine, I moan, my nascent arousal surging startlingly back into overdrive. As he clutches me close, I can feel the evidence of his own desire pressing against my hip and I can't help but buck up into the girth of him. I want him now. In me. Even more than I did last night. I feel like I've woken up on that river bank all over again, a rush of renewed life flowing through me, the lips of an angel, my angel, breathing his essence into my lungs to lead to redemption. 

Just hanging by a moment

Hanging by a moment here with you

Hanging by a moment

Hanging by a moment here with you

As the song trails down to an end, I break the kiss, feeling slightly off-kilter.

"Uh, Clark, we're floating again." 

I can't help but laugh at his sheepish look. At least nothing caught fire. The next song starts as we touch back down upon the wooden slats of the loft, and I sober quickly. 

A strangled smile fell from your face

What kills me that I hurt you this way

The worst part is that I didn't even know

Now there's a million reasons for you to go

But if you can find a reason to stay

"Is there still time before anyone comes back, Clark?"

He casts a quick look out the window, and I can see the laser-focus in his eyes as he scans the distance.

"Plenty. Dad's busy enough for the next couple hours, at least, and mom's just now going on break with Lois at the Talon." He crushes his lips back to mine, and he seems to be just as hungry for it as I am, a big hand sliding around my head to keep me from pulling away too quickly. I gasp into his mouth at the feel of his thumb caressing over the bump at the base of my skull, the gentle touch an unexpected shock to my system. "What do you want, Lex? Hmm? Want me to suck you off properly this time, baby? Wanna fuck me? God, I just, I love you so much, Lex. So beautiful, inside and out. Want to make you see that. Anything, baby, just tell me."

"I want you in me again, Clark. Need it." I'm moaning in-between kisses, grinding up into the hand that slides teasingly over my crotch. Turning my face into the curve of his shoulder, I let the fear seep out. "Fuck, please, baby, show me. Show me how much you love me. Show me what I'm fighting against the Luthor name for. God, Clark, I don't know how to be that man you see, but I want to. I want to be worthy of you."

"Dammit, Lex, you already are. Just by being here, by trying even though you're afraid."

I'll do whatever it takes

To turn this around

I know what's at stake

I know that I've let you down

In a whirl of air, Clark is gone, leaving me feeling bereft. The tortuous emotion is fleeting, as he is back in front of me, taking my hand again and leading me over to a shadowed corner of the loft where there's an impromptu set-up of blankets and pillows. 

I expected another mad rush to nudity, but he simply dips his head to brush his lips against my own as his fingers untangle from mine, sliding up my arms and across my shoulders, down my chest to the hem of my shirt. Thumbs caress briefly over my abdomen before he slowly tugs the shirt up, my arms raising without thought for him to pull the slightly sweat-dampened cotton over my head. 

I've never been undressed by a lover like this. So reverently, like unveiling my pale, nearly hairless, skin was something to be savored rather than a means to an end. Clark's kissing me again, a slow, sweeping exploration of my mouth that exudes such a quiet desperation that I can't even try to fight against it, merely allow it. 

When he finally relinquishes my mouth, I tug his shirt off, eyes roaming over golden skin that should never have to be covered by a single stitch. My hands join in, running slowly over dips and planes, my head starting to follow their path until Clark stops me with his forefinger under my chin, nudging me back up. 

And if you give me a chance

Believe that I can change

I'll keep us together

Whatever it takes

A whisper of a kiss to my lips before that sweet, sinful mouth of his starts a trail along my jaw, down my throat, feather-light, his hands sliding up my sides and over my chest. His lips work their way across one shoulder, tongue sliding slowly over the freckles I know are there. I swallow hard, trying to will away the tremble I feel running through me, my hands clenching lightly on his hips as he travels along my collarbone to the other shoulder, teeth clamping, oh so gently, over the skin stretched tight across bone. 

I watch the top of his head as he continues his downward path, kissing and licking, tasting, every bit of me he comes in contact with, thumbs sliding up to scrape over my nipples, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my aching cock.

A broken moan escapes me, and Clark's dips briefly into my navel, swirling erotically around the indent before kneeling on the hard wooden floor. His eyes raise back to mine, deep pools of onyx within thin rings of emerald, and I want to capture that look in stone, in something I can wear, always, and remember this moment. This instant, with his head upturned to watch me watching him, his hands slipping down to the waist of my jeans, fingers easing the button through its hole, sliding the zipper down so excruciatingly slowly that I swear I hear each tooth parting.

She said if we're gonna make this work

You gotta let me inside even though it hurts

Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see

Fly open, he groans softly as he discovers I've gone commando, pressing his face into the sparse russet curls and inhaling deeply, the movement visible in the muscles of his bare back. So close to freedom from its denim confines and Clark's mouth, I feel a spurt of pre-cum ooze from my cock, so much like Pavlov's dog drooling at the sound of the bell. Addicted to him already. Hands slide down my legs, and I curve forward slightly, my hands now on his shoulders to stabilize myself as he lifts first one foot, then the other, removing shoes and socks before pulling my jeans down, helping me step out of them.

Face back on mine as his hands wrap around my hips and he leans forward, engulfing me in the heat of his mouth. Swallows me down in one slick slide of lips and tongue, until I'm pressing at the back of his throat. It takes everything in my vast well of willpower not to tear my gaze away from his, let my head fall back on my shoulders, as he shifts me back and forth, guiding my hips into a steady, if too slow, pace. Christ, too much and not enough, and this is not the way it's supposed to be, so sweet and gentle and not at all the overwhelming and almost brutal taking of last night. 

Not supposed to go this way. Never has. No one has ever been so gentle, so passionate, so caring, not with me. Not even…no. Blink away the memory of blue eyes and swim in the green staring up at me. I don't deserve this, this barrier-breaking affection and selfless attention as he lets me take over, thrusting down his throat, his jaw going slack to take me so completely, lips brushing against the sensitive skin at the base of my cock with every push in. I'm a Luthor, and this is not what Luthors are given, never willingly, not with such blind trust and complete faith, never when it isn't a well-masked lie paid for exorbitantly.

A sound like a sob slips past my lips before I can choke it back, sight momentarily blurry until I can blink away the salt sting. Clark's face changes minutely, just enough to show it didn't escape his scrutiny. His hands tighten on my hips just enough to halt me mid-thrust. One last, slow, backward pull along the shaft of my throbbing cock before he releases it from its newly found haven.

She said like it or not it's the way it's gotta be

You've gotta love yourself if you can ever love me

His mouth shapes into those two lines of verse, and a shudder wracks through me, and my eyes fall shut, trying to block out the world, him. 

"I…I don't know if I can." I wrench my eyes open again, hand sliding up into Clark's hair, tugging forcefully, enough that it would hurt anyone else to resist. He gets the demand behind the action, allows me to pull him up to standing, to guide his mouth to mine in a kiss that rattles me more than it does him. Tongues overlapping, sweeping into each other's mouths, his hands still tight on my hips, and I moan desperately against his lips as my cock drags over the rough denim of his jeans. "Teach me, Clark, show me how. Make me trust myself the way you trust me, the way I trust you."

I'll do whatever it takes

To turn this around

I know what's at stake

I know that I've let you down

And if you give me a chance

And give me a break

I'll keep us together

Without breaking the kiss completely, Clark manages to maneuver us down onto the pile of bedding, the remainder of his clothing lost in the transition from standing to stretched out above me. No thought involved as legs spread wide to accommodate the span of his waist between them as he settles, the brush of his cock against mine making me pulse again, slicking the slide as he rocks into me. 

My hands fall away from him to stretch above my head in surrender, (when had I even given in so completely?), as he pulls back slightly, his face more serious and open than I remember ever seeing it. A bottle of lube from fuck knows where, wetting fingers that disappear between us as I keep my gaze on him. Gasp out a breath when his hand grazes my aching cock for the briefest moment before continuing its way further down, my legs spreading wider, hips canting up, as slippery fingers slide over that sensitive bit of skin behind my balls and down, between, there. Flicker of heat in Clark's eyes as the pad of a finger finds that furled ring of muscle, only the merest circling needed before it relaxes, welcoming the intrusion. 

Years of sex without bottoming, without another man's fingers inside me, and after just one time with him, already it feels so natural, opening to him, giving him this part of me. And so different than last night, my urgent, raw need for more and more, replaced with a connoisseur's appreciation of his quickly learned skill. Savoring the way he eases his forefinger into me, his free hand at my hip, pinning me to the floor, the disallowment of movement allowing me to just lay there, just let myself really feel it, the way I never have before. It's…transcendent. His eyes, boring into mine, willing me to understand, to see myself the way he does. 

I'd let the knowledge of the literal bond between us fade into the background once we'd arrived at the barn, distracted by all of - this. I feel it again, now, a thrum running between us, and I can't help but gasp. 

"Clark." God, my voice has never sounded so ragged in my own ears, my breath coming out in short, audible huffs, and I have a flash of fear that my asthma has suddenly returned under the strain of so much emotion after years of denial. "Oh, God, please."

Another finger slips into me, Clark's head dipping down to brush his lips over mine as the digits stroke and stretch. There's no burn to it, surprisingly, even though I know my accelerated healing would have undone nearly all of last night's work by now. Just the slightest pinch as muscle loosens, and then pleasure, pure and honest pleasure. I feel the steady drip of pre-cum slicking my stomach as he thrusts slowly, have to fight the urge to reach down and touch, knowing it probably would bring this all to an embarrassingly quick end. I've made sex last for hours before cumming even once, but with him, it's just. Right. There. He tests my stamina and will with every touch, every look. 

I know you deserve much better

Remember the time I told you the way that I felt

And that I'd be lost without you and never find myself

Let's hold onto each other above everything else

Start over, start over

A few more strokes, and a third finger wiggles in, slightly snug, but still painless. I can tell he's deliberately avoiding my prostate, attempting to make this the least difficult for me that he can. I know there's wetness shining in the corners of my eyes, and know he notices it when his brow furrows minutely. Thankfully, he doesn't break the silence he's kept since he started stripping me bare. 

Barely notice the addition of his pinky, and I swear, he could fist me right now, and it wouldn't be any more difficult than the slight tug of skin as it's stretched taut around the breadth of his knuckles. If this moment wasn't so enthralling, if his face weren't so intently solemn, I might have begged for it. As it is, I already feel so completely owned, a realization that should have alarmed someone so thoroughly un-ownable as me. He's claimed me, through and through; I will never find this myriad swirl of emotions in the attentions of anyone else, even if I searched across the entire universe. God, I want to be worthy of this man, and he believes I already am. Fuck. I'm going to have to make some enormous changes in LuthorCorp. 

To turn this around

I'll do whatever it takes

I know what's at stake

I know that I've let you down

And if you give me a chance

Believe that I can change

I'll keep us together

Whatever it takes

One more deep, gentle stroke, and suddenly gone. Empty for the briefest second, barely enough to voice a mournfully breathy, pathetic, sound of disappointment, before the thick tip of his cock is breaching me. None of that hesitancy of night, no need for guidance, just the slow, steady slide of steel-hard flesh. Hand no longer pinning me in place, and my legs shift to brace against his sides as he stretches back out over me, hands wrapping firmly around my forearms, bracing us both. Feeling of fullness as he bottoms out, and a flare of light and heat from the band of silver clamped around my wrist.

Clark's POV:

Y'know, one of these days I'm going to have sex with Lex where he doesn't shed a single tear. It better be soon, or I'm gonna end up with some kind of complex. But, unlike last night's mystery tear, these don't seem borne of pain, more like a cleansing. Like he's finally just letting it all wash over him, soak in, and maybe it will scour away the doubt and fear he has of himself. I don't know how much clearer I can be on how I feel about him, about my trust in him to be his own Lex, not the carbon-copy Lionel tried so hard to shape him into. I don't have any more words, action is all that's left, and if the damp streaks down his cheeks are anything to go by, there's been at least some headway.

Find me here and speak to me

I want to feel you, I need to hear you

You are the light that's leading me

To the place where I find peace again

I'm not sure if he can even hear the music anymore, hard to tell what's making it past the intense focus he has trained on our lovemaking. I'll be sure to play this one again, repeatedly, just to make sure he gets the message. 

The feel of him around me, under me, is even more incredible than before. More than just giving into our lust for each other, this is Lex, the most willful, independent person I know, seeking guidance, asking me for help, for strength. And how could I ever deny him?

You are the strength that keeps me walking

You are the hope that keeps me trusting

You are the life to my soul

You are my purpose, you're everything

Taking the flare of light from the bracelet as a good sign, since it doesn't seem to be hurting Lex, I ease my way back, feeling my cock drag through the clenching passage. Nearly out of him as my hands slide down his arms to link my fingers through his, bracing, claiming. Slow push back into the twitching hole that opens so willingly for me, makes it so easy to be careful. 

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you?

Would you tell me how could it be

Any better than this?

Yeah

I feel a thrum run through me, spreading out from my chest, down and outward towards Lex, like the brief connection I felt in the caves when Jor-El was transferring information into his mind. I'll have to ask Lex some time if he senses it, too. Later. Much later. 'Cause, God, not sure if I can utter anything more coherent than his name between the groans I can't hold in. 

Watery smile on his face now, small, but significant all the same, considering the startled look in his eyes. His legs lifting, wrapping around my thighs, heels digging into my ass, a wordless plea for more. And how can I deny him anything right now, with him all open and vulnerable and willing to let me be in control? 

You calm the storms and you give me rest

You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall

You still my heart and you take my breath away

Would you take me in, take me deeper now?

I make a quick sweep over his lithe, pale body, unable not to notice the weeping, reddened cock twitching against his stomach, its contrast that much more obvious as he strains to stay still beneath me. I pull one hand free from his as I thrust slowly, deeply into him, my fingers trailing down his arm and over to his throat, thumb tracing along his jaw. Dipping my head to capture his mouth, my hand slides down to pluck briefly at his nipple, causing Lex to moan into my mouth, before gripping around his thigh, hiking the flexing limb higher up my back. The new position lets me slip deeper into him, and Lex wrenches away from the kiss, his head arching back with a jagged keen. 

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you?

Would you tell me how could it be

Any better than this?

Rubbing my hand over his upper thigh like I'm soothing a startled horse, I thrust again, keeping aim on his prostate now that I've found it. 

"Clark! Please…I - oh, God, don't - don't stop. Don't ever stop."

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you?

Would you tell me how could it be

Any better than this?

And this, this is what was missing last night. Pure, raw need, untempered by the haze of lust and four years worth of jerk-off fantasies. That was rutting, animalistic and dirty in all the best ways, but this. This is something more. Divine. 

Lex's free hand clutches around my neck, fingers twining into my hair, his other clutching my hand tight, nails trying to dig into flesh. Pressed against him like this, I can feel his cock throb, feel the slick warmth as another spurt of pre-cum rushes out. He's sobbing softly, his head turning away into the pillows. I bury my face in the curve of his throat, inhaling the sweat-slick scent of him, and wish I could mark him visibly, worry that bit of flesh between my teeth and show the world that he is mine. This beautiful, fractured, amazing, human is mine. 

You're everything, everything

'Cause you're all I want, you're all I need

You're all I want, you're all I need

You're everything, everything

You're all I want, you're all I need

You're everything, everything

You're all I want, you're all I need

Everything, everything

Tangled around each other, we fall into a rhythm, his body arching up into mine as I thrust into him. As slow as I've kept the pace, I can still feel my orgasm rushing towards me sooner than I thought possible. Lex flexes, his ass clenching around me, and I know it's a losing battle. 

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you?

Would you tell me how could it be

Any better than this?

"I love you, Lex. So much. God, you're beautiful, baby, just…perfect. Look at me, Lex." I watch his eyes close for a moment, some internal war taking place, before he turns his face back to mine. Jesus, he's breathtaking like this, all his walls down, and it's like I can see straight into his soul, flawed and perfect at the same time. "No matter what happens, I'll never feel like this with anyone else. I chose you before I even knew there was a choice to make."

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you?

Would you tell me how could it be

Any better, any better than this?

Lex's hand slides around to cup my face, his eyes boring into mine. My thrusts stilled, my cock protesting the sudden lack of friction.

"I-I can't promise I'll never fail you, Clark, but I promise to never stop trying. Since the day of the meteor shower, my life has felt…disconnected, incomplete." Lex let out a soft laugh, his warm breath ghosting over my lips as I stared down at him. "That feeling disappeared the moment I woke up on the riverbank, and saw the eyes of an angel looking down at me."

And how can I stand here with you

And not be moved by you?

Would you tell me how could it be

Any better than this?

He drew me into a deep, sensual kiss before I could respond. Not that I'm sure I would have been able to say anything more impressive than 'wow'. If there had been any lingering doubt that maybe there was someone out there better suited to me, that squashed it. Lex is only human, to expect him not to fail at some point, to never slip back into the darkness that had surrounded him for so long, would be naïve. But, even if he does take a wrong turn on his path, I know now that he'll let me help lead him back in the right direction. As he kissed me, he writhed against me, thrusting down on my cock, urging me back into action. 

"God", he whispered against my lips, voice rough and so thoroughly erotic. "Need to cum, Clark. Make me cum, baby."

And that was it. The tenuous hold I had on my own arousal snapped. With a deep groan that almost sounded like a growl in my ears, I clutched Lex to me as I began a faster pace, my tongue thrusting into his mouth in a mirror of my cock. I could feel my climax racing closer, my balls pulling up tight, that electric tingle pooling at the base of my spine.

Orgasm looming, and wanting Lex right there with me, I slid my hand up from his leg to wrap around his cock, swallowing his moans as I started stroking the thick shaft. It doesn't take much, a few firm strokes, my thumb brushing over the head of his cock in time with each nudge of my own against his prostate, and he stiffens beneath me. Bottomed out within him, his cry of pleasure smothered within my mouth, I feel the surge of warmth rush over my hand and against our stomachs as he cums. His nails are scraping at my impenetrable skin, tugging at my hair, and his internal muscles are clamping down on me, tight enough to actually register beyond my invulnerability. All senses narrowed down to Lex, the scent of his cum, the taste of his tongue on mine, the sound and feel of him coming completely undone. It's enough to send me falling over the edge just behind him, pulsing inside him, the backflow of my cum slicking my already sticky cock as I continue thrusting into him, riding him through our mutual release. 

Would you tell me how could it be

Any better than this?

Panting heavily, half-sobs hiccuping throughout, Lex goes limp in my embrace the instant his climax ends, limbs unwinding from their tangle around my body to flop unceremoniously to the floor. If he weren't so devastatingly beautiful like this, it would almost be comical. As it is, the sight of him as I open my eyes, all sprawled out and attempting to recover his wits, tear tracks down his cheeks and lips red and slightly puffy from abuse, leaves me breathless as I freeze above him, two last, powerful spurts of cum emptying into him.

"Lex," and Christ, my voice is raspy in my own ears as I finally speak, barely remembering not to just flop down on top of him. "You okay?"

He hums in acknowledgement, pulling me down onto him, seeking comfort as he comes back to himself. My deflating cock slips out of his stretched hole on a rush of wet warmth, and I can't even find it in myself to care about the mess that's going to leave. Plenty of time to hide the blanket in the laundry later. Lex snuggles into me as I roll us onto our sides, my hand rubbing down his back soothingly. Distantly, I notice the CD has started back at the beginning and the soft sound of Lex's voice singing along draws my gaze to his face. 

"Seriously, Lex. That was…intense…are you sure you're alright?"

"I will be. Trust me, Clark, I'm good at compartmentalizing. I just want to be here, with you, right now. I'll process it all later."

I sigh and give him a wary look as he gives me a quick kiss before pulling himself upright, looking around us for his discarded clothes. 

"Okay, but…promise me, if you start having some kind of freak-out, all alone in that empty castle of yours, surrounded by…everything…call me? I'll hear you, even without a phone, and I'll be there in seconds. You don't have to go through this alone, Lex. This is new, and scary, exciting, but scary, for me, too. We have to navigate this together."

I know Lex. I know, that left to his own devices, with no one to confide in, to work things out with, he'll internalize everything and let his own doubts override everything else. And that could never lead anywhere good.

Lex smiles down at me as he stands, reaching out a hand to pull me up with him. There's a lot going on behind those bright blue eyes, but I see the walls falling back into place, shuttering away the deep turmoil that had been there before. He pulls me into a tight hug, briefly nuzzling his nose into my neck.

"I promise, Clark."

Lex releases me and starts rooting around for his jeans. I have to look away when he bends down to retrieve them, my spent cock twitching interestedly at the sight of his ass, the light glistening on the trails of cum wetting the backs of his thighs. Busying myself with my own redressing distracts my teenage libido enough that I'm not too uncomfortable by the time I pull my zipper up.

Once we're both dressed, I pull him into my arms, my eyes roving over his face, memorizing. There's still a bit of openness there, enough to see the determination to succeed cementing within him. When a Luthor sets themself on a goal, it's like a dog with a bone. A soft smile twists my lips as I dip my head to capture his mouth, my tongue soothing over his kiss-bruised lips before delving between them.

I'm so focused on Lex, his taste and the scent of his sweat and cum still filling my senses, I barely hear the soft gasp over the sound of his moan and the music still playing from the speakers. The clatter and crash of ceramic on the wooden floor breaks through, though. Wrenching away from each other, as one, our heads whip around towards the stairs. I gulp loudly at the sight of the figure standing on the top step. 

"Oh, my God."

*******

@leatafandom

[theshimadaslovers]

~FROM CAKES FOR REAPER~

GABRIEL REYES

Part 4

*At Overwatch base*

*Reaper sitting in a chair while everybody look at him suspecting*

Reaper- Can everyone please stop looking...is annoying.

Ana- I'm sorry, Gabe, they wasn't...emotionally prepare for you to be in here.

Hana- Yeah! Do not try anything here! Back off!

Jack- I got you in my sight, Reyes...

Baptiste- *chuckle* I think he got soft.

Reaper- I didn't...

Tracer- So why you saved y/n? I mean, I'm genuinely asking...

Reaper- *grows looking away* I didn't have choice...

Jack- You're a psychopath, Reaper! Of course of had another option!

Rein- Tell us your intentions with her, Reyes. *cross his arms*

Reaper- I don't have intentions with the girl!

Lucio- Right! You save her twice, dark lord! You want something!

Mercy- Well...*Enters the room, Reaper immediately stood up*

Reaper- Well?! How's she? She's alive?

Mercy- Yes, she's alive...I cleaned her body. She almost got a coma *sighs* she still unconscious, but it will wake up pretty soon.

Reaper- Can I see her?

Jack- You're not going anywhere, Reyes.

Mercy- Let him go, Jack...He cares about her.

Jack- Just go with him, Angela. I don't trust him at all.

Mercy- Can't you let the past on the past for once, Morrison?! *annoyed*

Jack- ...*clean throat* I'm sorry.

Mercy- Gabe, you can go.

Reaper- Hm...thank you, Angela.

*Reaper become the shadow going to the room and close the door seeing you unconscious on the bed. He get closer to you noticing some purple veins in your neck because of the poison. He sighs grabbing his outfit in hatred. He would kill every single Talon member if he could, right now. He grab your hand gently and take of his mask to give a kiss*

Reaper- I should have protect you more...I tried, but I failed. I won't let them hurt you again. Never. Forgive me, y/n...I failed you.

*Mercy was listen on the door, she smiled thinking that finally Reaper could be Gabriel Reyes once again. She would help him, she needs*

Mercy- I'll never give you up, Reyes *she whispers taking her hand to her chest feeling her heart warm by Reaper's words to you*

*Reaper hold your hand for a long time, he wanted to make sure that you're warm enough, it means that you were alive too. The door open and Mercy smiles to Reaper that looks at her over his shoulders*

Reaper- She will not have any sequels, right?

Mercy- We don't know yet. We're happy that came back, Reyes.

Reaper- I don't think "happy" is the right word now.

Mercy- I know Jack didn't gave the best welcomes to you, but...he missed you. Trust me, Gabe, you mean to him a lot.

Reaper- My past started to burn...I realize that being Reaper wasn't my choice. I was tortured and I erased every bad things from Talon, manipulate myself because of my ego and hatred for Overwatch.

Mercy- You want to be Gabriel Reyes once again?

Reaper- If I could, I would.

Mercy- You can and we will. I believe that Y/N helped you a lot in that.

Reaper- *sighs* she's the reason why I'm back. I wonder why she treated me like human all this time.

Mercy- She went to Talon because Jack Morrison is like a father for her and she cares for his happiness. He told her your friendship and he said that missed you...he missed his grumpy brother.

*Reaper felt surprised and put back his mask on turning around*

Reaper- I'm in love, Angela.

Mercy- *chuckles* I know...

Reaper- But I'm too old for her...she's a kid.

Mercy- Well, we must find out.

*At Mercy's lab, Reaper was shirtless sitting in a chair with a lot of things sticking on his body, like the first...with Moira. He was nervous and scared. Mercy get into the room and look at his body in shock*

Mercy- What is...?!

Reaper- Surprise...I'm decomposing every second....

Mercy- Mein Gott...! *she approaches* What did she...?! What she have done to you?!

Reaper- "Experiments"...

Mercy- This is awful! *walk fast to her a computer* You cells are constantly dying and regenerating! This is worse than I thought!

Reaper- Yeah...

Mercy- I can't even imagine the pain...

Reaper- Don't imagine.

Mercy- *sighs and look at him* How could you live like that? You won't take the mask off?

Reaper- It helps me breath...

Mercy- Oh dear... *feel anguish and wipe some tears* Well...! I'll restore your cells from completely, take off whatever she puts inside of you to burn the cells. We'll starting with the cleaning and try to figure it out what's in your body.

Reaper- You think that...I'll be back as 50 years old man?

Mercy- *smiles* you really want to be with her, don't you? I believe that... *look at the computer* For the fact that you're in this process since your 30's, you never aged.

Reaper- Hnm...Great.

Mercy- When you have your cells 100% healthy and in normal process, you can take off the mask and those black warm clothes. It may take a few months.

Reaper- Why take it so long? Moira did it in weeks...why the difference?

Mercy- Is much more easy to kill than keep it alive. This is what Moira said once.

Reaper- Sounds like her. A demon.

Mercy- Let's starts, Gabe...that'll take some hours. Have you eat?

Reaper- I don't actually feel hungry...

Mercy- Any side effects will be normal, your body is trying to get back to normal and it may not accept very well some things, but...I'll try my best to be painless.

Reaper- I'm use to pain, don't worry about that.

*at your room*

You- *slowly opening your eyes* Gab...?

Jack- Hey, little one...

You- Hi, Jack...*smiles*

Jack- How do you feeling?

You- Dizzy...but better. I can feel my body...tingling.

Jack- Little by little doctor Angela and cleaning your body, is not 100% yet. You need to stay in bed, ok?

You- Ok...I can't really move.

Jack- You're weak... I bring some snacks if you want *Show to you a bag full of food*

You- *chuckles* "some" snacks?.

Jack- Yeah...*laughs and grab a chair to sit closely* I grab everything you like...

You- Thanks, dad...

Jack- *chuckles and blush* So...I wanted to talk about...Reaper. Why you did that? Why you throw yourself into the lion's cave?

You- After all the stories about Overwatch...I wanted to bring your partner back.

Jack- The past stay in the past, y/n... he's no longer Gabriel Reyes.

You- He is Gabriel Reyes... still. Trust me.

Jack- How you get his trust?

You- *smiles* Friendship... He needed that. I gave him a surprise birthday party.

Jack- You what? *laughs* Wow...! How did he reacted?

You- He liked *sighs* I baked him a cake and cookies.

Jack- *sighs* You did it nice...

You- Now he's back.

Jack- We will see...*get up* I can't trust him like before.

You- Makes sense *Jack leave the bag with food on the side of the bed* Thanks, dad.

Jack- Stop calling me "dad" *laughs* I'll get weak for you. Rest well, little one. *He bent down kissing your forehead* Anything, call.

You- Yes, sir.

*back to Angela lab*

Mercy- How are you feeling?

Reaper- *laying down* Hm... weird.

Mercy- Why?

Reaper- My body is tingling.

Mercy- Well, good to know is not pain. Starting cell renewal, measuring blood pressure to normal and calculating heartbeats.

Reaper- Hm...Ah! *Felt twinge on his chest* The fuck was that?!

Mercy- Well...it looks like your heart wanted to give up.

Reaper- What...?! How you say that so naturally?!

Mercy- *chuckles* I forgot to tell you...*look at him* You may die for a few hours.

Reaper- WHAT?!

Mercy- Is part of the process! You'll literally revive as Gabriel! Your body system has to be restarted...

Reaper- I must die to be with her?

Mercy- ...*suprised* Oh...technically...yes.

Reaper- I'll do it.

Mercy- You were that romantic with your ex wife too?

Reaper- I didn't had this life anymore. Forget it.

Mercy- Right...*smiles* Starting all over again, Reyes.

*Later, you finally get up from the bed being helped by Ana and Baptiste that came there to help you. You body were cleaned 90% now and you were worry about Reaper*

You- Are you sure that everything will be ok with him?

Ana- Dont worry, darling, Angela knows what she's doing.

You- I miss him already.

Ana- *chuckles* You got attached to him, don't you?

Brigitte- I told you, she made him a soft *smiles*

Hana- Soft? This psycho?? Haha!

Ana- Enough of hatred, Hana... *sighs* Well, I believe that Gabriel is back and Angela is doing everything to help him. He accepted our help, after all. We just wait.

Continue...

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Recom Week Day 5: Awakening

Summary: Kekipi and Prager talk before they head to the final battle, giving each other hope things will turn out okay but they both have a rude awakening.

Word Count: 1,736

Enjoy!

@recom-week

RECORDING.

Kekipi sits on one of the lab’s computers in front of the camera. She was the only one in the lab, the last one recording their last journal entry… Well, more like an introduction video. It was meant to explain to their future self if they died what had happened to them and why they were in a new body that resembled a Na’vi. What the labcoats were calling “recombinants.” She and others in her unit had signed up that if they died during this upcoming battle, they would be guaranteed a second chance at life. Or so that’s what Selfridge was saying anyway. She never trusted a damn thing that goblin had to say half the time.

 It was about an hour before she had to report to the scorpion that would fly her and the others out to their destination. She had to make this video and send it in before she left, but... 

What was there to say? She just sits there, staring at herself, her lips drawn into a flat line. She sits there for several minutes, the video recording her stillness.

Come on. You got to say something. Kekipi softly huffs, rubbing the back of her neck. Well, here goes nothing. “If you’re watching this video, you must have concluded that you’re Kekipi Sauvage, and I must have died in action while fighting at the Na’vi stronghold an hour from now. They uh... Figured this would have been a good idea just in case something happens and just to explain what is going on. I’m sure you’re confused and all, but I will try and explain the best I can. They’ll be able to do it better, I’m sure. In short: you were given my memories and personality… a second change of life type of thing, I guess you could say. I…”

She shakes her head, running her hands through her hair and slightly bowing; this is so stupid. Was this recording going to be all for nothing? For sure, she would come out alive in this. She was sure she was… Even him.

“Pidge?”

Kekipi looks up, seeing someone familiar stand behind her through the camera. It was Josiah Prager, a soldier she had grown fond of since she had been on Pandora for the last few years. She looks over her shoulder at him and smiles, “Hey..”

“Hey… Doing your video?” he asks, walking over and pulling a chair beside her. “Why so late?”

“I didn’t want to do it.”

“How come? I did it, and you know as well as I do I sure as hell didn’t want to,” Josiah chuckles, reaching and placing a hand on her shoulder. “What’s troubling you, baby?”

Kekipi’s brows slightly furrow, placing a hand over his. “Just.. worried, is all.”

“Kekipi Sauvage? Worried? I don’t think I’ve heard that phrase before,” he smiles.

Kekipi rolls her eyes a little and smiles, “Josiah..”

“C’mere,” Josiah gently pulls her into him, pressing his lips to her temple. He quietly inhales before kissing her there. He rests his chin on the top of her head. “S’alright, Pidge. S’all gonna be alright.”

“I know... I know.”

“Then what is it? You’re normally not like this,” he pulls away, gingerly lifting her chin up so she would look up at him. “Talk to me.”

Kekipi softly exhales through her nose, her eyes searching for anything in his. Fear. Worry… Nothing. All she can see is confidence in those big, brown eyes of his. “I don’t know...”

Josiah sighs through his nose, his brows slightly knitting together as she looks down at his girlfriend. He then glances away, thinking for a moment about what to say. “Worried about me?”

“A little.”

He smiles, “Really? Worried about little ol’ me?” He laughs when she playfully punches him in the chest. He knows she’s usually confident in these situations and knows how to handle herself. Hell, even better than him sometimes, but… he would be lying if he wasn’t cautious for her. 

“Look... There’s no need to worry, alright?” He tells her, caressing her cheek in his hand, “We’ll meet again… Don’t know where… don’t know when... But I know we’ll meet again, alright?”

Kekipi nods, “Right,” she swallows, her hand resting on his arm. Fingertips gently trace the intricate designs of his tattoo. “We always do… I know that…”

“Just keep smiling through this like you always do, alright? I want to see you smile... So, please? Just for me before we go?”

Kekipi looks up at him, the corner of her lips tugging upwards.

“Yea? Is that a smile I see, Pidge?”

“Shut up, Jo,” Kekipi huffs, finally allowing herself to smile, shaking her head slightly.

“That’s my girl,” he hums, leaning down to gently kiss her lips.

Kekipi softly hums, kissing him in return, relaxing in his arms.

30 MINUTES TILL DEPARTURE. REPORT TO YOUR STATIONS.

Kekipi gently pulls away from him, looking up at him and then at the camera. It was still recording. She softly sighs, “Well, guess if this gets looked at in the future, they’ll see that,” she chuckles.

“Good... Then she’ll see just how much I love you….” Josiah smiles.

“Yea,” Kekipi murmurs, watching him reach forward to turn the camera off.

****

“Specialist Prager? Can you hear us?”

The voice murmured in Josiah's ears as if on the other side of a tunnel. He groaned, his eyes blurry as he woke up from what felt like the deepest sleep in his life. Lights soon shined into his now yellow orbs, his pupils growing small.

“Eyes are good,” one of the quiet voices hums, the voices getting louder as Prager continues to wake up. Soon there was the snapping of fingers in his ears. Loud snapping. His ears swiveled to the sound, his eyes widening as his vision cleared.

“Ears looking good too,” another scientist noted, scribbling in their notebook. “How’re you feeling, Specialist? Not feeling funny or anything?”

“Huh?” Prager winced, starting to sit up, placing a hand on his forehead as he closed his eyes.

“Easy. Don’t want to go too quickly. You’re not used to your new body.”

New body?

Prager opened his eyes again, looking at his arm and pulling it away. He was blue. Blue and tall. He suddenly felt his stomach sink. “F-Fuck!” He shouted, quickly jumping up from the examination table. The quick movement left him disoriented, catching himself on the nearest wall as he tried to scramble out of there.

“Specialist Prager, you need to sit down!”

This was some cruel joke, right? He had to be dreaming. He was lying in bed with Kekipi right now, right? All he had to do was wake up. He scrambles out of the lab in his hospital gown, shouting scientists urging him to sedate him can be heard behind him. He had to get out of there. As he exits the lab and down a small hall, he starts to hear another voice shouting. A voice that sounds like home to him. As he nears another lab, he looks in, seeing another recom. She was small and nearly melanistic with how dark her navy skin was. She had Kekipi’s hair and her voice.

Was... Was that her?

“Sauvage, please, you need to relax— You’re okay–”

“I’m okay? I’m fucking okay?! You can’t be shitting me. I wake up in a body I don’t fucking know and don’t know what the fuck is going on, and you expect me to be calm?!”

“Pidge?”

Kekipi looks up when she hears the familiar voice of her lover. Her ears perk up when she sees the light blue recom at the doorway. Her ears are slightly lower, her eyes narrowing as she stands up. 

“Who are you?”

Prager’s brows furrow as she nears him, not answering him.

Kekipi looks him over, her eyes landing on his arm. Her ears perk up, reaching out and taking hold of his arm to look at the tattoo sleeve. It… It could have been him. Kekipi looks up at him, her ears pinned back as tears welled into her eyes, “Josiah…”

“Hey… Hey, s’alright,” Josiah murmurs, pulling her into him. “S’alright, Pidge. I’m right here..”

“What happened to you… what happened to me?!”

“I don’t know, but we’ll find out soon, okay? We’ll get answers soon enough.”

“This has to be some dream…”

“Trust me, that’s what I thought, but… I don’t think so, Pidge.”

“We’ll meet again… Don’t know where… don’t know when... But I know we’ll meet again, alright?”

Kekipi holds the bar, keeping herself in place as she floated in the ship. Her eyes scan the screen, watching what used to be her and Josiah kiss. So that’s what happened, huh? They got their tickets punched at that damned battle, but… it felt so surreal. It felt like a dream, but it was far from it.

 Kekipi then looked over at Josiah as he watched his video. It was crazy. He was the man she had fallen in love with when she was human… But it felt strange seeing him in a new body. He was a lot younger and much more bluer than he was, but it was still the same Josiah, right? It had to have been. He remembered the pet name he had given her those years ago. Did he still have those feelings for her? Did that soul drive transfer those feelings? She softly huffed, seeing the man finish his video and then float over to her and take hold of her bar.

“So… Get any good insight?” Josiah asked before looking at the screen. His ears slightly perk up when he sees the two of them kissing. He smiles a little.

“Well, guess if this gets looked at in the future, they’ll see that,”

“Good... Then she’ll see just how much I love you….”

Kekipi shuts the video off before looking at Josiah; her ears perk up as she looks at him. Then, she softly huffs, “Well… You were right about one thing….”

“What’s that?” Josiah inquires softly, tilting his head to the side, his eyes glancing down to her lips before back to her yellow eyes. 

“We would meet again,” Kekipi softly sighs, closing the distance and kissing him.

He reciprocates without hesitation, cupping her face as he holds the kiss for a moment before pulling away, his forehead pressed to hers.

“We always do…”