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Harry Potter and (Y/n) falling asleep under the stars together

“Are you comfortable, love?” Harry asked quietly under the stars, so as not to disturb their twinkling.

“Yes, you’re actually very comfortable,” you giggled, nuzzling further into Harry’s chest, to which he responded by wrapping his arm tighter around your waist.

“Good,” he sighed.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” You smiled up at him, adjusting your head so you could see him—his glasses were reflecting the moonlight but as he looked down to you there was a hint of your reflection in them. Was that how he saw you?

“Yeah. That’s the star my uncle was named after, just there,” he pointed to the vast skies, “It’s sort of on the horizon—it’s the brightest star in the sky,” he beamed with pride.

“It’s a lovely star. Maybe he’s up there,” you suggested fondly.

“Yeah, maybe,” he smiled, for it didn’t hurt so much to talk about Sirius anymore, especially with you, “I love you.”

“Love you too, Potter.”

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kara, to her sister, when alex says it's not okay to platonically put your tongue in your best friend's mouth: what are you a cop?

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In August, Kara kisses Lena to save her life.

A surfer at Locarno Beach loses control on a particularly vicious wave and his board slips free of his grasp, clocking Lena square in the back of the head where she's bobbing happily in the surf.

The next thing she knows, there's hot sand at her back and a hot body against her front. She's laid out on the beach, head spinning, ears ringing, and Kara's mouth is on top of her own.

"Breathe, Lena,” she gasps in the split second before the salty softness of her lips covers Lena's once more. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

Kara's mouth is open, and it's moving against Lena's, and it's searing and insistent and delicious as the sun beating down on them from the cloudless sky. Lena registers, slowly and with great difficulty, that the purpose of her best friend's lips upon her own in this moment is, ostensibly, mouth-to-mouth. Rescue breaths. Not a kiss.

That being said, the fact that Kara has neither pinched Lena's nose nor tipped her head back à la the accepted technique, the fact that her hands are not tilting Lena's chin up to open her airway but are instead cupping her cheeks, the fact that Lena is already breathing— none of these things seem to matter to Kara.

Her best friend's only concern in this moment appears to be the accuracy with which she can slot their mouths together again and again, the exploratory nudge of a tongue between plush lips, the salty, gritty press of their swimsuit-clad bodies on the damp sand.

This is the first time Lena has ever felt her best friend's mouth upon any part of her body. Her head pounds. Her pulse races. Her mind reels. She maybe doesn't handle it as well as she could. If Lena is still breathing in this moment, it is in spite of Kara, not because of her.

When Lena's weakly flailing fingers connect with Kara's hips, when her eyes flutter open and her chest continues very definitively rising and falling all on its own with no external assistance, a throat clears loudly above their heads.

“Kara,” Alex says tightly, a shadow against the blazing sun. “I, uh. I think you got it.”

Kara draws back at last, their mouths separating with a wet pop that sets Lena's heart racing for reasons utterly unrelated to her latest near-death experience. Strong arms lift her gently, propping her torso – wet, hot, covered only by a skimpy bikini – against Kara's chest – wet, hot, covered only by an even skimpier bikini.

“You're alright,” Kara coos against her temple, bulging arms closing protectively over Lena's stomach and ribs. “You're okay, you're alright.”

Lena is not alright. In this moment, with the memory of Kara's mouth fresh on her tongue and the indent of a surfboard fresh in the back of her skull, Lena cannot recall ever being alright in her life, not for one single second.

Kara's attention, thankfully, is not on Lena's thundering pulse or clammy hands or sapphic overload. Her attention has turned to the circle of people surrounding them, peering down with anxious eyes.

“She's okay,” Kara reports on Lena's behalf, rubbing soothingly at her hip. “She's breathing.”

“After that performance?” Nia gets out, a little strangled. “I should hope so.”

Lena feels Kara's posture tighten against her, prompting a tensing of firm forearms and biceps that her already spinning head really doesn't need right now.

“Performance?” Kara asks, slow, a challenge.

“Was that supposed to be CPR?” Brainy asks, brow furrowing. “Because I'm not sure—”

“Unless CPR stands for conspicuous passionate romance, it was no such thing,” Alex interjects firmly. She looks a little green around the gills. Lena knows the feeling.

Kara's defensive stance tightens. She tugs Lena more firmly into her lap. “I was saving her—”

“You were doing plentywith her,” Kelly mutters. Alex quirks a brown, vindicated. “I'm just not sure saving was high on the list.”

Kara's chin rises. “I'll have you know that rescue breaths—”

“She hadn't even stopped breathing!” Alex explodes. Lena tries very, very hard to disappear.

Above her head, blue eyes narrow. A plump bottom lip with which Lena is intimately familiar sticks out, Kara's pout a nautical mile wide.

“So, you're telling me a girl can't use her mouth against her best friend's mouth to save her life these days?” Kara asks her sister heatedly, full of the righteous indignation of the unjustly persecuted. “What are you, a cop?”

Alex visibly ages half a decade right there, right in front of Lena's still-hazy eyes.

“...yes?”

“You guys are unbelievable,” Kara grouches as her sister checks Lena over. Aside from a headache and lips that feel deliciously swollen and bruised – the first is Alex's professional appraisal, the second, her own – she's declared healthy as a horse. That doesn't stop Kara scooping her up into her arms as the others gather their stuff, cradling her close on the walk back to the car.

“I was being a good Samaritan,” Kara insists as she trails after the others. “Protecting people, saving people. Like I'm supposed to.”

“I'm not sure tonguing your best friend is in Supergirl's job description,” Nia mutters from the head of the group to a chorus of stifled laughter and Alex's despairing groan.

Kara's selective superhearing evidently elects to ignore the comment. “You guys have no respect for rapid first aid,” she says primly, one hand tucking Lena's head tenderly against her shoulder while the other squeezes her thigh. “If I had to, I'd give rescue breaths to any one of you.”

Alex turns so sharply on her heel that she sprays sand three feet in the air. “If that is ever what's required to save my life,” she says sharply, waving fingers encompassing the entirety of she and Kara's current entanglement, “then for the love of God, just— let me die.”

---

In September, Kara kisses her onboard a burning spaceship with one minute left to live.

Their covert mission to track down and rescue aliens trafficked into the Maaldorian slave trade had been going really, really well, right up until the point at which they'd been caught.

The slavedrivers, spooked by the discovery of Supergirl and her heavily armed backup aboard their ship, beat a hasty retreat which involves jettisoning themselves out into space in handy little escape pods and flooding the remaining inhabitants of the vessel with flammable, noxious gas.

Lena shepherds the terrified victims toward the dream portal Nia is holding open through sheer force of will, Kara and J’onn flying them through it in droves, an evacuation that cracks the sound barrier.

They're being poisoned, all of them. Lena can feel it in her lungs, a cloudy sort of tickling, fine gossamer laces tugging at the edges of her airways, tightening them, closing them completely. She can see it in the tremble of Kara's hands, the sweat on J’onn's brow, the hacking coughs Nia lets out as she struggles to maintain the portal. She can see it in the terrified faces of the Loraxans, the Starhavenites, the K'hunds; in the expressions of those who know they have only moments before death claims them as painfully as possible.

They're all being poisoned, Lena knows that. But different physiologies react differently to such toxins; some species claimed quicker, others slower. Her scientist's brain is still trying to analyse the data even as she coughs so hard she retches, ribs cracking, lungs screaming.

It's clear to her that one species out of the many on this ship is affected worse by this; succumbs faster, suffers more. It's clear to her, as her knees give out and her body crumples, that that species is human.

At least the others have gotten the rest of the victims out, she thinks as the corrugated metal of the floor rushes up to meet her. At least they won't die here as well.

Her body hits something hard and unyielding but it's not the ground, she realises at length through hacking coughs and streaming eyes. She's being held, held up by something warmer, smoother, firm yet malleable as it moulds itself around her.

Through the fog of fumes and the flicker of flames comes Kara's face, skin pale and bruised, eyes wide and panicked. Close as a whisper then closer still, as poison floods Lena's cells and sanity leaves her and all she can think is don't die with me. All she can think is never let me go.

Lena can tell from the thickness in her lungs and the utter absence of her breath that she has moments left to live. She's just about to use the last of her strength to shove Kara away from her, towards the portal, toward home and light and life, when Kara's hands leave her hips to cradle her jaw instead. When Kara leans in, and presses their mouths together.

Yes, is all Lena can think. Yes, yes, yes. If she could have chosen her last act in this life, it would have been this. To know that Kara would, too, to know that she feels the same—

Kara parts Lena's lips with her own and it's everything, it's warmth and hope and love and eternity and Lena is going die knowing that in this, at least, she wasn't alone. Kara parts Lena's lips with her own and Lena's knees, already jelly, disintegrate entirely.

Kara parts Lena's lips with her own and something cool, something bitter and metallic and vaguely oily flows between them. Kara licks in past her teeth, tongue working warm and slick, coating every inch of the inside of Lena's mouth in the substance. The strange liquid trickles down her throat, pooling in her belly, dousing the fire ignited by the tinder of Kara's kiss.

Because this is not a kiss, Lena realises as her airways slacken and clear, as oxygen reaches her desperate bronchi once more. This is not a kiss. This is an antidote.

This is not a kiss, and yet even when Lena's chest has cleared, Kara does not pull away. When every last drop of medicine has trickled down Lena's throat, when nothing is left mingling between them except breath and limbs and heat, Kara is still there.

Kara is still there, two hands buried deep in the tangle of Lena's hair, holding her steady as she licks and licks and licks, along Lena's lips, at the roof of her mouth, against her tongue.

It's long minutes, at least, minutes if not hours before they finally break apart, Lena's newly cleared lungs heaving as if her life still depends on it. Kara releases one hand from Lena's hair, the other sweeping the wild strands back from her face. Her thumb tracks the length of Lena's bottom lip; presses at the corner of her mouth. When she holds it up between them for inspection the tip is coated in a shimmering grey film.

“You have to get it all,” she hums, that same digit pushing and pushing until Lena's mouth yields to her once more, the last remnants of the antidote as acrid as Kara's thumb is sweet against her tongue. “You have to, please, I can't— you have to be okay.”

She is okay. Alex confirms it, hooking her up to wires and monitors in the med bay once they make it back to Earth. The antidote was strong enough, got to her quick enough, that she'll suffer no lasting damage from the inhalational neurotoxin the slavedrivers were sweet enough to gift them. Kara holds her hand through all of it, hooked up to wires and monitors of her own, thumb kneading tender circles against Lena's palm.

“You know, Kar,” Alex mutters as she bustles between gurneys, gaze flicking unsubtly between their flushed cheeks and swollen lips, the thin silver sheen still clinging to the pressed red of both their mouths. “I really could have given you that antidote in a bottle.”

---

In October, Kara kisses her while hovering five feet in the air, sporting a zebra-print towel as a cape and a drawn-on crayon moustache.

Esme is going through an involved and intense dress-up-play-act stage, which Kara and Lena are under strict instructions not to discourage at Auntie's Night. It's good for her creativity and development of self-expression, apparently.

Whatever it's good for, it ultimately involves Lena being cast as Rapunzel ensconced high up on a tower of chairs and cushions because she is, as her niece puts it, pretty as a princess, a statement with which Kara heartily agrees. Kara lands the role of gallant knight, taking her rolled-up-magazine sword and towel-cape very seriously. She's midway through allowing Esme to draw a thick black moustache above her upper lip when her brow furrows.

"Why does the knight have to be a man?” she asks, garbled beneath the press of Esme's tiny fingers. Her eyes flick to Lena's, high above the living room in her cushioned tower. “We're not instilling good feminist ideals in her, are we? Break free of the patriarchy, Es. Let your knight be a girl.”

Esme's tiny brow crinkles. “Girls can be knights?”

“Sure can,” Kara nods as Lena adds, “Girls can be anything they want to be.”

Esme nods happily. Kara wrinkles her lips, testing the waxy masterpiece. “It's a shame we didn't have this forward-thinking revelation before you started drawing, little bug.”

The six-year-old narrows her eyes, appraising her aunt intently. Then she straightens, grinning, a flick of her wrist the final flourish on Kara's moustachioed masterpiece. “Girls can have moustaches, too!”

So, Lena is Rapunzel, Kara her gallant knight and Esme – as per the point of the entire endeavour – gets to be the dragon prowling ferociously and adorably at Lena's feet.

There are many battles.

Many battles, involving a lot of dramatically sustained “injuries” (Kara), laughter (Lena), and impassioned growling (Esme). At long last, weary from her days on the battlefield yet emboldened by her determination to reach the princess up above, Knight Kara takes her last stand. A lot of tickling and giggling and shrieking later, Kara has her niece upside down in her arms, blowing loud raspberries all over her cheeks and belly.

“Forsooth, that I should have slayed this dragon!” she soliloquises, carefully tossing a gleeful Esme into the nest of blankets and pillows constructed for this very purpose. “And interred her bones forever at the feet of my beloved!”

“Now you climb!” Esme stage-whispers from her feathered grave.

“Now I climb!” Kara decrees, floating herself off the ground with over-exaggerated scrambling motions and great grunts of fake effort.

“Rescue the princess!” Esme instructs and Kara hauls herself up the last half-foot, floating conveniently at Lena's eye level.

“I am here to rescue you, Princess,” she manages, solemn despite the smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. One hand extends in invitation.

Lena places her palm delicately in Kara's, fighting to keep her own smile from ruining the moment. “What's next, darling?”

"Now the beautiful knight saves the beautiful princess,” Esme informs them from five feet below.

“Hello, beautiful princess,” Kara whispers conspiratorially as she extracts Lena from the tottering tower of living room detritus, hovering them both in mid-air. “I'm here to save you.”

“Why, hello, brave knight,” Lena whispers back, too low for Esme to hear. “Tales of your moustachioed beauty were not unfounded.”

Kara snorts as Esme claps her hands, feet kicking gleefully in her cushion cocoon. “And now you have to live happily ever after.”

“Did you hear that, princess?” Kara asks, and her voice is lower suddenly, almost husky. “We have to.”

Lena's just opening her mouth to respond when another open mouth lands upon hers instead.

Just like each time before, the kiss is so surprising that for a moment, Lena has no idea how to react. Her muscles slacken in shock and she probably would have slipped clean out of the embrace all the way to the ground had Kara's arms not twined tight around her, one hand at her waist, the other pressing between her shoulder blades.

Kara's breathing hard, panting into her open mouth and the kiss is deep, so deep, that Lena's left powerless against it. She's just along for the ride as Kara shifts and moves against her, angling them together again and again.

When Kara pulls back only to surge forward slower this time, sweeter, pressing one, two, three soft kisses to Lena's bottom lip, all she can do is sigh.

When her dazed eyes flicker open, Kara brushes the tips of their noses together. Her crayon moustache is smudged out of recognition above her top lip, in some places faded completely.

“How was that for happily ever after?” Kara calls to their niece, her eyes never straying from Lena's.

“It was good,” Esme declares, casual and offhand as though this is something that happens every day. "Now the princess has to say thank you to the knight. ‘Cuz she gotted rescued.”

“Thank you,” Lena repeats mechanically, higher brain function snuffed out, what's left of her mental faculties residing somewhere low and useless in the cradle of the hips Kara's squeezing like she has any right to, like they're hers to do with what she will.

Kara lowers them carefully to the ground, the locked focus of their gazes never breaking once.

“Any time.”

---

In November, Kara kisses her because her lips are chapped.

They haven't talked about it. Neither of them has mentioned, not even once, the string of kiss attacks with which Kara has ambushed Lena, now numbering a resoundingly shocking three. Neither of them has mentioned their newfound intimate familiarity with the taste of the other's mouth, the press of their bodies or the pitch of their gasps.

Lena has not mentioned how distracted she's been, lately. How she'll be doing something innocuous like brushing her teeth and then she'll start thinking about what flavour of toothpaste Kara uses, whether it would complement her own, how it would taste to lick it from her skin. How she'll press her fingertips to her own lips and wish they were Kara's, how she'll absentmindedly slip a pen into her mouth and wish it was Kara's thumb. How she can't focus on much besides the fact that her gorgeous platonic best friend keeps kissing her and not saying a damn word about it.

If Kara has been having any of the same thoughts, she hasn't mentioned them either.

And now here they are, bundled up against the icy bite of the ocean breeze as they line the sea wall along with hundreds of other supporters. National City's annual marathon has been going for hours already and though the elite runners have already begun trickling by, they'll have to wait a while longer for Kelly and her team of social workers running for charity to pass their spot.

Alex has taken a cold and tired Esme to warm up in a café with some hot chocolate, leaving Kara and Lena with strict instructions not to lose their prime position near the finish line. Privately, Lena wonders if she shouldn't be taking Kara to warm up with some hot chocolate – and probably a pastry or twelve – just to stave off the pout that's taken up permanent residence on her face.

“I'm bored,” Kara complains, right on schedule, knocking her shoulder into Lena's. “I want to stay and support Kelly but, Lena, I'm just so bored. I hate standing still!”

The blonde floats herself off the ground a few inches, oblivious in her frustration. Lena grabs her by the crook of her elbow and yanks her back down.

“We can't take a break until Alex and Esme come back,” she says, repeating the same line she's used eight times already. “Once they do we can go and stretch our legs, get a snack.”

“Thank Rao,” Kara grumbles. “I'm so hungry. And it's cold. And it's so damn windy, it's making even my skin dry. My skin that can withstand bullets, Lena.”

Lena rubs her elbow in absent sympathy, eyes scanning the stream of runners for anyone she recognises.

“Do you have any moisturiser on you?” Kara asks, suddenly close enough to Lena's ear that she jumps.

“Not today. Sorry, darling.”

Kara's frown deepens. “Chapstick, even? My lips are cracking like a glacier in the spring.”

“Descriptive.” Lena roots through the pockets of her pea coat, checks her purse. “Um— no. No, I don't think I have any.”

Cool fingertips slide beneath her chin without warning, lifting her face and tilting it into the light.

“But you're wearing it,” Kara accuses. “I can see it.”

Lena swallows heavily, the fingertips against her throat bobbing with the movement. “I put it on before we left this morning,” she manages, voice only fractionally higher than normal.

Kara's eyebrows hit her hairline. “You've been wearing chapstick for five hours and it still looks that good?” she whisper-yells, tilting Lena's face this way and that. “How is it still so shiny? What the hell is it made from? Superglue?”

“Camphor and carnauba wax, mainly,” Lena answers absently, distantly, thoroughly distracted by the hot brands of Kara's fingers scorching a trail across her skin beneath the hinge of her jaw. “I— I use a highly specialised brand. It's thirty dollars a tube.”

“Thirty dollars?” Kara shrieks, eyes wide and scandalised. “Lena. Can it really be that good?”

Lena swallows again, Kara's knuckles skating her throat as she does so. “You tell m—”

And then Lena's open, thirty-dollar-chapstick-covered lips are pressed against Kara's once more.

Kara's mouth is deliciously hot in the chill of the late fall air, her tongue sweeter than any cosmetic flavouring money could buy. There's no hesitation this time, not so much as a moment of coy restraint. Kara licks straight into Lena's mouth like she's hiding a popsicle in there, hands sliding beneath the open folds of Lena's jacket to smooth over denim-clad hips.

Their bodies slot together in a way that feels dangerously close to practiced and Lena forgets about the race, forgets about the wind, forgets about the hordes of people pressing in on them from all sides. The only thing that exists in the universe, now and forever, is Kara.

Kara, lifting Lena onto her tiptoes, tilting her chin up to account for their height difference. Kara, and her gasping breath and her mouth slanting over and over against Lena's, the desperate sound that builds and builds in the back of her throat. Kara, and the taste of her, smell of her, feel of her, kissing Lena right here in the middle of the city on a windy Sunday morning in November like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Kara's mouth is slick when they eventually break apart, shiny and wet, though whether it's a result of Lena's transferred chapstick or their mingled saliva, she couldn't say.

She smacks her lips appreciatively, rubbing them together as one arm stays close around Lena's waist beneath her jacket, fingers curling in the belt loops of her jeans.

“Yeah,” Kara hums pensively just as Alex and Esme rejoin them, Kelly's charity running group appearing in the distance. “I'd say it's worth every penny.”

---

In December, Kara kisses her because she's cold.

That's it. No rescues, no requirements, no life-saving antidotes or elaborate play-acting. Lena is cold, and Kara kisses her, as if that is in any way an appropriate reaction to the situation.

The situation, naturally, is she and Kara alone in a draughty gondola halfway up a mountain on some ill-advised family ski trip that Lena had only agreed to come on in the first place on the condition that she never, not once, has to touch snow.

And yet here she is, decked out in newly purchased salopettes and an enormous down-filled jacket, shivering beneath twelve layers of fleece on her way to the top of a freezing piste all because Kara had said please.

"But you can ski,” Kara says for the twelfth time that morning, relaxed and at ease as she lounges against the plexiglass separating them from a dizzying drop. “You can, right?”

Lena, rigid as a stone in the centre of the gondola, gripping the lone safety bar with both hands, barely manages to move her jaw beyond the chattering of her teeth.

“I can ski,” she starts shakily, wiggling her frozen toes inside her boots, "the same way I can paint, and play the piano, and recite epic poems in their original Latin. Because it was something Lionel and Lillian required of me as a child. Not because I wanted to.”

Kara clicks her tongue in sympathy, crossing the gondola to pry Lena's hands off the safety rail. Her footsteps cause the carriage to sway even more than it had been already and Lena redoubles her grip, clenching her jaw.

“Sweetheart, relax,” Kara coos, gently working her gloved hands beneath each of Lena's clutching fingers in turn. “We're just going up there for the view. If you don't want to ski, we'll hop right in the gondola and come back down.”

The notion of getting back into this rickety death trap causes Lena to tense up even further. Kara shakes her head fondly, successfully releasing Lena's lethal grip on the cold metal bar and cradling her hands instead. “You need to relax your muscles to get your shivering under control.”

“It's because I'm shivering that I can't relax,” Lena shudders, teeth clicking rhythmically in her skull.

Kara's brow creases. “Are you really that cold?”

If she hadn't been so afraid of plummeting to her death, Lena would have rolled her eyes so hard she'd have fallen over. “No, I'm shivering like this for the fun of it.”

Kara clicks her tongue once more. “Oh, baby. Here.” And to Lena's horror, she unzips her own ski jacket, leaving her in nothing but a thin base layer, and tugs Lena into the gap created by her open coat.

“You'll freeze!” Lena protests instinctively even as the warmth of Kara's body registers through her many, many layers and she presses closer, eager for more.

“You know I'm only wearing this coat for appearances,” the superheated Kryptonian reminds her, coaxing Lena's frozen hands against her back and pulling the edges of her jacket around her huddled form. “I'd give it to you, but people would probably look at me weird.”

"No, this is good,” Lena hums, the contrast of stillness after the past half-hour of wracking shivers a welcome reprieve. Her numb nose hits the fleece buff at Kara's neck, pressing beneath it to the heat of her skin.

Kara flinches at the sudden cold, chuckling as she wraps her arms more securely around Lena's body.

“Better?”

Lena sighs, pulling back far enough that their gazes meet. “Better. Thank you.”

Kara's eyes glint turquoise gold in the brilliant winter sunshine, something warm and undefined tugging at the corners of her mouth. “You know, I'm not sure you are,” she breathes, eyes crinkling. “Better, I mean. Your lips are turning blue.”

Lena's brow furrows. “It's highly unlikely I'm suffering from cyanosis at this temperature,” she mumbles, shaking her head. “I really doubt—”

“No, I definitely see a blueish tinge,” Kara insists, walking Lena backwards until her shoulders hit the curved plex of the gondola's side. “We'd better get them warmed up right away.”

And Lena is a fool, a damnable, irredeemable fool, for not seeing where this was heading from the very first word to fall from Kara's lips. Lena is a damnable, irredeemable fool, for finally realising exactly where this is going, and not doing a damn thing to stop it.

When Kara's mouth closes over her own this time, it's no longer accompanied by the shock of their previous encounters. This time the kiss is warm, intimate, sweet and tender and coalescing into a distinct feeling of comfort and home that Lena really should not get from making out with her platonic best friend.

And making out they are. With no audience around them, Kara abandons her relative chastity of their previous encounters in favour of pressing Lena back hard against the glass side, the solid warmth of her body an exquisite juxtaposition to the freezing plex. Kara's thigh slips between Lena's legs and one of them moans, low and breathy. Or maybe it's both of them, or maybe it doesn't matter, because Kara's hand is smoothing down Lena's side, down and down until it reaches her thigh, hooks beneath the back of it, hitching it up around her own waist.

And then there's delicious pressure and friction even through all these goddamned layers, and then there's gloved fingers beneath the buff at Lena's neck, tugging it down. And then Kara's mouth leaves her own to skate across her jaw, down her neck to attach itself to her pulse point, sucking firm and deliberate.

“No sign of slow heart rate,” Kara pants against her skin, tongue soothing over the hickey she'd just bestowed before venturing lower, repeating the process. “S’good. Not hypothermic.”

Lena doesn't even have it within herself to scoff at the flimsy pretence because Kara's mouth is already travelling back up to her own, licking in past the clean edge of her teeth, sucking Lena's tongue into her mouth as she cants her hips sharply into Lena's pelvis.

Lena moans, then, really and properly moans, right there into her best friend's mouth in a rickety gondola on the side of a ski hill she'd never wanted to come to in the first place.

Kara grins at the sound, grins right into the kiss, slowing the frantic tempo of their kisses into something smoother, saccharine and honeyed. She keeps them pressed close, foreheads and noses and lips brushing, over and over to the steady roll of the gondola up the mountainside.

When she finally pulls back it's barely a hair's breadth, smile wide, eyes sparkling. "Look at that,” she hums, low and rumbling as they reach the top. “Your lips are back to a healthy colour. What a lucky escape.”

And then she releases Lena only to grab her hand, tugging her out of the gondola and into the blinding snow like nothing had even happened.

Well.

Maybe it's the mind-numbing cold that does it. Maybe it's the altitude, the decreased oxygen getting to her brain. Maybe it's the plain and simple fact that her best friend in the world keeps making love to her with her mouth and then seeming to forget all about it thirty seconds later.

Whatever it is, Lena's had enough.

“No,” she calls at Kara's retreating back. “No. No way. Come here.”

Kara freezes from where she'd been bending to deposit their skis, turning to face Lena with the expression of a condemned man walking to the noose.

“What was that?” Lena demands, inwardly cringing at the high, shrill tone of her own voice. “Why did you do that?”

Kara's mouth opens and closes comically. Gloved fingers clench and unclench against the tops of her thighs. “Um, your lips were turning—”

“Don't bullshit me.” Lena stalks closer, the finger she's jabbing against Kara's chest forcing the blonde backwards until she hits the snow-covered bows of a nearby pine. “Why did you kiss me just then? Why have you been kissing me for months?”

Kara's teeth dig hard against the plush of her bottom lip. “I didn't— I only—”

“Tell me the truth,” Lena says, quieter now, pleading. “Please. Tell me the truth.”

Kara's cheeks are flushed above the collar of her jacket, a mouth-watering pink against the snow at her back. “Because I wanted to,” she whispers, almost inaudible over the sounds of the slopes. “Because— because I've always wanted to.”

Lena softens like the snow moulding to the shape of their bodies, jabbing finger replaced by a gentle hand over Kara's chest, over her ribs, over her heart. “Why didn't you just say so?”

A long moment of quiet between them as snow flutters down from the boughs overhead, crystallising on the ends of their eyelashes.

“I didn't know if you'd want me to,” Kara says in the smallest voice Lena's ever heard. “I didn't know if you'd let me, without a reason.”

“Darling, if I didn't want you to kiss me, I would never have let you,” Lena breathes, reaching out, smoothing her thumbs along the proud arch of golden cheekbones. “And your reasons have always been flimsy to say the least. I mean, what was next? What else would you have come up with?”

“I was going to kiss you after dinner so I could taste your dessert,” Kara says without so much as a second of hesitation, eyes wide and sombre. “I'd already planned it out.”

Lena's mouth drops open. “No.”

Kara flashes her a close-mouthed smile. “Yep.”

Lena shakes her head. “Really?”

Pink lips purse. “Uh huh.”

“Darling.” Lena laughs then, head thrown back, snowflakes melting on the heat of her upturned cheeks. “You were really scraping the bottom of the barrel with that one.”

“I know.” Two gloved hands slide tentatively around Lena's waist, blonde eyelashes fluttering. “Does— does this mean I won't have to use it?”

“Kara,” Lena says as gently as she can manage, sliding her palms up to cup the face of the woman she loves more than her heart can possibly contain, idiotic romance plans and all. “I've been casually making out with you for half a year under the guise of the worst come-ons imaginable. We've waited long enough. What do you say we skip dinner and go straight to our own dessert?”

Kara's smile is so wide Lena could drown in it. In fact, she plans to.

“I say, your lips are looking a little blue again,” she beams, scooping Lena clean off the ground and crushing their bodies together in an embrace so tight no force in the cosmos could break them apart. “I think I'd better take another look.”

#u right anon u r right #and you know who else is right? kara. for kissing her best friend at any given opportunity #if you see me slacking on the fic im SUPPOSED to be writing no you don't <3 #when the wave of inspiration hits one must ride it as far as one can. ours it not to reason where it goes #bone apple teeth #<3 #asks #dings dot txt #supercorp #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl

[toxikku]

I’d LOVE to see more of your Merlock’s apprentice

‘our magic guardians sucked but we don’t have to’ duo

#lena de spell #oc #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #disney #disney ducks #lena sabrewing #november #<- finally decided on a name for them <3 #thank u for the ask btw !! it made me so happy that someone requested one of my ocs #i dont get to draw them that much #asks #requests #queue #anon

[tongue-like-a-razor]

a new bradley series? pls this is music to my ears this is a need

Yay!! So happy to hear that 🙌🙌

#anon <3 #asks #ask reply #lena talks back #new bradley series coming soon!

[helen-with-an-a]

I am an Adult pt 3.5

Hi. So I wanted to a sub-chapter kinda thing about Lena's side of the relationship/first few months etc. So here it is. Also shout out to the anons who gave me some inspo for this - u really helped. Also, I would like to preface this by saying I don't really know much about the Wolfsburg team as a whole, so if anything's wrong please let me know.

In this fic - the bold text is meant to be in German (but I didn't want bascially the whole thing to be unreadable for people) so just imagine it's in German

Barca Femeni x Reader / Lena Oberdorf x Reader / VfL Wolfsburg x Lena Oberdorf

Description: R and Lena's relationship from Lena's perspective

Word Count: 2.7k

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 3.5 : Part 4

Lena was too smiley. That was the first thing Jule noticed after the Barca match. The hotel they were staying in was nice, the weather was very warm compared to Wolfsburg, and the day off was well deserved.

“What’s up with you?” She asked her best friend, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” Lena dismissed her as she fell onto her bed, phone in her hand.

“Speaking English now, are we?” Jule teased, studying Lena. She had a slight flush to her skin that wasn’t there this morning. She seemed too happy for someone who had just been ‘exploring’ all day. “What did you do today?”

“Nothing … uh, nothing much; I just wandered ‘round a bit,” Lena said distractedly. Jule hummed in false agreement. Something was going on.

A gasp pulled Jule from her inspection. It was Lena, staring joyfully at her phone before hurriedly typing away. Ok, something was most definitely going on, and Jule was going to find out what and soon.

“I’m going …” Lena cleared her throat and shook her head as if to shake away the English. “I’m going to go shower … uh … yeh.” She gathered up her stuff and headed to the attached bathroom, leaving her phone on the bed. Perfect, it was time to snoop; Jule congratulated the universe on its opportunistic timing.

[Initial]💙❤️: SPOTIFY LINK – One Direction, ‘I Should Have Kissed You’:  https://www.spotify......

L💚: SPOTIFY LINK – Odeal, ‘Next Time’: https://www.spotify.......

Who was ‘[Initial]💙❤️’ ? And why were they sending Lena a link to old One Direction songs? Specifically, ‘I Should Have Kissed You’? And why was Lena sending a song back telling them ‘next time’? The bathroom door opened a little.

“Jule, did I leave my phone?”

“Uhhhhhh, yeh, you did. Here,” Jule quickly locked Lena’s phone and rushed to hand it to her.

“Gracias,” Lena said absentmindedly, closing the door again. Spanish? Since when did Lena speak Spanish?

Slowly, the pieces slid into place for Jule. Lena had been out all day. Lena came back too happy and constantly looking at her phone. Lena replied in English and Spanish. Lena had received a text telling her that someone should have kissed her. Lena responded with the promise of next time. Lena was definitely on a date.

It wasn’t confirmed for Jule until the return leg. Much like in Barcelona, Lena disappeared all day and reappeared, looking far too happy the day after. She definitely went on another date.

“So,” Jule said as she cornered Lena in the locker room during recovery. “How was your date?”

“Oh, it was great. We went-” Lena froze. How did Jule know about her date? “W-what date?” Lena tried to cover slip up. Jule grinned devilishly, refusing to let Lena weasel her way out of this questioning.

“You know, your date with the Barca player,” she laughed at Lena’s horrified expression.

“I didn’t … What … me? No … I don’t,” Lena rubbed the back of her neck, trying to hide the dark blush adorning her cheeks.

“Don’t lie to me, Lena Sophie! I am your best friend. You went on a date, 2 dates, and didn’t tell me,” Jule said, slightly hurt that Lena didn’t trust her with this. It was well known that Lena didn’t do dates; she didn’t do the emotional side of romance. She flirted, she charmed, and she took people home – only to have them leave the next morning, often not quite remembering their name when the sun rose. To see her friend finally consider a date, multiple dates - and maybe something more – Christmas had come early for Jule Brand.

“What d-” Lena started to deny, but after seeing Jule’s face, she knew she was caught. She sighed before spilling her happiest secret, “She asked me after the Barca match if I wanted to see some stuff in Barcelona. It was such a good time. We went to breakfast, and she made me try all these Spanish and Catalonian pastries. Then, she showed me all the tourist spots. She took me to lunch and stuff and then showed me all the quieter places she likes to go. Then, we ended with dinner, and it was just, ugh. So, so perfect.” Jule smiled, liking this side of Lena she hadn’t seen before. “And then, we so nearly kissed when she walked me back to the hotel and then she sent me a song telling me she wanted to kiss me and,” Lena sighed dreamily. “And we’ve been texted and phoning and whatnot, but I asked her out after our match on Sunday, and we went to the Christmas Market, even though it’s only November because she mentioned she’d never been to one before, and we ate far too much and then …” Lena paused, the romantic gushing so uncharacteristic of her. “She kissed me. She kissed me, Jule. And it was so perfect, and, ugh…” she trailed off again. “I’ve never felt like this before,” she whispered, grinning to herself as she confessed.

“She sounds wonderful, Lena. But who is ‘she’?” Jule teased lightly, nudging her best friend.

“Um … Y/N. The number 17 put 2 past us on Sunday,” Lena smiled as she said your name, a lovesick expression taking over. “She’s got this smile and, god, her laugh. It’s like angels or something. She so, so beautiful, Jule.” Lena gushed. Jule hadn’t seen Lena like this, ever, but she wasn’t opposed to the in-love ramblings. She liked this side of Lena and hoped she would stay for a long while. “But she’s also funny, and kind, and sweet, and just … she’s already picking up German for me. I didn’t even ask her to; she just turned up here, and at the Market, she went to ask a seller about this piece of jewellery, and it was in pretty decent German. She was so cute, she got all blushy and shy afterwards and…” she sighed again. Her fingers coming to fiddle with the woven bracelet on her wrist – a gift from you to remember you by. Like she could ever forget you.

“Wow, Lena. When can I meet the girl that’s got you so lovesick?” Jule teased gently, bumping her shoulder against Lena’s.

“Not for a while, sorry, Jule. It’s just, it’s all so new, and we haven’t really discussed what we are yet, and we won’t be able to see each other for a while because of our schedules and, um…” Lena had the decency to look slightly embarrassed at her response, but she loved the idea of being able to keep you all to herself for a little while.

“No, I get it, no worries,” Jule smiled understandingly. “I can see that she makes you happy, and that’s all that matters,” she added, squeezing Lena’s hand at her words. “But I will require regular updates from you about how things are going, ok? ‘Cos … my best friends in loooove,” she sang out, laughing at Lena’s bright blush.

“Yeh, yeh, let’s go to recovery, c’mon,” Lena said, shoving her friend out of the empty changing room.

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[Initial]💙❤️: I want to tell them about u x

L💚: Tell em

L💚: Can I tell my team?

[Initial]💙❤️: Omg yesssss xxxxxxxxxxxx

Lena had permission from you to tell the team, and she was so, so happy about it. Telling Jule made everything feel so much more real; she couldn’t imagine how telling the team would go. She figured she’d start with the girls she was closest with.

Jule, Ewa, and Sveindis all gathered in her living room as Lena stood nervously in front of the TV.

“Um, so … I have something I need to tell you guys,” Lena said, fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt. Why was she so nervous? She loved the idea of being able to take you out on dates without hiding anything; she wanted to be in the crowd when watching your matches; she wanted to kiss you in front of the whole world … and yet she was nervous about this. If she had to guess, she would say it’s because she hasn’t done this before. She doesn’t date, and she’s never had to introduce her teammates to a partner before, but here she was, about to burst your little bubble of private joy. You had told her you’d done it already – or at least, you didn’t discourage the team when they snooped and didn’t stop them from guessing.

“Oh, my god. Are you leaving?” Sveindis asked.

“What? No!” Not yet, anyway. Lena replied.

“Are you dying?” Ewa countered. Lena was slightly shocked at her question.

“Ewa!” Lena gasped.

“Are you pregnant then? Did something happen? Are you ok?” Sveindis sat up, full of concern for her friend.

“No, good God, no. No, I’m fine.” Lena looked horrified that that was what her best friend’s brain jumped to.“I … I just needed to tell you that I have a girlfriend…” There was a split second of silence before Sveindis and Ewa burst into hysterical laughter. Lena looked towards Jule, unsure of the scene in front of her.

“Yeh, right. Good one, L.” Sveindis joked between peals of laughter.

“A girlfriend, nice one, Lena” Ewa wheezed.

“Guys,” Jule tried. She could see Lena’s face fall. When Lena had invited them to come over this afternoon, she had been so excited—she could finally share with her friends, her family, that she had a girlfriend—an actual, real girlfriend who treated her well and made her oh-so-happy. And now they were laughing at her. Was the idea of her being in a relationship so comedic that it brought tears to their eyes?

“You know what, fuck you. Get out, get out now.” Lena shouted, causing an immediate cease to the laughter.

“Lena, c’mon. That was a good joke -” Ewa started.

“It wasn’t a joke. I have a girlfriend. And I wanted to tell you today, but you think it’s basically impossible for me to have one. So, Get. Out!”

“Are you serious?” Sveindis asked.

“Get the fuck. Out. Of my House.” Lena replied, moving to open the door for them.

“Not about that, about having a girlfriend?” She ignored the open door, a clear sign that she was unwelcome at the moment.

“Yes. And I was really excited to tell you, but you guys find it so hilarious that I could have a relationship.” Lena said, hurt that her friends were so disbelieving of her.

“No, it’s just … you’ve told us so many times that you don’t date. You are … were … so adamant over it.”

“And when you stopped mentioning your one-night stands and stuff, we figured you were going through a dry spell or something,” Ewa added.

“We’re sorry for not believing you,” they both hung their heads, embarrassed that they hurt a close friend. Lena closed the door gently and returned to the living room.

“Does this mean I can finally meet her?” Jule asked after a moment of awkward silence.

“You know who she is? That’s not fair; how come Jule gets to know first?” Ewa moaned.

“Not yet, Jule. I still need to tell the rest of the girls first,” Lena sighed, sitting down on the armchair by the window. “And Jule knows first because she figured it out.” She explained to Eva.

“You should have seen her after the Barca match. She was so giddy, all blushy, and staring at her phone. Ugh, it was so cute. And then, after the home leg, she came into the changing room and couldn’t stop smiling. I’m surprised you haven’t caught on sooner; she’s not very subtle.” Jule gushed.

“So, it’s a Barca player? Who is it?” Sveindis asked.

“No, wait, let me guess,” Ewa shouted. “Ba-Batlle? Is that how you say it?” Lena giggled as Ewa bounced excitedly on the sofa.

“No, she has that maybe-thing with Bronze. Coll?” Sveindis countered.

“No, she’s definitely in a relationship; they did a lock screen video thing, and she was her girlfriend” Ewa and Sveindis pushed their heads together, coming up with ideas of who might have stolen their best friend's heart.

“What about Y/S/N? Y/N? Is that her name?” They looked to Lena for an answer. Whilst a verbal one wasn’t given, it wasn’t needed. The beaming smile was all that was required.

“Awww, she’s a cutie.” Ewa came over to hug Lena

“Real sweet, too. She came to check on Camilla when Pina did that tackle.” Sviendis agreed. “Now, tell us all about it. I want all the details!” They all got themselves comfy as Lena spilt all the information about the best few months of her life.

L💚: I told some of them

[Initial]💙❤️: Omg really??

[Initial]💙❤️: What did they say?????

L💚: They didn’t believe me at first ahahahaha

L💚: They thought u may have been Ona or Cata !!!!

[Initial]💙❤️: ahahahahahahhahahhahahahhahahaha

L💚: But then they said ur a cutie and real sweet

L💚: Which u r, obviously xxx

[Initial]💙❤️: Stoppppppp

[Initial]💙❤️: Ur gonna make me cry xx

[Initial]💙❤️: R u gonna tell the rest ?????

[Initial]💙❤️: No rush or anything xxx

L💚: Yeh I am xxx

L💚: I wanna tell the world ur mine xx

[Initial]💙❤️: now I’m actually crying wtf

[Initial]💙❤️: 1 photo image attached

[Initial]💙❤️: I wanna tell the world ur mine xxxxx

L💚: Schatzzzzzzz xxxx

[Initial]💙❤️: A nickname now?

L💚: Shut uppppp

[Initial]💙❤️: never

[Initial]💙❤️: Meine Liebeeeeeeee

L💚: 🩷🩷🩷🩷

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“Obi,” Alex called as the training ended for the day. “I need to talk to you.” Fuck! Lena tried to remember what she might have done to piss Alex off. She had behaved all training session – for the most part; the thing with the water was Riola’s fault, not hers. She was guided into an empty media room and was met with Svenja sitting on the table. Fuckkkkk! What had she done? Two players she saw as maternal figures had their Angry Faces on.

“Before you say anything. It wasn’t me,” Lena rushed to cover her back.

“What wasn’t you?” Svenja asked.

“Whatever you think I’ve done,” Lena answered cryptically. She wasn’t admitting to anything.

“So, you don’t have a girlfriend then?” Alex asked. “Sveindis was lying to Vivi?”

“Um … my answer depends on how mad you will be.” Lena ducked her head to avoid Alex’s gaze.

“We’re not mad that you have a girlfriend, Lena.” Svenja pushed herself from the table and took Lena’s hand.

“We’re mildly irritated we found out from changing room gossip,” Alex added, coming over to squeeze Lena’s shoulders. “Look at me,” she instructed when Lena still refused to look her in the eye.

“Your girlfriend is Y/F/N Y/S/N, yes? Barca’s number 17.”

“Yeh,” Lena couldn’t help the small smile that spread across her face at the mention of you.

“Does she treat you well, Obi?” Svenja asked.

“Yes, she treats me very well.”

“And you treat her well?” Alex added.

“I like to think so. She said I make her happy.”

“Good. When will she next be in Wolfsburg? Or at a match?” Svenja asked

“I’m going to see her at her away game in Madrid when we have the free weekend, but our schedules don’t line up for a while after that. They match up again just after the international break, so she’s coming here.” Lena explained.

“Good, gives us longer to prepare a speech.” Alex said to Svenja

“Speech?” Lena asked, slightly weary of what might happen – she knew that the 2 women could be very intimidating, especially if you weren’t German or didn’t know them very well.

“Yes, a speech—the ‘do not mess with Obi’ speech. I don’t doubt you will get one from Putellas and maybe Bronze and Paños, too. They seem very protective of her.” Svenja pulled Lena into a hug as Alex ruffled her hair.

L💚: Whose speech will be worse? Alexia’s or Alex and Svenja’s?

[Initial]💙❤️: Hmm, scary Germans or scary Spaniards???

L💚: I will endure it

L💚: Just for u Schatz

[Initial]💙❤️: As will I

[Initial]💙❤️: Only 4 u meine Leibe

I hope you enjoyed this little sub-chapter thing. I'm on my uni holidays atm so hopefully I can write the next chapter fairly soon but I do have deadlines etc <3

Also thank you to all the love from the anons ahaha - it means a lot to me <3<3<3<3<3<3

#woso community #woso #barca femeni #woso x reader #barca femeni x reader #fc barcelona #woso blurbs #woso fanfics #woso imagine #lena oberdorf x reader #ona batlle #lena oberdorf #jule brand #alex popp #vfl wolfsburg frauen #vfl wolfsburg women #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso fluff #woso oneshot #woso one shot

[prttykittes]

staying anon for this bec i feel disgusting indulging in this.

i’m big on dark/dddne stuff and yet I feel terrible reading it so i’m kinda glad i found somewhere i can kindof have a place to express more extreme stuff.

anyways big sis beidou wants to be your first so right when you turn 18 she takes your virginity :3

or dad zhongli sees that your bf is not what he thinks a BF should be like to he takes him out and makes you his. i mean this is more of a possessiveness than actual NSFW. i dont know😭

Stoner kazuha roofies you (with prior consent tho w this one)

Diluc gives you too much to drink so he fucks you instead.

i have so much more.. and if i ever do come back i’ll be “:3 anon”

do what you want w any of these 💕

Woahh:0, there's alot so I tried my best to do everything blog, I won't shame anyone for liking these things kind of stuff!!<3

ෆ Big!sis Beidou, Stoner!Kazuha, dad!zhongli, diluc X Afab!Reader [you/your]

— Synopsis:: multiple characters x reader, yeah

CW. Incest(father/child, Sister/slibing), smokes, weed, roofies, consent(Kazuha), dubcon(for everyone else), possessive sex(zhongli), drunk sex(Diluc), age gaps, fingering, Dom!characters x Sub!reader, reader wears pants in kazuha's part

A/N :: Multiple sexy characters :4— written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯ works in link!

BIG SIS! Beidou ! — She was so happy for you! It was your birthday! She got off her boat and went to your parents house! She saw you, you were still gorgeous as ever! She tears up, she was with for 18 years, her lovely slibing.... Oh how she dreamed about this day, she wants to be your first. So she's going to take you to her boat since you had always wanted to go on the water with her! She would spent time with you on there, just you and her. She celebrated your birthday, then she asked if you wanted to go on a ride. You said yes, now your both on her boat but instead of familial love it was filled with romantical love. She was half she was your first, she at first toying with your nipples. She went lower, she can hear you breathing heavily. Your eyes are hazy, your mind cloudy. Her hand was your sex, she rubbed it. She sees your lovely juices on her fingers, she can't wait to claim you as hers. Her sweet, lovely slibing all hers!

STONER!Kazhu— The smell of weed brunt your nose, he was smiling at you. His hand on his chin, his eyes were slightly red. He had his eyes on you, you sat down next to him. "{Yourname}" he says, you tilt your head in confusion. He gets up, his legs slightly trembling, he wraps his arms around you. "Can I?" He said, you knew what he had wanted to do. You never went this far in your friendship with him! You did have dreams and did wish for him to like you, you also had sexual dreams about him. You can't believe what your going to do with him, he smiles. He grabs some pills, he was going to roofie you but instead of doing it without consent. He has your consent, you close your eyes and take it. You gulp and your head feels weird, your eyes become hazy. He smiles and gently lies you on the bed. He is on-top of you, he lays soft and gentle bites on your neck. He continues to do while his kisses gets lower, you close your eyes and let yourself into the pleasure. He toys with your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He pulls down your pants and touches your sex through your underwear. His finger going up and down, pressing on it. "Your so cute..." He mutters, he take soff your underwear and Lena's down and licks at your sex. He smiles when your sex twitches. He coats his fingers in your pre-cum, then he prods his finger at your hole. His fingers scissor your virgin hole, making you more open for dick. You can feel his clothed dick against your leg while he continues to finger you, after some minutes. He stops and and pulls down his pants so his underwear shows and he slides his underwear down and his dick jumps up. He aims his cock at your hole, your hole clenches around nothing as you anxiously wait for it. He grabs a condom and enters you, his hard dick inside of you. He moves once you get used of his size. The motion is lazy and tried but it still feels good. Your virgin hole is not a Virgin anymore!!!

DAD!ZHONGLI !— He doesn't deserve his sweet baby! He stares at you and your boyfriend, he isn't a boyfriend. His boyfriend ideals for you are something like him!! He angrily glares and judges your boyfriend from afar. He can't believe that you chose someone that is trash, he gets so mad that he gets rid of your boyfriend... Oh I wonder how he got so bloody and why he is covered in blood.. don't worry it's not his!!don't worry baby, no need to worry about anything~ he comforts you after you find out your boyfriend is dead, shhh.... You still have him, your daddy is always here for you!! He won't leave you, he is going to make you his, not like you weren't his from the start! His kisses start form your temple to near your lips, his hands on your thigh to inner thighs. You sniff as you lean into his touch, just enjoy his touches. he slips his hand into your pajamas pants, touching your underwear. He continues to kiss your neck, wanting to mark you with his kisses and his touches. His fingers touch your sex and he slips his hand into your underwear, he smiles as he can feel your sex being wet. He pleasures you with his touches, he can't wait to claim you for his own. Emptying his seed inside of you!

DILUC !— He watches you, you weren't this drink from the start but you know... Things change, he continues to give you more. You were worried about the drinks because you wouldn't have enough to pay but you don't care anymore. Your drunken state, it exitces him but it's only with you. He gives you two more drinks and you drink it up fast like you want to please him... Your flustered face makes him want to kiss you and fuck your face but he can't bring himself to do so~ you let out hiccups and you lay your head on the table. He cleans the empty cups and gives you one more, you grab it weakly as you managed to drink it. You rant to him about annoying people and troubles in your life, he smiles as he listens to you. Your face still on the table, your hands are in a fist but then it goes limp. He hears soft snores from you, he walks around and rubs your hips. He blows in your ear, you still don't wake up. Your body is asleep and he could take advantage of it. He groans while he moves you over to more of a comfortable spot. He takes off your lower clothing and slides down your underwear. He sticks his finger in a cup as it is soaked with the alcohol, he pushes inside of you. Your loose and not tight, your whole body being loose. He kisses your forehead and continues to finger your hole, he lets out a grunt. His dick is really hard, he pulls out his cock and aims it at your hole. He can't wait anymore, he spits on his palm and rubs it on his dick. It's unsanitary but whatever because he is going to be inside of you!! His dick enters you, he lets out a groan, he moves his hips. It feels so good, he should do this more often to you until he gains courage to ask you out!!

#anon: :3 #kittytail #kittymilk #kittypussy #kittyorgans #tw.incest #cw.incest #genshin impact smut x reader #x reader smut #x reader #gender neutral reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #beidou x reader #beidou x reader smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader smut #beidou smut #zhongli smut #stoner kazuha #stoner kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader smut #diluc x reader #diluc smut #diluc x reader smut

[isa-ghost]

Attention JSE Community: Important

PLEASE REBLOG

This will probably blow up in my face, but something needs to be said. Besides, anyone who comes after me for this supports genocide, so. Whatever. Free blocklist if anyone sends me hate anons.

There's a person in the community, who runs a few blogs you may know, which you'll want to block if a) you're Palestinian or b) you wholeheartedly oppose the genocide taking place against them. I'm going to provide context, then list the blogs you'll want to block.

Back in November or so, when I first started reblogging pro-Palestine posts, I as an American wasn't as informed at the time about the war going on as I am now. Like any sensible American, I fully expected that any major media source I'd be given info from would be feeding me propaganda or just lies in general. (I'm right but I digress). As soon as I started reblogging pro-Palestine posts, I got concerned asks from two anonymous Israeli people who were formerly veteran followers of mine (one had been following me for at least 6 years). I thought their concern was reasonable, given I doubted the media sources I'd be most likely to get information from. I offered to let them correct me if I reblogged misinformation, assuming America would lie to me about both sides of the war, because of course I want to ensure I'm not perpetuating misinfo.

Mind you, I only reblogged 3 types of pro-Palestine posts: charity signal boosts, posts BY Palestinians, and videos of actual literal real life footage of proof or interviews about what Israeli forces are doing to Palestine and its people.

The anons I was getting started getting angrier, more aggressive, and guilt-trippy. I'm not sure which post was their last straw, but either the main anon (the one following me 6+ years) or BOTH anons I had previously heard from attacked me in my askbox calling me antisemitic and saying other nasty things because I was supporting Palestine. The main anon guilt-tripped me and straight up claimed Israel is not harming Palestine whatsoever, in other words denying the genocide is happening. Then they unfollowed me. This person owns the blogs I'm going to list to you.

I haven't heard from this main anon or the other one on Tumblr since, however they both were, until recently, also in a JSE Community theorist server I mod in, and recently blew up in there after the server mods declared their support for Palestine. The server owners AND the mods have been getting hate anons from Zionists (presumably the two anons sending multiple asks) for the last few days because of it, just like I did when I kept reblogging pro-Palestine posts.

One of the two anons, I'm unsure which, also owned a blog called @/hamas-is-isis, which is now inactive and/or deleted. You can still block the blog regardless just to be safe. Whichever anon didn't own the blog was reblogging its posts. So both anons supported the blog to say the least.

NOTE: DO NOT INTERACT WITH THESE BLOGS. ONLY BLOCK THEM. THIS POST IS NOT INTENDED TO CAUSE HARASSMENT, ONLY AWARENESS.

The main anon, the one denying the genocide is happening, owns the following blogs, two of which are/were major community blogs (which is why I'm fully expecting this to blow up in my face somehow).

@/theoristsden

@/hug-bot

@/aceofspades-lena (this is the main anon & possibly the owner of @/hamas-is-isis)

I strongly urge anyone who sees this post to block them, because I and at least 6 other people I will not name to avoid them getting harassed further, have witnessed this person being legitimately malicious towards Palestine and the topic of it. Again, they sent me an ask denying that Israel was hurting Palestinian people.

The second anon, the server mods realized today, had previously been sending subtle Islamophobic dogwhistle art in the server. We didn't catch it until after it came out that they're Zionists. Obviously, for any members of the server who see this that may be concerned, the mods have now deleted that art. The following blogs are theirs and I'm urging anyone who sees this to block them too:

@/phantomhunt

@/spacetimesystem

On the spacetimesystem blog, there are other sideblogs they listed in their pinned post if you want to go as far as to block those too.

I won't share it on this post, but the mods of the server I mentioned have screenshot proof of some of the hate anons that have been sent (I don't have any of the ones I got months ago unfortunately), as well as some other things these two have said. We also have a screenshot of the art.

I also want to mention, we found them discussing the idea of making a JSE community space that would "accept them." If you see Discord invites floating around, be wary. You could unknowingly be joining a Zionist-owned, anti-Palestine server.

Absolutely mind-boggling to me that these two would do all this or be this way when the charity that Sean supported for Thankmas this year is helping Palestinians. Not to mention he just straight up doesn't want hateful people in his community at all. But I digress.

Anyway, I urge you to block the blogs I listed. At least one of them is genuinely malicious and has attacked multiple people on anon over voicing support for Palestine. The other made art that implied Palestinians are monsters.

Free Palestine, and stay safe.

And once more: DO NOT INTERACT WITH THE LISTED BLOGS. ONLY BLOCK. I AM NOT MAKING THIS POST LOOKING TO GET ANYONE HARASSED.

#jacksepticeye #jse community

[ilwonuu]

please write a smut for a jaehyun (nct) n wonwoo threesome that’d be so hot 🙈🙈

anon,,, u are living in my mind bc these are my men,,, AHHH i hope u like hehehe <3

𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒

꧁꧂ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈，，， 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇

♔ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀- 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉， 𝖻𝖿 ����𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈<𝟥 ，𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇， 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽， 𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇

♔ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌- 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍，，，𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾，，， 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑（𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 ＆ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅）， 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑（𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈／𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 ） 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾， 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄， 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌（𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅， 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒）， 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗑， 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎 𝗂𝗍 𝗂 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍，，， 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾<𝟥

♔ 𝖺／𝗇- 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌，，， 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 ？ 𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾 （𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋） 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒😭

what would you do in this situation? your boyfriend has you in his lap with a soft smirk against his lips. he’s thinking of something dirty and you know it. he has had this smirk on his face most of the night. he rubs your thigh sweet before he talks.

“can i ask you about something? i want you to be honest.” he looks at you with a half smirk. “well maybe- it’s something i’ve been thinking about.” he smiles at you fully. “mhm ask away.” you look at him waiting to see what he’s going to ask. “what would you think about a threesome?” he asks casually as he adjusts his shirt.

“like, you me and another girl?” he shakes his head a little. “well yea if you wanted we could do that too but i was thinking another guy.” he says his words so casually. you were shocked at the words coming from him mouth.

“i would be into that. but who would be the guy?” wonwoo pretends to think for second before mentioning his best friend. “jaehyun?” he asks you as he looks at you with lust in his eyes. the ideas were running through his head of what they could do with you.

“that wouldn’t be weird for you?” you ask him playing with his collar facing him. “not at all. i mean to be honest i think he would be into it. i catch him looking at you all the time. but do you think he’s attractive?” you’re confused if he actually wants you to answer that question. you are froze in his lap. “i- well- wonwoo are you being like 100% serious? i don’t want you to think something thats not true. i only love you.” you reassure your boyfriend unsure as to if he needed that or not but he nods.

“yea i’m so sure baby. i know you’re mine i just thought maybe it would be fun. so do you think he’s attractive baby? if not we can think about someone else.” his gaze is harder to meet this time he looks at you. you look away from him nervously then look at him softly. “y-yea he’s attractive wonwoo.” he smiles at you words.

“yea? i’m glad you think so baby. should i call him?” he asks making a mocking face at your excited expression, especially when he mentioned the boy. you nod quickly as he grabs for his phone in his pocket. wonwoo calls the boy asking him what he thought of the idea. jaehyun was all for it saying he would be over soon. wonwoo hung up turning his attention back to you.

“see i told you baby. how can anyone resist you?” his words go straight to your cunt as you two wait for jaehyun. you are boiling with anticipation.

you can tell your boyfriend is also excited with the way his foot is tapping. jaehyun arrives suspiciously quickly. wonwoo left the front foor unlocked so the boy let’s himself in. he’s quick to meet you guys in the bedroom to see you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap.

“uh hey.” he says awkwardly waving at you and smiling innocently. wonwoo moves you off his lap to seat you next to him. “take off your clothes baby.” you turn to see wonwoo walking over to say something to jaehyun quiet enough for you not hear. you ignore the gesture as you start to strip yourself. jaehyun and wonwoo join you around the bed as you lay spread for them.

“what? are you guys just gonna stare or are you gonna fuck me?” you ask rolling your eyes trying to get a reaction. you watch jaehyun pull his shirt over his head. wonwoo moves to the side of the bed. “she’s a mouthy one.” your boyfriend rubs your cheek gently boyfriend unbuckling his pants. your mind is fighting with who to look at. jaehyun is positioning him in between your legs as wonwoo pulls his dick out of his pants.

“mm wonwoo she’s so fucking wet.” jaehyun murmurs into your skin leaving soft kisses against your thighs. “i think she likes you more than she let me to believe. huh baby? tell us.”you shake your head yes. “mm y-yes jaehyun is so sexy. i’m so wet for you both.” your boyfriend leans down a bit to look in between your legs. he takes two fingers, coating them with your arousal. wonwoo sucks in the fingers with a hum. “oh yea? damn baby- it’s so fucking good.” you moan at the feeling as you watch jaehyun spread your legs.

“open your mouth.” he grabs your face to look his direction before watching you open your mouth for him. “good girl. you listen so well.” his words are making more arousal gush out of you. jaehyun licks a long wet stripe against your folds causing you to moan loudly. wonwoo quickly shuts you up by shoving thick dick into your mouth.

“fuck baby-“ wonwoo throws his head back as he starts to fuck your mouth. jaehyun is rather content with eating you out like his life depends on it. his tongue works hard against your sensitive area. your moans sending vibrations through your boyfriends cock.

“fuck- you can take it all. good fucking girl.” he watches as you struggle to take all of his dick into your mouth. but he smiles at how much you’re trying to take more. you grind mindlessly against jaehyuns face. he pulls away to leave more wet kisses against your thighs. “fuck- can i fuck you?” jaehyun asks you but looks directly at your boyfriend. “go ahead jae. you can fuck her.” wonwoo gives permission on his part but jaehyun looks at you for a response now. wonwoo pulls his dick out of your mouth so you can respond verbally. your mouth leaves him with a loud pop.

“p-please jaehyun fuck m-me.” your boyfriend laughs at your desperate response. “open your mouth.” he says to you again as you open your mouth as soon as the words leave his lips. wonwoo groans as he slides his dick back into your mouth. his pace his fast as he fucks your face. “so g-good shit.” your boyfriend groans as you gag.

jaehyun pushes his shorts & boxers down to pull out his dick. “you’re so pretty.” jaehyun whispers to you before lining up with you. he slowly pushes in causing you to moan out. jaehyun and wonwoo were about the same size so adjusted pretty quick.

“fuck- im not gonna last.” jaehyun already says after the first couple of thrusts. “s-shit how do you do this she’s so fucking tight.” jaehyun moans deeply as he holds your hips in place. “i-i know- she’s fucking perfect.” your boyfriend groans as he fucks you mouth harder.

“s-shit gonna cum in your mouth baby.” the sight of the two boys is overwhelming. the fact that they’re talking about you right in front of you turns you on more. wonwoo pants your throat with his cum as a low groan slips from his mouth. “swallow it- like that. my good girl.” he wipes the fallen cum off your chin with his thumb. “take it all baby.” you lick the cum off his thumb with the best of your ability with the pace jaehyun is fucking you at. you throw your head back when jaehyun starts to quicken his pace.

“f-fuck jae.” you moan as you reach for your boyfriends arm for stability. wonwoo smirks at you as he takes a gentle seat next to you. your head is slightly leaning against him. “that feel good baby? you’re taking it like a good girl. maybe next time you’ll let us both fuck you at the same time?” wonwoo asks you but he knows you won’t answer fully. you moan in response.

“fuck- you gonna cum? you’re clenching around me so much.” jaehyun leans down to kiss your chest. you nod at jaehyun as your legs shake a little. “use your words baby.” wonwoo says to you as more of a command. “g-gonna cum jae oh fuck- feels so good.” you moan loudly as you feel your boyfriend’s finger against your clit.

“good girl. cum all over his cock baby don’t hold back.” his finger moves quick with jaehyuns thrusts. you see stars when you cum. your orgasm made your body shake harder than usual. the overwhelming feeling of both of them. “oh- fuck.” you try to calm yourself down as you catch your breath. jaehyun pulls out of you with a pant as he cums on your stomach.

“you okay baby? jaehyun fuck you too good?” he chuckles at his words. jaehyun pulls out of you joining in on the laughter. “yea i’m okay- that was really good but i wanted you to fuck me too.” you pout as you see the two of them getting their clothes back on. “be patient baby we can always have more fun later?” he looks at you and jaehyun with a smile. jaehyun replies with a nod.

“shit i thought this was one time. i’m down for anything.” jaehyun’s response making you and wonwoo laugh.

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

another idea! someone harrassed you online and Yelena does her spy stuff, gets the dude to Actually apologize and Mean it. and then as she's comforting you she's like...sneakily going down to eat you out and make you forget about stupid boys.

-💦🍯

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝘄𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): nsfw, smut with some plot, it's actually not that dirty, I mean it is but I was hoping for it to be sweet and lovely and cute, not sure if it worked out tho, yelena being the overprotective gf she is

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit wlw smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, mentions of online harassment, mentions of a boy being a dick (I hate men), yelena wanting to kill said man because he made r cry, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.7k

note: NONNIEEE, I'm sooo sorry it took me so long to write this. But I'm so glad I finally get to post this one. I really hope you like it, and I'm sorry if it's not as dirty and smutty as you wanted it. I still need so practise lol. Thank you for the request, anon, ily. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love y'all, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules + masterlist <3

To say she was pissed was an understatement, she was furious, she felt as if her blood was boiling, and all she could see was mad red.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing and all she could see was you. Everytime, her mind took her back to a couple of hours earlier in the day, and there you were crying, brows furrowed, bottom lip trembling and your phone in front of your eyes. Her heart skipped a beat once she took a look at you. She felt the muscular organ breaking into a million pieces, you looked so small, and fragile, like a lost puppy.

“Y/n? Baby, what happened?” Yelena asked, concerned and worried in her tone.

“Nothing, nothing. I just…,” you sniffed. Tears rolled down your cheeks as Yelena’s thumbs gently brushed them away.

“It’s not ‘nothing’, Y/n. What happened?” she took your phone from your hands, leaving it on the floor and wrapped her hands around yours.

“People can be so mean. Why are they mean, Lena?” you sobbed, your head fell on her shoulder as you let the river of tears flow.

It took you a while to finally open up to her because you wouldn’t stop crying. Yelena’s heart sank into her tummy as she listened to your words carefully. The sadness she felt for you soon shifted into anger as she realised the reason why you were crying was because of some stupid miserable insensitive boy.

Some brainless damned bored fucker had made some online comments about you. She scoffed, how did that asshat dare to make you cry? How did he dare to say those awful things about you? Was he really that bored to mess with you? Was he really that miserable to make other people cry? And you of all people. Why did it have to be you? You who were so sweet to everyone, including people you didn’t even know. You who would never talk shit about anyone. You who would always take care of everyone else before yourself.

It was Yelena’s job to take care of you. All she wanted was for you to stop crying and to make you feel better, so she made it her mission, literally. She wasn’t good with her words when it came to you, she felt like she could never say the right thing to make you feel better, so she did what she did best, and made it her next mission to find this repulsive freak and make him pay for all the tears you had shed because of him.

You were so tired from all the crying that soon enough you had fallen asleep on her shoulder. She carried you up to your shared bedroom, tugged you in, left a soft kiss on your forehead and got to work.

Tracking this guy down wasn’t hard at all, the jackass was careless, he probably thought that leaving hate comments here and there wouldn’t cause him any kind of problems. But boy was he wrong.

She breathed out one last time, trying to not let her anger get the best out of her, and then she opened up her eyes. There she was, parked right outside Jared’s house. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do, she felt like she could just kill Jared for what he put you though. But she knew you wouldn’t like that nor would it help you.

“Okay, here it goes,” she said, getting out of the car.

She impatiently knocked on the door, making no attempt to stop the loud knocking until Jared dared to open up.

“Jesus, I said I’m coming,” she heard someone say from the other side.

As soon as the door was unlocked, she pushed it open and made her way in.

“Hello, Jared,” she said, shutting the door behind her with a fake small on her lips.

“Who the fuck are you?” he sounded as angry as Yelena felt.

“We are going to have a chit chat, Jared.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are. You are going to leave or I’ll call the cops,” he stepped forward, trying to intimidate Yelena. She just rolled her eyes at the action.

“I’d like to see you try,” she said, pushing him back strongly enough for him to lose his balance and fall on his butt. “You see, Jared—.”

“How the fuck do you know me?”

“You said some things that I didn’t like,” she ignored him. “In fact, I’m really pissed off at the moment, so much that I feel like I could just rip your head off,” she chuckled as she watched the horror in his eyes. “You fucked up, Jared. Big time. You made the person I care most on this planet cry, and I hate you for that.”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You got the wrong guy, I swear I didn’t—.”

“Oh, really? So you are not @jaredrocks.com?”

“I, um…,” he hesitated, swallowing down the lump that had formed on his throat, which didn’t go unnoticed by Yelena.

“Yeah, I figured,” she clicked her tongue in annoyance. “So here’s what you are going to do, Jared,” his face went pale as he noticed Yelena’s mood change, he could tell she was getting angrier by the second and he didn’t want her to snap. Not after she pushed him to the ground so effortlessly.

All he could do was nod as Yelena talked, “You are going to come with me, apologise to her and you’ll promise that you would never do bad shit ever again, Jared. Because if you do, I will find out and I won’t be holding back next time. Got it?” she raised her brow at him for Jared to quickly nod again. “Great! Get on your feet.”

Once Jared and Yelena made their way to your shared apartment, she quickly pulled him out of the car and to the front door. You were waiting for them, well actually just Yelena. She had called you earlier and told you to be outside, she said she wanted to show you something. You felt a chill crawling up your back once you saw a man walking next to her.

“Baby, this is Jared. He has a lot to say to you.”

“Jared? I don’t understand—.”

But you were quickly cut off as Jared began to ramble about how sorry he was, that he didn’t mean to hurt you, that he was just bored and sad, that he was a pathetic little douche bag —Yelena made him say that— and that he would never do something like that ever again. That he regretted ever doing something like that. Suddenly it hit you, he was the prick who wrote that shit about you.

“You really hurt me, Jared.”

“I now can see that. I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise,” you could only nod at him, biting your lip to stop it from trembling.

“Okay. You’re done here, Jared. Now, get lost,” Yelena patted his back motioning for him to walk away.

“But I don’t—”

“Get lost, Jared,” Yelena repeated herself, this time her tone was harsher and Jared got the memo.

Once he was out of your sight the two of you made your way inside the comfort of your home. You still felt weird about the whole situation. You appreciated Jared’s apology, but you couldn’t stop thinking about all his mean comments.

“Y/n, stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“I know you are thinking about everything he said, but you must know that he was full of shit,” she said, making her way towards you on the bed.

“Lena, I just…” she could see the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“Y/n, you are the prettiest, smartest, kindest girl I ever had the pleasure to meet. You are so full of light, Y/n. Don’t let an asshole like Jared put you out, you hear me?”

You nodded, battling the tears.

“Let me show you how special you are, Y/n,” she said as she brushed her nose against your cheek, her lips impatiently searching for yours.

Her lips muffled a gasp coming out of your lips. Like usual, her lips moved perfectly in sync against yours, soft and rough. Her tongue danced around with yours. Her teeth biting your bottom lip. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as your skin set on fire just with how close she was.

“Make me forget, Yel,” you said breathlessly in between kisses.

Your back hit the bed as Yelena got on top of you, her lips never leaving yours. You wrapped your legs around her hip and quietly moaned once your clothed core made contact with hers.

“I love you so much, Y/n,” she mumbled against your skin as she trailed a path of wet kisses along your jaw.

Somehow in between kisses and soft caresses, Yelena got your body bare. She left a kiss on your forehead, one on your left cheek, another right in between your breasts, and one on your abdomen before making her way to your aching wet core.

“So perfect,” you heard her say before the room was filled with your loud moaning.

She sucked, bit, kissed and licked as she pleased, making a mess out of you. Gently but eagerly she pushed two fingers inside of you, a moan escaped from Yelena’s lips as she felt your cunt clenching around her fingers. She kept a steady pace, slightly curling her fingers to get you to enjoy it as much as you could, as her lips worked on your clit.

Your hands flew to her hair, tugging at it, pushing her even closer to your cunt. And with a loud cry you came undone on her mouth. Yelena’s lips moved fast to drink up every bit of your juice she could as her tongue helped you ride your high. Once you were finished, she left one last kiss on your cunt and went to cuddle you.

She tugged you in, making sure you were warm and wrapped you in between her arms, leaving small kisses on top of your head.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, Y/n,” you heard her saying as you drift off to sleep, tiredness getting the best of you. “Never again, I promise.”

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x fem reader #yelena belova x y/n #yelena belova x you #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova smut #florence pugh #florence pugh smut #littlexscarletxwitch's fic #requests by lovely anons ‘๑’

[xactodreams]

Supercorp Fic Recs

for the anon who asked me for fic recs—

first let me shamelessly self promote a fic a very dear friend of mine wrote, whom I collaborated with to format into an actual CatCo magazine. (that I totally printed out and got Katie to sign)

Her Brother's Keeper by ProfessorSpork

A CatCo Magazine exclusive by Kara Danvers Photos by James Olsen

Chapters:  3/3  Words:  7,910

(artwork is chapter 3)

Completed works I’ve read more than once

A Ribbon at a Time by abcooper After Lex Luthor defeated Superman, after the courts declared him innocent, after CADMUS rose to power, 16 year old Kara Danvers went into hiding. Five years later, a chance encounter with L-Corp CEO Lena Luthor throws her back into everything she's been running from.

Chapters: 5/5  Words: 27,929

We Need a New Song by uhpockuhlipz the ballet AU that's mostly not actually about ballet.

Chapters: 17/17  Words: 70,495

The Laws of Fate by sten06 A soulmate story with a twist. Lena has the ability to see the red string of fate, and the power to change it from one holder to another. She meets her match, after years of pining, but she's left having to make an agonizing decision.

Chapters: 7/7  Words: 85,760

Supergirl In Training by wtfoctagon Lena Luthor doesn't plan to have any kids. Or to get married, even, really. After the revelation that she is actually of Luthor blood after all, she's quite set on ending the family line with her and not taking the risk of any more drama.

Then Lorelai L. Danvers crashes into her life, claiming to be her seventeen year old daughter from the future.

Chapters: 19/19  Words: 71,381

listen closely and the stars will sing by celaenos Lena casts her mind around for the last time she felt this unmoored, this off-balance, by a woman, and can't come up with anything. Kara Danvers is unlike anybody that Lena has ever met; the sweetest, bubbliest person Lena’s yet to come across, and simultaneously one of the saddest, who is probably lying to everyone that she meets. It’s an impossible contradiction to wrap your head around, and Lena should probably stop hiding in this bathroom and trying.

(Or, Kara and Lena get parent-trapped into a relationship by a goofy little alien.)

Chapters: 14/14  Words: 118,667

The Fifth Wall by Black_Tea_and_Bones Kara goes to bed with Mon-El, and wakes up with Lena Luthor.

But it isn't Kara’s bed, and they’re not in Lena’s apartment, and that is definitely not their baby... Right?

Chapters: 29/29  Words: 109,273

Something Borrowed by janewithawhy Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Three weddings and the two women who attend them.

Chapters: 3/3  Words: 49,473

An Ocean of Fire by IcarusAndHerSun Medieval AU

Kara Zor-El, princess of Krypton, was a prisoner – and she was scheduled to become a martyr.

Chapters: 47/47  Words: 139,568

leave tomorrow behind (series) by Jazzfordshire Kara is a sexless housewife in 1969, feeling trapped and not knowing why. But when mysterious, kind-hearted Lena Luthor moves in next door, hosting swinger’s parties but ignoring the men, Kara’s whole world shifts on its axis.

Works: 2  Words: 53,961

there's a big old moon shining down at night by Jazzfordshire Needing to get away from the stress of her job for a few months, Lena buys a summer lake house in the most remote town she can find. She fully intends on keeping to herself, resting, and interacting as little as possible with the local colour.

That is until her car breaks down, and the town mechanic happens to be the hottest woman she’s ever seen.

Chapters: 7/7  Words: 71,987

run the red out by searidings red daughter is dead, yes, but she's not gone. not really. kara (and lena) have to come to terms with what that means.

Chapters: 4/4  Words:  69,797

you and me (and you makes three) by searidings fourteen-year-old kara shows up in present-day lena's office. things go about as well as could be expected.

Chapters: 1/1  Words: 10,478

i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day by robie In which Kara is a whole entire idiot, Alex is a permanent mood, and Lena is just glad Kara is there for her, as her fake wife, while she recovers from another quarterly attempt on her life.

Chapters: 1/1  Words: 6,400

let all your damage damage me by searidings after the horror of the phantom zone, lena helps kara heal however she can.

Chapters: 1/1  Words: 25,169

WIPs I’m Currently Obsessed With

Evil by Marieke_things_dreams_and_stuff Following the 100th episode of Supergirl, Metallo Lena crosses universes and ends up at LuthorCorp, set on getting her revenge on Supergirl. Kara not only has to deal with someone trying to kill her again, she also has to explain to her best friend why and how her carbon-copy is walking around LuthorCorp, and has to keep her sister from actually killing the Other Lena.

And why is it easier to talk to the Other Lena who wants to kill her than it is to talk to her actual best friend?

Chapters: 14/15  Words: 168,305

Queen Of The Damned by JadedLover The medieval supercorp zombie AU

Chapters 9/10  Words: 51,236

Honorable Mentions

with the birds i'll share this lonely view by searidings something terrible happens at mount norquay. kara and lena have to try to pick up the pieces.

Chapters: 3/3  Words: 41,713

don't go slow 'cause you're gonna be someone by robie The Wedding Date AU, inspired by the movie

Chapters: 6/6  Words: 59,904

is it gravity (or are we fallin' in love?) by coffeeshib Kara isn’t dating. Lena isn’t dating. Kara and Lena try not dating each other. Even if the lines start to blur a little. Even if they do the most girlfriend things.

They won’t date.

They won’t.

Chapters: 13/13  Words: 151,305

The Power of Deliverance by sten06 Kara as Persephone and Lena as Hades ;)

Chapters: 12/12  Words: 178,370

pour me a drink by lunchables a celebrity/bartender au

Chapters: 24/24  Words: 277,261

#supergirl #supercorp #fic rec

[upon-a-starry-night]

Hello! Could you please do a highschool! Yelena x reader AU where it’s just fluff and maybe reader is trying to study but Yelena keeps distracting her with kisses and stuff? Or maybe their prom night with Yelena being in awe of reader in her dress? Sorry for so many ideas :/

Hey Anon! I hope I made this as fluffy as you were hoping for! I absolutely loved this idea and had to write it immediately when I got it so Thank you! (I went with the first one but I might do the second one later!!) Enjoy<3 ~ Starry

Distractions~

Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader

Main Masterlist Yelena Belova Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You're trying to study but your girlfriend is making it very difficult.

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You’d been studying in the school library for the past hour, tucked away into a quiet back corner where you knew no one would bother you. It was your usual spot, you enjoyed the dark atmosphere and the fact that the school librarian rarely ever came back here. 

You squint your eyes at the screen that was starting to look a little blurry after staring at it for too long. You briefly considered stopping, sitting back in your chair, and stretching your arms above your head, but then you noticed your teacher posted some extra credit work, and well- you were already here it couldn’t hurt to work a little more. 

You began to dive into the assignment, so focused on your work that you didn’t notice the body that appeared in front of your table.

It wasn’t until you heard a quiet huff that you were startled from your task.

You looked up to see your girlfriend pouting at you, two iced coffees in her hands. You immediately beamed at her, admiring the casual way her hair fell onto her shoulders today, it was always a treat when Yelena wore her hair down, however, you did enjoy it when she’d sit down in front of you and shyly ask you to braid it for her. 

“I was beginning to think you would not notice me” She set your coffee down on the table next to your computer and walked around to stand beside you and see what you were working on.

“Sorry Lena, guess I was really in the zone”

Yelena squinted her eyes in distaste at your screen, pursing her lips and hovering over your shoulder in a way that made her strawberry and vanilla scent flood your senses. You loved the way she smelled, the way she pouted unconsciously sometimes, the way she looked at you like you were the most important person in her world. 

“You study too much, '' she mumbled before taking a sip of her coffee. You took a sip of your own and smiled at the taste, you didn’t know why but coffee always tastes better when Yelena got it for you.

“I’m almost done, I promise” You tilted your head to look up at her, at the curve of her jaw, at the way the blue light lit up her face in the darkness of the library. For a second you’re thrown back to when you’d met. 

You were leaving a party after getting harassed by a guy, you walked out of the house into the cool night air on the verge of tears only to notice your car was blocked in. You crossed your arms in frustration, contemplating calling an Uber or just walking when Yelena approached you. You might have been imagining things but you could swear she seemed almost bashful. She offered you a ride home and you remembered how beautiful you thought she looked, bathed in the moonlight with a dust of a blush on her cheeks. You accepted her offer and when you got to your place and neither of you were quite ready to say goodbye you invited her in to chat over some tea.

 Yelena left your apartment with your number scribbled on her hand and a kiss goodbye on her cheek.

You repeated the action on her now, leaning up only slightly to plant a light kiss on her cheek. Her head immediately snapped in your direction, lips quirking up into a smile when you let out a small laugh at her reaction. 

When you noticed your computer was going into sleep mode you clicked the mouse pad quickly and turned back to Yelena, lifting your hands to rest on her face. 

“I’ve got three more questions okay?” She leaned into your touch and nodded slightly, frowning when you moved your hands to work on your assignment.

A few minutes later your girlfriend sets down her coffee and wraps her arms around your shoulders, occasionally rubbing her thumbs on your collar bone. It's distracting, to say the least, and you’re sure she knows exactly what she’s doing. 

Eventually, when she realizes you’re not budging she switches tactics and begins peppering kisses along your neck and cheeks, it’s safe to say whatever your train of thought was successfully going out of the window. You tried to be frustrated but you found it more endearing than anything

“Lena” you warned her, turning at the waist to look at her. She shrugged behind you, failing to hide her satisfied smirk.

“What? I am not doing anything” You rolled your eyes at her, unable to wipe the smile off of your face.

“The more you distract me the longer this will take”

“Distract you? Who is trying to distract you? I am just kissing my girlfriend” You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head lightly at her bad attempt at lying.

You tried to go back to working on the next question when Yelena’s whining stopped you

“Dorogoy, my feet hurt let me join you”

Despite there being a perfectly good seat across from you, you stood up and let Yelena sneak in behind you, settling you back onto her lap when she was comfortable.

You realize how much of a mistake you’ve made when you feel her hands drawing light patterns onto your waist under your shirt. Her lips find your shoulder a number of times and you’re sure you’re making a lot of grammatical errors you will have to fix later. 

You stop typing when she brushes your hair to the side and kisses the back of your neck, however, as soon as you stop typing she removes her lips. You let out a noise of protest and you can almost feel the smirk you know she’s sporting.

“Malysh, you’re never going to be done if you don’t type” You roll your eyes because obviously you know that but it’s hard to focus when she’s touching you in so many spots and leaving kisses all over your upper body. “Maybe you should just stop” 

You shake your head lightly, you’re not going to give her what she wants by quitting. If you have to suffer through her ministrations just to not give her that satisfaction it’s a battle you’re willing to face.

You manage to finish your train of thought and work on the final question when Yelena’s knee starts bouncing lightly in boredom. You know she’s running out of ways to distract you and is now having to wait for you to finish. She’s switching tactics constantly now, drawing patterns on your thighs, massaging your shoulders, playing with your hair. In all honesty, it feels incredible and you love it when she puts her hands on you, but you’re so close to being done, and doing the work now meant more time with Yelena at home.

Finally, Yelena rests her head on your shoulder and just stares uninterestedly at your screen. You’re just finishing up when she whispers in your ear “I have a surprise for you but it might be going bad with how long you’re taking” There’s humor in her voice but also a hint of worry and you immediately jump out of your seat and shut your computer. She looks surprised at your outburst, her lips pursed and hands still in the pose of holding your waist. 

“Why didn't you say that in the first place!?” You hastily begin packing up your things into your bag, turning to hold your hand out for her to take once you’re done. She playfully glares at you before slipping her fingers into yours and tugging you out of the dark corner.

You giggle behind her as you let her lead you out of the library, excited for whatever surprise she had planned for you, hoping whatever it was involved more kisses and an extra clingy girlfriend.

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I love writing fluff <3 As always Please comment what you thought!~Starry

#marvel #fanfiction #marvel fanfic #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #women of marvel #fluff #fluff fic #mcu fluff #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fic #yelena black widow #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova imagine #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #black widow x y/n #black widow x you #upon a starry night writes #marvel one shot

[mirclealignr]

I'm nearly 18 and still watch a kids show to fall asleep and sometimes sleep with a lamp on cause my fear of the dark tends to come back when I'm stressed

that’s totally okay! there’s points in my life where i’m scared to fall asleep in silence so i put netflix on in the background rather than music or something bc i’m comforted by the voices. it usually comes when my anxiety is really high. i think things like that are perfectly normal <3

#lena asks; anon <3 #confess something!

[searidings]

if you're still in the market for a weird and wacky prompt to get you over writer's block please humbly consider this: epistolary fic <3

(also on ao3)

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help

oh god oh rao please

i can't i can't not here not again

someone please there has to be someone i can't be alone here i can't be alone again

alex lena please j’onn brainy nia eliza

jeremiah kal lois james winn somebody anybody please i have to

go back i have to go back they need me they need supergirl i need them

i need help i need

anybody

please

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help i don't know why i keep saying that no one is coming no one is

no one is here there is only

cold and me

and phantoms i thought

i was done with this place i thought i had escaped i thought i would never

come back

krypton earth home gone why are there so many

goodbyes

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help if i keep talking got to keep talking it will help can't stop talking

gonna lose it come on kara

keep talking

keep walking find shelter

that's all you have to do kara come on

before it gets dark it's always dark ok before it gets more dark

before they come

there's a cave ok ok keep talking keep walking god

it's so cold thank

rao for this suit thank rao

for lena

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help me god if i can't get this fire going so help me

where's

some friendly laser vision when you need it hm i can't

do this as a human i can't

do this at all i can't

fuck there ok yes ok

flames

are humans

this cold on earth or is it just

this fucking place

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help if i could just find a weapon just

like a really big stick not that there's

any trees

rao

this is so weird

i don't find weapons i am weapons

well not here ok not

helpful kara let's think about this logically what would alex do

w-w-a-d i should get that on a bracelet or maybe like

on a gun

ok no sticks but what about ok yes here perfect look at that

come at me phantoms i dare you to come at me now me and my big

fucking rock

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help it if i like to talk to myself i honestly don't think it's that

weird no matter what alex says like i

live on my own so who else am i gonna talk to at three in the morning i

have a lot to say and you

know what alex when i look around me i can see rocks and rocks and more

fucking rocks and maybe if i'm lucky there'll be a phantom

just to really

add some spice to my day

night perpetual darkness

thing ok alex mine is the only voice

around for miles for eons for millennia so

if i want to talk to anybody it's

going to have to be me

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help you'd think i would get tired of screaming

for help and yet

i can't seem

to stop

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help i need somebody help not just

anybody help i need someone

help

when i was younger so much younger than today duh duh duh

never needed no one's help in any way

but now these something something dah dah dah duh ok guess

that's my limit on the beatles huh ok what's

next what about

a little bruce springsteen if

anyone knows about dancing in the dark it's bruce ok i'm

not dancing but fuck if it isn't

dark so

here we go

duh duh duh duh duh

duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh

i get up in the evening and i ain't got

nothing to say

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help and compassion for all hope help and compassion for all hope

help and compassion for all hope

help and god brainy was

right i do sound like a girl scout

still hope

help and compassion for all hope help and compassion

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help please can't someone anyone

hear me isn't there

honestly isn't there

anyone else in this entire awful place how can that

be i know there is i know there must be my own

fucking mother sent people here as a day job so where the fuck

where are they all i need

people even criminals i just need to talk

to someone that isn't me i just need warmth i just need

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help me now that i've watched all those bear grylls things i guess i should

say thank you bear for

the survival tips if you can

call this survival not that

i've drunk my own pee yet but there's

still time so maybe this isn't rock

bottom yet though of course i am at the

bottom of

a lot of rocks ok

tough crowd you know

that joke would have killed with nia nal you just can't

find phantoms with a decent sense of

humour these days

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help please no i

please stop make it

stop i can't i'll do anything i won't

just please someone

make it stop hurting

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helpful not helpful we're not going to think like that we're going to

think positive because everything is going to be fine alex is

coming lena is coming our family is coming so keep it

together kara you know they would never

leave you here you know lena has probably invented ninety new devices

looking for you you know she and alex have teamed up you

know they're probably almost here already you

know they haven't forgotten you

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT014[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

helping each other probably although honestly lena most likely

doesn't even need it if brainy's a twelfth level intellect lena must be like a

thirty-nine so she'll be here

she'll come

she always has before even

if it takes a while because

lena wouldn't leave me lena

would never let me go

lena wouldn't

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT015[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help to keep talking that's what kelly would say it'll help she'd

say so i'll keep talking so

i don't forget how to for when i go

home

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT016[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

helping enough it's not

it's not

helping enough

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT017[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help myself but how i can't even walk now i can't move that

cliff must have been thirty feet and my ankle it's

shit it shouldn't turn that way ok think think

fuck it hurts but no focus think what would alex

do it's dislocated probably if there's no bloodflow that's

a problem shit fuck why is it

purple oh god i can't do that cracking thing alex

could do it i can't do it oh god oh rao please this is too

oh oh oh god ok focus pop it back in pop it back fuck

bloodflow you can do this come on come on come

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT018[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help is not

coming they're not here and even

if they're on their way it's going to be too

late i can't run now i can't even walk when the phantoms come i'm a

sitting duck rao i miss ducks i

can't believe how much i miss the sound of ducks what if

alex has to amputate my foot because i fucked up

popping it back in so bad that it's gone forever what if

alex never gets the chance

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT019[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

helps a bit at least this suit is a

miracle lena is a miracle imagine

if i didn't have this to keep me warm imagine

if i hadn't had the helmet when i'd fallen my skull

would have made fast friends with the

bottom of that cliff and poof bye

bye kara

::END-TRANSCRIPT>

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT020[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help myself i just keep talking just

so that i can hear something something else

something other than the sound of the phantoms screaming

of me screaming my voice

is annoying but at least it's better

than that i'd like to hear one of brainy's puns right

now or j’onn's dad advice or nia's memes i'd

like to hear eliza say she loves me i'd like to hear alex

argue i'd like to hear lena

i'd like to hear lena

i'd like to just

anything but my own goddamn voice

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT021[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

helps to retrace my steps repeat all the same words hey that

was it i heard it then ok what had i said

which word was the trigger i

heard it for sure that time

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT022[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help there it is again oh my god the word is

help of course the word is help kara you

are a grade-a dumbass of course if lena was going to build in a voice

command trigger word that word would be

help jesus christ you won't be winning any

prizes for intellect this year will you

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT023[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

ok yes i heard it again what

is that like a tiny clicking sound what

does it mean alright think

like lena what would she have done the word

is help but what does help do

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT024[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help ok hello i know it's weird to start a message

with help but

in what has undoubtedly been the most interesting turn of

events since lex luthor blasted me into

this hellhole i have finally

finally figured out that you

lena luthor you

world-saving genius have installed some kind of voice activated command when

i say the word

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT025[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

at least i can only assume that that's

what's happening since every time i say

help i hear a tiny little click which i have decided after

three days or possibly eons of investigation is most likely the

sound of a microphone clicking on to

record so now i just have

to figure out what it's recording

::END-TRANSCRIPT>

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT026[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help lena

lena are you hearing this is that what

you've set this suit up to do have you

set it up so that you can

hear me

probably not right at least probably

not here i don't imagine the cell service in the phantom

zone is all that great but i have to assume these recordings are

going somewhere right because that's what you'd do even

if you couldn't get to the messages yourself you'd have them

go somewhere

::END-TRANSCRIPT>

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT027[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help it still feels weird to start messages

to you like that now that i know that they are

messages to you at least i

hope they are but honestly

it's pretty apt you always did

know what you were doing because lena if

you can somehow hear this i really

could use your help

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT028[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

so i was talking to you for ages and

ages just then before i realised that the

recordings probably don't go on forever right like the

microphone you put in my suit probably only records for

short periods if it's triggered by the word help it's

like a distress call an sos right so i think

i've just been talking when it hasn't been recording i

think it probably cut me

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT029[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help ok hello it's me again i have finally

i think managed to figure out your genius i

think the suit records for thirty seconds after i say the

word help i was counting one mississippi two

mississippi like alex used to make me and i think

i counted thirty mississippis lena before another

click which must be the microphone turning off so from

now on i'll try and keep my ramblings under thirty

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT030[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

yes alright i didn't manage it that time i guess i

have a lot to say i know i know i never

shut up i bet you're laughing right now hearing this i

hope you're laughing i hope you're

hearing this i

guess you're not

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT031[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

i guess it doesn't really matter though right because even

if you're not hearing me now which i don't see how you

could be then maybe you'll hear it one day knowing

your genius all this data is probably being backed up to a

server on the international space station or something

else equally bonkers and brilliant but really the reality doesn't matter as

long as i can feel like i'm talking to you that's good

enough for me

::END-TRANSCRIPT>

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT032[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help see i'm getting better at timing these

messages now i'm getting better at

everything i can't tell you how much it's

changed things being

able to talk to you lena it's

brought me back to life i think i know

that sounds dramatic but it's

true you have

and the thing

is that this is not the first time you've

saved me you know not

even close

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT032[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help so

today was a good

day not that there are days here and not that

anything is good but my

ankle is finally more fading blue than dark purple

black bruise which i am choosing to take as a sign that

it will probably not fall off and i have probably not crippled

myself for life though i do not think my

future lies in medicine somehow

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT033[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help and it was good because i did

not see a single phantom and because

i was thinking about

you for most of it and

your eyes and your hair and your hands and your

smile do not a bad day make not even now not

even here

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT034[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

i've been wondering about the

specifics of this thing you've built in lena since

i have a lot of time to wonder here so

indulge me is my suit saving each one of these audio files in

perpetuity that

seems like it would take a lot of memory and i can't

find any sizeable chip in the helmet so does

it save as audio does it save only text hell is it

videoing me without me knowing i honestly couldn't tell is

it even saving anything at all am i

even being saved at all

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT035[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

please the

phantoms they're

help really

help

if you're there i really

need help

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT036[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

i couldn't speak this

time not for days i'm

sorry i haven't been here but i just

couldn't the phantoms the

the dreams they were so

i can't say it not even to

you some things are not

meant for words

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT037[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help i wonder if you're coming

lena i wonder where you are out

there i look for you in the sky you

know but the sky here isn't sky it's only grey and

nightmares so i look for

you in my heart instead because that's one

place i'll never lose you see that's

one place you'll always be

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT038[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

today i am very

very

cold

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT039[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help i made a

fire again today first one in a

long time you would be proud i think that i haven't

given up not

completely the flames looked like

the amber of your hair in the sunshine and the

warmth felt like

your skin

::END-TRANSCRIPT>

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT039[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

i like to think of you listening

to these messages like to imagine you snorting

and rolling your eyes because every time i say

help the way i should say hello

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT040[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help now i'm thinking of that dumb

awful john green movie nia made us watch that brainy sobbed at but

you hated it you said it was so cheesy especially that

one line that everybody quoted but now i can't stop

thinking that this is the perfect time so

lena maybe

help can be our always

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT041[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

is that even right have i misremembered the

damn quote what's the original line maybe

okay can be our always is that it well

like you said at the time that isn't even that

romantic so maybe i should rework

it maybe i should use this new most common word in

my vocabulary to tell you what i really want to tell

you what really matters maybe

maybe i should say to you here and

now from the depths of this hellish phantom

zone lena luthor that maybe every time i say help i'm really

saying i love you because oh lena i

do

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT042[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

it feels

a little strange to say that now even though i

have to say it to start the recording but also it's

not strange at all

things often aren't when

they're true so i'll say

it again and i'll keep saying it forever help

lena

help help help

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT043[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help i started salivating today thinking about pot

stickers i haven't eaten

anything in all the time i've been

here yet i'm still alive guess that's one more

fun trick of the phantom

zone when i get out of here the first thing i'm going

to eat is a pot sticker i started

this message by saying it but i'm going to end by saying

it again i love you lena and i

miss you

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT044[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help do you think that

if none of these messages ever make it to

you that the phantoms will play them over my

dead body and laugh at what a romantic

sap i've become

fodder for phantom jokes that's all that

i am now and honestly i think

that's alright

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help you know what i've been thinking i

would die before i put you through the hell that is

this place but honestly if you were

here i think it wouldn't be

so bad i don't think

anything could be not

if it had me

and you

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help today

the phantoms almost got me i think they're

getting colder when they come it's like i'm

frozen like there's no life left anywhere it's getting

harder to hope that you're

out there at all i've

been here for so long now have you

forgotten me i've nearly

forgotten me

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help talking to you

is the only time i talk at all now except

in the dreams those awful dreams when i

scream but even then my voice is getting so

weak i think maybe my throat is frozen maybe

i'm shutting down so i'll tell

you again now i can tell you the truth since you're

not here to hear it i

love you lena and i think i might be dying and it

feels like desolation and it feels

like peace

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help there's a

light in the sky not the light of the phantoms this one is

warmer it's brighter it looks

like the sun no no it looks like a

what is that what

it looks like oh my god is it a

ship it's a ship it could be you lena oh

god is it you

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help oh god oh god oh god if

this isn't you if this is just another dream another

illusion i can't take it i can't take this i

can't handle any more false

hope please don't let this be

false ok it's coming

closer it's coming i can hear it now this is

it this is really truly

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT050[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help shit fuck it's really oh

my god it's j’onn's ship it's you lena lena

lena it's you

of course it is of course

you're here of course you're going to save me you built

me a suit that will not let me die you

rigged up a broadcast that answers to the word

help so that you would always be able to come when

i called of course you did of course

it's you

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help me i knew you'd find me i knew you'd

save me oh lena oh god you feel so good you smell so

good oh shoot i'm

sorry there's snot on your shirt i don't

care you are you kidding me kara i don't care i don't

you're here you're really i'm here i'm here i

love you i know i heard

your messages you heard me yes they got through when we got

close i heard you kara i love you i love you

too so much oh rao i'm so happy you're here i'm

so happy we can finally say i love you instead of just

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help me god if you don't kiss me in the next

one second i'll start screaming so loud they'll hear

me in the next dimension say no

more sweetheart my god you're

so beautiful i've missed you so

much come here baby come here

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#i truly and honestly don't know if this makes any sense but here we are. i tried <3 #u r right though anon it was only writing something so weird and different from what i usually do #that allowed me to get over the most hideous writer's block that i've been battling for the past few weeks #here's hoping we're back to normal now #hope this is semi-coherent and also that you're having a great day #asks #anonymous #dings dot txt #supergirl #supercorp #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor

[ekingston]

Apart from show canon, at which point did u think it was too late for lena's immediate forgiveness to kara's identity reveal

oh boy. anon, here is where i come clean about my shoddy recollection of canon’s chronology. i’ve done so many fragmented rewatches and skipping back and forth—there’s a reason i rarely dabble with canon-adjacent stuff! and that even when i do, i create worlds where Lena figures it out herself! 

second road bump to answering this question is that i have a LOT of feelings about how things played out on the show, and most of them are incongruent with the tone of sgcw. i understand their narrative reasons for keeping the secret from Lena for so long! but the execution is so, so terrible! ignoring large swathes of canon and replacing them with my own is the only way i’m able to enjoy at least the last tiny handful of seasons!

here is where i spend an hour procrastinating from my WIPs, while not successfully answering your question at all:

to be perfectly clear: i adore most parts of canon Kara. and i think i may be hard on her in ways i wouldn't be if i didn’t relate to her so much. i think her backstory is extremely compelling and i admire her ability to hold on to her kindness and hope and joy even after losing everything that was important to her, even when she’s tired and lonely and mad. 

BUT. a healthy Lena—one who we were made to believe was finally freeing herself from Lex and Lillian, rising above the coping mechanisms she’d developed as an unwanted and emotionally neglected child? i don’t think that Lena would (should?) have forgiven canon Kara at all.

after the rift, canon Kara flitted between telling Lena she’d lied to her ‘to protect you’ to ‘one person who sees me only as Kara’ to ‘your last name’ to ‘didn’t want to lose you’ until she literally told Lena she was on her own, and she’d treat her like any other villain until Lena repented, even rejecting her apology at first, as if Kara’s own decisions had played no part in Lena’s downward spiral at all.

the Kara Lena would have forgiven is the much more cohesive and coherent Kara brought to us by our talented fix-it writers: a Kara who is willing to let herself be vulnerable and to second-guess her motivations, one who is able to put together a proper apology and actually listen to Lena's own. 

but, okay, lets table all of that. this is me trying really, really hard to entertain canon:

Kara and Lena’s friendship became painfully lopsided by season 3. i think that was, if i recall correctly, when the super-friends decided to trust Lena enough to regularly ask her for assistance—but not enough to let her be part of their in-group; it’s where they left Lena in the dark about the fact that her best friend had come close to plunging to her death right in front of Lena's eyes, and was actively still fighting for her life; where they tricked Lena into having an extremely personal conversation with J’onn, while he was wearing Kara’s features, only to make belly-laughing fun of her about it later. 

and even then, honestly, it might already have been too late. what about the aftermath of Jack’s death? was that season 2? Jack was Lena’s ex-everything, someone who genuinely loved her, who saw her through the fallout of Lex’s arrest. he was one of her last remaining friends, and Lena pressed the button to let him die in order to save Supergirl’s life. how would Lena knowing that Kara went through that with her, knowing Lena had chosen to save the life of her favorite person in addition to National City’s hero, have changed the way she felt about that horrible situation? that’s where that extremely wonderful heart-to-heart on the L-Corp couch happened, right? Kara swore she’d always be Lena’s friend—while keeping silent about the fact that she was there when Jack drew his last breath, that she had witnessed their final moments.

so—i really can’t tell you anon, i’m so sorry. the 100th episode already fabricated reasons why Kara couldn’t possibly come clean to Lena back when she made the conscious decision to be her friend (and not in a ‘keep your enemies close’ kind of way!), and i’m beginning to think that was the only moment Kara could have told Lena that would have kept her conscience completely clear. Kara should have made it part of her decision—either she was going to be Lena’s friend and give her the same trust Lena was giving her, or she would keep things professional, and keep her identity a secret from her. 

Kara tried to do both, and if i really think about it, i don’t believe that was ever fair.

#i could have kept going anon #drifting further & further away from your original question all the while #i think it would have helped it supergirlcw would have figured out at one point what kind of show they wanted to be #and possibly maybe also perhaps if they'd managed to make up their mind about who these characters were and what they wanted? idk #is it lighthearted and fun? then lena knew all along and kara half-suspects but it's still hard to come out and actually say it #is it dramatic? maybe lena still knows but she's convinced kara not telling her means she's just another luthor AND MAYBE SHE IS #is lena just another evil luthor? so kara was right keeping her secret from her! bring on the (actual proper) villain arc! #etc etc ad nauseam & ad infinitum #thank you for letting me get this out i guess anon lmao #perhaps it is A Day #ask me things! #anonymous

[chrisevansdaughter]

“bubba saved the day always”

Paring: Chris Evans x toddler! Reader

Warnings: toddler! Reader feeling icky and just overwhelmed, medication, chris being the best brother ever, cuddles, just feeling icky and fluff

Summary: Chris looks after y/n when she wakes him up in the middle of the night because she feels icky but not like she has before when she’s been ill.

Waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t something you’d do often, but when you walked into chris’ room your head feeling like it’s been shaken because it hurt so bad, you stomach was in knots but most of all your body just felt like it was being weighted down.

Waking over to chris’ bed, blankie trailing behind you and Timmy the sheep in your hand where he lay starfished asleep dead to the world, you tried to wake him.

“Bubba, bubba wake up ‘lease” you whispered feeling bad on top of what you already felt for waking him up

Slowly Chris woke up to the world, a little sweet voice pulling him away from his dreamless deep sleep.

“Hmm? Lovebug what’s going on hmm.. why aren’t you asleep?” He said sleep heavy looking over to where you were standing.

“Feel icky bubba” she whispers in to his chest after being lifted on to Chris to snuggle into his chest.

As you were laying on Chris’ chest he could feel how warm you were no wonder you felt not like your usual self.

“Oh lovebug, not feeling too hot huh. Let’s go get you some medicine to make you feel better okay?” He whispered knowing you wouldn’t like the medicine as soon as it was mentioned.

Giving you a reassuring cuddle whilst you both made your way downstairs you never failed to make your bubba laugh even if you weren’t feeling good.

“Bubba can have apple ‘auce” y/n asked snuggling into chris more knowing what was to come.

“Of course lovebug, we can get some applesauce and some medicine okay to make you feel all better” he chuckled peppering kisses on to her forehead.

A whine left y/ns lips knowing that she had to have medicine, hearing this chris just holds her closer. He mixes the calpol in so he knows she gets the full amount.

“It’s okay lovebug, I’m gonna put you down on the counter and get you a sippy cup of ‘juice’ hmm” he gently smiles.

That cup of ‘juice’ being grape flavoured kinderlyte that they keep in the fridge for you whenever you need a little more hydration.

“Ma lady lovebug here is your applesauce, do you need help?” He chucked at your sleepy face.

“Mhmhm ‘elp ‘lease bubba” y/n whispered to him

Okay lovebug, let’s get this in you then we can go get into bubbas bed and watch Timmy with cuddles, come’ere let me help.” He picked up the spoon and started to spoon feed y/n.

Once it was all gone, he carried her on his hip up to his room and snuggled her up in his chest, sleepily she asked for Timmy. And an hour later you were both out like a light, the next morning you woke up feeling so much better than last night.

Bubba made you feel better even just him hugging you when you didn’t feel like yourself made you feel better.

He was the best, bubba saved the day always.

Hey loves I hope you’re all well, this was something that came into my head earlier because I’m currently on day 2 of a migraine but since i know you love toddler!reader and chris I thought i play on how I feel and put it into a fic for more toddler!reader content.

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[quietlyimplode]

natasha and whoever you feel like writing for :)

"Did you ever trusted me, at all?" she asked, eyes steeled but somehow still filled with so much pain.

“Did you ever trust me, at all?" she asked, eyes steeled but somehow still filled with so much pain.

“Lena…” Natasha’s eyes well up, “you were six, what was I supposed to say? Of course I trusted you, but I wasn’t allowed to say anything; and they… made sure I didn’t.”

Yelena takes in Natasha’s words.

“How?” her voice barely above a whisper.

“You loved them. They played their role well. I was the outlier who knew too much and had too much to lose. It didn’t take much to threaten me.”

Natasha looks up, as if willing the tears to go back in her eyes.

“We could have run away.”

Natasha nods.

“We could have; but they would have killed us. Melina, Alexei, they grew up in a time and place that the brutality was always around them and they always had to think about themselves. We were nothing to them. Maybe a blip on their records but killing us would have been the same. I think I wanted our lives to be different, maybe to mean something.”

Yelena is quiet at this. She knows that there’s so many what ifs about their childhood that they can never be answered.

“I trusted you,” Natasha finishes. “I trust you.”

(Thanks Anon, haha an excuse for Nat and Yelena <3)

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