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mccnstruck · 2 years

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under the spotlight.

characters: guitarist!kazuha x gn!reader

warnings: half-assed writing (i’m too tired to write in the language of flowers), ooc, a lil angst in the beginning, not proofread

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAZUHA MY LOVE MY LIFE MY MUSE MY GULAB JAMEN ILY ILY ILY (REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED) 🫶🏻🫶🏻

the nightmare creeping on to your legs and arms flee as you suddenly sit up on the bed. what once was a room filled with darkness and a sense of loneliness turned back into the room you shared with kazuha, the moon light shining onto your dresser. your mind was panicked, and you unconsciously grip onto kazuha’s hand in desperation. he stirs awake, blinking his eyes before you realized your mistake.

"lovely? what happened?"

you drown in guilt of waking your lover up beforehand and loosen your grip. "it's fine. go back to sleep."

he slowly sits up. "i'm awake. i can't sleep knowing you wont follow me into my dreams peacefully."

you sigh, nightmare fresh in your mind.

"it was about you. i just..." explaining the details sounded like pure hell. you shivered at just the thought of them.

"oh, dove," he says with a sudden frown. he holds your face in his hands and peppers kisses all over you.

"you...", a kiss to your cheek.

"will always..." a kiss to your temple.

"be my..." a kiss to your forehead.

"inspiration..." a kiss to your eyebrow.

"for everything," a kiss to your other cheek. he presses light kisses on the same place on your cheek, and you giggle from the sensation.

he rocks you both back and forth, while he mutters word of the future into your skin.

"you know, i'm gonna travel the world with you, only if you want to. and we can travel to all the places you want to go, and we can tour all over the world with the crew."

you smile. "and then, we can try different foods and maybe walk around different parks."

kazuha stops rocking the both of you. "maybe i might propose to you on stage."

now that leaves you flustered, your face burning under his touch.

"kazuha..."

"he looks back at you and smiles. "maybe on a tour to place you like. or maybe a smaller venue. who knows?"

"kazuha, but theres people who are going to watch us."

he kisses your cheek once more. "i'll make you forget there was ever a crowd in the first place."

you smile as he kisses you. but kazuha never realized that night...

…that he just gave you an idea.

standing in the vip section, you fiddle with the box in your pocket. do you look fine? you look at the mirror, check. the ring? you open the box to find a simple but symbolic ring, carved to fit a maple leaves. check. do you have confidence to go and make the biggest desicion ever in front of a crowd with more than ten thousand people?

...maybe you'll need that.

when the rest of 4nemo found out of you plan, venti slammed his hands in excitement.

"no WAY! oh my archons, kazuha's never going to expect this! and this is going to be the biggest event in history and-"

you smiled awkwardly. "that is... if i dont mess it up."

venti sighs and puts his finger to his chin in thought. "here's the plan."

now, sitting on a seat backstage, you wait for the song to end and kazuha to give his regards before the end of the concert. the drums vibrate throughout your ears and though the cheers and speakers drown out all other thoughts in your head, you will always recognize the bass guitar kazuha plays.

you will always recognize your kazuha.

the song ends, and you hears the screaming and cheering of fans and the lights twinkle around the music venue.

"hello, and thank you for once again coming to the 4nemo tour."

now is the moment you have waited for for months. you check everything and slowly walk behind the barrier between backstage and the eyes of around 10,000 people and the love of your life (hopefully, your fiancée in 5 minutes).

you take a deep breath and without kazuha noticing, tap venti's shoulder. he gives you his mic before giving you a thumbs up and a whispered "good luck". you smile. you'd consider it good luck if you didn't faint on-stage right now.

"being part of 4nemo has truly changed my life, and it was because of your undying support that us as a group and i as an individual have been moving forward on our journey to our passions and our aspirations."

you walk forward and hear the crowd screaming and waving their flashlights at your appearence. you almost giggle at thought of kazuha's confused face, but he continues to give his regards.

you kneel on one knee and paitently wait for kazuha to take a glimpse of what could possibly be behind him.

what future could possibly await him when he catchs you on one knee, trembling to ask such a big question.

the screams of fans saying to "look back" and "behind you" has kazuha exasperated. was it a problem with something? no, probably venti with his mischevious tricks. he sighs before looking back to see...

you? you were here all this time? and what were you doing on one knee?

kazuha realizes what is going on and his eyes widen. "i....what?"

you give a timid smile. "hello there."

the fans cheer and scream, and kazuha stares at you in shock. "love..what...?"

"you always are saying i am your muse for your music, but you never realized how much you were my muse for me. every moment i’m breathing, i find the colors of your guitar in the corner of my eye. i find you in the little details in my life. i find you in times of joy and in times of comfort. in the times you show me the newest song with pride, and the times we're on the swings, coming up with ideas at midnight. that night when i woke up from a nightmare, you said we would travel the world and you would propose to me."

you open the box and the ring shines in the light. you swear you catch a glimpse of kazuha covering his face with his sleeve, and you look back on the soft smile on xiao's face and aether and venti's excited ones. the crowds screams and yells "ask the question", but it deafens in your ears, only hearing kazuha's hitched breath.

you take a deep breath once more. you look up to kazuha's teared eyes and his mouth covered by his hands. "i wanted to ask if you're still up for the offer, but instead you would give me the honor of my ring on your hand."

you never hear a verbal response, but look up to see tears falling down on his cheeks, as he nods a yes. you gently pull his hand towards you and place your ring on the right finger, almost dropping it with how bad you’re shaking. his hand has a certain shine to it now, a shine that says he’s yours.

you stand up and kazuha buries his head into your shoulder. you feel him shaking and you hug him back, your own head in the crook of his neck. you hear a small “yes” whispered, and you smile and hug him tighter. the crowds screaming and the band’s cheering is a background noise as kazuha asks, “i thought you hated crowds, dove.”

you press a kiss to his cheek, and mutter your answer into his skin. “you make me forget there was ever a crowd in the first place."

mccnstruck

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ofmcna-blog · 7 years

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( baby !! angel !! my belOVED ! )

HEY BABES !! i’m kat, i’m 19 ( and i never fucking learned how to read !! ) and i’m so excited for this rp to open ! the concept is.. wow i love ?? especially with this messy, sad bitch i’ll introduce in a sec fajdslk. but i’m a k*rd supremacist, i haven’t gotten pcy’s verse in going crazy outta my head in days, i’ll always love parks and rec, and i’ve had three instances of deja vu so far today and it’s got me rly fucked up. i’m also from the ( weirdest fucking tz.. get it together nl ) gmt-2:30 tz if you’re wondering, which i doubt but still lmao. anyways, onto the opposite of my precious meme queen !! also, if you would rather plot over d*scord bc it’s easiest for me if i’m being honest, mine is FUCK ME UP S*WOO#2030 ( take out the asterisk and replace with an o, don’t want random fans adding me fjadsl ) ok ok now onto mona !!

i was gonna add my app for her here but i’m too lazy to make it all lowercase so fuck that jfkadls

ok mona jiyu choi, born and raised in toronto, ontario, aged 21 ( haven’t figured out her birthday yet so i’ll let you know what her signs are later lmao ), certified mess™

labelled the despondent which you’ll understand shortly ofc

born into a more affluent family, her dad was an ada and her mom a rising executive in a marketing firm, she was an only child and spent most of her days with her nanny and her neighbours’ kid — who was a rl fucking brat btw, atrocious, a mess, god

she was a fairly timid but happy-go-lucky kid, always a little nervous meeting new people but would immediately open up once you got ast that initial barrier

was fairly smart as well, her mom saw a lot of potential in her from a young age to make something of herself and was super encouraging, so was her dad

and it’s worth mentioning that while her parents didn’t have a lot of free time, they always tried to make it for her, they aren’t your basic neglectful rich parents but they are.. a bit much as of recently

anyways, so she grew up quite content all things considered, was well-mannered, enjoyed knowing that she was able to have whatever she wanted but never rly exercised that until she was older, just an overall p chill girl

also her parents divorced when she was sixteen and thankfully it was amicable and they're still good friends so !! that trope didn't fuck her over so moving on

but upon entering uni, pressured into joining her parents’ alma mater, she came to realize that they were, for a lack of better words, grooming her to become just like her mother — who had worked her way to being ceo of her company abt four years prior

and while becoming a high ranking employee for a business that she would be passionate abt was something she was here for, that’s not the direction she seemed to be heading in

her mom is.. quite hard-headed, dictatorial in some ways, and mona’s major, residence and co-op programs were all decisions that she had talked her into, bc it would make mona’s life easier and so she could hand over the reins to an heir

and bc of that, mona slowly became more closed-off, she felt rly unhappy but knew that fighting her mom on these things would be useless, so her complaints always went ignored

it’s all kinda hard to explain tbh, but she’ll tell you straight up that the second worst moment in her life was being accepted into marketing, and that the worst was the day that she let her mother dictate her future in every aspect

which was also the day that she gave her mom’s business partner’s son a chance just to appease her and keep her quiet

she does care for the boy, he has his life together and is very kind and driven, but she isn’t in love with him and that's perhaps the last thing to make her feel completely lost and displeased with herself

now they’ve been together for almost four years and she knows he’s going to propose soon; and while she doesn’t want this to happen, she’s all but accepted that this would be her life once she was no longer that happy, carefree child: appeasing others, feeling restricted, wishing she were someone else, somewhere else

entering the virtual world at complete random had her mortified, she didn’t know where the hell she was or what she was doing, but sooner or later she realized that here, she had the liberties she felt that she lacked and that had her intrigued

soon enough, she was dyeing her hair purple ( bc pls, purple!jisoo is a gift ), frequenting somewhat immoral places for the adventure and sleeping in past noon, something she hadn’t done in years

so now, coming to grips with the fact that here, she doesn’t have that looming engagement or her mother’s overbearing nature weighing her down, she can rediscover the girl that she once was in peace

PERSONALITY AND OTHER SHIT

a rly sad bean ok ??

like she’s discontent on so many levels and doesn’t rly know who she is anymore

that being said, she was a pessimist back in the real world, worn down by commitments and super indifferent abt many things

like she didn’t care if she got hit by a car, mugged, anything — it just felt like another bearable inconvenience to an already exhausting life

blunt, a bit jaded and vexing, just a v odd, negative girl ??

lost a lot of respect for her mom even if she still loves her, this whole thing made her bitter towards the older woman and even others ?? so she feels a bit guilty abt not wanting to go back even after all of that madness just after high school

here, she’s emerging from the cold hard exterior she’d seen slowly build itself up and desensitize her, she’s more fun-loving and becoming increasingly outgoing as time drags on

i had more to work with i swear

but i hadn’t expected this to open for intros and shit tonight so i’m just ???

i’ll make a follow-up tomorrow evening when i set up a proper plots page bc it’S LATE AND I HAVE TO BLOWDRY MY HAIR STILL !!

also just.. someone show her love, happiness, passion, creativity, all that good stuff again bc she misses it so much

so that’s mo in super simple terms, just hmu here or on d*scord if you wanna plot angels !!

#╳┊: — *taps mic* can you hear me ? •「 ooc. 」#virtualintro #i'm around for a couple of hours i think !! but yeah it's late here and i have work at 8:30 so

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Set it all free; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys, well after reading several Bohemian Rhapsody fanfics on some tumblr pages, I thought I might try to have my luck at it. Now please bear in mind this is my first time ever writing a fic about a Band. I don’t normally write about musicians (private message me about my reasons why) but after seeing the movie Bohemian Rhapsody last month, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Anyways I also got inspired after listening to Scar Jo’s song she did in the movie “Sing” to also help with this fic. So I hope you all enjoy this and any Queen fans out there, hope I didn’t make the boys to OOC or make this story suck.

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, bit of angst, fluff over all.

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It was a typical day at the studio. Being a college student doing an internship is a luck of the draw, getting that one in a million chance of interning under the biggest band in the world like Queen. That’s practically almost damned near impossible. But yet here I am.

Jim Beach or as Freddie likes to call him “Miami” hired me to help assist with the band during recording sessions as well as 3 weeks of touring with them. While being their intern, I got pretty close with the guys, I looked up to them as not only my mentors for music and songwriting (since I play and sing a little bit but never really had the confidence to perform in front of a live audience) but they became like 4 big brothers to me.

Sadly however tomorrow would be last day of the internship before the next world tour of Queen, which meant I wouldn’t see the guys until 6 months until then. So I tried to make do with the time I had with the guys left.

I was currently lying on the couch watching Deaky do his solo bass recording for their current next smash hit. Once he was done he asked.

“How was that?”

“Let us turn to our younger audience for approval,” Brian said into the mic so that Deaky could hear it. The boys then turned toward me. Of course me being a college student, they always wanted a “younger” persons perspective just to see if young people like me would bang their heads, or drum on their attiring wheels while the song played on the radio.

“What do you say darling? Will your people love it?” asked Freddie.

“Oh um please hold,” I played along and made my hands into a phone and then said in my best snotty business voice, “Queen it’s the Grammy’s you’ve just won the awards for Best Producers, Best Vocal performance in a duo/group and Best song of the year.”

“Oh darling you are too kind!” Freddie praised.

“In all seriousness it was great guys, you don’t have to always rely on me to be the barrier you need. Your breakout for Bohemian Rhapsody already proved your musical talents. Much better than ‘I’m in love with my car’.”

“Watch it squirt, I was just starting to like you” Roger threatened. I stuck my tongue at him playfully giggling.

For the rest of the day, it continued on watching the guys record again and again until it was up to Freddie’s image. Once the recording was done, the guys were now just lounging around drinking some beers while I was packing up to head back to my apartment.

“Okay guys, I’m about to take off.” I said.

“Oh come now (y/n) darling, stay for a while and have a couple of drinks with us” suggested Freddie.

“I can’t Fred, I’ve got an early class tomorrow and a shit ton of homework, if I miss this bus right now I’m officially gonna be late for classes tomorrow.”

“But love tomorrow’s your last day with us, and after that we won’t see you for years.” I went to argue when Brian interjected.

“It’ll only be six months Fred. Go on love, you’re free to go. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks Bri,” I then hugged and kissed the boys goodbye and said my farewells and they did the same for me.

I then raced out of the studio and headed towards the bus stop that was a few blocks away and thank God I made it just in time as the bus was coming. I paid my fee and took a seat and took out my journal and started writing my internship for the day, logging in how many hours I did and retailing the hours in total I now had so that they would count towards my Internship credit at the University.

By around 7pm I finally arrived at my neighborhood and did the remaining 5 block walk to mine and my boyfriend’s apartment. Oh yeah the one detail I left out, I live with my boyfriend Adam. We met at University, me being a music major as well as him so we hit it off pretty well.

He’s cute and pretty good looking, but sometimes his attitude can really be a real pain in the ass. Like when I first signed up for the internship, he at first didn’t want me to take it because that would mean I was always would be away from him. We had a fight about it till finally he just dropped it.

So things lately between us have been strained, so we’ve been trying to avoid each other, even though we live under the same roof which sometimes makes even going home awkward.

When I finally arrived at the door, I unlocked it and set my bags down with a groan and said.

“Baby I’m back.” But there was absolute silence. I thought it was a bit odd because he’s usually still here after dark, very rarely does he ever go out this late. “Adam? Adam you here?” I called out again. I looked around the usual placed of the flat where he would usually be but he wasn’t in the kitchen, the living room, not even his game room. So I decided maybe he was sleeping in our bedroom.

I walked down the hallway towards our shared bedroom and when I opened the door, my heart sunk.

Adam was asleep in bed alright, but he had another woman in his arms cuddled into his chest. I turned on the lights and screamed out.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Adam and the bimbo woke up and I saw that she looked like she belonged at a strip club with long blonde hair and possibly fake boobs.

“Hi, I’m Becky” the girl introduced herself in a bubble voice.

“Becky!?” I snarled.

Next thing I knew, I was tossing my now ex-boyfriend and his slut out of my flat. Adam was struggling to put his clothes back on as was Becky when Adam proclaimed.

“You were never around! What else was I supposed to do?”

“I did it for us Adam! You couldn’t have had the balls to breakup with me? No! Instead you bring this, this this—bimbo into our flat. And you sleep with her in our bed!” I then threw his prized guitar case at his chest which knocked him down to the ground.

“Oh sweetie I’m sorry. I think I left my hat in there could I maybe—” before Becky could even walk another step into the flat, I slammed the door in her face and pressed my back against the door.

‘Come on Becky, let’s get out of here!’ I heard Adam say.

I was in hysterics as I slid down onto my butt and tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t even be in this flat anymore. Without even thinking, I just bail out and took off running.

I didn’t care if people walking past me saw my crying, all I cared about was just getting as far away from my flat as I could. And I don’t know whether it was by some miracle nor do I know how I managed it, but I soon ended up back at the studio. And judging by the lack of the limos and other cars, I knew no one would be home.

Using my extra set of keys, I entered the studio and turned on a couple of lights so that I could see better. I first went into the loo and I finally saw how god awful I looked.

Blood shot red eyes, tearstains glistening on my cheeks, as well as mascara that made me look like a wasted raccoon. I turned on the tap and splashed some water on my face hoping to clean myself up before taking a towel and dapping my face lightly with it until I look slightly presentable.

I then walked into the recording booth and spotted the couch. I plopped down on it and grabbed the blanket that was over the top of it and covered my entire body with it, head and all.

Hoping and wishing that this couch would just eat me alive.

*3rd Person POV*

Around 8am sharp, the members of Queen well three of them anyways Brian, Roger and John arrived at the studio for another days of recording when they first took notice that the studio had been unlocked.

Worried that the place might’ve been ransacked, they rushed in but saw everything still in the right order. They noticed a couple lights were on so they walked towards the recording booth in the back of the studio and that’s when John noticed someone sleeping on the couch.

He quietly walked up towards the couch and removed the blanket just enough to reveal the head and that’s when he saw (y/n).

“It’s (y/n) guys.” He said quietly.

“What the bloody hell is she doing here this early?” Roger asked.

“I dunno” stated Brian.

“Should we wake her?” asked John.

“Good idea, you do it Deaky.” Roger said.

“Me? Why me why don’t you do it?”

“The last time I got on that girl’s bad side waking her up, I nearly had all my hair chopped off!”

“Hush you two! If you children keep arguing she will wake up.” Brian hissed quietly. He then shoved the other two out of the way and knelt down beside the couch and gently stroked her shoulder and whispered, “(Y/n), wake up love.” With that, (y/n) began to stir.

*My POV*

I grumbled as I felt myself waking up and the first thing I saw was Brian kneeling down in front of me. I looked up to also see Rog and Deaky standing a couple feet away from me. All three men looking at me with the same look.

Concerned.

“Hey” I stated tiredly with a hint of sadness.

“Morning (y/n). How long have you been here?” asked Brian.

“Don’t remember the time I got here, but it was pretty late. Ran all the way here from my flat.”

“Wait, wait hold on. You ran all the way from your flat to here? (Y/n) that’s like 3 bloody miles! Why did you come here?” Roger interrogated.

That’s when everything came back to me. Adam and her. Tears once again filled my eyes as I let out a couple of sobs.

“Way to go Roger you made her cry!” Deaky snarled.

“I didn’t mean to! (Y/n) love you know I—”

“It’s not you Rog. It’s not any of you.” I choked out.

“Then what is it? Come on love tell us,” Brian encouraged me as he had me sit up so he could sit beside me. Roger sat on the chair while Deaky came back with a box of tissues and sat on the other lounge chair beside Roger.

“When I got h-home last night. I—I found…..Adam. He was….He—he slept…..with another girl in our room!” I took a tissue and pressed it against my right eye as I let out a sob.

Now I have told the guys about my relationship. Around my 2nd week of my internship with the guys, we were all just hanging out and they were talking about their relationships/marriages and that’s when the boys started to interrogate me on if I had a special man in my life (mainly from Freddie) and of course when I said I did.

They wanted to know everything. It was like my four brothers became my four dads as they wanted his name, what he did for a living, how we met, how long the relationship had been going on for, and whether he was treating me right.

When I told them about the starting strain of the relationship, Roger almost wanted to go to my flat and beat the living shit out of Adam but I told him we were trying to work it out to avoid Roger Taylor being front page news of beating a young college boy. But of course he said, ‘so long as the headline say; ‘Roger Taylor defends girl’s honor’.’

“Where is he?!” Roger growled.

“Rog not now” Brian tried to keep the peace but Roger cried out.

“No! I made a promise that if he broke her heart I’d beat his bloody arse into a pulp! Now tell me (y/n) where is he?”

“I don’t know, and frankly I could give a shit. I should’ve just ended things when they got bad. This is my fault, maybe I deserved it.”

“Don’t say that love! You didn’t deserve anything. If anything he didn’t even deserve you.” Brian assured me as he rubbed my shoulder comfortingly.

“Adam was a dick to do that to you (y/n). And I agree with Brian he’s not worth it, not even your tears” Deaky said as he took another tissue and reached over and wiped away the tears from under my eyes. I looked between the three of them and just before I could say anything, the doors opened the Freddie came strutting in.

“Alright lads let’s get straight to—(y/n) why the long face darling?” he asked.

“Her boyfriend was shagging another girl last night in their flat.” Roger said clearly still wanting to kill Adam.

“Oh no, come here dear,” he came right over to me and took my hands and stood me up so that he could embrace me tightly in his arms. “Deaky, why don’t you and Rog go and make her a cup of tea, Bri see if we still got any leftover sweets.” The three of them left the booth leaving Freddie and I alone. “Did you stay here all night?”

“Yeah I just—I just couldn’t stay in that flat I…..”

“Shhh, there, there darling. Not another word about it, he was a wanker. All little boys are.” I managed out a smile. “There’s that smile I love so much darling,” he gently brushed his thumb against my cheek and lifted my chin to look up at him as he continued, “You can stay here and take it easy. You don’t have to worry about doing any work, and if anyone questions your lack of work for your final day, I’ll out in a good word for you.” He winked down at me just as Brian came back with the bowl of sweets Deaky bought a couple weeks ago, and both Rog and Deaky came back with a cup of warm tea.

The boys then guided me to a private room located next to the recording booth that felt more like a lounge room that the guys would use to just sit around if they ever needed a private moment to focus on songwriting or whatever.

Freddie set me down at the small love seat, Roger had taken the blanket that I had used last night and placed the blanket over my shoulder, Brian placed the bowl of sweets at my lap, and Deaky finally handed me my cup of tea. Judging by the smell of it, it was my favorite brand; Jasmine.

“You just take all the time you need to get settled, and if you need us, we’ll gladly drop everything and help you out.” Said Brian.

“You guys don’t have to do all that—”

“Nonsense darling. You’re hurting and we can’t allow you to be sad. It’s a crime in itself. We won’t take no for an answer. Whatever you need, no matter how big or small, you just let us know. No matter how busy we are” Freddie interjected.

I looked between the four of them and just couldn’t believe my luck. The biggest rock band in all the world, were my angels sent from above to help me through my heartbreak.

“I swear you should change the band from Queen to Angels.”

“Darling the only angel among us is you” said Freddie as he gently stroked down my hair and planted a kiss at the top of my head before leaving the lounge room. Brian gave me a sideways comforting hug before kissing my temple, Deaky came up and kissed my cheek then Roger came up and kissed my other cheek before ruffling my hair messing it up to which I playfully shoved him making him chuckle.

Once the guys left me alone to begin their work, I sat there drinking my tea and snacking on as many sweets as I could. About 10-15minutes into just sitting around, I just knew I had to play a song, but not just any song. I was getting inspired to make my next song that I had in mind. So finding some paper and a pen and noticing one of Brian’s guitars still in the lunge room, probably from the last time he must’ve been in here to just do some strumming or whatever.

I knew he wouldn’t mind cause he offered that if anytime I wanted to play, I was allowed to use his guitars so long as I didn’t break them cause otherwise he’d curse me for eternity. I sat down on the floor and just did some strumming while I hummed trying to find the melody of my song first.

I tried about three different tunes until I finally found the right rhythm of the song. Then came the lyrics. Now as mentioned before I have written songs in the past but like with any song it’s not always easy but thanks to some of the tips that the boys have given me, I simply wrote what I was feeling down on the page.

The first and second verse came pretty easy to me but the chorus was where I started struggling with the most. I quietly strummed the rhythm to myself as I sang what I was thinking.

“I can finally see it’s not just your name. When you set it all fr—free. No, no that’s not it,” I scribbled out the first few lines of the chorus and tried it again. I then turned Brian’s guitar and played the tune again as I muttered the new lyrics this time, “When you set it all free, all free, all free. You set it all free”.

“(Y/n)?” I looked up to see Freddie standing by the door way. His eyes widened almost in shock as he just stared right at me. “Have you—been writing that song this whole time?”

“Well, not the whole time. I’ve only been just finished the first half of it in what—” I looked up at the clock to see that two hours have gone by since I started. “Two hours, wow that long? Is it bad?”

“‘Is it bad?’ Darling, it’s amazing! You have to sing it for us!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa Fred slow down. You know how I feel about singing, I can barely sing in front of you guys without almost having a breakdown.”

“No worries darling, we’ll work on that. Just show us what you’ve got so far, please I would really like to hear it.” He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes of his and I knew I couldn’t refuse.

“Alright” I groaned before he cheered and took my hand and dragged me back to the booth.

“My darlings, our little rock angel has been working on a song of her very own and I say we give it a listen to it.” The boys turned toward me and Deaky said.

“Is it true (y/n)?”

“Yeah I’ve uhh—it’s just something I thought would help me out with—you know.” At that moment, the boys dropped their things and sat in front of me anticipatingly like little children ready for a story from their teacher. I knew then I had no other choice.

I sat down at the couch in the correct posture and tuned Bri’s guitar to the right key and strummed a couple of times. I then began to sing as much of the song as I had ready singing the first two verses and then the chorus. Once I was done, I looked to the guys and they all now looked like profession record producers as they muttered and whispered to one another.

“It’s not complete yet and I know it still needs work but I just—”

“Quiet for a second darling, the adults are talking.” Freddie said as he held up his finger gesturing me to be quiet. They continued talking before nodding and standing up.

“Well (y/n), you were right there is a lot of work to be done with the song” Roger started off, “First of all it needs more than just a guitar, the first few lyrics should be introduced by drums, not strums of a guitar.”

“Secondly you’ll need a base to pick up rhythm of your melody on the guitar” John said.

“And of course the lyrics need more, plus some rewriting just a couple of the words.” Stated Brian.

“But this song will truly be a smash hit.” Finished Freddie. I smiled at them and we all then got to work.

For months I met up with the guys to work on the song, improve on the lyrics and hear the accompaniment they’ve come up with on how the song will sound all together. I then got gutsy and whenever I would record my guitar solo I had in mind for the song after one day in class, I played it for the guys and they all sat there in shock, even Brian, “The Guitar playing God” of Queen was blown away with what I had done.

Finally Queen was ready for their second tour. This time worldwide. We were about to tour everywhere from coast to coast of Europe, across America, to Rio, Japan, China and even Australia. Then one day just before our show in New York City, the Big Apple itself. I was backstage helping some of the crew set up for the show when Roger called for me to their dressing room.

I followed behind him and when I entered I saw the guys all sitting around looked dead at me. I was confused and asked them.

“What’s going on?”

“(Y/n), we’ve been talking and it’s time.” Brian said.

“Time for what?”

“In the middle of our set, we are going to introduce you and have you sing the song that we’ve helped you with.” Said Freddie.

Shock doesn’t even compare to what I was feeling.

“No I—I can’t this is…..I can’t sing out there. This is a Queen concert not a Queen featuring an unknown college girl who thinks she’s a singer. I can’t I won’t sorry wrong number I refuse!”

“But you can’t darling, you’ve got to finally show that wanker Adam that he hasn’t won in breaking your heart. Show him up on that stage that he didn’t break you down, that he didn’t get to you. Own that stage just as I do.” Freddie said as he placed his hands on my shoulders looking me right in the eye.

“Freddie I—what if I screw up? You know how I feel about big crowds and this—this show is sold out. I know I’ll choke. Why can’t you sing it?”

“Because this is your song darling, and I won’t take credit for a song that isn’t mine. Especially one that is personal to you”.

“And you won’t be alone up there love, you’ll have us backing you up.” Brian said as he came up to me. I looked at all four of them and they all looked like they really wanted me to do this. I sighed deeply and said.

“How long do I’ve got to get ready till showtime?” The boys all cheered and they all guided me towards the makeup room. The boys each had an idea of how I should look on stage and what my wardrobe should look like, for they didn’t want me to be a frilly princess cause they all knew I hated that, but they didn’t want me making a slut of myself.

So in the end, I was in long black jeans that flapped out at the ankles, a wore a dark grey patterned black shirt with a black leather jacket. My makeup was a basic base with a dash of sparkling blue eyeshadow and to add to my eye makeup, my eyes were given wings to make them really pop out. And to top it all off, Freddie had actually asked Mary to go by apartment and I was given Becky’s light grey flat cap.

I looked at myself in the mirror and almost couldn’t believe that this was really me. I twirled a bit of my long hair and said.

“This is so—scary.”

“Honey you never looked better,” Freddie said as he came up behind me and looked at me in the mirror. “Our little angel is ready to fly, and she is going to give those two arseholes a reason to fear her.” A knock was soon heard and the stage manager called out.

“Five minutes till curtain gentlemen.”

“Stay lose to the stage, we’ll give a proper introduction dear,” Fred kissed my cheek and the boys all filed out giving me either a nod or a gentle pat telling me all would be well.

The right at 8pm on the dot, the introduction of Bohemian Rhapsody began to play on stage and the crowd went nuts.

The boys gave the audience a well earned Queen show, singing all the favorites like “Bohemian Rhapsody”, “Somebody to Love”, “Killer Queen”, “We Will Rock you” followed by “We Are the Champions”, and “Crazy Little thing called love” and “Another one bites the dust”.

It was then Freddie gave the crowd as well earned “Ay oh” which they all echoed back. He kept the audience on their feet with how quick he would sing the note or have them screaming when he would hold a note. At the end he proclaimed.

“Alright!” The crowd all cheered loudly. “Now ladies and gentlemen, this next song is gonna be something different. It’s written by a wonderful friend of ours, heck she’s an angel to us. But tonight, she will finally break out and we shall witness first hand of a future Rock Angel being born. So New York we’d like you to give a warm, Queen welcome to (y/n) (l/n)!” The crowd all cheered and I was practically frozen backstage.

I almost didn’t want to move but I took a deep breath and slowly walked out onto the stage adjusting Becky’s hat on my head with my head held high and the guitar in my hands.

The audience cheered louder as I came up on stage and Freddie turned to me and embraced me and I somehow heard him say through the screaming crowd.

“Own the stage darling, we’re right behind you.” I then walked up center stage up to the mic that Fred had adjusted to my size. Even though I couldn’t see the audience, I knew what the stage’s size was and had seen all the seats before showtime and I already had pictured in my mind that all of them were filled and they were all looking right up at me.

I turned to Freddie and he mouthed to me.

‘Breathe.’ I took a big shaky breath in and exhaled out as I closed my eyes before opening them once more. I turned towards Brian, Rog and John and they all nodded to me.

I adjusted the guitar in my hands and had everything plugged in thanks to the team and I took my right foot and slammed it down on the stage.

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Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Like a heartbeat.

Roger then accompanied me with the drums and I turned to see Brian, Fred and John clapping their hands in the air to get the audience to clap along. Soon thousands of people were clapping in unison as I began my song.

*Me (Queen)*

I followed my heart into the fire Got burned, got broken down by desire I tried, I tried but the smoke in my eyes Left me blurry, blurry and blind

John and I soon picked up the accompaniment with the guitar and base. I turned towards Fred who stood at the piano and he gave me a confident nod before allowing me to take the stage for a while. I then turned the volume up on my guitar and once the chorus hit I just let go.

I picked all the pieces up off the ground I've burned all my fingers but that's gone now Got the glue in my hands

I'm stickin' to the plan Stickin' to the plan that says

"I can do anything at all” I can do anything at all

This is my kiss goodbye You can stand alone and watch me fly 'Cause nothing's keeping me down gonna let it all up Come on and say right now, right now, right now This is my big hello 'Cause I'm giving, never letting go I can finally see, it's not just a dream When you set it all free, all free, all free

You set it all free (Oh oh oh) (Oh oh oh) (Oh oh oh)

Feeling more confident, I then took off Becky’s hat and tossed it into the audience and I continued the song. My boys backed me up on the vocals but for the main singing, they left it all to me.

I was a girl caught under your thumb But my star's gonna shine brighter than your sun And I will reach so high (so high), Shoot so far (shoot so far) (She’s) Gonna hit, gonna hit, hit every target

Make it count this time I will make it count this time

This is my kiss goodbye You can stand alone and watch me fly 'Cause nothing's keeping me down I'm gonna let it all out Come on and say right now, right now, right now This is my big hello 'Cause I'm here and never letting go I can finally see, It's not just a dream When you set it all free, all free, all free

You set it all free (oh oh oh) You set it all free (oh oh oh) You set it all free (oh oh oh)

It was then Brian and I doubled out on our guitar duets. But when the moment came for me to explode on the guitar solo I had in mind, Brian allowed me the chance to shine so that he wouldn’t upstage me (like I mentioned, even he feared me at this solo).

I then sang in acapella for a brief moment letting my sorrow take over for a brief second but refused to shed anymore tears as Roger came back up with the drums and the rest of the boys followed behind me as we finished the song.

This is my kiss goodbye You can stand alone and watch me fly 'Cause nothing's keeping me down I'm gonna let it all out Come on and say right now, right now, right now This is my big "hello" 'Cause I'm here and never letting go I can finally see, It's not just a dream When you set it all free, all free, all free

You set it all free (oh oh oh) You set it all free (oh oh oh) You set it all free (oh oh oh) You set it all free (oh oh oh) You set it all free

I slid across the stage on my knees as I just allowed my final solo to take over and then die down. I was so overcome with the adrenaline the entire stage was almost silent to me. But when I began to recover, I could hear stadium cheers of a real Queen audience, only they weren’t cheering for Queen.

The roar of applause was for me.

I couldn’t even get up as I was overcome with emotion lowering my head and sobbing tears of happiness. I was soon lifted by Brian and engulfed into a group hug by my four boys.

“Didn’t I tell you all? We just witnessed the birth of a true Rock Angel! Give it up one more time for (y/n) everybody!” Freddie proclaimed into the microphone. I waved to the audience and raced backstage.

After the second half of the concert was done and our trip to New York was over, the boys came piling into the dressing room where I was recuperating after my performance and I was once again tackled into a group hug of them all piling up on the couch and hugged the hell out of me.

“Oh darling you were amazing out there!”

“You were fantastic!”

“You are a Rockstar now love, welcome to the club!”

All their praises made me feel so good in side and made me forget all about my heartbreak.

“I say this calls for a celebration!” Proclaimed Freddie. He then took out the champagne and poured into five glasses and we each took a glass and Freddie toasted, “To our lovely and sweet angel (y/n). Who proved today that heartbreak is never the end. You prevail through it and become one beautiful, shining star in the heavens. To (y/n)!”

“To (y/n)!” The boys praised as they toasted to me. I lightly clanged my glasses to them and I added.

“But none of this would’ve been possible without you guys giving me the confidence to get on that stage.”

“No love, that was all you. We didn’t do a damn thing.” I smiled at them and we continued the celebration long into the night.

*Extended ending*

It was another several months after and Roger and I spent the day together. He was actually helping me move into a nearby flat that was right around the corner of where he and his wife were currently living that was up for sale.

After helping me move in, we had lunch together and that’s when someone tapped my shoulder so I lowered my sunglasses and saw Adam standing over me.

“Hey (y/n).” he said quietly.

“Adam.” At his name Roger went to sit up but I took his wrist and held him back.

“Listen, I’ve been doing some thinking and I was a real wanker for bringing Becky into our flat and sleeping with her. I want you back baby, you’re my best girl the love of my life and I can’t live without you. Please will you take me back.”

Oh I knew exactly what kind of game he was playing. For you see shortly after my first concert with the band in New York, record companies left and right were trying to have a piece of me but I stuck close with my boys and had Miami be my record executive.

Currently now I am in the works of my first album and on a few songs I do have my boys featured with me. I was being paid big money while Adam here probably got dumped by Becky by the look of his unclean state and needed to be supported now, so he thinks he can crawl back to me and hope that I’ll forgive him for breaking my heart just so he can live off my well-earned money.

I put my shades back over my eyes and I said to him right in his face.

“You were. The way you turned your back on me after three years of a relationship that meant nothing to you but everything to me. You are worse than Paul if not up to his speed Adam. Which is why I am going to do to you what I should’ve done the very first day I met you in the University cafeteria.”

I then took my ice cold water that had just been refilled, took him by the loop of his pants and dumped the water down his pants. He cried out at the freezing cold on his balls while I took my pasta and dumped it all over his head and then topped him off with Roger’s pie to his face.

I didn’t even care if I had an audience watching me, he deserved to be humiliated just like he humiliated me.

“Tell Becky I said hi.” I sneered happily as I grabbed my jacket and walked away. I felt Roger’s arm go around my shoulder and he said.

“Couldn’t have done it better myself love, I’m so proud of you.”

“Really cause I can still feel my hands shaking.” We both laughed and he brought me close in a one armed hug as he kissed the top of my head and we headed back to my new flat.

#bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rapsody movie #bohemian rhapsody imagines #bohemian rhapsody imagine #queen imagine #queen imagines #roger taylor #brian may #john decon #freddie mercury #roger taylor x reader #brian may x reader #bohem!rhap x reader #freddie mercury x reader #john deacon #john deacon x reader

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another-insanewriter · 5 years

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Partners in Crime (Bakugo Katsuki x Eijirou Kirishima)

“You never took us alive. We swore that death would do us part, so now we haunt you in the dark.”

Summary: Katsuki and Eijirou are villains plotting their next heist. What happens if everything doesn't go according to plan?

Genre: ANGST

Warning(s): Major Character Death

Author’s Note: Uhm... OOf? Sorry I know its angsty but like I had this idea and I just had to write it. Sorry its kinda OOC but... yeah okay I'm gonna stop apologizing now. I hope you enjoy this, thanks for reading.

Word Count: 1,146

Eijirou fiddles with his fingers as Katsuki drives them down the road in the direction of their next heist location. Katsuki seems to notice his fidgeting and reaches over, pressing a hand into Kirishima’s. “Ei, relax we’ve go this it’ll be fine,” Katsuki says quietly squeezing his hand gently.

Eijirou glances over at him and nods quickly before tapping his toe slightly. “What if the same thing happens as last time?” He asks gulping, his lips pursing.

Katsuki screams in anger as he blasts an AP Shot at the store owner before she could hit the button to call emergency service. Eijirou can hardly do anything other than stare in horror as the owner’s shirt catches on fire, squeals of pain erupting from her lips and her hand hits the button before anything else can happen. “Kacchan! We have to get out of here!” A voice calls from behind them. Midoriya, Eijirou’s mind supplies, although he can hardly even think properly, his head spinning.

Only when Izuku lets out a screech and Eijirou looks back to see a hero pinning him down to the ground does he fully grasp the situation. ‘This is a set-up… They knew we were coming,’ he tells himself looking desperately around for Katsuki. Izuku just yells at them to go, but Eijirou can’t, he can’t move not until he finds Bakugo. He can’t leave without Bakugo, he won’t leave without him. There’s screaming, so much screaming. It drives him crazy.

He clocks out almost completely until Katsuki is yelling in his ear. They’d made it back home, how and when, Eijirou couldn’t say, he didn’t know. But Katsuki was there with him and that’s all he could ask for. It’s all he could ask for to be safe with Katsuki, wrapped up in his arms, holding him close.

Kirishima shakes his head, trying to clear his brain. Of course the same thing wouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t lose Katsuki. He couldn’t lose Katsuki. He wouldn’t be able to live if he lost Katsuki. Eijirou glances up, looking over at Katsuki, a slight frown on his features as he watches him driving. He squeezes his hand a bit tighter, not wanting him to let go.

“Ei, everything we’ll be fine, we’re prepared for this, stop stressing so much,” Bakugo brings Eijirou’s hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, still keeping his eyes on the road in front of them.

“We lost Deku last time, Katsuki,” he says quietly, frowning. “I can’t lose you too,” he adds, barely above a whisper. Katsuki’s face softens at his statement.

“You’re not going to lose me, Ei,” he responds softly, smiling gently at Eijirou before turning his gaze back to the road. “I don’t plan on letting them take me, or you, easily.” Kirishima only nods slightly in response, not saying anything else, pursing his lips slightly. He still was worried about what would happen, but he wouldn’t speak out about it again. Bakugo already knows that he was paranoid. Although he had good reason to be, even if he didn’t know that he should be.

Unbeknownst to either Kirishima or Bakugo, there were multiple pro-heros waiting for them, having expected their next heist location. They were blissfully unaware, but in the end it would ruin everything for them. All Might, Eraserhead, Present Mic, Midnight and Thirteen all laid in wait for the two villains, making their way towards them. Once the two reach their location they park a-ways down the street just as planned. They walk around the back of the bank, working their way into the building silently through the back employee entrance. They make their way in to the vaults relatively easily, finding one lone employee who stares at them appalled.

“Empty out the vault, and me and my doll will be on our way,” Katsuki smirks threateningly at them as Eijirou holds open a bag, a similar smirk on his lips. So far, the plan was running through rather smoothly as the employee begins passing the cash towards them, hardly even putting up a fight. That is until, the alarms start blaring in their ears when they only had the vault about a quarter of the way emptied. Eijirou’s eyes go wide at the sudden sound.

“Musutafu Police Department! Come out with your hands up, we have the place surrounded,” Hizashi’s booming voice fills the building causing a groan to escape Eijirou’s lips at the frequency, holding his head.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Katsuki swears, quickly tying up the bag with what they’ve got. “We need to get out of here, we’ve got more than enough, there’s got to be at least 12 million yen in here,” he says, reaching over to grab Kirishima’s hand, yanking him back in the direction them came but when they open the door All Might is standing there in front of them.

“You’ll never take us alive!” Eijirou screams at him slamming the door, dragging Katsuki along with him this time. “Katsuki, we need to get out of here,” he says worriedly. He could practically hear every footstep as the pro hero’s zero them in at the center of the building. “We need to get out. We can’t get caught. We can’t let them catch us.”

“I swear… only death will do us part, Eijirou,” Katsuki whispers, hardly paying attention to the surroundings and the nearing heros as he pulls Eijirou in for a searing kiss. Kirishima feels his knees go weak as he practically melts into Bakugo’s kiss, arms wrapping tight around his neck.

“Come out with your hands up!” Hizashi’s voice supplies even louder and closer than before, causing the two to break apart to cover their ears, the shrillness of his voice causing them to bleed. Eijirou looks up to meet Katsuki’s gaze, eyes widened in fear. It was a matter of moments before they were surrounded. There were the five pro-heros as well as multiple soldiers with them. There was no way that the two of them could escape, it was impossible. They were stuck in a very very bad situation and they both knew that would be no way to get out.

“You are surrounded. There is no escaping this, villains. You’re trapped,” Toshinori states with confidence, a smile plastered over his face. “Why? Because I am here.” Bakugo looks into Kirishima’s eyes.

“I’ll repeat… You’ll never take us alive,” Katsuki says, not moving his gaze from Eijirou’s as he leans into Eijirou.

“I love you,” Kirishima whispers, already knowing what Bakugo was planning. While he was scared, he would accept what was to come. He couldn’t let them seperate them. It just couldn’t happen.

“I love you, too,” Katsuki whispers before pressing their lips together, a short moment before the explosion happens and the two villainous lovers fall under the rubble, caught at the center.

#bakushima #bnha #this is really angsty #no joke #beware the angst #major character death #fanfiction #another-insanewriter

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adriennescomingbacktolife · 4 years

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(OOC: This is collab piece with the handler of Silvio Leon. The writer(Ampersand) is extremely talented and I absolutely recommend that you expand your horizons and check their site out.

https://oracularmysteries.wordpress.com/

Thanks!)

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“Hey, you made it!” Silvio beamed as his client and co-worker walked through the front doors of the coffee shop. He’d already settled in at a table, a cold brew, a pink cake pop and his deck of cards set out before him. The shop was relatively sparse, though a few people milled about, sipped their drinks, or tapped away at their laptops. The air was redolent of coffee, brewing tea, rich pastries, and the walls were hung with art from local creators. “You want a coffee or a tea or anything? My treat.” Adrienne Levi, phone in hand, was just finished firing off a text when she acknowledged Silvio with a smile. Sitting across from him, she finally answered. “Oh, um, mint tea if they have it.” “Sure!” He got to his feet, nodding toward the counter. “Back in a flash. Anything you want to nibble on?” “Surprise me.” Silvio gave Adrienne a little salute before heading back to the counter, returning a few minutes later with a steaming cup of fragrant tea and a croissant dusted with sugar and slivers of almonds. “Figured this would be a good combo,” he said, setting the food down for her and taking his seat again. “Don’t want to do a reading on an empty stomach, y’know?” He leaned back and sipped at his coffee. “So, have you ever done this before? With the tarot cards, I mean.” Taking a sip as well, Adrienne shook her head. “I’ll be honest. I’m kinda intimidated by this. Not by you personally.” Her voice was quiet, just loud enough for the table. “I think perhaps by the idea of the unknown. Skeptics would say that you’re just good at reading people.” Almost down to a whisper, as if those people could be listening. “But it feels like something not easily explained.” She paused, perhaps feeling ridiculous. Her normal conversational tone resumed. “Sorry, sometimes I talk too much. No, I haven’t is what I mean.” “Aw, I don’t think that at all. I like hearing people tell their stories.” He picked up the deck and started shuffling it. “I’m asking because I just want to let you know things might get kinda personal. The cards might tell me things you would rather I not know, and that’s fine. If things start getting a little too intense, let me know and we’ll stop. I don’t want to be poking my nose where it doesn’t belong. Is that cool?” Adrienne bit into the croissant, taking care not to dump sugar all over her t-shirt. Between chews, she acknowledged Silvio’s conditions. “Very.” “Okay, then, let’s get started.” Spreading the cards across the table between them, he sat back and gestured with an open hand. “I need you to choose six of the cards here. Think about what you want answers to; it’ll help guide the reading.” Adrienne’s hands hovered over the cards, feeling trepidation over a choice that could be considered rather mundane. Silently, she separated six of them in no particular pattern. This was after much thought, she had no real idea of what these cards were except that maybe one of them meant that she would die any moment. Or one saying that she’d become a princess and have her own castle. That lack of knowledge released her to allow someone who clearly knew what he was doing to take over. “There. Six cards.” Lacing her hands on her lap, she sat up, watching Silvio intently now. “Alright. We’re going to do the universal six-card spread reading. If I need to stop at any time, just let me know. First, we’re going to see how you’re feeling right now.” Turning over the first card revealed an illustration of an angel blowing on a trumpet. Below it, grey-skinned men, women, and children rose joyously from their crypts, arms raised. “Judgment. You’re feeling like you’re putting a chapter of your life behind you or moving on to a new phase. But that’s not a bad thing. You’re sort of taking stock and figuring out where to go next.” Glancing up at her, he said, “I think that fight you had with Lab Rat King was a turning point. There was something different about that match, wasn’t there?” The nightmares could attest to that. And while some of the lesser wounds had started to fade away, the boot shaped bruise on Adrienne’s neck had started to color up like the prettiest sunset. “Didn’t feel like it was a fight, Silvio. I don’t know what that was. Like it was the worst night in a long time but afterwards, people started talking. No one’s ever paid much attention to me. Kinda weird.” He nodded and turned over the next card. “Let’s look at what you want.” The second card showed a crowned man seated on a throne, holding a scepter and looking out with a stern expression. “The Emperor. You want the support of a male figure in your life. I’m guessing that’s probably Knox for your upcoming match.” Looking up to meet her eyes, his brow knit. “You still okay, or do you want to stop? We’re about to get into what your fears might be.” Adrienne thought about Knox briefly. He had been polite at every turn. But he had also dictated her involvement in that match. But she didn’t fear what he may do. She felt empowered to voice any discontent with him. This certainly was not the norm for any woman much less Adrienne. But Silvio’s insistence of continuing consent was refreshing. Instinctively, she looked around, just in case someone was eavesdropping. “I’m okay.” He nodded and turned over the next card to reveal a figure of an old, white-bearded man shrouded in grey. In one hand the old man held a staff and in the other a lantern he held aloft. “The Hermit.” Silvio looked thoughtful, lips pursed as he tapped the card lightly with one fingertip. “You’re kind of the odd person out here. In a group of four, you’re the only woman. There might be some fear there that you’re not going to get the kind of support you need. Those douche canoes you’re facing off against said and did some pretty shitty stuff to you. It was inappropriate floor to ceiling, but I get the feeling they’re not used to having somebody point out their asshattery as specifically and incisively as you have. Knox stepped in, but let’s be real - no guy is ever going to understand being targeted like that. You are unique in this particular scenario, and maybe there’s some trepidation about what that means.” He took another sip of his coffee to give them both a moment. “You still cool about going on? The next card is going to deal with what you’ve got going for you.” She put a finger on the Hermit card. All of the other women in this company seemed so complete. Completely actualized. She knew that wasn’t the case but the card struck a chord alright. Sharing a few words here and there was one thing, but she felt out of place. Adrienne just wished she had someone to talk to other than her mother. Looking up, she nodded back. “Yeah. I’m good with this.” The next card he turned over showed a woman robed in white and wreathed in flowers with a serene expression on her face. Bent at the waist, she calmly holds the jaws of a fierce-looking red lion. “Strength.” He smiled and looked up at her with dark eyes that spark with delight. “Not that surprising. You’ve been showing everyone time and time again how much heart you have; how courageous you are. That’s what you’ve got going for you. That’s what’s going to see you through this. It will not fail you.” “Is that one real?” She twirled a strand of her dark hair nervously. “I mean, they all sound pretty right. I feel pretty pathetic sometimes. This summer’s been the first time I’ve ever been out of Clearwater by myself.” “There’s a Japanese saying I like. ‘Fall down seven times, get up eight.’” The fortune teller looked at her with a gentle smile. “Everybody has rough times. Everybody fails. That isn’t always your fault - you can do everything right and still not win. That’s not you being pathetic - that’s just life. What matters is that afterward, you still get up and you try again. You aren’t weak for losing. You’re strong because you don’t let it stop you. I’ve seen you fight. I see you changing and adapting with each match you have. And y’know what? Whoever thinks of you as weak does so at their own peril. You have the right heart for all of this. Everything else - your physical conditioning, your mic work, your move set - those are all things you can learn. You can’t teach heart. You either got it or you don’t. Believe me - if and when we ever get into the ring together, I’m not going to be stupid enough not to take you seriously.” “Thank you, that could actually be fun. And not terrifying.” Silvio grinned and turned over the next card to show a robed woman sitting between black and white pillars, a crescent moon at her feet and a diadem on her head. He clucked his tongue and raised a brow. “Ah hah. See, I kinda feel like this is cheating since you already told me, but what you’ve got working against you is insecurity. Those feelings might be coming from within or they might be imposed from without. But whatever the case, there’s some Doubting Thomas in your life. Ignore them. They don't know what they’re talking about. You’re on the right track.” There was that first urge to stop. She barrelled through, fingers clutching the gold band on her finger. “I guess. You’re ...you’re talking about Danny, right?” Adrienne still wasn’t clear on how this worked so maybe she was just confirming what was obvious. “Danny’s complicated. But th-there’s one more, I’m okay with that.” Silvio’s brow knit and he gave her an apologetic look. “Hey, I’m sorry if that struck too close to home. And, maybe that is who the card’s addressing, but you would know better than me. This last card is how things are all gonna turn out. You’re sure you want me to read it for you? If you want a minute, that’s fine.” Settling her nerves, Adrienne smiled. “I’m ready. I’ve worked so hard and sometimes I’m not sure what for. Stopping now would be unfair to … me.” He nodded and flipped the last card to reveal a woman suspended in the sky, swathed in blue silk and surrounded by a wreath of greenery. In each hand, she held a baton. “The World. This is good. Success and fulfillment. This is going to be the culmination of your endeavors and hard work. I’m pretty sure you’re going to break out into a win here for Chaos 95, and it could not be more deserved. I, for one, cannot wait to see you pummel that skin melting penis-faced manifestation of toxic masculinity with below average hair and his mopey, complicit little crony who clearly missed the entire point of Watchmen and is likely salivating over the prospect of jerking one out to the, fabled ‘Snyder Cut.’” He gave a little shrug. “Pardon my language there.” Adrienne shrugged. “You’re cool. They’re jerks for sure. But they’re also the real deal.” She looked at the card. Everything felt right, but this one resonated with her. The words he said, and the art. Adrienne had come a long way. She’d been Danny’s girl for so long. And in the darkness, she was less. Face down, with a forearm against the back of her neck, she’d been told her place explicitly by a monstrosity she didn’t want to name right now. But this image here defied that. “But I’m prepared for them, Silvio. And I realized that they aren’t an exception here. They’re caricatures, but I know better. I’m going to drag them all out into the light.” “Hell yeah, you are!” he laughed. “I mean, dang, we’ve each gotten our shit rocked by Knox at this point, so we both know he’s a strong partner to have. Those jack wagons have shown everyone their true colors, and now they’re upset at people calling them out for what they really are. Disinfect them with sunlight, Adrienne. They might be a real deal, but there’s a reason to forgo Great Values for name brand, y’know?” Sweeping up the cards, he took out a box for them from a backpack he had hanging off the chair behind him. “I gotta head out soon, but I have a gift for you. I do my readings for my promos with just the Major Arcana cards, but there are also four suits that you can use along with them. Wands, cups, pentacles, and swords. There’s one that made me think of you.” Pausing to stick his cake pop in his mouth, he shuffled through the deck before coming to the card he wanted, then drew it out between his index and middle finger. “Here you go. The Queen of Swords.” He laid a card between them. It showed a woman seated on a throne wearing a crown of butterflies upon her head. She was dressed in regal fashion, and held a sword in one hand while the other was extended forward. Behind her, grey clouds gathered on the horizon. “The sword suit’s element is air. She holds a sword in one hand and holds the other out in greeting; she’s open, but doesn’t lack self protection. Her open hand can also be interpreted as putting thought into action. The butterflies she’s crowned with indicate free thinking and an active intellect.” Silvio tapped the clouds gently with one finger tip. “The dark clouds here signify that she has known sorrow in the past, but she is not letting that prevent her from seeking the horizon. She is determined, independent, and isn’t afraid to tell it like it is.” The card is pushed across the table to Adrienne. “It’s yours.” If it were anyone else, the little gasp would have looked facetious. Like any person, Adrienne had received a number of gifts over her life. Rarely, if ever, had she been given something that was given to her - with her in mind. The recently departed bike was a gift with the implication that Adrienne didn’t fit into that blue dress like before. Quickly, she wiped away the wetness in her eyes because she could go do that later and maybe not be weird in public. Holding the card gently with both hands, Adrienne focused on the image. Queen’s something used too often these days. But this was better than anything else she’d been. Finally, she looked to Silvio, astonishment in her eyes. “Thank you.” Silvio face contorted with concern over the reaction for a moment, fearful he’d said or done the wrong thing. As she looked at him, though, that expression on her face, he gave her a sheepish smile with teeth slightly pink from the candy coating of the half-eaten cake pop. “Aw, heck, I’m just glad you like it. You’re doing a great job, Adrienne. I can’t wait to see what you have to show us next.” Washing down his dessert with a last swig of coffee, he got to his feet and hefted his backpack over one shoulder. “I got a client to meet at the parlor, but if you ever need anything, drop me a line, okay? I got your back.” “Same here.” Adrienne waved goodbye with her free hand, clutching about the coolest thing she’d seen in a long time to her chest. “Bye, Silvio.”

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ooc: follow up: “Give Me...”

So... this post kinda blew up on me way more than I thought or hoped it would.

Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever had that many notes on any post I’ve ever made on this site, let alone a non-rp post. And since most of the comments on it were along the lines of “Yes!”, “This!”, and “More!” or some variation/combination thereof...

What can I say, you inspired me. So, for your (further) enjoyment, here is the fic-ified (currently untitled) version of that post.

“Back to you, Sue.”

“Thank you Paul. And thank you, Supergirl, for-” *click*

The remote was barely out of Lena’s hand when she heard the familiar whoosh of air, her girlfriend of four and a half months –wonderful months– pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she appeared out of her bedroom a half second later,

“So how’d it go?”

Kara gave the remote by Lena’s plate a knowing look as she settled back into her seat on the other side of the island in her kitchen. Her lips curled into a smile as she looked back up into Lena’s pale green eyes. “Like you don’t already know.”

“True. But I like to hear your versi-”

“Lena!”

Lena curled her lips over her teeth while trying to affect an innocent smile. “Hmm?”

“Don’t ‘hmm’ me. You know darn well what I’m talking about.” Kara picked up her fork and began transferring the insidious green objects from her plate and back to Lena’s with as little physical contact as possible.

Lena rolled her eyes. “It’s broccoli, Kara, not kryptonite. It’s not going to kill you.”

“Says you.”

“You’ve seen me eat it.”

“And I get to see you eat it again.” Kara looked up from her task and gave Lena an exaggerated grin as she waved her fork in the air. “Yay me.”

“Yay us.” Lena replied as she took advantage of Kara’s break to slip some of the divisive vegetable back onto Kara’s plate.”

“Hey!”

“You eat ten thousand calories a day, Kara. There’s no reason a hundred of them can’t come from something that’s actually healthy.”

“A, it’s not ten thousand,” Kara countered, trying to hold off Lena’s broccoli laden fork with her own as she spoke, “its six thousand. Eight tops.”

Lena gave a short, derisive huff.

“And B,” Kara continued, ignoring her girlfriend’s wordless commentary, “do you have any idea how much broccoli I’d need to eat to fill that?”

“Eighteen point one eight kilograms.” Lena replied, followed by a small cheer when Kara, thrown of by the answer, allowed Lena past her defences.

“How-”

“Or forty pounds.” Lena added, slipping another green floret onto Kara’s plate.

“You actually looked it up?”

“Of course not. I divided the calories per hundred grams by the total calories, six thousand in this case, and multiplied the result by one hundred to get the total serving size. Then multiplied that number by two point two to get the serving size in pounds.”

Three florets now.

“I… You… Hey!” Kara noticed Lena trying to add a fourth to her plate and fended it off. “You know this is why I eat so much junk-food right? Because there’s no way I’m eating forty pounds of vegetables a day when I can eat a large fries instead.”

“A, you’d need to eat one point nine two kilograms of fries or just under four and a quarter pounds to reach six thousand calories, not one order of 'large fries’,” Lena scowled as Kara managed to return one of the three florets on her plate to Lena’s, then smiled as she managed to replace it with almost immediately with the no longer barricaded fourth on her fork. “And B, given that I’ve personally seen you fit no less than five potstickers into your mouth at the same time, I hardly think a few pieces of broccoli should be much of a challenge.”

Kara opened her mouth to counter Lena’s argument, closed it, opened it again a few seconds later, then sighed.

“But french fries taste better.” She mumbled under her breath as she pierced her fork through one of the florets and, face scrunched in distaste, brought it to her mouth.

“Thank you.” Lena smiled.

Kara smiled back.

“I believe this belongs to you.”

“What doe- Ew. Kara. What the hell?”

“What?” Kara looked quizzically at the tangled of wet hair dangling from her pinched fingers. “You don’t like it?” She turned back to Lena. “Then that makes two of us. But since it’s your hair, maybe you could do us both a favour and clean out the shower drain once in a while?”

Lena, nose wrinkled in disgust, looked from the hair to Kara and, with a shake of her head, changed her expression to one of mild offence. “What makes you so sure that’s my hair? I’m not the only one using your shower as clearly evidenced by your current attire.” Lena uncrossed her arms long enough to wave a hand in Kara’s general direction to highlight the towel wrapped around her girlfriend’s body. Her expression slipped slightly, lip caught between her teeth as she watched a drop of water slide into the hint of Kara’s cleavage that peeked out above the towel.

Kara licked her lips then gave her head a quick shake as she forced her eyes away Lena’s mouth. “For one, I’m blonde and these hairs are clearly from a brunette and you’re the only brunette I share my shower with-”

Lena cocked an eyebrow.

“The only person of any hair colour.” Kara amended. “And two, it takes an industrial laser to cut my hair.”

Lena looked back over at the hair still dangling from Kara’s fingers. “Alright fine. I promise I will keep your shower drain clean from now on. Now can you please get rid of that.”

“Sure. But for the record, I think we’ve discovered your Kryptonite. Wet Hair.”

“Ha. Ha. You’re hilarious.” Lena said dryly before her lips cracked into a grin. “And we both know that you’re my Kryptonite. Now get that stuff away from me.”

–The Next Day–

“Umm… Lena. Could you come in here for a second?”

“What is it?” Lena asked as she popped her head into the bathroom to find her girlfriend staring at the floor of the shower, once again covered in only a towel.

“That’s what I’m wondering.”

“Oh, that.”

“Yes, that.” Kara pointed at the small, silver ring 'floating’ a half inch above the drain on three metal legs. “What is that.”

“That, Kara, is me keeping my promise.”

Kara looked at Lena, head tilted to the side. “You what now?”

“My promise to keep your drains clean. From yesterday. That’s what that is. An automatic drain cleaner.”

Kara shook her head as she looked back at the device. “I’m dating the worlds biggest nerd.”

“Says the woman who’s idea of a perfect date is marathoning the original trilogy.”

“You liked those movies.” Kara said, defending both herself and their first date. “You’re the one that insisted we stayed up until two in the morning to finish watching Jedi.”

“That’s beside the point.” Lena turned on the shower and top of the silver ring began to glow a light blue. “When it detects water it goes into standby mode and-” Lena turned off the shower, “-30 seconds after the water stops it activates.” She slipped her hand into Kara’s and the two of them watched the device, the blue glow fading to red with each passing second before blinking bright red three times followed by a flash of blue-white light and the faint scent of ozone.

“What the hell was that?”

“The laser.” Lena replied calmly, leaning forward to peer down at the drain.

“You put a laser in my shower?”

“Only a little one. Just strong enough to vaporize any hair instantly.” Lena explained with a hint of pride in her voice. “And as an added bonus, it removes any potential rust problems as well.”

“Lena-” Kara turned her head.

“Kara.” Lena looked back at her.

“…” Kara sighed, the took Lena’s other hand in hers. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Lena leaned in to give Kara a quick kiss, then a second, longer kiss.

“Lena?” Kara pulled her head back and nipped at her bottom lip.

Lena arched an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“You know, since it’s only your hair that gets in the drain… you want to maybe help me test this thing out?”

Lena smiled as she reached out to remove Kara's towel. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” A slightly flushed, almost glowing, Kara apologized. “There was a… thing.”

“Mmhmm.” Alex’s hum made it clear she knew exactly what, or rather who this 'thing’ responsible for Kara’s late arrival at the DEO was. The same thing responsible for the brown paper bag Kara put down on the edge of the multimillion dollar, holograph capable, supercomputer that sat in the middle of the DEO’s command centre.

J'onn winced.

“So,” Kara said, eager to change the topic, “what I miss?”

“Not much.” Alex shook her head. “There are rumours of another alien fight club but we don’t have any solid leads yet. I’ve got a team looking into it and Maggie’s going to ask around, see if any of her contacts have heard anything.”

“Okay.” Kara nodded.

“And there have been reports of some seismic disturbances about three hundred miles north of the city.” J'onn tapped a few buttons on the console and a map of the area in question appeared in the air above it, several blinking dots marking the points of concern. “Nothing too severe yet but we’re not sure what’s causing them either.”

“Want me to go take a look?” Kara asked as she bounced lightly on her toes. “Break out the X-ray vision?”

Alex looked over at J'onn who nodded his head, adding, “Stay on comms, just in case.”

“Will do.” Kara tossed off a salute before heading off to get one of the DEO’s in-ear mics from communications.

“I see Lena’s Kryptonian is getting better.” J'onn said as Alex picked up the bag Kara left behind.

Alex nodded, running her finger over the alien text for 'I Love You’ that was bookended by inhumanely symmetrical, hand drawn hearts; one of several pairings that surrounded Kara’s name on the bag. “Kara says she’s a natural at it. She’s learned more in three months than I did in a year.”

Not that she was jealous or anything.

Alex unrolled the top of the bag and peered inside. Her brow furrowed slightly and she looked around for Kara before pulling out the folded piece of paper with her name on it.

“Seriously?” She shook her head, then stuffed Lena’s note warning her not to partake of the baked goods inside back into the bag next to the slip of paper marked 'Winn’.

“They’re so cute it’s almost enough to make your teeth hurt.”

J'onn wiped an imaginary crumb off the console before walking off. “And you can’t read their mind. Imagine how I feel.”

“Hey you,” Kara ignored her sister's eye roll as she answered her phone with a so-wide-it-should-hurt grin on her face, “I was just about to call you. Supergirl had a thing and I'm going to be a little late for dinner, sorry.”

“That's actually why I was calling you.” Lena's voice answered from the other end of the call, the sheepish tone enough to reduce Kara's smile to a borderline pout. “There was an incident in one of our labs and I'll be here for hours dealing with the paperwork. Sorry.”

“Don't be sorry. Was anyone hurt?”

“No, thankfully. It wasn't anything serious, just...”

“Paperwork.”

“Yeah. Sorry. Raincheck?”

“Stop apologizing. You go do what you need to. I'll see you later.”

“You sure? I did mention the hours of paperwork part, right.”

“Yeah, you did. So get to it.”

“Kara Danvers, you are, without a doubt, the best girlfriend anyone could ask for.”

“Yes, yes I am.”

Lena's laugh, brief though it was, was enough to bring the smile back to Kara's face. “Love you.”

“Love you too. Now go CEO.”

“I'm going. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Kara ended the call, taking a few more seconds to admire her lock screen --a picture of Lena with her head barely peeking out from the cocoon of stolen blankets she'd wrapped around herself during the night-- before the screen faded to black.

“Alex,” She looked up. “You don't need me fo-”

“Go.” Alex ordered without looking up from her own paperwork.

“Love you.” Alex wheezed as Kara pulled her in for a quick hug before Kara disappeared in a blur of wind.

“Hey you.”

Lena looked up from the array of eye witness testimonies and after accident reports --both internal and external-- spread across her desk. Her eyes went wide as she took in her girlfriend walking into her office from the balcony, returning to only slightly wider than normal after a quick look around to make sure no-one else had caught Kara's arrival.

“What are you doing here?”

“You didn't think the best girlfriend anyone could as for would let her girlfriend skip dinner, did you?” Kara asked, hoisting the wicker picnic basket that Lena belatedly noticed. level with her chest.

“Kara. I-” A smile broke Lena's lips as she shook her head. “I love you and that's so sweet of you but I really don't have the time or the space for-”

Lena was cut off by Kara pointedly clearing her throat as she put the basket down on Lena's coffee table. Kara, never breaking eye contact, folded her arms over her chest.

“Kara-”

“Broccoli...” Kara left the word to hang in the air.

Lena looked from Kara's face to her desk to the waiting basket, then back to Kara. She shook her head as she let out a sigh that almost crossed into a laugh.

“Does that mean you included an actual vegetable?” She asked as she made her way around her desk to join Kara by her couch.

“Fries count, right?”

“Kara!”

“I'm kidding.” Kara slipped her arms around Lena's waist and pulled her closer, Lena's wrists resting on Kara's shoulders without thought. “I brought you a salad complete with-” Kara shuddered, “-Kale.”

Lena laughed. “You're ridiculous. You know that?”

“Yeah, but I'm your ridiculous.” Kara dipped her head down for a kiss.

Lena's fingers slipped into Kara's hair.

Several minutes later the two sucked in deep breaths as they pulled their heads back.

“Yes.” Lena smiled. “Yes you are.”

Okay, she wasn't imagining it. And it wasn't that she really minded, even. There was a reason Kara kept most of her clothes on her salvaged clothing racks. As spacious as her apartment was --especially for the rent she paid, the ability to fly across town in less time than it took to walk to the nearest bus stop had made her morning commute a non-issue when she'd been house hunting-- her closet was tiny.

Which was probably why she hadn't noticed it at first. The only thing she really kept in there was her Supergirl uniform and the few bits of her red kryptonite inspired wardrobe that she'd held onto and when she needed to break out either, she was usually too distracted to pay much attention to anything else.

But she had noticed... eventually. And, at first, she thought it was cute. Lena keeping a few outfits at her apartment for those times she stayed over night --long before she'd 'stayed' over-- was just a sign of how close they were.

And then that night happened and Lena was staying over a lot more so, of course it made sense that Lena might keep a few more outfits at Kara's and it was still cute but for a whole different reason. And Kara still didn't mind because, well, because she was in love with Lena and Lena was in love with her and they were both in that giggly honeymoon phase.

Still were if Kara was being honest. And honestly, she hoped they never left it. A giggly Lena was beyond cute.

But over the last few months, especially the last few weeks, Kara had noticed more and more of Lena's clothes next to hers on the clothing racks and, still, she didn't mind.

She didn't.

Only... She'd spent ten minutes this morning trying to find her favourite top amidst the sea of Lena's clothes, any one of which cost more than Kara's paycheck --not that she was jealous or anything but it did make her a little more careful digging through them-- and if this kept up then by next week Lena would have more clothes at Kara's apartment than Kara did.

Assuming she didn't already.

“Lena?”

“Hmm?” Lena looked up from her tablet, frowning slightly as she saw the apprehension on Kara's face. “Kara? What's wrong?”

“Nothing. I mean, no, really it's nothing. I just...”

“Kara?”

“I need some space!” Kara blurted out, immediately dropping onto the couch next to Lena when she saw the flash of hurt on her girlfriends face. “No. Not like that. I didn't mean that. I love us and I like the space we have already, In fact I wouldn't mind less space that way because I love you and you know that right?”

Lena looked into Kara's hopeful, anxious eyes. “Yes, Kara. And I love you too. But maybe you could tell me what you did mean instead of confessing your love for me?”

“Right.” Kara looked down at her hands holding Lena, then back up. “I need space for my clothes... You're kinda taking up all of mine. Which is cool and all, really but...”

Lena shook her head. “Is that what this is about? I have a few outfits-”

“A few? Lena, have you looked at my closest lately? I don't have to worry about anyone finding my Supergirl uniform anymore because they'd never see it hidden in all your stuff.”

“I still don't understand why you don't keep it somewhere more secure.”

“Because Secure and Emergency don't go well together.”

Lena shook her head again. “Fine. I'll move some of my things back to my place.” She cocked her head to the side.

“Or...”

“Or?”

“We could move some of your things to my place.” Lena bite down on her lips as she watched Kara's reaction.

“Umm... Uh, yeah. I guess that could work. I mean we spend most of our time here but I could move some of my stuff over there. How much were you thinking?”

“Why... not all of it?”

“Are you-” Kara turned her head to the side. “Are you asking me to... move in with you?”

“... Yes. If you want to, that is. I mean we do spend most of our time here and-”

“Yes.”

Lena swallowed.

Lena got to her feet, half pulling Kara to her feet before she slipped her hands from her girlfriend's grip.

“Lena?” Kara asked as she watched Lena pull an armful of clothes off the nearest clothes racks, both her own and Kara's. “What are you doing?”

“Packing.” Lena laid her armful next to Kara before heading back for another.

“Oh...”

“Did you not want m-” A rush of wind cut Lena off and she turned around in time for a second gust to ruffle her hair.

Kara, assembling cardboard boxes, smiled back at her. “Did you say something?”

Lena, smiling back, shook her head. “No.”

–A Few Hours Later–

“See, I told you it would fit.”

“I still don't think putting my super-suit in your safe is necessary? And what happens if someone breaks in and finds it? The whole world is going to think you're Supergirl.”

“One, between my security and the real Supergirl living here, I think the chances of anyone breaking into my safe are next to nil and Two, no one is going to confuse me with Supergirl, even I was in your super-suit.”

“Hmm...”

Lena turned to face Kara, catching her girlfriend looking off into the distance with a dopey grin on her face. “You picturing me in your suit, aren't you?”

“Well you put it in my head.” Kara defended, trying to keep her indignant expression in place as Lena pulled her into a hug and utterly failing once Lena placed a quick kiss against her lips.

“But tomorrow night. Even with your help, I'm exhausted.”

Kara pouted. “Fine.” Her lips pulled back in a renewed grin. “But I reserve the right to dream about you in it tonight.”

“I wouldn't have it any othe-”

Both women turned their heads at the sound of an incoming text on Kara's phone. Both recognizing Alex as the sender from the ring tone.

“I should-”

“Go on.” Lena gave Kara a gentle push towards her phone. “I'll get ready for bed.”

Another pout found its way to Kara's mouth as she watched Lena head for her bedroom.

Their bedroom.

The smile that Kara had by the time she reached her phone faded as she read her sister's text.

(Alex: Kara? Where are you? Are you okay?)

(Kara: I'm fine. Why?)

(Alex: Fine? Then what the hell happened to your apartment?)

Oh... right. Kara bashfully glanced over her shoulder before turning back to her phone.

(Kara: Um, yeah. About that...)

“I still can't believe you moved house and forgot to tell me.”

“Yeah, well,” Kara shrugged, looking down at the floor as she fussed with her glasses, “I got distracted.”

Alex glanced over at Lena saying goodbye to Winn and his girlfriend, then back at her Kara in time to see her sister peeking back. “I bet you did.”

“It wasn't like that-”

“Mmhmm.”

“It wasn't.” Kara whispered back, lowering her voice as she leaned in. “She was tired.”

“Totally.”

“Alex!”

“Is this a Danvers thing or can I interrupt.”

“Always.” Alex slipped her arm over Maggie's shoulder as Maggie slipped an arm around Alex's waist. “Kara here was just explaining why I had to find out about the move by walking into an empty apartment.”

“I see.” Maggie nodded, giving Kara a knowing look. “And what was the answer?”

“She was distracted.”

“I bet she was.”

“Hey!” Both Danvers sisters said, one in embarrassment, the other in mock offence.

“Kara?”

“Lena” Kara looked over at her girlfriend, then at her Alex and Maggie, giving the pair a quick glare before she turned back to Lena. “It's fine. Nothing to see here. Alex and Maggie were just saying goodnight.”

“We were?” Maggie asked, earning a chocked short snort of laughter from Alex and an angry huff from Kara.

“Well in that case,” Lena slipped herself neatly between Kara and the other couple, “Thank you again for coming over on such short notice. Kara and I both appreciate your support and I know we wouldn't be here, together, if it weren't for the both of you.”

Alex and Maggie exchanged a glance then turned back to a sweetly smiling Lena. “Um... You're welcome.” a subdued Maggie replied. A contrite Alex adding, “Yeah. And we'll always be there for you. Both of you.”

“Thank you.” Lena's smile grew a little sweeter and a smirking Kara peeked around her girlfriend.

“Thank you. And good night.”

“Night.”

“G'night.”

“Good night.” Lena completed the round, flashing the pair another smile when Alex and Maggie waved her off from walking them to the door.

“I don't know how you do that but I love you so much for it.” Kara said the second they were alone.

“I'm sure I don't know what you mean.” Lena replied innocently.

“Sure you don't.”

“Are you imply-” Lena turned, her smile turning to a frown at the sight that met her eyes. “Kara.”

“What?” Kara looked up at her, a used dinner plates in each hand.

“You don't have to clean up right now.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts. This is your home now, Kara. If you really want to clean up, you can, but don't do it because you think I need you to.”

“I wasn't-”

“Besides, I have something I need you to do much more than straighten up the place.”

“Oh?” Kara looked around the room then back at Lena. “What?”

“Distract me.”

“What?”

Lena shook her head, a sigh slipping past her smiling lips as she took the plates from Kara's unresisting hands and put them aside before taking Kara's hands and placing them on her hips.

“Officially break in our bed.”

“... Oh.”

“Yes, oh.”

A rush of wind stirred several discarded napkins, the sound of laughter echoing down the hallway from the bedroom.

#ooc: mun #ooc: muse #supercorp drabble #muse: lena luthor #muse: kara danvers #muse: alex danvers #muse: maggie sawyer #muse: j'onn j'onzz #if anyone else wants to take a crack at this please do #and send me the link

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