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♕ No Matter What - Part 5 | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: none, just some tooth rotting fluff

Summary: Something has shifted in your relationship with Lena and as time goes on, you realize that you might think of her as more than just your boss.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6

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It’s Saturday night and instead of watching a movie on my couch like I used to, I’m trailing behind Lena while she mingles with the people of her charity event.

This morning when I woke up she was already in the kitchen, making breakfast. It was oddly domestic, but I can’t say I minded.

We ate in silence, stealing glances at each other before our peace was disrupted by a fuming Sam.

She stormed into the apartment and yelled at me for not calling her, saying she’d been worried sick all night. Then, before I could apologize she rushed over to hug me.

Lena watched with mild amusement and, as gentle as possible, filled Sam in on what happened. That didn’t help at all though and in the end it opened a whole new can of worms with Sam scolding me for losing control and being reckless.

It got so bad that Lena had to step in at some point because I couldn’t get a word in. Sam apologized, and I did too for not calling her before we all settled down and finished eating.

After that I thanked Lena for letting me stay and rushed home to shower and change before returning to her apartment so I could accompany her to work.

Other than this morning, she hasn’t brought up last night and I’m extremely grateful. I know she would never judge me for what happened, just like Sam, but I’m not ready to share that part of me. For now, at least.

“Y/N?” A gentle touch on my forearm brings me back to reality. I look down to find Lena looking up at me with curiosity. “Everything alright?”

Her touch makes my stomach flip and I gulp, trying to mask my nervousness by saying, “Just peachy.”

Lena smiles and squeezes my arm teasingly. “Come on, be honest. You can admit you’re bored.

Bored? I’m anything but that. All night I’ve been able to watch her in her black off-shoulder dress without having to worry about looking like a creep.

I almost scoff, but realizing that that might come off as rude I say, “I promise you, Ms. Luthor, I’m not bored. This event is amazing and your speech earlier was very inspiring.”

Lena’s smile turns bashful and she ducks her head shyly. “Well, if you say so… Thank you.”

I bow playfully. “You’re welcome.”

Just then, Sam and a man whom I recognize from one of the board meetings approach us.

The man whisks Lena onto the dance floor and I turn to keep an eye on her. Sam joins my side and watches the people waltzing around before nudging me.

“Soooo, what was that?” she asks, her voice taking on a sing-song quality.

I tear my eyes away from Lena for a moment to shoot Sam a questioning look.

She raises her eyebrow expectantly and cocks her head in the direction of the dance floor. “You and Lena,” she prompts.

My ears start tingling and I square my shoulders nervously. “What about us?”

“She was touching your arm,” Sam says with a smirk. “And you didn’t pull away.”

“I—“ I snap my mouth shut because Sam’s got me cornered. She knows I hate people touching me and the fact that I let Lena do it speaks volumes. “Well, she’s my boss and I can’t just shove her off me, now can I?” I defend but I know it’s a weak excuse.

“No, not really,” Sam muses and I know she’s not buying it. When she adds, “You’d make a cute couple,” my jaw drops and I dig my elbow into her side.

“Oh my God, shut up!” I hiss through gritted teeth, looking around nervously to check if someone is listening to our conversation. Luckily no one seems to be interested though, so I quickly turn back to her. “You can’t just say something like that.”

Laughing, she takes a swig of her champagne. “Oh, relax. We’re all adults here and I know for a fact that Lena’s been single for quite some time now and the way she was looking at you—“

My eyes widen in horror and I slap a hand over Sam’s mouth. She licks my palm in retaliation and I pull back with a grimace. “Ew!”

“Oh shut up.” She chuckles and punches my shoulder. Then, her expression turns a little more serious and she says, “I mean it, Y/N. Just think about it…”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I turn my attention back to the dance floor with a sigh.

Almost all the guests are gone and I stand back patiently as Lena bids the rest of them goodbye. Sam left a while ago to relieve Alex from her babysitting duties.

Kara who was here for CatCo earlier left as well after exchanging some pleasantries and getting a few pictures of the event.

Once the last guest exits the venue, Lena returns to my side. “We can go home in just a second, I just have to get my stuff.”

I nod and let her lead the way. The venue is a beautiful French Chateau with lavish gardens and I almost got lost looking for the bathroom earlier.

Lena left her stuff in one of the vintage studies, so when we get there she gathers everything, ready to leave.

However, before we get to the door she stops and looks at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “I just remembered you didn’t dance with anyone tonight. Why is that?”

I raise my eyebrows in surprise and smile. “It’s not exactly in my job description, Ms. Luthor.“

Lena counters playfully. “Or you just don’t know how to do it and wanted to avoid making a fool of yourself.”

I scoff and cross my arms, letting my eyes show my amusement. “I can dance just fine, thank you very much.”

Lena drops her things on the plush sofa and holds out her hand with a challenging raise of her eyebrow. “Prove it.”

I huff and can’t help the way my stomach flips at the prospect of dancing with her. I eye her for a moment, debating my next move.

Just think about it…

Sam’s voice rings in my ears and I decide now is the perfect opportunity to test my ever growing feelings for the young CEO.

I take Lena’s hand and lead her onto the balcony to escape the musty air of the study. She’s surprised by the change in location, but doesn’t comment on it as we both admire the view of the garden for a moment.

The big fountain in the middle of the lawn is lit up in the dark, making the water sparkle as it rains down in tiny droplets.

There are also some lit lanterns along the gravel paths, but otherwise everything is dark. It’s as though the person who designed this place didn’t want to distract from the starry night sky above us.

Out here, away from the city, there’s no light pollution that prevents you from seeing each constellation clearly, and the sight is so mesmerizing, that I momentarily forget why I stepped outside in the first place.

That is until Lena clears her throat softly, effectively snapping me out of my haze. “Sorry.“

She smiles and tilts her head adorably, her eyes not leaving my face. I instantly get nervous under her gaze and try to mask it by stepping closer and saying, “May I have this dance, M’lady?”

I preform an exaggerated bow which makes her giggle. She accepts the invitation with a grin and I raise her hand to place a theatrical kiss to her knuckles.

Before I can get into position though, her hands travel up my arms and slide beneath the fabric of my jacket. She pushes it off my shoulders and I understand what she wants, so I take it off, albeit a little confused.

I’m about to ask why that was necessary when her fingers make quick work of the buckle on my leather shoulder holster that holds my service weapon.

“Now you’re officially off duty,” she says, draping my jacket and holster over the balcony’s stone railing before returning into my space.

She pulls me infinitely closer and guides my one hand around her waist, taking my other into her own. Her perfume clouds my senses and the warmth of her body so close to mine is making me swoon on the inside.

“I’m never really off duty,” I manage to get out without stuttering. “If you ever need me, I’ll be there.”

It could just be the low light, but I’m almost certain Lena’s pupils dilate ever so slightly. It’s a sight that makes me want to rush forward and kiss her, but in the end I don’t do it.

She’s still your boss! I remind myself and that wipes the idea from my mind entirely. Kissing her out of nowhere would be a sure way to get myself fired. That being said, should there ever be something between us she has to be the one to initiate it.

Lena doesn’t say anything. Her green eyes just bore into mine, so I smile shyly and ask, “Ready?”

She nods almost imperceptibly and I start moving, guiding her around the spacious balcony in a slow waltz. It’s been a long time since I danced like this, but it’s all coming back to me like riding a bike.

There’s no music playing, but it doesn’t matter. We’re in our own world, only focusing on each other while our bodies move effortlessly together.

“Well, it’s seems like you weren’t lying after all,” Lena whispers, her breath hitting my face.

“Huh?” I slow us down so we’re only swaying in place.

Lena’s lip twitches and the hand she has on my shoulder moves toward the back of my neck. “You can dance.”

I briefly close my eyes at the touch and tighten my grip on her waist. “I told you.”

“Mhmm,” Lena hums and we continue to sway in silence. A chilly autumn breeze dances around us and because it borders on cold, she draws closer.

Unlike earlier though, it doesn’t make me nervous. It’s calming and I feel my shoulders relax as Lena’s head settles on my shoulder.

I’ve never danced like this with anyone and for the first time in my life I regret not having had a serious relationship before. I’ve had a couple flings here and there, yes, but, like I said, it was never serious. But even those stopped happening when Noah died.

Now that I’m actually this close to someone, I realize how touch starved I’ve been. And no, Sam’s hugs and cuddles don’t count. I’m talking about romantic affection.

Another breeze whips past us and this time not even our proximity is enough to keep Lena from shivering. “It’s getting cold,” I say reluctantly. “And late…”

Lena sighs against my shoulder. “You’re right. Let’s go home.”

We stop swaying and separate slowly. The cold that replaces Lena’s warmth instantly makes me yearn for her again. But it is getting late and we both have to get up early tomorrow morning.

“Thank you for the dance,” Lena says, her hands lingering on my forearms.

I bow again, this time less playfully though. “My pleasure,” I say and seeing the goosebumps on Lena’s arms and chest, I take my jacket and drape it around her shoulders.

She smiles bashfully and mumbles another thank you which makes me feel very accomplished.

I grab my holster without bothering to put it back on and lead us inside where I grab Lena’s things. She protest weakly, saying she can carry it herself, but then a yawn overcomes her and we both chuckle.

We head outside and I help her into the passenger seat of the car the valet has already parked right by the entrance.

I tip him generously and bid him a good night before getting in the driver’s seat. Usually I’m not the one driving, but because it’s Alfred’s night off, I offered to do it.

The drive back into the city is peaceful and quiet. Lena’s leaned against the door the whole way with her eyes closed and my jacket pulled tightly around her shoulders.

She doesn’t even stir when I pull into her building’s underground parking garage.

“Ms. Luthor?” I whisper, touching her shoulder. “Ms. Luthor, we’re here.”

Nothing.

“Ms. Luthor.”

Again. Nothing.

Damn, she’s out cold.

I sigh and get out of the car, making my way around the hood to slowly open the passenger door. I make sure Lena doesn’t fall by quickly replacing the door with my body and bending over her lap to unbuckle her seat belt.

“Alright… Upsy-daisy. One, two, three.” I scoop her into my arms as gracefully as I can and make sure her head is resting comfortably on my chest.

Then I kick the car door shut and make my way to the elevator that takes us straight up to the apartment.

I get the door open with some difficulty and take off my shoes all while Lena continues to sleep away in my arms.

It’s an endearing sight and it just makes me realize even more how deep my feelings for her actually run.

I pad through the dark apartment and into her bedroom where I carefully place her on the bed. She stirs for a moment, but doesn’t wake up, so I take off her heels before adjusting her so I can pull the comforter over her.

“Good night,” I whisper and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Then, without thinking I bend down and press a kiss to the crown of her head.

Oh, if only you knew what you do to me, Lena Luthor, I think as I back out of the room with a tired smile.

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Some much needed fluff after that last part :)

@nuianced-tck-enby Enjoy!

#x reader #fluff #dc universe #dcu #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #cw supergirl

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ⴵ My Best Friend’s Little Sister | Yelena Belova ⴵ

Pairing: Yelena Belova x reader

Warnings: steamy scene (no smut), blood, major injuries and ANGST

Summary: Telling your best friend Natasha about your relationship with her sister doesn’t go as planned.

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I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and place one last kiss to the inside of Yelena’s thigh before moving up her twitching body.

She’s panting and flushed in the best way possible and when I come into view above her, her hand finds its way to the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss.

Her other hand roams over my shoulder and chest, continuing down across my ribs until it settles on the small of my back.

“My God,” she mumbles against my lips, “You are amazing.”

I chuckle and pull back to look at her. “You always say that.”

Yelena’s smile mirrors my own, her eyes sparkling with adoration. “Because it’s true.”

I brush some hair off her sweaty forehead, enjoying the way she brushes her fingers over my lower back. “So are you,” I say quietly, vulnerability seeking into my voice. “You’re amazing.”

She’s not just amazing, she’s absolutely breathtaking. Since we started dating over a year ago she’s had this overwhelming grip on my heart. To say I didn’t love her would be a straight up lie, but we haven’t said that to each other yet and I’m waiting for her to say it first.

Her past has made her wary of anyone and everything, so I’m giving her the choice of whether or not she wants to take what we have to the next level.

So, for now, all I can do is repeat her sentiments back to her and hope that she somehow knows what I actually want to say.

Her green eyes dart between mine, tender and affectionate as always, but now there’s something new in them. For just a second her lips part and I think she might say something but then she just smiles again.

The tiniest bit of disappointment spreads in the pit of my stomach, but I ignore it when I remember why I snuck into her room in the first place.

I peck her lips, one, two, three times, making her giggle and settle down next to her. She turns and lays her head on my chest, her leg curling over my hips.

“Listen, I’ve been thinking and—“ I shift awkwardly as I run my fingers through her hair “— I know we talked about this before, but I really think Nat should know about us.”

Yelena stiffens but stays quiet, so I continue.

“She’s my best friend and I just— I hate keeping things from her, especially when they make me happy.“ I take the hand she’s rested on my stomach and press a kiss to her knuckles. “You make me happy, Yelena. So fucking much, and I’m tired of hiding that.”

How we’ve managed to keep our relationship a secret from Natasha all this time is still a mystery to me, but since the very start of it, the guilt of it has been eating away at me.

I wanted to tell her from day one, but Yelena insisted we keep it between the two of us. Why? I’m not entirely sure, but I respect her wishes. Since it’s been over a year since then though, I think it’s time to come clean.

“Yelena?” I nudge her, waiting nervously for a response.

Yelena sighs and sits up. She grabs the sheet and pulls it up to cover herself. “Y/N…”

I know she’s about to shut me down, but this is important to me, so I say, “Please, baby. She’s my best friend and your sister. Why don’t you want her to know?” I sit up as well and place my hand on her knee over the sheet.

“She’ll hate me for stealing you,” she whisperers after a moment of silence.

“Yelena…” I squeeze her hand and dip my head to catch her eye. “Nat could never hate you. Besides, I think she’d kick my ass long before ever thinking of kicking yours, I mean, I’m her best friend and I’m sleeping with her little sister. That’s like the biggest no-no in a friendship; Never go for the younger sibling.”

Yelena cracks the tiniest of smiles and takes my hand off her knee and interlaces her fingers with mine. “You’re not just sleeping with me though,” she argues lightly.

“No I’m not. We’re dating which is even more reason to tell her. Don’t you think she’d be happy for you? For us?” I counter argue, scooting closer so our legs are touching.

Shaking her head, Yelena sighs softly. “No, of course she’d be happy, but—It’s not just that.”

My eyebrows furrow and I tilt my head in question. “Then what is it?” I probe gently.

Green eyes find mine and I’m surprised to find something akin to shame in them.

“Hey, what is it?” I whisper, scooting even closer so I can press a kiss to her forehead.

Yelena drops the sheet and snakes her free hand to the back of my neck where she plays with my baby hairs, here eyes dropping as she admits, “It’s silly, but…this is the first thing I’ve ever had that is truly my own. Something I haven’t had to share with her. I just— I don’t want to lose that.”

I pout at her words and squeeze her hand. “Baby, hey… Please, look at me.”

Hesitantly, she raises her eyes again and I try my best to look reassuring when I say, “I get that. Trust me, I do. But you aren’t going to lose this–” I gesture between us with my free hand–“if we tell her. You aren’t going to lose me.”

Yelena bites her bottom lip and blinks rapidly to get rid of the tears that have appeared in her eyes. “Okay,” she says finally, nodding. She opens her eyes and smiles weakly. “Okay, let’s tell her.”

I beam and surge forward to press a kiss to her lips. It’s so fast that Yelena yelps in surprise before kissing back. Our intertwined hands disconnect and her free hand joins her other hand at the back of my neck.

We kiss feverishly, her tongue running over my bottom lip until I grant her access, and I use my super soldier-strength (I have Hydra to thank for that) to pick her up and get out of bed.

On instinct, her legs wrap around my waist and her grip on my neck tightens.

“Let’s—“ Kiss. “Tell her—“ Kiss. “After the mission—“ Another kiss. “Tomorrow.”

Yelena hums and I take that as a yes, so I start carrying her to the bathroom. “Shower?” I ask against her lips and, again, she just nods.

I laugh lightly and resume the kiss, barely even making it to the shower as Yelena’s lips start traveling down my neck.

Ducking behind a wall, I reload my gun and catch my breath. The deafening sound of gunfire surrounding us is making my hands shake and it takes me three times to insert the new magazine into the gun.

My mind is on the mission: secure the warehouse, grab the hostages, and get out.

The same can’t be said for Natasha, who’s crouching beside me. She raises a hand to the collar of my suit and tugs it down, letting out a disbelieving laugh. “Well, well, well. Look what we’ve go here.”

My head snaps around and I slap her hand away. “What?”

Natasha laughs, obviously not phased by the ongoing fight. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Incredulous and confused as to what she’s referring to I raise an eyebrow. “Tell you what?”

Poking my neck with her finger, which I slap away once more, Natasha states, “You’re seeing someone!”

Judging by the blank look on my face, Natasha figures that I still don’t know what she’s talking about. She rolls her eyes and points at her own neck. “You’ve got a hickey and because I know you’re not one to hook up, you must be seeing someone.”

My cheeks heat up instantly and I choke in surprise. “I— What? No!”

Damn it, Yelena.

We agreed on no hickeys in visible places. Looks like she got a bit too carried away last night.

“Yes you do!” Natasha exclaims, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Who is it? Oh, don’t tell me it’s Bucky. I thought you said you didn’t like him?”

“What—No! It’s not Bucky!” I screech, bewildered. “Why would you even— You know what? Never mind, let’s just focus on the mission.”

Natasha whines. “Nooo, come on. Tell me!”

I look around the wall to make sure the coast is clear, before turning back and hissing, “Not now!”

“Fine,” Natasha shoots back. “But you have to tell me later.”

I sigh and roll my eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Now let’s go. You take the ground floor. I’ll take the stairwell.“

Natasha smirks and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. I fight the urge to shove her and get going, entering the warehouse with a deathly grip on the handle of my gun.

The warehouse is run down and the smell of damp concrete and moss is almost overwhelming. Every window has been busted and the bricks of the walls are beginning to chip.

I continue up the stairs with my gun raised, ready to shoot, until I make it to the top level. There’s no one in sight, so I press a finger to the comms piece in my ear and ask, “Any sign of the hostages, Steve?”

“Negative.”

I huff in frustration, trying to ignore the gunfire that is still going on outside and downstairs.

I make my way past some abandoned offices and turn a couple of corners before getting to the spider web of metal walkways that stretches over the largest, main storage room.

I set a tentative foot onto one of the metal grates and put pressure on it. It creaks ominously and I retract my foot, knowing it’s not safe to walk on.

I’m about to turn around when there’s a grunt and then a thud to my left.

I spin around just in time to see Yelena and one of the Hydra agents crash through a metal door and stumble onto the walkway.

The metal groans under the load and my eyes widen. It could give out any moment and I can’t imagine watching Yelena fall to her death.

I want to shout and tell her to get off the walkway, but that would distract her and give the Hydra agent a chance to beat her.

I raise my gun and aim at the dark figure who’s driving Yelena backward and further onto the walkway with the force of his blows. It’s of no use though because I can’t get a clear shot with all the movement and I can’t risk hitting Yelena.

It seems as though she’s got everything under control though because after taking a few more hits she recovers and retaliates with such a strong kick, it knocks the Hydra agent off his feet. But then a second one bursts through a door to my right, his eyes landing on Yelena’s back.

He doesn’t see me and raises his gun in a flash. I want to scream, but he’s already pulled the trigger. My eyes squeeze shut in horror, but nothing happens.

When I dare to look again, the agent is examining his gun. He tries to fire again, but it’s quickly apparent he doesn’t have any bullets left, so he tosses the gun aside.

I raise my own gun again and aim it at him. Before I can do anything though, he pulls a knife from one of his pockets and takes off in a sprint across the walkway.

My stomach drops and without thinking I leap onto the walkway myself. “Yelena!”

She’s too busy with the other agent who’s managed to get back on his feet, so I focus on the second agent.

He still hasn’t noticed me, so I push myself harder. I have to get to him before he gets to Yelena. My ears are ringing and my feet are pounding on the creaking metal, but I keep pushing.

“Yelena, look out!” I try one more time and this time she turns around, her eyes widening.

The second agent is only a couple of steps away from her and raises his arm, ready to bring the knife down on her.

He never gets the chance though because with a final push I leap forward and tackle him. We fall and hit the metal grate with an ear splitting crack.

Then, the falling doesn’t stop.

“Y/N!” The cry is heartbreaking and I close my eyes at the look of pure horror and disbelief on Yelena’s face.

My stomach swoops like it does on a rollercoaster, and for a moment it feels like I’m flying.

But what is it they say? L’important, ce n’est pas la chute; c’est l’atterrissage.

I hit the ground hard. For a moment, everything seems to be fine. Then, it hits me like a train. Everything hurts. I can’t move and every breath burns in my lungs.

No normal human could have survived a fall from such a height. Good thing I have the super-soldier serum in me.

I try to move and get up. I have to find Yelena. I have to make sure she’s safe. As soon as I even just try to move my leg though, a blinding pain shoots through my body.

I whimper, not being strong enough to do much more, and glance down.

My heart sinks at the sight of a broken metal pole sticking out of my thigh. It’s rusty and now covered in blood.

What makes matters even worse is that it’s not the only one. There’s another going right through my stomach, and another one through my chest, close to my shoulder.

The sight is dizzying and I close my eyes for a moment. I’m still fighting to get enough air into my lungs, but it’s getting harder with each breath.

This can’t be it. This can’t be how it ends.

I’ve been in similar situations. None of them were this bad though. I can feel my body trying to heal itself, but I know not even the serum will be able to get me out of this one.

A tear rolls down the side of my face and I cough again as blood begins to trickle out of the side of my mouth.

This was supposed to be an easy mission. I can’t believe everything went so wrong. I just know that I’d do all of it again if it meant Yelena was safe.

At the thought of Yelena, my eyes snap open again. Everything is blurry, but I can make out that she’s no longer on the walkways.

Panicking, I try one more time to get up, but the pain that shoots through me almost instantly is so intense, I scream and fall back down.

No… I can’t leave before telling her I love her. She has to know. I should have told her. I can’t believe I haven’t told her.

Movement to my left makes me panic even more because I figure it’s one of the Hydra agents who’s come to finish me.

I feel around for my gun, but all I can get a hand on is a loose pole. It’ll just have to do because I sure as hell won’t be going out without a fight.

When the person finally comes into sight though, I cry in relief and drop the pole.

She lowers her own weapon when she recognizes me and rushes over, her hands settling on my chest and stomach close to the poles. “Oh my God, Y/N.”

I choke back my tears and take one of her hands. “I’m sorry,” I whisper desperately. “I’m so sorry, Nat.”

Natasha’s watery eyes connect with mine and she shakes her head adamantly. “No, no, no. Hey! Don’t you dare give up on me.” She raises a hand to her ear and says, “Tony, we need an EVAC immediately. Y/N’s down in the main storage area.”

I don’t hear Tony’s response because my comms device broke when I landed. The look on Natasha’s face is all I need to know that he won’t be able to get here on time though.

She desperately clutches my hand to her chest and scoots closer, wiping the blood off my chin. “We’re going to get you out of here,” she says and I know she’s saying it to soothe herself, not me.

“Nat,” I wheeze. It’s almost impossible to breathe now and all I want to do is close my eyes, but she needs so know. “Please—“

A violent cough cuts me off and I wince when I settle back down and see tiny specks of blood on Natasha’s face.

“No, don’t talk. You have to save your strength. You have to—“

I shake my head frantically and ignore the tears that continue to spill from my eyes. “Please, Nat… Tell her—“

Another cough and this time when I settle back down, it’s as though my body finally stopped fighting. The pain has been reduced to a dull ache and my eyelids are growing heavier with each second that passes.

Natasha notices too and pushes down on my stomach next to the pipe to stop the bleeding. “No, no, no! You’re staying right here with me. Don’t you dare close your eyes. You hear me?!”

I honestly don’t care about making it out alive anymore because at this point I know it’s impossible. I do need Yelena to know how I truly feel about her though, so I resist the urge to close my eyes and tighten my weakening grip on Natasha’s hand. “Tell, Y-Yelena,” I stutter. “Promise m-me you’ll tell her…”

Natasha frowns in confusion and abandons her task of stopping the bleeding. “Tell Yelena what?” she asks desperately.

Her eyes meet mine and for a moment the confusion remains in them. Then, as if on cue, they widen and understanding dawns on her. “Yelena?” she asks with a sob and I nod with a weak smile.

“Please, Nat…” I whisper. It’s barely audible, but Nat hears.

New tears spring to her eyes and she bites her lip to suppress another sob. “What do you want me to tell her?”

My lips part, ready to spill the truth about my feelings, but in the end nothing comes out.

“What do you want me to tell her?” Natasha repeats, shaking me.

I want to reply, I just can’t do it.

There’s no more air left in my lungs and my eyelids are starting to droop. It’s peaceful and I barely register my hand going limp in Natasha’s.

“No, come on, Y/N!” she screams, but it’s muffled and in the end I no longer resist the urge to close my eyes. “No…” Nat sobs but it sounds like she’s miles away.

Then another voice calls my name and the familiarity of it makes me smile.

I love you…

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Found this in my drafts and decided to finish it.

Part 5 of No Matter What is in the works…

#x reader #angst #angst no happy ending #yelena belova x reader #yelena x reader #yelena belova #marvel #mcu

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♕ No Matter What - Part 4 | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: mentions of death, minor injuries and anxiety attacks

Summary: Following the fight, you run away, your mind spiraling…

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

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In my blind haste to get away, I bump into people which results in them spilling their drinks and shouting at me.

It’s muffled though because my ears are ringing and I have to blink rapidly to prevent the room from drifting out of focus.

I can’t faint now. Not here.

I push through my dizziness and finally make it outside where I stumble to my car. I fumble with the keys, trying to unlock it so I can at least lay down in the backseat, but my hands are shaking too much.

With a whimper I give up, my knees buckling beneath me. I have just enough sense left in me to slide down the side of the car and lean against the tire, rather than letting myself fall forward.

Coward.

The man’s voice keeps replaying in my head until it slowly but surely turns into my dad’s.

I wince and hug my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth with my eyes squeezed shut. “No, no, no, no, no.”

Numb. It’s the only way I can describe how I’m feeling. It’s the only thing I felt for the last couple of days and now I’m at my parents’ front door.

My uniform feels tight and suffocating, and I have to clench my fist to prevent myself from tugging at my collar.

Harper is next to me and she isn’t looking to be doing much better. Her face is void of any emotion and she has the sunken eyes of someone who hasn’t slept all week.

Her blonde hair is slicked back beneath her cap and tied together in a regulatory braid and her uniform, not unlike mine, is crisp and clean.

“Good evening, Sir,” Sergeant Lane says once the door opens. The way he’s standing is shielding Harper and I from view, but when he steps aside, taking off his cap, my dad’s eyes land on us.

He freezes and his face falls. My mom appears a second later, taking in the scene with furrowed eyebrows.

“Y/N, Harper?” she says, her gaze—whether it’s consciously or not—darting to the empty space next to Heather. “What’s going on? Why are you home? Where’s Noah?”

The first tear rolls down my cheek and I wipe it away aggressively, but it’s only the first of many and a second later I’m sobbing. I clasp my hands over my mouth to muffle the sound and lean my head back against the tire.

“How could this happen?” my dad hollers, his voice cracking.

Harper and my mom are huddled up on the couch, crying.

I’m standing in front of the coffee table, my cap in hand, while my dad paces through the room.

“Dad, we did everything we could,” I choke out. I haven’t cried yet. I haven’t cried since I begged Noah to keep his eyes open. “I did everything I could.”

“No you didn’t!” My dad spins around and stares me down with so much hatred, I have to avert my tear-filled eyes. “You didn’t go after him, you—!“

“I couldn’t!” I interrupt with a pained cry. “We were under direct fire.”

My mom lets out a sob and buries her face in Harper’s shoulder.

“But you let him run off!” My dad fires back.

“I didn’t let him do anything,” I cry, “He disobeyed direct orders!”

“You were his superior officer!” My breath catches in my throat when I’m suddenly yanked forward by the collar of my uniform. “It was your job to keep him safe!”

I look up to find my dad baring his teeth, the vein in his forehead throbbing dangerously. When he speaks again, his voice is low and shaky. “He enlisted because he looked up to you. He did everything to impress you and get your approval, and now he’s dead because you did nothing.”

“Dad…” I whisper, the tears I’ve been holding back now dripping down my face.

My dad’s lip twitches and his grip on my collar tightens for a moment before he shoves me away. “Leave.”

Eyes widening, I straighten out my uniform and look at my mom for help, but she’s still crying into Harper’s shoulder. “Dad, please…”

“LEAVE! I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN,” he shouts, shoving me again.

I don’t fight back. I can’t. I look at my mom again and this time I can tell she’s purposefully not looking at me. Neither is Heather, I realize, which shatters my already broken heart.

They think it’s my fault, too.

I choke out a sob and run out of the room.

“You’re a coward, you hear me?” My dad shouts after me when I open the front door. “Coward!”

“Hey,” a soft voice rips me from the memory. My eyes snap open, and I scramble to get away, but then familiar green eyes find mine and I stop.

“It’s okay,” Lena says. She’s crouched down in front of me in her heels, a position I’m sure isn’t exactly comfortable. She reaches for my hand and I let her take it. “You’re okay.”

I gulp and clench my jaw, not attempting to hide the tears that are still running down my face. My heart is pounding in my chest and everything’s still a bit muffled, but I’m no longer on the brink of passing out.

Lena stays with me for what feels like hours, holding my hand in silence and running her thumb over my knuckles until the ringing in my ear finally stops and I feel like I can breathe normally again.

“Ms. Luthor,” I croak, my voice hoarse from crying. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I shouldn’t have—“

Lena squeezes my hand and shakes her head. “Don’t apologize. Let’s just go. I’m taking you back to my place. I can’t in good conscience leave you alone after what happened tonight.”

I want to protest, but the headache that is starting to form has me agreeing with a dejected sigh.

I pull myself up, my knees still a little weak, before helping Lena who’s struggling to get up herself because of her heels and her dress.

Without saying anything, she reaches forward and roams around in the pockets of my jacket until she finds my keys.

The proximity makes my ears tingle, but I ignore it as best as I can because it’s super inappropriate. Not only because of what just happened but because she’s my boss. My very attractive boss…Of course I’ve noticed, I’m not blind, but she’s off limits.

It’s clear that she intends on driving, so I get in the passenger seat, my body slumping against the door as soon as I’m done putting my seatbelt on.

“Wait, what about the others?” I ask when Lena starts driving. I lift my head off the window and look at her.

She glances at me for a second before focusing back on the road. “We split up to look for you when you ran off. I texted them as soon as I found you. They’re probably on their own way home.”

Relieved and, admittedly a little touched that they all went looking for me, I lean my head back against the window. My eyes however stay on Lena whose profile is on full display since her hair is in a high ponytail.

She really is beautiful, especially now because her guard is down. Her face is relaxed and so are her shoulders. Gone is the raised eyebrow and the clenched jaw.

She looks younger like this and it makes me realize just how much stress she’s under all the time.

When we come to a stop in front of her building she looks over, slightly startled that I’m already watching her.

“Are you alright?” she asks, a barely noticeable flush making its way to her cheeks.

I send her a tired smile and nod, too exhausted to respond verbally.

“Okay,” she mumbles, ducking her head shyly and opening her door.

I get out myself while she hands the keys to the building’s valet. She also slips him some money and says something which I don’t catch because I’m waiting by the door.

The elevator ride up to the apartment is silent and when we get inside I’m unsure what to do. Lena’s by my side though and leads me through her bedroom and into the bathroom where she guides me to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

I raise an eyebrow, not quite sure what she’s planning on doing but then she wets a small towel and gestures at my face. “May I?”

I look past her to see my reflection in the mirror and grimace. The blood that ran from my nose earlier is now dried and all over my mouth and chin. Some of it also got onto my shirt and jacket alongside the beer and liquor stains I acquired when I was bumping into people.

My eyes find Lena’s again and I nod, showing her that I’m okay with her cleaning my face.

She starts a little hesitant at first, but soon the hand that is not holding the towel is on my chin, directing my head every which way.

Again, the proximity is making me nervous, but I can’t help but watch her while she works. Her brows are furrowed in concentration and she bites her bottom lip every now and then.

I gulp when she wipes the last of the blood away, her face now merely a couple inches from mine because she leaned in to get a better look.

Her eyes dart up to mine and when she realized how close she is, she freezes. Her breath is shallow and her hand drops from my chin to my chest.

I don’t move. I can’t. Not when her eyes are taking in every detail of my face.

Then, as if on cue, there’s a knock at the front door.

Lena snaps out of her daze, panicking slightly, and rushes out of the room.

My shoulders fall and I take a deep breath. This has never happened before. Yes, we’ve shared some small talk and coffee here and there, but we’ve never been alone like this. We’ve never been this close.

Before my mind can go down a rabbit hole and dissect every interaction I’ve had with the young CEO, Lena returns with a plastic bag.

“What’s this?” I ask to break the tension that her return has inadvertently created.

Lena pulls what looks to be a plain grey sweatshirt and some sweatpants from the bag and hands them to me.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to be sleeping like this,” she gestured at my stained shirt which now that I’m thinking about it smells like booze.

I get up and shake my head, attempting to give the clothes back. “I really can’t take this, Ms. Luthor. You’ve done more than enough and I— I should probably go home.”

Lena looks almost disappointed, but it’s quickly replaced by determination. “No, I’m not letting you leave. I—“ she hesitates— “know what it’s like to be alone after something like tonight, so I’m not letting you go home. You can stay in my guest bedroom. ”

I really want to say no and just go home, but the pleading look she’s giving me convinces me to give in with a sigh. “Alright, thank you.”

Lena smiles softly and pushes the clothes back into my arms. “Don’t thank me. It’s the least I can do after the way you defended me tonight.”

This time it’s my turn to get all shy and squirmy. I feel my ears tingle and tighten my grip on the clothes. I could have just told the guy to keep it moving, but I did defend her to him and let’s just say that that is not something that falls within my job description.

“It was nothing,” I reply honestly.

“No,” Lena says lowly. “It was everything.”

I look up to meet her eyes again to find her already watching me with something I can’t quite place.

She takes a careful step forward, her eyes not leaving mine, and ends up placing her hand on my forearm after hesitating and not really knowing where to put it. My heartbeat soars at the contact and the skin on my arm where she’s touching me is heating up.

She squeezes softly and sends me one last smile before leaving me to change. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Ms. Luthor.”

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Again, not proofread yet but I wanted to get it out sooner rather than later.

I have an exam coming up, so I won’t be able to write as much, but I’ll try my best to keep updating this story.

Also, here you go @nuianced-tck-enby :)

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♕ No Matter What - Part 3 | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: mentions of minor violence, minor injuries and anxiety attacks

Summary: Following the breakfast with Lena, things have changed between the two of you. You’re not exactly friends, but you smile at each other now and engage in small talk every now and then.

Things couldn’t be better. That’s until your past starts haunting you again.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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It’s Friday and it’s my first day off since starting. Lena is working from home which means I don’t have to worry about her.

I got up early this morning, went for a run, showered and then cleaned up around the apartment a little. I also went grocery shopping and cooked some lunch before reading on my balcony.

Now I’m weaving through the cars of one of National City’s middle school parking lots, heading to the soccer field behind the school.

“Y/N!”

I beam at the girl whose eyes light up when I approach the field. She drops her water bottle and rushes over to embrace me in a hug.

“What’s up, Ruby?” I squeeze her tightly before letting go. “How’s my favorite godchild doing?”

Ruby giggles and rolls her eyes. “Good, considering I’m the only one you have.“

I scoff playfully and say, “Okay, rude!” which makes her giggle even more.

I haven’t seen her since I started the new job, so I’m excited to spend some time with her. When Sam asked me if I’d be willing to pick her up from practice this morning I immediately agreed. That way Sam can finish the presentation she’s been working on at work and I can spend some time with my favorite child.

“Now go get your stuff so we can get going.” I nudged her in the direction of the field and greeted her her coach with a nod when he recognizes me.

Ruby runs to grab her bags and hug her friends goodbye before returning to my side. I wordlessly take them from her once she’s within reach and sling one of them over my shoulder.

She smiles in gratitude and holds onto my elbow as we make our way through the parking lot, back to my car. I usually bike everywhere because it beats the traffic in the city, but out here in the suburbs things are easier with a car.

“Your mom’s going to be home for dinner, so I thought we could surprise her with some homemade pizza,” I suggest as soon as we get to the car.

Ruby’s eyes light up and she nods vigorously while I throw her bags in the trunk. “And some ice cream for dessert!”

I laugh and get into the driver’s seat, turning on the car as Ruby gets in next to me. “Sure.”

“Yay!”

The drive to Sam’s house is filled with laughter and random chatter. Ruby tells me about her day at school and I share what I’ve been up to before I picked her up.

It’s nice and lighthearted and soon we pull into the driveway of my best friend’s house. Ruby jumps out of the car and grabs her bags from the trunk.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” I opening the back door to grab the groceries I bought before picking up Ruby. I got everything we need for the homemade pizza, plus Ruby’s favorite ice cream since I knew she’d want some and I wasn’t sure Sam had any left in their freezer.

“Can you help me with my history project?” she asks and I nod, locking the car.

“Of course, but go take a shower first,” I say as I unlock the front door.

“Thank you!” Ruby takes off her shoes by the coat rack and darts up the stairs.

I smile to myself and close the door after taking off my own shoes. Then I head to the kitchen where I get started on the pizza dough.

The front door opens just as Ruby and I take the finished pizza out of the oven.

“What smells so nice?” Sam asks, appearing in the doorway a second later.

“Mom!”

Ruby rushes past me, the food seemingly forgotten, and greets her mom with a hug.

I smile and place the pizza on the counter. “Just in time. We made pizza.”

Sam kisses the top of Ruby’s head and lets go of her to hug me. “Amazing, I’m starving. Shall we?”

She grabs the plates I already set out on the counter and takes them to the living room where she sets them down on the coffee table.

Ruby follows her with three cans of soda, plopping down on the couch next to her mom.

I cut the pizza and put the slices on a serving plate before joining the two girls.

Sam puts on a movie, unprompted, and we start eating in silence.

It isn’t until all the pizza is gone and the movie is almost over that Ruby turns to Sam with a hopeful smile. “Can I have ice cream now?”

Sam frowns and pauses the movie. “We ran out two nights ago, Rubes.”

Ruby shakes her head and says, “Y/N bought some.”

“Well,” Sam says with a faint smile, “Then I guess it’s Y/N’s call.”

Ruby’s attention turns to me. She gives me her best puppy-dog eyes and I can’t help but give in, not that i was going to object in the first place. “Go ahead.”

I lean forward to grab my drink off the coffee table, but Ruby’s arms around my neck pull me back, effectively knocking the wind out of me. “Thank youuuu!”

I cough and pinch her thigh. “Yeah, yeah. Now get your ice cream before I change my mind.”

Sam smiles at the interaction, waiting for Ruby to be out of earshot to say, “Thank you for today. I know it was your day off, but the presentation was just, a lot, and then the meeting this morning ran over—“ She stops when I raise an eyebrow and takes a deep breath. Her shoulders sag and her bottom lip trembles with suppressed emotion. “I’m sorry. Just— Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

My gaze softens and I take one of her hands between my own. It’s never been easy for her as a single mother, and now she’s a single mother with a stressful job and a lot of responsibilities and I know that it gets to be just a little too much sometimes. “Don’t apologize, Sammy—“ her bottom lip trembles harder and tears spring to her eyes at the old nickname—“I love you, and I love Ruby. You’re my family, and I’d do anything for you and that little gremlin.”

“Hey!” She scoffs with a watery smile. “Who are you calling a gremlin, you big ogre.”

I laugh softly and squeeze her hand, ignoring her last comment when I lean in to whisper, “No matter what, remember?”

Sam squeezes her eyes shut, willing her tears away as she nods. “No matter what,” she whispers.

I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her into my side. No matter what…We’re there for each other, no matter what. It’s a promise we’ve made to each other ever since we were kids.

When Ruby comes back, Sam resumes the movie without moving from my side. “You okay, mom?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Just tired,” Sam says, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Satisfied with the reply, Ruby settles in next to her and starts eating her ice cream.

I lean back as well, ready to get back into the movie when my phone vibrates in my back pocket. I take it out and freeze when my eyes land on the message on the lock screen.

Darling, I know you don’t want to, but it would mean the world to me and your dad if you came by after your work next Wednesday. We could have dinner and watch Noah’s favorite movies.

I get to my feet without thinking, starling both Sam and Ruby.

Yeah right, he wants to see me. Not a chance…Not after what I’ve done. Not after what happened to Noah because of me.

“Y/N?” Sam takes my shaking hand. “Hey, what’s going on?”

Coward!

“I— I need some air,” I stammer, pulling my hand back and rushing out of the room.

Sam’s and Ruby’s concerned calls follow me into the hallway but I ignored them and slip my shoes.

I’m just about to open the door when Sam catches up to me. “Wait, where are you going? What is happening?”

I turn around to find her looking at me with worried eyes. Ruby’s not there and I’m assuming it’s because Sam told her to stay behind.

I can’t stay. I just can’t. I need to leave. I need to be alone. I want to go back to the living room and finish the movie, but I can’t.

“Please, not now, Sam,” I beg, my voice cracking. “My mom… my parents…”

Sam’s brows furrow. Then understanding dawns on her and here eyes dart to the phone in my hand. “It’s about next Wednesday, isn’t it?” she asks softly and I nod, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. “Okay, go, but call me when you get home.”

I close my eyes and exhale a shaky breath. She knows me better than anyone else and in moments like these I couldn’t be more grateful. She knows I need to be alone whenever I get upset about Noah and she respects my space.

“Thank you, say good night to Ruby for me, yeah?” I whisper, bending down to kiss the top of her head.

She nods and watches me pull out of the driveway with a sad smile.

Next Wednesday is the anniversary of Noah’s death. I’ve been so caught up in work lately that I didn’t realize it’s this close already.

God, you’re awful, Y/N? First you get him killed and now you don’t even remember the anniversary of his death?

I drive through the city, just wanting to be home already and curled up in bed, when my eyes spot a sign across the street. Al’s Dive Bar.

I’ve never been one to get drunk, but right now I could use a beer or two, so I switch lanes and make a right turn.

I find a parking spot fairly close to the bar and lock the car once I’ve jumped out. If I drink now I won’t be able to drive home later, but I’m not that far away from my apartment anyway, so I’ll just walk and get the car in the morning before work.

When I enter the bar a sense of deja vu washes over me. Not because I’ve been here before but because it’s so similar to the one Noah and I used to go to with our squad.

The lights are low and it smells like beer, liquor, and sweat. There’s a pool table and a dart board on the other side of them room and the space is filled with booths and standing tables.

It is super crowded which is no surprise because it’s a Friday night, so I start pushing through the crowd toward an empty seat at the bar.

I get a few dirty looks that I skillfully ignore until I’m at the bar. I’m just about to sit down and order a drink when my eyes find familiar green ones across the room.

What is she doing here? She’s supposed to be at home!

Waving the approaching bartender off with an apologetic grimace I make my way to her.

“Ms. Luthor what are you doing here? You are supposed to be at home!” I snap over the loud music and the chatter. There’s no security with her and in such a public place she’s a target.

Taken aback by my directness, Lena’s eyes widen and she stammers uncharacteristically when she says,“ Y/N, I’m- I’m here with my friends. What’s going on? Why are you here?”

I scoff at that, not acknowledging Kara and her other friends who watch the interaction with curiosity. “It’s my day off, I can do whatever I want. You, however, shouldn’t be here without security!”

Under different circumstances I wouldn’t dare speak to her like this, but right now I’m still upset about my mom’s message and the thought of something happening to her when I could have prevented it stokes the guilt already eating away at me.

This time Lena’s no longer at a loss for words. She squares her shoulders and looks up at me with defiance in her eyes. “I suggest you watch your tone, Y/N. I’m still your boss and you can’t speak to me like that.”

“Ms. Luthor,” I start slowly, not deterred by her sternness, “this is a matter of security. You are my boss, yes, but it is my job to keep you safe and what you are doing here is irresponsible and, quite frankly, stupid.”

If she wasn’t angry before, she definitely is now. Her jaw clenches and her eyes narrow dangerously. Kara and the others watch the scene unfold in horrified silence and take a step back, ready for the impending scolding that is about to take place. “Listen, Y/N—“

She doesn’t get to continue because a passerby who I’ve noticed has been eyeing her since we started talking, suddenly stops and grabs her arm harshly. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face here, bitch. You should be rotting in prison right next to your brother!”

Lena visibly deflates, hurt replacing the anger on her face.

I step forward immediately and take hold of the man’s wrist with a bruising grip, forgetting all about the argument. “How dare you speak to her like that?” I spit through gritted teeth. “Now let go, or so help me God.”

He winces and releases her, pulling his wrists out of my grasp. “Or what? Huh? What are you going to do? Can’t the bitch stand up for herself?” he sneers, his venomous eyes flickering back and forth between me and Lena.

This is exactly what I was afraid of.

Fury bubbles in the pit of my stomach and I take another step forward to shield Lena from the man’s view.

Kara and her friends look alarmed and I notice one of them, his name is James I think, trying to get the attention of the bouncer by the entrance.

“She can stand up for herself just fine, but she shouldn’t have to,” I defend, glowering at him. “She has nothing to do with her brother’s actions, so I suggest you keep walking.”

The man barks out a mirthless laugh. “Or what?” he asks again and I take a deep breath to stay calm.

It’s in that moment that I feel a hand on the small of my back. Lena. Whether the gesture is supposed to comfort me or get me to back off, I don’t know, but it does send shivers up my spine.

I glare at the man and say, “Just leave,” before turning away, but then he says something that has me seeing red.

“Coward.”

I spin around in the blink of an eye and shove him hard. “What did you just say to me?!”

He stumbles backward, but regains his footing before falling. The people around us move back so as to not get caught up in the fight.

“Say it again!” I roar. “Go on! Say it!”

The man doesn’t say anything, but he bares his teeth and charges at me. That’s when I remember Lena’s still behind me, her hand now clutching the back of my jacket, so instead of ducking out of the way of his fist, I stay right where I am to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hit her.

The blow lands with a sickening sound and my head snaps back from the force of it. Almost immediately I feel something warm running from my nose and when I wipe at it with the back of my hand I see that it’s blood.

I go to return the punch, my heartbeat loud in my ears, but the grip Lena still has on my jacket stops me. I want to pry her off and tackle the man, but its too late because the bouncer is already taking him down with the help of James.

My hands are trembling and my breaths are shaky and shallow.

I’m not a coward!

A touch on my shoulder makes me flinch and when I whirl around I find Lena looking at me with distress and worry all over her face.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Kara asks softly, appearing next to Lena while the man who caused all of this gets escorted out by the bouncer.

My eyes dart around the room, hating how everyone’s attention is on me. It does nothing to calm my racing heart, as a matter of fact, it’s making it worse.

I feel my throat closing and my lungs burning and before long I do what I always do in situations like this.

I run.

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I haven’t proofread this yet, but I wanted to get it out as soon as possible, so if there’s any mistakes I apologize. I’ll get to it as soon as I can.

Also forgot to mention that everyone’s human in this story, so no Supergirl or aliens.

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♕ No Matter What - Part 2 | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Working as Lena’s bodyguard turns out to be more boring than anticipated. Yes, there have been several attempts on her life right before you were hired, but since then… nothing.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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It’s been three weeks and the only words spoken between Lena and I since I started have been anything but personal.

I get to her apartment in the morning to accompany her to the office, then sit around outside her office, sharing light conversations with Jess every now and then before following her into a high end restaurant for lunch where she meets her best friend Kara Danvers, or some business partners.

After lunch it’s back to the office until dinner, which she usually orders in.

It’s only in the late hours of the night that she finally decides to go home. I obviously accompany her all the way until she’s at her front door where she bids me a polite goodnight before shutting the door in my face.

The next day is the same, and so is the one after that. It’s like clockwork. Until it’s not.

I’m running exceptionally late today because the electricity in my apartment building shorted out in the middle of the night, effectively resetting my alarm clock and deleting the alarm I set for this morning.

In a haste I pulled on some clothes, brushed my teeth and fixed my hair, leaving no time for breakfast.

I rushed out of the door and downstairs, struggling with the lock of my bike for a second before jumping on and pedaling as though my life depended on it.

Now, fifteen minutes late, sweaty and breathing heavily, I get to Lena’s apartment building. I rush inside and shove my bike into the janitors closet, ignoring Ann’s laugh behind the reception desk.

I’m just about to call for the elevator when it dings and the doors open to reveal an annoyed looking Lena Luthor.

“You’re late,” she states, moving to brush past me, but then she notices the state I’m in. “Why do you look like that? Did you run here or something?”

I wipe a droplet of sweat off my forehead and grimace. “I biked, actually…” The unimpressed raise of an eyebrow I receive has me quickly adding, “But that’s not important. I’m so sorry for being late, Ms. Luthor. It won’t happen again.”

Lena’s eyes rake over me once more, only this time she seems more curious than scrutinizing.

“It better not,” she quips and for a moment I can’t believe that she’s actually joking.

I follow her outside and open the backdoor of the waiting car. She slips inside and I follow after her, signaling for the driver to go once we’re both buckled in.

The ride is uneventful, so is the trek from the car to her office. However when she stops in front of Jess’s desk instead of walking into her office, I almost run into her.

‘Ms. Luthor, what—?”

“Jess,” Lena says, ignoring my surprised exclaim. “Could you please grab Y/N a new shirt from the lab storage room? Something a little less sweaty?”.

Oh my God…

If I died right now I honestly wouldn’t care. Anything would be better than this.

Jess hurries off immediately, leaving Lena and I to our own devices.

I don’t dare to meet her eyes, but then she laughs softly and I look up to find her smiling at me.

It’s the first ever genuine smile she’s directing at me and it makes my stomach flip.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It just shows that you actually care about your job,” she says and it’s almost enough to assuage my embarrassment if it weren’t for my stomach growling the next second.

Please, just kill me.

Instead of making a big deal out of it, Lena just crosses her arms with an amused smile and says, “How about some breakfast?”

I’m about to decline, but then my stomach growls again and I agree with a shy nod. “Yes, please.”

We enter her office and she asks me to take a seat on the couch while she rearranges some of her meetings to accommodate for the turn of events.

“Ms. Luthor, you really don’t have to do this, I know you’re busy and—“

Lena raises her hand, effectively shutting me up. “Nonsenses. I want to do this. I want to get to know you better,” she hits return on her keyboard, presumably sending off an email to her staff entailing the details of the change of plans and gets up to join me on the couch.

I frown and bite my tongue to prevent myself from asking but why now?

She hasn’t made any effort to get to know me these last couple of weeks. What’s changed?

First the teasing earlier and now this impromptu breakfast.

“Fine,” I say, a little impatient but Lena doesn’t seem to notice, or she just doesn’t care. “What would you like to know? I feel like there’s hardly anything you don’t already know after reading my resume and the extensive background check your security team did on me.”

Lena’s eyes widen for a split second before she recomposes herself. She shifts in her seat and nervously straightens out her blouse. “Actually, I never took a look at any of that.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “What? But then who—?”

The question dies on the tip of my tongue when Lena meets my eyes with a sheepish smile. “Sam took care of everything.”

Ah, that explains why she hasn’t asked about the honorable discharge. She doesn’t know.

I don’t know if I’m supposed to feel relieved or offended. Relieved because it means I don’t have to talk about what happened, or offended because I know almost every little detail about her by now and she doesn’t even know where I worked before agreeing to this position.

For instance, I know that she’s an excellent chess player, she hates Salmon, she takes her coffee black, she doesn’t like tequila, and she’s not one to shy away from a glazed donut every now and then.

“I only really know your name,” Lena continues with a hint of regret in her voice, “which is a shame because you’ve proven yourself to be competent and discreet.”

The corner’s of my lips twitch involuntarily at that last part because I know she’s referring to the time last week I walked in on her doing a dorky victory dance when she managed to solve an equation on her whiteboard.

She’d gone pale when she realized I was there, but I just acknowledged her with a nod and set down the coffee she’d asked for before leaving the office again, not losing a word to anyone about what I’d witnessed.

“Well, alright then,” I say, the tension melting away. “Ask away.”

Lena perks up and clasps her hands together in her lap. “When’s your birthday?”

“November 12, 1990,” I reply easily. “Almost three years older than you.”

“You know my birthday?”

I shrug. “It was in Sam’s briefing on you.”

Lena looks surprised and slightly alarmed. “What else did she tell you?”

“Not much,” I admit with a small smile. “Just the basics like your birthday, where you went to school, and your favorite restaurants.”

Lena visibly relaxes and gets right back to questioning me. “Good, so what did you do before accepting this position? Sam briefly mentioned you were in the Army, but that’s about it.”

There it is. I don’t want to get into this too much, so I recite the answers I’ve been practicing ever since it occurred to me that she would want to know why I’m no longer serving. “I was, yes, but before Sam approached me about this job I was living off some savings and a the little money I made teaching self-defense classes.”

Savings… more like separation pay that followed my honorable discharge.

It’s so ironic that it’s called an honorable discharge when I feel like I was anything but that in the moment it counted the most.

“Really, that sounds interesting,” Lena says, bringing me back to reality. I’m glad she doesn’t ask any follow up questions, but then she continues and my stomach drops. “And what about siblings? A sister maybe? Or a brother? I’m sure you know all about my brother.”

She laughs self-deprecatingly, not realizing I’ve frozen in my seat.

“No. No siblings,” I croak which seems to get her attention. Her brows furrow in concern and she opens her mouth to say something, but in that moment Jess returns with a black shirt in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.

I jump to my feet, glad about the interruption and take the shirt from Jess. “Thanks, Jess.”

“No worries,” she chimes, obviously not picking up on the vibe in the room. “Here you go, Ms. Luthor. Two French Toasts and a Pain au chocolat.”

Lena gets off the couch as well and takes the paper bag and it’s only then that I notice the sweet smell it’s emitting.

“I’m gonna go change.” I hold up the shirt for reference and don’t indulge Lena when she sends me a pitiful look. Of course she knows that something is up after the way I just reacted to her question.

I leave quickly and find a bathroom to change in. My shirt is no longer soaked in sweat, but I know it will start smelling over the course of the day, so I change into the new shirt.

It’s a bit small around my shoulders and strains around my arms but it’ll have to do. I exit the stall and splash some water on my face by the sink.

When I look up and meet my own eyes in the mirror I scoff.

Coward.

The white L-Corp logo over my chest reminds me where I am and I banish any thoughts of Noah from my mind. I grab a paper towel and wipe my face before practicing an unbothered smile in the mirror.

After a couple of tries I manage one that even convinces myself and return to Lena’s office.

She’s taken the food out of the paper bag and placed it on some napkins on the coffee table. She’s also managed to organize some coffee which is steaming in two mugs next to the food.

“So, French toast, huh?” I say lightheartedly which causes Lena’s head to snap up.

She eyes me curiously for a second (her eyes momentarily darting to where the shirt is cutting into my biceps) but when she can’t find any traces of my emotional turmoil she takes a seat on the couch and reaches for her coffee.

“Yes, it’s from my favorite breakfast place down the block. I hope you like it.” She sounds just the tiniest bit self conscious which makes me melt a little on the inside, so I take a seat next to her and pick up one of the sugary treats.

I take a bite and hum in delight. “This is great!” I take another bite before swallowing the first and groan. “Wow. I can’t remember the last time I ate something like this.”

When I look up Lena’s watching me over the rim of her mug, hiding a satisfied smile. The awkwardness and tension from ealier has vanished completely and for the first time I think I catch a glimpse of the friend Sam has described Lena to be.

She is a cutthroat business woman, yes, but it seems underneath the tough exterior she’s just like everyone else, proud when the food she got to pick is to someone’s liking.

I take another bite, and another, and another until the French toast is gone and the only traces of its previous existence are the powdered sugar on my hands and the maple syrup around my lips.

I wipe my hands on a spare napkin and take a sip of coffee before getting rid of the maple syrup with the same napkin.

Lena’s only on her second bite when I look her way, but I honestly couldn’t care less about how I just inhaled that treat. I was starving and like I said, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten something as good as this.

“So,” Lena starts, gracefully setting down her half-eaten toast, “How’d you meet Sam?”

I laugh and sit back, trying not to eye the Pain au chocolat too obviously. “We grew up together. She was living down the block and when her mom kicked her out when she got pregnant we took her in.”

Lena’s eyes widen. “Really? She never told me about that.“ She ponders over the new information for a moment while my eyes dart back and forth between her and the Pain au chocolat. “So that’s why she’s so protective of you.”

I don’t know what exactly she referring to, but I know what she’s talking about. Sam’s always been like that, defending me whenever she deemed it necessary while I’ve always been there for her and Ruby.

“I guess,” I say with a chuckle. “She’s like a sister to me.”

Lena smiles at that, her eyes twinkling with something I can’t quite place as she leans forward to pick up her toast again. “I can see that,” she says, taking a bite. When my eyes drop to the Pain au chocolat once again she notices and smirks.

“Go ahead,” she mumbles around her mouthful of food, gesturing at the pastry with a jut of her chin. “Take it.”

I beam and reach for it, ready to devour it in a few large bites, but then I think better of it. I pick it up and rip it in half as best as I can, taking one half while putting the other back on the napkin and sliding it in front of Lena.

“There, now it’s fair.”

Lena’s eyes widen slightly and she swallows thickly before taking a big sip of coffee to hide tinge of red that’s made its way to her cheeks.

Maybe this year won’t be so bad after all.

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Welp. This story is shaping up to be longer than anticipated…

#fluff #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #dc universe #dcu #supergirl #cw supergirl #imagine #x reader

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♕ No Matter What | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: After an honorable discharge, you feel lost, not knowing what to do with the rest of your life. That is until your best friend Sam Arias takes matters into her own hands.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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“Sam, I really don’t think this is a good idea,” I hiss as the elevator doors slide shut behind us.

The security guard we just passed in the lobby was eyeing me the entire time while Sam explained our business to the woman behind the reception.

She seemed to recognize the brunette, which was somewhat of a relief because the next time her eyes met mine she smiled politely.

The security guard’s stare however did not waver and it made my skin crawl.

Yes, he’s supposed to be intimidating and scrutinizing, it’s what he’s payed for after all, working for National City’s most infamous tech-billionaire, but it didn’t soothe the nervousness bubbling in my stomach.

“It’s a little late for that now,” Sam deadpans, raising an eyebrow. “You know, with you having already signed the contract and all…”

I roll my eyes at her theatrics and shove her gently. “God, you’re the worst.“

Yes, I did sign a contract, but it doesn’t change the fact that the person I’m supposed to be a bodyguard for has expressed her doubt concerning the necessity of my presence time and time again until Sam finally got through to her.

She also very much has the power to destroy my life and possible future careers if she doesn’t like me or my performance, which isn’t something I’m particularly excited about.

I clench and unclench my fists, the feeling of cold sweat running down my back doing nothing to soothe me.

Pull yourself together!

I haven’t been this nervous in a long time. The last time was over a year ago before everything went wrong.

“Hey.” Sam’s soft voice brings me back to reality and when I meet her eyes I find her watching me with genuine concern. “You’re perfect for the job, stop worrying about it and Lena is—“ she laughs softly—“Well, she’s Lena.”

I scoff. “Wow, okay. That is not helpful. . . at all.”

Sam giggles and before long the elevator stops its ascent and opens its doors, revealing a polished white hallway.

We get out and I follow Sam to a sleek wooden door.

This is it.

“Lena?” Sam knocks, but it’s more of a courtesy than anything else because she pulls out a key card the next second and swipes it through the reader next to the door. It beeps quietly, a green light flashing for a moment before the door clicks open.

“Lena?” Sam tries again, stepping into the apartment. I follow her cautiously and look around, taking in the open floor plan.

The white leather couches are elegant and tasteful, the glass coffee table between them reflecting the morning sun shining through the floor to ceiling windows.

There’s a fireplace which doesn’t look used and a couple of expensive looking paintings on the walls.

“Sam! You’re early,” a voice greets us and when I follow Sam around the corner my eyes land on her.

Lena Luthor.

She’s in her kitchen, which is also part of the open floor plan, standing behind the island and making tea.

Tea? I pegged her as a coffee person, what with all her early morning meetings and late night conferences.

Now slightly curious, I take a step closer and look her over.

She’s nothing like I expected. She’s wearing makeup, yes, and her hair is in a sleek ponytail which screams business, but her simple purple sweater and bluejeans make her look. . . soft.

“You must be Y/N.”

I snap to attention, hoping to God I wasn’t caught staring.

“Yes! Yes, that’s me,” I blurt out. “Nice to meet you Ms. Luthor.”

The young Luthor eyes me skeptically and simply raises an eyebrow when I step forward and raise my hand from her to shake.

I gulp and send Sam a helpless look.

“Lena, we talked about this,” she warns her friend with a pointed glare. “Play nice.”

The billionaire relents and takes my hand, shaking it once before letting go. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

Sam clears her throat which prompts the other woman to add, “And you can call me Lena.”

I laugh uncomfortably and waver her off. “Oh, no, that’s not necessary, Ms. Luthor.“

Sam and Lena both seem surprised by the refusal but neither of them linger on it.

“Alright then,” Lena says, taking a sip of her tea before turning to Sam. “I’ll see you at the office?”

“Yeah,” the brunette affirms. “Lunch?”

Lena smiles. “Sounds good.”

They share a quick hug and I catch a glimpse of Sam whispering something in Lena’s ear which makes the latter roll her eyes playfully.

“I mean it,” Sam warns as they break apart, though there’s a glint of amusement in her eyes.

Lena huffs and takes another sip of her tea, watching over the rim of the cup as Sam squeezes my forearm.

“Good luck,” she mumbles. “Try and have some fun.“

Ha! Fun. . . I bet that word isn’t even in Lena’s vocabulary.

I don’t voice my thoughts, simply bidding Sam goodbye when she squeezes my arm again and before long she’s gone, leaving me alone under the predatory gaze of my new boss.

Shifting uncomfortably in my spot, I look around the apartment once again while Lena finishes her tea.

Yeah, this was not a good idea.

I should have stuck to living off my separation pay and the little money I make teaching self defense classes.

It’s too late to back out now, I remind myself. The only thing making all of this bearable at the moment is the knowledge that my contract runs out in a year.

“Just take a seat, will you,” Lena says, the exasperation in her voice making my insides clench uncomfortably.

I get it, she doesn’t want me here and quite frankly I don’t want to be here either, but Sam was right when she came to me last week.

“You can’t keep waisting away in your apartment,” she’d said. “You need a distraction, and I’ve got the perfect job for you.”

Let’s just see where this goes, I think before moving to take a seat on the stool by the kitchen island.

Lena seems satisfied that I listened and places her empty mug in the kitchen sink.

“We’re leaving for the office in half an hour. You can stay here while I get ready,“ she informs me, checking her phone.

Then, without another word she turns and disappears into what I’m assuming is her bedroom.

It’s going to be a long year…

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I know this one’s rather short, but it’s just to get the story going.

#lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #dc universe #dcu #supergirl #bodyguard #sam arias

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DC — Masterlist

⚯ Clark Kent ⚯

⪧ What Could Have Been

⪧ The Kent Boy

✐ Kara Danvers ✎

⪧ Only Human

♕ Lena Luthor ♕

⪧ At Last

⊱Oliver Queen⊰

⪧ Drawing Stars around your Scars

#dc comics #dcu #dc universe #the arrow #the green arrow #oliver queen #oliver queen x reader #kal el #clark kent #clark kent x reader #superman x reader #superman #lena luthor #lena luthor x reader #kara zor el #kara danvers #kara danvers x reader #supergirl #supergirl x reader

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➶A big misunderstanding - Part 2 | Kate Bishop➴

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader

Warnings: minor injuries

Summary: Following your realization, you go to find Kate to talk about your feelings…

Part 1

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“F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” I say, “Please notify me as soon as Clint and Kate return from their mission.”

The A.I. acknowledges my request and I get to work at my desk, attempting to shrink the ever growing stack of mission reports.

The hours tick by without my notice and the next thing I know, I’m slumped over the desk, my cheek pressing into the keyboard of my laptop.

I snap up and rub my sore cheek, groaning at the sight of the document on my laptop. It’s now filled with random letters and symbols and I know it’ll take ages to delete all the gibberish.

“Y/N?”

I yelp at F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s disembodied voice, realizing that it was the A.I. that woke me from my semi-comfortable sleep.

“Yes?” I ask, my voice gruff from not using it.

“Mr. Barton and Ms. Bishop have returned.”

I check my watch and get to my feet. It’s four in the morning, three days after they left, so the mission must have taken longer than anticipated.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” I say, leaving my room in search of Kate. I know now might not be the best time to bring up my feelings, but if I don’t do it as soon as possible, I think I might actually explode.

The reports were a good distraction over the past couple days after my talk with Wanda, but now that Kate’s back I need to go find her.

I search the kitchen first, figuring she might be hungry after missing dinner but she’s not there.

Next I go to the locker rooms, but she isn’t there either, so she must already be in her room.

I walk there with trembling hands, not exactly sure how I’m going to initiate the conversation. Do I ask her about her feelings? Do I just straight up tell her about mine? Should I ask about the mission first?

When I get to her door, I notice it’s slightly ajar, allowing me a glimpse inside. She’s standing in front of the full length mirror mounted to the wall opposite her bed.

She’s dressed in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie and her hair is still damp from the shower she must have taken.

“Come onnn!” she grumbles, fumbling with something sticking to her finger.

I narrow my eyes and carefully push the door open to get a better look; it a butterfly closure strip.

Whenever she tries to unstick it from one of her fingers, it immediately sticks to another and with each passing second her frustration grows.

Her shoulders are tense and her nostrils are flared, but I don’t make my presence known until the strip folds in on itself, rendering it useless.

“Hey,” I say quietly, knocking on the doorframe.

Kate’s head snaps up and her eyes widen in surprise. “Y-Y/N… What are you doing? Why are you still up?”

All of my earlier worries fly out the window when I notice the cut on her temple and I move forward without thinking.

“Here, let me,” I say, grabbing a new butterfly strip from the opened package.

Kate watches, dumbfounded, and gulps when I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, away from the cut. It’s not particularly deep, but it will scar if it’s not taken care of properly.

“Didn’t anyone show you how to do this?” I ask with no hint of annoyance in my voice, getting to work on cleaning the wound with a sterile wipe which happened to lay beneath the butterfly strips on the dresser next to the mirror.

“Clint did… once,” Kate admits, looking up at me through her eyelashes while I work. I’m a little taller than her, which is something I only now realized because we’ve never actually stood this close to each other before. “But I forgot and I’ve been embarrassed to ask for help ever since.”

A wave of sympathy rushes over me and I pause for a moment to look her in the eyes and smile reassuringly. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed. It’s better to ask for help than to suffer in silence,” I say without realizing how deep that sounded until it’s already too late.

Kate snorts softly and lets me continue working. It’s oddly intimate, however I can’t say I mind. It makes me feel weirdly fuzzy, knowing I can help her and that she’s, for once, not trying to run away from me.

Every once in a while she winces while I clean her cut and some smaller scrapes, but she doesn’t tell me to stop, so I keep going until everything’s been cleaned and the cut has been successfully closed.

“There you go,” I mumbled, tilting her chin to the side to get a better look at my work. “Much better.”

My eyes drift over her injuries and I’m quite satisfied with my work until I get distracted by her eyes. Those damn blue, captivating eyes.

She’s watching me intently and when I don’t make a move to create more space between us, she lets out a shaky breath.

“You haven’t answered my question yet,” she whispers, and I’m so lost in her that it takes a second for my brain to process what she just said.

“What question?” I ask, distracted by the way her eyes dart from my eyes to my lips and back.

“Why are you still up?” She breathes into the small space that is left between us.

“I—“

I waited for days for you to come home so I can ask you on a date? No…

I stayed up because I can’t stop thinking about you and just had to tell you how I feel? No!

I had to tell you I love you? No! What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N?! It’s way too early for that!

I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence when I’m suddenly pulled down by a hand grabbing the back of my neck, a pair of soft lips landing on my own.

I gasp in surprise but quickly sink into the feeling, my hands finding their way to Kate’s hips.

The kiss is short because Kate pulls back a second later to tease. “You think too much.”

I laugh in her face and brush my nose against hers. “You’re one to talk, Ms. smacks-me-in-the-face-with-a-spatula, Ms. knocks-over-a-bunch-of-bows-at-the-sight-of-my-abs, Ms—“

Kate groans and clamps her free hand over my mouth. “Alright, alright! You’ve made your point.”

I smirk and lick her hand on a whim, causing her to shriek and wipe her palm on my shoulder. “Ew! Don’t do that!”

“What do you mean, ew?! You were just kissing me!” I exclaim in mock offense, pulling her closer by her hips.

Kate huffs and tries to act annoyed, but grins eventually when she counter-argues. “That’s different!”

I wiggle my eyebrows playfully and nose forward so my lips are brushing over hers. “Is that so?”

Kate’s eyes flutter shut and her grip on the back of my neck tightens when she hums an affirmative. Then her lips are back on mine, but this time, the kiss deepens and before long we’re stumbling across the room until we fall onto her bed.

It’s anything but elegant and in the end her teeth clash against mine and we have to break apart to laugh.

“Sorry,” she chuckles, wiggling around on top of me.

I just smile at her and cup her cheek with one hand, the other still resting on her hip. “It’s okay.”

We stay like that for several moments, watching each other as our heart rates return back to normal. It’s peaceful and quiet, and one of the best moments of my life.

That is until a badly suppressed yawn overcomes Kate, reminding me of how late it is.

“You should get some rest.” I whisper, guiding her off me so I can get up and drape the comforter over her. “You must be exhausted.”

She doesn’t protest, so I quickly tuck her in and turn off the lights until the only source of light that is left is the tiny nightlight in the corner of the room.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” I say, bending down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead.

Kate’s nods and cups my cheeks, keeping me close so she can peck my lips softly. “Before you go…” she says, her thumb tracing over my bottom lip. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

Her eyes search mine in the dim light before she whispers, “Will you go on a date with me?”

I laugh quietly and turn my head to kiss the inside of her wrist. “I’d love to.”

“Good…” She blinks tiredly, obviously on the brink of falling asleep.

I take her hands off my face and squeeze them carefully. “Good night.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

I stay with her until I’m sure she’s drifted off before slipping out of the room, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible.

A smile creeps its way onto my face as I tiptoe back to my own room, and it stays there all the way until I fall asleep in my own bed.

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I hope this does the first part justice…

#kate x reader #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #the avengers #fluff #imagine #oneshot #marvel #mcu

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➶A big misunderstanding | Kate Bishop➴

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Since she joined the team, you can’t help but notice how weird Kate acts whenever you’re around…

Part 2

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Walking into the kitchen, I smile at the smell of pancakes that greets me.

“Good morning,” I say cheerfully as I round the corner.

I’m greeted by Sam, Bucky, Natasha and Kate. They’re all standing around the stove where Kate is flipping pancakes.

“Morning,” Bucky greets softly before turning back to the pancakes.

Sam and Nat send me smiles before also turning back to the stove. It’s like they’re dogs, drooling over a bone.

I chuckle softly and approach them, looking over Kate’s shoulder to appreciate the pancakes that are currently cooking in the pan.

“Smells great,” I compliment with an exaggerated inhale which is apparently the wrong thing to do because Kate shrieks in surprise and throws her arms up.

It results in her smacking the spatula into my face and I stumble back with a groan, covering my eye with one hand.

“Jesus!” I exclaim. I slap Sam’s shoulder to get him to stop laughing and send Nat and Bucky a glare to get them to stop smirking.

Kate spins around with wide eyes and lifts her arms as if to touch me before dropping them again. “Oh my God, Y/N! I’m s-so sorry… I didn’t mean to— I swear, I didn’t even realize you came in, I just—“

I raise a hand, effectively cutting her off mid-ramble. “It’s okay, Kate.”

I wince and lower my hand slowly, blinking to test if my eye still hurts. It does but it’s now no more than a dull ache rather than the stabbing pain it was when she actually hit me.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Kate reiterates, her face scrunched up in guilt. She eyes me a moment longer before snapping out of whatever trance she was in and pulls and bag of frozen peas out of the freezer. “Here, take this.”

I laugh softly and take it from her, pressing it against my eye. “Thank you. It wasn’t entirely necessary, but thank you.”

Kate smiles nervously and goes to say something else when Bucky suddenly yelps behind her. “The pancakes!”

I look past Kate to see smoke rising from the pan. Sam and Nat watch in amusement as Kate scrambles to salvage the goods, but in the end she hast to throw out the batch and pour new dough into the pan– Much to Bucky’s dismay.

It’s not long after that the rest of the team comes sauntering into the kitchen. The small table gets set, rather than the big one in the dining room, and everyone starts loading their plates with pancakes and fresh fruit.

“These are great, Kate,” Steve compliments after swallowing his first bite.

The rest of the team murmurs their agreement around mouthfuls of food. Kate smiles bashfully and takes a sip of orange juice.

Cute…

“Yeah, they’re great,” I add with an approving nod which makes Kate’s eyes widen. She almost chokes on her orange juice and I frown, not having anticipated such a reaction.

“You good, kid?” Tony asks, his eyes twinkling mirthfully.

Kate’s eyes dart around the table, widening when they land on me before quickly snapping back to her plate. “Fine… Totally fine,” she chokes out.

I go to say something else, apologize maybe (for what I’m not exactly sure) but then she abruptly stands up and excuses herself from the table.

When she’s gone everyone looks puzzled. Well, almost everyone. Everyone except Nat who smirks at me with a knowing glint in her eyes.

I raise my brows in question, but her smile just widens and she turns back to Bruce to continue their conversation.

The rest of the table also resumes their usual morning chatter which leaves me in stunned silence.

What was all that about?

A week after the spatula incident in the kitchen, Steve stops me in the hallway. I just got back from the gym and am all sweaty and gross, so I only reluctantly agree when he passes me a comms device and asks me to bring it to Kate.

“Hers broke on the last mission,” he explains, “and Tony wants her to have it before we move out later.”

I sigh and make my way to the archery range where I know she is with Clint this time of day. We haven’t seen much of each as of recently and I’m starting to get the feeling it’s because she’s been avoiding me.

I enter quietly and wait for Clint to finish explaining something before approaching. “Hey guys.”

Clint nods and raises a hand in greeting. Kate’s eyes find mine for a second before they drop to roam over my exposed arms and shoulders. Her jaw slackens and I scratch my neck uncomfortably, not being used to this type of scrutiny.

I should have shower and changed before coming here, I think.

Clint watches the two of us with growing amusement before clearing his throat pointedly. “Y/N, what brings you by?”

Kate snaps out of her stare and looks around for a distraction. Her eyes land on the bow rack next to the arrow stand and she moves to put her bow away.

“Steve sent me,” I explain, raising the comms device. “Bruce managed to fix it.”

Clint clicks his tongue. “Right, yes. Tony mentioned it would be ready before we move out.”

I hand him the device before lifting the bottom of my shirt to wipe some sweat off my forehead.

Christ, I’m sweating like a pig…

In that moment there’s a loud crash and my head whips around to find Kate scrambling near the wall, trying to pick up all the bows she must have just knocked over.

I rush over to help her, but she winces when I crouch down next to her. “I’ve got it,” she snaps, her eyes trained on her shaking hands.

I gulp and freeze for a second. “Kate, let me help—“

“No,” she cuts in, snatching a bow from my hands and whispering another, “No.”

I’m just trying to help. Why is she being like this? The rejection that spreads through me is like a punch to the stomach. So she has been avoiding me. Why else would she be acting like this?

Did I do something wrong? I think about all our interactions since she joined the team, but I can’t come up with even a single instance where I might have done her wrong, or pissed her off.

I watch Kate for a second longer, hastily picking up the bows, before getting up. “Fine,” I mumble dejectedly. “Good luck tonight,” I add, referring to her upcoming mission with Clint.

She doesn’t look up or reply, so I back away with a frown.

Clint’s expression mirrors my own when I turn his way and he shrugs when I send him a questioning look.

I sigh and leave with a timid wave, not sparing another glance at Kate.

“Wanda?” I knock on the redhead’s door, waiting for a response. “Can I come in?”

Red wisps appear around the doorknob and the door opens.

I step inside to find Wanda at her desk with her back turned toward me. “Just a second, Y/N,” she says softly, typing away at her computer for a moment longer before turning around with a small smile.

“What can I help you with?” she asks as I close the door behind me.

I sit at the edge of her bed and fidget with my fingers. “You’re a pretty good judge of character, right?”

“I guess so… Why?” she says slowly.

I let out a shaky breath and look up to find her watching me curiously. “Do you think I’m a bad person?” I inquire.

There’s a beat of silence before Wanda gets up and sits next to me on the bed. She’s always been like a sister to me, so I trust her when she rushes to say, “What? No, of course not!”

I chuckle sadly and bite the inside of my cheek.

“Why would you think that?” Wanda pushes, her hand landing on my shoulder.

“I—“ I pause and think of how to phrase what I’m about to say next before delving into everything that has transpired between Kate and I.

It’s a lot and by the end of it I realized how much all of it has been getting to me. I’ve always thought of myself as a forthcoming, friendly person, but Kate’s blatant rejection of my company or care has me doubting all of it.

What’s surprising is that once I’m done talking, there’s a moment of silence before Wanda starts laughing next to me.

I scoff and eye her incredulously. “Hey! What’s so funny? I pour my heart out to you and you laugh?!”

Wanda tries to stifle her laughter by pressing her hand to her lips, but it does nothing to hide the mirth in her eyes.

“Hey!” I exclaim again, getting up, but Wanda grabs my arm and pulls me back down next to her.

“Wait,” she says around a huff of amusement. “I’m not laughing about your pouring your heart out. I’m laughing because you’ve got it all wrong.”

My annoyance quickly turns into curiosity. “Huh?”

Wanda shuffles closer and fixes the rumpled collar of my shirt. She’s such a mom…

“You’re not a bad person, by any stretch, Y/N/N,” she explains, her voice soothing. “And Kate’s not avoiding you because she hates you.” She emphasizes the hate part because those are the exact words I used to describe my relationship with Kate. I open my mouth to object, but Wanda is quicker, adding, “Quite the opposite actually.”

I stare at her, not knowing what to say until a disbelieving laugh bubbles out of me. “What are you talking about, Wanda? Kate doesn’t like me!”

Wanda raises an eyebrow and watches me expectantly as I continue to laugh.

“No! She can’t— She doesn’t—!” I stop myself abruptly when it dawns on me. Maybe what Wanda is insinuating isn’t that far fetched… It would certainly explain why Kate, a usually composed and precise person, turns into a fumbling, stuttering mess every time I’m around.

It would also explain her abrupt departures every time she knocks into me, or drops something around me. She’s not avoiding me because she doesn’t like me, she’s avoiding me because she’s embarrassed.

“Oh my God, Kate likes me,” I whisper and it’s as if Wanda’s words have lifted the fog in my mind that appears every time I think of the young archer.

I can see clearly now how she wasn’t judging me for being sweaty and gross at the range earlier. She was checking me out.

And when she knocked all the bows off the bow rack… It’s because I pulled my shirt up.

I turn to see Wanda beaming at me and as if the realization of Kate’s feelings toward me wasn’t enough already, I suddenly know why it’s hurt me so much that she’s been avoiding me.

She’s funny, and kind, and can be such a dork sometimes, it’s adorable…

Oh shit!

My ears heat up and I quickly look away when Wanda raises an eyebrow. “It is adorable,” she affirms with a smirk and I nod until it registers what she just said.

I freeze, horrified, and stare at her wide-eyed. “Did y-you just read my mind?”

Wanda laughs and raises her hands defensively. “I can’t help it if your thoughts are so loud!”

I groan and jump to my feet. “Wandaaaa!”

Wanda gets up too and grimaces apologetically. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I swear.”

I take a deep breath and rub my eyes with the heels of my hands. “Just— You can’t tell anyone about this. Not a single soul, you hear me?”

Wanda grabs my wrists and pulls my hands off my face. “I wouldn’t dare,” she says sincerely before adding, “You’d make a cute couple though.”

“Aargh!” I shove her aside and make my way to the door. I’m pretty sure by now my whole face and neck is as flushed as my ears.

Wanda cackles unapologetically and I roll my eyes, leaving her room without looking back.

Well shit, what do I do now?

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#marvel #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #the avengers #fluff #kate x reader

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ⴵ Mac and Cheese | Yelena Belova ⴵ

Pairing: Yelena Belova x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: After a brutal mission, Yelena lets you take care of her…

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“Ha! Suck it, Y/N,” Peter exclaims, slamming the Draw 4 card onto the table.

“Watch it, kid,” I warn playfully, which makes him cackle.

Wanda chuckles next to me and gives Peter a high five.

“And you,” I say, turning to her and pointing an accusing finger at her chest, “Don’t encourage him!”

“Oh, shush! Now draw your cards,” she counters with a smirk.

I roll my eyes and grumble my disapproval, leaning forward in my seat to draw my cards, when F.R.I.D.A.Y. announces the return of the rest of the team.

“Nooo!” Peter whines when I jump out of my seat. “You can’t leave now.”

I throw the rest of my cards on the table, and send him an evil smile. “I can, and I will, little one.”

Wanda laughs and sets her cards down as well. “It’s over, Peter. Better luck next time,” she says.

Peter groans and reluctantly collects all the cards, putting them back where they belong before joining Wanda and me.

We make our way outside onto the lawn just as the Quinjet touches down.

It takes a second longer for the engine to shut off and the back door to drop, revealing the team.

They look tired and beat, but at least they’re all safe and home now. Wanda goes to greet Vision with a quick kiss and Peter moves to embrace Tony in a hug.

I smile at the reunion, even though it’s only been two days since they left. Then, my eyes sweep over the rest of the team until they land on the person I’m looking for.

She’s one of the last ones to step off the jet. Her shoulders are slumped and she’s dragging her feet tiredly, but when her eyes meet mine, she perks up slightly.

“Hey,” I say softly as she approaches. “Tired, my love?”

Yelena exhales shakily and collapses into me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and her face landing in the crook of my neck. “Yes,” she mumbles.

Poor baby…

I return the embrace, squeezing her waist for a second before pulling back slightly to brush a strand of hair out of her face. “How about a hot bath and some dinner before bed?”

Yelena leans into the touch and nods with her eyes close.

“Alright, let’s go.” I press a kiss to her forehead and lead her inside after the rest of the team.

From time to time they eye us with guarded curiosity, and at first I’m not sure why but then I realize they’ve never seen Yelena this openly affection before.

She’s leaning into me as we’re walking, my arm over her shoulder and hers around my waist, gripping my shirt weakly.

She’s usually not a fan of PDA, but when she’s tired she’s apparently not as opposed to it.

“Nighty night, everybody,” I say when we get to the door of my room.

A chorus of “good night” sounds through the hallway and before long, Yelena and I are alone.

I take her to the en-suite bathroom and guider her to sit on the closed toilet, moving away to get her bath started.

“Have you had anything to eat today?” I ask worriedly when her stomach grumbles a few moments later.

I turn to see her leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. “No,” she whispers.

I frown and sprinkle the rest of my epsom salt into the water before approaching her. I kneel in front of the toilet and take her hands into mine. “Are you okay?”

It’s not normal for her to be this quiet, not even when she’s tired.

She blinks her eyes open and I’m surprised to find them bloodshot and a little watery. “I don’t know,” she croaks, her bottom lip trembling.

I straighten up, alarmed, and taker her face in my hands. “Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head and blinks slowly, a tear tracking down her cheeks which I’m quick to wipe away with the pad of my thumb. “I’m just so exhausted, and today has been awful—I don’t know…”

I hum softly and run my thumb over her cheek a couple more times before getting up to shut off the water.

Then I turn back to Yelena and hold out my hands for her to take. I pull her to her feet and press a kiss to her forehead. “It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you.”

She blinks at me, looking more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen her, and whispers, “I love you.”

I smile softly and raise her hands to my mouth, kissing each palm. “I love you, too. So, so much.”

She cracks the tiniest of smiles and pulls me in for a short kiss. I sink into it, loving how I still get goosebumps every time we kiss even though we’ve been together for a couple of years now.

When we break apart she sighs and rests her forehead against mine while I get to work on stripping her out of her suit. She assists every once in a while, but in the end I do most of the work. I don’t mind it. Not at all, especially because it demonstrates just how much she trusts me and I can’t help but feel a rush of affection for her.

“Alright, in you go,” I say softly once the suit and the rest of her clothes have been discarded. I lead her to the bathtub and help her sink into the water.

“Thank you,” she says, not letting go of my hand just yet. “For taking care of me.”

I squeeze her hand and run my thumb over her knuckles. “Always…”

She squeezes back and closes her eyes, sinking deeper into the water until the bottom part of her chin is submerged. I stay with her for a couple more seconds to make sure she’s fine before kissing her forehead one more time and leaving the bathroom to find something for her to eat.

When I get to the kitchen, I find Nat and Clint talking over a giant pot of Mac and Cheese.

They look up when they notice me and greet me with soft smiles.

“How’s Yelena?” Clint asks, putting his fork down to reach for his glass of water.

“Not so good,” I admit as I go to grab a bowl and a fork.

Nat’s brows furrow and she pushed the pot over to me so I can grab a serving of the cheesy goodness. “How come? I know she was quiet on the plane, but when I asked her about it she blew me off and told me she was just tired.”

I press my lips into a thin line and take a deep breath. “She‘s having a bad day, I think. At least that’s what she told me,“ I reply.

Nat hums in understanding and squeezes my shoulder. “Good thing she’s got you then.”

I smile a little bashful and excuse myself, wishing them a good night before taking the bowl of food and heading back to my room.

When I get there, Yelena’s already curled up under the covers of the bed. The soft glow of the lamp on the bedside table illuminates the room just enough for me to make out the frown on her face.

I sit down on the bed next to her and place a hand on her hip which makes her open her eyes.

“Here, I brought you something,” I say, waving the bowl in front of her.

She sits up ties her hair into a loose ponytail. “What is it?” she asks, her voice raspy.

I smirk and hand her the bowl and the fork. “Your favorite.”

She sends me a small, grateful smile and takes the bowl while I get under the covers next to her. She eats in silence, leaning into my side and offering me a bite or two every now and then.

“Thank you,” she says once she’s done, placing the bowl onto the nightstand. She turns off the light and shuffles down on the bed, pulling me with her until her head is on my chest and her leg is thrown over my hips under the covers.

It’s only then that I realize she’s wearing my high school hockey sweatshirt and I can’t help but smile at the sight.

I run my hand over her back and slip it beneath the fabric and begin drawing soft circles onto her warm skin.

“That feels nice,” she whispers, nosing forward to press a kiss to my throat.

I hum and continue scratching her back. In moments like these it’s hard to forget that she’s a trained assassin.

“Could we maybe stay in tomorrow and watch a movie or something?” she asks, slipping her hand under my shirt so it rests on my stomach.

I chuckle softly. “Of course. Anything you want, my love.”

It’s not long after that that her breathing evens out and slows down, indicating she’s fallen asleep.

I sight, relieved she’s home and unharmed, and close my eyes, ready to drift off as well.

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#fluff #marvel #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #white widow #the avengers #oneshot #imagine #yelena x reader

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⌁ Oops… | Thor Odinson ⌁

Pairing: Thor Odinson x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: On more than one occasion, Thor forgets how strong he actually is…

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I flop down onto my bed, my face hitting the pillows with a soft thump.

Today’s been awful. The mission didn’t go as planned and the Hydra agents we were trying to capture in order to get intel on one of their secret bases got away, managing to bruise some of the team, including Sam, Peter, Steve and yours truly.

The back of my shoulder is killing me where one of the agents landed a couple harsh blows, and my left eye throbs painfully.

Dr. Cho treated me and gave me some painkillers as soon as the Quinjet touched down on the lawn outside the compound, but they have yet to start working.

I’m still dressed in my suit from the mission and am in desperate need of a shower, but I can’t bring myself to get up. The events of the day keep replaying in my head and I can’t help but wonder if things had turned out differently had I realized earlier that we were running into a trap, or if I had just fought harder.

I shuffle on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable position when heavy footsteps approach my door.

“Y/N, are you in there?” The panicked gruff voice is followed by a frantic knock.

I sit up, my head pounding uncomfortably, and mumble a, “Yes.”

The door swings open and I look up to find Thor standing there, dressed in a pair of casual jeans and a white t-shirt. The sight makes me relax instantly, but when his eyes stay trained on the door handle instead of meeting my own, I frown a little.

That is until I follow his line of sight. His hand is clasped around the door handle which is no longer attached to the door. He peels his fingers open to reveal the finger-shaped dents in the metal.

His attention snaps to me and I can’t help but smile softly at the worried look in his eyes. “I— I heard what happened on the mission… I came as fast as I could— Nat said you were injured— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break your door. I just can’t help it sometimes— I’m really sorry—“

I get up with a grunt and take the broken handle from his hand, throwing it on the bed before slinging my arms around him. “It’s fine.”

Thor seems a little hesitant to reciprocate the gesture, afraid his strength will crush me the same way it did the door handle, but when I hug him tighter and bury my nose in his neck, he relents and hugs me back.

“What did Dr. Cho say? How—how are you feeling? Is there anything I can do? I could take you to Asgard and let one of the healers check you out, or I—“

I stop his rambling by leaning back and cupping his cheeks with my hands. “It’s just a strain and a couple of bruises…”

“Are you sure?” he asks timidly. It’s almost comical how such a brute of a man (or should I say God), can be so soft and caring. It’s why I fell in love with him in the first place. Well, that and because of his undeniable charm.

“I am. I’m just tired, and I want to take a shower but my shoulder hurts,” I admit. Thor turns his head and kisses the inside of my wrist before stepping back and closing the door as best as possible.

“Let me help you. It’s the least I can do after not being by your side today,” he says, leading me to the en-suite bathroom with a somewhat guilty look on his face.

I don’t object and follow him. “It’s not your fault. Asgard needs you, too. I can’t expect you to be around all the time,” I assure as he turns on the shower to make sure it’s warm before we get in.

“I know, but still…” he trails off and I sigh, tucking a strand of blond hair behind his ear. It’s the strand that always finds a way to escape his bun, and its one of my favorite things about him because it shows that he’s not all perfect.

“I love you,” I whisper into the space between us.

Thor watches me tenderly, his eyes mirroring the adoration I’m sure is present in my own, and leans in to press a soft peck to my lips. “I love you.”

I chuckle softly and start taking off my suit while Thor gets to work on his own clothes.

The movement is uncomfortable and hurts my shoulder and my various other injuries, which leaves me sore once we step into the steaming shower.

I try to grab the shampoo, wincing when the move hurts my shoulder, and drop my arm back down.

Of course, Thor takes notice and grabs the bottle himself, gesturing for me to wet my hair while he squeezes some of the shampoo into the cupped palm of his hand.

I send him a tired smile and mumble a thank you when he gets to work on my hair.

“So, what happened today?” he asks as he starts massaging my scalp.

I close my eyes, feeling the stress of the day fall off my shoulders, and begin to recount the events of the mission.

When I get to the part of the ambush, I hear a faint pop and a whispered, “Oops…”

I slowly blink my eyes open to find Thor with a sheepish smile on his face and my crushed conditioner bottle in his hands. The conditioner is all over the shower wall and seeping through Thor’s fingers.

If it were anyone else, I’d be mad because it was a gift from Sam, but because I know Thor can’t control his strength sometimes, I just smile a reassuringly.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll replace it,” he says with guilt in his voice, trying to save as much of the wasted product as possible. “And your door handle, as well!” He adds as if in afterthought.

“I know, thank you.”

We finish our shower after I’m done recounting the mission, and get dressed in comfortable clothes before cuddling up on the bed with a sitcom playing on the TV.

I’m not scared of Thor. Never have been, never will be because I know no matter how he can’t control his powers sometimes, he wouldn’t ever hurt me, not even accidentally.

Yes, a couple of mugs, door handles and even headboard have been broken before, but he’s never hurt me and true to his word, the next day when I wake up, the door handle has been fixed and there are ten new bottles of conditioner by the foot of my bed.

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#fluff #marvel #thor x reader #thor odinson #oneshot #the avengers #thor #super powers #thor of asgard

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˚｡ Date night | Sejanus Plinth ˚｡

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Sejanus planned a date night just for you…

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“Where are you taking me?” I chuckle, tugging on Sejanus’s hand.

He stops halfway up the stairs to the roof and turns with a bright smile. “Away from Ma,” he jokes, continuing up the stairs with me in tow.

“Very funny,” I deadpan, not attempting to ask again where we’re going because I know Sejanus won’t tell.

He takes me all the way to the roof, opening the metal door to reveal a comforter, some pillows and what looks like a picnic basket on the floor.

Fairy lights are strung up around the edge of the roof, mimicking the stars above us.

“Wow,” I whisper. “This is beautiful…”

Sejanus watches me for a reaction with a shy smile. “You like it?”

I scoff playfully and step closer. “Like it? I love it.”

He hesitantly places his hands on my hips. “Yeah?”

I nod and pull him closer by the neck with a sly grin, mumbling, “Yeah,” before kissing him softly.

He sighs and melts into the kiss. The smell of his aftershave makes my heart skip a beat. It always manages to comfort me, and ever since he found out about it he makes sure to wear it when we see each other.

I pull away, making him grumble. “And I love you.”

He smiles against my lips and opens his eyes. “I love you, too.” He gestures toward the set up. “Shall we?”

I agree and we get comfortable under the sheets. I snuggle up to him, inhaling his scent before looking up at the sky, Sejanus wrapping his arms around me.

“Ma baked us some treats,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

I glance at the basket next to us, only now noticing the smell of the freshly baked goods inside. “That’s sweet.”

Sejanus chuckles and reaches over me to grab sweet scone from the basket. He takes a bite, humming in approval at the taste before holding the rest of it up to my mouth.

I sit up a bit and open my mouth, welcoming the delicious taste with a hum of my own. “They’re great,” I say, laying back down once I’ve finished chewing.

Sejanus reaches over me again to grab some caramel popcorn, tossing two or three into his mouth. “I know. They’re also your favorite,” he manages to get out around a mouthful of popcorn.

I feel my cheeks heat up slightly, even more so when he adds, “Ma said she remembered that’s why she made them.”

I sink into the comforter, glad Sejanus can’t see my face at the moment. Every time I think the Plinth’s couldn’t get anh more sweet and considerate, they prove me wrong. They don’t just remember my favorite foods and music, they also know everything about my family, how both my siblings died in the war and how hard things have been for me and my parents ever since.

Even Strabo Plinth has shown time and time again that I can rely on him, whether it’s delivering a message to Sejanus or taking me home from the Academy when my parents are too busy. He’s not a man of many words, but his actions speak for his heart.

“She’s very kind,” I say quietly.

Sejanus wipes the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together. “She loves you a lot,” he says, making me hide my face even deeper in the comforter.

“Stop, you’re making my insides go all mushy,” I admit with a shy laugh.

Sejanus chuckles and squeezes my hand, making me look up at him. He’s looking at me with his loving eyes, stroking my cheek with his unoccupied hand. “That’s my job,” he says. He leans down and pecks my lips. “Now look up, the forecast said tonight’s the best night of the year for stargazing.”

I smile and peck his lips again, letting my lips linger on his sweet ones for a moment before pulling back and settling in next to him, looking up at the night sky.

The forecast was right. Tonight is perfect for stargazing. The sky is clear and dark, and the stars are twinkling brightly.

“Thank you,” I say after a long time.

Sejanus turns his head to look at me, but I keep my attention on the sky. “Anything for you,” he mumbles.

I hum, satisfied and tear my eyes away from the stars, watching him watch me. His eyes dart around my face, his gaze soft, until they meet my own again.

I raise a hand and trace my finger down his nose and lips, making Sejanus smile and press a kiss to the pad of my finger.

It’s soft and meaningful and before long I lean in, capturing his lips in a long peck. “I love you.”

Sejanus rests his forehead against mine as his shallow breath hits my cheek. “I love you more,” he confesses, closing the distance between us once again. this time a little more insistent.

This night couldn’t have been any better.

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This one’s a little on the shorter side. Let me know what you think :)

#fluff #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #x reader #sejanus my beloved #sejanus x reader #sejanus deserved better #sejanus plinth #sejanus x you

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✧. Home - Part 5 | Lucy Gray Baird .✧

Pairing: Lucy Gray Baird x reader

Warnings: Angst with happy ending, some violence, swearing

Summary: Having a crush on someone who just got out of a relationship is bad. It’s even worse if that person happens to be your best friend, and it’s worse still if you’re almost certain said person will never return your feelings…

Home | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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It’s dark when the train pulls into the station. I can’t believe I’m back. The past few days seem like a fever dream, but I know they’re anything but that and I have the injuries to prove it. Dislocated knee, broken ribs and nose, cut ear, split eyebrow and several angry bruises.

I survived, but at what cost. I’m a fragile mess. Not only physically but also mentally.

I’ll never unsee the things I saw and did in the arena. I hid most of the time, but I did have to do some things that make me sick every time I think about them.

The train comes to a stop with screeching breaks and I sit up slowly, careful not to move my injured knee too much.

I get to my feet and grab the crutch the Capitol so graciously gifted me after my victory.

The door of my car gets pulled open and I’m met with a familiar peacekeeper’s face. I don’t remember his name but he’s a regular at the Hob and always greets me with a friendly smile.

“Welcome home,” he says, extending a helping hand with a sympathetic smile.

I accept his hand and get off the train with a hiss of pain. The Capitol might have given me a crutch and had a veterinarian check out my injuries, but their sympathies didn’t extend so far as to grant me some morphling for the pain.

“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice cracking after so many hours of not using it on my journey.

He sends me another tight-lipped smile before sliding the train car’s door shut behind me and locking it. Then he vanishes into the night and I’m left alone on the platform.

What now? I can’t just resume my life as if nothing happened. How can I face everyone?

Marcel? He’ll be pissed I didn’t tell him about Mayfair and her plans, but he’ll get over it sooner rather than later and be glad I’m home.

The Covey? They’ll be glad I’m alive and okay.

Lucy Gray? I honestly don’t know how she’ll react especially since she’ll have read my letter by now…

My spiraling thoughts give me a headache so I squeeze my eyes shut with a wince.

I decide to make my way to the Hob because that’s where Marcel will be and he has the keys to my cabin since I left them to him.

I hobble through the mostly empty streets, ignoring the few curious glances thrown my way until I get to the Hob.

There’s no music coming from inside which means the Covey aren’t performing tonight. The muffled chatter and laughing gets louder as I near the back door and before I can go inside it swings open to reveal just who I was looking for.

“Y/N…” Marcel gasps and drops the crate in his hands.

He quickly steps over it and wraps me in his arms, being mindful of my obvious injuries.

“Hey,” I reply softly not trusting my voice as tears well in my eyes. I thought I was never going to see him again and it’s the first time in days I’ve been on the receiving end of human affection.

“I really want to hate you, but I can’t,” Marcel whispers, tightening his arms around me. “You knew and you didn’t say anything.” I want to apologize and explain that I simply couldn’t tell him about Mayfair’s plan, but he adds, “It doesn’t matter anymore though. You’re here and you’re alive.”

My tears fall down my cheeks and I pull back to see him giving me a tearful smile. “I am… Listen, I’ve been thinking—“ I clear my throat “— and I’d like for you to be my roommate. The cabin’s too big for just one person and—“

“Okay.”

I blink in surprise. “Okay?”

Marcel nods and squeezes my shoulder. “I’d love to be your roommate. I- I haven’t been able to go to your cabin since the reaping, so it should be the way you left it.”

He digs around in his back pocket before handing me one of my keys.

I take it with a tired smile and ask, “So you’ll move in tomorrow?”

“I’ll move in tomorrow,” he confirms and I back away with sagging shoulders.

“I— I should get going,” I say awkwardly.

“You should,” he confirms with a chuckle.

I wipe at the rest of my tears on my cheeks and set off with a small wave.

He waves back and I feel his eyes on me until I round a corner.

I keep walking, lost in my thoughts and it’s not until I’m at the Covey’s cabin that I realize my feet have subconsciously taken me to the place I dread the most. The person I dread seeing the most.

I limp up the stairs to the porch with my crutch before knocking on the door hesitantly.

Usually the Covey’s at the Hob this time of night, performing, but I know they aren’t tonight since I’ve just been there.

There’s some shuffling inside before the door creaks open, revealing Maude Ivory.

Her tired eyes widen when she sees me and it takes her a second to wrap her head around my being at her doorstep.

“Hey Ivy,” I say which is all it takes for her to launch herself at me.

“You won?” she whispers and I tear up at the crack in her voice.

I sniffle and close my eyes, hugging her tighter. I don’t want to think about how I won, so all I do is nod and kiss the top of her head.

“Are the others home?” I ask when she pulls back.

She shakes her head. “Just Lucy Gray. She’s asleep in her room. The others are at the Hob, drinking.”

I involuntarily flinch at the mention of Lucy Gray and look past Maude Ivory into the dark cabin knowing I won’t catch a glimpse of her, but I can’t help myself.

“We haven’t performed since the reaping…” I refocus on Maude Ivory who’s now sporting a frown. “We missed you a lot. All of us. But Lucy Gray— She hasn’t really said anythin’ in days and keeps to herself. I’ve never seen her like this.”

I immediately feel guilty but it’s quickly replaced by worry. “You think I can go see her?” I ask tentatively.

I need to know she’s okay. Even if she hates me and kicks me out.

“I think there’s nothin’ she wants more,” she admits sadly and I straighten up and ruffle her hair as I step past her into the cabin.

She closes the door behind us and hugs me one more time, saying she’s glad I’m home before going to her own room to give us some privacy.

It’s eerily quiet when I open the door to Lucy Gray’s room and when I peek inside I see her on the bed, lying on her side with her back turned to the door.

I shut the door behind me and limp toward the bed, carefully sitting down on the edge, my crutch leaning against the bedside table. My face contorts into a pained grimace because of my knee and my ribs but it subsides after a moment.

I sigh and find the courage in myself to properly look at Lucy Gray who’s still got her back turned my way.

Her eyes are closed and her breathing is shallow and even. She’s asleep. It’s a rare sight and she looks almost peaceful but when I lean forward a bit I can see tear tracks on her cheeks and her hands clutching something to her chest.

It glints in the dim moonlight that’s streaming in through the window and when I take a closer look I realize it’s my brother’s necklace. Her pillow is also not an actual pillow but my jacket.

I bite my lip and don’t try to get rid of the tears gathering in my eyes. I feel so incredibly guilty for putting her through all this pain, but I know I’d do it all again in a heartbeat if it guaranteed her safety.

I watch her sleep for a moment longer, trying not to let my nerves get the better of me. There’s a real possibility she’ll never want to see me again the second I wake her up, so this could be one of the last times I get to admire her.

I swallow nervously and place my hand on her shoulder, my fingers tingling because of the contact.

She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake up, so I squeeze slightly and whisper, “Lucy Gray.”

She takes a deep breath and squeezes her eyes shut before blinking them open slowly, confused. Then she registers my hand on her shoulder and looks up, freezing when her eyes land on me.

We watch each other for what feels like eternity until she slowly sits up, my hand slipping off her shoulder in the process.

“No,” she says with a hoarse voice. “You’re not here. You’re not real.”

Her bottom lip quivers and she shakes her head, her teary eyes fixed on me in disbelief.

I feel my own tears fall and nod reassuringly. “I’m here, Lu. I’m real.”

She lets out a shaky breath and slowly raises one of her hands to my face. When it connects with my cheek, she chokes out a sob before flinging her arms around my shoulders.

I groan in pain, my ribs burning, but hug her back with just as much force. “I’m here,” I repeat which makes her sob again, grasping at the shirt on my back to get me even closer.

“You’re here.” She whimpers and I nod frantically.

“I’m here…”

We hug each other until her sobs die down. I pull back and use my thumbs to wipe away her flood of tears while her red-rimmed eyes take in the state of my face.

Her eyebrows crease slightly and she lifts a hand to trace over the bridge of my bruised and broken nose, leaving my skin tingling where she touched me. She moves on to the split in my eyebrow before tilting my head slightly to get a better look at my cut ear.

“You’re hurt,” she observes and when she notices the crutch leaning against her nightstand she asks, “What happened?”

I clench my jaw and look at my lap, the memories of the games resurfacing at her question. I swore I’d never talk about what happened, but I feel like I owe her something for all the pain I’ve caused, so I reluctantly say, “I dislocated my knee… one of the tributes hit the side of it with a mace.”

I don’t look up when she asks, “Are there more? Injuries, I mean.”

I nod and lift my shirt to reveal my bruised ribs, but I drop it as quickly as I lifted it, suddenly self conscious under her gaze.

When the silence turns unbearable I dare to look up to find her already watching me. However now her eyes are filled with anger and frustration rather than pain and worry.

“I can’t believe you knew it was goin’ to happen,” she says. “Because of Mayfair and her childish grudge towards me? And then all you leave me with is a lousy letter?”

I bite my lip and stay silent, her eyes boring into mine. At my lack of response she exhales shakily and grabs the collar of my shirt, hanging her head low.

I brace myself for her next words, expecting her to push me away and tell me to leave, but it doesn’t happen.

“I didn’t even get to say it back,” she whimpers, catching me off guard.

“What?” I whisper.

Her head tilts up and her watery eyes meet mine. A sad smile ghosts her lips and she loosens the grip on my collar, letting her hands rest on each side of my neck. “I love you, too,” she says and it’s so quiet I almost miss it.

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and my jaw slackens. Never in a million years did I think she’d love me back. I realized she liked me the night before the reaping, but I didn’t think she loved me. “Lucy Gray, I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t— I couldn’t—“

The grip on my neck tightens, hands pulling my face forward and before I know what’s going on, soft lips meet my own.

I squeak in surprise which makes Lucy Gray smile against my mouth, but I’m quick to recover and return the kiss hesitantly.

It’s featherlight and slow and ends just as quickly as it started, leaving me longing for more, so I lean back in, reconnecting our lips in a more passionate kiss.

She sighs and I reach forward until my hands are on her waist, wanting to feel her closer.

She must feel the same because one of her hands moves to cup my jaw and pulls me closer until her back hits the mattress and I’m hovering above her.

The position is a bit awkward since my legs are still dangling off the side of the bed, but I don’t care. I’m completely lost in the kiss, my mind reeling when Lucy Gray’s tongue swipes over my bottom lip.

I don’t protest and let her control how fast we’re going until her hands wander down my chest and settle on each side of my rib cage, right on top of my broken ribs.

I wince and pull back with a grunt, breathing heavily into the crook of her neck.

“S-sorry,” she stutters, her hands moving back up to rest on my shoulders. “Are you alright?”

I let out a shaky breath and take another second to will the stinging pain away. “I’m okay.”

I look up to find worried eyes staring back at me. “You sure?”

I huff softly and send her a reassuring smile. “I’m sure. Let’s just take it slow, yeah?”

“Okay,” she whispers, but I can still see some guilt on her face shining through her eyes, so I shift around until I’m lying next to her, opening my arm for her to curl into my side.

She eyes me skeptically before accepting my invitation, placing her head on my chest and draping her arm over my stomach.

I fix the blanket so it’s covering us both and press a kiss against the top of her head, an action that causes her shoulders to relax.

“Get some sleep,” I mumble against her temple.

She scoffs and rubs her thumb over my stomach. “I should be the one sayin’ that.”

I just hum and rub her back.

After a while her breathing slows down and I’m almost certain she’s asleep, but then she whispers, “Will you stay?”

I nod and take her hand off my stomach, lacing our fingers together. “Yes. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

She sighs, satisfied with my answer, and squeezes my hand weakly. “Okay. Good night…“

I squeeze her hand back and kiss the top of her head again. “Good night.”

It’s all it takes for her to finally drift off to sleep and I close my eyes shortly after, feeling wholly at peace for the first time in a long time.

I’m home.

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✧. Home - Part 4 | Lucy Gray Baird .✧

Pairing: Lucy Gray Baird x reader

Warnings: Angst with happy ending, some violence, swearing, and mentions of suicide

A/N: Only one more chapter left after this one…

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After my encounter with Mayfair and Billy Taupe I excused myself and ran home without looking back, vomiting behind a bush next to my cabin before dragging myself to bed.

I didn’t sleep a wink. Instead I kept staring at the ceiling which is now biting me in the ass because I keep drifting off on my hunt.

I’ve already spooked a dear and a flock of pheasants because I can’t concentrate and keep tripping over every branch known to mankind.

I’ll be in the games… It’s all I can think about ever since last night. Better me than Lucy Gray though, that’s for sure, but still…

In just over a week I will be fighting for my life against 23 other tributes and even though I’m one of the older and taller tributes, there’s still a very realistic chance that I won’t survive.

How am I going to tell Marcel? The Covey? Lucy Gray? Would they even care? Would she even care?

I sigh and lower my crossbow when yet another deer manages to get a whiff of my scent and flee because I idiotically positioned myself upwind rather than downwind of it.

Should I even tell anyone? After all, there is still a small chance Mayfair won’t get her father to do her bidding.

No, I can’t tell anyone. I don’t want to make a fuss over something that could turn out to be nothing.

I want to be prepared for any scenario though, so I’ll try to get my affairs in order. First I need to make sure my will is up to date.

I don’t have much to my name, but I want the cabin I inherited from my parents to go to Marcel.

He lives in a shit hole with several other miners and he’s treated me like a brother ever since I’ve known him, so I want him to have it should I not make it out of the games alive.

Second, I need to fix things between Lucy Gray and me. I don’t know how to go about it yet, but I’ll figure it out.

Accepting the fact that I won’t be able to concentrate enough to go on hunting, I de-cock my crossbow and make my way home, getting started on the cabin’s paperwork.

It doesn’t take long and once I’m done I go to the lake where I know the Covey is.

Tam Amber is the first to notice me, giving me a hug. “You alright there, Y/N? You lookin’ a little pale.”

“I— Yeah, I’m fine. Do you know where Lucy Gray is?” I ask.

He gives me a knowing tight-lipped smile and nods in the direction of the cabin.

I thank him and pass him with a pat on the shoulder. Barb Azure, Maude Ivory and Clerk Carmine are all sitting on the dock, instruments in hand and playing a gentle melody.

They wave and smile when they see me and I return the gestures before climbing the stairs to the small cabin.

I knock softly, waiting for an answer from within.

“I told you I don’t wanna fish, Clerk Carmine!”

I chuckle but stop immediately when I remember why I’m here. I clear my throat and mumble, “It’s me, Lu.”

It’s quiet for a second before the door opens with a creak, revealing Lucy Gray who looks troubled.

Her usual bright eyes are dull and her black curls are pulled into an uncharacteristic low bun.

“Hey,” I whisper.

“Hi,” she replies just as quietly. Her gaze dances around my face for a moment before dropping.

“Can I come in?” I ask and she nods, opening the door a little more for me to step inside. She closes it behind me and turns around with a questioning expression.

Shit… What do I say?

“Uh- Are you alright?” I stutter which makes her laugh weakly, wrapping her arms around herself in a hug.

“I’m fine. What are you doin’ here?” she asks curiously.

I ignore her question and step forward which makes her meet my eyes. “Are we though?”

There’s no sense in beating around the bush. Time is literally running out for me and I want to either clear the air and go separate ways or fix whatever needs fixing between us.

To be honest the former would be easier for both of us, but I selfishly hope it will be the latter.

Lucy Gray frowns. “What?”

“Are we fine?” I clarify. “I mean— Did I do something? Because yesterday—“

I’m stunned when arms around my neck pull me in for a hug. I’m hesitant to hug back but when Lucy Gray tightens her grip, I wrap my arms around her waist.

“No, you didn’t do anything…” she trails off and I think that’s it, but then she adds, “I just… found out some things that I’m havin’ struggles dealin’ with. But we’re fine. I promise.”

I breathe a sigh of relief and press my cheek to the top of her head. “Good. I wad just worried. Especially after what Billy Taupe said—“

Lucy Gray freezes in my arms but doesn’t pull away. “You spoke with Billy Taupe? What did he say?”

I curse myself for slipping up and debate whether or not I should tell the truth.

I’ll be dead in a week’s time, so why start lying now?

“It’s stupid, I know that now, but he kind of got into my head… He was saying something about you only hanging out with me because you pity me and- and that my mother killed herself because-“ I close my eyes and will the tears away, “-I’m unlovable and useless and—“

A sob escapes me and I stop talking. In an instant I feel Lucy Gray’s hands cupping my cheeks, her thumbs wiping away my tears. “Hey, hey, hey, darlin’. That’s not true. It’s not true at all. There’s so much to love about you and you’re anythin’ but useless. Your mother was hopeless, that’s why she took her own life, not because of you.”

I squeezed her in my arms without opening my eyes as another sob made my lower lip tremble.

“And I don’t pity you. Please don’t believe him. I admire you. You’re sweet and kind and selfless. You’re perfect,” she whispers the last part and I open my eyes to find her already looking at me with watery eyes of her own.

“I’m not perfect,” I croak which makes her tilt her head and smile sadly.

“Yes you are.” She continues stroking my cheeks. “You’re perfect to me.”

My heart skips a beat and I search her eyes for any hint that she might be lying. When see nothing but sincerity and vulnerability staring back at me though, I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead.

“You’re perfect to me, too,” I admit and we stay in this position until Lucy Gray leans back a little.

“Don’t listen to Billy Taupe, okay? He’s an idiot.”

I swallow hard and try to look away but her hands on my cheeks keep me in place.

“Please, promise me you won’t believe anythin’ else he tells you,” she insists and I reluctantly agree. I can’t say no to her.

“I promise.”

She nods, satisfied, and tucks a strand of loose hair behind my ear. It reminds me of how close we are and I can’t stop the heat from rising into my ears.

Tick tock, Sweetheart…

Mayfair’s words echo in the back of my mind and I snap out of my trance.

“You okay, darlin’?” Lucy Gray drawls with knit eyebrows as I loosen my arms around her waist.

I nod repeatedly and press my lips into a thin line, disconnecting myself from her completely. “Yeah, I just remembered I have to run a couple more errands before my shift at the Hob later,” I say.

It’s technically not a lie since I do still have to get some stuff done, but I mostly just don’t want her to coax the truth about the reaping out of me.

She hugs herself again as though my absence is leaving her cold and says, “Oh… alright.”

I want to rush forward again and hold her close but I back away steadily with a heavy heart. She can’t find out about Mayfair’s plans because she’d try to find a way to stop her, possibly putting herself in danger, and I can’t let that happen.

I also can’t get even more attached to her, if that’s even possible, because it will make saying goodbye to her so much harder than it already will be.

“I’ll see you tonight?” I ask, opening to door.

Lucy Gray nods dejectedly and since I can’t possibly leave her in such a miserable state I add, “Good because I don’t think anyone would want to hear Tam Amber’s screeching. I know he insists it could still be considered singing, but we both know that’s not true.”

A very faint but noticeable smile makes its way onto her lips and I count that as a win.

“See you later, Y/N,” she says.

“See you later, Lu,” I reply and when her smile widens just the tiniest bit, I smile too before leaving.

I spent the days leading up to the reaping mostly by myself. I’ve slowly but surely come to terms with my fate and in order to hide it from everyone, I’ve distanced myself from them just enough as to not make it obvious.

My talk with Lucy Gray gave me some closure but even though she said things between us were fine, I still notice her keeping some distance.

Since our moment in the cabin she hasn’t been particularly vulnerable, much less hugged me or touched my face the way she usually does, but because I know that it’s because of personal reasons it doesn’t bother me much. If she needs time and space to deal with them, I’ll be the last person not to grant her that.

I got all my affairs in order and even managed to write some letters for the few people who care about me. They mostly contain words of gratitude about how I was allowed to be part of their lives, but one letter in particular contains a secret I would never reveal if it weren’t for my impending perishing.

It’s the one for Lucy Gray.

With said letter in hand, I make my way to the Covey’s cabin. They’re not performing at the Hob tonight and I’m not working, so we agreed to meet for a small traditional bonfire.

It’s dark when I arrive and the fire glows comfortingly and gives off a soothing heat to those already perched around it on lawn chairs and benches.

The Covey greet me enthusiastically and I find a free spot on a bench next to Lucy Gray, who much to my surprise hugs me too.

I notice she’s wearing my jacket but don’t comment on it, liking the way it looks on her.

When I take a seat, she once again surprises me by hugging my arm to her side and leaning her head on my shoulder.

Well, I guess she’s over whatever was troubling her… Or she’s just clingy because of the reaping tomorrow.

It leaves everyone a nervous wreck each year. This year, me much much less so because I already know the outcome and have made my peace with it.

I’m set on enjoying the time I have left and not even Mayfair Lipp’s continuous suggestive smirks over the past days can change that.

We sit in silence, each one of us lost in thought while staring into the fire until Maude Ivory suddenly gets up and leaves only to return a minute later with a guitar.

It’s not Lucy Gray’s, that much I can tell from the size, so I figured it’s her own.

She starts picking a calming melody and everyone smiles sadly at her attempt to lighten the mood.

The annual reaping might be a holiday, but it’s no cause for celebration which is why the Hob and similar establishments are closed for the night.

People all over are huddled together with their family and friends, relishing in their last peaceful moments until 24 children, including me, will be ripped from them. Only one will return, but after the horror’s of the Hunger Games, their life will never be the same.

I force my mind to push aside any depressing thoughts and concentrate on what’s right in front of me which is my family.

Slowly but surely, the fire burns down and the Covey head to bed one by one until Lucy Gray and I are the only ones left.

She hasn’t moved from her position by my side and I’m surprised she hasn’t fallen asleep yet, seeing how late it was getting.

“After tomorrow you’ll finally be free,” she mumbles suddenly and it takes every thing in me not to contradict her.

I hum and rest my cheek against the top of her head.

When I feel her warm hand slip into mine, I sigh and lace our fingers together.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I confess.

Lucy Gray stirs and sits up to look at me questioningly. “Why are you sayin’ it like that?”

I chuckle to hide my panic and use my free hand to scratch my eyebrow. “I don’t know what you mean by ‘like that’, but I just thought you should know.”

Her eyes narrow suspiciously before she returns her head to my shoulder.

I stare at our intertwined hands and allow my mind to wander. What could have happened between us if Mayfair hadn’t intervened?

If I had confessed my love for her, would she have thrown it back in my face? Would she have let me down gently and promised to stay my friend? Or could she have possibly reciprocated it?

I have so many questions but given the circumstances they’re all rendered moot, so I lean back and enjoy the moment.

When Lucy Gray yawns a while later, I get up and pull her to her feet. “Let’s get you to bed.”

She pouts but doesn’t object so I lead her to the cabin.

At the door I stop and let go of her hand to slip my letter into her (my) jacket pocket.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say softly, using both hands to swipe some hair out of her face and push it behind her ears, leaving my hands to rest on her jaw.

She doesn’t say anything and simply stares at me with her doe eyes.

It makes me nervous. Even more so when her eyes dart to my lips.

She gets the same look in her eyes she had by the lake last week right before she pulled away.

This time, however, she doesn’t move as her eyes meet mine again, almost pleadingly and it’s then that I realize she pulled away because she was scared and not because she didn’t feel the same.

I want to lean in, kiss her and touch her and tell her how much I love her, the revelation being almost too much to handle, but I stop myself.

I can’t. It’s not fair. I’ll be gone tomorrow.

With a heavy heart and trying not to cry, I rest my forehead against hers. “Goodbye, Lucy Gray.”

“Good night, Y/N,” she whispers, her breath ghosting my lips.

I exhale shakily and pull away. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but it’s better this way.

I make my way to the Hall of Justice with trembling hands. I have accepted my fate but anyone can probably understand that walking to your death will have you shaking in your boots.

Most people are already gathered around so I’m one of the last ones to arrive.

I push past the ones who are too old or young to compete and find my place between the older kids.

I let my eyes wander over the crowd until, right in front of me to my right, I spot curly black hair and a rainbow-colored dress.

Only Lucy Gray would wear something colorful on such a dreary day.

She’s looking around as well, seemingly searching for something until her eyes land on me. Her shoulders relax visibly and her forehead releases its tension.

I wave timidly and wonder if she’s already read my letter. She waves back shyly and I figure she hasn’t yet because if she did she’d surely confront me about it.

I feel a little guilty for not telling her what’s about to happen, but there’s nothing I can do now as the Peacekeepers begin shushing the crowd and the mayor steps onto the stage.

No, this can’t be it. My last words to her can’t have been Goodbye.

Inconspicuously, I push my way through the crowd as the annual speech gets read out until I’m right behind her.

I take off my brother’s necklace and weigh it in my hand before reaching forward and pressing it in into her palm.

She flinches and glances over her shoulder, calming down when she realizes it’s just me. “What are you-?” she hisses but stops when she looks at the necklace in her hand.

Her eyes widen and she whips her head around, confused. “What is this, Y/N?”

I swallow the growing lump in my throat, realizing the names are about to be picked and force myself to smile. “I’m sorry, Lucy Gray,” I whisper.

“What?” She stares at me in bewilderment but doesn’t get the chance to say anything else as the mayor cuts her off.

“Y/N L/N!”

I close my eyes briefly and ball my hands into fists.

This is it…

I exhale sharply and open my eyes again, seeing Lucy Gray’s horrified expression, the crowd parting to let me through.

“Y/N?” she whispers. “Y/N…No!”

She reaches for me but I slip past her.

“Y/N!” she screams. “Please, Y/N!”

I ignore her and make my way to the stage with weak knees. She sounds so desperate and hurt, I’m sure her pleas will haunt me for the rest of my limited time here on this earth.

“No!” she cries and when I look back at the crowd I see her cowering in Tam Amber’s embrace who must have slipped past the Peacekeepers to get to her.

She’s clutching onto my necklace with tears streaming down her face.

I blink back my own tears and try to focus on something else when Mayfair and Billy Taupe catch my eyes.

The former is wearing a satisfied smirk while the latter looks uncomfortable and somewhat guilty.

She got what she wanted…

I can’t deny that all this time, there was a spark of hope in the back of my mind, reassuring me that things would be fine, but that has now been extinguished by the tidal wave of reality.

Onlookers watch with pity, no doubt feeling the pain Lucy Gray is exuding and I can’t stand to look at her any longer without breaking down myself, so I look at my feet as the second tribute is called to the stage.

Better me than her, I keep repeating in my mind and it isn’t much later that I’m whisked away forcefully.

I don’t look back, trying but failing to tune out Lucy Gray’s sobs, and get ready for what’s about to happen next.

Better me than her…

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✧. Home - Part 3 | Lucy Gray Baird .✧

Pairing: Lucy Gray Baird x reader

Warnings: Angst with happy ending, some violence, swearing, and mentions of suicide

Home | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

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“Lucy Gray don’t you dare—!”

There’s a huge splash and I have to turn my head to avoid getting a tidal wave of water in my face.

Lucy Gray surfaces with a cough before breaking out into laughter.

I can’t help but chuckle too, swimming up to her. “You jerk, you did that on purpose” I gasp, trying to get my hair out of my face. I was planning on not getting it wet, but that plan hightailed out of the window the second she decided to cannonball into the water right next to me.

“Of course I did,” she smirks and swims around me, throwing her arms around my shoulders and hooking her legs around my waist. “But you’re incapable of being mad at me.”

I roll my eyes, knowing she’s right. I’m just glad she can’t see my face right now because if she did she’d see how red it is from our close proximity.

She’s not the strongest swimmer which is why I know she’s holding onto me, but I can’t help but wonder if that’s her only reason for being this close.

“Shut up,” I scold playfully which prompts her to tighten her grip on me as she giggles into my neck.

“Or what?” she challenges lowly and once again I wonder if she knows how my heart skips a beat every time she says stuff like this.

“I—“ I swallow hard, trying but failing to ignore the tingling sensation where her skin touches mine. “Or…I’ll start calling you Lu,” I managed to squeak out.

Expecting some kind of backlash, I’m surprised when she only hums, her finger tracing my collarbones.

I guess she likes that name…

We fall into a comfortable silence until I remember my injured hand. I hold it up and out of the water to see the bandage soaking wet.

It’s not a bother though since the wound has already healed over and I only cover it to prevent it from getting dirty.

I’m about to let it back in the water when Lucy Gray grabs it carefully. “Oh no, it got all wet.”

“It’s fine,” I reason taking it back to help my other hand and feet keep us afloat.

She returns her fingers to my collarbone, asking, “Does it still hurt?”

I shake my head. “Not really, no.”

She sighs and rests her chin on my shoulder. “Good…”

We continue swimming with her clinging onto me until we’re both shivering.

We get out of the water and lie down on the dock on the blanket I brought. The sun begins to dry and warm us and I close my eyes, enjoying the peace.

Lucy Gray hugs my arm and presses her cheek against my shoulder. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

I keep my eyes closed and nod.

It’s quiet for a second and I begin to wonder whether she’s changed her mind, but then she whispers, “Are you scared about the reaping next week?”

I freeze and open my eyes, turning my head to meet her worried gaze. It’s my last year this year since I turn nineteen soon which means the chances of my name being picked are higher than those of the younger kids.

It’s not just that though. I’m also scared for the members of the Covey who’re old enough to be chosen. Especially the girl next to me who’s slowly but surely wormed her way into my heart.

I’d probably break down and cry if I were to be chosen, but if it happened to her…. I don’t know how I could go on with my life.

“Terrified,” I say, although I don’t admit whom I’m terrified for.

She can’t be chosen. She just can’t be. The thought alone makes my eyes water. I know the chance of it happening is small, but it is there and I don’t know how to deal with it.

Lucy Gray frowns and props herself up on her elbow. I turn my head, unable to maintain eye contact.

“Darlin’…” She cups my cheek with her free hand. “Hey… look at me,” she whispers almost begging and I reluctantly turn my head back.

Her dark hair hangs in her face and the sun makes her eyes sparkle. If it weren’t for her pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows, I’d get flustered at the sight.

“You’ll be fine,” she tries to reassure me, but I shake my head and blink rapidly to get rid of my unshed tears.

Her grip on my cheek tightens and she nods adamantly. “Yes, you will be. I promise—“

“It’s not that,” I interrupt. How can I tell her that she’s the one I’m worried about without exposing my feelings. Exactly…I can’t, so I add, “Can we please talk about something less depressing?”

She looks reluctant but lets it go, laying back down beside me. Her hand slides down my cheek and rests on my chest close to my throat. “So…what do you want to talk about?” she asks, playing with the pendant of my brother’s necklace.

I rack my brain for a topic and settle on her performance at the Hob tonight, asking if she’s excited and if there are any new songs they will be performing.

She beams at the mention of tonight and delves right into it, the mood quickly returning to the way it was before she brought up the reaping.

She goes on and on about a new song she’s been working on but I only listen with half an ear since my focus is on her face. I try to commit every little detail about her to memory, not wanting to ever forget about her.

I admire her beautiful brown eyes, the slope of her nose, the arch of her eyebrows and the curve of her lips.

She’s captivating in every way possible which is why I miss it when she stops talking and looks at me with a quizzical smile.

“Y/N?”

My ears get hot immediately and I clear my throat, embarrassed that I got caught staring.

“Y-yeah?” I stutter.

Lucy Gray’s smile widens as she repeats herself. “You gon be at the Hob tonight? To watch us perform?”

“Uh-huh.” Why does she have to be so distracting?

She chuckles softly. “Alright.”

Her eyes dart around my face and I hold my breath. What’s going through her mind? Why’s she looking at me like that?

Seconds tick by and neither of us dares to move. Her smile slowly but surely vanishes and we’re left staring at each other curiously.

I watch her watching me and for a split second I could swear her eyes linger on my lips, but then she sits up abruptly and grabs her dress, standing up.

“Would you look at the time?” she forces a laugh as she pulls her dress over her head. “We have to get goin’.”

I get up slowly, confused, and slip on my pants and henley.

“Lu?”

“Yes?” She bends down and picks up the blanket, handing it to me. She completely ignores my use of her new nickname and refuses to meet my eyes.

My chest tightens and hurt bubbles up in the back of my throat. What just happened? What did she see when she was looking at me? Did she realize my feelings for her are more than just platonic? And if so, did it actually disgust her so much that she felt the need to pull away?

We make our way to the Hob in silence, keeping at least a foot of distance between us at all times. It’s strange and I want to say something, anything, but the words get stuck in my throat.

The realization that I somehow messed up creeps into the back of my mind and is confirmed when we finally reach the Hob and Lucy Gray joins the Covey on stage without sparing me another glance.

“Fuck…” I mumble. “I need a drink.”

A tap on my shoulder makes me stop with my glass halfway to my mouth and turn around.

“Yes?” I ask Marcel who’s smiling sheepishly.

“I know it’s your night off, but could go in the back and get a crate of moonshine?” he asks, leaning into me so I can hear him over the music.

I glance at the stage for a second where Lucy Gray is currently spinning in circles with her guitar. She hasn’t looked at me once all night even though she asked me to be here, so I say, “Yeah…Sure. I’ll be right back.”

Marcel’s face lights up with relief and he pats my shoulder. “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.”

I slip off my barstool and make my way through the crowd, heading for the storage rooms in the back.

When I pass the stage, Maude Ivory waves excitedly and I can’t help but wave back. Man, I love this kid.

Lucy Gray notices her cousin’s excitement and directs her attention toward the crowd where her eyes land on me.

She falters in her singing and her face drops momentarily but she’s quick to regain her composure, looking away and singing and dancing as if nothing happened.

I clench my jaw to mask my hurt and shoulder past the rest of the crowd without looking at the stage again.

Why is she acting like this? I didn’t do anything!

In the storage room, I begin looking for the moonshine, opening crates left and right in search of the liquor.

When I get to one particular crate at the back of the room, I finally find what I’m looking for, but the joy is cut short as a slurred voice pipes up behind me.

“I honestly don’t know what she sees in you.”

I scoff and turn around to be met with Billy Taupe who’s holding onto the wall for balance. It’s obvious he’s drunk because if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be saying stuff like this.

“What are you talking about?” I sneer, watching him carefully as he pushes himself off the wall and sways in my direction.

“Lucy—“ he hiccups— “Gray…”

I ball my fists at my side but stay silent. I’m curious to know what he’s on about.

He chuckles mirthlessly. “You’re a nobody. I can’t believe she hasn’t realized it yet.”

I glare at him, daring him to continue which he does.

“Brother, dead—“

My breath hitches in my throat.

“Father, dead—“

I clench my jaw until it’s painful. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting to me.

“And your mother… that poor woman—“

I hold my breath.

“Shot herself when it was just you who was left… Goes to show how useless you are, don’t you think? Not even enough for your own mother to stay alive.”

“Aargh!” I lunge at him before I can stop myself and push him against the wall with my hands gripping the collar of his shirt and jacket.

We’re the same height, so we’re eye to eye when I lean into his face and growl, “Don’t talk about my family! You know nothing!”

Fear flashes across his face momentarily only to be immediately disguised by a wicked grin. “I know plenty!” he snarls and because of our proximity I smell the alcohol on his breath.

My grip on his collar tightens and I tilt my head threateningly. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Billy Taupe’s grin turns into a smirk. “I know that Lucy Gray will never love you the way you love her. You know why?”

I freeze. He just voiced my deepest fear. How does he know about my feelings for her? Is it really that obvious?

Seeing that I won’t respond, he continues, his confidence growing at my obvious distress. “You’re pathetic and there’s nothing to love about you. Lucy Gray just hangs out with you because she pities you. It’s really one of her more worse traits. If I was her, I’d have dropped you a long time ago.”

Tears fill my eyes and I step back, releasing him in the process. Is it true? Does she really just pity me? No, that’s impossible. She wouldn’t do something like that. Or would she?

Is that the reason why she’s suddenly acting the way she’s acting? Because it was just too much earlier and now she can’t keep pretending?

Billy Taupe straightens out his shirt and jacket, looking satisfied. I’m no longer angry. I feel defeated.

Lucy Gray and the Covey is all I have left, so if it’s actually true they’re only pretending to like me…

I can’t even think about it without wanting to break down in tears.

“That’s right, you’ll never—“

The door swings open and for a split second I think it’s Lucy Gray who’s come to reassure me that nothing Billy Taupe just said is true, but the person that’s actually standing in the doorway is none other than Mayfair Lipp.

“Billy Taupe, what are you—?” she stops when she sees me. Her eyes flicker between Billy Taupe and me and when she connects the dots as to what just happened, she smiles wickedly.

If it weren’t for my current emotional state, I’d slap that smile right off her face, but I don’t move, trying not to bawl.

“What do we have here?” she taunts. “Lucy Gray’s little sweetheart.”

Billy Taupe scoffs, but Mayfair ignores him as she continues. “I honestly can’t wait to see your face at the reaping next week.”

I frown and seeing Billy Taupe’s face fall, I regain enough composure to croak, “What are you talking about?”

Mayfair’s eyes glint evilly and she feigns ignorance by shrugging her shoulders. “Let’s just say a certain songbird won’t be singing for much longer.”

I stare at her for a moment, letting the words sink in before the realization of their meaning sets in.

“No,” I whisper in disbelief. She can’t be insinuating what I think she is, can she?

How would she even pull that off? Her dad’s the mayor and he’s in charge of the reaping, so there is a way she could somehow influence the outcome. I guess the only thing standing between her and her goal is her father’s willingness to grant her wish.

Would he actually tamper with the reaping?

I don’t know, but I can’t risk anything happening to Lucy Gray, even if she’s only spending time with me out of pity.

She’s too important. She’s holding together the community by spreading joy with her songs, and the Covey, her family, needs her. I need her too, but that’s not my main concern.

With a newfound determination I wipe away my tears and step up to Mayfair, glaring at her. “If anything happens to Lucy Gray, I swear you’ll rue the day you met me.”

Billy Taupe steps back, obviously intimidated by my menacingly low voice, but Mayfair only raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening.

“You know, on second thought—“ she touches the pendant of my brother’s necklace around my neck and I smack her hand away with a scowl— “I think I’d like to see her face when your name gets called out.”

She tries to touch my necklace again, but this time I grab her wrist, tightening my grip until I’m sure it’s painful. “What’s your fucking problem?” I seethe through gritted teeth.

She winces slightly but continues smiling her wicked smile when she answers, “Just bored, I guess.”

I huff and let go of her, shoving her away.

Billy Taupe joins Mayfair’s side and I eye them with the harshest glare I can muster. “You’re sick! Both of you.”

Billy Taupe looks slightly guilty but Mayfair raises her chin with a smug look. She seems almost proud and I’m about to beat her to a pulp when Marcel joins us unexpectedly.

“Y/N, where are you—? What’s going on here?” he asks suspiciously when he realizes I’m not alone.

“Nothing,” Mayfair chimes, grabbing hold of Billy Taupe’s elbow. “We were just leaving. Have a nice night.”

Marcel frowns and shoots me a quizzical look. I wave him off but freeze when Mayfair passes me, whispering, “Tick tock, Sweetheart…”

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