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tobesensation-9 · 4 years ago

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Heyyy, could I please request a badboy! Hwiyoung smut and the plot of basically whatever you want it to be?? Sorry that I don't exactly have a plot in mind but I've been craving bad boy Hwi for a while now ☺️

I feel like he tries sooooo hard to radiate this energy! He does when he’s in music videos and photoshoots, but we all know he’s a softy lol.

“I’m Not a Dick, Just Confident” (Hwiyoung x Reader)

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: Bad boy Hwiyoung is a acquaintance of yours in college. He’s a jerk and he knows it but doesn't give a shit. Because even though you call him that, he knows you want him. But unlike you, he’s not afraid to show that he wants you too.

Warnings: Partying with underage drinking and drug usage. Usual college stuff lol (but I don’t condone for those who are under age and/or not responsible ☝🏽.) And and oral sex, female receiving.

Amongst your friends you were the daredevil at parties. You weren’t afraid to do dares that were wild and crazy when playing truth or dare. You also were the first if not the only one drinking amongst your friends. They knew if you were going out and there was gonna be alcohol, that you were gonna have your fun and not hold back. But after one night when you got a little too emotional after drinking your fifth cup of jungle juice, you pledged to take it easy on your drinking.

“We’re gonna hold you accountable on your pledge y/n.” Says your friend Lindsey as the four of you approach the booming house with college students walking in, out, and loitering around with cups in hand.

“Yeah I can't keep giving you piggyback rides whenever you get drunk. I'm gonna have a bad back like an old man soon,” says Chanhee as he puts his hand on his back acting as if he's currently in pain.

“We haven't been to a party all semester. So you can stop acting like your back still hurts.”

“I’m surprised your back was the only thing that hurt drunk y/n to 10 times as blunt. She’s damaged my pride already when sober. You’re even more brutal then,” Taeyang shudders at the thought of you telling him things that you don't even remember.

“I would apologise but you know....I was drunk.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.”

“Are you guys ready?” Lindsey looks back at the three of you before opening the door.

“Yes! Let’s go slow-poke,” you push passed her and open the door yourself.

As you’d hoped, it was the fun chaos you loved. There was dancing, making out, and little circles of people playing stupid little games. You needed a break from all the stresses of college work. This was what you yearned for.

“Hey guys!”

You turn to your right and see your upper classman Seokwoo approaching you. In your first semester you had the biggest crush on him and would ask him for help all the time in a Sociology class you had together. You’d been friends with I'm since, your crush eventually dying down as time when by.

“Hey! Where should we go? What area is the most fun?”

“Oh just follow me to one of the circles and you'll see for yourself.”

The four of you follow your upper classman to a circle and your heart immediately picks up its pace. Youngkyun and his best friends Sanghyuk and Youngbin sit with him amongst the circle with other people you've recognised from being around campus.

“Youngkyun hasn't taken a shot yet and we’ve been playing for a while now, having done every dare.” Your upper class was really smart but he did like to enjoy stuff like this, not participate just watch.

Seeing him you didn't know what to do. You didn't like him, yet the way his white t-shirt looked so tight on him as you caught yourself starting, made you want to claw his clothes off.

You’ve only had a few exchanges with him and they weren't good. It consisted of him being a jerk and not being considerate of you either walking and not holding the door or bumping into and you not saying the nicest things to him. But he never said anything to you, he just laughed and called you cute and feisty and that he liked feisty, whatever that meant.

“Oh feisty’s here?”

Looking away from his defined you look up to see Youngkyun noticing you and your cute outfit. You came to the party looking hot knowing you’d catch a few peoples eyes, but you didn't think his would be one of them.

“It’s not feisty, its y/n.”

“Oh?” He raises his hands up in surrender. “That’s cute, just like you. But I like feisty better thanks.”

You roll your eyes and say something else before Chanhee moves up and speaks, “Let us join you guys if you don’t mind.”

“If feisty is your friend, then sure,” Youngkyun smirks at you and sits back down on the couch he had been sitting on.

“You guys wanna play spin the bottle now? Since we have more people,” Sanghyuk grabs an empty vodka bottle and places it on the ground.

“We play it like truth or dare too. Just who ever spins it has to ask the person it lands on, and oh, no truths, unless its a juicy question,” Youngbin looks at you guys to see if you have any questions. His red hair is similar to the burning feeling his look gives.

“Yeah, we get it” Chanhee turns to the rest of us to make sure we’re on board. Lindsay and Taeyang nod in agreement and now all of them are looking at you. “Y/n, are you okay with this? I’m surprised you didn't already say yes,” Taeyang looks at you in concern.

Your friends were always down to have some stupid fun, but they always made sure that everyone was comfortable doing so. You glance over at Youngkyun who already had his eyes on you his smirk fading as he sees you making up your mind, before looking back to your friends. “Okay cool. But if that guy does or says any shit out of line, I’m fighting.”

Lindsay scoffs, “Y/n stop acting like you have the hots for him, you wanna fuck him all three of us know it. And he’s not hiding the fact that he wants you too. Maybe you could some if you play?” “Lindsay shut up, and no I-I don’t.” You move to sit down closer to them, with the three of them moving closer to you, Lindsay whispers in your ear as Youngkyun perks up at you guys finally ready to play. “You wanna fuck him, it’s okay we already know. You dont have to deny it.”

You start the game off safe with Chanhee doing most of the work, asking people juicy truths that make them flustered. Chanhee knows a lot about the talk of the school, so it was only natural. You aren't involved in the game at all until Chanhee spins the bottle again and it lands on Youngkyun. He looks up from looking at the bottle and smirks at Chanhee. “What juicy question do have for me? Don’t go easy on me. I can take it.” Chanhee tries to suffice a smile and looks at you, then to Lindsay and Taeyang. “Sorry I have to know y/n. I’m curious.”

“What are you-” “Out of all people here, who would be the one sleep with more than once? We all know you've slept with everyone here, so who’d you screw twice?” He smiles then gradually starts to laugh out loud. “Oh, I see why people like you. Chanhee isn't it?” “Yeah. Now who would it be?” He looks down at his shoes then back up at Chanhee. “I actually haven't slept with everyone here. But there is someone I wouldn't mind constantly sleeping with..” he trails off and he turns to you. Your friends turn to each other bursting into laughter.

Some other girls playing along look at you and disgust. Some of his fangirls you assumed. The games then continues, you feeling nervous yet excited at the same time. The bottle never landed on you, nor did anyone choose you for a dare. Which was odd because people always did. You thought the other people stirred clear because of Youngkyun’s response to Chanhee. Youngkyun spins the bottle super fast, having everyone looking and waiting in anticipation. The bottle then stops in-between you and Lindsay. Right when it stops Lindsay pulls you closer to her so that bottle is pointed directly at you.

“Let me go!” “You’ll thank me later,” she whispers before letting you go. “Now everyone would've gone now” Sanghyuk looks down at the bottle then at you and smirks. The way Youngkyun is looking at you, you can tell he wants to eat you alive, and does nothing else but turn you on. “15 minutes in heaven ‘Feisty’?” Before you could answer he gets and grabs your hand and takes you up to a bedroom.

All of your friends “Oooooo” as you walk away. Lindsay mimics a phone with her hands, signaling you to call her when you’re done. In an empty bedroom you assume is his you pulls you in. You hadn't noticed but Rowoon had followed you two, you assumed to close the door. Before he does he winks at you, “Let me know when your done, you still have my number. Have fun.” He then closes and locks the door.

“Timer is set!” you hear him yell and hear his voice fade away. “You look scared “Feisty’” you turn to the hot guy behind you sitting on the bed. “I’m not, just surprised.” “You know I've been praying the bottle landed on you all night?” “Ah..really?” You continue to stand near the door, fidgeting your hands. “You don’t have to be so nervous,” he says as he looks at your hands.

“I-I’m not.” You pul your hands behind your back. He gets off the bed and slowly walks toward you. “I noticed the way you looked at me when you first arrived. You want me and I want you too, but I won't do anything unless you say so ‘Feisty’”. He's standing a foot away from you now, you didn’t realise it but you were up against the door now. You’ve fantasised doing any and everything with him, but now that he was yours to have, you were too nervous to even saying anything.“You want me right y/n?” Hearing the sound of your name coming from him made you weak.

Before you even noticed you were nodding and were wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily. Caught off guard himself he looks down at you, eyes wide before coming back to reality and putting his hands on your waist. The more the two of you kiss, the more caressing and moans are made.

At one point he reaches his to squeeze your ass. The mewls a moan out of you and he moans back in return. You didn't know but just like you, he’s been thinking of doing anything and everything to you too.

Soon he walks the two of you back to the bed. Once your on the bed you start to practically claw off his leather jacket. “Your so eager baby.” “I thought I was ‘Feisty?’” Help me take this shit off.”

He doesn't say anything else and does what you say, the two of you stripping each other in a heated rush. Once the two of you are naked he lays you back and delves into you heat. The flicking of his tongue and the gentle sucking of his lips on your clit were making you moan him a melody.

“That feel good?”

“Ahh yeah. Just like that.”

He keeps up the same steady rhythm and you come close to cumming. “Youngkyun, wait, I don’t wanna cum yet.”

He stills and lifts his head. “We don't you cumming just yet. I wanna feel you around me first.”

He moves to the bedside table and opens the one draw it has to pull out a condom. He stops and hesitates when he moves back on the bed. “You me to fuck you right?”

You look up a him in confusion. “I wouldn't have charged at you like that if I didn't want you fuck me.”

He looks up and smirks, but something about him wasn't right.

“I bet you don’t do this to other girls, asking them multiple times if they’re sure about this.”

“You’re right. I don’t.”

“Then what's the problem?”

He looks up at you and looks like he’s about to say something else when the two of you hear a knock on the door.

“Shit. I forgot we were playing 15 minutes in heaven,” he says as he hands you your clothes to hurry and dress yourself. He throws back on his white t-shirt and blue jeans before opening the door a bit to not show you getting dressed.

“You guys okay in there?”

You hear Chanhee peeping in. “Yeah I know everyone forgot about you guys. They seemed have gotten bored once you left,” You hear Taeyang ask.

“No we’re good. Perfect.”

“Why aren't you opening the door?” You hear Lindsay question as she pushes passed Youngkyun and sees you just finishing up straightening your clothes.

“We’re fine guys. Youngkyun told you the truth.”

“Did we interrupt something?” Chanhee looks at you smirking.

“What do you think. You guys knew the two of us screw around already why are you asking that?”

You’ve gotten a little annoyed at your friends tonight, but Chanhee was the reason you ended up getting the best of your life.

“I think we should enjoy the rest of the party. We’ll join you guys in a sec,” Youngkyun says to your friends a looks back at you. Your three friends give you a thumbs up before leaving the room.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“I think for the first time ever, I’m hesitant in fucking someone.”

“Whoo hoo that's great. You want like a cookie or something?”

He snickers at your sarcastic remark. “I’m saying that I dont want to. Because trust me,” he motions to his boner prominent through his jeans, “I do. I just want to enjoy the party with you more.”

“Okay.” He smiles at you and you smile back. “I will admit, I always thought you were kinda of a dick.”

“I’m not a dick ‘Feisty’, just confident. There’s a difference.”

#sf9 #sf9 smut #Youngbin #Inseong #Jaeyoon #Dawon #Zuho #Rowoon #Taeyang #Hwiyoung #Chani #hwiyoung x reader #Hwiyoung smut #bad boy hwiyoung

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chris-evans-indian-fanfic · 5 years ago

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Merchant of Death

One-Shot

Description: Mob!Thanos is a collector of the most precious things in the world. But what happens when his eyes upon you?

Warning - Mentions of violence and beheading

Words- 5400~

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Nobody knew his real name. Nobody cared. Named after the Greek God of death himself, Thanos was modern day's omen of slaughter. Being the leader of one of the oldest mob families in New York, Thanos commanded a certain level of respect amongst his peers. It wasn't just that his heritage was daunting. His towering height, broad shoulders, vast expanse of muscled torso and legs were enough to intimidate even the toughest of the fighters. Always dressed in an impeccably crisp suit, his bald head, sharp eyes and a strong, set jaw easily gave the impression that he was the owner of a multi-billionaire corporation.

It wouldn't be wrong to call his drugs and weapons empire a well-oiled corporation. His 10 fingers were dipped in blood in multiple countries throughout the seven continents, yes even in Antarctica.

Thanos was a well-known figure. Everybody knew who he was, knew what he did, but nobody, not even the law authorities, could ever connect him with any illegal activity, be it harbouring and selling of illegal guns and drugs, or smuggling goods to his centres across the globe.

For all his wrongdoings, Thanos did donate 10% of his revenue to the poor, the homeless, the downtrodden. Almost like a twisted version of Robinhood, where he ripped off the rich with highly priced drugs and paid a part of the amount to the poor.

For this reason, there were two sides of him which were portrayed in the media, those who earned his favour called him Messiah of the Poor, while the others who had witnessed his ire addressed him as the Merchant of Death. But in both the iterations, it had been made ample clear that nobody could make Thanos bleed.

That's why it came as a shock when the Chief of Police, Steve Rogers, had managed to shoot Thanos in an encounter. Looking at their leader fall to the ground, Thanos' men commenced their feral attack on the protectors of the law, driving them back.

The bullet had pierced his left forearm, but hopefully hadn't made it far into his body, thanks to the bulletproof vest sewn into the jacket.

His men rushed him to the nearest hospital as he put pressure on the wound.

...

Being the night of 31st December, the ER was more crowded than usual, with drunk idiots involved in car accidents, accidental weapon discharges, or some even sustaining injuries by bursting fire crackers at a close range.

You silently cursed yourself. Yeah saving lives was noble and all, but spending the entire New Year's Eve in the hospital, surrounded by blood and equally bloody cries of their families and friends really got on your nerves at times.

You steeled yourself as you entered the operation theatre (OT) for another surgery. This moron's druggie friend had shot him in the chest because he thought he was someone else. This would be a complicated surgery, as the bullet was deep inside the muscle, almost touching the heart. One miscalculation could result in more complications.

Halfway through the surgery, you heard a commotion outside the OT. Furrowing your head, you tried to concentrate, but the noise grew louder. You focused your mind on removing the bullet. As if choreographed, your instrument touched the bullet just as a gun was fired right outside your door.

Your colleagues jumped, but you set your concentration on removing the piece of metal from this man's body.

The doors to the OT were kicked open as a tall, thin man entered weilding a gun, asking for you. Your staff promptly pointed at your bent figure.

You were still focused on extracting the bullet when the gun cocked next to your ear, "C'mon out Doctor, we need you to treat our boss," Maw commanded you.

Ignoring him, you carefully pulled the metal upwards, looking at the live scan feed on the screen for direction.

"I don't think you heard me Doctor. Leave this man and come with me. Our boss needs you. I will not repeat myself," warned Maw, his venomous voice laced with concern for his boss.

You did not move.

When he pressed the gun to your forehead, your staff gasped in terror, but you refused to budge.

As soon as the damned bullet was out, you dropped it onto a tray along with your gloves, instructed your staff to stitch up the wound, and wordlessly looked at the greasy-haired Maw.

He beckoned you to follow him into Thanos' room where he was being prepped for surgery. You saw Dr Yellowstone tending to him as you approached. "I am sorry Doctor, I told them that you were in a surgery but..." you brushed him off, asking to see the preliminary reports. Dr Yellowstone explained that the bullet wound wasn't deep, and that a simple surgery headed by him would have sufficed, but they were insistent to get you to do the surgery.

"Of course," Maw's sickeningly smooth voice was back in your ear, "We wanted someone who's the best for our boss. And you are the best surgeon in the entire state, aren't you Doctor?" he asked with a sneer.

You continued to ignore him, coordinating with your staff. As Thanos was put in a wheelchair, Maw pulled out his gun again, cocking it near your forehead, "Our boss better be able to move that hand again miss, or tonight will be the last time you use both your hands."

That threat pushed you over the edge. All evening and night of dealing with insensitive jerks like this guy over here had finally made you snap.

You turned towards him, looked at the barrel of his gun and slapped him right across his cheek.

Whether it was the force of your slap, or the fact that your assault had been completely unexpected, nobody could tell, but Maw staggered backwards, his free hand resting on his long reddening cheek where you had struck him.

Thanos jerked in attention at your action. His pain seemed forgotten as he looked at you. Your plump figure stood tall as you glared at Maw.

"Put that gun away or there's more where that came from," you warned him spitefully.

"Nurse, take him to the OT. Dr Yellowstone, coordinate with the blood bank, we might need extra blood. I will see to it that the anesthesia is ready to administer," you left the room after instructing your team. As if you were going to wait around to witness the reaction of Thanos's right-hand man.

In the OT, you saw Thanos' large figure laid on the bed. You approached him with the anesthesia, but he held your hand with his uninjured arm. "Don't," he spoke in his thick voice. "It will hurt. The pain might lead to further complications," you explained. "No. I want to feel your touch," he said simply.

You rolled your eyes and cringed on the inside.

As the surgery began, Thanos kept his dark eyes on you. Neither once did he wince with pain, or avert his gaze. Ignoring him, you set about to remove the bullet from his arm, a quick procedure.

"Dr Yellowstone," you said from behind your mask, "stitch the wound and dress it."

"Where are you going?" Thanos asked you plainly, as if you both were sitting in a coffee shop. You ignored him and removed your gloves as Dr Yellowstone approached the patient.

Thanos moved his arm, "No. You will not. She will," he nodded towards you.

Audibly groaning, your assistant helped you in wearing a new pair of gloves.

Finally, with the wound stitched and dressed, you left the OT to tell Maw the good news.

…

3 hours after the surgery, Thanos looked at your file while resting on his bed. Compiled by Maw, this file had every detail of your life, no matter how minute. You had captured his attention unlike anything else, anyone else. He flipped through the pages, learning more about your family, friends, hobby, and profession.

His member twitched when he saw your images from social media. Beneath the doctor's coat, you were plump, curvy and thick, just the way he liked his women. He paused, drinking in your appearance in a swimsuit. Placing a finger on your face, he slowly traced your outline, his finger respecting every bump, every bend till he reached your covered mound. He pressed it, as if hoping to see you react, but you kept on smiling in the image.

Eyes heavy with sleep, he looked around his room. His quiet quarters screamed with opulence. Decorated with the world's most expensive marble, motifs covered in 24k gold, diamond chandelier and Persian rugs, his room paid homage to some of the priceless wonders of the planet. But looking at them now, Thanos realised that none held a candle next to you.

As he settled in to sleep, he smirked. You would make a nice addition to his room.

…

A week later, Thanos surprised his men by driving himself to your hospital. He had taken an appointment, afterall, his wound needed to be checked.

He knocked on your cabin door, entering only when you said to. He smiled warmly at your startled expression, standing patiently next to the chairs across your desk.

"Dione," he interrupted you, "Please call me Dione."

You gathered yourself quickly, "Mr Thanos I-"

He smiled cheekily, he knew he had struck at the right place, at the right time. Extending his arm, he reached out for your palm, holding it gently in his. "Please come in. You must be tired," he said, leading you into your own house.

You squinted your eyes. You remembered reading the strange name on your list of appointments today. "What can I help you with Mr Dione?"

Thanos smiled. He liked the way his name rolled off your lips. "May I take a seat?" You nodded.

Thanos barely fit in the chair, his vast thighs almost bulging out from the sides of the chair. "I think my wound needs to be redressed."

"I thought Maw said he had the best doctors at your beck and call," you spat at him.

"I owe you an apology," he said slowly, "Maw's behaviour that night was appalling, to say the least. I have never hurt or intended to hurt healthcare workers. I regret his actions. Please accept my sincere apologies."

Thanos or Dione, surprised you for the second time that day. His acknowledgement of his staff's misbehaviour left you dumbfounded.

He cleared his throat, "As I was saying, I think my wound needs to be redressed." He turned to his side as much as he could, and displayed the bloodied bandage on his arm.

You asked him to sit on the patient's examining bed in your office and unwrapped his bandage.

"Does it bleed everyday?" you asked.

"No, it started bleeding today. As soon as it did I thought I should visit you."

Thanos looked at you closely. He studied every contour of your face. His right hand fought the urge to cup your cheek and pull you closer to him.

You traced the wound on his left arm and straightened your back, fully aware of his intense gaze on you.

"Mr Thanos…,"

"Mr Dione, please," he interrupted you.

"Mr Thanos," you asserted, "This wound has been reopened by a knife. And judging by the angle of the cut, I think it was you who did it," you stared at his eyes.

He whispered your name, "I just wanted to see you again."

"It's Dr (Y/N) for you," you spoke sharply, "I will fix this wound now. But if you inflict harm upon yourself again, then I will not be able to help you."

Thanos saw you grab your kit and come near him, "I think we got off on the wrong foot."

"I don't think there was any foot involved, Mr Thanos. The only things that were involved were a gun and my palm on Maw's cheek."

He chuckled softly at the memory. He loved the fire burning in your eyes. He wanted to see what would you look like burning up on his bed, riding waves of pleasure with him.

"Let me make it very clear, because people like you need to get everything spelled out for them," the venom dripping from your words brought his attention back to you, "I do not want to be involved with you Mr Thanos. I have no intention of being a mobster's trophy girlfriend. If you are really thankful for what I did, then you will leave me alone and never set a foot in this hospital again. Have I made myself clear?" you stared at his hungry eyes as you finished bandaging him.

Nobody on the entire planet, not even the President himself, dared to speak with Thanos in that tone. And here you were, staring him down as if he was worthless. It only made him hungrier, knowing that claiming you would be the sweetest reward he can give himself.

…

The rest of the week was thankfully uneventful for you. On Saturday night, you slowly climbed the stairs to your floor, feeling relieved. At least you had the whole of tomorrow to relax.

Reaching your apartment, you found the door unlocked. You stepped backwards, deciding to call the police from your building's security office.

Just then, your door swung open and a smiling Thanos cheerfully greeted you, "Welcome home doctor! Dinner is almost ready. Why don't you take a relaxing hot bath? I have already filled your tub with warm water."

After the exhausting week you had, you had never expected to find Thanos in your home, cooking dinner and preparing a bath. All you could do was stare at him with your mouth open, his black pants draping his thighs perfectly, the blue shirt hugging his muscled arms and torso as if second skin and to top it all, he was wearing your apron, the one with the cute pandas on it. The apron didn't even cover the distance between what you guessed were his nipples.

"I am not Thanos. I am Dione," he voice sounded sincere, "You asked Thanos to leave you alone, not Dione."

You barely felt his touch as he held your palm, again astonished at how gentle this huge beast of a man can be.

He locked the door behind you, took your purse and coat and knelt to untie your shoelaces. You jumped back at that gesture, finally coming to your senses. "What… what are you doing?" you managed to ask.

He looked up at you, "Wouldn't you be more comfortable if your shoes were removed?"

"No."

"No?" Thanos asked.

"Yes, I mean no. No, I meant what…"

Thanos shook his head, amused as he reached down to untie your shoes, ignoring your protests. He got up slowly, his body a mere inch away from yours. He held your eyes with his as he reached behind your head, unclipping your hair. He stood mesmerized as your hair fell down your shoulders, his hand massaging the spot where they were bunched up on your scalp.

You purred at his ministrations, your eyes suddenly widening as you heard the sound escape your lips. He let you move back as you held his gaze. Why did he have to be so goddamn attractive?!

You closed your eyes. No he's a mobster. You cannot be involved with him. No. No. No. Control yourself.

After that evening, you saw Thanos, (or Dione, you didn't really care) everyday in your home. You saw him first thing in the morning as he cooked you a hearty breakfast, and the last person for the day when he made dinner and tucked you in your bed.

You opened your eyes. You can do this. "Thanos and Dione are the same person. I don't want to be involved with you. Leave. Right now," you half-heartedly snarled, reaching for the door. But he put a hand on the lock first, stopping you.

"They aren't the same person. Thanos would never cook for anyone, even for himself. He wouldn't tolerate your disrespectful tone and arrogance. But I am. I want to-"

"Excuse me? Arrogance?" you cocked an eyebrow, "Do you realise the amount of shit I have had to go through after I operated on you? The FBI, CBI, Police and God knows what came pounding down my doors, accusing me of harbouring and aiding a criminal."

"I am well aware," he admitted tersely, "I have made sure that you will not be bothered again."

Your eyes widened as his words sunk in, "Did you kill them?" you whispered, your hands immediately flying to your mouth.

"I didn't," he stated.

A frown formed on your face as you tried to unpack his confession. "Did Thanos get them killed?" you asked with purpose.

Just then, the oven's timer chimed. "Ahh, dinner is ready. I made your favourite lasagna. There's also garlic bread and a cucumber mint salad. Do you still want to take a bath before dinner?" he asked casually as if he hadn't murdered a squad of officers.

Sensing your hesitation, he came over to you, and stepped in your space, "Give me a chance," he urged, "I am not the monster they paint me to be. Allow me to show you who Dione is. Let me cherish you. I promise, as long as I am with you, I will not indulge in any criminal activity. Please. Give us a chance," he finished earnestly, taking both your palms in his hands.

You slowly raised your eyes to meet his, breathing in his luscious, musky scent. His hand caressed your cheek, weaving through your hair as he pulled you closer, delicately. His soft exhale on your lips weakened your knees. But he stopped. The handsome bastard was waiting for you to come closer.

"I will walk a 1000 steps to reach you," he whispered quietly, "if you just take one towards me."

His other hand started a torturous journey up your arm, his touch feather light. His thumb slowly traced the outline of your bottom lip, coming to rest behind your head.

For a second, you were lost in his ministrations. For a second, you wanted to give in to the stillness of the night.

But a loud crash, and a woman's blood-curdling scream interrupted your peace. You jumped, looking in the direction of the noise. Thanos followed your gaze and smiled. He hummed with satisfaction, "Where were we?"

You shook out of his gentle grip and headed towards the direction of the commotion. As you peered down your window, you let out a scream. Down on the road, the body of a SWAT agent was sprawled on top of an indented car. It seemed as if he had fallen off the top of your neighbouring building.

Coming up behind you, Thanos vowed, "I would never engage in illegal activities when I am with you. But Thanos will destroy the world if that's what it takes to protect you."

…

Breakfast in Milan, luncheons in Athens and late night hot chocolate in Paris was enough to sway even the most heartless of the human beings. But you were still on your toes, waiting for this dream to turn into an ugly nightmare.

That wasn't all. He started buying you groceries, and even basic amenities like toothpaste and hairbrush. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head when you saw that he had even replenished your tampons.

For all his drawbacks, you couldn't ignore the fact that he never touched you without your consent. He treated you with respect, and cared for you as if you were made with glass. Some nights, when you came home unbelievably late, he was ready to massage your aching feet, while patiently listening to you rant about your day.

The time you spent with him almost felt domesticated. But you knew it was borrowed. Time went by and you started accompanying him on his trips as he refused to let you stay behind. You saw very little of Maw on these trips. Instead his other henchwoman, Proxima, was assigned to you.

"What is holding you back?" he asked you one day, as he brought dinner to your room in Venice, overlooking the city. "I have expressed my love for you in as many ways as I could," his eyes roamed over your body, "I think I have managed to strike the perfect balance between Thanos and Dione. I have done good on my promise to make sure you never see the ugly side of my business. Then why do you still refuse to come to me?"

You looked at him with a frown, "What makes you think I do not see the ugly side of your business? Do you know the amount of drug overdose cases we get in a day?"

Thanos looked out the window, "All those people are aware of the ill-effects of drugs. If they still choose to take it, then how does that make me the villain? Somebody else will sell the drugs if I don't."

"Really? That's your justification? So you owe nothing to the people whose lives are destroyed by your drugs and guns? What about the poor? The young who are addicted to your substance?" you argued in an accusing tone.

"I donate 10% of my earnings to them. But I can't help everyone," he justified.

Thanos chewed in silence as he considered your words, "Will you give yourself to me if I donate half of my wealth?" he looked at you after a few moments.

"10% is not even a dip in your ocean of riches Dione. You want to talk about striking a balance? Then donate 50% of your wealth to those who actually need the money. Auction off your antiques, your collectibles. Build schools, donate to NGOs, be good and help the people, the portion of the society who needs you the most," you tried to convince him.

You softly pushed your plate away, "No amount of charity can justify the killings Dione."

As Thanos gripped his fork tighter at your words, you swore you saw the metal bend. "I have to do what needs to be done to protect you. Even if it means spilling the blood of a few agents of the law. Do you think they will protect you from me? You are nothing but a source of information for them. As soon as they are done with you they will toss you aside like useless garbage. Your identity, your entire life will be erased from the record. You don't want me to protect you like that? Okay. Then what would you have me do?" he demanded an answer.

You met his gaze, your silence filling the conversation with words.

"I cannot just quit. I have spent my whole life building this empire and I am not about to give it up," he claimed through gritted teeth.

"But what did it cost you?" It was your turn to surprise him with your question.

"Everything," he admitted, "and more. But this was all I have ever had. There was no reason for me to leave this-"

"You do have a reason now," you interrupted him.

You dragged your chair towards Thanos and sat beside him. Placing a hand on his heart, you kept your eyes on him. "You have a reason now," you repeated in a whisper.

You saw a myriad of emotions cross his eyes. Taking advantage of his astonishment, you kissed his shoulder and rested your forehead on it. You felt his heart beating faster.

Thanos was glad your head was on his shoulder, as he didn't want you to see the tears in his eyes. This was the first time you had initiated any form of affection towards him. He held your hand, the one on his heart, and kissed it with a promise.

…

Officer Natasha Romanoff hurried towards Steve Rogers' office. She entered without knocking.

"Hey there! Knock before you-" Tony Stark, the Weapons Contacter tried to speak before Natasha cut him short.

"Steve, you need to hear this," Natasha looked at him.

In the last few months, thanks to Steve's bravery in the shoot-out with Thanos's men, he had been promoted to the highest ranking covert field agent at the FBI.

Steve nodded, requesting Tony to reschedule the meeting. As soon as they had the privacy, Natasha filled him in on the news. "Thanos is donating 50% of his wealth to charities and NGOs across the country. He's moving with his girl to Mauritius."

"He's building a new base there?" Steve cocked an eyebrow.

"No, he's retiring. If he gets on that plane then we will lose him forever."

"Hmmm," he considered her words, "I have a plan."

…

Thanos had advised you against going back to your apartment, arguing that all of your stuff was already packed and on the way to the flight. But you were relentless. You had to go back to retrieve a piece of your legacy which you were sure his men must have missed.

He watched in amazement as you removed the photo frame from your wall and tore the wallpaper, revealing a cavity inside.

You retrieved a box, wiping the dust off of it. Walking towards Thanos, you opened the box to reveal 6 rings. "These belonged to my grandfather. He always believed that there are six traits that make a man. He gave me these rings on his deathbed, and asked me to pass it on to the man who I deemed worthy." Pointing to the ring with the purple stone, you recited your grandfather's words, "Be with a man who commands Power," yellow stone- "But make sure he has a kind Soul," orange stone- "He should be able to read your Mind," green stone- "However, he must know the value of Time," red stone- "He should be able to accept his Reality," and lastly, the blue stone- "But, he should give you the world, the galaxy, the entire Space, if need be."

Holding out the box for him, you presented him with the rings. You smiled indulgently as you wiped his tears. He took your hand in his, kissing your fingers, your palm, your wrist. You laughed as he hugged your hand, "This is the second most precious gift I have ever been given."

You tilted your head, puzzled, "What is the most precious gift?"

"You."

…

Steve saw you and Thanos exit the building, hand in hand like two lovestruck teenagers. "Team Alpha, if you have a clear shot take it. But do not fatally wound him. We need him alive. I repeat, we need him alive. Team Omega, standby for the extraction. Team Beta, grab the First Aid Kit as soon as the Patient is hit" he commanded into the walkie-talkie using their codewords for you and Thanos.

"You still haven't told me where are we going," you pouted slightly as you walked towards the car. "Patience love, all in good time," Thanos smiled down at you. "This is White Wolf Team Alpha, firing in 3...2...," Bucky spoke in his earpiece.

"Wherever we are going, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," you spoke. "...1." You suddenly turned to face Thanos, and started walking backwards, your hand still in his.

The bullet pierced the space above your heart, before colliding with Thanos's bulletproof vest. Gunshots reduced to dull thuds around you as you collapsed in Thanos's arms, your blood staining his shirt.

You didn't notice when he carried you to the car. You didn't notice the speeding car coming to a halt. All you could hear was his panicked voice, and feel his pounding heart.

"Maw why are we stopping?" Thanos screamed at his henchman.

"Sire, there is a traffic jam ahead. We can't take any other route. There are rows of cars behind us. We are trapped," he said regretfully.

"I don't care! Kill them all, clear the road with explosives. She needs to get to a hospital NOW!" Thanos's voice boomed as panic gripped his heart.

"Sire we can't use explosives, the road might cave in. Proxima is arranging for a mobile hospital as we speak. They should be here soon," Maw spoke with hope.

Cradling you in his arms, Thanos pushed your hair back from your face, "Stay with me. Please stay with me. Don't leave me now. Please… no…"

"Hey," you managed to say in a cracked voice as tears escaped his eyes, "Dione," he looked at you, "I will... always be with you... my love," you struggled to caress his cheek as he held your arm.

"Please please please no," he pleaded.

You gasped as a new jolt of pain ran through your body, "I… I love you… Di… Dione," you smiled.

A heart-wrenching scream escaped Thanos as he held your lifeless body. His anguish lost in the traffic of vehicles blaring their horns.

…

"Sire," Maw's voice broke Thanos from his reverie. He turned to look at the box in Maw's hand. In the dim light of his room, he opened the lid to see the severed head of James Buchanan Barnes.

"Steve Rogers has gone underground sire, but we will soon find him," Maw promised.

"He is not the real problem Maw," Thanos turned back to the window, "Do you remember what the doctor had said? If we would have gotten her to the hospital in time, she would have been alive today."

He paused, looking down the crowded city before him, "She died because we couldn't get her to the hospital earlier. What had caused the traffic jam?"

"Two cars had gotten into an accident, which caused a pile up on the road," Maw explained.

"That pile up wouldn't have occurred 10 years ago. In the last 2 decades, there has been a population boom which has ended up putting a strain on resources. Governments across the world are refusing to tackle this problem and in fact, are boastful of the increase in their population." As if on cue, he saw large groups of people fill up the sidewalk as hundreds of cars poured onto the road, everybody eager to reach home after their workday.

"What do you mean sire?"

"The scales of the world have been tipped unevenly, Maw. Balance needs to be restored to the order of the planet. The rich can't have an endless supply of luxury while the poor scramble for basic sustenance. She was right, we need to help the poor, but we can't wipe out those in power completely."

Thanos looked at the setting sun with determination, "It is time to kill half of humanity."

Maw inhaled sharply, "Sire! How would we manage-"

"The drugs," said Thanos simply, "50% of our cargo will contain lethal drugs till we achieve our target. Distribute it randomly throughout our supply chain for the next 6 months."

Maw paused for a moment. The severity of this crime left him dumbstruck. "Sire," he spoke at last, "She wouldn't have wanted this."

Thanos looked at the 6 rings on his fingers. "She wanted to live Maw. But she couldn't. She always tried to help people as much as she could. This is the only way we can fulfill her wish, by helping people across the globe."

"By killing people across the globe," Maw meekly argued.

"You kill everyday for a living Maw. Why has this idea turned your silver tongue into a knot?"

He could only gulp in response.

"The world needs correction Maw. Now more than ever. The lethal drugs should be shipped from tomorrow onwards. I would find it unpleasant to feed your body to our dogs, if you fail your duty," Thanos' thinly veiled threat hung in the air like a sword.

Maw bowed down, "As my sire wishes," and left the room in quite a hurry.

Thanos walked towards your painting on the wall opposite to his bed, the only ornamentation in his otherwise desolate room.

"You will see my love," he cooed, "we will see the sun rise on a grateful world together."

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kirishwima · 4 years ago

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Hello if you don't mind could you please write HCs about MC taking care of fevered or sick V and Saeran?

awe this is cute-i sorta low-key like this whole taking-care-of-sick-character trope lol ;u;

V/JIHYUN:

* Generally he’s not the type of person to ask for help even when he needs it-I think we can all tell after playing his route lmao

* He loves to take care of others, and he’ll never think of anyone else as a burden; if someone he loves is sick he’ll do his utmost best to take care of them and nurse them back to health! But when ti comes to himself he just feels like he should handle it on his own-and it takes a l o t for him to slowly learn to accept the help MC offers

* Once, after returning from a photography trip, he seems a little wobbly, unsteady on his feet, his face flushed as he extends a hand to stabilise himself on the doorframe of the main entrance.

* That, followed by an unholy loud sneeze, are enough for MC to realise V caught one big nasty cold on his trip outdoors.

* Without much fuss-not that he’d be able to put up much of a fight in his current state, MC took him by the arm, guiding him to bed where they ordered him to change into his comfiest pyjamas whilst they go bring all the supplies they’ll need to take care of him

* After assorting a dozen different medicines, a thermometer, cold compresses and a warm cup of tea on his bedside, MC sat besides him, putting a cool hand on his forehead, a welcome change from the burning heat on his face. The poor mint man was shivering, trying his best to suppress the chattering of his teeth, a false bravado to prove to MC that he wasn’t in as bad of a state as it seemed.

* “Hey-no get off-you might catch my cold-MC!” he tried to argue, weakly pushing MC’s hand off of him as they took the thermometer and tried to put it under his shirt to take his temperature, helping him sit up in the process.

* MC however would have none of it. They shushed him with a finger to his lips, a small frown on their face. “You’ve suffered on your own long enough Jihyun. For once, let someone else take care of you. Please.”

* With a defeated sigh V slumped back into the bed, letting MC change the compress on his forehead-gasping when they leaned down to give his cheek a chaste kiss.

* “You-the cold! What if you get sick I-”

* “Then it’ll be your turn to nurse me back to health!” MC said with a wink, uncertain wether the sudden spike of V’s blush was due to the fever or something else entirely.

* Suffice to say, with MC’s gentle care and V’s sheer persistence, he was back on his feet in no time, his fever barely lasting a couple of days.

* And if MC were to catch his cold he’d be the most patient caretaker one could imagine, staying by MC’s side the whole time until they too got better.

SAERAN/RAY/UNKOWN

* Saeran’s all too used to the feeling of being sick-the clogging of his sinuses, how each breath feels forced, a wet cough that makes his lungs feel like the bottom of the ocean; his cheeks flushed, sweat dripping down his brow, staining his shirt as it falls down the curve of his jaw, over his neck.

* That’s how Sae spent the majority of his childhood; feverish, his eyesight wavy, swirls forming on the ceeling of his former home as a gentle pair of hands, no bigger than his at the time would rest on his forehead, cool, pulling him from his under-water daze and back to the shore of the living.

* During his time in Mint Eye he did his best to avoid getting sick-and if he did catch a cold he’d push himself to the limit, ignoring the bone-deep aches, how blood would mix with the wetness of his breaths, dripping on his knuckles as he typed away on those damn computers that still haunted his dreams. He remembers how Rika would look at him from time to time, the pity in her eyes- “No, no you have to get stronger. Feel this pain, let it consume you and let it make you stronger. There’s no time to rest and recover. You have to fight through it.”

* Memories of those times came back and fro in his mind like waves crashing on rocks, seafoam brimming in his eyes. This was the first time he’d gotten this sick after getting out of Mint Eye, after re-uniting with his brother, after confessing his feelings to MC-things were supposed to be better, they were supposed to be good, so why? Why now? Why again?!

* “Baby”, MC would tell him, running a cool hand through his hair, “progress is never linear. And pretending like you’ve put your past behind you when there’s still things in here” they’d say, bringing their hand to rest on his chest, right where his raggedy heart still profusely beat, “that remain heavy and unresolved, isn’t progress at all. It’s okay to feel and cry and express what you feel Saeran. We’ll face it all together, and get through it, one step at a time.”

* He doesn’t remember much else during the peak of his fever-he remembers a doctor coming to their home, prescribing some meds or whatever-probably sent by Jumin since they all knew how he felt about hospitals. He remembers his brother occasionally peeking into the room, coming by to change a compress or something, a face identical to his peeking down with worry-he remembers laughing at that. How could he have ever thought this dumbass, the boy who was filled with nothing but love, have ever harbored any hate towards him? They’re two halves of a whole.

* Most of all he remembers MC-their gentle hands cooling his body, how they’d hold him close, not caring wether or not they’d catch his cold with their actions. He thinks he cried at some point-probably remembering yet another shitty memory, and he doesn’t remember the words, but he knows for sure MC sang to him, a lullaby-was it in a foreign tongue? He’s not sure, but it soothed him to his very core, and for a moment, a mere fraction of a second-there was no Saeran, no MC, no past of cults and heartache and drugs; just endless warmth, love seeping through two souls, intertwining on a plane he couldn’t comprehend.

* And then the fever subsided, the cough lessened, the doctor’s prescription ran out. His brother, who was put in charge or Saerans’ garden whilst he was out of comission, had miraculously kept all of his plants alive-except for a cactus which honestly...was so Saeyoung-like, Saeran couldn’t help but snort and roll his eyes at.

* One night after dinner, whilst out in the garden with MC, he gently intertwined his hand with theirs, looking up to the stars above.

* “Thank you” he whispered-but he knew MC heard him regardless.

* “For?”

* Saeran smiled.

* “For bringing me ashore.”

Did I go overboard with Saeran’s bit? Yeah. Do I regret it? Nah.

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years ago

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I absolutely love how you write Arthur Fleck bro it reminds me of how much I want him to be happy and loved. So I'm here to request something because I'm in love with your writing!😔💖 How would Arthur feel having an artist reader who really loves to draw and paint him? Like the reader really wants Arthur to know that he's so fucking gorgeous that his face and body HAVE to fill all of the reader's sketchbooks and canvases? And you don't have to write this! But please let me know if you can't!💖

Thank you so much! I only want to make him happy and if writing is the only way I can temporarily stave off the yearning to do so, then who am I to deny myself or my readers? The best way to avoid temptation is to simply give in lmao.

word count: 1, 450.

“I-is there something on my face, Y/N?” Arthur’s gentle voice broke through your reverie. So lost were you inside the pleasures of your own mind, your hand almost flying across the rough page in your haste to get everything down in time, that it took a few moments for you to realise that Arthur had even spoken, but patiently did he wait for you to respond to him. He understood; he, too, sometimes needed a little time to register that he was being spoken to.

You blinked after a few moments and came back into yourself slowly, setting your pencil down. It rolled across the page and settled against the metal rings which bound the precious pages of the sketchbook together. “I - you, err,” You coughed lightly, swallowed and tried again. “No, why?”

“No reason,” Arthur hummed, “You just keep staring at me so I thought - “ He cut himself off with a smile. He clearly thought that it didn’t matter what he was thinking. He was sat at the tiny table by the window writing in his journal, a pen in one hand and a half smoked cigarette in the other; this told you that though he was relaxed, he was also pent up and he needed to get his negative thoughts, swirling through his mind fiercely like a draining bathtub, out of his head. It was best to not push him to tell you his thoughts; you would only open up a can of worms you weren’t quite ready for. Not tonight.

Arthur would come to you when he was good and ready and not before; it was something that you both had in common. Pushing either of yourselves into talking before you were ready to would only worsen the situation, whatever it was, and you had quickly learned to let the other be when things were becoming too much.

“Sorry, honey,” You smiled at Arthur. You had been sketching in your notebook, leaning with your back against the arm rest of the sofa, your legs bent on the sofa cushions. Periodically had you looked up from your work to gaze at your muse, your eyes drinking him in as your hands worked to recreate his image. As you looked at him now, something occurred to you and you closed your sketchbook, running a hand reverently over the cover. Hours of daydreaming, sketching lightly and aggressively rubbing out the same area over and again, frustrated groans and rushes of accomplishment and more had been poured into this book, and you felt a sudden urge to share it with the man who was front and centre from cover to cover of your pride, joy and secret irritations when your hand translations fell short of your mental images. “Do you wanna see what I’m doing?”

A quiet but uncomfortable giggle as Arthur turned his entire body to face you, taking a long drag of his cigarette to disguise the convulsing of his throat. He was surprised at the offer. Had you really seen through him so completely? “N-no, it’s okay, I - I couldn’t - “

You jumped up quickly, clutching your sketchbook. Arthur’s hesitance had sealed your decision. You made your way over to him easily, holding it out for him to take. Your other hand reached out to cup Arthur’s jaw and as he took the book from you with a slight tremble to his veiny hands, you bent down to press a tender kiss to his forehead.

Arthur sat there looking at your sketchbook resting atop his journal and you nodded encouragingly. “Go on, honey. I want you to look.”

“A-are you sure? Your sketchbook is like my journal.”

“That’s why I want you to look, Artie.” He smiled at the familiar name; you only used it when you needed him to know that something was truly okay. You stood up straight and put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, standing so close to him that you were pressed up against his back. You stood there deliberately; to keep Arthur grounded in the moment as he used the whole flat of his palm to trace over the pages, murmuring to himself. You couldn’t make out any of the things he said, but seven pages in did he turn to you with stars in his eyes.

“Is this really how you see me?”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Yeah. You’re beautiful, Art.” You chuckled and Arthur’s eyes zoned in on your lips, his brow creasing in the middle as he stared at you with love in his eyes.

“What is it?” A hushed awe.

You grinned. “I just called you Art. That’s what you are - you’re a work of art and this sketchbook doesn’t even come close to capturing your true beauty.”

You heard the sound of a slap as Arthur’s hand flew to clamp over his mouth, a muffled laugh bursting from between his lips. The hand on his shoulder tightened and you rubbed up and down his back rhythmically, shushing him and doing your best to calm him. You hadn’t meant to make him react this way but you supposed, in hindsight, that it had all become too much too soon. You bent to press kisses to his neck, keeping him grounded in the moment. Slowly did Arthur get his breath back and you knew that his fit had reached its end when he gripped your hand on his shoulder, turning his head to press kisses to your hand.

“I love you so much.” The stars in his eyes turned to a galaxy as he looked at you, and you smiled. You smiled at him and fuck he forgot how to breathe.

“I love you too.” I can never adequately tell you how much I love you, so I hope these pictures suffice. Your heart broke slightly at your inability to properly tell Arthur how much you loved him, but you supposed you could show him instead. Your art meant a lot to you, and so did Arthur, and the two would collide, creating a universe of love that you would give to him. Over and again, each and every day would you show Arthur just how much he meant to you. Any scrap of love you extended towards him would be returned sevenfold, and so the cycle would continue. You didn’t have much in this world, but you had Arthur Fleck’s heart cradled in your cupped hands, and yours in his, so really, you had it all. No one else had the gift of Arthur Fleck’s love and you hoped to never get even a little used to the way that he gazed at you in the moments during which he thought you weren’t looking. But you were; you always were. He commanded your every waking moment and he didn’t even know it. “Are there any you really like? Have a look.”

You and Arthur spent the next few minutes going through your sketchbook in silence and when Arthur saw one that he especially loved - him dancing in the living room shirtless with cobalt blue pyjama pants, his arms raised above his head and a serene expression on his face - did he gasp aloud, clutching at your hand as surely as if it was his last breath as he submerged himself in the oceanic depths of your love for him.

“This one. I like this one.” He sounded childlike in his glee and you smiled once more, smoothing a hand through his hair.

“Yeah? Wanna know something?”

“What?” Arthur turned in his seat, no longer occupied by the sketchbook. His attention was wholly focused on you now.

“This is how I always see you. You’re beautiful, angel. A work of art.”

Arthur’s arms wrapped around your hips and he tugged you forward, huffing an amused laugh when you collapsed onto his lap without a trace of dignity. You got comfortable, straddling him properly, and there you stayed until at last was it time for bed. Occasionally did Arthur press kisses to your head, your cheeks, your neck, anywhere and everywhere did he lay small traces of his love on you while he wrote in his journal. He allowed you to read what he was writing as he was writing it, and this glimpse into his whole unfiltered thought process meant more to you than anything else he could have done after what you had just showed him.

You had shown each other the rawest parts of yourselves this night and that said ‘I love you’ in a far more effective way than those three little words themselves. Every artist needs a muse, and yours kept you well fed.

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jedifighterpilot2727 · 8 years ago

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Hey! How are you? So... I have this thing. Lena and Kara are together but they don't make a show of it, don't deny it, just don't confirme either. Kara shares with her some Krypton theory and they discuss it and Lena learned how to apply some of them. One day, some alien threatened earth and the DEO couldn't figure a better way to fight it without some sort of sacrifice, Kara is about to give herself, and while everybody's on the central room at DEO, Lena was figuring something out in... (1)

… in her lab. When she’s out, a lot of things happened, then Supergirl was about to give herself as sicrifice, when Lena tries to get in touch. When nobody answers her, she simply hacks on DEO system and get herself on the coms with Supergirl and everybody hears she giving Kara the solution and her own threat: “i told you I was going to figure it out, if you’re no in bed with me when I wake up tomorrow, Kara Zor-El, I’ll find you in Rao’s light, just to bring you back and kill you… (2)

… with my bare hands. And if you never heard a Luthor’s threat, there’s your first one. I love you.” Everybody’s livid, Alex wants to take her in, J'onn want’s a chat with Lena and Winn is paralyzed… (3) Yeah… see, my thing… I don’t have vocabulary enough to make it, but could you be kind enough?!?

hope this suffices!!

Hacked!

Read on AO3 - http://archiveofourown.org/works/10621098

“Kara, you don’t have to do this.”

Alex tries to keep her voice from cracking, but it’s almost impossible. Because Kara is out there, and she’s about to die (to save them all sure, but the thought does little to calm the dread swelling in her chest.

“But I do, Alex. I can’t let the people I love die. If that means sacrificing myself… “

“Kara, please.” Her voice does crack then, she practically chokes on the words. Normally she would be embarrassed about so many of her agents seeing her like this, but right now she doesn’t care.

“Alex, I love you. Please know that I love you. And please, tell Lena … “

Lena? What does Kara’s best friend have to do with any of this?

Was she behind this attack?

She swears to god that if she finds out Luthor is behind this, she will personally go down to L-Corp and -

Her ranting is cut off when Kara continues.

“Just tell Lena I love her.”

What?

“And that I’m sorry, I -“

“Tell me yourself.” A new voice comes over the comm system, one that Alex doesn’t recognize and she glares at Winn.

“Find out where that’s coming from!” She hisses at Winn, who scrambles to his computer, typing frantically.

“Lena, what are you doing?!” Kara sounds panicked, and Alex feels her own heart rate spike.

Lena Luthor hacking into the DEO comm system can’t be a good thing.

“I told you, I’m saving your ass!” Lena’s voice continues. “If you would have just listened to me, instead of rushing out headfirst into danger - trying to be a damn hero -“

“Lee-“

“Don’t ‘Lee’ me! Do you know what I would do to you if you fucking died?! I would personally find a way to bring you back to life so I could kill you myself! I get it, okay? You’re amazing and heroic and you are so selfless and… “ There’s a pause before Lena continues. “you’re always putting everyone else above yourself - and I love that - but you know who’s not selfless?! Me! And I’m not going to let my girlfriend-“

Girlfriend?!

“- Die because of some stupid alien invasion that my mother is probably behind.“

There’s another pause and something flashes on the monitors. On the radar screen, there’s an incoming green blip headed rapidly towards Kara’s location.

“What is that?” Alex leans over Winn’s shoulder, fingers digging into his arm.

“I don’t -“ His fingers pound frantically on the keys. “- It’s a missile.”

“Kara! Get out of there! Get out of there right -“ Her voice is tight with emotion, and she knows that her voice is about two octaves too high, but she doesn’t care, because that’s her sister and -

Kara doesn’t move, and Alex hates it, hates that she can’t see what’s happening other than the two little dots about to merge together on the screen.

“Track the location of the transmission hack.” She shouts out orders to no one in particular, but she knows they’re all listening. She refuses to look at the monitor, refuses to see the dot that represents Supergirl disapear. "I want boots on the ground ASAP. I want Lena Luthor locked in cell by the -“

“Alex!” Kara’s voice yells in her earpiece and she freezes. “The missile wasn’t for me. Look.”

Her eyes graze over the wall of screens, settling on the camera feed trained on the alien fight ship looming over National City. The missile rockets towards it, and Alex finds herself waiting, breathless in anticipation.

The missile connects, the explosion rocking the city with its power as it rips the alien ship to shreds.

Alex is speechless with confusion but her team is professional at least.

“Agent Danvers. We found Luthor. She’s in basement of L-Corp.”

“Bring her in. She’s got a lot of explaining to do.”

- - - - - - - -

As luck would have it, the team bringing in Lena returns to base at the same time Supergirl gets done rounding up alien space ship parts before they can damage the city with their fall.

What happens shocks even Alex - they way Lena’s eyes light up when Kara lands.

The way Kara practically super speeds across the DEO to wrap Lena in a tight hug.

How Lena’s hancuffed wrists come up to drape over Kara’s neck.

How Kara sways them back and forth as her lips whisper against Lena’s hair.

Without hesitation, Alex marches forward, fully intending on giving them both a piece of her mind.

“What the hell was that?!” she demands. resisting the urge to stomp her foot or slam something (someone), against a wall.

Lena doesn’t even bother to move her arms from around Kara’s neck as she raises an eyebrow in Alex’s direction

“Agent Danvers. Pleasure to see you again. Although I wish it were under more auspicious circumstances.”

“Alex.” Kara’s cheeks bloom into a blush but she doesn’t move her hands from Lena’s waist. “We should probably talk.”

She doesn’t bother to answer, doesn’t bother to look behind her to make sure that the two women are following her as she makes her way to one of the conference rooms.

As soon as she hears Kara shut the door behind them, she whirls around.

“You think we should talk?! What should we talk about? You -“ She wags a finger at Kara, “- rushing off into danger without a second thought? Or you -“ She turns to Lena, “Hacking into the DEO comm system and launching an experimental missile at an alien ship. Or both of you - “ She gestures with both hands now, “-Hiding the fact that you’re in a relationship? An obviously pretty serious relationship at that!”

Lena just smirks, and Alex doesn’t know if she should further arrest her or hug her, because she maybe a Luthor and Alex may still not fully trust her, but it’s obvious that Kara loves her, and there’s no denying that she saved Kara’s life today.

The confusion makes her scowl deepen.

“Maybe you could Let Lena out of those cuffs and we could all grab some food and talk?” Kara suggests.

Alex rolls her eyes.

“Food? That’s what you’re concerned about?”

“Allleeexx? I saved the world, don’t I deserve potstickers?”

“Technically -“ Lena starts. “I saved the world.”

Kara pouts.

“”But I’m also okay with potstickers.”

Kara grins, and Alex’s mind is made up.

She may not trust Lena one hundred percent, but Kara does.

And that’s enough for her.

She moves to unlock Lena’s cuffs with a wry smile.

“I guess I’ll place an order in then.”

After she orders the food, she shoots off a text to Janson, asking hime to run a complete back-ground check on Lena.

What? Just because Lena saved the world once - okay twice - doesn’t mean she get to escape the background check.

Besides, she has a feeling that the junior prom photos Janson found are going to come in handy for black mail one day,

Who knows when she might need Lena on her side.

Especially when Kara and Maggie team up against them for Scrabble on game night.

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