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Fandom: Supergirl
Pairing: Kara Danvers x fem!Reader
Genre: Smut
Words: 2.9k+
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, jealousy, fingering, semi-public sex
Summary: Attending an event with Kara seemed a good idea. It had never been an issue in the past, but when she returns from mingling to find you enjoying the company of another guest, things take an interesting turn.
A/n: I want to say that I've thoroughly proofread this, but I cannot because I am lazy and also not motivated enough to do that :)
Kara didn't want to leave you. On the drive over to the reporter's gala, you'd heard her say just that, even if you were the slightest bit distracted by how her muscles bulged under the sleeves of her blazer.
She knew you were no social butterfly and had sworn to stay by your side when you needed a breather from small talk and scheming questions—a hero even when she shed her cape. You'd tried to reason with her, explain you were not a child, that you'd be fine alone. Alas, it proved useless. She wasn't having it.
However, that was the drive over when Kara had yet to be faced with renowned reporters, endless opportunities for stories and the chance to fill a whole page, front and back, with media contacts. So, when the time came, you were proud to admit you succeeded in swaying your girlfriend to do all the things you knew she was most looking forward to with a "Please don't let me stop you. I had been wanting to check out the bar anyway."
You did receive a dejected look from Kara as she was dragged away, one that reminded you of a little lost pup. That wasn't entirely a pleasant sight, but when you arrived at a too-tall bar stool and peeked over your shoulder, you were happy to note Kara was lost in conversation. The twinkle in her eyes she only got when intrigue grew and questions were formed was bright as ever. She was utterly consumed. It was a happy sight. A sight that, mixed with alcohol, made your chest flush a little too hot for liking.
Time ticked by, and for a while, it was okay. You watched Kara move around, go from person to person, nursing your drink between glances and taking in the room decor. The thought of joining her did cross your mind but was quickly stored away when you realised how hard it would be to reach the blonde across the ocean of bodies. Better to sit tight and save yourself the trouble.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the event hall grew too loud. Not loud from rowdy patrons or blasting music. The accumulation of too many polite voices and clattering sounds combined to form a monotonous hum was what was beginning to drive you crazy. You waited. And you waited. And you waited some more. You waited for as long as you could, feeling more and more how your cheeks began to burn until it got a little too much, and you found your way outside to the stone stairs of the grand entrance, heart beating a little too fast for your liking.
That was where Kara found you. She'd wrapped up her conversations as fast as possible, asking and answering rapid-fire questions, absorbing every bit of knowledge offered while keeping track of the time. It couldn't be helped that now and again, she lost herself in stories that she imagined would one day be hers. She knew you'd understand. But then, too much time had passed, and she knew it as she hurried over to the bar, already panicked about how best to apologise for leaving you alone for so long.
By the time she did find you, after discovering the bar vacant, her worries were gone, and Kara was joyous to finally be so close to you again that she could smell your perfume. The stories she'd heard were waiting on the tip of her tongue to be regurgitated, along with an apology kiss, which she had decided was the foolproof option on the walk over. However, when she turned a corner and finally saw your unmistakable figure, she did not expect to find you with company. More so, she did not expect a pristine blazer that was not hers to be wrapped around you, keeping you warm from the evening's light breeze.
Watching from a close distance, Kara could see it. She could hear it pierce her ears—the bitter sound of laughter. You were smiling, listening attentively to what this random woman spewed at you, and it drove Kara crazy, filled her veins with fire, and turned her knuckles white. She hated this part of herself, the wiry-clawed green-eyed monster that came out so often around you. She'd been pushing it down all evening, all week, hell, your whole relationship, whenever she saw someone's eyes linger on your figure too long. But this, whatever was happening between you and this woman, was, for some reason, Kara's last straw.
"It's freezing." She strode over, steps heavy, tone sharp as she announced her presence.
It was, in fact, not freezing, and you were about to mention that as you turned to greet Kara, but the second you saw her stony expression, you decided otherwise.
"Kara, it's so nice to finally meet you," the woman beside you said, extending her arm to the blonde with a warm, charismatic smile. "Andrea."
The reporter outright ignored the greeting, stared at Andrea with flared nostrils and then back to you, her eyes softening only a smidge. You hated to say it, even if it was just to yourself, but something about seeing Kara this way deeply affected you. Of course, you loved sweet Kara, the Kara that would never be able not to help, the Kara that left a trail of sunshine behind her as she walked, the Kara that giggled at double entendres, and that's what she said jokes. But this Kara, fierce, protective and territorial Kara, the Kara that would crack someone's neck if they looked at you the wrong way, throw them over the side of a building if they even thought to touch you, drove you mad with undying lust.
"Why are you out here?" your girlfriend asked, snapping you out of your daze. Her eyes grew smaller, and her lips thinned as she stared at the blazer still around your shoulders.
Sensing her hostility and heavy eyes, you got the hint. Well, it was less of a hint than a blaring alarm. Nonetheless, you understood. "I got a bit hot inside, that's all," you calmly answered, beginning to shrug off the satin jacket that seemed to be Kara's new adversary lest she burn a hole right through it.
"Nice seeing you, Andrea," Kara said dryly, sporting a sarky smile as she took the blazer off your shoulder and handed it back. "I'll be taking my girlfriend inside now."
With an arm hooked around your waist, you were ushered inside, unsure what the hell had just happened until it was too late to turn around and apologise for Kara's out-of-character behaviour.
"Did you have to be so rude?" you whispered. "She was only being nice."
Kara was indifferent, her face expressionless. "I thought you didn't want to socialise," she finally said, manoeuvring past groups of chattering clusters.
"She approached me. It would have been rude to ignore her," you tried to reason.
"The blazer?" Kara countered, nails digging into you so hard you felt them pierce the silk material of your dress, forcing you to choke down a whimper.
There were so many things you could have said, so many things you should have said. You could have given Kara one of the many valid reasons you had at your disposal. But no, you did nothing of the sort. Seeing Kara this pissed off, even if she was trying to hide the true extent of it, was absolutely divine, and you wanted it to last.
Leaning over to her ear, keeping up with her quick pace on your tippy toes, you sultrily whispered, "I was chilly, and she offered to keep warm."
Kara halted, standing stark still in the middle of a desolate hallway. You saw her jaw lock, the way her veins in her neck bulged. Her eyes, shining a scorching shade of blue, looked off into the distance, and that was when Kara truly lost herself to silent rage.
When her feet started moving again, no words were spoken. She only pushed you down the corridor and then to the left, each step growing more daunting as the woman beside you remained stoic. You started to consider that perhaps you had gone too far.
"Kara, I-" you tried but were cut off by the force of Kara roughly shoving you inside a side room. With no warning, your body was slammed against the back of the door, forcing it shut with a bang that echoed in your ears, its remnants reduced to a faint buzz.
Kara had kept her hands on your waist, body a safe distance away as her azure eyes roamed your face in rapid intervals, eventually landing on your lips.
"Do you need a reminder?" she snapped.
Fidgeting and momentarily adverse to maintaining eye contact, you looked around at the collection of coats, studying all the colours, all the various items poking out of pockets, and the occasional umbrella brought in by the wary, inherently failing to answer Kara's vague question.
The quiet grew to be biting; its teeth gnawed away at your confidence until breathing became almost impossible. Thankfully, the room itself was chilled, air circulating well enough to ensure that dust particles and the distinct smell of dampness would not stick to the fabric. Only two windows painted the room, both of which were located to your right, one jammed shut with rust and debris, the other slightly ajar. And as grating seconds passed like hours, and eyes locked onto you, hot breath rained down on you, the timid breeze that began to sweep in through the small crack of that old window became your new best friend.
You focused on it as you looked to the floor and watched your toes curl. You heard its high-pitched whistles alongside the squeaking leather of your shoes, and you felt its light fingers caress your flushed cheeks just enough to dull your panic to a manageable seven.
Of course, this did not last long. Your senses eventually found you, and you remembered the lingering question dancing in the air and the unhappy blonde who deserved an apology. But it was too late. For the second time that evening, you concluded that you'd pushed your girlfriend too far.
Your punishment was a hand coiling around your throat, calloused fingers threatening to mark you with blotchy bruises but not daring to squeeze hard enough to hurt. Beneath the firm grip, you closed your eyes, frustrated with how painstakingly annoying it was to have something so wrong feel so good. So fucking good you were struggling to hold in a moan.
"Do you need a reminder that you're mine?" Kara calmly asked, fractionally squeezing just that little bit tighter to force out a strained whimper. Her pupils were blown wide, dark whirls of something foreign polluting the bright shine of her irises.
Distant music seeped in, filling the silence between rapid breaths. Eyes sharpened their focus on one another, studying the new hues of lust, committing the new palettes to memory for lonely nights. Then came the slip—your submission offered with one last shuddering breath and the slow close of your eyelids, and Kara, sharp as a whistle, acted accordingly. Her lips, soft yet bruising, devoured you at a moment's notice, pulling you in with deceiving memories and false promises, only to demolish them with biting nips and trailing scratches. She tasted of pure possession, each slide of her tongue more demanding than the last.
She wanted control, and you happily gave it over.
Kara pulled back, beginning to plant kisses from your mouth down to your neck. She drew you into her mouth, sucking hard enough to have surely left a mark, and you'd have cared if it weren't for the svelte fingers shamelessly working under your dress, rising to the juncture between your thighs to tease your clothed cunt with light touches.
There was no remorse when your shivers were felt, when your pitiful rendition of a beg was heard or when your hips started to grind down in desperation. The reporter was hell-bent on prolonging the torture.
Hand on the underside of your knee, Kara encouraged you to wrap a leg around her waist. She hauled it up as if it weighed nothing and held it in place, momentarily allowing you to find some needed friction along the column of her toned stomach. It was then you realised why Kara wanted you to have some leverage. Savagely, your underwear was torn, fabric protesting louder than you did in fear you'd anger your tyrant and be deemed unworthy of her illustrious treatment.
"I want them to hear you," Kara drawled, dipping the tip of her finger inside you. "Hear that you belong to me."
Instructions clear, she thrust three fingers into your welcoming pussy and began fucking into you at an unforgiving pace. There were no words to describe the ecstasy that was being stretched so abruptly it almost hurt, so you settled for a silent cry instead, gripping onto muscled shoulders for leverage.
It stung when Kara pushed harder and moved faster, but the tendrils of pleasure did not lessen, circulating through your body and bubbling in your stomach, so you endured.
Your moans were carrying, spilling out of the room to ricochet and bounce around the high-panelled ceiling and walls of the corridor. The occasional gasp that did reach your ears left you desperately wanting to be ashamed, to do the sensible thing and tell Kara to stop. The embarrassment of exiting the cloakroom and coming face-to-face with the many people who knew exactly what had happened was enough for you to listen to your rational mind. But what remained stronger was the need to chase your impending orgasm.
That's what made forgetting so easy—the vehement need for ownership being met, even if it was being done in such a precarious place. It's probably why you didn't stop the following words from coming out of your mouth.
"Yours." You wanted her to know. Hell, you wanted everyone to know. So you kept saying it, over and over, louder and louder. "Yours yours, yours, only yours."
All you could do was continue to pull Kara in, clenching around her fingers, and beg her to go impossibly deeper with the firm grip of your leg and crackling cries. Soon enough, there was no need for Kara to hold you close; you were stuck to her like glue, and the blonde chose to take full advantage.
Her hand lay flat on the wall to gain some leverage, her fingers starting to move so fast they felt like they were vibrating. Soft kisses along your throat became harsh, teeth latching onto skin repeatedly, mercy momentarily shown with soothing slides of a slickened tongue. In the back of your mind, you knew what was happening. The reporter was marking you as hers, and when you left that tiny room, there would be no mistaking it. In the upcoming days, she wanted you to see the bruises staring back at you in the mirror, a warning for you never to forget. Hers.
"Mine," Kara growled, her voice raspy.
Your chest was rising and falling alarmingly, your breath short, and your lungs exerted. Everything was moving so fast you scarcely noticed Kara place her thumb over your clit till it was too late, and all that was left to do was gasp so heavily your lungs felt like they may burst.
With the duel stimulation came the lack of awareness, and it seemed, even for Kara, your volume was rising to a level that would amass too much attention. Her lips found yours, and muffling your cries, she drove her tongue into your mouth.
Her thumb continually ran in circles, each drawing you closer. Your stomach was so tense it felt painful. Still, the persistent waves of satisfaction were worth the strain, and unsurprisingly, in little to no time, you felt the inevitable crest of your orgasm, releasing an open-mouthed gasp against velvet lips.
You came with a silent cry, your head thrown back and slamming against the wall, forcing Kara to separate her lips from yours. She watched you fall apart in awe, milking you for you had till you were shaking so badly you could scarcely hold yourself up.
"Keep holding onto me," she whispered, and you obeyed, wrapping your hands around her neck, breathing heavily and dropping your head to her shoulder. With a delicate kiss on your temple, Kara slowed her fingers down to languish thrusts and placed her hand over your ass, taking the majority of your weight. "I've got you."
Assured there was no chance you would collapse, Kara kept going, continually pulling meek whimpers from you with every curl of her fingers. It felt like your orgasm was never-ending, waves of full-bodied pleasure rippling through your system over and over, burrowing into your skin till it felt like you were on fire. Finally, when a grimace replaced the gratified smile you wore and your moans began to sound more wounded, she stilled, slowly withdrawing from you.
Weakly looking up, you watched Kara bring her fingers into her mouth and sample your unique taste. Her eyes fluttered shut as the familiar tangy nectar coated her tongue, and a satisfied hum vibrated in her throat.
Head falling forward, knees still shaky, mind certain, you whispered the only thing that seemed to be running through your head, "Yours."
Lips to your temple, Kara happily muffled her confirmation, "Mine."
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Y/N: Harry, the phone
Harry: Mhm, it rings
Y/N: Can you answer it?
Harry: No, people are particularly stupid today. I can't talk to anymore of them
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Unfriendly Competition
Title: Unfriendly Competition
Pairing: Kara Danvers x Reader
Summary: Y/n's arrival on Earth is ruined by Mon-El and Kara's blooming relationship.
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WC: 1492
Kara's heart was racing as she stared down at the lifeless body laid out on the medical table. The years had changed her, but Kara was certain that she was looking at her old friend Y/n. Memories of their time spent on Krypton together playing flooded Kara's mind. She wiped away a few stray tears as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Kara stood up a little straighter as she felt Alex step in behind her, just close enough to wrap her arm around the back of Kara's shoulders.
"Did you know her?" Alex asked. Kara nodded as she sighed and pulled herself away from watching Y/n. "It looks like she'll make a good recovery."
"Y/n has always been a fighter, but I don't even know what happened to her," Kara whispered. She was terrified of watching one of the last Kryptonians die off right in front of her. There wouldn't be anything for her to do if Y/n didn't pull through. That set in a deep fear in Kara for the weeks until Y/n had finally woken up. Even after that, Y/n was impossibly small and weak. There was Kryptonite poisoning evident in her blood that even the DEO doctors were having a hard time getting out of her. Months and months of that resulted in Y/n being physically weaker than she should have been, not quite as weak as humans, but nowhere near as strong as Kara or her cousin were.
"You know, I've been here for years, but I never really got to see the world," Y/n said as she flew around National City with Kara. Y/n stared at Kara like she had placed all of the stars and planets in space herself, but Kara didn't seem to notice. Occasionally, Y/n swore that she caught Kara looking at her the same way, but it was only for a half second at a time. It was hard having all of those feelings from her youth resurface, but instead of being dealt with, Y/n once again had to let them sit and fester.
"A few more weeks of training like this and I'm sure that you'll be flying anywhere you want," Kara said. Y/n didn't feel like she was making many, if any, improvements with her strength and powers, but Kara insisted that wasn't true. It was almost perfect being around Kara again, but as with everything in Y/n's life, there had to be one giant catch. "Maybe you and Mon-El can train together, I'm sure it would be very good for the both of you."
"Maybe." Y/n didn't want to brush Kara off like that, but she really didn't want to spend a moment more with Mon-El than she had to. The man obviously wasn't a Kryptonian like them, but Kara couldn't see past the idea that they could start a whole new line of Kryptonians. Y/n didn't want to be uppity about him, but she was almost certain that he was a Daxamite. She had spent quite a bit of time on Daxam with her parents in an attempt to broker peace before Krypton was destroyed.
Their flying lesson was cut a bit short when Kara had to go answer a call to action. Y/n opted not to come along with her, feigning weakness instead. She went back to the DEO, where they had been keeping her in a holding cell for the time being. It was really starting to become her own space, and it was a nice place for her to get away from Kara and Mon-El sometimes. Kara had been upset whenever Y/n told her that she wouldn't be moving into Kara's apartment with her, but Y/n thought it was best to be alone than to be subjected to watching the woman she loved falling further in love with some guy.
"It's a bit more believable that you're tired when you don't spend your time resting in the combat simulator," Alex said from behind Y/n. Y/n jumped and turned around to face Alex, who was giving her a sympathetic look. "How was the flying today?"
"Great until she suggested that I train with her boyfriend to build my strength," Y/n muttered, somewhat angrily. Alex sighed as she pushed herself up from the wall and approach Y/n. Alex had been dealing with Y/n's moodiness from Mon-El and Kara's relationship as well as Kara's sadness from the sudden absence of her best friend. There were a lot of parts to the situation that Alex really didn't have the time or patience to handle, but she was trying.
"I'm not saying that you should get to know him because I don't really like him, but for Kara's sake, give him a chance. She misses you. She thinks that she's done something horribly wrong," Alex sighed. Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose. The last thing she wanted was for Kara to think them not hanging out was directly her fault, even if it was. Alex smirked as she took Y/n's obvious frustration as a sign of defeat. She wasn't sure how well things would go, but all Alex could ask for was that Y/n spent a bit more time around Kara, with or without Mon-El.
Hanging out with Kara and Mon-El was just as painful as Y/n had expected it to be. Both of them were very much locked in their own world with each other, a world that Y/n didn't feel she had any place in. Alex had tagged along with them and it was hard for her to watch as Mon-El demanded Kara's attention. Y/n sort of sat back and shrank into herself as she downed some of the otherworldly alcohol at the bar. Alex kept an eye on her, and waited until Y/n stumbled away to play pool with some other aliens to finally talk to Kara.
"Come with me," Alex said as she grabbed Kara's wrist. Kara quickly excused herself as she let Alex drag her away from the table and to a more secluded part of the bar by the bathrooms. "What is your issue?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Kara huffed. "But why don't you tell me what my issue is?"
"How the hell can you stay with that loud, obnoxious asshole at the table when you've got the sweetest girl staring at you like you're her entire world? I get that you can be kind of oblivious sometimes Kara, but Jesus Christ, Y/n has been suffering this whole night because she didn't want you to think that she doesn't want to be around you anymore," Alex said. Kara made a face as she looked over at Y/n. It was the first time in a while that she had really gotten a good look at her friend, and admittedly, Y/n did look much more sad than usual. "She's been through hell and back, don't put her through it again."
"I don't mean to. I-it wouldn't be right to just leave him like this," Kara said. Alex could tell that she was conflicted.
"Do what you want, but don't ruin what could be the best thing for you," Alex warned. Kara nodded and went back at the table to think things over. It was a no-brainer, but Kara was still hesitant to do what she knew she had to. Alex watched Kara from the pool table where she was keeping Y/n company. Every so often, Y/n would sneak a glance over at Kara, but Kara was so deep in thought that she didn't even notice it. Eventually, Y/n let herself get fully involved in the pool game, to the point where she didn't notice Kara striding right up to her in an almost confrontational way.
"Y/n, we need to talk," Kara said confidently. It sounded almost like a child trying to be intimidating, but Y/n listened to her anyway. "I'm sorry for not paying enough attention to you. I got ahead of myself and lost sight of what was really important to me. Please forgive me."
"You could have dropped me off of the Empire State Building and I would have forgiven you before I hit the ground," Y/n joked. Kara sighed in relief as she threw herself into Y/n's arms in a hug. Y/n thought it was going to end there, but Kara pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth as she pulled back. "What about Mon-El?"
"Like I said, someone reminded me of who is really important to me. I don't know what I'd do without you in my life, but I never really knew that man," Kara said. Y/n smiled as she leaned into Kara's arms again, finally able to rest there safely.
#my writing#kara danvers#kara danvers x reader#supergirl#supergirl x reader#arrowverse#arrowverse x reader
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Sultry Dark Corners
Pairing: Oliver Queen x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, attending VIP clubs, semi-public sex, lap dance, flirting, dry humping, coming in pants, not getting caught, playboy!Oliver Queen
Word count: 1k
Ao3
A/N: I don't know why Oliver is so underrated. I get that arrowverse had a lot of flaws but I think it was also pretty good a lot of times.
VIP clubs were some of Oliver Queen's favorite places to visit. Most were owned by friends of his, and if not they could easily become friends, if only for one night. His favorite kinds of clubs were the ones with lots of pretty service and they became his friends too, in a bit of a different way. If you couldn't find Oliver tangled up with a pretty woman after some time then everyone assumed he left with her. Or she left with him.
Oliver was hard to miss when he took a seat at his table in the corner. Enough for him to have a good view but slightly private as well, hidden away by a semi-transparent curtain.
He had a reputation for being quite generous with his tips when he liked the service so you made sure you served him before anyone else did. Here touching was permitted but only with strict consent and boundaries set by the staff. A way to earn even more money for you, if you wanted that is. When the paying customer was one of the richest bachelors in the city you couldn't pass up such an opportunity.
"Your order, mister Queen." You changed in your favorite green low-cut dress, tight enough to show your curves but not so tight it was uncomfortable to move in. It almsot matched the color of his tie. As the drink was placed on the table before him he looked at you with a smile.
"You can call me Oliver." He took careful sip, careful not to ruin his suit that is. "Do you have any other tables to serve tonight? If not I'd like some company."
At your amused raised eyebrow he made sure you understood the full extent of what he was asking for.
"A man gets lonely. I would very much like a lovely lady to spend the night with." His smile widened when you ran your fingers up his arm, pressing against the collar of his shirt and slightly tugging on his tie. "That's a yes?" He wanted to be sure before he proceeded. Upon you nodding he pulled you closer by your hips, almost enough for his head to press between your chest.
"I don't know what sort of woman you take me for but I don't go home with just anyone. Even someone with such a handsome face like yours." You pushed him back against his chair and looked back to make sure you were obscured enough. "I want to see what you've got to offer before we move on."
If he didn't catch on before you turned around and started grinding your ass against his crotch then he got a real clear idea now. His hands went to your hips only for you to push them down to your thighs. You kept the rest of your body at a small distance, only your shapely ass pushing over his slowly hardening cock.
Your hips moved to the exact beat of the music in the club. You know this song, you've danced to it before, but not for someone like Oliver.
For many Oliver was a one night only experience and you would make sure that it was one to remember. You were gonna be the one to make Oliver Queen cream his pants in a club full of people.
"You're not wearing underwear." He commented as he leaned forward to place a kiss on your back. "Neiher am I." That was even better.
"You've come prepared." He admitted it so easily too.
"You have too, haven't you?" You glanced back down at him, his cock now straining against his pants, begging to be free. Oliver clearly had no shame when it came to these things. As soon as he saw you looking he unbuttoned his pants and let you have a better look. The lighting almost made it look prettier, the hard length casting a shadow, the tip red and angry at the current lack of attention, the neat, trimmed patch of dirty blond hair at the base.
Everything about Oliver, including his dick, screamed of money. "Is that your way of tipping me?" You pushed back against him, now feeling the warmth a bit more clearly with only a single layer of clothes separating you.
"I could give more then a tip." He grinned up at you and spread your thighs a little, his cock pushing against your dress. "You look like you could take it. In fact you look like you could take it several times over. Right here." Oliver moaned as you started moving against him again, rolling your hips up and down, rubbing against the underside of his cock. He moved you a little, pushing his cock against the outline of your perfect ass, just the way he liked it.
You braced against the desk in front of you and speed up, ahead of the song, letting your moans be sounded out beautifully. As Oliver's hands traveled up your body you felt your wetness dripping own your thighs, your pussy protesting against being empty when his hands reached under your dress and cupped your tits.
At your ropes end you turned to him and pushed your knee bare knee against his cock and rolled your hand over the tip until he was bucking his hips against your hand.
"Not over my dress Oliver." You told him and thinking fast Oliver pushed his cock back into his pants but that didn't stop you from rubbing him until he came.
"Did I measure up?" His grin was very charming given how he was still coming down from his high.
"So far, yes." Banter was something he seemed to enjoy so you were leaning into it fully. Oliver reached behind you and grabbed his glass, quickly downing the rest of his drink. The amount of money he slammed down on the desk was... generous to say the least.
"Wanna get out of here?" Unlike some men he was proud to walk out with a clear stain on the front of his pants.
#oliver queen x reader#green arrow x reader#oliver queen smut#green arrow smut#green arrow fanfiction#oliver queen fanfiction#oliver queen imagine#green arrow imagine#dc comics x reader#dc comics smut#dc comics fanfiction#dc comics imagine#arrowverse x reader#arrowverse imagine#arrowverse fanfic#arrowverse smut
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Okay, Well I Guess That’s It Then
MASTERLIST ↠ LAUREL LANCE MASTERLIST↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST
Part 1 : Mistake
Summary: Arrowverse x MCU Crossover. Two years after you found out that Laurel was cheating on you, you run into her again. In front of your apartment door.
Warnings: no happy ending for Laurel and reader, Natasha’s boobs cause that needs to be a warning
Pairings: Laurel Lance x reader (past), Natasha Romanoff x reader (present)
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Knock knock knock
You groaned as you lifted your head off your favorite pillow. Looking at the front door, you heard the knocking continue. You got up from your spot on the couch, wondering who was knocking at your door at the time. Opening the door, you felt your heart clench at the sight of emerald green eyes, dirty blond hair, and sculpted cheekbones.
“Hi…” Laurel said, her voice just below a whisper.
“Laurel…” You were surprised, you hadn’t seen her in two years. Not since the night you found her in bed with her ex.
After you had kicked her out, you had called Sara Lance, Laurel’s sister and your best friend. When she found out what happened, Sara was furious. She helped you get through the next week of your break up, letting you stay in her apartment before you had decided to move away. Sara had agreed, knowing how difficult it would be for you once you returned to the apartment you and Laurel had once shared.
You decided that you would move to New York, hoping to get a fresh start. And you did, because just barely settling into your new life, you had become friends with the Avengers. You had been called by a friend of yours, Bruce Banner. He called saying that he needed your expertise to help stitch up Steve Rogers, Captain America, who had been stabbed in the stomach by a three inch metal rod. The rod had miraculously missed all of his internal organs so you knew that he would recover in no time.
And now, here you were, standing in your loft, staring at the woman who broke your heart into a million pieces.
“How’ve you been?” She looked down, avoiding eye contact as she toyed with the rings on her fingers.
“‘How’ve you been?’ Really? That’s what you’re gonna ask me right now…” You said, leaning your body against your door frame. You crossed your arms over your chest and kept your guard up.
“I know… that’s the dumbest thing to say, but I got nervous… and you know that when I get nervous I start to ramble and when I start to ramble I never sto–”
You cut her off before she could continue with her ‘speech’. “Why are you here?” You were tired; you had just gotten back from an 18 hour surgery at the hospital and all you wanted to do was bundle up in your fluffiest blanket and your favorite pillows.
“I wanted to see you…”
“Look, Dinah.” You made sure to emphasize the use of her first name, knowing she hated that name. “I just came back from an incredibly long surgery and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t just give a half truth. So let me ask you again; why are you here?”
“I really did want to see you… and I miss you. I was hoping that maybe… we could give this another try?” Laurel asked, hopefully. You looked into her eyes in disbelief, the same eyes that you used to love gazing into now made you feel anger and sadness. Even if it had been 2 years since you’d seen Laurel, it didn’t mean that the hurt had completely dissipated. After all, you had been with her for 3 years before you caught her sleeping with her ex-boyfriend, Oliver Queen.
“What happened to Oliver?” Your voice was cold, your eyes sharp as you stared at her.
“We… didn’t work out,” you raised an eyebrow at her.
“So, he cheated on you?” Laurel nodded sheepishly.
“Well, I would say that I’m surprised but I’m really not…”
“Can we just talk? Please… I wanna give us a second chance.”
“There is no more us, Lance. We died the minute you decided to sleep with Oliver.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance; every second you spent talking to her made your blood boil more.
“Please…”
“Why? So I can be your rebound until the next best thing comes along?”
“No… it’s not like that! I would never do that to you!” Laurel weakly defended.
“Well you did, 3 years ago. When you first jumped into bed with that man.” Laurel looked ready to burst into tears. “Okay well, lemme ask you this. If I hadn’t caught you… that night, would you have ever told me?” Laurel hesitated, and you got your answer. “Okay, well I guess that’s it then.” You placed your hand on the doorknob, going to close the door.
“No, Y/N wait!”
“Wait for what?! Another apology? Another excuse? Or what… you're gonna give me another pathetic reason why you went back to him?!”
“It’s not like that!”
“I don’t care! You cheated on me! For a year! And now you’re telling me that you were never even gonna tell me?” Laurel stayed quiet, she didn’t know what else to say.
“I’m sorry,” She said, tears running down her face.
“No! You don’t get to cry right now! You were the one who went and slept with Oliver Queen behind my back!”
“Sunshine please!”
Your heart ached at the nickname. Even if you were over Laurel, it didn’t mean that the nickname didn’t hurt. “Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege. I want you to go away, Laurel. Don’t come back and don’t find me again.”
“Y/N…”
“Is there a problem here?” Your head snapped back as you looked behind you. Your eyes softened at the sight of your girlfriend. Her hair was slightly disheveled and she was rubbing her eyes but you thought she looked beautiful.
“Who are you?” Laurel asked, her eyes crinkled together. You didn’t like how her eyes trailed over your girlfriend, judging her every move.
“Natasha Romanoff, her girlfriend. Who are you?” Natasha replied coldly, walking menacingly over to the two of you.
“Oh… you’re dating an Avenger?”
“Yeah…” You answered. “She’s my girlfriend,” You looked back at Natasha, your heart bursting with love as you saw her protective side come out.
“I didn’t know that you were dating someone…” Laurel said, the pain in the eyes evident.
“You didn’t need to know that…” You answered sharply.
“How long have you been together?” Laurel asked.
“A year and a half…” You said, dismissively.
“I’m gonna ask you again, and you better not ignore me this time. Who… are… you?” Natasha pressed further.
“Nat, this is Laurel Lance. My ex…”
“That ex?”
“Yeah…” You nodded, hoping that she caught your silent cry for help. And you thanked god that she did, as her forest green eyes turned dark.
“Leave… We don’t need you here ruining our night in.” Natasha said, before she slammed the door in Laurel’s face.
You squealed as Natasha tossed your body over her shoulder and brought the two of you back over to the couch where Brooklyn Nine Nine was still paused. You buried your face into Nat’s boobs as you finally let yourself relax.
“God you love my boobs,” Natasha laughed, running her hand through your hair.
“How can I not? They’re like little pillows.” You said, your face pressed into them.
“I’m pretty sure that this is the only reason you’re with me right now.” Natasha joked.
“I will neither confirm nor deny that.” You sighed, leaning your entire body on top of her.
“I love you…” Natasha said, tightening her hold on you.
“I love you too, Nat… You are so much better than anyone else. And I don’t want anyone else.” You kissed her gently before pressing play on the TV, your worries washing away the more time you spent with Nat.
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Paradise
Warnings: arrow s1 spoilers, mentions of death, nightmares, weapons, violence, cursing, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Oliver Queen x sister reader, Thea Queen x sister reader, Moira Queen x daughter reader
*not my gif*
Summary: When that yacht went down, you lost everything. But now, Oliver is back
A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!
Inspired by: Paradise by Coldplay
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
When she was just a girl, she expected the world
“Have fun,” You smiled as you hugged your father, turning your head to place a kiss on his cheek.
He matched your smile, hugging you back tightly, “Don’t get too comfortable around here without us,” He teased, “We’ll be back before you know it.”
“We’re counting on it.” Your mother said with a smile, watching as her husband turned to her with a large grin.
As the two of them said goodbye, you turned towards your twin brother, and you scoffed playfully, “Just get out of here.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the smile that broke out on your face.
He matched your sarcasm by crossing his arms over his chest and lightly glaring at you, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll miss you too.”
The grin widened on your face and you took a step forward, wrapping your arms around Oliver’s torso as he hugged you back in return.
Your brother turned his head slightly and planted a kiss on the side of your head in his own farewell.
“Make sure the yacht doesn’t sink.” You joked, not quite understanding the power behind your words.
“Don’t worry,” Oliver reached out and teasingly ruffled your hair, “I know how to swim.”
But it flew away from her reach
“-and then the boat went down,” The officer in front of you had his hat off and he stared at the three of you sympathetically.
Immediately, Thea fell against your mother with a loud cry leaving her lips as tears began to roll down her face like a waterfall. Moira tightly grasped onto her and held her to her chest while they sobbed together for the loss of your father and brother.
But you stood there, feet rooted in place and heart frozen over, you were sure that it had stopped beating.
Your brother- your twin brother- was dead. Your other half was gone. And though the two of you didn’t always see eye to eye on everything, you were still each other's best friend. You knew everything about each other and now that he was gone, you were certain that you would fade away into nothing.
Because without Oliver, where did you stand? How could you be expected to walk through life without your partner in crime by your side?
You were barely able to register the way your mother moved to wrap an arm around you, and how her and Thea clung to you. But you were still yet to move, to show any sign of what you were feeling, to look away from the officer.
“I understand that this is a lot to take in-“ He didn’t even finish his sentence before you slammed the door in his face.
Thea and your mother whipped their heads up and their lips parted in shock to see your arm still outstretched to where you closed the door.
Without a word, you shrugged off their hands and turned on your heel and walked away.
So she ran away in her sleep
“At least take a moment to think about this,” Moiras voice was desperate, begging, “We barely just had a their funeral, I don’t think you’re in the right state of mind-“
You cut her off as you slammed down the top of your suitcase and leveled a glare at her, “I am in the right frame of mind,” You moved around her to begin collecting things off of your desk and placing them in a bag, “And what I’m thinking is that I need to get the hell out of the place that’s reminding me so much of my dead father and twin brother.”
The words made her recoil, as if struck, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You had spoken the truth, it hurt more to stay in a place that reminded you so much of them than not.
“You can’t just leave your family at a time like this,” She whispered, eyes filling up with tears.
It seemed like all of you had cried enough tears to last a lifetime after the reality of the situation had finally crashed over you at the funeral and you had broken down in a pile of sobs. You were surprised to see that she could still cry, you had thought that all three of you would have long since run out of tears.
Finally, you sighed and gently placed your bag down, softening at your mothers voice and making your way over to where she stood before wrapping your arms around her, “It’ll be alright,” It was an empty promise, and you both knew it.
She sniffled, holding you against her tightly and whispering in your ear, “Where are you even going?”
You cleared your throat, slowly pulling away, “I don’t know yet.” You answered honestly, “But I promise I’ll call you soon to let you know I’m alright.”
There was hesitation and fear clear as day present in her face, but you paid it no mind as you picked your bags up and made your way out of the room, bidding her one last farewell.
You froze in your steps though when you sucked in a sharp breath. Thea was standing right outside your door, staring up at you with those wide eyes of hers.
“Where are you going?” She asked softly.
A sigh left your lips and you gently brought the girl in for a hug, “I just have to go away for a little while, Thea,” You whispered, “I need to clear my head.”
She bit down on her lip and averted her gaze from your own, “For how long?”
“I don’t know. But I promise, I will be back.”
Dreamed of para-para-paradise
Your eyes snapped open and you flew up into a sitting position, breathing coming out rapidly and in gasping spurts.
It had been three years since the yacht went down and you were still yet to come home after all that time. You had moved to a nearby city, only communicating with your family every so often to let them know that you were still alright.
But no matter how much time passed, you could never shake that feeling of wrongness.
Somewhere inside you, against every bone of better judgment, you believed that Oliver was still alive. You knew it was wrong and you knew that it was nothing but false hope. But no matter what you tried, no matter how much you begged yourself to move on, you couldn’t.
How could you? After being told what had happened and it was as if half of your soul had been ripped out?
The nightmares began the day you recived the news. Senerios flashing in your mind of what could have happened. Of all the different painful ways your brother could have died. Your mind was a never ending torment of the whole thing.
Once you were finally able to get your breathing under control, you dropped your head into your hands and ran them down your face with a groan.
Your head picked up after a moment and your eyes subconsciously found the small picture frame that sat on your beside table.
In it, Oliver had his arm slung over your shoulder with a wide grin as you doubled over laughing at something that he undoubtedly said. It was your sixteenth birthday and you both looked so happy, so free. So oblivious to what was to come.
It had taken you about two and a half years before you could put that picture up without feeling like you were painfully being stabbed in the heart. But even now, it wasn’t the easiest thing to look at.
Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise
Five years. That’s how long it’s been. That’s how much time passed and you had finally, after all these years, begun to learn how to burden your pain correctly. How to be able to still live your life without him by your side.
That’s why you decided to return home for the first time since the funeral.
Just a few days ago, you had called home with the news and both your mother and Thea seemed ecstatic, much to your relief. You had been worried that they would scoff and turn their noses up at you that you were finally coming back after all these years of pushing them away.
It wouldn’t be a permanent move, just for a few days, to see how things were. Because despite everything you had been through in the last few years, you still had a life that you built in your new home for yourself, and you weren’t quite ready to abandon it entirely.
Now, as you stood, staring up at your childhood home, the one you had almost never dreamed of returning to, you were hit with a wave of reluctance.
What if too much had changed over the years? What if your family had just felt inclined to allow you back, only doing so because of the guilt that they felt?
You nawed on your bottom lip as you contemplated the possibilities, but ultimately came to the conclusion that you needed to get over yourself and you confidently pushed the door open with slightly more force than was probably necessary.
“Y/n?” Thea’s voice bounced off the walls and reached your ears the second you stepped into the entryway.
Quickly, your head snapped over to where your sister who was not so little anymore and smiling brightly, came bounding down the stairs and flinging herself across the room to come crashing into your arms.
“Thea,” You breathed out, allowing your eyes to flutter shut in contempt as you hugged her tightly to your chest. You had missed her far too much.
A new voice- more like a gasp- reached your ears and you opened your eyes to come face to face with your mother.
Quietly, Thea slipped out of your hold and stepped back to give you and your mother a moment.
Moira brought a shaky hand up to her mouth as tears filled in her eyes. It was almost as if she hadn’t expected you to actually come today.
“Hey, mom,” You greeted quietly, being the one to take the striding steps to meet her where she stood in the doorway and wrap your arms around her.
“Oh,” She breathed out, hugging you to her tightly and placing a tearful kiss on the side of your head, “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”
Every time she closed her eyes
You let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back and letting your eyes crinkle up as giggles left your mothers and sisters lips as well at the story Moira had just told.
The three of you were sitting around the dining room table, chatting about what had happened in the last five years and eating lunch.
At first, you thought it would be an awkward and stiff conversation, but you soon realized that your family missed you just as much as you had missed them, so you were able to flow into a lunch that consisted of laughter and catching up.
“Ma’am,” A voice tentatively called out from the doorway, a worker stood there hesitantly, seemingly embarrassed for interrupting, “There’s a phone call for you.”
Moira was still sobering up her chuckles as she answered, “Take a message and tell them I’ll get back to them as soon as I can.”
“Ma’am,” She said again, a little bit more confident this time, “It’s the hospital.”
All three of you fell into complete silence as the words dawned on you. The only family you still had was sitting in this room, so what could they want?
Wordlessly, your mother stood up and followed the worker out of the room, leaving you and Thea to share a worried glance behind her back.
A few moments later, you heard a sharp gasp come from the direction and you and your sister immediately shot to your feet and rushed into the room.
Your mother stood in the middle of the room with a phone grasped tightly in her hand and tears flowing freely down her face with a hand placed over her mouth for the second time that day.
“Mom? Mom?” Panic began settling in the pit of your stomach as you hurried to her side and gently took a hold of one of her shoulders, “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Painfully slow, she turned her body to face you and over her shoulder you could see Thea watching the two of you with worry.
Your mother then breathed out the one thing that made your heart stop.
“Oliver…”
“Ollie?” Thea came to your side, “What about him?”
“He’s… he’s alive.” Moira cried out, dropping the phone onto the carpeted floor and throwing her arms around the two of you.
But you were frozen in shock.
Oliver was alive. Oliver was alive. Oliver was alive. Oliver was alive. Oliver was-
“Oh my god,” You sobbed out, legs giving out and falling to the floor. You could no longer support yourself.
He was alive.
When she was just a girl she expected the world
“He’s right through here,” You barely even registered the doctor's words as he led you through the halls, “But just be careful Mrs and Miss Queen, this isn’t the same Oliver that you lost.”
Forcefully, Moira made herself plant her feet as she watched you practically float through the air and towards the door that had just been guestered to. As much as she longed to follow after you, she knew that you needed more than anyone to go in before a single other person could see him. She owed you that much.
For some incomprehensible reason, your mind was completely blank, almost as if you had gone into autopilot. Nothing of what you had done as soon as you heard the news had been by your own free will. It was as if something had possessed you and tossed your conscience to the side.
You opened the door and took a step inside. The snapping sound of it closing seemed to finally break you out of whatever trance you had been placed in and you blinked once. Twice.
A very tall figure that stood with his back facing towards you turned around at the sound, and you felt like you were going to pass out.
He was Oliver Jonas Queen, there was no doubt about it, but he had changed so much. He was taller, more muscular, so much more mature looking.
There was something behind those stunning blue eyes of his that automatically led you to believe that he had become a guarded man, holding secrets that you couldn’t even begin to guess.
Something about being on that island- as you had briefly been informed on the way over- had changed him. The only thing you couldn’t tell from a single glance was if it was for better or worse.
“Ollie,” You breathed out. It was the only thing that you could say.
“N/n,” He smiled softly, striding across the room and gently wrapped his strong arms around you.
“I-I-“ You stuttered incomprehensibly before throwing your arms around his torso in a desperate manner, “Ollie-“ You sobbed into his chest, a fresh set of tears emerging from your eyes and staining his- no doubt- new shirt.
He didn’t seem to care in the slightest though, only strengthening his hold around you, letting out an almost inaudible sigh of contentment as he did so.
“You’re here,” You whispered, almost as if saying the words aloud would send him away again, making him disappear into nothing.
“I’m here.” He repeated, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I’m here.” There was such intensity in his relief that you began to fear all the things he had been forced to go through.
You pulled away with a tearful smile, the first genuine one that you wore since before his disappearance and cupped his cheek with a disbelieving laugh, “You’re really here.”
But it flew away from her reach
“Thea?” You knocked on her open door and stuck your head in with a wide grin, “It’s time for dinner, you coming?”
She snapped her head up from staring at her hands from where she sat on her bed and you immediately realized the way her eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with tear marks.
Worry grasped onto your body and wrapped itself around you as you automatically rushed to her side and crouched down before her, older sister instincts kicking in, “Hey, hey,” You said softly, “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Your sister shook her head, chuckling tearfully and wiping her tears away with the back of her hand, “No, nothing. I’m just so happy.”
A smile of relief grew on your face when you realized that she was alright and you reached up to gently swipe a stray piece of hair away from her eyes, “I know, I am too.”
“It’s just- I finally have both of my siblings back.” She breathed out with a wide grin.
Your smile, however, faltered at her words, “What do you mean?” You asked quietly.
Her eyes flitted up to you and she bit down on her lip guiltily when she realized what she said and she shrugged, “No, it- it’s just- it always felt like I lost both you and Oliver when his ship went down.”
Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach and your breath caught in your throat, “Oh, Thea-“
“I’m not trying to make you upset,” She immediately rushed out, “It’s just- you left right after Oliver disappeared and it just felt like both of you had died even though I knew that you hadn’t.”
Tears of your own began to fill your eyes, one of sadness for the first time that day, “I’m so sorry.” You whispered, “I never- never meant to do that to you, Thea. I-I just couldn’t stay after everything-“
“And I know that,” She gave you a soft smile and squeezed your hand, “I know that you had to do what you had to do. I’m just happy that you’re both back.”
A smiled sadly, moving another piece of hair behind her hair, “I am too.”
And the bullets catch in her teeth
“Come on, you have to admit, that was fun.” You spoke with a large smile as you swung your arm around and linked it with your twin brothers.
Oliver smiled, placing his hands in his pockets with his arm still wrapped around yours, “It was.” He agreed.
The two of you had just gone out to lunch with Tommy, figuring that it would be best for all three of you to catch up at the same time, given that you all used to be- and still are- best friends.
You turned down an alleyway to take a shortcut to where you parked your car, happily chatting away with one another.
Ever since he got back, the two of you hardly left each other's sides. It felt more comfortable- safer- to be in the vicinity of each other whenever you could. Almost as if that would lessen the chances of the other being taken away once more.
“Freeze!” A deep voice sounded behind you all of a sudden, and you both halted in your steps, “Now turn around with your hands up.”
Quickly, your panic filled eyes flitted over to Oliver, making brief eye contact with him and he gave a subtle nod of his head to let you know to do as was said.
You both turned on your heels with your arms partially raised, and your breath caught in your throat when you caught sight of a man pointing a gun straight at you two with a ski mask pulled over his face.
“Give me your wallets.” He demanded.
No. No. No. No. No. No-
This couldn’t be happening. You just got Oliver back, you would not let anything take him away from you once again.
Quickly, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your wallet, drawing the man’s attention away from your brother long enough for him to shift his body in front of yours slightly.
You stuck your arm out to hand it to the man, and when he moved the gun into one hand and began to reach for it, Oliver quickly stuck his own arm out, slamming his fist into the side of the man’s face.
You stumbled back as the man’s eyes rolled back and he fell unceremoniously to the ground. Knocked out cold before he even hit the pavement.
Oliver let out a sigh through his nose, not even flinching upon the impact of his fist with the man’s jaw before turning back towards you.
“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly, eyes scanning over you for any sign of injury.
All you could manage was a small nod of assurance.
Before the island, the only fights Oliver ever got in were bar fights. Ones filled with sloppy punches and slurred insults. Never had he ever actually learned how to fight for real, let alone know how to punch a man out cold in one go and not look even remotely fazed.
“What happened to you on that island?”
It was the dreaded question. The ‘do not go there’ topic. Something that every single person had been avoiding since his return.
The man stiffened in front of you, “I don’t want to talk about the island.”
There was that look again. The one you saw in the hospital when you first went to retrieve him. That guarded, cold look that held secrets that clearly had restricted access.
“We have to at some point,” Your voice was now coming out as begging, “It can’t be healthy to keep all that bottled up! God knows what you were forced to go through. And I just want to help-“
“You can help by leaving it alone.” He snapped.
At his words, your spine snapped upright and a hard look of your own overcame your features, “Fine.” You said in a cold tone that could rival his.
All at once, he softened and ran a hand down his face with a sigh, “Look, I’m sorry, n/n. It’s just-“ He took a stuttered breath, “It’s just a lot.”
You softened as well, “I know that,” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, “And I’m not trying to force it out of you. I just want to be here if you need to talk about it.”
“I know,” He walked over and hugged you, “I know. And I appreciate that, n/n, I really do.”
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
“I feel like I don’t even know you anymore, Oliver!” You shouted.
Ever since that day in the alleyway, something seemed to change in your twin brother. No longer did he stick by you every available moment, he now distanced himself from you- from everybody.
“You’re always running off to god knows where, doing god knows what!” You continued, feelings anger and betrayal and nervousness rising inside of you, “We just got you back, and you seem hell bent on making us lose you again!”
Oliver stood stiffly across from you in the living room, arms crossed over his chest and head bowed to the floor. Not once did he shout back, he just took your words with that guarded exterior of his.
“Just talk to me!” You begged now, “I’m not asking you to tell me about those five years- that’s your own business to tell at your own leisure. But I’m your twin sister for god's sake! Tell me what’s going on with you now- in the present.”
“It’s… complicated.” He finally spoke and raised his head to meet your burning gaze, “I promise, I’m only trying to protect you-“
You let out a loud scoff, throwing your arms up mockingly, “Yeah, sure feels like it!”
Anger finally seeped through his mask and painted his features, “What do you want me to say, Y/n? What- you want me to be the same person that I was before the island? You want us to tell each other everything again as if we aren’t grown fucking adults?” His voice gradually raised throughout his small speech until you physically flinched back at the volume of it.
Both of you stood, chests heaving up and down in short pants as you tried to catch your breaths, and for a few moments, that was the only sound echoing in the vast room.
“Fine.” It was your turn to put on a cold exterior, “Fine, you’re right, Oliver. We don’t know each other and we don’t have to. Why would we? We’re ‘grown fucking adults’. We don’t need each other anymore. We’re not children.”
His arms dropped to his sides, “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
You shook your head and backed up, holding your hands up in surrender, “No, no. I think that’s exactly what you meant.”
“Y/n-“ He called, but it was too late. You had already stormed out of the room.
The wheel breaks the butterfly
“How did you know I’d be up here?” You mumbled, not lifting your head from where it rested upon your knees that were pulled to your chest.
Moira sighed, carefully lowering herself to sit beside you on the roof, “You used to come up here all the time whenever you and your brother got into a fight.”
You winced slightly, “You heard that?”
She hummed, “Put on quite a show for me and Thea… while on the other side of the house.”
“Sorry about that,” You whispered, taking your sleeve and rubbing the tear stains off your face.
“Oh,” She breathed out sympathetically, reaching over and rubbing your back comfortingly, “It’s alright, sweetheart. You both just said some things you didn’t mean, nothing you can’t come back from.”
You looked at her uncertainty, “Are you sure? We were both pretty brutal.”
Your mother wrapped her arm around your shoulder and allowed you to rest your head on her own, “That’s true, but you and I both know that you two can’t go very long in an argument without making up.”
“I know that,” You whispered, “But that was before. We’re both different people now.”
You missed the way she lifted her head to look at the window she had just crawled out of to come see you, “That’s true. I don't think either of you could last in your arguments as long as you used to.”
Confusion overtook your features and you turned your head up to her with furrowed eyebrows, but her eyes were trained elsewhere. You followed her line of vision and paused. Oliver stood on the roof, looking as if he had just climbed out.
Moira left a lingering kiss on the top of your head before walking back into the house, offering your brother a reassuring smile on her way.
Wordlessly, Oliver sat down beside you, staring out at the garden that you could overlook from where you were perched.
At the same time, you both turned to each other and synchronously said, “I’m sorry.”
You chuckled slightly when you did so, each relaxing slightly.
“I didn’t mean it- any of it.” Oliver said, turning apologetic.
“I know,” You stated, “Neither did I. It’s- it’s just that after everything we went through-“
He cut you off by wrapping an arm around your shoulders like your mother just had and pulling you into his side. Oliver dipped his head to give you a kiss on the top of your head, “I know. I know.”
The two of you fell into a silence that lasted until you finished watching the sun fully set.
Every tear a waterfall
“This is the first time I’m seeing this since the funeral.” You admitted, swinging your arms back and forth by your side.
Oliver turned to you, “Never felt like coming to visit me?” He teased.
You shook your head, “It wasn’t that.” You admitted, “I moved out as soon as the funeral was over.”
Your brother faltered in his steps before catching up to where you now stood, feet planted in front of his and your fathers empty graves.
“You moved out?” He asked in surprise, this being the first he was hearing of it.
“Yeah,” You laughed slightly, “The day you came back was actually the first day I had come to visit home. Looks like we both thought that would be the perfect day to do so. Maybe it’s a twin thing.” You hummed thoughtfully at the end.
“I-I didn’t know you left.” He stuttered out, turning to look at you.
You were slightly taken aback by the way he was taking the news, “Well, yeah… it hurt too much to stay here.” You explained, head tilting slightly as you tried to figure out why this was such a big deal to him.
“I thought- I thought you were still here after all this time.”
“Oliver,” You laughed slightly, “What’s the big deal? I’m here now.”
He shook his head, “It’s just- I thought you had mom and Thea to look after you all this time- and now I find out that you were alone for everything?”
You fell silent, finally seeing what the big deal was for him, “Oh,”
Tears shone in his eyes, “I went through all of it alone- but that doesn’t mean I wanted you to as well.”
“Ollie…” This was the first time since his return that you saw him get so emotionally upset over something.
“Why didn’t you stay with them? Why didn’t they stop you from leaving?” He asked suddenly, “They could’ve taken care of you-“
“Hey.” You cut him off sternly, taking his hand in your own and shaking it firmly to get his attention, “That was all my own decision. And besides, we’re both back now, so it doesn’t matter. We’re alright now.”
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
You laughed loudly as Oliver threw a piece of popcorn at you, “Oh, come on! You know it’s true!”
“It is not.” He scowled playfully.
Thea joined in your amusement, “Oh, it totally is!” She snickered, “You used to be too scared of the dark to sleep alone! I remember- you would always sleep with mom and dad!”
The three of you sat around the couches in the living room, munching on popcorn with a long- forgotten movie playing in the background.
“I did not!” He protested.
“Oh, yes you did, young man.” Moira smiled at the sight of her three children, all playfully bickering with one another as she entered the room.
“Mom!” He complained as yours and Theas cackling grew louder at her admitted statement.
“I’m sorry,” She shrugged, completely unapologetic, “I can only speak to the truth.” She jokingly wagged a finger at Thea, “And don’t you be laughing, young lady, remember what happened during the Christmas party when you were eight?”
Your sister's eyes immediately widened with horror and it was then Oliver’s turn to join in on your laughing.
“Mom!” She shrieked, “That’s not cool! Don’t bring that up!”
“And you,” Moira playfully narrowed her eyes at you, “Need I remind you of your seventeenth birthday fiasco?”
“No! No!” You quickly shook your head back and forth.
Your mother was the only one left laughing after that, but you couldn’t deny that this felt good. Joking around as a family again. All together.
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
You tiptoed across the hallway towards Oliver’s room as if you were a child again. The two of you used to sneak a candy bar or two up to your rooms during the day and stash them under your pillows for the nighttime and would oftentimes have a mini party with one another while feasting on your treats.
This time though, it was different. There were no more candy parties. No more stifled giggles in the middle of the night. No more childhood.
About a few minutes ago, you had woken up with the feeling that something was off- that something was wrong. It was such a strong feeling that it became practically impossible to ignore. So you found yourself throwing off your covers and creeping to your twin brother's room to try and figure out what was wrong.
As soon as you stepped through the already opened door, you realized what the problem was.
Oliver was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head dropped like a rock into his hands while his elbows rested in his knees. He had a nightmare.
You didn’t know how you knew, it just came to you and there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that it was what happened.
Wordlessly, you shuffled into the room and sank down onto the mattress beside him.
At first, he tensed up and whipped around to face you, only to relax when he realized that it was just you.
The silence carried on between the two of you for a few minutes before you spoke up in a small whisper, “I used to get nightmares almost everyday after you and dad…” You trailed off and swallowed thickly.
“What did you do about them?” His voice was as soft as yours was. Your brother didn’t even question how you knew.
“Not enough,” You admitted, hugging your knees to your chest, “I let them plague my mind because I didn’t know what else to do about them.”
“What were they about?” You could tell from the sound of his voice that he didn’t want to push, but curiosity had taken over.
“How you- I mean how you could’ve…” You harshly blinked tears away, “Every nightmare would be a different scenario of how you could have died.”
Without another word, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you into a strong, side hug, planting a kiss on the side of your head as you leaned into his chest.
“They stopped, though.” You craned your neck to look up at him with a teary smile, “As soon as you came back. I haven’t had another one since.”
He shook his head softly, “I’m sorry you ever had to go through that.”
“Don’t apologize.” You copied his head shake, “There is absolutely nothing that you need to be sorry for. The ship going down wasn’t your fault.”
Oliver gazed at you with sad eyes, “But I wish it hadn’t happened.”
You let out a small laugh, “Of course,” Small giggles continued to pour out of you, “You can’t actually be glad something like that had happened.”
A smile pulled at the ends of his lips as he turned his head away from you to look out the window, “No, I suppose not.”
Dream of para-para-paradise
“What the hell is all of this?” You asked quietly, turning in a slow circle from where you stood.
“You know what this is.” Oliver called softly from behind you. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked- dare you say- nervous.
About an hour ago, he had rushed into your room, rambling nonsense about not wanting or being able to lie to you- his twin sister - anymore, and had practically dragged you out of the house and to an old abandoned warehouse that used to belong to your father.
“You’re the vigilante.” You breathed out.
Deep down, you felt as if you had somehow known all along, because now, it all made sense. The obvious secrets, the interaction with the mugger, the difference in, well, everything about him.
“Oliver.” You turned and looked him directly in the eyes, “You have a lot of explaining to do.”
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Queen’s Residence:
Oliver had been gone for a long time. Nobody really knew what happened in his time on Lian Yu, except for him. And he kept that information close to his chest. His family didn’t need to know what he went through.
Moira welcomed her son back with open arms. She was more than happy to let him back into their home and into her heart. So relived after all those years she morned him and his father. She was instant on a party and a press event to announce his return. But she couldn’t risk loosing her child again, so she hired him a body guard. Jonathan Diggle was to follow Oliver around whenever he leaves the house. Drive him to and from locations and see to it he was brought home to her. Oliver didn’t like this, but he wanted to appease his mother.
Oliver had missed his mother of course. But he grew to miss his siblings just as much. Thea was so young when he left on that boat, and Y/N even younger. He doubted they would even recognise him. Thea was angry, something he expected. People reacted in weird ways to grief, and she had taken it hard. He watched from afar as she drank at a party, still too young to consume alcohol but not caring anyways. But he couldn’t tell her what to do, she thought he was dead for the past 8 years.
But he saw her with Tommy, his best friend. And Tommy was trying his best to get Thea off the floor and out to the car. He appreciated that his best friend had been trying to take care of his little sister. But you were nowhere to be seen at this party. Oliver assumed Thea would drag you along with her everywhere she went, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe the two of you didn’t get along like he imagined in his head. Which saddened him a little. He hoped if you didn’t have him, you’d at least have each other.
He met Tommy out by the car, greeting Thea. She looked like she’d seen a ghost. And she was more than wasted.
"Oliver." She mumbled.
"Let's get her home." He spoke to Tommy, ignoring his inebriated sibling.
Tommy smiled up at his best friend, just happy to have him home. Oliver gave him a silent thanks for keeping his little sister safe while he was away. The ride home was mostly Thea drunk mumbling into Oliver’s chest as she nearly fell asleep on him. Oliver didn’t mind her line of questioning, just happy to have her there.
He knew his mom was likely to throw a welcome home party for him soon. Considering the Queen’s were a high importance family, the press would have a field day with his return. But he could use Thea to stave off the party at least another night. Letting her sober up before the inevitable announcement of his valiant return home.
He carried his sister inside and Tommy followed after. Moira met him at the door, looking at her daughter questionably.
“Hello Tommy” she greeted.
“Hello Mrs. Queen.”
Moira invited Tommy to stay the night, enlisting his help to set up a party in the morning. Oliver carried Thea to her bedroom. He tucked her in and bid her goodnight. She was still mad at Ollie for leaving her, but she’d get over it eventually. There was still one person he’d yet to see. Someone who didn’t greet him when he came home. His youngest sister y/n.
He wandered the halls that night, unable to sleep in the coushy palace that was his home. He’d grown used to the rugged conditions of the island. His calloused body felt rough against the gentle sheets. He remembered her nursery being in the easy wing. She didn’t cry much as a baby, like he or Thea, so Moira and Robert didn’t feel a need to coddle her and keep her close. But he figured she wouldn’t still be there. Why keep the same room when there where countless others in the mansion.
He checked each room, all of them coming up empty. He began to grow concerned. It was two in the morning, where the hell was his sister? He wouldn’t wake anyone in search of her though. Thea was certainly exhausted, and his mom probably emotionally so. He finally opened the last door to his left and found what he was looking for. A room clearly occupied by a teenager.
There were posters plastering the walls, a lava lamp in the corner, and a seemingly endless supply of plushie creatures on the bed. But still, no sister. Her bed was empty. But he calmed his nerves, thinking perhaps she spent the night at a friends house. Thea had been out all night partying despite his return, so it wouldn’t be odd that Y/N wasn’t compelled to come running home either. She was even younger than Thea, perhaps she didn’t remember him at all.
He sighed and made his way back to his room, calling it quits for the night.
The next morning was chaotic as expected. Paparazzi where swarming the outside of the mansion, somehow catching word of his return already. Moira was doing recon, while Oliver attempted to sneak out. But John cut him off.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The older man asked.
Oliver sighed, Diggle was about to become a pain in his ass, that was for sure.
“Have you seen Y/N?” He asked.
“Hmm?” Diggle hummed.
“My sister, she wasn’t here last night. Perhaps she snuck in sometime this morning? I’d rather see her before facing those sharks outside. Imagine learning your brother his home from the tabloids.”
John sighed.
“I was just paid to keep an eye on you Oliver. Haven’t seen anyone else enter the house this morning.”
It was worth a shot. Oliver declined to his fate and put the sharks at ease, stepping outside. The next few hours were a whirlwind, of questions and party set up. Until half the town was cramped into the mansion and Oliver was the man of the hour.
Yet someone was still absent. Oliver had no idea what Y/N would look like all grown up. But his instincts told him she wasn’t here. He approached Thea and stopped her dancing to asks.
“Have you seen our sister?”
Thea shrugged. Oliver sighed heavily. He gently grabbed her arm and led her away from the vapid college boys swarming her. They were much too old for her anyway.
“What the fuck Oliver!”
“Why won’t anyone tell me where she is? What’s going on?” He asked.
It was Thea’s turn to let out a sigh.
“Did you check the closet in the foyer?”
She walked away giving him an odd look. Oliver thought this was strange. Why the hell would she be in a closet? But none the less he skilfully managed to ditch prying eyes and his security detail and make his way to the front room. Which was mostly free from loiterers.
He didn’t know how to approach, if she was hiding in a closet, she must have a reason. He gently knocked on a closet, something he never thought he’d do. He heard shuffling inside, indicating that someone was indeed in said closet.
“Thea, what are you doing away from the- oh…”
Oliver was shell shocked for a second. Seeing her so grown threw him off, he didn’t know what to expect. The tone of disappointment in her voice kinda hit him harder than he expected.
“Oliver?” She asked.
He gave her a smile.
“Aren’t your guests missing you?”
“Parties aren’t really my thing anymore.”
She grabbed his collar and pulled him into the closet, slamming the door shut.
Oliver let his eyes adjust to the dark, and stood there awkwardly. He cleared his throat, about to speak.
“Someone was walking by, they would have seen you and dragged you back. You’re the man on the hour.” She explained simply.
“Thanks. So, what’s with the closet?”
“You’ll make fun of me.”
“I’m your brother.”
She scoffed.
“By blood? Maybe, but I don’t know anything about you. You sure as hell know nothing about me. Besides, don’t brothers bully their sisters or some shit?”
He chuckled at her vulgarities, he didn’t know what to expect.
“You selling drugs out of our foyer?”
“You were legally declared dead mate, still are until mom’s lawyers figure out that bullshit. If anything, I’d be selling drugs our if my foyer. And no. That’s not it.”
He held up his hands in mock defence.
“I’m, you and dad left your coats in this closet before you disappeared. They still smell like you. I come here when I need to breath.”
“You come to a musty closet to breath?”
“And there’s the judgment. Get out!”
“Hey, no. Look I’m sorry.”
“There’s things you don’t know Oliver. You were gone a long time. So I’ll spell it out for you. I have autism. Means I’m a bit different then the rest of you. Parties overwhelm me and make me want to rip out my teeth. I also hâte change, you being a live was a major one. So I’m not leaving this closet until it feels safe again. It was nice meeting you brother. Glad you didn’t drown.”
He simply stared at her for a second. She was blunt, no lies like everyone else. A stupid grin broke out on his face.
“I can steal us some snacks from the party and be back before anyone sees me.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You’re a dork, you know that!” She pushed him out of the door. “I like the cheese squares and the orange soda, come back without those you’re getting locked out.”
Oliver thought he made a mistake to come home. Not ready to be back in society. But seeing everyone, seeing his little sisters, he knew he made the right choice. He was home, and he was excited to learn what they meant all over again.
An: ahhh sorry this was short. I haven’t been in the mood for writing recently. But when I am I will write y’all some longer form content. Be back soon when the burn out were made off! 🥰
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Unrequited Love Makes the Heart Grow Fonder - Barry Allen Imagine (CW's The Flash)
Title: Unrequited Love Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader
Based On: Unrequited
Word Count: 582 words (holy shit, this is short)
Warning(s): cussing, break-up (well, sorta), argument
Summary: (Y/n)- and almost everyone else around them- was convinced that Barry and them were either together or on the way there. So, when Barry and Iris get together, there are a lot of questions from all angles.
Author's Note: I love Iris and Barry, but y'all are gonna need to roll with me on this.
I am so tempted to write some kind of part two to this to make (Y/n) happy.
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I don't know at what point I accepted that Barry and I were a thing, or almost a thing, I guess. We just seemed to kinda fall into it.
It was small things.
We'd spend all our time together, he'd greet me first after saving the day, I'd be the person to call him when we needed help.
It had even gotten to the point that the people around us thought that we were an item. Cisco would tease us both, Caitlin would hide her amused grin at our interactions, and hell, even Joe seemed to approve of us.
I learned the truth when Barry got back from saving the day and ran to Iris first instead of me. I quickly dropped my arms and looked over at Caitlin and Cisco. Caitlin looked guilty, now looking more at the floor than at me. Cisco wouldn't look at me.
I just watched as Barry leaned in and kissed her.
My heart dropped.
I left as soon as I could without drawing too much attention to myself. I couldn't hold back my tears enough to get out of the building. I ended up curled up on the floor by the door to the lab.
I felt like a baby. An idiot.
I would've thought I just misread the signals, but that wasn't what happened here. He had kissed. We were affectionate. I thought we were together. I just couldn't figure out what I had missed. I was left confused and angry and tired all at the same time.
"(Y/n)?"
I wiped my eyes when I heard someone speak. I looked at the door. Barry was already looking at me while trying to slowly close the door.
"Hey," he mumbled, going to sit next to me. "I saw you head out. You alright?"
"No," I said bluntly. What was the point in denying it? "No, I'm not."
"What's wrong?"
"'What's wrong,'" I repeated back to him in disbelief. "What, did the speed force mess with your brain cells? What do you think is wrong?"
He just kind of stared at me for a moment, shocked at my bluntness. When he looked down, I knew he understood why I was angry.
"It's about Iris-"
"It's about you," I snapped.
He sighed.
"What was the plan," I asked. "Not tell me and I'd be just fine? We... We were something, Barry. And you just suddenly roll in and start kissing someone else. Everyone in that room noticed, you idiot."
He looked at me. He didn't respond at all. I could almost feel my heart breaking. He couldn't even offer me some kind of explanation.
"I fucking loved you," I muttered, looking down at my lap. "So fucking much."
"(Y/n)-"
"Did you love me," I asked, looking at him. "Did you care for me romantically at all? Or was I a distraction until you could get the person you really wanted?"
He opened his mouth but stopped and closed it again.
"Oh my God-"
"(Y/n)-"
"You son of a bitch."
I stood up and stormed out of the room, heading toward the exit. Barry didn't try to follow me. He just let me leave with no attempt to fix anything.
And the worst part?
I would've done it all again. If he had asked me to, I would've stayed by his side. I would've kissed him and stayed with him if he could've gotten the words out.
And the thought of that made me sick to my stomach.
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Y/N And Nora walked towards his parents house…
Y/N: you are going to be fine okay they’ll love you Nora
Nora: okay I trust you
*Y/N And Nora Enter the house*
Y/N: Mom And dad meet my girlfriend.
Y/N’s mother: oh you look beautiful you were right she is beautiful you choose well.
Y/N: mom!
Nora Grabbed Y/N hand and kiss their cheek…
Y/N: I guess we’re leaving now, bye mom and dad.
Nora: I’m beautiful Y/N
Y/N: you more then beautiful, you are amazing.
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Request
Fandoms I write for:
woso (mainly the matildas, lionesses and arsenal wfc)
marvel
percy jackson
arrowverse
my hero academia
What kind of one-shots I write:
fluff
hurt/comfort
angst (with happy endings)
sick fics
i don't write smut at all
Relationships:
i mainly only write platonic relationships or teen!reader fics
i can also write crossover fics
Feel free to leave requests and I'll try my best to write them <3
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Hello! This is a new side blog I opened to put my imagination into words. I take requests! Here are some rules
- I can write in Portuguese and in English. My first language is Portuguese, so for works written in English, there may be some mistakes.
-No smut. It's not that I'm uncomfortable, I'm just not in that level yet. it can be suggestive though.
-No yandere or anything of the likes
-Only female x reader, female x female or gender neutral.
Feel free to send requests!
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Arrowverse Masterlist
Hartley Rathaway
If We Have Each Other
To be continued...
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End of the Line
Title: End of the Line
Pairin: Kara Danvers x Reader
Prompt: 1. "Aren't you supposed to be taking it easy?" + 2. "You have got to be more careful. I can't think about what would happen if I lost you."
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WC: 769
Supergirl was supposed to be indestructible. She was the unstoppable force of good to combat the immovable object that was evil. Y/n had seen Kara through a lot, but she had never seen Kara so close to actual death before in her entire life. Y/n had carried Kara's back to the DEO, where they hooked her up to all sorts of machines that tried to figure out what it was that was killing Kara. Alex looked just as distressed as Y/n, but without nearly as much of the guilt attached. Y/n had been the one who was out in the field with Kara. Y/n was the one who should have shielded Kara from whatever that big, stupid beam was that had been coming towards them. Instead, Y/n had let Kara shove her out of the way to take all of it.
"The good news it hat she will pull through, but she needs to take it easy for a while. The two of you can go in if you're like," the doctor said. Alex rushed in with Y/n hot on her tail. Kara was sitting up in the bed now, but she looked smaller and weaker than she should have. Y/n didn't even know it was possible for Kara to look so human.
"You have got to be more careful. I can't think about what would happen if I lost you," Alex said. She was quick to hug Kara while Y/n just stood back playing with her own hands. Kara reassured Alex that she was fine, but kept her eyes on Y/n. It didn't take superpowers to notice that Y/n wasn't quite right. Even Alex had been picking up on the tension coming from the metahuman, but she had been afraid to say anything. Y/n's powers weren't completely figured out yet, and Alex was certain that outbursts triggered certain uncontrollable side effects.
"You're going to be okay?" Y/n asked. Kara nodded as she sat up in the hospital bed. Alex told Kara what had happened, but Y/n couldn't understand a word of it. Everything sounded like Y/n had her head shoved inside of a bubble. She could see Alex and Kara staring at her, which was when Y/n took off running. She wasn't quite sure where she was going, but a little over an hour later, Y/n finally stopped running. She was still somewhere in National City, staring out at all the lights as she sat on the edge of a building.
Y/n stared down over the edge of the building towards the sidewalk. She wasn't invincible, nor could she really fly either. It was more like making big jumps and leaps into the air. Kara teased her about it, how Y/n could jump just high to hurt herself if she tried. It was like her powers couldn't agree on whether or not they would help her. Y/n wasn't organized like Kara. She had been created to rival her, but Kryptonian DNA was something unlike anything that a human machine could synthesize. She was a mistake, and it wouldn't take too much to fix her creator's mistake, especially not from that high up.
"You are not an easy woman to find." Kara sounded out of breath, like she had flown all over the city looking for Y/n. "Please come away from that ledge, you're scaring me."
"Aren't you supposed to be taking it easy?" Y/n asked as she stepped backwards towards Kara. The two of them stared at each other for a moment before Kara pulled Y/n into a hug. "I assumed flying is not taking it easy."
"I had to find you before you did something stupid," Kara mumbled as she fell into Y/n's arms. Y/n supported as much of Kara's weight as Kara would let her as they moved towards the door Y/n had come up through. Y/n tried to pull it open, but the door didn't budge one bit. "If you don't mind waiting a bit, I can fly us back to the DEO."
"Hmm, I guess you're good enough company," Y/n teased. Kara scoffed, but neither woman could hide the smiles on their faces as Y/n kissed Kara's cheek. Y/n still felt like she had nearly screwed over the whole world by letting Kara die, but that feeling was beginning to subside as she held Kara in her arms. There was still a chance that the world could be good, at least for another night.
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Mistake
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Part 2 : Okay, Well I Guess That’s It Then
Summary: Today becomes the worst day ever when you catch the love of your life in bed with another person.
Warnings: cheating, swearing, angst with no happy ending
Pairings: Laurel Lance x reader, Laurel Lance x Oliver Queen
Prompt: “Tell me how to fix this! Please!” “That’s just it… you can’t.”
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“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“Shit! Y/N! What’re you doing here?” Laurel’s body shot up, pushing the body that was on top of her off; panic spread across her features.
“I was going to surprise you by making you dinner, seeing as you texted me saying that you were stressed about the Isaac case. But it looks like I was the one who was surprised.” You laughed sarcastically. “I’m leaving…”
“No no! Don’t leave! Tell me how to fix this! Please!” Laurel cried out, trying to scramble off the bed; nearly tripping when the sheets wrapped around her legs. However, she was quick to recover, wrapping the bedsheets around her nude body. Her companion dashed out from beneath the covers, guilt spread across his face.
“That’s just it… you can’t. Because this is unforgivable.” You said calmly, grabbing your purse. “You know…” You turned back, deciding that you had more to say to your cheater of an ex-girlfriend. “I always knew that you still loved him. I just didn’t think that you would do this to me.” Oliver was pulling on his pants, while trying to find his shirt.
“Y/N…” He tried to deescalate the situation.
“You, shut the fuck up!” You screamed at him. “I want you both out of my apartment! I want you out of here. Get out and don’t come back.”
“No! Baby please!” The Lance begged, wrapping her arms around your legs as her own gave up on her. She buried her face in your thighs, causing you to think back on all the times she had done that when you two had a lazy day. “I’m sorry. This was a huge mistake. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m so sorry.”
“Get off me, Lance.” You growled out, practically kicking her off of you. You could feel the tears filling your eyes, but you clenched your jaw, refusing to give them the satisfaction of watching you break down. “How long has this been going on?” You demanded.
“Y/N/N, baby please!!!”
“How long?!” You screamed.
“Al-” Laurel stuttered. “Almost a year…” She muttered, looking down at her hands.
“God! I’m an idiot…” You ran a shaky hand through your hair, your vision blurring slightly.
“Sunshine please!” She tried begging again. By now, Oliver had already left, shame enveloping him like a cloud as he closed the front door. “Tell me how I can make this better.”
“What do you want me to say?! That a ‘sorry’ will suffice? ‘Cause it won’t. You betrayed me! Betrayed my trust! You’ve been lying to me for a year now! You were screwing someone behind my back! And during that time, you acted like I was the love of your life! How could you do this to us, Laurel?! To me!?”
“I-I don’t know… God what have I done?!” She began muttering to herself, eyes wide, darting everywhere.
“Why did you do this, Laurel? I thought that we were happy, but I guess not seeing how you threw 3 years of our relationship down the drain. I can’t believe that I thought for one second that you really loved me. Because you don’t! You love Oliver! He is everything I can’t be, right? He’s rich, handsome, social, fit, and outgoing. Everything I’m not and never will be able to be. He’s the love of your life.” Your voice broke during the last bit but you refused to let the tears fall.
Laurel felt her heart breaking, she knew about your insecurities. She knew you felt like you weren’t good enough for her. And here she was, going from being the person that glued your broken heart back together to the person who broke it all over again. “Darling…” She sobbed, holding her hands in front of her, begging you.
“Don’t ‘darling’ me! I’m not your darling anymore. And apparently, I never was if you were so willing to fall into another person’s arms. I can’t believe I fell under your spell… Get out, you can collect your things tomorrow when I’m at work. But for now, I suggest you find a place to stay.” You opened the front door, escorting her out. Not before throwing her a pair of pants and a shirt seeing as she was still wrapped in the bedsheets.
“No, please… baby! I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.” She sobbed.
“You should have thought of the consequences, Laurel. After all, weren’t you the one to tell me that each action has a consequence?” You slam the front door in her face. Her sobs echoing in your mind, as you lean against the door, sliding down. “Fuck,” You whispered, finally letting the tears fall.
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Part 2 : Okay, Well I Guess That’s It Then
#laurel lance x reader#laurel lance#arrowverse x reader#dinah laurel lance#arrowverse#dc#arrow#black canary x reader#black canary#lauriver#oliver queen x laurel lance#laurel lance x oliver queen#oliver queen
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Blinding Lights
Happy Fathers Day to all the amazing dads out there!!
Warnings: sensory issues, cursing, bad teachers, crying, mentions of absent fathers, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Oliver Queen x sibling reader
Request: Oooo when you can, could you do dialogue #28 with teen!reader x arrow verse (reader is Oliver and Thea’s adopted younger sibling) where reader ended up having a mental break down at school and when Oliver came to pick them up he asks if he can hug them? Reader has sensory issues and isn’t very fond of touch, but they allow him because they have grown super close to him over time and they are ok with the feeling of his swester or something?
Request by: @mictodii
(Sorry this took so long and if this isn’t what you wanted, and if it’s not then just lmk and I’ll try to fix it!!)
*not my gif*
Summary: When you have a mental breakdown at school, there’s one person you can count on to make you feel better. The person that you’ve always been able to count on
A/N: This is really short; Also, I’ve never written a character with sensory issues before so I’m so sorry if I got this wrong!; and the bolded is the dialogue prompt
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
You were yet to fully calm down, your breathing coming out in quick and ragged breaths instead of the slow and steady deep ones like the teacher had told you to do.
It wasn't like you could help it though, the teachers hadn’t even tried to help you fully calm down before sitting you down in the small waiting room near the office. And staring at the beige walls with no decorations whatsoever was beginning to make you claustrophobic.
The lights were too bright- so bright- that you felt like your head was spinning.
You tried to drop it into your hands, but your forehead touched the scratchy material of your sweater, and you immediately snapped your head up immediately, unable to stand the feeling.
No matter what you did, nothing could calm you down. And nobody was left in the room after the teachers exited to talk to your brother, not even allowing you to go see him.
They had apparently called him when you had run out of a classroom in the middle of a lesson and broke down crying in the hallway.
None of the teachers had bothered to ask you why that happened, they just rolled their eyes and scoffed at you for interrupting and ruining their lessons.
The truth was, the stress of all the final exams coming up and all of the work that you had to do became far too much for you and you couldn’t stand it anymore.
You had tried very hard to suppress whatever it was that you were feeling, just at least until you got into the safety of your own home, but the more you tried to suppress it, the stronger the feeling became.
Finally, just as you thought you were about to start crying again, the door opened and Oliver came into view.
His eyes were soft upon seeing the state you were in, and he gently beckoned with a hand for you to get up, “Come on, Trouble.” He used his childhood nickname for you, “Let’s go home.”
As you walked in front of him, he was careful not to touch you, but made sure to be close enough that you knew he was there for you if you needed him.
He, just like the rest of your friends and family, knew about your sensory issue and they were always sure to respect it in anyway that they could.
When you got to the car, he opened the door for you before jogging to get to his side, closing the door but not yet pulling out, and turned his head to look at you.
All of a sudden it became too much once more, all of the feelings from earlier resurfaced and you found yourself crying your eyes out again.
He let you cry for a moment before hesitantly calling out to you, “N/n… can I hug you?” He asked, not wanting to do anything you were uncomfortable with.
Much to his surprise, you nodded your head.
But he didn’t waste a second on wrapping you into his strong arms and pulling you into the protective comfort of his chest.
He gently held you, stroking your hair softly as he prepared to be pushed away at any moment.
You continued to cry into his chest though, appreciating the comfort that the hug from your older brother brought.
When you finally calmed down enough just to be hiccuping and sniffling, you didn’t pull away right away as you actually leaned closer to Oliver, finding comfort in the feeling of his soft sweater. It calmed you down even more.
After giving yourself another minute, you slowly pulled away from him, looking up at his face to see him already looking right back at you.
You didn’t want to talk about what had happened. You didn’t want to relive that. You didn’t want him to ask about it.
“You don’t have to explain.” He said softly, as if reading your mind.
“Thank you.” You whispered back, feeling so grateful for your brother at that moment.
“There’s no need to thank me.” He paused for a moment, letting the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, “But… I will need to speak with those teachers of yours, they’re real assholes.”
A small smile made its way onto your face when he said that, knowing that he would in fact have a talk with those teachers- and probably be joined by Thea was well.
As you looked at him now, you finally realized just how much your brother did for you, because he cares about you.
How he would respect your need for space and literally leave work in the middle of the day because you were crying at school.
And while your father was never actually around for most of your life, Oliver he was. He was there for you through everything, like a real father should be.
As far as you were concerned, you had the greatest brother in the world, because he could fill that empty void your father had left behind.
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Y/N walks out of the hallway…
Lena: the twins?
Y/N: asleep. finally.
Lena: (giggles) good
She hands Y/N a glass of wine…
Lena: I would hate it if they disturbed us
Y/N sits down on the couch and Lena straddles their lap…
#katie mcgrath#lena luthor#lena luthor x reader#supergirl#supergirl incorrect quotes#dc comics#dc comics fluff#dc comics incorrect quotes#dc comics arrowverse#arrowverse#lena x reader#Lena x you
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