#throughout the whole fic i dont think any of them have even a sip of water. concerning.

[fruityindividual]

reading my own fic beginning to end for the first time.

[tobi-momo]

The Third Set

PAIRING: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

GENRE: Romance | Pining | Fluff | A lil crack (kinda)

WARNINGS: not proofread | a lil ooc and soft at the end (pls dont get mad at me 😭😭)

WORD COUNT: 1k+

A/N: hihihi ok so this idea literally came to me while reading another fic (i cant remember it now im super sorry) and it wouldnt leave my head so i couldnt NOT write it yk? pls keep in mind that it gets rlly soft at the end and really out of character😭 i just hc that does affectionate things during an adrenaline rush, like he's too hyped to care ab what going on around him he just wants to see you, and so this is basically where that came from kasjkhasd- also this is not meant to be spicy at all whatsoever (although some remarks from the others are made that way when you read) its supposed to be romantic and lighthearted, so pls dont think its that sexual😭 also thank you @awmahleebkg my wife for giving me the confidence to post this i love you baby <333

Watching Kei play was one of your favorite things to do. Sure, that might sound a little sad, but watching him and his team working together on the court was something that you wouldn't miss the world for. Until an away game came along, it taking place somewhere farther than they usually are, and since you weren't a part of the team, you couldn't take the school bus with them. So, you took the city bus. He might have told you not to, he might have told you to wait at your house for him to return and tell you about it, but you couldn't help it. This was an important game, and you needed to be there and support him.

He was nervous, although someone who didn't know as well as you wouldn't be able to tell, you were always able to see right through him. Always able to tell when he was nervous or scared, even intimidated. He found it annoying, that you were always there for him, confused as to why you dedicated your time for him, but years after your first meeting he realized that he would do the same for you. You didn't know that his heartbeat the same way for you as it did for him, and he sure as hell didn't know that the reason you stuck by him all these years was to feel that exact heartbeat next to yours.

[3:37 P.M.]

Kei <3: Stay home, y/n

Y/n: but it's an important game! i want to cheer you on!

Kei <3: I'll tell you what happens after I get home if you really want me to. But stop whining at me it's annoying.

Y/n: 😠😠 let. me. go.

Kei <3: No.

Y/n: i hate you so much

Kei <3: Sure you do

You wouldn't listen to him, of course. Why would you? You get your bag ready to leave, filling it with snacks and water bottles to help the team out.

By the time you snuck in, it was half-way past the second set. Tensions were high and sweat was dripping off their jaws while they gain each point. You made sure to stay a little quieter, not wanting Kei's attention to be drifted away from the game, especially since you weren't supposed to be there. By the time they won that set, they were tied with the other team. One more set left, things are getting really heated.

The score remained close to each other throughout the game, Karasuno being two points away from a win with their opponent three points behind them. Watching Kei as he looks at the floor with frustrated eyes, obviously mad at himself for not doing better. He frowns, taking a sip of water so no one sees it. You can see a slight tint of fear in his eyes- he was scared of losing the set. Although all you've seen were blocks of perfection, even a couple spikes that hit the court floor aggressively, points going towards Karasuno once more, he thought he wasn't doing good enough. You knew he was amazing, everyone in the room knew it too, so why didn't he?

He jogs back on the court after a timeout from the other team, getting into a serve/receive position, waiting for the ball to come over the net. The server on the other team hit the ball over, sending it straight to Nishinoya, who receives the ball perfectly, passing it to Kageyama. Backing up into the set, Hinata runs behind Kageyama, surprising the blockers on the other side of the net when Hinata smacks the floating ball down with his might. Instead of the ball hitting the floor, the left-back position receives the ball at the seam, shanking it towards the audience.

Another point.

The crowd goes wild and the air tightens as the scoreboard raises. You bounce on the bleachers and stomp your feet in excitement, knowing that this match would be over soon.

Kei exhales sharply at the whistle, relief, and nervousness seeping out of him. He can do it, he thought. Only one more point. When the ball passes him to the other side of the court, quickly moves to the right side of the net, jumping and completely regretting his decision once the ball hits the floor. He watches the ball trail off in shock, the whistle suddenly getting too loud for him. He grits his teeth in defeat, thinking that it would be over for them. His head faces the ground, his hands are balled up in fists. That's when you decide to take initiative.

Inhaling a harsh breath, you stand up putting your hands on each side of your face before yelling out to him.

"TSUKISHIMA KEI!!!"

His head whips from the floor, his eyes widening once they find yours in the big crowd. You stand out- to him at least.

"DON'T GIVE UP!!! YOU GOT THIS!! LET'S GO!!"

His pupils dilate at your figure cheering him on, suddenly wishing he hadn't told you to stay home. He didn't know you were there, or how you get here in the first place, but he was glad you came. He wanted you there. His shocked expression turned into a smirk of confidence before he turns back around and goes to his position. The whistle blows once more, telling the server that they can go. He refocuses on the court, watching the ball and everyone near it, analyzing everyone's movements and predicting where the ball is going to go. The big spiker on the other team runs towards the net with his approach, swinging his arms back, ready to slam the ball down as Kei quickly beats him to it, jumping and raising his arms on top of the net in defense.

The ball smacks the floor of the court.

Kei's eyes glow when his feet touch the ground again.

They won.

He tries his best to catch his breath, heaving once his teammates trample him on the ground. You scream in victory, jumping up and down, sprinting down the bleachers to the team, them welcoming you with tight hugs and cries of joy. Electricity coursed through Kei's veins, adrenaline making his sight clearer, his hearing less muffled and his breathing a lot clearer.

You see Kei on the other side of the court, getting up and steadying himself on his feet once you two lock eyes. You run towards him with a fast pace, him reciprocating as his legs speed up toward you. You jump on him, clinging to him as much as you could when wrapping your legs around him, digging your head in his shoulder. His hand immediately grab the back of your thighs for support, helping your body balance on his while you tug on his neck.

You praise him, telling him how proud you were of him picking himself up and being the best, telling him how amazing his blocks and spikes were, how amazing he was. You could hear his breathless laughs of joy, a genuine smile painting his face when you subconsciously pepper his face in firm pecks from your lips, showering him in sweet affection for his win.

"YOU DID SO AMAZING KEI!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! THAT WAS SO COOL!! YOU SHOULDA SEEN YOURSELF OUT THERE! OH MY GOD THAT WAS- THAT WAS PERFECT!! I KNOW YOU WERE DOUBTING YOURSELF A LITTLE BIT BUT YOU WERE AMAZING THE WHOLE TIME I MEAN-"

Your words muffle when his lips crash onto your- a rough, exciting kiss that has you moaning in his mouth from surprise and desperation from wanting this for the longest time. Your hands slide up from his neck to his cheeks, palming them and pulling him closer while your lips disconnect and reconnect rapidly, not being able to get enough of each other. His hands subtly, but firmly squeeze your thighs while you tilt your head, giving him the chance to kiss you deeper. The amount of emotion going through your bodies, desperation, love, excitement, impatience, relief, mixing with the adrenaline in your system's causing your worlds to finally collide and mix.

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know but I feel like I'm interrupting something"

"I think they're the ones interrupting"

"Just let them have this one, guys"

"They are literally about to do it on the court how am I not supposed to feel uncomfortable, Suga-san?"

"Aw, these lovebirds are finally getting together, I knew it would happen"

"Liar, you bet they wouldn't!"

"Tanaka-san! You weren't supposed to say anything!"

You couldn't hear any of the banter in the background, your only focus was him, and his only focus was you. And all the team could do was watch.

pls i know this was rlly ooc im super sorry

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[superspoonie24]

Mine

Kara gets infected with red kryptonite. She won’t stop till the world is hers.

This is actually a decent length fic at 3620 words. I am really proud of it. Hope you enjoy! (also there is some unwanted contact and kinda noncon? nothing happens but i want y’all to be warned and stay safe.)  💛

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27034954

"Supergirl, there's a road collapse over on the west side. Can you stop it?" Alex asked over the com.

"I'm on my way" Kara replied. She changed into her costume and flew out the window of her apartment.

Minutes later, Kara arrived at the scene of the crash. One of the support columns was crumbling and the road started to dip. She rushed over and one by one carried everyone off the falling road and onto the street, far away. Once everyone was safe she flew to the crumbling column and did what she could to hold it up. The fire department and emergency services showed up and provided back up. They worked together to keep the road from falling, but Kara couldn't shake the feeling that she did most of the work.

The media hounded Kara when she landed, asking question after question about her heroics.

"Why did you save the people first?" "What made you think to hold up the road?" "How did you know there'd be enough time to save everyone?" "Are you grateful the fire department came to help in the end?"

"I saved the people because that's what I do. I knew there was enough time because I'm Supergirl. I did what I had to to keep the road from falling while the fireboys took their sweet time getting here. I think they should be grateful to me."

Kara then flew off without another word and went immediately to bed.

***

The next morning she woke up to a slew of texts from Winn, Lena, James, and Alex. She ignored them all and got on with her day.

'They're just pissy cause I wasn't 'nice' last night.' Kara thought to herself as she picked out her clothes for the day. 'Doesn't matter. I saved the day and that's all that counts. Now to get to work and see what slack I have to pick up.'

Kara flew out the window and landed in an alley behind Noonan's. She got a single black coffee for herself and nothing else. She groaned when Winn caught up with her in the elevator.

"Hey! I called out for you, why didn't you wait?" Winn panted.

"Oh, didn't notice." Kara shrugged and took a sip of her coffee.

"Oh." Winn looked Kara up and down and took in the new attire. "You look, different."

"And that matters how?" Kara quipped. 'God he's annoying today. Could this elevator be any slower?' She thought to herself.

"It's, nevermind." Winn dropped his comment and eyed her coffee. "Can I have a sip? I overslept and didn't have time for some this morning."

"Whatever." Kara casually handed the cup over to Winn.

"UGH!" Winn nearly spit out the drink. "Since when did you start ordering black?"

"Since today."

"Kara." Winn looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you feeling alright? You didn't answer anyone's texts last night, and now you're drinking black coffee-"

Kara cut him off with a short "I'm fine." Then the elevator doors opened. 'Finally. Now I can try and get some work done.' Kara walked off without saying another word to Winn. Winn immediately texted Alex his suspicions.

***

The day passed and everyone in the office was quickly made aware of Kara's new attitude. She didn't hold her tongue and if someone messed up, Rao help them.

'Maybe Winn has a point,' Kara thought after the newest intern ran away from her holding back tears. 'You haven't been yourself. You should talk to Alex.' Kara reached for her phone when a different, but familiar voice, chimed in. 'She's right. You've been better than yourself. You don't have anything holding you back anymore. Nothing is stopping you from achieving all you ever wanted.'

Kara slid her phone back into her pocket and started packing up for the day. She was on her way out the door when Lena showed up for an unexpected visit.

"Kara! I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?" Lena asked as she opened her arms for one of Kara's trademark hugs.

"Oh, Lena! What a surprise!" Kara smiled through her annoyance and squeezed Lena a bit too tight. "I've never been better."

Lena let out a groan and replied "that's good." She took a step back and looked closely at Kara's face. "Say, you want to get dinner with me tonight?"

'I bet Winn and Alex put her up to this. Guess I'll go through with it just to get them off my back.'

"Sure! That sounds lovely."

"Great. Let's do my place, 8 o'clock."

"It's a date."

The two women parted ways, but Kara swore she heard Lena get on the phone with Alex before stepping into the elevator.

***

'She's tricking you,' the familiar voice sneered. 'She's going to ambush you and keep you from being the best.'

Kara shook her head while picking out clothes for her date. 'That's insane' she thought to herself. 'Lena cares about me. She'd never do something like that.'

'Don't be a fool. She's a Luthor afterall, you know what they're capable of.'

'That's ridiculous' Kara mumbled. 'Lena isn't like them. Right?'

Kara dwelled on that idea all the way over to Lena's. She went straight up to Lena's penthouse and was greeted at the door.

"Kara! Right on time." Lena smiled and welcomed Kara in.

"You did say 8" Kara snipped as she entered the spacious apartment. 'Why are you snapping? She didn't do anything' Kara thought to herself.

Lena didn't say anything about the comment and sat down on the couch. "Come, sit."

'What am I your dog?' Popped into her head, but Kara ignored it and nodded.

The two women enjoyed their 5 course meal. Throughout the night, Kara noticed her attention drifting away from Lena's words and towards her, other assets.

"Kara, have you been listening to a word I said?" Lena asked politely.

"Huh? Of course. Why?" Kara questioned, her eyes still not on Lena's.

"Cause you've been staring at my breasts ever since we sat down."

"Well you have to admit they are beautiful to look at." Kara smirked and slid closer to Lena. "Say. Have you ever looked at a woman like that?"

Lena's face flushed. "W-what do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb Lena. Have you ever looked at a woman the same way you looked at Jack?" Kara scooted even closer, pushing Lena into the side of the couch.

"Well, I, uhm" Lena stuttered. Her face quickly turned red.

"Be honest. Have you ever looked at me like that?" Kara's smile was almost predatory.

"I, uh. This isn't like you Kara." Lena tried to get up but Kara grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down.

"But what if it is?" Kara slid her hand onto Lena's thigh, her smile sick as she watched Lena shudder.

"Kara" Lena whimpered.

Kara dug her fingernails into Lena's pale white flesh. "Yes?" She answered, delighted by her squeal.

"Stop" Lena gasped out. She tried to brush Kara's hand off her, but the kryptonian's grip just tightened.

Kara licked her lips and leaned in close. "What if I don't want to?" Kara could her Lena's heartbeat increase.

"Kara. You're hurting me," Lena spoke as she stood up, pushing Kara off her. "I think you should go."

Kara stood up, offended. "Fine. But you'll be back. I know it."

Kara stormed off down the hall, but she swore she could hear Lena crying before picking up the phone.

***

'What the here Kara?' She asked herself on her flight home. 'Why did you do that? Why would you hurt Lena?' Tears welled up inside her as she struggled to find an answer.

'I- I dont know. I didn't want to hurt her. I'm supposed to protect her,' she replied.

'But you liked it, right?' The familiar voice chimed in. 'You liked the power, the control. You liked Lena being yours. You want her, you know you do.'

'But not like that!' Kara screamed internally. 'Never like that. I need to call Alex. Something is wrong.'

'Or is it?' The voice questioned. 'Tonight you got closer to Lena than you ever have before. Next time she'll be yours. Imagine kissing her plump red lips. Fondling her gorgeous round breasts. You want this. Listen to me, and I swear she'll be yours.'

'Mine?' Kara mumbled to herself.

She landed on her balcony and changed into her pajamas. She laid down in her bed and dreamt about what it would be like to have Lena as hers, to have the world be hers.

***

Kara woke up again to ten missed calls, all from Alex; she swiped them all away.

'I'm not gonna let her ruin my Saturday. Let's see what pathetic humans need my help today.'

Kara changed into her suit and took off into the sky. She surveyed the city below and listened for the first pathetic cry for help.

'Gotcha.'

Kara sped off to help a kid who's cat got stuck in a tree. The girl smiled wide as Supergirl came down to help, but Kara ignored it. She floated up and got the cat. She wanted to go to the next worthless human calling her, but the girl tugged on her cape and demanded her attention.

"Thank you Supergirl!" She chimed, her smile bright.

"Yea yea whatever. Don't let your cat outside next time." Kara waved her hand and flew off. 'What a brat.'

Kara's whole day was filled with helping humans who couldn't bother to help themselves. Emergency after emergency Kara flew down and saved the day.

'How did they ever survive without me?' Kara thought as she flew into the mid-afternoon sky. 'They're useless! Every single one of them. They need someone to take charge, someone who already saves their sorry asses on a daily basis.'

Kara flew home and dug through her closet. She pulled out a familiar black jumpsuit with a red House of El symbol on the top left.

'Ah, a suit fit for a god.' Kara changed into it and relished the feeling of power it gave her. 'Now I can truly own this city.'

***

Night fell over National City, and Kara never felt better. She flew up above the city and looked down upon it.

'Pathetic,' she thought to herself. 'When I'm done with it, this pathetic excuse for a city will be a shining star; a house on top of a hill; an example of what's to come with me as their savior. But first, I need my queen.'

Kara sped off to L Corp. She landed on Lena's balcony and burst through the glass sliding doors. The lights were out, but Kara could hear shuffling from behind a door.

"Lena," Kara sang. "Come out come out wherever you are." Kara stepped closer to the sounds of nervous feet. "Come on baby. I know you're in there." Kara stood in front of the door. "You're not still upset about last night, are you?" Kara asked, her tone undermining the severity of the situation. "I know you-UMPF"

The door blasted open and blew Kara against a wall. She shook her head and pushed off the broken door laying on top of her. Kara stood up and her vision turned red when she recognized who was standing across from her.

"You" Kara snarled. "Where is Lena? Where did you hide her?" Kara's voice was almost a growl, deep and predatorial.

"Somewhere you can't hurt her ever again," Alex spit out as she tightened her grip on her gun.

"She's mine." Kara zapped a lamp next to Alex's head. Bright sparks flew out and Alex jumped away from the blast.

"She doesn't belong to you. She doesn't belong to anybody!" Alex shouted. Her hand twitched slightly as her finger slid closer to the trigger.

"You're going to pay for this."

Kara zoomed over and wrapped her hand around Alex's throat, pinning her to the wall.

"Kara. Let me, help, you..." Alex coughed out.

"Help me?" Kara laughed. "Oh dear sister, I think it's you who is in need of help." Kara lifted Alex off the ground.

"Where, is she?" Kara punctuated her last word by squeezing Alex's neck. Alex didn't respond; she kicked her feet, desperately trying to get purchase and relieve the pressure on her throat.

"Fine." Kara tightened her grip even more and leaned in to Alex's ear. "I'll find her myself," Kara whispered. She pulled back and revelled in the look of fear and terror Alex was giving her.

"Pathetic."

Kara tossed Alex through the glass and over the balcony. Alex's screams echoed throughout the city. 'Oops,' Kara thought as she focused on finding her prey.

Kara listened in for Lena's heartbeat, and was able to locate her on the roof, alone. Kara made her to the stairwell and floated up to the roof entrance. She opened the door and stalked over to her target.

"Isn't it beautiful," Kara asked, standing about 5 feet behind Lena. "This whole city, the whole worthless planet could be ours." She placed a hand on Lena's shoulder, gripping it tighter than necessary. Lena shrank under her iron grip and stepped away.

"Kara, this isn't you," Lena pleaded. "Please. Let Alex help y-"

"Oh, she won't be helping anyone," Kara interjected.

"Wh- why? What happened?" Lena's eyes got big.

"I threw her out the window and over your balcony. I heard her pitiful screams on the way down, and then they stopped." Kara's smile was sick.

"Why did you do that?"

"Cause she tried to keep you from me," Kara pouted. "Anyone who does that deserves to be punished." Kara put her hands back on Lena's shoulders, holding her in place. "That'll be our first rule once we take reign."

"Wh- what?" Lena shook her head. She stared at Kara. It looked like she was trying to read Kara's face.

"When we take over the planet babe." Kara smiled and pulled Lena into her side. "Imagine it," Kara said as she gestured to the stars with her left hand. "This planet needs a hero, a ruler, and I'm just the god to do it."

"What?" Lena gasped. "You never talk about being a God. I thought Rao was your god!" Lena tried to step back but Kara tightened her grip.

"Let go of me Kara!" Lena shouted as she struggled more. "What makes you think I would ever be with you!?"

"Oh Lena." Kara shook her head and rolled her eyes. "What on Earth gave you the impression I cared about what you think?" Kara squeezed Lena's shoulder and delighted in her wail of pain. "Don't be mad at me dear. You brought this on yourself."

Kara looked down into Lena's tear-filled eyes. "Please. Stop this. Y-you're hurting me Kara."

"No." Kara leaned down to whisper in Lena's ear. "You're mine," she snarled. "And nothing is ever going to stop me."

Kara dipped her head and pressed herself into Lena's lips. Her hands roamed Lena's warm and flush body as her tongue dived deep into its treasure. Kara relished the feeling of Lena beneath her, of being in her. She bit Lena's lip and smiled at the tiny yelp of pain as blood dripped onto her tongue. Tears fell onto Kara's cheeks, but they weren't her own.

"Not on my watch!"

Kara begrudgingly let go of Lena to turn around and find the source of the intrusion.

'How is she not dead yet,' Kara thought to herself.

She ready herself for a fight, but before she knew what was happening, she was on her back with Lena kneeling over her. Kara's body shook violently, and Kara could see red dust exiting her pores.

"I'm sorry, Lena," Kara mumbled, not sure if Lena could hear it or not.

Kara caught a glimpse of Alex and J'onn emerging from the red dust before her vision went black and her eyes closed.

***

"...kara..."

"Kara..."

"Kara."

"Kara!"

"Huh?" Kara mumbled as she forced her tired eyes open. "Alex? I thought you were- I thought I-" Kara's tears cut off her own sentence as the events of the past couple days caught up to her.

"Oh Rao. I'm so sorry. It happened again. I felt it happening but I couldn't do anything about it. I'm so sorry Alex. I- I tried to kill you!"

Kara's eyes were wide with pain and fear. Alex took her hand and Kara calmed down a bit.

"It's okay. Hey, look at me," Alex spoke. "I'm okay. J'onn caught me on the way down. I'm okay. We're all okay." Tears filled Alex's eyes.

"Oh Rao, Lena!" Kara shouted and tried to get up. Alex had to force her back into bed.

"She's fine. You can see her after we run some tests. Okay?" Alex asked gently and patted Kara's leg.

"O-okay," Kara sniffled.

There was a long silence between the two sisters. Kara took a deep breath and broke it.

"It was red kryptonite, wasn't it?" Kara asked meekly.

"Yes."

Kara's body sagged into the bed.

"Did I kill anyone?"

"No."

Another long silence dragged on between the two sisters.

"Well," Alex started as she spun around in her lab chair. "It looks like all the red K has left your system. You're good as new," Alex finished and pat Kara's leg.

"You're sure?" Kara asked timidly.

"100%"

Kara let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Thank you, Alex. For everything." Kara smiled weakly and looked into her sister's eyes. "And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled and hurt you. I'm sorry I threw you off a building. I could've killed you. Hell, I thought I did kill you!" Kara exclaimed.

"But you didn't. I'm okay. We're all okay," Alex reassured.

"But it's not okay. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't stop it."

"What do you mean?" Alex asked and scooted to the head of the sunbed.

"It's like there were two voices in my head, besides my own. Like how in old cartoons you'd have a devil and an angel on your shoulder." Alex nodded and Kara continued.

"Well, I could hear the angel telling me that I was hurting people. That what I was doing was... Bad. I would beat myself up over it. I hurt so many people. I hurt Lena."

Kara began to cry but Alex squeezed her hand genty.

"Hey, it's okay. Why don't you tell me about the other voice, the devil one," Alex gently prodded and redirected.

"Right. Thank you." Kara wiped her tears before continuing. "It was familiar. I couldn't place it at the time, but it's the same voice I heard the first time I was hit with red kryptonite. It whispered in my ear all these mean, horrible things. It made me order black coffee! I thought that humans were pathetic. I ignored your calls and I-"

Kara stopped as a wave of pain crashed into her.

"Kara. It's okay. I'm here. You can tell me." Alex rubbed Kara's hand and waited patiently for her to continue.

"I came onto Lena. I hurt her. She told me to stop and I didn't. The voice told me I could have the world, that I could have Lena if I listened to it. I wanted her so bad, but now I've ruined it forever. I kissed her and bit her and crushed her and I hurt her. She'll never forgive me Alex! I love her and now I've lost her forever."

Kara broke down crying and all Alex could do was rub her back and help her through it.

Minutes passed, and the sobs faded to tears.

"Feel better?" Alex asked, still rubbing Kara's back.

"No" Kara muffled into her knees.

"What about if I asked?"

Kara's head looked up, at first she didn't believe it. She rubbed her eyes, but the person didn't disappear.

"Lena!" Kara shouted as she tried to run towards her.

"Whoa there Kara. Settle down." Alex pulled Kara back onto the bed.

"Lena, I'm so sorry. I wasn't myself. Rao that sounds so stupid. But it's true. See a few years ago Max was trying to recreate kryptonite and well it didn't turn out right. It was red and it made me all angry and well it didn't make me angry but I couldn't control my-"

"Kara!" Lena shouted. "Please. Stop. It's okay. I know all about what happened."

"You do?" Kara looked up with a sad pair of puppy dog eyes.

"Yes. Alex told me. After our, disagreement Friday night I called Alex and confirmed her and Winn's suspicions. We made a plan for Saturday to help you."

"You, you knew this was happening? And you still wanted to help?" Kara sniffled.

"Of course Kara," Lena responded. She pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed, holding Kara's other hand.

"We even got J'onn to help out in case anyone went over the railing," Alex chimed in. "Which, I have to say I'm grateful for. I do not recommend a twenty story freefall."

A laugh burst out of the three girls and Kara's nerves began to settle.

"Thank you Lena. For everything. And you too Alex." Kara smiled wide and looked into the eyes of the people she loved.

"Anything for my little sis," Alex replied. "Well, almost anything. Still not too fond of freefalling twenty stories."

Kara lightly punched her shoulder and Alex smirked at her sister. Kara turned to face Lena. She stared deep into her olive green eyes, getting lost in the depth of emotion held within them.

"Thank you for saving me Lena," Kara spoke softly. "Today, you were my hero." Kara felt her heart flutter and butterflies rise in her stomach.

"Anything for you, Kara."

[forhongjoong]

all yours

a soft but smutty first time fic in which hongjoong is leaving for two weeks worth of fansign’s and you want to make sure he’s thinking of you the whole time he’s away

pairing: kim hongjoong x female reader

word count: 4k

contains: first time, face sitting, blowjobs, slight dom!hongjoong towards the end, some dirty talk

(a/n: so it’s been probably a good 7 or so years since i even thought about writing any sort of fic but i just... couldn’t get the idea for this out of my head so here we are. if it sucks dont @ me but if you enjoy it pls do let me know!!! also i specifically made the read plus size bc i wanted to read some rep for us bigger atinys and i rarely find it anywhere in writing)

You let out a deep, shaky breath as you step back and take one final glance in the mirror. Your eyes rake over the simple but sexy red lingerie you had picked out for the occasion, and you try your hardest not to focus on all of the little flaws jumping out at you. Tonight was going to be a good night - a special night - and you had worked yourself up to it for so long , you weren’t about to let your self-consciousness get the best of you now. Tonight was your last night with Hongjoong before he left for two weeks of fansigns in different provinces throughout the country. It was also a few days before his birthday, and you were both pretty sad that you wouldn’t be able to celebrate together. The company had given the group a few days of vacation prior to setting off on the tour so you finally had him to yourself. You take another shaky breath and try and tamp down the rest of your nerves before you go out to face Hongjoong, who is lounging on the bed of your small Seoul studio apartment.

It’s not like you guys had never been intimate at all before but it was mostly short and steamy moments in between appearances or during your lunch break or in his studio when the rest of the group had already called it a night. This was the first full night you had him to yourself since you took the step past chaste kisses and shyly interlaced fingers and it was the first time, you’ll be taking this step – The Big Step. You were ready. You trust Hongjoong. You want him and you know it. But that tiny bit of insecurity just won’t leave you alone. You’re a bigger girl and these insecurities have been drilled into you from such a young age. You can’t help it, even if you know that Hongjoong loves you and everything about your body. Even when he’s told you that a million times. Your eyes just can’t help but glue themselves the small roles on your back or the way your arms fall against your sides or the jiggle in your thighs. Hongjoong has never seen you like this before, most of your prior intimate moments were too quick for clothing to come off or in the dark where you couldn’t be seen. What if he didn’t like you like this? What if you didn’t want you after seeing all of you? No. You aren’t going to let those thoughts get to you. You shake your head one last time and turns towards the door. You love him. You want this. You’re ready.

You open the door and see Hongjoong splayed across your bed in sweatpants and a t-shirt that looks extra-large on his small (but very toned) frame.  He’s half-heartedly scrolling through Netflix trying to find another film to watch while his other hand brings a beer can up to his mouth to take a sip.

“Babe, I think we should-“ he stops mid-sentence when he finally lays eyes on you, nearly choking on the sip of beer he just took. “Fuck.”

He immediately sets the beer down and pushes the laptop to the side. He rolls off the bed and starts making his way towards you, taking in every inch of your body. His eyes are burning into you and your body starts to heat up. You fidget and fight the urge to turn around, walk straight back into the bathroom, and lock the door behind you. Your arms instinctively wrap around your stomach to cover the area you’re most insecure about and you bite your lip, avoiding his eyes at all costs.

“Fuck baby, you look… incredible,” he’s standing in front of you now and he softly tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are soft and warm and loving, the eyes that made you fall for him. But you see something deeper than that tonight. Underneath the typical soft warmth, you can see a hint a darkness and lust and even beyond that, hunger. For you.

“You like it?” You bite your lip nervously and Hongjoong nods as he gently takes both of your hands in his, pulling them away from your stomach, “Your birthday is in a few days and I- I wanted to give you something really special. Something that would make you think of me the whole time you’re on tour.”

You look up at him again, a burst of confidence surging through you, and you slide one of your hands up his arm and onto his shoulder. You feel his goosebumps under your touch and the tiny shiver he lets out and you realize how much you have on effect on him. He can’t keep his eyes from roaming up and down your body; an act that would have made you feel so self-conscious just twenty minutes early but pushes you forward, and has you lead him towards the bed.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says with a chuckle, letting himself be pulled to the bed. “God baby, you can’t just… spring this on me with no warning. I was so not prepared for this. Like, holy shit you just look – wow.”

Hearing Hongjoong stutter over his words makes you giggle, and your nervousness starts to melt away as you think about how much he wants you, how much he loves you. You turn him and push him back onto the bed gently, desire starting to burn deep in your stomach. He swallows hard and slides back so he’s leaning against the headboard, his eyes never leaving yours. You crawl onto the bad and straddle yourself on his lap, always careful to never put too much weight on him. His hands instinctively go to rest on your hips and his thumb gently strokes the skin there causing you to shiver. You cup his face in your hands and lean down to give him a soft but needy to kiss.

“I want you,” you say softly, trailing one of your hands down his neck and onto his chest. He’s small but he’s toned, and you’ve always found his chest to be so sexy. You lean down and place a kiss in the crook of his neck, “So badly.”

He hisses and tightens his grip on your hips. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to flip you over and take control. He loves to be dominant, but this night is about you and your comfort, so he lets you keep the pace.

“I’m yours. All yours,” He smiles up at you and your heart melts as you lean down to kiss him, harder this time. Your mouth opens to deepen the kiss and he follows your lead, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. You tangle you hands in his soft hair, still tinged red from One To All promotions and you moan as he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth. Biting. He knows that’s a weakness of yours and you’ve had more than one instance of rushing of covering up love bites he’s left behind after visiting you during your lunch breaks.

You roll your hips down and the noise that escapes him is guttural. He bucks his hips up in response and you gasp, your grip in his hair tightening. He smirks against your lips and begins to sit you both upright, his hands travel up to the clasp of your bra and as he starts to unhook it, you involuntarily flinch. You pull back slightly, nervousness visible in your eyes again. You’d never been this exposed in front of him and certainly not with the lights on. Hongjoong notices the look in your eyes and brings a hand around to cup your face. His eyes search yours and it’s as if he can tell what’s bothering you simply from that.

“You’re so so beautiful baby. Always,” he bites his lip, “and I want you… I want to see all of you like this. But only if you’re comfortable. That’s always the most important thing to me.” You smile softly and wrap your arms around Hongjoong’s neck. How did you get so lucky? You never imagined finding someone who makes you feel so giddy and comfortable and loved all the time, but then Hongjoong stumbled into your life and everything changed. You love him. And you want to share this, share yourself with him. And you want him to share himself with you too. You reach around and unclasp your bra, gingerly sliding the straps down off your shoulders. Hongjoong holds his breath and his eyes trail downwards as you slowly expose more and more of your breasts to him. He helps you pull the straps off your arms and tosses the bra off the bed, his eyes never once leaving your chest. You flush red and, quick to even the score, you tug at his t-shirt indicating that you want it off. He chuckles and lets you pull the soft black cloth over his head and it joins your bra on the floor. You take in his exposed chest. You’d obviously seen it before but never in this manner. Your eyes make their way down his body, taking in the all the moles which you love so deeply and his toned abdomen, all leading you down to the faint dusting of dark hair that trails into his sweatpants. Fuck. Your boyfriend is sexy as hell.

You’re brought back to reality when Hongjoong takes one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing as his thumb brushes ever so slightly over your nipple. You gasp and arch your back forward and a smirk plants itself on Hoongjoong’s face. He repeats the motion, harder this time, and your head falls forward onto his chest as moan tumbles from your lips.

“Oh, you like that, huh, baby?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he brings his other hand up to your unattended breast, this time pinching your nipple between his fingers. You let out a yelp and grind down on his crotch, unable to control your body’s reaction. You can feel how hard he is underneath you and Hongjoong let’s out a deep hiss from the sensation. He pulls your chin up and his lips are on immediately on yours, needy and heavy, his tongue in your mouth. You kiss him back with the same desperation, fisting your hands in his hair and continuing to grind down on his hard member, the sensation radiating through your core. Hongjoong is kissing his way down your neck now, stopping to nip at your earlobe, earning another loud moan from you. He finds your sensitive spot and quickly works a love bite into your skin. He gently kisses the now purple mark and continues to trail kisses down to your breast, quickly taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan relentlessly as he works one nipple with his mouth and the other with his fingers, stopping after a bit to switch.

Your arousal is getting unbearable now and you want more. You need more. You grab one of Hongjoong’s wrists and lead it down your body, leaving it hovering over your core as realization hits him. He looks up at you, his eyes widened slightly in surprise at your boldness, but he wastes no time in pressing his hand to your sex, gently running a finger along your panty-clad folds. A shudder runs through you and you would have fallen back if not for Hongjoong’s other hand holding you steady against him. He looks up at you again, this time his eyes darkened with desire, and his fingers teasingly dance along the hem of your panties.

“Joong, please~” You whimper and Hongjoong almost loses it at the sound of his name falling from your lips in such a desperate manner. He dips his hand into your panties and one of his fingers immediately finds your clit, circling around the sensitive bud a few times before sliding further down your folds and teasing your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” He muses, eyes fixed on your crotch and the way his fingers are working you. He slowly dips a finger into your entrance, and you gasp loudly, bucking against his hand. He chuckles and pulls his finger out before plunging back in with a second finger added. “So fucking sexy.”

Hongjoong’s fingers skillfully work your core and have you pouring out profanities mixed in with your moans. You can feel how much he’s getting off on the way his actions are impacting you. You can see the tent in his sweatpants indicating just how turned on he is. You’re eager to take some of your control back and you loved the look on his face earlier when you led his hand down to your wet sex. You want to seem him look at you like that again.

“Joong, I want –“ You hesitate and stutter, the image of what you’re about to ask flashing before your eyes. Hongjoong senses your hesitation and brings his unoccupied hand up to cup your face, eyeing you softly.

“What do you want babe? You can tell me.” He nods reassuringly, bringing a soft kiss to your lips for emphasis. You smile softly at him and his actions remind you just how much he loves you. Insecurities be damned, tonight was about you and Hongjoong and the two of you sharing this moment with each other. You square your shoulders and look him straight in the eye as the words fall out of your mouth.

“I want to sit on your face.”

You can tell he’s taken aback by the request. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open and you can practically his mind is processing the words you just said. He processes quickly and his eyes return to the darkened shade of lust. Next thing you know he’s scrambling out from under you and laying back on the bed in anticipation. You chuckle at his eagerness and take note at the fact that the poor man is still painfully straining through his sweatpants. He’s been so focused on making you feel good and you’ve been so focusing on the way he’s been making you feel; he’s gotten almost no attention himself. You make a mental note to fix that very soon.

You sit up and shimmy out of your panties, painfully aware of the fact that you are now completely naked in front of him. The way he’s taking in every inch of your body makes you blush and the heat pooling in your core only intensifies. You quickly make your way to the top of the bed and face forward as you position yourself over his face. You look down at him for affirmation and he nods eagerly, biting his lip in anticipation. You slowly lower yourself down towards his face and as soon as your thighs are in reach for him, he pulls you the rest of the way down, eagerly taking a long, slow lick up your slit. The noise you make is so wanton, you’re shocked to hear it come out of your own mouth. Hongjoong hums against your sex and puts his tongue to work on your clit. He tongues and sucks on the sensitive bud until you’re shaking so hard you have to brace yourself on his chest for support.

His tongue dips into your opening repeatedly and your moans are incessant at this point. You manage to focus your eyes forward and are drawn to the bulge in Hongjoong’s pants. An idea pops into your head and you smirk as you lean forward further, coming face-to-face with his erection. You begin to palm him through his sweats and he pauses his actions to let out a string of profanities against your inner thigh. Damn. He must have really been struggling to hold it in. You start to slide his sweatpants down and he lifts his hips allowing you to slide both them and his briefs down his legs. His cock isn’t super girthy but it’s lengthy and you don’t think you’ll be to fit the full thing in your mouth. You gently take his member in your hand and lick from the base all the up to the tip, tonguing at the head before taking his tip into your mouth. Hongjoong is moaning against your thigh, but never one to be beat out, he puts his tongue back to work on your clit and slides one of his fingers into you. You moan loudly and you can feel him shudder in reaction to the sensation against his cock.

You take more of him in your mouth, eager to see how much you can handle. When his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag a bit, there’s still quite a bit left to go so you use your hand to make up for the length you can’t take. You slowly pump your mouth up and down, using your hand to pump the area you can’t reach. Hongjoong is trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth but you can feel him twitching beneath you. You smirk as you swirl you tongue around his head, kind of amazed at the effect you’re able to have on him. Your focus doesn’t last for long as Hongjoong is fucking three fingers into you now, his tongue still working on your clit, and you can feel the heat in your core growing and expanding as your climax approaches.

“Joong, I’m so close.” Your head falls onto Hongjoong’s thigh and he picks up the pace. Your thighs clamp around his face and you’re bucking your hips against his mouth and his fingers feel oh so good inside of you. Your body starts to shake as you reach the edge and Hoongjoong’s name is spilling out of your mouth repeatedly as you cum. You collapse on top of him and catch your breath. He peppers soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.

After taking a moment to recuperate you crawl back up to him and pull him into a deep kiss. His mouth slots against yours as his hands run lazily up and down your back. Later you realize you were too blissed out and too happy to even feel insecure when he touched your love handles. You’re worn out but you’re not ready to stop and you want to make sure Hongjoong gets off before the night is over. You reach over into your nightstand drawer and dig around a bit before pulling out a condom. Hongjoong raises his eyebrows at this and you shrug innocently.

“What?” You say, in a tone that’s anything but innocent, “So maybe I’ve been wanting this for a while.” Hongjoong chuckles and pulls you back into him planting kisses all over your face before working his way down to your neck again. You tilt your head and allow him access and sigh at the sensation. One of his hands comes up to cup your breast again and he squeezes gently. You could definitely get use to nights like this with him.

You know Hongjoong likes to dom in the bedroom, thanks to a very drunken game of 20 Questions that happened on one of your earlier dates. He’s been so gentle and patient all night, making sure you were comfortable with the pace of things and putting your pleasure first, you wanted him to have his pleasure now.

“Baby –“ You say softly. You rarely call him ‘baby’. That was more of his pet name for you. You preferred to call him Joong with the occasional ‘babe’ thrown in. Hearing you use the rare pet name causes him to pause his actions and he looks up at you expectantly.

“I want you to take me now.”

Those words flip a switch in him and next thing you know, he flips you onto your back and you let out of yelp from the sheer force of it. He kicks his sweats and boxers off completely and tears open the condom package, rolling the protection over his length. His eyes are dark. The darkest they’ve been yet tonight, and you can feel the heat returning to your core with the anticipation of what’s to come. Hongjoong strokes his cock and runs it up and down your slit a few times causing you to shudder. He pauses at your entrance looking to you for affirmation. You bite your lip and nod and he’s pushing into you at a steady yet relatively slow pace. You were no virgin, but the last time you had sex was long before you started dating Hongjoong and he knew that (thanks again 20 Questions). You can tell he’s eager to fuck you, but he waits patiently for you to adjust and for some of the discomfort to subside.

You give him the go ahead and he pulls out before ramming back into you at full force. You cry out and tighten your grip on his biceps. He’s railing into you now and each thrust radiates through your entire body. He’s moaning each time he pushes into you and you don’t think you’ve ever heard something sound more beautiful. Hongjoong takes one of your legs and perches it over his shoulder and suddenly he hits a new angle that drives you wild. You call out his name with your head thrown back in ecstasy and your walls clench around him with each thrust.

“You look so beautiful laid out for me like this, baby.” His pet name for you has never sounded so dirty… or so good. “Moaning my name while I fuck you so hard. You’re such a good girl. You like this, huh?”

You whimper in agreement, unable to form actual words and dig your nails into his skin so hard, you briefly worry you might have drawn blood. He somehow manages to pick up the pace even more and you’re seeing stars behind you eyes at this point. He drives you closer and closer to another climax and you’re repeatedly clenching and unclenching around his cockr. You can tell that you’re close and he’s loving everything moment of it.

“You gonna cum for me again? You love the way I’m fucking you right now and you wanna cum around my cock, yeah baby?”

You’re cry out his name and Hongjoong finally pushes you over your edge sending you into a state of bliss for the second time tonight. He rides out your high with you and the sensation drives him closer to his edge. He grips on your thighs as he pounds into you, each stroke becoming more erratic as he reaches his climax. It hits him and he’s spilling out profanities and your name and he collapses on top of you. You’re both out of breath and sweaty and fucked out and you lean down to kiss him lazily, trying to convey all of the feelings you’ve had tonight.

“I love you so much, Joong.” You wrap your arms around him and curl up into his comforting embrace, not ready to get up just yet.

“I love you too. So so much.”

An hour later after a shower that almost led to round two, you and Hongjoong are curled up under your blankets and he’s playing with your fingers absentmindedly. You feel so warm and content. So lucky to have someone who loves you and will love you through every insecure moment you might have. He proves to you time and time again that you’re the only one for him and you really, honestly, and truly believe him. You smile and plant a kiss in his soft hair, knowing he knows exactly how you feel. He sits up suddenly and pouts at you.

“How am I ever supposed to survive without you for two whole weeks after this?” You laugh and pulling him back down to you, smiling into a kiss.

[bambyeol]

Heya 👋🏼 was wondering if u could share some tips on how to write beautifully painful angst like you do:’) thabk uhuuuu

Hiii anonn! 🙈🙊 thanks for the ask even though I havent posted in a while 😭 (schoooooolllll) . Anyway, tips for angst hmmm.1. Reading your work should make you feel something. This does not only apply for angst but all genre. Fluff should make u feel warm or giddy or swoon. Angst should hurt or at least prick, and even you, the writer should feel it. Often, being the author of something desensitizes you to feeling things from your story because it's you who has developed it and you know everything about it. Being the writer is a different perspective from being a reader, and letting the writer feel something from his own work is hard. I don't know if it's just me but I had works where the story I wrote was sad but I didnt feel anything from it. Although the readers felt something while i didnt, that's a gamble. Basically, if even you the author could feel something from your own work that is a greater security that it will hurt others. 2. DEVELOP YOUR PLOT. take time to think of the course of events, BUILD IT UP. Dont just pour so much angst on one part of the story, slowly establish it and with a big push let all the sadness connect lol. This is why when Im doing back stories or flashbacks in my fic, even though they're like just one big life story of a character or one event, I make sure to spread the revelations or developments throughout the story. One, it keeps the readers interested. Two, it doesnt emotionally exhaust you. ESTABLISH FACTS FROM THE GET GO OF THE STORY while omitting / leaving a few bits of the whole story from the readers. Establishing facts makes the readers know what they're in for. For example, in my downpour fic, I immediately revealed that Jihoon had Hanahaki and recovered from it through operation. But. What i didnt reveal was the course of the years after he recovered or how he even managed to acquire one.Another example would be for B.A.M where from the very first scene, you know something was wrong with the lead girl (Riseul) because who even cries during a pop rock song, but the reader doesnt know why dafuq she was crying. (This is me shamelessly advertising my fics 😂😂). So establishing facts serve as bait ? And at the same time it makes a good foundation. 3. CHARACTERIZATION IS KEY. Just a fun fact why I try to avoid writing some characters in my stories (coughs Sungwoon and Guanlin), it's because I find a hard time visualizing them fully (i love them but i dont want to not fully bring out their charms) Every member of w1 has a certain stereotype (this is a wrong term but my brain is kind of not in the mood to work with me ) or personality tag? For example, jaehwan is the funny weird guy ; baejin is the shy guy , daehwi is sweet and cute , jihoon is jeojang lollll. BUT. That shouldnt be the case all the time. The members are real humans so they should be more than just a shy guy or funny weird guy all throughout. I mean, true, that should be incorporated in the story but it shouldnt the totality of it. You must be able to feel how they would act in certain situations, what they would say or what they feel or how their personality tags would affect their decisions. PROPER CHARACTERIZATION makes the story closer to people and therefore more hurtful since the readers could empathize that "oh, i really think that this is what Jihoon would have done or this is what Daniel would have felt" 4. CONVEY THE EMOTIONS. Honestly, I'm a very emotions-type of writer. Like I write so much of what the character is feeling and im trying to describe it in detail basically i try to describe the abstract concepts in detail. Actually, that's a bad habit and I must grow out of writing so much about emotions because stories should be a mix of ACTION WRITING AND EMOTION WRITING. Action writing would refer to describing movements like "she sipped from the cup" . Emotion writing would refer to the abstract concepts , usually the emotions " she was angry because of ___" . readers wouldnt know the emotions of the characters just by reading their actions, so it's your job as a writer to convey the emotions. This is specially important for angst. For example, you may describe in detail (action-based) how the lead could have caught her boyfriend cheating, but not all readers would understand the feeling of being cheated upon so u need to point out how she would have felt. While emotions are important, dont forget to fill up the action writing too ( which I suck at btw) . True, it's nice to know how they are feeling but without any information on the whole scene like what they were doing or such, the readers wouldnt be able to imagine it and would not be able to connect to them. 5. Angst should be more than just dumping of bad occurences happening to a character. It's more than just love not being returned, or cheating or death. I mean, those are premises, but it's not fully angst. I think an angst is good if you are able to show the dilemmas between each character and these dilemmas should be realistic. I remember how I was so frustrated when I was writing Downpour because of the dilemma of Riseul where her best friend ( Jihoon ) had fallen in love with her to the point he had Hanahaki but this happened while she was dating Woojin which means she really had no feelings for Jihoon. It's one thing to want to save your best friend, but it's another if it means that you must fall out of love with your boyfriend or else you'll throw away the emotions of your best friend. Always remember that what happened in the past inside your story would have a bearing with the present of your story. A person who was cheated upon would have a hard time trusting again so dont write it that he/she magically falls in love and immediately trusts the new guy. Lol i think ive talked a lot >~> im sorry if it's so long and honestly im not the most reliable person to ask for this not when i still have a lot of areas to improve on my work. But still, thank you for asking, and I wish my insights would be able to help you ^O^

[kittensjonsa]

Don't Cry

For @jonxsansafanfiction Valentine's Day 10: Stood up. Pardon the deluge of wedding fics, it's all because I had a wedding to attend over the weekend! And also the reason why I'm a little behind! Sorry! But I aim to complete the challenge and all the prompts so here it is! Bear with me please.. 😆 Thanks for reading! xx ----------- Sansa wiped off the hot tears that rolled off her cheek. All she wanted to do was scream and hit at something. Or someone. Especially someone. Angry was an understatement. She was seething. She could not find anymore words to describe Joffrey. This was the lowest he had come to. Bastard, jerk, prick, scumbag were all too mild for him. He was beneath all of that. Leaving Sansa by herself at the airport, hours away from their flight to Robb's and Margaery's wedding and the text that said it all. 'I think we should see other people. This is obviously not working out. You have a good life.' - was all he said. He didn't even acknowledge her by name. Not a call, nothing. Sansa had rung him five times the past two hours and they were completely ignored. The moment her calls were directed to his voicemail, it proved to be the final straw and Sansa had to run into the bathroom and bawl her eyes out. The plans they had made, the sweet promises were all just pretend, for show and for whom Sansa didn't know. And she was foolish enough to trust him. Look where that got me, she thought to herself. Sansa rubbed off the tears again from her face and took a deep breath and pulled herself together. Her flight was going to board soon and perhaps having family around her was just what she needed. She probably had to explain Joffrey's absence but she wished they wouldn't for all she desired for right now was a warm hug. Sansa stepped out of the cubicle and washed her face. The cool water on her skin immediately offered relief. Men can suck it, she fumed. Sansa looked out her window as she fastened her seat belt. A little time in the sun would probably be a good antidote to the canker of sorrow and disappointment taking root in her heart. Highgarden was blessed with lots of sun. It seemed to have only two seasons, spring or summer, all year round. It was a 2 hour flight to Highgarden from Winterfell and it was going to be the longest two hours of her life. "Sansa?" a voice made her look up from her book. She recognised the low raspy voice. Dark curls and deep set brown eyes met hers. "Jon!" Sansa surprise turned into relief as she held out her arms to greet him. She held on longer than she should, she needed it so much. Jon sat in the empty seat beside her. "Well, this is a surprise. I thought you would already be there with the rest." Sansa smiled weakly but didn't say anything. How could she when the mention of Joffrey's name on her lips would send her into another crying fit. "I thought YOU were supposed to already be there. You didn't manage to catch an earlier flight?" Sansa avoided answering and asked Jon instead. "Last minute change in plans. I had to come. Work comes second and you know I won't miss your brother's big day. But my assistant screwed up the bookings and put me on the flight for today so here I am. Great to bump into you though," Jon explained cheerfully, obviously glad he had company. Sansa was also glad her cousin was on the same flight as hers, though it was for an entirely different reason. "Really good to see you, Sansa. Guess I'll be getting to my seat then. See you when we land," Jon shifted to move when he felt Sansa's gentle tug on him. "Oh you can sit here, if you want. I mean, this seat is vacant," Sansa patted the seat next to hers. It was meant for someone else but that person was as good as dead to her. Jon grinned at her offer. "Well don't mind if I do. No one is sitting here?" Sansa took a deep breath and sighed. She shook her head, trying to choke back sobs that were on the verge of coming on. Jon's grin slowly turned into concern as he saw Sansa struggling to speak. It took him seconds to connect the dots and guess what was wrong. Sansa held her head down and looked at her fidgety hands, trying to avoid Jon's gaze. "Sansa, what's wrong? Are you OK? " Sansa shook her head at Jon, this time her tears flowed freely. Perhaps it was her body's way of ridding her system of all the toxic emotions. If she was going to cry the whole weekend to feel better then she would do just that. "Oh Sansa, my dear, I'm so sorry. It's going to be okay. We'll meet everyone and we'll have a great time, it's going to be all right. There, there," Jon held Sansa and stroked her arms as she leaned into him for support. Sansa sobbed quietly trying her best to calm her heaving body. Jon's arms felt so wonderful around her. Just what she needed. "Do you want a drink, Sans ?" he asked as the attendant strolled past with the refreshments trolley. Yes, a drink would be good, she figured and pointed to the miniature vodka bottle and the can of tonic water. It took a few sips of her drink for Sansa to admit to Jon that she had been stood up by Joffrey at the airport and had dumped her like a bag of junk via text message. As Sansa bared her story, Jon's fists kept clenching involuntarily. If only he could his hands on the scrawny throat of his. He didn't like Joffrey, he never did. He could tell nobody in the Stark family liked him either. He didn't know what Sansa had seen in the entitled, arrogant and immature brat that was Joffrey. She was too good for him and Jon always felt she deserved someone who was gentle and respectful. Joffrey was none of those. "I swear to God, if I ever see him anywhere, I'll sort him out. Ass hole," Jon growled. Sansa leaned closer to his chest and nodded her head slightly. Family was definitely the best thing in her life. Jon was a Targaryen but there was Stark in him thanks to Aunt Lyanna, so he was just as good. Having Jon hold her throughout the entire flight almost made Sansa feel like normal again. His voice, his bad corny jokes as he tried to make her smile and the hand squeezes on her arms and shoulders all made for a balm in soothing her broken heart. Sansa had not seen this side of Jon before and she was pleasantly surprised. "You feel better? Look, I know this wedding might be hard for you after what happened and maybe they'll ask questions," Jon spoke with concern as he lugged their bags on to the trolley. "Well, I did tell everyone that Joffrey was my plus one and he was coming with me. So now that he's not, I'm sure they'll want to know why." "Well, you don't have to tell them anything if you don't want to. It's still raw and it hurts, believe me I know a thing or two about being dumped." Sansa looked at Jon for him to continue as they stood waiting for their turn at the car rental kiosk. He didn't divulge anything further. Perhaps, a year gone was still too soon to speak of Ygritte. Their drive was a fairly quiet one to the Tyrell estate, Sansa was too tired to chat and Jon comprehended. She had been fortunate enough to have Jon by her side during this unexpected hard time. Jon seemed to say the right things that made Sansa appreciate him even more than before. "I guess I should tell Robb and Margaery that I have an extra seat at my table now. In case they need it," Sansa said, thinking out loud. "You don't have to. I'll sit with you. I mean I'm not sure I even have a seat at any table since I just told them I would be coming just yesterday. Leave that seat for me. So I can be your plus one. Of course if you don't mind," Jon suggested, his eyes on the road as he spoke. Sansa couldn't bear his heart felt gesture that she felt like crying again. Sansa stifled a sniff to keep calm as best she could. It touched her that Jon would care so much for her emotional well being. The brooding and moody Jon Targaryen she had known was gone. She liked the Jon she was seeing now. Sansa felt a gentle squeeze on her hand as she exhaled a deep sigh. Jon's thumb gently wiped away a tear from her face. Her red and tear ridden eyes met his. Sansa didn't notice any sympathy in them. All she found were kind smiling eyes. "Dont cry, Sansa. I'll make sure you'll be all right."