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placna · 7 years

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At Least I Tried

My fic for the harringrove challenge that the amazing @rarsablack organizes. Thanks for putting this together, I had a blast! My lyrics prompt: I'm sittin' eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind,wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life. You can read the story HERE ON AO3 or bellow the cut: Summary: Steve has given it a lot of thought before deciding that slipping a note into Billy’s locker is his best option. It’s a solid plan with many advantages. Namely, if Billy reacts badly after reading it, Steve won’t be there to get his teeth punched out. The thing is, Steve’s plans never work out the way he wants. AKA When it comes to throwing himself a pity party, Steve is the king.

Steve has given it a lot of thought before deciding that slipping a note into Billy’s locker is his best option.

It’s a solid plan with many advantages. Namely, if Billy reacts badly after reading it, Steve won’t be there to get his teeth punched out.

“No turning back now,” Steve mutters to himself, squaring his shoulders and striding down the hall to the row of lockers. He steals a quick glance behind him to make sure no one sees him.

It’s super early and save for Jonathan and Nancy, doing god knows what in the darkroom, there isn’t anyone else in the school yet.

One can never be too cautious.

Steve opens and folds the slip of paper again. Now or never.

If his confession doesn’t go as planned, at least he won’t be there to witness the blowout. Billy will have some time too cool off before he has to see Steve again for the third period. And if worst comes to worst, Steve will only have to endure a week and a half of death threats before their graduation.

He’d be forever wondering if he didn’t take this chance.

He pushes the folded note through the slit and hears it flop down inside the locker. He immediately wishes he could take it back, heart speeding, palms sweating.

He lets out a slow exhale. That’s why he chose a note. So that he couldn’t backtrack and so that he wouldn’t blabber nonsense if standing face to face with Billy. Writing might never be his strong suit but in this case, he prefers the advantage of thinking about what exactly he wants to tell Billy.

***

Steve isn’t sure what kind of a reaction he expected but it wasn’t anything like this.

On the sleepless nights he thought about the anger he might provoke. He created scenarios in his head how Billy could use his knowledge to turn Steve’s life into a pile of ashes. Steve would deny it all, of course, and his parents would surely believe his word over Billy’s allegations but there would be rumours. There would be glances and jeering and Steve isn’t sure how he would cope with that.

On the few blessed nights when he fell asleep, Steve dreamt about Billy waiting for him after their classes were over, watching him with hunger in his eyes. There would be a small, pleased smile on his face instead of his usual smirk. He would lick his lips and stare at Steve challengingly, daring him to make good on the promise he made in the note. And Steve would cross the distance between them and kiss him, maybe earning a surprised moan, maybe managing to talk Billy into taking the Camaro for a ride.

What Steve never imagined was Billy ignoring him completely.

At first it’s a relief. Frankly, Billy beating the living daylight out of him seemed just as probable as Billy taking Steve up on his offer. So, no violence is a good sign.

But as the day goes on, Billy doesn’t do anything. Steve doesn’t catch him lingering with his gaze on Steve, Steve doesn’t see any flash of emotions on Billy’s face when they pass each other in the hallway.

Steve loiters once their last period is over. He’s slow to pack up his things, even slower to get to his locker and slower still on his way to his car, giving Billy every chance to catch him alone and talk about it.

Billy doesn’t wait up for him and his Camaro is long gone by the time Steve shuffles to the parking lot.

The next day is the same, so is the day after that. Billy keeps on ignoring him like nothing ever happened.

Steve can hardly focus on anything that goes on at school. He keeps expecting the other shoe to drop. He keeps shooting Tommy and his new gang of fools suspicious glances, waiting for the moment the whispering starts. But it never does.

When Nancy approaches him, expression soft and uncomfortably close to pity, Steve braces himself, the denial already on the tip of his tongue. ‘It’s all just hearsay, Nancy. You of all people should know better,’ he would tell her. But Nancy only wants to know if Steve would like to join her and Jonathan on a trip to the lake this afternoon. There aren’t many things Steve would like less. Laurie and some other people from their school will be there too, Nancy says.

Steve goes with them and spends the whole afternoon trying not to glare at the way Vicki wraps herself around Billy. To his credit, Billy is as quick to flirt and forget as always. He doesn’t seem really interested but then again, he never does. One of the reasons Steve opted for the note.

It takes four days of this for Steve to understand. His cheeks flame when he realizes that Billy Hargrove, of all people, is being the bigger man and this is his way of letting Steve down gently. He doesn’t want to cause a scene, he has no desire to fight with Steve. He no longer has anything to prove, Steve guesses.

With all the fights Billy got himself into recently, all of which he won, Steve figures he should be grateful.

He closes his eyes and wishes he never wrote that stupid, sappy note. He should have known better.

Billy’s silence hurts just as much as a punch to the stomach.

Steve spends the rest of their school days in a haze. Good thing the grading period is already over because Steve’s grades would take a serious nosedive.

***

“’Morning, Steve,” Max says brightly. She seems to be in a good mood and Steve quickly plasters on a smile. He doesn’t want her day to turn sour because of him.

It’s the second week of June, the weather is great, everyone is more than ready for the summer break to begin. Except for Steve.

“Hi, Max,” he says as she gets in the car.

“So? How does it feel?” She asks as she fastens her seatbelt, he doesn’t have to prompt her. “Is it any different now that you’ve finally graduated?”

“It’s weird,” Steve says. “I’m still driving to the school to drop you off but I’m not coming inside for anymore lectures, ever.”

“You should sound happier about that.”

“About taking you to school every day because your brother was gone the moment high school was over?”

“Steve,” Max says with a sigh. “I mean, I’m glad you offered, you know. It’s only a few more days and then our school year is over as well. And you should be proud that you finished high school.”

“Yeah. Well,” Steve peels of the side of the road, leaving Max’s house in the distance. “I know.”

She’s right, of course, but he can’t shake the sense of finality that hit him when his old classmates run in all directions after the graduation ceremony. He’ll never see some of them again and he guesses he should be mostly glad about that but he can’t help the mawkish feelings that gnaw on him.

“So what’s bugging you?”

“The college’s starting soon, I guess,” he manages. “Lots of arrangements to make.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Max watching him. “You’ve got the whole summer to figure it out. Still no luck with the housing?”

Steve shakes his head. “Should have started looking into that earlier.” Earlier, he didn’t even know he was going to Chicago. Earlier, his head was full of stupid hopes and childish dreams. Earlier, he could look his father dead in the eye and claim he’s not going to college. But now there’s nothing for him to do here in this town. Going to college to get away from it all, from the town as well as from his parents, it doesn’t seem so bad.

“You’ll figure it out,” Max says with confidence and turns her head to stare out of the window.

“Sure,” Steve nods. He doubts it, though.

***

They’re nearly at the school when Max says, “Billy’s postcard arrived yesterday, you know?”

“Oh?” Steve keeps his tone disinterested. “How’s California?”

Max turns hear head sharply, her hair falling like a curtain off her shoulder. “California? He didn’t go to California.”

“Uh-umm, okay,” Steve hums. He desperately wants to ask but he doesn’t. Something in him is still bitter that Billy didn’t even acknowledge him to turn him down.

Steve parks the car but Max doesn’t get out right away. She bites her lip before blurting out, “You should have asked him, you know?”

Steve’s stomach clenches. Damn it, had they all known? “What?”

Max huffs. “You should have asked him, Steve. He would take you with him.”

Steve lets out a humourless chuckle. “I very much doubt that, kid.”

Max unfastens her seatbelt and grabs her bag. “You would have known if you asked!”

Steve heaves a sigh. What does it matter anyway. “I asked him, Max.”

She’s already fumbling for the door handle but she stops dead in her tracks. “What?” Her voice is a shrill of disbelief.

Steve runs a hand through his hair, probably making even bigger mess of it. “I asked him, he didn’t like the idea, we never spoke about it again.”

Max is frowning at him. “That can’t be right, Steve. I just know it.”

“Yeah, well. You know jack shit.”

Max clucks her tongue, reaching for his hand to tug it away from his hair. “When did you ask him? Did he even hear you? Maybe he didn’t understand what you meant.”

“I think I made myself pretty clear in the note, Max.”

“What note?” She sounds urgent.

Steve rolls his eyes, hearing how stupid he sounds when he says, “I left him a note in his locker, like, two weeks before we graduated.”

Max opens her mouth, then closes it again. Her grip on Steve’s arm tightens. “Have you never noticed,” she says, sounding frustrated, “that he didn’t use his locker anymore?”

“What?”

“Said he lost his combination, went to ask about it but I don’t know what they told him.” Max’s staring at him, her eyes wide. “He couldn’t care less and didn’t want to spend forever trying random combinations, so he just stored stuff in the car for the last few weeks.”

Steve gulps. “I didn’t know that.”

“Oh, Steve.”

“Hey, do you know if they cleared seniors’ lockers yet?”

“I don’t think so? I think they do that once the school year is over for everybody.”

“Good,” Steve says, killing off the engine and getting out of the car.

“Steve?”

“Go to your classes, Max,” he dismisses her. “I feel like spending forever trying random combinations.”

Max looks at him as if he lost his mind and trails after him to the school.

***

It takes a while but finally he gets the locker open, with the trusted pattern on high-low-high numbers.

The note is there, sitting innocently on top of a pile of some books.

Steve snatches it before Max has the chance to get to it. He barely spares the paper a glance before crumpling it into a small ball in his fist. He doesn’t have to look, he remembers every pathetic word of his confession.

Max reaches out her hand, curious. “What does it say?”

Steve shoves the paper into a pocket of his jeans. “A friendship offer,” he says and it’s only a half-lie.

“Oh, Steve,” Max sighs. She can see right through him, Steve realizes.

“He never read it,” Steve says with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

On the bright side, he tells himself, at least he was spared the humiliation of the rejection. And he has the damning note now, so no one from the school can find out.

“I thought he was giving me the cold shoulder,” he says, remembering the past weeks he spent watching Billy expectantly, waiting for the confrontation.

Max gnaws on her lip again. “I’ll… I’ll tell you when he gets back home.”

Steve looks at her and then says, softly, “Kid, he’s never coming back here.” Billy hated this town and he hated everybody in it.

Max shakes her head. “He made me a promise!” She doesn’t sound too sure.

Steve pats her shoulder. “Sure, sure. Hey, you should take all his shit and clear the locker.”

Max grabs the books, then smirks to herself. She thrusts one book into Steve’s hands. “Here, you should keep this one.”

Steve glances down at the book. The spine is slightly cracked. Steve runs his fingers along it. “Firestarter?”

Max hums, shoves some of Billy’s old textbooks into her bag. “I think you might like it.”

“Okay.” He clutches the book to his chest. A keepsake.

The bell rings.

“Go to your classes, Max,” Steve says again.

“Sure.” Max zips her bag, peers into the now empty locker one more time to make sure nothing is left behind. “And Steve?”

“Hm?” His fingers absent-mindedly trace King’s name printed on the spine.

“If you have actually spoken to Billy,” she says, hauling her bag over her shoulder, grinning up at Steve, “you would known he was accepted to the UIC. Right now he’s taking the summer session.”

She sprints to her classes, leaving Steve standing in the middle of the hallway, staring after her in disbelief.

A cautious ray of hope wraps itself around his chest. Maybe, just maybe, he hasn’t blown all his chances yet.

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cassburger215 · 7 years

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‘Til Death - Part 3

Dean x Reader

Summary: When the reader finds herself in need of outside help, she calls the Winchester brothers to cash in an old favor. A call that changes everything.

Word Count: 2100+

A/N: I’m so so so sorry that it’s been so long since I’ve updated this. It was a combination of work life, personal life, holidays, procrastination, and figuring out how to move forward on it. So I tried to make it long for lost time. Hope you enjoy and please comment!

P.S. Who’s waiting to see Danneel on SPN tonight?!

MASTERLIST

"Could you turn that down? My ears are bleeding," you yelled over the loud rock music.

Dean turned to look back at you from the driver's seat, his head bopping and mouthing the lyrics. He gave you a cheeky grin in response. You glared, reaching forward to turn it down yourself instead. A sigh of relief left your mouth as Led Zeppelin became background noise. Now you could actually think.

"How much longer?" is your second question. You'd been on the road for at least eight hours already. Food sounded good right about now too.

"At least another four hours," Sam said. "There's a town not too far that we can stop in for fuel."

You nodded your head. You just hoped this worked.

It'd been two weeks since you left Indiana with the brothers and so far nothing had come of it. There was no hint of where Sara could be. Sam searched everywhere from online to public records in libraries. Nothing. It infuriated you that you couldn't remember anything about where she had been taken. The only information you had was the name of the agency that Sara was adopted through.

Which is why you were currently on your way to your hometown in South Dakota. A place you hadn't set foot in in years.

With nothing else to do, you let your hands fall to your lap and stare out the window. Not that there was much to see. Iowa was all flat land. Boring.

Your mind runs back through the past couple weeks.

The most prominent thing to happen was meeting Castiel. Because apparently, angels exist now. Your head was still throbbing with the revelation. Being an atheist, it was difficult to be forced into changing lifelong held beliefs.

Oh, and they could magically heal people. You placed your hand over the area that was once crudely stitched together skin. Now there wasn’t even a scar. Frankly, it creeped you out. But for the purposes of your mission it was helpful.

When you had asked Sam and Dean why they had an angel in their pocket, you didn’t get much of an answer. ‘Long story’ was the offered response. Then they were weird around you sometimes, doing their little silent conversations or whisper-arguing to each other when they thought you weren’t watching.

They were hiding something from you. Something big.

You decided not to push it though. You had Sara to worry about and you weren’t going to get far without the brothers’ help.

In no time, the impala was driving up to the entrance of Harmony Adoptions.

“Alright, what’s the game plan?” Dean spoke up, looking to me through the rearview mirror. Right. This was my deal.

“Umm... FBI?” you said uncertainly. You hadn’t really done anything like this before. Most of the cases you hunt don’t require posing as authority to get answers.

Sam shook his head. “I wouldn’t. Not with adoption agencies. They will be tight-lipped. You know, red tape and all. They’ll request a warrant before releasing anything to you.”

“Well, that’s all I got,” you shrugged. You all sat in silence for a moment, watching the place as you thought.

The front door pushed out to reveal a couple holding hands, speaking to what appeared to be an employee as they left. They looked hopeful, the man smiling widely before planting one on the girl’s temple. Then they departed.

“Lightbulb,” you suddenly said, pushing yourself up to the front seats. Dean crooked an eyebrow at you. You gestured toward the couple that just left.

“Pose as a couple wanting to adopt,” Sam finished your thought out loud. You nod. “That could work. It would get us into the building, get a tour of the facilities...”

“Exactly,” you said. “So... who’s the lucky couple? I personally think gay sells.”

Both screwed their faces up, a clear shutdown of the idea - which made you chuckle. Sam wagged his finger between you and Dean.

“You two go ahead. I don’t think me and Y/N would really pass as a couple.”

Dean quickly scrutinized you two. “Yup, you got that right.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Jerk.”

“Bitch,” Dean shot back with a crooked grin. He then looked straight to you. “Guess it’s you and me, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Your heart beat slightly faster. You cleared your throat before continuing, “It’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Make an appointment.”

With a plan in place, the impala pulled out of the lot in search for a motel. Something that had been interesting in terms of sleeping arrangements the past couple weeks. If there was a couch, usually that’s where you slept since neither Sam or Dean could fit comfortably with their large frames.

However more often than not, a couch was out of the question in motels. By then it’s a game of rock, paper, scissors for the floor. It made you feel slightly guilty because Sam usually got the short stick.

You would get your own room, but that meant more money that neither of you had. You tried not to use your fake card more than necessary. You know, keep the felonies to a minimum.

It took a minute to find one that wasn’t completely skeevy, but finally a small family owned place was found on the outskirts of town. Which was even better. Less likely to run into trouble.

After you all checked in, and Sam relegated to the floor once again, Dean announced he was going on a food run. Which likely included a bar stop, so we’d not see him for a while.

And now, during this down time with Sam, it was hard to ignore your growing thoughts about the town you were currently in.

Something else occurred to you too.

“Hey Sam, I’ll be back in a bit,” you said as you pulled on a coat. Sam was looking for something in the leather journal the boys always carried around. He quickly looked up after you spoke though, the journal closing as he raised from the bed.

“Woah, hey. Where are you going?”

“It’s not really any of your business.” You got defensive. You couldn’t help it, but the look on Sam’s face made you backtrack. “It has nothing to do with you, okay? I just need to check something.”

“Well, Dean took the car and the only thing within 5 miles of us is a quickie mart.”

You forgot about the car.

“I’m walking,” you declared. It’s not like you didn’t know how to get there from here. It would just take 3 times the amount of time. You gave a sharp nod to yourself, cementing the new plan into your mind.

“I’m coming with you.”

Ugh. You shook your head at him again. He was a cool guy and all, and he was helping you out big time with your sister, but sometimes you questioned how this kid hunted with his personality.

“I’m 26 you know. Just like you,” Sam said, his lips turning upward. You had muttered your thoughts out loud by mistake. “And as for my character… well, there’s a lot you don’t know Y/N.”

Again, you wanted to know what him and Dean had been whispering about behind your back. It unnerved you, not knowing. Yet, the way he said that made you think he was talking about something else.

Sam cleared his throat after a beat. You just stood there lost in your thoughts but snapped out of it when he spoke again. “So, where to?”

Deciding to give up on getting rid of the bodyguard, you let out a sigh and opened the door.

“Somewhere painful.”

Barren. The place was nothing but old walls and scratched floors. There wasn’t even a folding chair or an old lamp sitting in a corner. Just empty. Forgotten.

Kind of like how you felt.

You began to ask yourself why it was a good idea to come back to your old home. Wondered what possessed you to travel across town by foot to a place that held more bad memories than good.

Sam wavered at the front entrance, settling for leaning against the door jamb and staring at the opposite side while you trailed your hand along the wall of what used to be the den.

It wasn’t a big house. One story, two bedrooms, one bath. The tiny kitchen and den shared space, then the rest was down a hallway. It surprised you, how much you remembered.

There used to be a horrid plaid couch that sat in the dead center of the room, facing the small window. You used to abhor that couch. The color, the smell, the texture. You hoped it went to a dumpster after you were taken away. Or lit on fire.

You could still imagine the bookcase filled with cheap board games and puzzles since you didn’t own a tv. The kitchen had a drawer next to the oven that would stick unless you banged on the counter. The leaky roof. The tire swing in the neighbor’s backyard. Your sister singing along to Bon Jovi with a hairbrush in hand and an air guitar that rivaled your own.

A sob left your lips.

“Y/N?”

With wobbly knees you eased to the floor. Sam had joined you, shoulders knocking into each other. He didn’t say anything as you felt a single tear slide down your cheek.

Suddenly you slammed your hand into the laminate flooring. The smacking sound that accompanied it made Sam flinch.

“I hate her,” you slammed your hand again. “I hate her for dying.”

Sam got more comfortable, spread his legs out. “Your mom?”

You nodded your head. Memories of your mother were bombarding your mind. Good and bad, but mostly bad. Like the nights she’d come home drunk at 2 in the morning or the time she sold your bed frame to make rent that month.

You wished there were more times like when you’d all played monopoly, or being taken to the park on a Saturday morning because mom insisted it was too nice to stay inside.

Wished for more times when you loved her rather than resented her.

It didn’t matter much now, though. She was gone and left a shit storm behind for you and Sara to deal with alone. You’d resigned yourself to that a long time ago.

After a moment of silence Sam opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated.

“Just ask it.”

He blew out a breath.

“Your mom. Did she die because of…” he trailed off before gesturing to himself. ‘A monster’ was what he was trying to say. You gave a hard chuckle in response.

“Not even close,” you said with a shake of your head. “No, she died driving drunk and running right into a pole.”

Mom was a struggling recovering alcoholic. She would try so hard to stay sober, but never made it past a month or two. You remembered walking into the kitchen one night after she’d fallen off the wagon again. Saw her stare at the empty liquor bottle before bursting into tears.

I’m so sorry, baby. I’m not strong enough.

You looked to Sam again when he gripped your shoulder and gave him a grim smile.

“Why come back if you hate the place?”

“I had to see if it was still there, I guess.”

His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “It?”

“The light,” you replied softly. The good. The happy moments. You swiped at your now dry cheek. “And it is. Come on, I just remembered something. Then we can go.”

You hoisted yourself up and Sam followed you down the short hallway. You opened the creaky door to your’s and Sara’s old room. It was weird to see it so bare, but the walls were still blue and funnily enough the plain white sheet that acted as the partition to your closet was still there.

Walking over and pulling it back, you found what you were looking for with the natural light filtering in from the window.

Your hand brushed against the uneven surface of your name cut into the baseboard of the back closet wall. Right next to it, was Sara’s.

One boring night you two decided to immortalize yourselves and all you had that was sharp enough was your house key. It took forever with the dull edge, something you both groaned over after the fact. You had to have been fourteen at the time, making Sara seven.

And now it was going to be the second thing you had of your sister.

“Help me take this out.”

An hour later and you were back at the motel, Sam in tow and the pried piece of wood in your hand.

TAGS

Forever/Everything: @deangirl-samcurious-0124-0502 @katsanders

Dean: @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @dreamilysparklyenthusiast @nerdwholikesword @angelsandwinchesters @iwriteaboutdean

Til Death: @trexrambling @pokemaniac1 @quackerstheduck663057

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alwaysamusedao3 · 6 years

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Born of Ice, Raised with Fire: Memories

Hey. Uh.

It’s been about five years since I’ve touched this series, and I’ll be honest, I don’t remember a lot of the structure I built up for it. I probably couldn’t get back into writing this series if I tried. The synopsis of Memories is here.

Regardless.

About five years ago, I did start writing the last installment. It is incomplete, and the synopsis of the rest is in another post. But, because my readers are awesome, here are chapters 1 & 2 of Part Three: Memories.

In a frozen wasteland, a vertical line of light appeared in the air. Green light, to be exact. After a few moment, it extended horizontally, and became an oval instead, growing larger. A black-haired man stepped through, his foot sinking into the snow. Having not expected this, he yelped and fell forwards, hitting the ground with an “Oof!”

A woman stepped through next, and promptly yelped, falling on top of him. “Sorry, Loki! I'm sorry!” She said and scrambled off of him as he moaned, sitting up and wiping the snow off of his face, looking around.

“So,” the woman said. “Where are we?”

“Jotunheim,” Loki replied, standing up and brushing the fluffy snow off his clothes. He then helped her up and looked around, shivering.

“I thought we were going to Nidavellir,” she said, looking around as she tried to warm herself up.

“I changed my mind,” he shrugged, but he wore a wicked grin. “You were complaining of the cold too much.”

“Oh, ha ha,” she said, teeth chattering. “Is there a w-warming spell or someth-thing?”

“Wha- Oh! My apologies, Darcy,” he waved a hand at her and she sighed, warming up a bit. She tugged her hat over her ears and rearranged her scarf as Loki continued to look around. “This way, I think.,” he said, pointing.

“You think?” She said, raising an eyebrow, shouldering her backpack.

“I've only been here once before,” Loki said indignantly, beginning to trudge through the snow. Darcy followed, glad that he was in front of her.

“Shouldn't you, like, turn blue?” She asked. “They don't exactly like Asgardians, from what you've told me.”

“True,” Loki mused. “But... well...”

“Still don't like being blue?” She grinned. “Oh, c'mon, it's not bad, Smurf-face.”

“I resent that nickname,” Loki sighed and she laughed.

“Maybe you'll be less cold?” She offered. “Besides, it's a bit disrespectful.”

Loki huffed and finally shifted into his Jotnar form. “Happy?”

“Delighted,” she grinned, linking arms with him. “So where're we going?”

“The Temple,” Loki replied. “I'm not exactly sure where everything is, but it shouldn't be too hard to figure out. And Helbindi said I'd be welcome here any time, so I suppose I just have to find him.”

“Helbindi is you're brother?” Darcy asked.

“Sibling,” Loki corrected. “Or sosken.”

“Oh, right, duh,” she said. “Thanks.”

“That's okay,” Loki smiled. Darcy looked up at him.

“So do you like the whole gender-neutral stuff too?”

“What's it to you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. She shrugged.

“I was just wondering, since you’re genderfluid,” she said, then yelped as she nearly tripped. Loki stopped dead.

“What?”

“Genderfluid,” Darcy repeated, also stopping. “You know, sometimes a guy, sometimes a girl, sometimes kinda meh on the whole gender thing.” She shrugged. “It's a new-ish term, but it's getting to be considered pretty normal. At least, at home. I'm not sure about on Asgard.”

“I-” Loki blinked. “Genderfluid?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Fluid about your gender.”

Loki frowned and continued walking. Darcy walked behind him again, deciding that trudging through snow next to him wasn't worth it, especially since Loki was already creating a clear path.

“The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen...” Darcy sand under her breath and Loki groaned.

“Can you please stop singing that infernal song?” He asked.

“Wha-at?” She said, pretending to look offended. “It's a good song! And Idina Menzel is the best! I should totally make you listen to her as Elphaba in Wicked.”

Loki rolled his eyes and Darcy poked his shoulder. “So, are you genderfluid? 'Cuz you never answered the question.”

“It's none of your business, Darcy,” Loki said, not looking back at her.

“It's fine! Really, I don't care, I'm just curious,” Darcy huffed and said “Can you walk a little slower, please? I'm not really in shape!”

“Maybe,” Loki drawled. “If you answer a riddle.”

“Fine, fine,” Darcy grumbled.

“It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,/Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt./It lies behind stars and under hills,/And empty holes it fills./It comes out first and follows after,/Ends life, kills laughter,” Loki said menacingly. Darcy huffed out a laugh.

“It's the dark,” she replied. “It's, like, the second riddle in The Hobbit.”

“The what?” Loki looked back at her, frowning, and she sighed.

“Never mind. Now slow down!”

They continued along in silence. Well, mostly silence. Darcy was humming to herself, some tune that Loki didn't recognize, but was sure to be irritating with lyrics, so he didn't ask. Instead, he tuned her out and listened to the wind. It was almost silent around them, and the land wasn't as gray as it had been when he had first come with Thor. It seemed like so long ago, but in reality, he'd only been banished from Asgard three months ago. Since then, he'd gotten himself an apartment in New York, but still hung around Darcy and Jane's house. He hadn't seen Thor since turning his hair blue before leaving, which was on purpose.

It was nice to not have any responsibilities, Loki thought. It was also nice to have some time away from an idiot of an elder brother, and an overprotective mother. Odin was... Well, Loki had mostly made his peace with Odin.

Mostly.

He couldn't help but feel there was just a a little part of him that didn't trust Odin anymore. Just one little sliver of hurt that whispered, You betrayed me. Loki had tried to shake it off, however it kept coming back. He'd told Darcy about it one day, when he'd brought her to his apartment for tea and cookies. She had been sympathetic, and had told him it would go away with time, so Loki had mostly ignored it. After all, he wouldn't have any need to see Odin for ten years.

“Do you want a granola bar?” Darcy pulled Loki out of his sulking and he looked at her. She held one out while munching on the other.

“What is it?”

“Umm...” She looked at the wrapper. “Oats and choco-chip. It's good.”

Loki shrugged and accepted it. The texture was weird, but he could live with it. When he finished, she took the wrapper and shoved it into her backpack, taking out a water bottle instead.

“Is there another one?” Loki asked, nodding at the bottle.

“No, but you can share mine,” she said, offering it. Loki politely declined and she grinned. “What, afraid you'll catch girl cooties?”

“Catch- Sorry, what?” Loki frowned at her and she grinned.

“Oh, nothing. Flashback to elementary school here,” she said. She offered it again and said “You sure, Green eyes?”

Loki reluctantly took the water bottle, then handed it back, ignoring the smug look on her face. She put it back into her pack and shouldered it again.

After a few more minutes of waking, Loki suddenly stopped walking. Darcy walked into him and said “Hey! Loki!”

“We're being watched,” he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. Darcy stopped and looked around, then slung her pack off and pulled out her taser. Loki looked around and called “Who goes there?” There was silence.

Darcy suddenly let out a startled yelp as someone tanked her back. Loki whipped around, pulling out a knife, but stopped when he saw a small, pure white Jotun standing there, eyes a light violet. There was a light blue scarf wrapped around zir head, and ze pressed a knife to Darcy's throat.

“State your name and business,” the Jotun hissed. “Strangers are unwelcome here.”

Loki straightened and put his knife away, raising his hands. “I am Loki,” he said, slowly. “Formerly of Asgard. I've come to find my blood brother, Helbindi.”

“Farbauti's kin?” Ze narrowed zir eyes.

“Yes,” Loki said. Zir eyes looked over his face for a moment. Then, ze released Darcy, putting away the knife and taking a step back, bowing formally.

“My apologies, your Highness,” ze said. “I had to make sure. Who is this?” Ze looked at Darcy.

“Darcy. Lewis,” Darcy replied. “Of, uh, Midgard.”

The Jotun looked surprised. “A human?”

“My friend,” Loki said. “Who are you?”

“Of course, of course, my apologies,” the Jotun repeated, bowing again. Ze then straightened and smiled. “Zet Agnoda Svithakith, at your service.”

Agnoda. The name jiggled something in Loki's memory. He frowned and said “Thrym's child?”

Agnoda looked surprised, then smiled. “Yes, Thrym is my far.” Ze reached down and picked up the taser where Darcy had dropped it, handing it back to her. “I apologize for the fright, Zet Darcy.”

“Zet?” Darcy frowned.

“A formal term,” Loki explained. “Like, 'miss,' or 'mister.'”

“Ooh, I get it,” Darcy nodded. “Okay. I'll try not to mess up.”

Agnoda smiled at the exchange and said “The palace is not far from here. I will guide you.”

“Thank you,” Loki said, smiling. “We've been walking for some time.”

“I can imagine,” Agnoda replied, taking lead. Loki watched zir; ze had a quiver of arrows on zir back, and a bow on her shoulder, as well as several knives. Loki blinked.

“Why didn't you just shoot us?” He asked. Agnoda looked around and walked backwards.

“Because you're Jotnar,” ze replied. “And ze is not,” ze indicated Darcy.

“I'd prefer she and her pronouns, if you don't mind,” Darcy piped up.

“My apologies, ma'am,” Agnoda said, accepting it graciously. “To answer your question, I was curious. You are also ygmi, like I am, so you're bound to have magic of some sort.”

Loki nodded. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome.” Agnoda turned and walked straight again, silent. Before long, they reached what appeared to be a fortress. Darcy gave a low, impressed whistle, and Loki couldn't help but agree; it was made of gray stone and ice, and the walls were at least as tall as the ones in Asgard, if not taller. Darcy moved a bit closer towards Loki. It was an intimidating sight.

“Halt! Who goes there?” A voice called.

“Zet Agnoda,” Agnoda called.

“And those two?” The Jotun called.

“Prin Loki Farbautikith, and Miss Darcy Lewiskith,” Agnoda called back. “Will you allow is passage into the city?”

“Depends,” the voice came back. “What's the password?”

“You're a drittsekk, Yrgol,” Agnoda replied with a smirk and Yrgol began to laugh, opening the gates.

“Better watch your language, Ag,” ze said as they walked in. Agnoda ignored zim and ze bowed at Loki as he and Darcy passed.

Loki looked around as Agnoda led them through the passage, and Loki realized just how thick the wall was. They reached the other side and Darcy stopped in her tracks, eyes wide.

“Fucking hell,” she breathed and Agnoda gave her a grin, lowering the scarf from her head. The city was huge, Jotnar rushing around through the market. But what Loki hadn't anticipated were the colors.

They were everywhere. Yellows, and reds, and greens, and purples, and every color imaginable filled his vision and Darcy took off her glasses, wiping them on her shirt before putting them back on. Agnoda smiled and said “Welcome, your Highness, to the City of Edelstenr.”

Agnoda led them through the city, Loki taking hold of Darcy's hand so she wouldn't get lost. Jotnar were dressed in robes and shawls, and most wore jewelry somewhere on them, be it rings, or bracelets, or earrings. Some, like Agnoda had done before, had wrapped scarves around their heads. Children ran about in little more than loincloths sometimes, and Darcy “oooh'd” at some jewelry.

“Jane would love to analyze that stuff,” she whispered and Loki grinned. At least it was easier to spot Agnoda here; zir albinism made zim stand out in the crowd, unlike in the snow. People stopped to say hello to zim, and ze paused here and there to say hello back, then continued to lead Loki. Loki noticed, however, that Darcy and he attracted more than a fair amount of attention.

“They must think you two odd,” Agnoda explained when Darcy asked. “Prin Loki is clearly Jotnar, so they are confused as to why ze wears Asgardian clothes. With you, well...” She smiled. “Most would mistake you for Aesir, or Vanir, if not for your... unusual style of clothing.”

Darcy frowned and pushed her glasses up her nose. “How much farther?”

“Not far now,” Agnoda said. “We're almost- Ah! Hei! Hei! Thrym-far!”

Loki looked around to see Thrym standing by a vender, purchasing something. Ze looked around at his child's calls and grinned.

“Hei, kin.” Ze finished buying and put zir wares into a cloth bag around zir wrist. Ze them walked over and spotted Loki.

“And if it isn't Prince Loki,” ze said, looking him up and down. “You look well. Who's your friend?” Ze nodded at Darcy.

“This is Miss Darcy,” Loki said. “She's of Midgard.”

“Midgard?” Thrym's eyebrows raised. “Truly?” Ze bent slightly sp as to get a better look at her. Darcy grinned and waved a little.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hallo,” Thrym said, smiling and waving. His hands were massive compared to hers, but she didn't seem daunted by this. Thrym straightened and said “Would you mind if I walked with you for a short while?”

“Not at all,” Loki said, smiling.

“Far, I can take that, if you'd like to take Prin Loki the rest of the way,” Agnoda said, pointing to the bag.

“Thank you, Agga,” Thrym replied and handed it to zir. Ze smiled and ran off.

“So, you've met my Agnoda,” Thrym said as Loki, Darcy, and ze walked off again. “How do you like zim?”

“Ze's nice,” Loki replied. “Kind. Scared us a bit outside. We were lost, and ze helped us.”

“Ah,” Thrym nodded. “I assume ze held Miss Darcy hostage until you gave zir answered?”

Loki only nodded and smiled. Thrym laughed a little. “Good ung.”

Darcy only sighed a bit. “Are you guys talking about me?”

“Yes, why?” Loki frowned at her.

“Well, I can't understand a damn think any of you are saying, except the fact that I distinctly heard 'Miss Darcy' go by.”

Loki blinked at her for a moment before realizing that he and Thrym had started speaking Jotniri, and he had slipped out of Allspeak.

“Sorry, Darcy,” Loki said, smiling. “I forgot you don't have Allspeak. We're talking about Agnoda and how she captured you.”

“Oh,” Darcy nodded. “Okay. At least I didn't lose my taser.”

“Taser?” Thrym frowned and Darcy grinned.

“Yeah! It's... hold on...” She reached into her pack and pulled out the black box. “It shoots, um, lightning at people. And shocks them. Usually knocks 'em out. Put Thor into the hospital once, but he didn't have any godly powers at the time.” Darcy looked proud of herself.

“You rendered Thor unconscious?” Thrym looked amused. “I've fought Thor before. Are you sure it was him?”

“Yup,” Darcy said, nodding as she put the black box of doom into her coat pocket. “My dad gave it to me when I turned eighteen.”

Thrym nodded, but looked amused. “You're only eighteen?”

“What?” Darcy frowned. “Humans only live for, like, a century! At most! I think the oldest woman is, like, a hundred and fifteen.”

“Really? So short?”

“Well, how long do you guys live for?” Darcy asked, crossing her arms. Thrym smiled.

“Longer than Aesir do, but not by very long. They only live to about five-thousand years, or so. Jotnar live for about six-thousand, however the eldest is reaching their eleven-thousandth in a few centuries.”

“Cool,” Darcy said, grinning. “Hey, Loki, say hi to my great-great-great-grandkids, 'kay?”

Loki snorted. “We'll see.”

Darcy stuck her tongue out at him, then paused. “But wait, if Jotnar live until they're six-thousand, then... How old are you again?”

Loki sighed. “Darcy, does it really-”

“Yes,” she said, pulling out her phone and flipping to a calculator. “You said you were about a thousand-five-hundred, right?”

“He's one-thousand-four-hundred and eighty... three?” Thrym said, then frowned. “The war ended... Yes, eighty-three.”

Darcy looked at Loki, who sighed and said “Eighty-four. I just had a name-day.”

“Wait, what?” Darcy frowned at him. “It was your birthday and you didn't tell me?”

“Oh, yes,” Thrym said, nodding.

Darcy frowned, then put the numbers into a calculator. She then shrugged. “Eh,” she said. “What do you know? It only took about four years off. You're twenty now.” She grinned. “Thor's seven years older.”

“Can we just go by Aesir terms?” Loki sighed, rubbing his eyes.

“You're younger than I am,” she pointed out, giggling.

“On the contrary, my dear; I'm more than a thousand years older,” Loki said, grinning.

“You know what I mean, doofus,” she said, playfully thwacking his shoulder. A few minutes later, they reached the gates of the palace. Thrym got them in without too much trouble, and sent a guard to go tell Helbindi that they'd arrived.

The palace seemed to be made of ice, except precious stones and metals were placed into it, and there were carvings in the walls that had been colored. Loki and Darcy hung back, and Thrym slowed down once ze realized that they wanted to look around. It wasn't long before Loki realized they were being followed. He whipped around and caught two red eyes peeking out at him from behind a tapestry. The eyes widened, and their owner ducked back. Loki blinked and frowned.

“Thrym?” He asked.

“Yes, Loki?” Thrym replied, looking back.

“Who's that behind the tapestry there?” Loki nodded his head to indicate and Thrym looked over.

“Prin Byleist,” ze said after a moment. “Ze's young, and very curious, if not shy.”

Loki looked around and saw the eyes looking again. Thrym smiled a little and murmured “Ze is probably fascinated by you and your friend.”

Darcy heard and glanced over at the Jotnar Prince, grinning. “Hi, there! I'm Darcy,” she called and Loki could have groaned for her tactlessness.

Byleist hid back behind the tapestry and Darcy sat on the floor. “Well, don't be afraid,” she said. “I'm not very threatening.”

“She's right,” Loki called. “Unless, of course, you insult her taste in music.”

“My taste in music isn't that bad!” Darcy said, and went off to go follow Thrym again. Loki soon straightened as well and followed, glancing back to see Byleist peering out again. As soon as the child realized Loki saw zim, ze raised a hand and gave a cautious wave. Loki returned the wave, and the child gave him a tentative smile before running off. Grinning to himself, Loki turned to follow the sound of Darcy’s voice and Thrym’s deep laughter.

#Memories #Born of Ice Raised with Fire #Loki #Darcy Lewis #Marvel #fanfiction

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Entry 333

“James, can I show Dani the zoomies?” begged Kayla, bouncing on her feet as she stared at him hopefully. She had barely finished eating and was already full of energy.

“Later. Mila, remind Dani not to take apart the zoomies when she sees them.” ordered James, sounding every bit like a parent.

“Daddy!” exclaimed Dani indignantly. “I haven’t done anything like that for… days at least.” she insisted, giving the impression that she really was prone to dismantling things at whim.

“But does she know how to put things back together?” I curiously asked, finding that to be the more useful trick more often than not.

“Of course!” exclaimed Dani. “Everyone takes…” she started, hesitating before saying, “note of what they take apart.” She had obviously meant to say something else, but thought better of it.

“Dani will probably want to hang out in your lab off and on if you don’t mind.” stated James before I said any more. “I assure you that she will surprise you.”

“What about her hasn’t been surprising?” I teased, grinning at him. My best friend suddenly having a teenage daughter would be surprising enough if she didn’t appear to be of a different species. Though Dani was most certainly an attractive humanoid, I very much doubted that she was any more human than the fey, though she didn’t seem to be one of those either, given that she spoke instead of sending sensations directly into our brains. The little fairy still hadn’t tried catching James up on the two weeks of her life he missed. Having him know every last detail was extremely important to her. Meanwhile, my inner conspiracy theorist desperately wanted Dani to be some alien he discovered on his honeymoon.

As I thought, Dani had started singing. The song was beautiful and catchy, like some pop song, but I’d have to see if Mila would tell me anything about the language later. Most likely, she couldn’t. James obviously had reason to keep some things secret about his new daughter, and I trusted his reasons to be good, such as her being an alien that he was protecting.

“Dani, you might consider asking Mila to acquaint you with more music here when you get the time. You’ll probably like some of it.” suggested James, again sounding perfectly fatherly in tone and manner.

Dani grinned at him, saying, “I know I will. Mom and you sing beautifully. Aaliyah’s songs are a dream.”

“Or a nightmare.” teased Alma.

I couldn’t explain the sudden bond between him, Alma, and Dani. They were close. They acted like family members, despite James and Alma obviously being young still. At least, the two looked young. That didn’t necessarily mean anything with those two. My mind had some fun thoughts of them being stuck in a sort of time bubble on their honeymoon, where they spent years with Dani rather than hours. Alien technology could explain such a thing, but… I needed to ask Mila to do a great deal of math to guesstimate the effects of such a bubble on a world. There could be some very weird interactions on the bubble’s border, and why would such a bubble be traveling with the planet rather than causing chaos as the planet passed through it? Would the bubble be bound by Earth’s gravity? There was a great deal to look up for my conjectures.

“I quite liked what she was singing. What did it mean?” questioned Mrs. Somerset.

“Oh… umm… The title means… Something Wonderful Can Be Found, I think.” replied Dani with a too-cute look of consideration. “The song’s about finding surprises wherever you go.”

“Maybe you can teach it to me when we paint.” suggested Mrs. Somerset.

“I’d love to!” exclaimed Dani excitedly.

“Is there anything she can’t do?” I questioned, since singing, dancing—she had danced around during her character creation for Ancient Tribes of Earth while having Mila do the adjustments for her, learning languages, painting, cooking—she had made chef-like comments during the meal, and engineering had already been covered so far today.

“Control her excitement.” teased James, sounding perfectly sincere.

“Daddy!” exclaimed Dani, pouting at him.

“You know he’s just being honest.” added Alma affectionately.

Dani sighed and said, “I know.” Then, grinning once again, she told us “But there’s so much to see and try! And this little lady keeps showing me fantastic things!”

“Mom, I want to paint something now. Can I?” asked Dani hopefully as her large eyes took on a pleading expression that would surely claim millions in donations for any charity she decided to help.

“Of course. I think the others might be entertained by watching.” she replied. “Mila, is Dani’s studio prepared?”

“Yes, Alma. You know I don’t slack off.” insisted Mila with an air of defensiveness that had to be feigned. Mila loved to tease people.

“Sorry, Mila. Everyone who’s interested in seeing my daughter paint, please follow me.” stated Alma as she walked toward her old wing. “I assure all of you that you’re in for quite a treat.”

“Mom, you’ll make me blush.” complained Dani with a flirtatious grin.

I hugged my wives as we stood to follow, not wanting to have Ai and Mai accuse me of anything.

“What does blushing even look like with your skin tone?” inquired Emma, smiling mischievously. Glancing at James, who had turned to face her, she quickly said, “Er… sorry. I’ll behave.”

He turned back around and knowingly told her “Just like Dani will stay calm for an hour.”

“Daddy! Don’t em- umm… oh… wait… I know it! I really do.” insisted Dani, struggling to figure out the word she wanted..

“Oh, the suspense.” the wife on my left.

“Yes, it’s killing me.” claimed the other.

I kissed the head of the one on my left, knowing they’d both feel it. Then I said, “Don’t make Alma roast you for teasing her daughter.”

To my great surprise, Alma laughed and told me “I’m planning on leaving incinerations to Fridays now.”

My wives stiffened momentarily in my arms, leaning forward to stare at one another as they obviously had a conversation telepathically. They didn’t need to look, obviously, but they often did so specifically to let someone knowledgeable of them realize that they were secretly talking.

James was quick to reassure them, saying, “Don’t worry. She’s fine. My wife is simply happier than ever.”

“I really am.” agreed Alma.

“You certainly seem to be in good spirits. Ai and Mai must be wondering if you’re a different person entirely.” suggested Mr. Somerset.

“Are you claiming I was dismal company before I was married?” questioned Alma in what almost sounded like mock offense.

“Well… uh… no. I was just meaning…” he started.

Interrupting him, Alma said, “I’m only teasing. I was well aware that I could be more than a little moody at times.”

“But why, mom!?” questioned Dani as she hugged Alma from behind. “This place is fantastic!”

“I worried over too many things.” explained Alma, turning around long enough to pat her daughter’s head.

Our large group was impressively quiet for the last leg of our trip down the hall. I doubted anyone knew what to think of this new Alma. I certainly didn’t. The idea of her being an affectionate, caring mother with a child on the way was baffling. Even knowing that someone was pregnant within a couple weeks would be difficult to explain, and there were all sorts of things that could go wrong. Of course, James and Alma weren’t precisely human. Ai and Mai had talked with me a little on what their Slayer blood could potentially do when we had children, which pretty much translated to “knowing what to expect is impossible.” Alma had very strongly manifested fey blood on top of a much stronger Slayer heritage. Then there was James, an entirely unique being as far as anyone seemed to know.

I almost stumbled as I stepped into what had been Alma’s wing. The vibrance was in such complete contrast to the previous decor that I felt like I was taking in something entirely new. The pictures on the wall were as beautiful as they were surreal. Vibrant colors depicted planets and creatures I had never seen. There was even one of James, Alma, and Dani already on the wall. Given the incredibly life-like nature of the paintings, despite the color choices, Dani being slightly shorter compared with her parents added to my temporal manipulation speculation. I didn’t have any other good explanation, finding the idea of accelerated growth over a two week period to be even less likely then some sort of temporal magic or machine.

I wanted to go further down the hall to see more of the paintings, but my wives pulled me along with the crowd, proper manners being something they demanded. Dani was literally dancing as she looked around the room. Numerous paint cans jumped into the air, their lids popping off to stay behind. Before even reaching Dani, streams of paint jumped from the canisters, seeming to match the uplifting sound she sang. I couldn’t follow the lyrics, but there was a very obvious energy to the melody, so much so that I suspected the song itself was magic.

Watching the paint in the air move to her rhythm was mesmerizing, and much safer than watching Dani herself. Something about her movements seemed a bit… erotic, and her outfit was definitely suggestive, so much so that I was amazed she was allowed into this house while wearing it. Even if my wives wouldn’t kill me for watching, I didn’t want to give James or Alma the wrong idea either. I had no doubt that most guys, and maybe even most girls, would get a little distracted when she was around. Besides, her painting really was worth witnessing. Without missing a beat, the undulating paints would touch precise parts of the canvas, giving every person being painted slightly more depth with their passing.

Ignoring the mastery the girl had with magic and paint, she also seemed to have picked up a little about our personalities already. James had mentioned that she could sense our emotions, but she had to be fairly perceptive to get so much out of the meanings. The painting displayed a very large version of Dani with her arms outstretched. Her parents and grandparents were closest to her face, with James and Alma looking at her lovingly. Mr. and Mrs. Somerset seemed uncertain of her. Emma was flirtatiously kissing an arm, Kayla was showing off, and Jemal was looking worriedly at his sister. Marco seemed perfectly happy with food balanced on his arms and head. Portentia was acting her part as a jailor to an annoyed Maxine. Cosette was observing everyone, and Brenna didn’t seem to know what to make of all this. My wives were looking like they were ready to cause some mischief, and I was portrayed as the one holding them back. Even Aaliyah appeared in the painting, sitting on Dani’s head while laughing.

“James, dear… this… this is incredible.” murmured Mrs. Somerset, sounding every bit as awed as I felt and the others looked.

The paints suddenly dove back into their respective containers as Dani stopped singing. “You should paint with me. Please!” she begged, staring at Mrs. Somerset.

The poor woman—a brilliant painter in her own right—was looking quite out of her depth, and who could blame her after such a display! I felt as if hardly any time had passed, and Dani already had considerable detail in all of our portraits. Nevertheless, Mrs. Somerset bravely agreed to join her and started working at a very human pace in comparison to the mysterious new addition to the Somerset family.

#Best Friend For Hire Reprise #Best #Friend #For #Hire #Reprise #Jovial Times #Jovial #Times #Fantasy #Fiction #Story

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fernwehbookworm · 5 years

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Woke The F*ck Up- Chapter 25

April 30th, 2018

Kara woke to an empty bed and a pounding head and throbbing body. It took a moment for Kara to think through the cloud in her mind. She remembered walking hand and hand with Lena back to Alex who raised an eyebrow but didn’t say a word. Alex drove them back the Gym and Lena didn’t let Kara out of her sight. Lena curled up behind Kara and held her tightly, whispering how relieved she was that Kara was safe until Kara fell asleep. Now Lena was gone, nowhere to be found. Kara checked the time, it was almost noon and she should have been in the gym hours ago.

Kara groans and rolls out of bed to see what damage has been done to her body. She goes to the full-length mirror in the bathroom. Half her face is swollen and bruised, both sets of ribs were so purple they were almost black. The only color difference in all the splotching were the cuts on Kara’s face that were an angry red. Kara picks up her phone and dialed the number for the front desk.

“Power House Gym. This is Haley, how may I help you?”

“Hey-” Kara clears her throat in an attempt to speak through the hoarseness. “Hey, Haley. It’s Kara. I guess you guys have figured out I’m not going to make it in today. I’m sorry, I’m just feeling… a little under the weather.”

“Yes Coach K. Adam already came in. Everything is fine. We all hope you feel better.” Haley says seriously. It was a weird way to put it but Kara just let it go.

“Thanks, Haley. I’ll be in tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry. Winn already popped in and redid the schedule and called everyone. He said you may be out a couple of days. But um… there was a delivery. Some flowers were sent to you. We have them here at the front desk.” That perks Kara up.

“Really? Who from?”

“Umm… doesn't say. The card says ‘Let’s start over where it began. 3 o’clock. L.’”

Kara laughs softly and now knows where Lena is, or where she will be.

“Thanks, Haley. I’ll pick them up later.”

“Welcome Coach K. Feel better.”

“Bye!”

Kara hangs up and takes another good look in the mirror and sighs. This was going to take a lot of makeup to cover up. And a lot of time. Kara covers up her bruised and bandaged arm with a plaid button-down and jeans to cover her legs. She can only manage to cover up the worst parts of her face but it still looks very swollen with her left eye only half open. With a sigh, she realizes that she won’t be able to put in her contacts and settles for her glasses. Fitting, she guesses, since she has hardly worn them since the first time she met Lena at Noonan’s. No need for glasses when she had Winn’s vision enhancing contacts. They weren’t much but they made seeing far distances a little easier and in an uncertain light.

“Guess that’s as good as it’s going to get.” Kara sighs again before going to her bedside table to grab her well worn favorite paperback book before her wallet, keys, and jacket. She checks her watch, she still had half an hour but she knew Lena would be there already, waiting. Kara smiles at the thought and buts her book in the bike’s storage before grabbing her helmet. It’s a quick trip but Kara still parks a block away, wanting to sneak in and grab her drink first. Kara can’t help the giddy feeling she feels at seeing Lena sitting out front of the Cafe. She is wearing grey joggers (Kara’s) and a blue sweatshirt (also Kara’s). Her hair is up in a messy bun, exposing her long neck and sharp jar. Her thick black glasses are perched on her nose and she chews on the end of a pen, a bad habit Kara has teased her for as many times as Kara has sat and watched her do it as she works through different lyrics and stanzas of her songs. Lena’s back is to Kara but she is turned to prop one foot on the seat, giving Kara a good view of her profile. It’s almost Dejavu. Only the first time Kara had seen her was from the inside, from her own table. But as soon as Kara saw her, she gave up her table to a mother and daughter trying to sit in the morning rush. Kara slips in the front door without Lena seeing and gets her coffee fairly quickly. It’s not as busy as their first time but still has a bustling afternoon crowd. Kara takes a deep breath and opens the door, book clutched in one hand, coffee in the other.

“Hi, Do you think I could sit here? All the tables are taken up and I felt like reading my book at my favorite cafe today.”

Lena fights a smile, false brown eyes meeting Kara’s blue before looking around at the sparsely populated outside tables. The afternoon was still cool, warmer than usual for this time of year but long sleeves and hot coffee were a must. The sun was bright though and not a cloud in the sky. Only three others were braving the patio today.

“You can sit, as long as you stop talking.” Lena quirks an eyebrow and Kara grins.

Kara sits, glad she understood Lena’s message. They were starting from the beginning, but they were going to do it right this time. Kara settles into the chair and sips her coffee before opening her book, only quickly glancing at Lena’s notebook, filled with neat cursive and messy music bars. After a few minutes, Kara pulls out her headphones and hits play on the album. Lena’s first album. Right on cue, Lena taps in front of Kara and Kara takes a headphone out.

“Lena Luthor?”

“Yes, my sister’s a big fan. She insists that I become one before she tours again.”

“You don’t look like the typical fan.”

“Oh, and what do I look like then?”

“Like a ray of sunshine gave birth to a golden retriever puppy.” Lena tucks a stray hair behind her ear.

“Well, I’m not. Just trying to please my sister.”

“What do you think then, as a ‘not’ fan.”

“Well, I think she’s talented. Definitely has a varying sound to each song so that they don’t all sound the same”

“But?”

“But, it's kind of depressing. I mean, when I really start listening to the lyrics I just really want to give her a hug and tell her… well, I don’t know really but she sounds like she needs someone who will be there for her.”

“Maybe she does have people to be there for her,” Lena gives Kara a pointed look. “Besides, maybe she just uses her music to work through things.”

“Yeah, I think she does.” Kara’s eyes soften and her hand twitches with want to take Lena’s in hers. Lena clears her throat and shifts.

“What do you listen to then? Probably some top one hundred pop star, maybe a boyband?”

“Well depends on the playlist. Definitely much happier music and NSYNC will always be my go to.” The blonde says, still unashamed.

“Oh no. Now you have to leave my table. This is a Backstreet Boys table.” They both laugh heartily at the old argument.

“How about I say I’m willing to convert if I get your name and phone number.” Kara tries, not sure how far they are taking this little game. Lena bites her lip, not sure how far she wants to take it either.

“I don’t date. My job causes me to travel a lot.”

“I have a pretty demanding job too. Odd hours and the like. But maybe you could take a chance, just one chance, and who knows, you could find the love of your life.” Kara leans back, feeling slightly cocky knowing the results of this game will still be positive for her. Lena leans forward and the corner of her mouth quirks.

“Is that so? Now I’m intrigued. All right. One date. You better impress me Miss NSYNC.” Lena smiles and turns to a new page, scrawling on it before tearing it out and handing it over.

“Its Miss Danvers. Kara Danvers. I will call you tonight then,” Kara glances at the paper to keep up their game. “Miss Colby.”

“See to it you do. I don’t stay in one place very long.” Lena gathers her things and stands, in a few swift steps she’s opening a car door. Kara sees Sam in the driver’s seat, Sam waves and smiles because even though they were starting over, they couldn’t really. But Kara thought that was fine. Even though she wishes it happened differently, Kara wouldn’t wish away the growth they had both gone through in their time apart. Lena gives a wink and a wave through the window before Sam pulls away. Kara sighs, smiles, and pockets the number, even though she already has it. She tosses her empty coffee cup and heads back to the base to start planning the date.

May 1, 2018

Lena stepped out of the limo that Kara had sent to pick her up. Kara had called last night and told her to dress in her best, Lena took her seriously. Her green, shimmering gown caught the lights under the awning as she stepped on to the red carpet leading from the street to the building. Ropes and security separated the entrance from the public lining the street and the media with flashing cameras. Lena was nervous when she saw where the driver was stopping but she trusted Kara. They were doing this right this time. Lena stands tall and pulls her shawl tight around her shoulders against the spring chill as cameras click and reporters call out to ask who she is here with. Some call out questions about the trial but Lena ignores them all, just giving a few soft smiles before the door is opened for her into the entrance hall.

It takes a moment for Lena to recognize Kara, even though Kara is the only one inside the hall. She looks up at the sound of the door opening and the clamor from outside. The first thing Lena notices is the hair cut. Her long blonde locks were gone, but Lena was not going to complain. Kara meets Lena’s eyes and smirked at her dropped jaw. Kara stands with one hand in the pocket of her midnight blue, three-piece suit. It looked perfectly tailored to fit her and suddenly Lena felt very hot.

“Good Evening, Miss Colby. You seem rather comfortable out there. It makes me wonder what you do for a living.” Kara approaches Lena and offers her arm. Escorting her to the elevator, which seemed to be the only purpose for the marble entrance hall.

“And those eyes, I don’t believe they were green when we met.” Kara teases.

“Well Miss Danvers, I believe you had longer hair when we first met.”

“Touche,” Kara presses the elevator button and it opens immediately for the pair. Kara leans against the back wall and runs her free hand through the longer top. “I needed a change. A new start.”

“It suits you. Very Captain Marvel. Very gay.” Lena runs her fingers through it also and Kara meets her eyes.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” Kara says seriously. The words sending a shiver through Lena. This was going to be a long night. The door dinged open to a beautiful rooftop patio. The patrons were sparse and, from what Lena could see, famous on some level.

“Welcome to Level Up, Miss Colby. The newest A-List Restaurant in National City.” Kara gestures.

“Miss Danvers, your table is this way.” A young hostess says, recognizing them both on sight and leading them to the edge of the roof, a table looking out over the cityscape with a gas fire pit nearby to keep away the chill of the night.

“This is very unexpected Miss Danvers. It raises a lot of questions, also.” Lena says as Kara pushes in her chair for her. Lena watches as Kara takes a seat, unbuttoning her jacket with swift and nimble fingers as she does so.

“Well, I have been wanting an excuse to come here since it opened a few months ago. All the tips go to different charities each night, as well as twenty percent of that night's profit. They are very exclusive also so the profit is usually a pretty penny.”

“Miss Danvers, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you were trying to impress me.”

“Am I not succeeding?” Kara asks from behind her menu.

“To be determined. I’m curious though, why is the menu is so small?”

“It changes every few nights. The owner works with local farmers and greenhouses as much as possible so it changes depending on what’s available. Never plan on getting the same thing twice here.”

“You seem to know a lot about this place for never having been.” It’s Lena’s turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Well, the chef and owner just so happen to be a long-standing member at the gym. She was one of my first members and I cosigned her loan to get the rooftop space and the floor below for the less seasonable nights. Casey has a very bright future in front of her.”

“Gym?” Lena plays dumb, Kara chuckles and shakes her head.

“I’m getting there.”

“Would you two like anything to drink?” The waitress asks.

“A club soda for me,” Kara says.

“Just water for me,” Lena says and Kara raises an eyebrow. “I think I want to keep a clear head tonight,” she explains.

“And…” Kara reads the girl's name tag, “Katie, please just tell Casey that I’m here and we will eat whatever she recommends.”

“Yes, Miss Danvers.” the waitress leaves them. Lena settles back in her chair to enjoy the view below them.

“So, now I’m curious as to what you do for a living to put on such an impressive show for me.”

“Well Miss Colby I take it you might not run in the same circles I do. I used to be a rather popular MMA fighter. Now I run a very popular gym that is expanding to a second location in Metropolis. And if our projections are right, we can have three more in the next three years, making it an official franchise.” Kara sips her drink and Lena delights in the success of her business.

“Well, that is fascinating. But you said you worked odd hours, those seem like very regular hours to me.”

“Ah, yes. That would be my second job.”

“An owner of a gym needs a second job?”

“This one is more voluntary.”

“Oh Really?”

“Nope, if you want more, then I need more too. Tit for Tat.”

“I’m sure you want my tits.” Lena teases and laughs when it causes Kara to look down at her chest and briefly and blush. Lena had worn a low cut dress for a reason. Lena clears her throat.

“Well, I am currently semi-unemployed. I’m kind of taking a break from my job as I re-evaluate a few things.”

“Well, that reaction out front certainly was not for an unemployed person. So, Miss Colby, who are you?”

“Well Miss Danvers, to start with, that isn’t my name. At least not anymore. I was adopted when I was four and My name was changed to Lena. Luthor.” Lena waits to see Kara’s pretend reaction to her reveal. Kara just grins.

“Ah, that explains a lot. Well Miss Luthor, I… Oh, Casey. You didn’t have to bring the food out personally.” Kara gets sidetracked as a brunette woman in a black chefs coat approaches with two plates of food.

“And not see my favorite customer? Of course, I had to. Nice haircut Coach K. Miss Luthor, I am a big fan. I’m glad Coach K brought you here.”

“How can I be your favorite if I’ve never come before?”

“Even though I’ve been asking you to since day one. So it just takes a pretty girl that you need to impress.” Casey sets down the plates.

“I brought you two of my choice favorites. Miss Luthor, these are steamed carrots dressed in a house made tahini dressing. Miss Danvers, this is Carmel- Lacquered Pork Belly with quick pickled honeydew melon. Almost all the ingredients come from farms and greenhouses within thirty minutes of National City. Enjoy. I’ll be back out with the entree's in about fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you, Casey!” Kara says cheerfully

The couple dig in and Kara slows halfway through to exchange plates with Lena so she could try the pork also. Kara tried to ignore the nearly pornographic moans that Lena was making as she tried the food. It was all delicious but Kara just knew Lena was overselling it.

“So, you were adopted. So was I. My adoptive dad was the reason I got into MMA. But at the height of my career, he was killed by a drunk driver, and I was seriously injured so I left that career behind. Took a while, but then I became a personal trainer while doing my art on the side. Along with my volunteer job. I met a great girl but I made a mistake with my priorities and I lost her. Now I’m here on a date with a beautiful woman and I don’t want to make that mistake again.”

“Do I get to learn what this ‘volunteer’ job is?” Lena gestures with a piece of pork on her fork and Kara leans forward to snatch it off, make them both laugh.

“Yes, but I think I want to show you rather than tell you.”

“All right. And what about this ‘art’? Would I know it?” Lena asks, before Kara can respond Casey clears her throat.

“Just dropping off your entrees. Slow cooked, grass-fed prime rib with garlic butter and grilled asparagus. Also, we have fresh pasta with grilled eggplant, smokey tomato sauce, and basil walnut pistou. Enjoy, please let Katie know if you would like dessert as well.”

“Thank You, Casey! The appetizers were amazing.”

“Thank you, Coach K., I hope to see you here more often.”

“I would like to be here more too. Goodnight, Chef.”

“Have a good evening,” Casey says with a wink before leaving, Lena fights an involuntary blush.

“So your art,” Lena spears a slice of eggplant and pops it in her mouth “would I know it?” Lena savors the richness of the sauce and lets out a small moan. It was fun watching Kara squirm at the noises she made, but it was that good.

“You might. The piece that helped me build my gym was the one I sold to CatCo magazine.”

“Oh, the Power Girl cover? That was an amazing work of art.” Lena already knew but she never had really congratulated Kara on it. Kara blushes.

“Yeah, that one. I still get some royalties from it which is nice. And that cover and Ms. Grant’s connections have sold a lot of my other pieces. I’ve been a little busy lately so I haven't done much as I would like.”

“With your other job?”

“Not as much. Mostly with expanding The Power House, my gym. Soon though, I hope to have a network of staff that I trust to run the major things. Then maybe take a step back from everything and relax.”

Lena nods as she takes that in. “Tell me about the expansion.”

“Well, I’m starting with my first gym. We are renovating the floors above it into apartments. I’m working on special licensing for asylum for displaced youths. Give them somewhere to live while they file for emancipation. Help them get jobs to prove they can support themselves. I’m trying to keep rents as low as I can, especially if they work shifts at the gym. I hope to do some real good for those kids.” Kara looks wistfully out over the city.

Lena reaches out and rests her hand on Kara’s. It takes a moment for Kara to refocus on her. When she does, her eyes glisten and Kara gives her a soft smile, then clears her throat.

“Anyway, want to trade?”

“No, I prefer my meat when it’s done moo-ing. I’ll stick with the pasta.”

“Suit yourself. A proper prime rib just melts in your mouth. And this is a proper prime rib.” Kara returns to eating with a gusto that Lena had found herself missing over the past several months.

Lena spears another pasta. They fall into an easy silence after that until the plates are empty.

“Dessert?” Kara asks, Lena just shakes her head. Kara pulls out a money clip and leaves a couple of hundreds on the table before moving behind Lena and pulling out her chair as well, helping Lena drape her gold shawl over her shoulders.

“Are you ready for this?” Kara slips her fingers into Lena’s and squeezes. Lena understands, is she ready for the pictures; and the questions; and for them to be, well, them. Lena takes a deep breath.

“Yes.”

“Okay. Here we go.” Kara escorts Lena back to the elevator, with a small nod to their waitress.

The flashes and shouting increase ten fold to when Lena entered the building. Kara strikes a casual pose with an arm around Lena’s waist and a hand in her pocket. She exudes a confidence that has Lena practically melting. Or dripping.

After a few minutes, Kara opens the Limo door for Lena and helps her in before rounding to the other side and climbing in.

“Well, I expect a call from Cat Grant in…” Kara’s phone vibrates, “Now.” Lena motions for her to answer.

“Ms. Grant, what do I owe the pleasure.”

“After everything I’ve done, I don’t get the inside scoop on this?”

“What do you mean?” Silence, Kara can practically feel Cat’s glare through the phone.

“All right. All right. We will make it up to you. An exclusive.”

“Tomorrow.”

“In one month.”

“One week.”

“Two.” Cat sighs at Kara’s persistence.

“Fine. Two, but only because by then the rumors will be enormous.”

“I’ll call and make an appointment tomorrow. Good Night, Ms. Grant.”

“Good night, Miss Danvers.” Kara hangs up and turns to Lena.

“Very presumptuous of you, Miss Danvers. That there is an exclusive to give.”

“Let’s just say I’m very confident, and hopeful. I told you don’t want to make the same mistakes this time. So now I’ll show you my other job.”

Lena settles against the leather seat and looks out the window, a smile ghosting her lips. One hand reaches out to Kara and Kara takes it. Kara smiles at the warmth that she had missed for so long. Kara wondered how long they would play this game but she was happy for the chance to do it right. The driver drops them off outside the gym. Scaffolding covers most of the outside and expands higher than what Lena remembers. Only the sign and door are visible.

“I thought you were showing me your other job? You already told me about The Power House.” Lena asks as Kara helps her out of the car.

“Ah, but things are not always what they seem.”

There is one employee at the desk and one woman at an elliptical. It was almost eleven now.

The girl at the desk grins at Kara but gives Lena a strange look, it takes a moment to decipher the jealousy behind the fake smile.

Kara just gives the girl a nod before heading to her office. Lena smirks as Kara tugs her hand. The girl turns to a full-on glare as she watches the couple go. Seems Kara has an employee who has a crush on her. Possibly more as she sees a man with a vacuum and a Power House shirt watch them enter her office with a small glare also. Kara shuts the door behind Lena and locks it much the same way as she did the first time she showed Lena this. Kara opens the bookcase and leads Lena down the dark stairway, hand and hand.

When Kara hits the lights at the bottom, it brings everything into view. Shiny chrome surrounds the central command center and Winn’s chair sits empty. Every piece of equipment is in its place. Everything is clean and… distinctly unused. At least recently.

“Welcome to the Power Cave, as my right hand has taken to calling it recently. This is my second job.”

“And what specifically is that?” Lena asks.

Kara’s lip quirks and flicks one more light switch. A hiss of air and the wall opposite the stairs opens up, revealing Kara’s Power Girl costume on a metallic dummy. Lights on the inside turn on and display the suit clearly.

“I am Power Girl.”

Lena walks over to the plexiglass and places a hand on it. It all seemed so harmless. But this identity nearly destroyed them. It wouldn’t this time. Lena was sure. There were no more secrets. She feels Kara hovering close behind her, waiting.

“Are we done now?” Kara asks softly.

Lena turns and smiles. “Yes.”

“Good. I’m going to kiss you now.” Kara steps into Lena’s space, but she waits a moment for Lena to nod slightly.

Kara surges forward and meets her soft lips. Lena’s knees grow weak and she leans against the plexiglass of the case and Kara leans into her, pressing their bodies together. Kara’s tongue swipes against Lena’s lips and she opens them to let Kara in. Hands begin to roam and Lena manages to unbutton Kara’s waistcoat and untuck her shirt. Kara’s hands grip her ass and pull Lena closer. They both know where this is leading and neither of them are willing to stop it. Lena pulls up for air and Kara attaches her lips to Lena’s neck.

“Bed?” Lena gasps out. Kara pulls back and groans.

“It’s not down here anymore.”

“Umm, what?”

“Winn and I added three more floors and turned the top floor into dual suits. I’m already living up there, Winn moves in at the end of the month to the other one.”

“Kara…” Lena whines, slightly grinding against Kara’s thigh where it pressed into her. Kara grins.

“There is a quick way up, and we both might fit. You’ll just have to be very close.”

“Not a problem.” Lena nods down at their bodies, practically glued together.

Kara laughs and pulls Lena to the space where her bed used to be. The kitchen was still there, along with the couch and television, but it was definitely more of a hang out space than a home now. Kara places her hand on a panel and a green light scans it. The wall slides open into a small room, barely big enough for the two to squeeze into. Kara hits a button and the door slides shut. Lena squeaks and presses tighter into Kara’s chest as the floor jerks and the elevator rises. She feels Kara chuckle.

“Sorry, it’s small. Winn built it for only one person to hide it in the blueprints. I think technically this is an air shaft…” Kara trails off as Lena kisses her neck.

Lena works lower as she fumbles with the buttons of Kara’s shirt in the tight space but she gets the bottom buttons undone and slides her hands under the tight fabric. Lena feels Kara swallow hard as she runs her tongue up her neck.

“Oh god…” The elevator is too tight for Kara to reciprocate but luckily the trip is short from the basement to the fifth floor.

The door opens and Kara rushes Lena out and to the door on the right. Kara curses as she drops her keys in the rush to get Lena inside. Lena just laughs and casually takes her heels off while she waits. Kara succeeds the second time and grabs Lena’s free hand. Lena drops her shoes just inside the door while Kara presses her into it as soon as its closed. Kara’s lips are hot and wanting, her hands reach behind Lena and pull her thighs up. Lena complies and wraps her legs around Kara’s waist. Kara pulls away and begins walking Lena through the open space. Lena is too involved in kissing the woman to pay attention to what her new home looked like. Kara manages to unzip Lena’s dress while she walks and Lena shrugs it off her shoulders. Kara groans when she realizes that Lena wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I wore a matching set,” Lena whispers in her ear, Kara stumbles in her rush to set Lena on the bed.

“Miss Luthor, were you planning on this?” Kara unbuttons her shirt as she watches Lena on the bed. Lena sits up on her elbows and pulls her knees up to center herself on the mattress. Kara catches a glimpse that tells her Lena was wearing a matching set.

Kara shrugs out of her shirt and shimmies her pants off while kicking off the dress shoes. She knows she should be more careful with the custom suit but she was in too much of a rush. When Kara is standing in her underwear, she grabs the hem of Lena’s dress and tugs. Lena lifts her hips and Kara has to tug a bit to get the dress of their beautiful curves. But then Lena is bare in front of her for the first time in forever.

“Enjoying the view?” Lena asks, Kara smiles.

“Yes. A view I’ve missed very much.”

“Well don’t just stare all night, or I may have to take care of myself.” Lena opens her legs wider. Kara sees a slight glistening between her legs in the moonlight coming through the window. Kara swallows and debates maybe letting Lena do just that.

“Kara?”

Kara snaps out of her thoughts and crawls between Lena’s legs and leans over her. Maybe another night. In the future that they will have together. Kara kisses Lena much more softly than before. Trying to convey how much she missed this. Lena does the same. Then Kara kisses down Lena’s neck, sucking on the spot she remembers driving Lena crazy. Suddenly it was like no time had passed because Kara knew how to wind Lena up and keep her there with very little effort. So Kara did. She rolled a nipple between two fingers and when she was done sucking on Lena’s neck she moved her mouth to the other nipple. Lena was gasping for breath in no time and rubbing her core against Kara’s stomach.

Kara reaches between them and runs her fingers over Lena’s smooth mound before slipping into the warmth. Lena shivers under Kara at the touch. “Fuck, Lee. So wet.”

“Kara, ugh, it’s been so long. I’m… so close.”

Kara bites the inside of Lena’s breast softly as she slides two fingers into Lena’s eager cunt. One thumb keeps steady pressure on her clit as Kara begins to thrust in and out. Kara begins to suck a hickey into Lena’s breast when Lena pulls her back up for a kiss. Then Lena just presses her forehead into Kara’s and gasps. When the moans start to escape, Kara can tell she’s close but Lena is trying to hold on to make it last.

“Relax Lee. We have all night. Cum for me.” Kara whispers. A few more strokes and Lena cries out, “Kara!” Lena shudders beneath her as the orgasm tears through her. Kara stops her thrusting as Lena relaxes and pulls away.

“Well good thing we didn’t get into the bed, you soaked my comforter.” Kara teases as she pulls her knee from a very damp spot between Lena’s legs and lays beside her. Lena laughs and covers her eyes with her hand.

“I’ve been wet since I saw you in that suit. And that hair cut. God, Kara. I swear you are trying to kill me.”

“So you like the haircut?” Kara runs her fingers through the tousled mess. Lena rolls onto her chest, slipping a leg between Kara’s.

“Very much.”

“Good, I was worried about it. It’s a big change.”

“Well, we could use some change. But right now I’m enjoying this new bed of yours, Very roomy. King?”

Kara grins. “Yeah. Turns out a full-size bed doesn't quite fit the open floor plan. And king size beds are more… fun” Kara raises an eyebrow.

“I was promised all night.” Lena raises her own eyebrow.

“And many more.”

“Good. Now, your turn.” Lena’s fingers creep into Kara’s underwear.

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #Vigilante #Singer #AU #fanfiction #WTFU

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Holy mother of- alright, I did this to myself. Answers are below the cut!

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More cereal! I’m hella lactose intolerant so I rarely even have milk.

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Sometimes, it depends if I was already too cold or not.

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? Usually I use drawings or a bit of cardboard.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? I take my tea with a little honey and my coffee with lots of flavored creamer.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? VERY MUCH YES

6: do you keep plants? Cacti mostly:)

7: do you name your plants? YEP

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Pencil or acrylic, though I’m digging clay now.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? I spend almost every hour of every day singing, it’s one of my absolute favorite things!

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? back or side depending on how my jaw is doing.

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? OH GoD, so many...

12: what's your favorite planet? Mars >3

13: what's something that made you smile today? I got to spend all day with my pupper AND I got called for an interview tomorrow.

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Brick walls, lots of floor space for art, ect. a window seat, high ceilings and a cozy atmosphere please and thank you.

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! 99% of our solar systems mass is the sun. :3

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? Baked Penne!

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? It’s already blue but I wanna do it red, orange and yellow at some point for a crazy fire look.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. The time I jumped off the lid to my friends hot tub and hit my head, knocking myself unconscious and almost dying.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? Kinda, it’s mostly art and random facts??

20: what's your favorite eye color? Blue

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. My art bag that looks like a freaking paint towel at this point.

22: are you a morning person? Ye!

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Write, draw, take a bath and bake.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Yes, my bestfren Chloe -w-

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? An abandoned house down the block while chasing a cat. There was some guy sleeping in there.

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? My red Converse!

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Wintergreen

28: sunrise or sunset? Sunset, for sure.

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? She blushes in her ears and gets really shy around guys.

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? Umm, yes. When my mom had emergency surgery.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. OKAY, I LIKE SOCKS, I WEAR EM ALL THE TIME AND THEY NEVER MATCH. BOOM.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. I went to down my iced tea and found out too late that it was my dads whiskey and I got drunk off my ass.

33: what's your fave pastry? oooh, I love pastries with all my heart, probably lemon bars.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? It’s in my room somewhere, a little weasel puppet named “wonder weasel” and I made him a mask.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? Yes, I keep at least one on me at all times.

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? Panic!

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? I reaaaaally like it clean but it never happens. I’m a pig.

38: tell us about your pet peeves! I hate when people never show up on time, ignore me when I’m talking to check their phones and I hate when people pretend to like me.

39: what color do you wear the most? Black

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? It’s a bumble bee necklace my sister got me and I love it.

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? The book thief.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! It’s a local place here and they make really pretty pastries and coffee, it’s very modern inside but it’s cozy and everyone’s super nice. It smells like autumn leaves and spices.

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? myself???

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Last week in a bath tbh

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? Yes and no? It kinda depends but I usually second guess myself.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. I changed my ipods name to titanic. It’s syncing now. (I hate myself)

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? LETTUCE

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Burning alive, and it kinda is kinda isn’t still.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I like to but I never have money, the last one was a panic! at the disco cd.

50: what's an odd thing you collect? Fish????? I have five tanks in my room ok????

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Can’t help falling in love with you and phantom of the opera (my gf) IM CHEESEY

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? THEY ALL SUCK

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? I’ve seen all but pulp fiction and I adore them all, beetlejuice is one of my favorite movies.

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? Besides myself idk

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? I don’t even know honestly.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Their sense of humor, laugh and comfortableness.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? Doesn’t it always?!

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? My friend hates wine but is totally the wine mom, sooo that makes me the vodka aunt bc I only have one friend.

59: what's your favorite myth? Icarus

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? YES! I love the raven, tyger and the tell tale heart??

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? Socks for received I guess? Probably the dumbest thing I’ve given was a dirty shirt to my friend????

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Almost always, grape or orange usually.

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? I’m really particular about them and I don’t let anyone touch em.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Ink black.

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? My gf..; ;

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Seashells, blue flowers and tiny pink ones, probably a lil glitter.

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? They feel relaxing to me.

68: what's winter like where you live? ITS LIKE A NEVER ENDING HELLL

69: what are your favorite board games? Fury of Dracula, d&d, ect.

70: have you ever used a ouija board? Yep! I own one.

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? cranberry??

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? YES. My ADHD is scary bad ok.

73: what are some of your worst habits? Not eating healthily/not drinking enough, secluding myself.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Humorous, kind and caring and wonderful and supporting. The most fantastic person to live.

75: tell us about your pets! OK!!!!!! I have three cats, a tabby (ponyo), a massive grey one(rory) and a smol floofy white and black one(lydia). I have four betta fish, Lafayette, Remus, Pietro, and Marvel. I have 12 guppy/platty and I could list their names but I wontttt, and my sweet pupper girl, Matilda

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Writing requests..............

77: pink or yellow lemonade? Pink.

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? HATE

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? My girlfriend sent me chocolates and my fren bought me a bee pillow, they’re pretty great.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? Light purple and I didn’t choose them, my mom painted that room before she got sick so I kept it.

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. Deep sand washing over dark beaches and charcoal mixed in a vat of dark clay.

82: are/were you good in school? No, not really. I listened tho

83: what's some of your favorite album art? Pretty odd, believers never die, infinity on high

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? I have two right now and I have MANY more planned.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? OF COURSE, CAPTAIN AMERICA AND DEADPOOL, SANDMAN EVEN THO THAT DON’T REALLY COUNT.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? um? Nirvana? Am I doing this right?

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Perks of being a wall flower, three idiots.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? All of them??

89: are you close to your parents? I like to think so

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Ohhh um, I dunno, probably Denver?? I’m really isolated.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? I’m going to Denver for a concert and a huge road trip to California this summer to see my family.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? It GoN DRoWN SOn

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? Down. It’s too short for anything.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My grandpa

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Hanging with my fren and watching shameless.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? Sadly, I put them off until it does it automatically. I regret it every time.

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? Advocate, Taurus, hufflepuff!

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Yesterday and I loved it.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Hamilton tbh, think of me, riptide and I found.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Five years into the past because I’m not fucking ready to grow up.

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