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mianavs · 3 years

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Elementary

falling for Ushijima was straightforward and uncomplicated—despite the complicated circumstances in which it occurred

Ushijima x f!reader

a/n: my first hq piece and it’s centered around mr. perfect himself. fluff and light angst

wc: 4k

It wasn’t until you saw Miyagi prefecture’s top ace, Ushijima Wakatoshi, walk behind your mother’s old friend that the real reason behind this meeting smacked you like a volleyball to the face. You were transferring to Shiratorizawa for your third year of high school after attending Aoba Josai for only a year because—well, because your mom decided and that was that. Like everything else in your life since your father left, your mom controlled every aspect of your life from the clothes you wore, the food you ate, the length of your hair, even the way you smelled—or so she thought.

Transferring to another prefecture in your second year of high school had been the icing on the cake when it came to your mother’s obsession with molding you into her ideal of a teenage girl. After the honeymoon stage of her remarriage was over, she decided that Tokyo was too hectic and the three of you would move back to her childhood home of rural Miyagi. Aoba Josai hadn’t been her first choice but Shiratorizawa wouldn’t accept you a month into the school year. There you met your friend, Hanamaki Takahiro, and got talked into managing the boys’ volleyball team for the simple reason that you were new and didn’t fawn over their setter, Oikawa Toru.

At first, your decision had everything to do with rebelling against your mother and joining a club she wouldn’t approve of; however, you soon found yourself enjoying the sport and befriending the team. Managing Seijoh meant you’d crossed paths with Ushijima prior to the awkward lunch you were currently having but you doubted he ever noticed you. Then again, you doubted a ‘volleyball monster’ like him noticed anything that wasn’t a volleyball or the net.

You were perfectly content with eating good sushi and drowning out the chatty women while ignoring your old rival now soon-to-be classmate but Ushijima-san turned her attention to you.

“Y/N, your mother told me you managed the boys’ volleyball team back at Aoba Josai.”

“Yes, I did.” You replied with a polite smile while remembering your mother’s outrage when she’d caught you after a game. Leave it to your mother to turn your rebellious stunt into a wonderful coincidence between you and your soon-to-be suitor, Ushijima.

“Wakatoshi, you’ve played Aoba Josai before. Do you recognize, Y/N?”

Ushijima took his eyes off his food and regarded you. The longer his olive eyes examined your face, the deeper he furrowed his brow—a clear indication he was trying hard to remember your face to no avail. You found yourself pitying him, a fact you would never admit to Oikawa, and spoke up before Ushijima could open his mouth.

“I wasn’t on the court much during the matches so Ushijima probably doesn’t remember me.”

“Oh, I see.” She then turned to her son. “Since Y/N will be attending Shiratorizawa and she has experience managing, why don’t you recommend her for a manager position with your team, Wakatoshi?”

“What?!”

Three sets of eyes were immediately on you while the pair next to you reached under the table and pinched your thigh in silent warning. You immediately lowered your eyes demurely and corrected your outburst.

“It’s just that I don’t have much experience and Shiratorizawa probably already has managers that are more than capable. I wouldn’t want to be a burden.”

“It’s no burden,” Ushijima deadpanned. “We need a new manager this year and since you have experience, I’ll recommend you to the coach.”

“Ah, you really don’t have to go out of your way for me by asking your coach. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with him!” You gave him an obvious forced smile and ignored the kick from your mother who read you like a book. The last thing you wanted was to manage a team that wasn’t Seijoh, especially if that team was Shiratorizawa.

“I see the coach everyday during practice so I won’t be going out of my way. He also trusts my judgement so I’m sure he’ll approve of you.”

You were sure any other girl would have jumped at the opportunity to manage a team like them but you weren’t just any girl. You were Seijoh’s ex-manager and couldn’t just switch teams like nothing. The looks of betrayal on the team’s face when they’d see you clad in the white and violet track jacket would be too much to take. Your mother, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about the Seijoh boys and dug her heel into your foot to the point that you had no choice but to thank Ushijima for his thoughtfulness.

“…Thank you, Ushijima.”

Shiratorizawa was a pleasant surprise for you. The academics were challenging but the support from your teachers and classmates made up for it. The fact that you stayed in dorms also helped ease the tension between you and your mom’s relationship. You argued less when you visited home on the weekends and even found yourself stalling your return on Sunday evenings. Your move to Shiratorizawa was almost perfect except for the whole volleyball manager situation. In the end, Coach Washijo and Ushijima approached you on the first day of school and you cowered under their intimidating gaze to accept the position.

The differences between Seijoh and Shiratorizawa were big and despite your experience, it was a struggle adapting to your new team. The team was very different from their style of play to the way they interacted with each other. You hated to admit it but they practiced long hours and it definitely showed during their matches. Shiratorizawa truly was a team that belonged in Nationals but whether you belonged there alongside them was still to be determined. Three months in and you were still struggling with the paperwork Coach Saito would demand from you after every practice.

“I need the documentation on their serves not their receives, L/N,” Saito stated shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry, Coach. I’ll bring it to your office first thing tomorrow!” You bowed in apology only straightening when he walked away. Biting your lip, you noticed Tendou and Ushijima’s eyes on you and walked away mortified that they witnessed you getting chewed out once again. You ignored the whispers from the other boys as you helped put away the equipment wanting nothing more than to return to your dorm and collapse on your bed. That was only wishful thinking, however, because the paperwork on the teams’ serves needed to be done, so you scribbled away on your notebook while the boys exited the gym.

“Do you need help?”

Ushijima stood in front of you with his signature blank face as his eyes trailed down to the figures on your notebook. You looked around expecting to see Tendou only to realize the two of you were alone.

“Uh, not really. I just have to get the numbers together but thank you, Ushijima.” You went back to flipping through your notebook hoping he’d get the message but instead he sat down next to you on the bleachers and watched you work. Over the past few months, you’d realized that Ushijima wasn’t good with non-verbals. After a while he cleared his throat and you looked up knowing he was about to speak.

“I wanted to thank you for accepting the position. I know it hasn’t been easy for you but we all appreciate your efforts.” His olive orbs were earnest despite the seriousness of his voice. Praise was rare for the team members and even rarer for you. So far, Reon was the only one who expressed his appreciation of you with quick thanks, high fives, or encouraging smiles. You chuckled to Ushijima’s confusion.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to being praised by you guys—well, except for Reon. Thank you, though, for checking up on me.” Your smile was genuine and his brow relaxed. You looked at the clock and realized the lights would go off soon so you packed your things and decided to head to the library to finish your work and start your homework.

“I’m gonna head to the library to finish this. Will you be going back to the dorms?”

“Yes, to shower and study for the history exam.”

You groaned at the reminder of your exam tomorrow which you meant to study for tonight. “I completely forgot about the exam tomorrow. I should really get going so I’ll see you later!” You bounded for the door but stopped when Ushijima called after you and met you by the door.

“We can study together. I am meeting with the other third years. We can help you finish the paperwork and then study for the exam.”

Being around the other third years, Tendou in particular, made you uncomfortable but you really needed to do well on the exam so you accepted and the two of you walked towards the dorms together. That night you learned more about the boys than you had over the past three months in practice. Semi and you bonded over music and sushi, Tendou cracked jokes about Ushijima that made you burst out laughing, and Reon answered all of the questions you had about the first and second years. You were so absorbed in your conversation with Tendou that you didn’t notice the small smile on Ushijiima’s face with his gaze solely fixed on you.

It was almost curfew when Ushijima and you walked towards your dorm after he insisted on escorting you. After spending time with him and the others, you felt more relaxed by his side and the urge to learn more about him ate away at you. You asked him about volleyball and that got him talking about his dad and his parents—a topic you could easily relate to.

“My dad isn’t around either,” You admitted. “He left when I was ten. I haven’t seen him since but he was never around much before anyway.”

“You seemed close with your mother,” He observed and you chortled in return.

“She’s my only parent so I don’t have much of a choice. That and she takes pleasure in controlling every aspect of my life to mold me into the perfect daughter.”

“My mother is also life that. She was very strict about my upbringing.”

“That’s probably why they’re such good friends,” you muttered and Ushijima did something you’d never seen him do—he chuckled. It was a low rumble in his chest that shouldn’t have sounded that pleasant but it did and you grinned satisfied that you got THE Ushijima to chuckle.

“How did your mom react to you playing volleyball?” You asked sitting on the bench near your dorm while Ushijima sat next to you.

“She was against it at first and only accepted it when I showed promise in it.” While Ushijima’s voice didn’t show much emotion, you found his eyes to be more expressive and fixed your attention on them as he stared ahead lost in thought.

“My mother freaked out when she found out I was managing Seijoh. It was the one thing I fought her tooth and nail on and actually won.”

“Really? She seemed pleased when I suggested you manage our team.” You giggled at his obliviousness to the plan your mothers had hatched since that fateful sushi lunch.

“I’m sure she found some merit in me managing the volleyball team.” With that you stood up and Ushijima mimicked you once again. “Anyway, thanks for tonight.”

The corners of Ushijima’s mouth twitched into an approximation of a smile that you found amusing. “You’re welcome. Have a good night, L/N.”

After getting to know Ushijima, you found yourself relying on him more and more during practice and games. It was only natural, of course, that you would interact with the captain the most and found your closeness to him reasonable. Just as you had grown closer to him, you had also gotten comfortable with the rest of the team and vice versa. Tendou, in particular, noticed you were clinging more to Ushijima than normal during the team’s first away game of the season. He made quips about you throughout the various sets the team played.

“Wakatoshi is over there, Y/N.”

“Do you want me to get Wakatoshi?”

“Need Wakatoshi again, Y/N?”

As the evening went on, you went from ignoring him to chucking a water bottle at him. It seemed that the more you reacted to his comments the more he wanted to tease you. Tendou found the perfect opportunity after the last set when you were reviewing your observations with Ushijima on his spikes and serves. While you found the proximity of your bodies perfectly reasonable, Tendou thought otherwise and voiced his opinion to the rest of the team.

“Wow, you guys look real good together. Like a couple!” The team mostly ignored him, used to Tendou’s outbursts, but the smug look on his face riled you up and you gripped your notebook ready to launch it at his face.

“L/N always looks good. She doesn’t need me for that.”

You could have heard a pin drop from how silent the gym had gone. Everyone’s attention was on the three of you—even the coach’s, to your mortification. You avoided looking at the person who’d caused the commotion and instead glared at Tendou until you saw the rare shock on his face that quickly melted into one of his genuine grin’s.

“Haaa...if you say so, Wakatoshi-kun.” He stalked passed your side but not before addressing you. “You heard him, Y/N.”

With burning cheeks, you turned to face Ushijima, who scanned your face in confusion. The longer he stared the redder your face got until he voiced the concern eating at him.

“Do you have a fever? Your face is flushed.”

You backed away and made up an excuse about the heat in the gym before putting away your notebook. Needing space to clear your head, you told Ushijima you would send him his data from the match later before you grabbed the water bottle bag and scrambled out of the gym to the bus. You tried blaming your scarlet face on the scene Tendou had caused but your traitorous heart raced as Ushijima’s words rang in your head like a mantra.

“L/N always looks good”

“L/N. always. looks. good”

While you knew that it would be inevitable, the match between Seijoh had you more nervous than usual. The boys knew you were Shiratorizawa’s manager and most of them had taken it pretty well. Hanamaki and Matsukawa still went to the movies with you and Iwaizumi occasionally texted you about volleyball but the one who it the hardest was, of course, Oikawa. He blocked your number when you tried reaching out and Hanamaki told you to give him time so you stopped trying. Seeing him again ate at you during the bus ride to your old school and judging from the worried looks the team sent you, they were well aware of your inner turmoil.

It began with Goshiki, your favorite underclassman, reassuring you everything would be okay and walking next to you when Reon and Semi joined him until the entire team surrounded you. Ushijima walked behind you and his confident aura comforted you as you stepped into the gym and your old team regarded you with guarded expressions.

The match ended after three sets but Shiratorizawa won yet again despite Aoba Josai playing better than you’d ever seen them play. Knowing better than to avoid the team, you went to refill your team’s bottles near where Seijoh would exit hoping you would get a chance to greet them. Sure enough, they filed out the double doors and greeted you with waves and nods before Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Iwaizumi walked out and approached you. They smiled and joked with you despite losing and your heart felt lighter knowing you could still joke around with the boys like this. They left to find the coach for the post-match meeting and you were about to look for your boys when Oikawa rushed out of the gym before stopping in his tracks when he saw you. His usual cocky smile was nowhere to be found and instead he wore a scowl on his face which you knew meant he was upset.

“Well look who we have here. If it isn’t our traitor ex-manager.” You weren’t used to him addressing you coldly and your throat closed.

“O-Oikawa, I kno—”

“Having fun running around with that bastard Ushiwaka?” He stalked towards you and backed you up into the wall.

“I didn’t have a choice, Oikawa. I swear I wasn’t going to do it but things got complicated.”

“I don’t wanna hear your excuses, Y/N. Was this your plan all along? Manage us for a year until Shiratorizawa let you in and then run to them and disclose all our plays, strengths, and weaknesses?” Oikawa closed in on you, his ugly smirk contrasting with his pretty features. “You’re pathetic—”

“Oikawa, don’t take out your anger on our manager. It’s not her fault you lost.”

There was an edge to Ushijima’s normal emotionless tone as he stood next to you. Seeing his strong confident body made you realize you were trembling like a leaf. Oikawa ignored you and placed his full attention on his greatest enemy.

“We’ll beat you next time. Even with a traitor like her by your side we’ll win!” With that, Oikawa threw one last sneer in your direction before stalking away. With all of the fight sucked out of you by Oikawa, you kept your face lowered as you reached for the heavy bag but Ushijima beat you to it and slung the bag over his shoulder.

“Let’s go, Y/N.”

You didn’t know if it was the confrontation with Oikawa or the fact that Ushijima stood by your side but hearing him call you by your first name triggered an emotional switch within you and sobs escaped the confines of your mouth. Before Ushijima could turn around, you gripped his jacket and buried your face in it to muffle your cries; the last thing you wanted was to cause another scene. Ushijima stayed still until your cries ceased and that was when you discovered that he also radiated comforting warmth. You stuck by his side the rest of the day ignoring the surprised looks from the team.

On the rare weekends that you didn’t have volleyball or schoolwork to do, you still spent them with Ushijima—and your respective families. Your mothers had stopped being discrete about their intentions regarding the two of you but Ushijima seemed blissfully unaware. You had already accepted your feelings for Ushijima but the smug look on your mother’s face every time Ushijima would pull your chair during dinner or would wait for you to walk together fueled your determination not to show them, at least not in her presence. Years of quietly rebelling against your mother’s control made it hard to accept the fact that she was right about Ushijima.

When you weren’t with your families, you clung to Ushijima more. He was your pillar not only on the team but in school as well. You sought him out regularly until the two of you did everything together, occasionally joined by Tendou, Semi, or Reon. Having a crush on Ushijima was easy for you because no matter how much you clung to him or showed your affection with cold water, soft towels, and snacks; he would never think too much of it. He was completely devoted to volleyball and had no mind to ponder over your tentative glances, tinted cheeks, and lingering touches—or so you thought.

It was the end of the year and volleyball season had ended on a bittersweet note for the third years. While everyone else, including you, scrambled to figure out what to do after graduation, Ushijima knew his place was on the volleyball court and was deciding on what professional team’s offer to accept.

The two of you were sitting on his bed with applications and paperwork spread around the two of you. While Ushijima flipped over contracts from various teams, you looked over the acceptance letters and scholarship offers from universities. You had been on the fence between two schools—one in Tokyo and the other in Osaka—but after reviewing the scholarship money and the program, you decided on Tokyo.

“I’m going with Tokyo,” you declared picking up that school’s acceptance letter. Ushijima glanced at the letter and leaned in to read it. “It’s a good school. I’m sure you’ll do well.”

“What about you? Have you decided on a team?” He turned his attention back to the various papers before fishing out a particular contract. “I just did.”

He showed you the contract for the Schweiden Adlers, a Tokyo based team, and your heart stopped. You searched his face for a hint of hesitation but, true to his character, Ushijima’s face betrayed nothing.

“What do you mean you just did?” You needed to know what he meant because your heart wouldn’t stop racing unless he disproved what you were hoping.

“Since you chose a school in Tokyo, I’d have to choose a team in Tokyo to stay by your side.” He was as earnest as ever but you needed more.

“That’s not a valid reason, Wakatoshi. You need to prioritize your future and pick a team that will let you accomplish your goals.” You choked on your words knowing that his response would most likely break your heart.

“I am thinking about my future,” he replied and your eyes were met by a burning expression you’d only seen during volleyball matches. “My goals are to play professional volleyball and marry you in the future.”

You didn’t breathe, didn’t move a muscle. Your body was frozen on the spot but your heart thumped erratically in your chest. After his words registered, your nose began to sting and tears of joy streamed down your face. A panicked look flashed on Ushijima’s face and you punched his arm.

“How can you say that when we aren’t even dating officially?!”

“I thought we were. We’ve gone on multiple dates, Y/N.” He seemed genuinely surprised by your question and it only riled you up even more.

“You. Never. Confessed! How am I supposed to know?!” You hit him again and again letting out your pent-up frustration. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear your confession or rejection?! I’ve liked you for a while, you know!”

With a gentleness he only showed around you, Ushijima reached over and wiped the tears from your cheeks. “I like you too, Y/N. I’ve felt this way for quite some time but I figured you knew.”

You clasped his hands and brought them down to your lap. His confession warmed your heart in the way that only he could and you calmed down.

“Since when? How long have you felt this way?” Giving his hands a gentle squeeze, you asked the question you needed to know.

“The first lunch we had with our mothers. I wanted to get to know you better but didn’t know how. When my mother mentioned you managing Aoba Josai, I knew it was my chance. That was why I insisted on you managing the team. It was the only way I could get to know you better.”

You chuckled realizing that he had been uncommonly insistent that day in regard to you managing. Ushijima gave you one of his rare smiles and you acted on your impulses by leaning forward and pressing your lips on his, in a gentle caressing kiss.

Your mother had controlled everything in your life. You would fight her on certain things but, most of the time, she won. You became so accustomed to opposing her decisions that you immediately rejected Ushijima without giving him a proper chance. It wasn’t until you got to know the ‘Super Volleyball Idiot’ that you concluded your mother had been right about one thing—Ushijima Wakatoshi was the only man for you.

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heartslogos · 3 years

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newfragile yellows [933]

"So. We've fucked up. Evelyn’s going to be so disappointed in us,” Ellana sighs forlornly, cupping her cheeks with her hands as she shakes her head. “I can just see the look on her face now. You know the one. It’s the one she got teaching high schoolers math. And then teaching disinterested college students their required math class. It’s so powerful. It’s like one step to the side of disappointed mother.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Bull points out. “We can still fix this.”

“Bull, we just killed our target.”

“Technically, our target saw us, bolted, and got turned into paste by a freight truck. Someone never taught this dunce to look both ways before crossing the road,” Bull says, stroking his chin as he examines the scene from afar. “The point still stands. Evelyn doesn’t know that the target is dead. And the target wasn’t so high profile that news outlets would know who he is. No one’s going to pick up this story about some guy running in the street and getting hit by a truck. Happens all the time. Trust me, the Qun loves using this one as a cover story.”

“They what now? Hold on, what?”

“That’s not the important part you need to focus on. We can fix this.”

“Bull, you just described it perfectly — the man is paste on the ground. There’s no fixing that.”

“No, but we can still get the intel we need. Evelyn can find out that he died later. It doesn’t have to be tied to us in any way.”

Ellana points at the gathered crowd and clean up crew. “Bull. When Evelyn finds out, and she will, that our target is dead, she’s going to look for details. And one of those details will be the fact that the timeline is a match for when she sent us to tail him and get intel without being caught, without letting him know we were on to him, and without making any sort of contact with said target.”

Bull raises his hands, “And look! No contact! Never spoke tot he guy, never touched’m, never got within a whole city block of him. While he was alive.”

“And you think Evelyn’s going to go with that excuse? We should just fess up. You know if we hide it and she finds out later she’s going to be even worse!”

“We’re grown adults,” Bull says, “What’s she going to do? Send us to our room without dinner? Make us write lines?”

“Yes, Bull!” Ellana throws her hands up, “She’s our boss. She’s our boss because we work for the Inquisition, a super scary and authority bending military and intelligence force that’s basically its own little independent national authority! I’m pretty sure if Evelyn Trevelyan told us we had to go to our rooms with no games or computers or whatever for a week or a month or a year, she’d have the power to make sure it sticks.”

“You’re underestimating us as a team.”

“You’re overestimating us as a team. She has my brother on her side.”

“And you think your brother would survive the two of us trapped in our home without phones, computers, consoles, tablets, and whatever else with no missions except maybe some data-entry level paperwork?”

Ellana blinks, entire body seeming to pause, as she evaluates Bull’s point. She lowers her arms, folding them over her chest and mimicking Bull’s earlier pose as she hums speculatively. “Okay. Okay. I’m starting to turn around and see your point. This is a war of attrition. Endurance. Can we hold out long enough to annoy and torment everyone within reach into caving and defying the Inquisition or will we break and go insane under the lack of proper enrichment?”

Bull taps his temple. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think we could. I’ve already thought it out. We’d break through any barricade by sheer force of will alone. As long as we don’t turn on each other. I don’t see that happening, though.”

“Your super secret spy brain is a terror and wonder to behold in action.” Ellana shakes her head before turning back to the scene. “Ah, they’ve brought out the pressure hoses. My favorite part. It’s like watching those videos on youtube where people clean their room or restore old knives.”

“So that’s why your suggested video algorithms are so fucked up.”

“I have very specific tastes that only rear their head on certain occasions. Anyway. We really shouldn’t be putting the cart before the horse in regards to our hypothetical grounding and how we’d crush the mental will of everyone in our surrounding area in order to get our way. We need to get that intel we were dispatched for.”

Bull reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring of keys. “Took his keys.”

“When?”

“Tricked a guy into switching coats with him.”

“What? When? How?”

“While you were busy rigging his car with trackers and recorders,” Bull answers. “Seems like a waste, now. You think we should go back and get them?”

“Probably. If his employers go to check out his stuff and check the car they’ll most likely find a few of my special little gifts.” Ellana sighs. “What a waste of time and effort. If I knew he’d spook so easily and run I’d have saved those for a special occasion.”

Bull glances down at her as she starts to walk back towards their own car. “Special occasion?”

“Your birthday,” Ellana answers forlornly. “I had it all planned out and everything.”

“Oh, shit,” Bull’s eyebrows raise, “Babe, were you planning a car chase for me?”

“Surprise! Oh, bother. I’ll figure something out. I’ve still got time. Unless you want to change your birthday again?”

“Nah, I like the date I chose. There’s nothing else around it so it’s pretty relaxed. No worries about it being bundled in with any other holiday or event. Shit. A car chase? Are you still sticking with that or are you changing anything? If I guess will you tell me?”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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ramblesandreviews · 7 years

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117. Lena Luthor x fem!kryptonian!reader

Request: Can you do a lena luthor x fem reader where you’ve been best friends since you were kids and you reveal that you’re Kryptonian when you save her life leading her to confess her feelings for when you think she hates you because she knows that you’re an alien please

Honestly being best friends with anybody with the last name Luthor was probably a bad idea. You couldn’t help it she had saved yoh even if she didn’t realize it. When you crash landed onto the earth you where beyond freaked out. Everything was just so loud and nothing made sense, it didn’t help you didn’t have anyone to take care of you. It also didn’t help that you had the body of a twelve year old and the hunger if three grown men. The orphanage lady was beyond baffled.

That’s where you met Lena. She had already been adopted by the Luthor’s but every once and a while she’d come visit the orphanage she was brought to. You didn’t understand why she came all the other kids claimed that being adopted by a family was amazing. They also pointed out that the family she had been sent to where rich and used a hundred dollar bill as a tissue.

Most kids in the orphanage ignored her because of this but Lena didn’t seem to mind. She only came to visit one of the people who worked at the orphanage. The first time you spoke to each other was when you had accidently broke your friend Tyra’s arm. You two had made a bet with each other and you had gotten so caught up in the game you forgot to control yourself.

Your twelve year old self sat in the faded green desk chair with a huff. Tyra had been your last shot at having a real friend, everyone else called you destructo girl and wanted nothing to do with you. That was when a green eyed girl walked in, her heart beat was slow and steady as you heard a content sigh escape her lips. Without really paying attention to you she plopped down in the seat across from you.

You blinked for a second nobody ever sat near you, and you didn’t recognize her. A grin settled onto your face, maybe she would even talk to you. You swallowed your nerves down and said, “Uh hi.” She didn’t respond but looked around the room as if you might be talking to someone else.

When she saw no one she turned to you and raised a hesitant eyebrow. “Me?” she asked messing with her dark hair. It was your turn to frown and you couldn’t help the sarcastic response that escaped your mouth.

“No,” you paused sarcastically, "I was talking to the empty chair next to you.“ the girl stiffened and you clamped your hand over your mouth, "Oh Rao I didn’t mean to say that…” You trailed off examining the girl’s look of confusion and annoyance.

You swallowed again and hoped you hadn’t offended her. “Can I try again?” you asked hesitantly you never could control your impulses. Your mother had called it an extraordinary gift, but your father had called it a defect. She nodded and you heard her heartbeat increase slightly. “Hi my name is (Y/n), what’s your name?” You asked nervously.

The girl frowned. “Not to be big of myself but do you not know?” You shook your head as the girl continued to give you a look of mistrust. Your gaze softened you recognized that look it was the same one you looked at in the mirror each morning when it was your turn to use the bathroom.

“Uh you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I’ll just uh sit here if you want someone to talk to…” You trailed off as the girl continued to study you. You smiled at her and then leaned back into the chair. You heard the top caregiver chewing a boy out in the room you had to go in and stiffened when you heard her stop. The door opened and the boy, named Zack, escaped rubbing his knuckles. He shot you a sneer and the girl across form you a condescending smile.

“Oh hey Luthor,” the boy spat as if t was something offensive, “I wouldn’t sit too close to destructo girl over here, she might break that pretty palace of yours.” He scoffed and the girl frowned then looked down at her lap.

You shot him a glare, “Shut up Zack or I’ll,” you thought for a moment, “Dislocate your shoulder, put it in place, and then dislocate it again.” Zack huffed and took a step forward when Mary the woman chewing him out stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder. He froze and quickly left the room.

“Ah Lena I wasn’t expecting you for another hour or so,” she paused smiling at the girl across form you. You grinned, Lena it reminded you of the names on krypton, short and sweet. Mary shot you a shrewd look, “Ms. Clumsy I also was not expecting you hear after last time.”

You flinched and said too quickly, “That’s not my name.” Mary glared at you as Lena shot you a curious look.

“Well let’s not forget you decided not to give anyone that information,” she paused, “Ms. Clumsy.” You gulped and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “Hmm, well luck for you Lena’s here so I can’t punish you,” You pumped your fist, “yet.” Your arm deflated to your side. You where sent to your room and that was the last you saw of them the rest of the day.

The next time Lena showed up she talked to you and pretty soon it became a routine. She would talk about her adoptive family and all the things they would make her do. You would talk about the school you went to and the odd things you encountered. She would smile and ask you to continue talking about things even though they where as simple as birds. You became best friends, able to tell each other anything that was, except Krypton.

You both grew older and her Superman appeared along with the fiery hatred of her older brother. After finishing up school you followed Lena everywhere just to make sure she was safe. That also included the move to National City. You where hesitant at first considering the rise of Supergirl but you knew you could get her to back off if you flashed her your house crest.

And so you met Kara Danvers, who cornered you the first chance she got, and Clark Kent. You met the DEO and Kara’s sister who had interrogated you almost violently. That lead you to your current problem, an attack on L-Corp. Kata had gotten there just in time to stop Cyborg Superman and after the both of you sharing a look you grabbed Lena and bolted up the stairs.

It took almost all of your will power not to fly somewhere safe, but you knew it would be a bad idea and continued running. Lena gripped your arm making you stop so she could catch her breath. You fidgeted nervously and noticed the shoes she was wearing. “Seriously Lena? I told you to throw those heels out a month ago.” You complained.

She shot you an annoyed look, “And I told you to stop eating so much fast food and eat a vegetable.” You placed a hand over your heart and gave he a faux offended look. She nodded and crossed her arms across her chest, you felt your stomach flip and you swallowed nervously.

You heard a loud bang come from the bottom of the stairwell. Your face paled and you lifted Lena in your arms and took off her high heels. “Hey stop those are my favorite pair!” You set her back down and through the pairs at the men bellow. You got two in the four head but there was still a man running up the stairs.

“Come on!” Lena yelled and grabbed your arm entering the nearest floor room. When you entered there where still employees hiding under desks. "Hurry get into another room!“ She yelled the workers nodded and fled into the nearby bathroom. She quickly ran towards the nearby science equipment and started mixing some chemicals.

"Now’s not the time to quench your thirst for knowledge.” You pointed out with a small glare. She gave you a pointed look and then went back to the beakers mixing and matching and doing all sorts of stuff that made your head hurt.

“Honestly, how long have you known me?” Lena scoffed with a playful smile. She was trying to make a trap for him, you realized with pride. You grinned and then a shiver went up your spine. You can hear it, you realized, the small ticks coming from his chest.

“Lena get into the bathroom.” You stated unemotionally.

She shot you an offended look, “What do you mean go into the bathroom, all have you know I can take perfect care of mys-” You cut her off with a with an almost angry look on your face.

“He has a bomb Lena.” Her mouth closed and silence ensued. All you can hear where the small ticks two stories below, slowly making there way upward. Lena’s heartbeat spiked and your own clenched at the sound of thumps that made their way into your ears.

“You don’t know that.” Her voice was almost accusing, like she didn’t want to believe you. No not that, you realized looking at the vulnerable look on her face. Like she didn’t want to believe how you knew.

“I can hear it, now get the hell into the bathroom.” You said reluctantly and when Lena didn’t move you went and lifted her. Her heartbeat spiked again but in a different way then before, you frowned. You entered the bathroom and placed her down making sure to tell everybody not to let her leave.

Lena hated you, you could feel it and the thought made your stomach churn uneasily. You sighed as long as you stopped this guy from killing her and everybody else you were okay with that. After you stepped out of the restroom you saw him he was pointing a gun at you.

“Uh hi.” You where distinctly aware of the way he gripped the handle tighter. You cleared your throat, “How about we put the gun down?” The man only cocked it back getting ready to shoot at you.

“Where is Lena Luthor?” he asked with a gruff voice. You eyed him carefully, you knew he’d shoot you no matter what you just had to know when the bomb would go off. You used your x-ray eyes to find the bomb and raised an eyebrow, it had a timer on it which was totally impractical, not that you where complaining.

“She’s not here.” you lied watching the timer only less then a minute left. He shot near your knee only to watch as the bullet bounced of leaving a hole in your pants. The both of you stared silently at each other and you smiled. “See you really shouldn’t have done that.” 45…

He started firing at you again and again until he had no more bullets left. You stood there waiting patiently for him to finish when the door burst open. 40…

Lena Luthor stood there with all her glory a fierce look in her eye, shock filled her features when she stared at you. You looked down your clothes where riddled with bullet holes and she was probably surprised to see you alive. 30… You remembered the bomb and flew forward quickly knocking the man out carefully you removed the bomb from his vest and held it close to you. 25…

“I’m sorry I never told you Lee,” You paused before jumping out the window. Lena screamed as you struggled to fly upward, away from all the skyscrapers. You grunted softly, you hadn’t flown in a long time. You examined the bomb with a bittersweet smile. “So much trouble for such a little thing.”

You curled the bomb into you careful to make sure nothing stuck out wen it exploded. You gasped you were falling and had forgotten how to fly. “I’m sorry..” you trailed off knowing Lena couldn’t hear you.

“(Y/n)?” you heard Kara ask. You felt strong arms catch you and the last thing you heard was Lena screaming and the whisper of, “I love you.”

…

When you came to all you could hear was arguing and you felt a soft hand gripping yours. “Will you all shut up? She’s waking up.” Your eyes felt heavy when you opened your eyes. You groaned and sat up stretching when a hand pushed you down gently.

“Whoa there bud, I thought I told you the only time to come back here was when you wanted to work for us?” teased the voice of Alex Danvers. You grinned sluggishly and turned your head to see Lena sitting their with puffy eyes. You felt immediate guilt and opened your mouth to speak when you felt arms wrap around your neck tightly. Alex smiled and pulled Kara along, who waved at you, to give you two privacy.

You held Lena in your arms feeling the sobs that wracked her body. When she stopped crying the two of you stayed like that a little while longer. When she pulled away she kissed your cheek and punched your arm. “Ow!”

“How could you, without so much as a warning, jump out of a window?” She asked angrily, “I mean it was incredibly brave, and selfless, and you saved so many people, but maybe give a girl a warning next time, yeah?” She rambled running a hand through her hair. You smiled and without thinking placed a hand on her cheek. She stiffened an you froze realizing what you where dong.

“Oh crap sorry Lena, I uh wasn’t thinking, um I’m sorry, please don’t hate me- Mmph!” You where cut off by her swiftly placing her lips to yours. You kissed back after a second or two and she melted against you. Her lips were soft and rough all at the same time, your breath mingled and she dug her hands into your hair.

“I love you.” she said when you both pulled away breathing hard.

A goofy smile appeared on your face, “I love you too, and I’m sorry about not telling you about everything.” She ran her hands up your cheeks and smile at you.

“I understand, and I know that you would have told me eventually. It’s kind of hard to forgive you, but I know that you trust me and I know I trust you, so I forgive you.” She said softly with a vulnerable look on her face. You sat there latched to each other knowing that you loved each other.

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