Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Wayne! Vigilante! Male! Reader
Summary: Left behind by a family that set out to combat global threats, you alone bear the crushing burden of protecting Gotham as Shadowhound until your body can take no more. When Kara Zor-El interferes with your patrols to stop you from destroying yourself, your pride and stubbornness clash head-on with her almost aggressive overprotectiveness.
Warnings: angst, regular Gotham violence, arguing under the rain, family issues
Mentions: requested by anon
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My body was failing me. It always did. No matter how hard I trained, it was always that tiny hesitation—that millisecond of doubt—that made me miss a blow and take a counterattack.
A gunshot, a knife, a heavy fist. It always hit me when I didn't see it coming. Sometimes the armor absorbed it; sometimes it didn’t. One way or another, I always ended up stumbling back into the cave, panting through the pain.
"Master Y/N!" Alfred called out, alarmed, on a particularly bad night. "Goodness gracious! What happened to you?"
"Gotham, Alfred," I grunted, clutching my ribs as I collapsed onto the steel steps. "Gotham happened to me."
Alfred helped me over to the medical bay, his hands practiced but visibly tense.
"You need to slow down. This city is damned, and these psychopaths—"
"I know, Alfred," I whispered, the sheer exhaustion weighting down my entire body. "But someone has to do it."
As Alfred set to work cleaning the open gash on my shoulder, I barely felt the sting. Between the blood loss and whatever heavy-duty painkiller he’d pumped into my system, I was barely tethered to reality.
"I have to hold the line until my father and Damian get back..." I muttered under my breath, repeating it like a desperate mantra. It was the only thing keeping my eyes open. They’ll come back. They have to. Once the League of Assassins issue was sorted, Bruce would come back, and I wouldn't have to carry the weight of this entire cursed city on my own anymore.
"They will come back... they will—"
Everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes again, a pair of sharp, piercing blue eyes was staring right down at me.
"What the—" I breathed out, instincts kicking in as I tried to bolt upright. My core betrayed me, screaming in agony, and I fell right back onto the mattress. "Alfred!"
I looked around frantically, but the butler was nowhere to be seen.
"Nice to see you too, Y/N," Kara said, leaning against the edge of the metal table with her arms crossed over her chest. She wore a scowl that could melt steel, her eyes unceremoniously scanning the fresh bandages wrapped tightly around my torso. "Haven't heard a word from you in days."
I gritted my teeth, trying to reach for my suit hanging on the rack nearby, but Kara moved faster than humanly possible. A blur of movement, and suddenly my cracked, bloody tactical chest piece was held casually in her right hand, miles out of my reach.
"Guess you've been busy," she added, her voice dripping with sarcastic irritation.
"I have," I snapped, forcing myself up to sit on the edge of the bed despite the sharp pain in my ribs. "Give it back, Kara."
"Why?" She took a slow step backward, tilting her head. "What are you gonna do? Catch me?"
"I don't have time for your bullshit right now," I growled through clenched teeth.
Above us, the Batcomputer was screaming. Red warning lights flashed violently across the dark cave, echoing against the humid rock walls. Emergency signals from four different sectors at once. I forced my legs to touch the cold ground, intent on pulling a backup Kevlar suit from the vault.
"Master Y/N, please!" Alfred’s voice echoed as he re-entered the medical wing, carrying a fresh tray of surgical tools. "You cannot possibly think about going out again—"
"The GCPD is overwhelmed, Alfred! Sector four is completely—"
A sudden gust of wind hit me square in the face, knocking over two steel chairs and scattering papers across the main console. Before the dust even settled, Kara was gone.
"I am well aware, Master Y/N," Alfred sighed gently, walking over to pick up the fallen chairs. "Which is why I took the liberty of contacting backup."
I sank back onto the edge of the bed, resting my elbows on my knees and shoving my face into my hands.
"Have you heard from my father?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the hum of the cave's generators.
Alfred paused, his silence answer enough. "No, Master Y/N."
"Damian?"
"Still off-grid in Nanda Parbat."
"Dick? Tim? Anyone?"
"Master Dick is still tied up with the mob war in Blüdhaven alongside Master Jason," Alfred said gently. "And Master Tim’s communicator goes straight to encrypted voicemail. I believe the Titans are currently off-world."
I let out a harsh, bitter laugh. Typical. The middle child, the bastard kid of Selina Kyle, left behind to play meat shield for an entire metropolis while the rest of the bat-family fought world-ending threats. My mother was probably sipping margaritas on a beach in the Caribbean with her new boyfriend, not giving a single damn that her kid was bleeding out on a cold cave floor.
"Miss Zor-El has been messaging your phone quite frequently, you know," Alfred noted casually, grabbing a fresh roll of gauze.
"You're checking my texts now?" I grunted.
"Your social calendar has become remarkably hectic in your father's and Master Damian's absence, Master Y/N. I felt it best to manage a few of your emails on your behalf."
I groaned, leaning back. "Don't tell me I have a charity gala to attend tomorrow night too."
Alfred stayed conveniently quiet, suddenly far too absorbed in re-bandaging my arm.
One by one, the frantic red icons on the Batcomputer monitor flickered from flashing emergency crimson to a calm, steady green. The piercing alarm silenced. Sector four: secured. Sector two: neutralized. Supergirl was tearing through Gotham's underworld like a localized hurricane, wrapping up crimes in seconds that would have taken me hours—and half my remaining blood supply—to fix.
And God, I hated it.
Two nights later, I had enough.
I wasn't going to sit around like a useless ghost in my own city. I laced up my boots, strapped on the heavy leather and Kevlar armor of the Shadowhound, and slipped out into the cold Gotham rain before Alfred could stop me.
I dropped quietly onto a rain-slicked rooftop in Crime Alley, the heavy hood pulled low, my cowl masking my face. Down below, a group of Black Mask’s goons were forcing a shipment of illegal military-grade hardware out of the back of a semi-truck.
"Alright, you bastards," I muttered under my breath, flexing my fingers inside my heavy tactical gloves. The built-in taser knuckles hummed faintly, high-voltage electrical currents crackling beneath the reinforced steel plating. "My turn."
I lunged off the ledge, dropping into the dark alleyway like a shadow. I caught the first guy right in the jaw with a heavy, electrified punch, the high-voltage discharge dropping him instantly into the mud. The second one swung a crowbar; I parried, slipped under his guard, and drove a taser-charged knuckle right into his solar plexus, sending agonizing shocks through his spine.
It was going fine. Perfect, even. Until I miscalculated the footing on the slick cobblestones.
My ankle gave way for just a microsecond—that damn hesitation—and the third goon whipped out a sawed-off shotgun, pointing it right at my chest at point-blank range.
Shift left, throw a batarang, duck—
My brain fired the commands, but my exhausted, battered body was too slow.
BOOM.
The sound echoed through the alley, but there was no impact. No heat. No shrapnel tearing through my tactical vest.
Instead, a bright red cape fluttered in front of my face. Kara stood between me and the barrel of the gun. The buckshot had bounced off her back like harmless pebbles, flattening against her skin and falling onto the rain-soaked pavement.
She didn't even bother turning around to face the shooter. She just reached back, grabbed the barrel of the shotgun with one hand, and crushed the steel like an aluminum soda can. The goon shrieked, letting go and scrambling backward in absolute terror before running for his life.
The alley went dead silent, save for the pouring rain and the heavy, furious sound of Kara’s breathing.
She turned around slowly. Her cape was soaked, hair sticking to her face, and her eyes were burning with a mixture of raw panic and absolute fury.
"Are you completely insane?!" she yelled, her voice easily cutting through the sound of the storm. "You can barely walk, Y/N! You have three cracked ribs and a concussion, and you're out here playing target practice with a shotgun?!"
"I had it under control!" I yelled back, stepping up to her face, refusing to back down even though she could snap me in half without trying. "I didn't ask for a babysitter, Kara! Get out of my city!"
"Your city?!" She took a step closer, towering over me, her chest heaving. "You're going to get yourself killed! Look at you! You're bleeding through your bandages right now!"
I looked down. Sure enough, fresh red was seeping through the dark Kevlar on my side. I bit down on my lip, refusing to show pain.
"That is my problem!" I spat, my voice cracking slightly with a mix of anger and sheer, overwhelming exhaustion. "My father left me this city! My brothers aren't here! My mother doesn't give a damn where I am! I am the only one left to keep this place from burning to the ground, and I don't need a god-like alien coming in here to pity me!"
Kara froze. For a second, the anger in her eyes flickered, replaced by something painfully soft—something that looked dangerously like heartbreak.
"Pity you?" she whispered, her voice dropping, suddenly stripped of all its hostility. Step by step, she closed the distance between us until she was standing inches away, her hands hovering over my arms, wanting to touch me, to hold me steady, but afraid I’d pull away. "You think I'm doing this out of pity?"
"Why else would you be here?" I hissed, though my shoulders slumped slightly as my body started to give out under the cold rain. "You have the whole world to protect, Supergirl. Why waste your time on a worthless guard dog?"
Kara reached up, her fingers gently brushing against the edge of my wet cowl. Her touch was impossibly soft for someone who had just crushed a gun with her bare hands.
"Because you're the most stubborn, reckless idiot I've ever met," she muttered, her voice thick with emotion, her blue eyes searching mine. "And because if anything happens to you... if I lose you because you were too proud to let someone help you... I will never forgive myself. Or you."
I opened my mouth to fight back, to throw another bitter retort, but the sheer weight of her words—and the raw, protective warmth in her eyes—caught in my throat.
The rain kept pouring, heavy and unforgiving, but for the first time, I couldn't hold myself up anymore. My knees buckled under the weight of the suit, the pain, and the suffocating isolation I’d been carrying for months.
Kara caught me before I could hit the cold pavement, her arms wrapping firmly around my waist, pulling my dead weight against her chest. I didn't push her away this time. I couldn't.
"This isn't your responsibility, Kara..." my voice cracked, raw and thick with bitter resentment. A shudder ran through my frame as tears finally mixed with the rainwater on my face. "It's not your job to clean up after this family. They should be here helping me. Not you..."
Kara held me tighter, burying her face into the crook of my neck, letting her cape shield us both from the downpour.
"It shouldn't be your responsibility either, Y/N," she whispered softly, her grip steady, grounding me when everything else felt like it was crumbling. "None of this should have fallen on you. But here we are."
She didn't try to lecture me. She didn't offer empty platitudes about duty or heroism. She just stayed, holding me in the middle of a dark Gotham alley until my breathing finally leveled out and the shaking stopped. For the first time since my father left, I let someone else carry the weight.
We made a deal after that night. I stopped running off on solo suicide missions, and Kara stopped barging into the middle of my fights like an overbearing wrecking ball. Instead, Supergirl and Shadowhound became an unexpected pair across the Gotham skyline.
She grounded her speed to match my pace; I learned to swallow my pride and let her handle the heavy armor-piercing threats while I cleared the streets. We bickered through comms—she made fun of my moody brood, I complained about her blindingly bright cape—but for the first time in months, patrol didn't feel like a death march.
A week later, the storm had finally passed over the city, leaving behind a crisp, clear night.
We sat side by side on the gargoyle overlooking the shimmering lights of the Gotham harbor. The Batcomputer had gone quiet for the first time in memory, the streets below peacefully hushed. Beneath my leather armor, the sharp, burning aches in my ribs and shoulder had faded into dull, healing throbs. My body was finally catching up to the rest.
The silence between us wasn't heavy anymore. It felt safe.
I looked down at my gloved hands, watching the faint glow of the city reflect off the reinforced taser knuckles, before turning my gaze to Kara. She was kicking her legs gently over the edge of the building, her blonde hair catching the faint moonlight, looking less like an alien god and more like... just Kara.
Unclenching my jaw, I reached over and slid my hand into hers, lacing my fingers through hers.
Kara paused, looking down at our joined hands before turning her head toward me, a sharp eyebrow slowly arching up.
"Thank you," I muttered softly, breaking the quiet. No defense mechanisms, no bitter deflects—just the truth. "For helping."
A smirk slowly spread across Kara's face—smug, proud, and entirely unrepentant. She let out a soft, theatrical sigh, squeezing my hand tightly as she leaned her shoulder against mine.
"Hold on, let me write this date down," she purred, her eyes dancing with playful arrogance. "The great Shadowhound, Gotham's grumpiest stray, actually saying 'thank you'? Mark your calendar, the world must be ending."
I rolled my eyes under my cowl, letting out a small, quiet huff that was dangerously close to a laugh.
"Don't get used to it, Zor-El."
"Oh, I'm definitely getting used to it," she teased, resting her head lightly against my arm as we looked out over the quiet city. "You love having me around. Admit it."
Summary: As Clark Kent’s childhood best friend, you were used to strange requests to help the Man of Steel. However, the last favor he asked was unlike anything you’d ever done for him: show Kara that Earth is a place worth staying in. Your plan was simple: hit the road and take Krypton’s last daughter to enjoy the Smallville Annual Festival
I was used to getting weird requests from Clark Kent ever since we were kids in Smallville.
Covering my eyes every time he took off his glasses?
Done that.
Explaining to our college professor how he had a chronic bowel issue to cover for his frequent, unexplained absences—even when I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth?
Done that, too.
Taking angry calls from Perry White about Kent’s disappearing acts and offering exclusive leads just to calm him down?
More times than I could count.
I hated interviews, but I did whatever it took to help my best friend—the clumsy reporter Clark Kent, better known as Superman.
I was the first person outside his family to know about his ship, his extraterrestrial origins, and his powers. Even after choosing different career paths, we stayed in touch and ended up living in the same city. Jimmy and Lois became fast friends of mine, and I got to hear about Clark’s unbelievable adventures firsthand. I’d offered my fair share of critiques on his interviews—because some of them were genuinely ridiculous—and I took emergency calls at all hours. The ones coming from the Arctic always came at the stranger moments.
My phone began to vibrate just as I was slipping into my pajamas, ready to crash after an exhausting day. Clark wouldn't call me at this hour without a good reason.
"Hey, Y/N on the line. Everything okay?"
"Yeah..." Clark dragged out the vowel with a sharper sense of nervousness than usual. "Did you see the news? The UFO heading toward Earth?"
"Yeah." Total silence on the line. "Don't tell me it's from Krypton."
Clark let out a laugh that was half joy, half panic.
"I'm at the Fortress with her, but she doesn't speak our language. I think her name is Kara and—" A sharp bark interrupted him. "She has a dog."
"An alien dog?" I questioned. "Is he green with five eyes?"
"No, he actually just looks like a stray." Clark paused, thoughtful. "Maybe he's a Kryptonian purebred, there's no way to know—" More barking cut him off, and I heard Clark groan. He had to step away to finish the call. "Can you teach her English?"
"Excuse me?"
"It's your field!"
"I'm a Lacanian psychoanalyst specializing in bibliotherapy. How is English my field?"
Clark sighed, utterly defeated.
"I don't know who else to ask."
I rolled my eyes and finally abandoned my pajamas.
"Fine. Is she staying at your apartment?" No response. "Clark?"
"That's a good question."
Clark didn't have a plan. He was as happy as a kid who just found a stray puppy, but he had nothing figured out beyond the fact that I was going to teach his countrywoman English.
It took us a few weeks to find a rhythm. Kara left the Fortress and moved to Metropolis after the robots made it clear she shouldn't use her powers without a hero costume.
The dialogue between them was fast, blunt, and far too alien for me to understand, but the robots' help was useful at the start. Once we could communicate on a basic level, I began giving her lessons at Clark’s apartment.
I introduced her to human music—not the pop hits Clark loved, but *real* human music, raw and full of emotion. I tracked down an old Walkman for her, packed with cassettes of the tracks she liked best.
She was a fast learner—until Clark came to me one day, his face completely pale.
"She wants to leave."
"From your apartment?"
"From Earth, Y/N." The pain in my friend's voice was raw. "She says this isn't her home, and she's leaving."
I stayed silent.
I couldn't blame her. In her shoes, I wouldn't have done anything different. If I had the choice, I’d leave this planet behind too and search for a new home in the vastness of space. Maybe she’d find a new Krypton. Maybe she’d find something that reminded her of home.
"Y/N." Clark grabbed my shoulders, unaware of the thoughts running through my mind. "I need you to remind her why it's worth staying on this planet."
"Clark—"
"Please," he begged. "I can't protect her out there. And I... I don't want to lose my family again. Please. Show her how good Earth can be."
Well, I agreed. I took that request as a personal mission to figure out for myself how a planet so full of cruelty and death could actually be good.
It didn't start off great—Kara discovered she could get drunk on other planets and leaned into that heavily—but eventually, I managed to convince her to go to a festival in Smallville with me. We met at Clark's apartment, and she insisted on flying us there.
"No," I replied with a faint smile. "We're taking my truck."
"It's going to take hours."
"Yep."
"We could be there in minutes."
"Yep."
She stared at me like I was an absolute idiot.
"What's the point?"
"The beauty is in the journey, young alien," I teased, guiding her toward the car.
I played a mixtape of her favorite heavy, melancholic tunes on the stereo, and I caught the slight, hidden curve of a smile on her face as we ate up the miles.
When we hit a quiet, straight stretch of empty country road, I pulled over onto the shoulder and stepped out. I walked around to the passenger side, opened her door, and gestured for her to get out.
"Your turn."
Once again, she looked at me like I was a monkey trying to perform a trick.
"You drive."
"I fly."
"Today, you drive." Gently, I took her hand and guided her out of the truck. "Come on. It's an automatic, you'll be fine."
And honestly? She was a natural. After a few brief instructions, she was handling the truck as if she'd been driving for years.
I reached over, cranked the volume on the radio, and rolled down the windows.
"What are you doing?"
"Showing you the Earth equivalent of flying." I pointed down at her foot. "Hit the gas."
I didn't have to tell her twice. Within seconds, we were speeding down the deserted road, the rush of wind hitting our faces along with the blast of the radio and the roar of the engine. It was an intense sensory overload: the wind, the rumble of the chassis, the music, the smell of fresh fields pouring through the open windows.
It was hard to tear my eyes away once I saw the wide, fierce smile spreading across Kara's face.
I let her drive all the way to Smallville. I gave her a few pointers on how to park, but gave up after her third attempt. The truck was parked horribly crooked, but the town's parking enforcement would just have to forgive me this once.
"Did Clark ever tell you about Smallville's annual festival?"
"No," Kara answered, her bright eyes already scanning the string lights and decorations lining the street toward a crowded square. "He only talks about Metropolis."
"Yeah, he loves that city, but..." I gestured for her to walk with me. "One thing big cities always lose is the soul of local craft. Don't get me wrong, I love garbage fast food as much as the next guy, but local ice cream? Mrs. Lorsen's homemade mead?" I shook my head. "Best things on Earth. I can prove it."
I dragged Kara to the ice cream stand first, glancing back over my shoulder to make sure she was still trailing behind me. We joined the line, and I was determined to find the right flavor for her.
"Do you prefer sweet, bitter, or sweet-and-sour?"
"Bitter."
I laughed—not surprised in the slightest.
The orders came out fast: blueberry yogurt for me, and dark chocolate with candied orange peel for her. Naturally, I bought both for her, maintaining the illusion that the yogurt one was mine just to keep things casual.
Clark Kent was going to be the death of me—I've never known how to be casual about anything in my life.
Kara ate her scoop in absolute, hyper-focused silence, suddenly deeply invested in one of Earth's finest culinary achievements. When I offered her a bite of mine, she took the entire cone out of my hand without missing a beat.
We kept wandering: caramelized peanuts, greasy hot dogs, and a cup of local mead that made Kara knit her brows in skepticism.
"You're going to get drunk on this?"
"Hey, it's fine. You're driving back," I bantered, guiding her toward a grassy slope where I unrolled a vintage blanket.
People were gathering around a wooden stage for the main event—a local Bluegrass band that had made it big nationally, but always came back home to play.
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the Kansas sky in deep shades of purple and burnt orange. Kara sat beside me on the blanket, her posture stiff as her sharp eyes scanned the crowd—kids chasing fireflies, couples swaying under string lights, the quiet joy of a life she hadn't grown up with.
"They're so fragile," she murmured, her voice losing its usual sharp edge. "A single storm could destroy this town. They live like nothing bad will ever happen."
"That's the point," I said softly, staring out at the stage as the musicians tuned their instruments. "They know it can. They just choose to live anyway."
Kara looked at me, a tight frustration lingering in her eyes. "This place... it isn't Krypton. It just feels like a stop on a map where I don't belong."
I took a quiet breath, resting my hands on my knees.
"My mom died when I was ten," I said quietly, the memory bringing a familiar, dull ache to my chest. "For a long time after that, this planet, this town, even Smallville... none of it felt like home anymore. The walls were the same, the streets were the same, but the place I knew was completely gone. I thought if I moved away, if I ran far enough, I’d find that feeling again."
Kara went completely still, her gaze locking onto mine.
"It was Clark who helped me understand that I had a new home," I continued, turning to look at her. "It wasn't like the old one. It never is. And I still miss home, but... he told me he missed me all summer. I had gone away for a summer job far from Smallville back then—I just needed to get out of here—but he missed me. He recorded the songs on the radio that I missed while I was gone, making a collection of tapes so we could listen to them together when I came back."
I paused, emotion creeping into my throat, thickening my voice. I took a deep breath to steady myself before concluding.
"You lost the people who wanted you on Krypton, Kara. But you found people who want you on Earth. Clark wants you, even if he doesn't say it in those exact words." I met her eyes directly, letting every ounce of honesty I had settle into the quiet space between us. "I want you here."
The last sentence hung in the air with immense weight. Kara froze. Her blue eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching in her chest as those three words crashed through the defensive walls she had spent months building. It wasn't just a friendly reassurance—it was an anchor. Someone standing right in front of her, looking past the alien powers, past the crest on her chest, and choosing her.
Before the silence could overwhelm us, the band on stage burst into life.
It wasn't a sad melody. An upbeat, driving rhythm kicked in as the banjo, fiddle, and acoustic guitar collided in a bright, soaring melody. It was a soulful, motivating bluegrass anthem—a song about picking up the pieces, finding unexpected warmth in cold places, and opening your heart to a new kind of love when you least expect it.
The energy swept over the crowd, people clapping and lifting their drinks, the music filling the cool night air with vibrant, contagious hope.
It caught Kara off guard. The emotional gravity of my words merged with the uplifting melody, distracting her from her heavy thoughts, yet somehow making everything clearer. A soft, breathless laugh escaped her lips—a sound of pure relief.
Her hand found mine on the blanket. Her fingers intertwined with mine, squeezing tightly—not with super-strength, but with a fierce, grounded warmth.
I took one last, ambitious swig of Mrs. Lorsen’s homemade mead, setting the empty cup aside, and pulled on her hand to yank her to her feet.
"Come on," I said, a little too enthusiastically. "We're dancing."
Kara stumbled up, blinking in disbelief as she looked at our joined hands and then back up at my face.
"Are you insane?" she scoffed, though she didn't pull away. She planted her feet firmly on the grass, giving me a sharp, skeptical look. "You're drunk. Look at your cheeks—you look like a sunburned radish."
"I am not drunk, I am culturally engaged," I corrected, flashing a wide, unabashedly foolish smile.
Before she could object any further, I took her other hand and gently guided her into the rhythm of the bluegrass band. I wasn't doing anything complex—just a slow, easy sway that matched the uplifting pulse of the music. Kara grumbled under her breath, calling me an idiot in a low, alien dialect I couldn't translate, but her body eventually yielded. She let me steer her in small, effortless circles right there on the edge of the blanket, under the warm glow of the string lights.
Kara stared at me for a long, quiet moment. The heavy shield she carried around herself—the anger, the defensive pride, the desperate need to prove she was strong—seemed to soften, just a fraction.
A slow, genuine smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It wasn't the competitive grin from earlier. It was real.
"Your people are ridiculous." she muttered, though there was no bite in her tone.
"I agree."
"Your truck drives like a tank," She went on.
"Hey, respect the classic," I chuckled.
"The chocolate orange flavor was better than the blueberry," she stated bluntly after a few minutes.
"You ate both, Kara. You don't get to judge."
"I'm a guest on your planet. It's called hospitality."
I laughed, shaking my head as I pulled her closer.
Eventually, the song wound down to a soft, lingering finish, but we didn't move. With my hand still around her waist, her face was close enough that I could see the reflection of the carnival lights in her eyes. Night was falling, and another song began—but for a moment that seemed to last forever, it was just the two of us on the entire planet.
Clark thought I needed to convince her that Earth was a place worth staying in. But as I watched Kara Zor-El—the girl who survived the death of a world—finally relax her shoulders and take a deep breath of Kansas night air, I realized the truth.
Home wasn't a place. It wasn't an old house or a lost planet—home was shared laughter, being remembered when you're far away, and dancing so close that the whole world seems to disappear.
Without a word of warning, she leaned in, her hand brushing against my cheek as her lips pressed gently against mine.
It wasn't a fierce or desperate kiss. It was quiet, tender, and lingering—a silent answer to everything I had confessed to her moments before. When she pulled back, I stole another kiss from her and resumed our simple dance, making her laugh softly.
She didn't magically feel like Earth was completely her home yet—the ghost of Krypton was too vast to disappear in a single evening. But as she looked at me with that rare, faint smile, a soft warmth settling over her features, I knew something fundamental had shifted. She may not have felt fully at home on this planet, but for the first time since her world burned, Kara Zor-El smiled simply because she felt wanted again.
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Y/N's POV
"Ah~. Come on, Y/N, can you please just go out with me for once~?" Sohee-Noona bugged and I groaned.
For the last ten minutes, I was in the middle of a gaming session with the boys, it was all going peaceful and well until my Noona barged into my room uninvited and won't stop begging me to come hangout with her friends.
Despite my efforts to focus on the game and ignore her obnoxious antics, she takes off my headset and steals my controller.
"Hey! Give that back!" I demanded and she smiled.
"Only if you agree to hangout with me~," She replied and I sighed.
"Promise?" I hesitantly asked.
"Promise," She answered after nodding.
She hands me back the controller and headset before throwing me one of my outfits and telling me to put it on.
Changing into the clothes that Sohee-Noona gave me, I went down the stairs and she took my head leading me into her expensive ass mercedes benz AMG.
Did I forget to mention that she's an idol? That's why she can afford all the luxury products she wants and my closet is full of Gucci and Louis Vuitton clothes that she gifted me in the past.
Anyway, she drives me over to wherever the meeting location is, which is a fancy restaurant.
"We're here, little bro," She nudged.
We get out of the car, and there were too other girls waving at us and I assumed it was Sohee's friends.
"Hey, Sohee~!" One of them greeted.
"Sup, Rina! How have you been~?" Sohee greeted and they hugged each other.
"Eh, nothing much," She answered and her other friend eyed me.
"Is this your step bro that you mentioned?" She asked and she nodded.
"Yep, this is Kim Y/N, my step brother," Sohee answered and she nodded.
"I see, well, Y/N, my name is Giselle and this here is Karina. It's nice to finally see you~," Giselle introduced herself and I chuckled.
Sohee locked arms with me, I followed her lead into the restaurant, and we checked in with the waiter. He leads us into a private dining room full of fancy silverware and plates.
"Please have a seat, ladies," The waiter insisted.
I sat across from Giselle with Karina sitting next to her and I sat next to Sohee-Noona. The waiter pours water into our glasses.
"I'll give you all time to decide what you wish to order," He said before leaving the room.
Looking through the menu, the prices were ridiculously expensive with steak and lobster being over $50 each but I knew it wouldn't even put a dent on Sohee's account.
"I think I want to try the salmon," Karina mentioned.
"Mind as well get the salmon too," Giselle replied.
Examining the seafood selections I felt something rubbing my ankle and I looked down to see it was Karina responsible. I peeked over the menu and she was acting all natural.
Rolling my eyes, I decide I'll go with the medium-rare wagyu steak, and Sohee-Noona goes with the lobster tails.
"So, Y/N, what do you do for a living?" Giselle curiously asked.
"Uhm, for now, college," I answered.
"Ah, what are you studying?" She asked.
"Engineering," I simply replied and she nodded.
Still feeling the sensation of Karina's bare feet rubbing on my feet, I felt her move up to my leg and my thigh making me nervous.
Sohee-Noona gave me a look of concern and asked what was wrong but I asssured everything was fine and Karina was still playing the innocent one.
"Do you have a girlfriend by any chance~?" Karina asked and I shook my head.
"No, not interested in finding one yet," I answered and she smiled.
"I see, well, I'm always available if you're interested," She teasingly suggested and I blushed making her giggle.
It didn't help that Karina was starting to spice things up, she moved her foot to my crotch and I grinned resisting her temptations.
Thankfully, they didn't pay any mind to me as the waiter comes in to write down our orders. Once we finished making our orders he exits the room and I sighed in relief.
"I must say, bestie, your little bro is cute~," Giselle butted in.
"I know right~?" Sohee replied before ruffling my hair.
"Aish, stop it Noona!" I annoyingly said and pushed her hand off my head.
"Awww~. Look at the cutie~," Giselle teased.
Excusing myself to go to the restroom, Sohee grabbed my hand asking if I needed help but I refused her offer. I walked out the room, easily found the restroom.
Right when I was about to enter the bathroom, my hand was grabbed and I was forced into the woman's bathroom.
Before I could figure out who snatched me, a finger was placed on my lips telling me to keep quiet and I was shocked to see it was Karina who had a smirk plastered on her face.
"W-What are you doing...?" I nervously asked.
Without saying a word, she drags me into an empty stall, locks the door, and gets on her knees rubbing my dick.
"Oh, baby boy~. You've had my attention the moment I've laid eyes on you and you know how idols always get what they want... Right?" She asked and I nodded.
"Well, do you know what I want right now~?" She seductively asked and I gulped as she came up to my ear before whispering... "You,"
Before I knew it, she unbuckles my belt, pulls down my pants and underwear revealing my monsterous cock making her drool at the size.
"Good, I never knew you had such a big cock, baby~," She moaned before jerking it off slowly.
Flinching at her delicate touch, my cock hardens and grows and she eventually takes it into her warm mouth and I moaned.
Bobbing up and down, I was nervous that someone could walk in here and catch us.
"N-Noona, what if someone catches us?" I asked and she takes my cock out of my mouth.
"You let me worry about that~," She answered before going back to blow me.
She kept going for the next ten minutes and I couldn't resist to cum inside her mouth and she swallowed every bit of it with delight.
"Mmmm~. So tasty~. Mommy will have more of you later~," She said before helping me put my pants back up.
We quietly come out of the bathroom, rejoin the others at the dining room and they wondered what took us so long? Karina lied saying that she came to check on me and had a little accident.
As embarrassing as it is, they bought it, and the waiter comes in with a tray of mouth watering dishes.
The food was the best I've ever tasted in my life, the steak was juicy and tender, and my Noona's enjoyred their food as much as I did.
After we finished eating, my Noona's paid the pill and left the waiter a generous tip before leaving the restuarant.
Looking up at the sky, it was cloudy as hell meaning it was gonna rain soon-
Well I spoke too soon didn't I? Out of nowhere, the rain came pouring in and everyone immediately seeked shelter in the restuarant, took out their umbrellas, and rushed to their cars.
Unfortunately, I had nothing to protect me from the rain and in no time I was soaking wet. I've never in my life felt so miserable. My socks were wet. My feet are wet.
"Omo~. Come on, let's go~!" Sohee-Noona said and we rushed back to the car.
Karina and Giselle ran back to their respective sports cars and we met up at Aespa's dorm. Since Winter and Ningning are away visiting friends and family, it would be just us four.
We hurried back to their dorm, I was soaking wet, I was cold as shit and felt like I bathed in snow fully naked.
We entered their dorm, Karina guides me to the bathroom and Giselle places a spare change of clothes on the counter.
"Mind giving me some privacy Noona?" I asked and she gave me a devious smirk.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?" She asked and I shook my head.
"No, Noona, I'm fine," I assured and she pouted before leaving me alone.
Taking off my drenched clothes, I hop inside the shower, turn the knob for the warm water. Feeling the water flowing through my skin felt euphoric as ever and the coldess immediately faded away.
However, I cannot help but feel as if I'm being watched, I looked out the shower glass and I was surprised to see someone's phone camera recording me.
"Yah! What the hell?!" I called out and whoever it was ran off.
I could only guess it was one of my Noona's trying to get a peak at me and use the footage to rub their pussies later.
Anyway, I finished taking my shower, I put on the spare change of clothes but they were tight as shit as they were made for girls and it didn't help that the sweatpants were showing my bulge.
Thinking of a way to cover it up, I grabbed one of the towels on the rack, warpped it around me. I looked rediculous but it was only for one night.
I walk down the stairs, I got lots of looks from the girls wondering why I was still wearing a towel around my waist.
"Uhm, Y/N, is the pants I gave you too small?" Giselle asked.
"Huh? Oh, it's fine," I answered with a reassuring smile.
"Okay then...?" She awkwardly muttered before going back to watch her shows.
Looks like they bought it for now... I sit on the couch along with Sohee-Noona and she wraps her arm around my neck. Slowly pulling my head to lay her shoulder.
"Noona when can we leave?" I quietly asked.
"As soon as the storm passes," She answered and I nodded.
While finding peace and solace laying on Sohee-Noona's shoulder, I felt a tug on the towel and I opened my eyes seeing Karina with a rather curious look on her face.
"Yah, Noona what are you doing?" I asked and she gave me a skeptical look.
"What's the towel for?" She asked and I gulped.
Suddenly, the show began playing an errotic scene making me slightly erected. Giselle was all too focus on the show and Sohee-Noona was fast asleep while Karina went on the assault on my pants.
I signalled her to stop but she didn't take the hint so I quietly tried to get her hands off the towel.
"I just want a look!" She quietly said and I shook my head.
"What is going on...?" Sohee-Noona asked before yawning and when saw what was going on.
"Yah! Rina! What are you doing?!" She angrily asked and Karina-Noona huffed.
"I just want to know why Y/N's wearing a towel for..." She answered before crossing her arms.
Then Giselle turned her attention toward us, she asked what was wrong and I explained the situation. She rolled her eyes in amusement and demanded to take my towel off.
At first, I refused but I didn't have a say as Giselle forcefully took the towel away from my waist and their jaws dropped seeing the massive bulge in my tight sweatpants.
"Now what do we have here...?" Giselle asked as she examined my dick poking out my sweatpants.
"U-Uhhhh..." I muttered as I was too flustered to say anything.
Sohee-Noona smirked and nodded to the others, Giselle and Karina nodded back with an devious smile. It was obvious they were up to something.
"W-What's going on?" I nervously asked and they giggled.
"Oh, you're so silly you know that~? We planned this whole thing all along~," Karina answered and my eyes widened.
"W-What?!" I exclaimed.
"You weren't exactly paying attention to the weather forecast so we planned this hangout. We knew you'd be drenched in no time so we figured it'd be convenient to bring you to our dorm," Giselle explained and I was speechless.
"N-Noona? Why?" I asked and she giggled.
"Remember that lost bet a while back? If you don't get a girlfriend by this year, will take you ourselves," She asked and I nodded.
"Y-Yes, but I thought you all were just joking!" I replied and they laughed.
"Oh, you innocent child, you should know better that we don't play around with such things. Now you belong to us~," Sohee-Noona whispered the last part sending chills down my spine.
I was pinned to the bed with Giselle and Sohee-Noona holding my arms down, my pants along with my underwear were pulled down revealing my ten inch monter cock.
"So yummy and delicate, what a beautiful cock your little baby has~," Giselle admired.
"I know~," Sohee-Noona replied before licking her lips.
"We're going to make sure your balls are drained tonight~," Giselle whispered in my ear.
Not wasting a moment, Karina and Giselle switched places, she takes my cock in her warm mouth, and she was tighter than Karina's mouth and it felt amazing.
"Does her mouth feel good baby~," Karina asked and I viciously nodded.
Giselle encouraged by my words of compelation, she bobs her head faster and I moaned loader before Karina shuts me up placing her lips onto mine.
Slipping her tongue inside of my mouth, I easily lost the battle for domination as she was more experienced than I am. My mind was also occupied being sucked off by Giselle and I was starting to edge.
"I-I'm going to cum!" I warned and but she kept going so I came in her mouth.
"Mmm~. What a delicious treat that was~," Giselle moaned out after licking her lips after eating a scrumptious meal.
"Let's get into the main show now~. I already tasted my little brother a many times before, am I right~?" She sedutively asked and I slowly nodded.
Yep, Sohee-Noona and I did do it sometimes whenever she felt horny besides we're not even blood related and I didn't have a say in anything.
"Alrighty then," Giselle replied before stripping naked revealing her delicate and thicc figure.
"Let's not keep our baby waiting then~," Karina said before also stripping naked and I drool at her massive tits.
"Aww~. Is my baby boo a tit guy~?" She teasingly asked and I nervously nodded.
"There's no need to be ashamed in that~," Sohee-Noona assured before taking off her clothes.
To my surprise all together, they did their best to wrap their boobs around my dick and it was the most amazing feeling ever. My mind and body was going to be broken if these sexy girls made me came.
My dick drowning in these girls titties and it didn't take long for me to squirt out my cum all over their bodies and faces.
"Wow, you came a lot for us, baby~. You must really love our tits~," Giselle pointed out.
Exhausted out, I panted to catch my breath as these girls were made me go through nothing but pure ecstasy and pleasure but they were far from done with me.
Without warning, Karina slams her pussy onto my dick making me yelp and she began riding me like an angry bull.
"Oh fuck yes~!" She screamed while riding me and I loudly moan.
Then, I was smothered by Sohee-Noona's and Giselle's tits forcing me to suck them and play with them at the same time. I tried my best to multi-task between the three ladies.
"Mmm~. You're doing such a good job, baby~," Sohee-Noona complemented before moaning.
About ten minutes in, Karina was already close to cumming and I put my hands on her hips to thrust into her and she squirted all over my dick.
"That was great..." Karina muttered before climbing off.
"Me next~!" Giselle announced and inserts my cock into her pussy.
Hardly believing how tight as hell she was, I clenched my face as she slowly began riding me. Giselle could only scream out of pleasure as she picked up the pace.
I was about to cum deep inside of her womb until she squirted all over my dick making me nearly blue ball.
"Well now, guess those two weren't enough, and you were edged twice, right?" Sohee-Noona asked and I nodded.
"Hehe~. Allow me to help you with that~," She said and got on all fours. She lightly shakes her plum ass signalling me to fuck her and I did so with delight.
Going in and out as fast and hard as I can, Sohee-Noona kept moaning out my name and I gave her ass a few spankings making her yelp.
I grabbed her tits and played with it adding to the pleasure as I pounded the living daylights out of her.
"H-How... Ah! C-Close?" She stuttered.
"Very close, Noona!" I warned.
"Then fuck me like it's the last thing you'll ever do on this planet! Breed me!" She demanded.
Giving into her demands, I picked up the pace and went slammed my dick into her in and out making her a moaning mess. About ten seconds later, we came at the same time and I sighed in relief as my balls are now drained.
I collapsed onto the couch, I could barely feel my hip or my legs or even my cock. Then, the three sexy girls slowly climbed up and hurdled up to me.
"You were amazing, baby~," Giselle said before pecking my cheek.
"We should do this everyday~," Karina suggested and pecked my other cheek.
"If you ever feel fustrated, horny, or needy, just ask one of us and will be more than happy to help you as long as you help us," Sohee-Noona said and I thanked her before pecking her lips.
Right after that stormy night, my life changed 360 with mostly pleasing the girl's needs. We did it in the changing room, the bathrooms, our cars, and hell even in public places when no one is looking.
But all I cared about was that I could be with them and grateful that I have such graceful and beautiful girls to look after me.
Wanda Maximoff was the school's sweetheart, everyone who knew her either wanted to be her friend or partner. Although she never truly wanted to be in a relationship as she was focused on her studies, especially as her father who was the Synagogue Rabbi. Oleg Maximoff was well respected among the Jewish Congregation in Westview, so his children were also expected to surpass the community's expectations, but there was one person who was quite the opposite.
Y/N Y/L/N, they were the school's bad influence, always skipping class to get high under the bleachers. Always taunting those who surpassed the school's expectations. They even had their eye on Wanda Maximoff, she was beautiful and they wanted her. That was all they knew.
"So, Stark is throwing a party on Friday." Nat spoke as she stood beside Wanda, leaning on the lockers.
"You know I can't go." Wanda told her.
"Just tell your parents we're having a sleepover." Nat told her. "Yelena will keep track of my parent's phone to keep our story."
"I don't know Nat." She whispered as she closed her locker, holding her books close to her chest.
"Come on." Nat pleaded. "I need my best friend there, besides, it's senior year. Live a little."
"Fine." She gave in as Nat squealed as she skipped.
"This is going to be so fun." Nat spoke excitedly as they walked to their next class. The two soon spotted Y/N, who sat in the seat at the back of the class. "You're in our seat." Nat told him as he shrugged.
"There's other seats." He pointed out as the two spotted one seat beside Bruce.
"But we always sit together." Nat told him firmly.
"Well, I guess you're on your own now." He smirked as he watched the two.
"Nat, just sit next to Bruce." Wanda told her. "It's only for an hour." Nat just sighed as she walked away as Wanda took the seat beside Y/N. He smirked as he watched her place her books down as the teacher walked in. "Aren't you getting your books out?" Wanda asked him as he smiled at her.
"I don't do books." He shrugged as she shook her head before turning her attention to the teacher. She soon felt his hand in her thigh as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You smell delicious today." He teased as he squeezed her thigh.
"Stop it." She growled as she pushed his hand away from her. "I am trying to learn."
"Of course." He leaned back as Wanda took notes. "Maybe you can tutor me sometime?" He questioned as he wriggled his eyebrows. "And I can help you in other ways." He whispered as he bit her earlobe.
"Ok, you will be paired with the person sitting next to you for the rest of the semester." The teacher said as she handed out worksheets. "I want you to work on the information I have given you to complete your project."
"Seriously?" Wanda whispered as she caught Nat's eyes, an apologetic look on her face as Y/N chuckled beside Wanda.
"Looks like we will be spending more time together sweetheart." He teased her as she started to pack her things. "So where shall we meet?" He questioned.
"Your place." She told him bluntly. "After school." With that, she hurried out of the classroom. Y/N smirked as he watched her walk away, earning a glare from Nat as they walked to their next class.
Although Y/N had bad intentions at first, he never expected to actually like the person Wanda is. The more time he spent with her, the more he found himself changing. He spent a majority of his time helping his Uncle at his auto shop, repairing cars and changing tires.
"You're spending an awful lot of time here." His Uncle smiled as Y/N came in after dropping Wanda at home after working on their project.
"I need the money." He told him as he started by grabbing the tools his Uncle needed.
"Or is it because of a certain brunette you've been hanging around." He smirked as Y/N shook his head.
"We're working on a project together." He told him. "Also, Stark is throwing a party tomorrow and I thought I would go."
"Ok." He nodded. "Just be careful and don't drive."
"I won't be drinking." He told him honestly. "You know I don't drink."
"But you smoke." He stated as Y/N shrugged
"That's different." He told him. "I do that for a purpose."
"I have offered to pay for therapy." He told him as they turned the engine over. "You don't have to deal with everything on your own son."
"I know." He told him as he moved to the next car. "I just. It's hard opening up so I like to be alone most of the time."
"Have you even bothered to talk to Val?" He questioned as Y/N shook his head.
"She is still out of state with her family." Y/N answered. "Her mom has been helping their Grandpa since his wife passed." He watched as Y/N walked away, throwing the rag on the side as he left the garage.
Wanda headed out to Nat's car that morning, a pep in her step as she threw her bag in the backseat. As soon as Nat started to drive, Wanda turned to face her.
"So, are you excited for tonight?" Nat questioned as Wanda nodded, a nervous smile on her face.
"Just a little nervous too." She admitted. "What if my father finds out?" She questioned as Nat shrugged.
"That won't happen." She told her. "We have a plan, you can call your mom before we leave, tell her we're watching Miss Congeniality, one and two after we have finished our homework. Then maybe we can watch A Cinderella Story before we go to bed." She turned into her usual spot. "And if your mom calls to talk to you, Yelena will answer and tell her that you're asleep."
"What if she asks to talk to me?" Wanda questioned.
"Well, I don't know." Nat Sighed as the two got out of the car and started their day. Y/N had taken the seat beside Wanda in their classes, she even spotted him defending her twin brother. Pietro wasn't the strongest lad, he was on the track team so he never did many weights, she eyed the two as Y/N helped him up off of the floor, biting her lip as she watched him check on Pietro before he disappeared.
"Checking out the bad boy?" Carol Danvers sneered as she stood behind Wanda.
"I was checking my brother." She told her before she walked away. "In case you didn't see, he was just pushed down by your friends."
"I know." She laughed as she followed Wanda to her locker. "And I can see that you like Y/N."
"What makes you think that?" Wanda laughed as Carol smirked.
"I can see the way you look at him." She snarled. "But he is mine." With that she left as Wanda let out a breath. Putting her things away in her locker before she met Nat on the field for cheer practice.
"Are you ok?" Nat questioned as the two stretched, Wanda only nodded with a small smile before they started on the routine. Of course Y/N watched from his spot under the bleachers, rolling his eyes as he heard Carol approach him.
"Hey babe." She sauntered over to him, taking the smoke from between his lips.
"What do you want, Carol?" He questioned as he tried to look past her as Wanda did the routine.
"Do you want to maybe share a ride tonight?" She asked as he shook his head no.
"I'm good, thanks." He told her with a fake smile.
"Come on, maybe I can do something for you again." She said as her fingers danced along his arm.
"No." He told her. "You only gave me head because you wanted to bum a joint from me."
"And? I still did it." She scoffed. "Wanda won't do anything like that, she's the Rabbi's good little girl."
"Don't." He growled as he pushed her against the wall. "Talk about her like that."
"Or what?" She challenged as he wrapped his hand around her neck.
"I will make the last of your senior year hell and you know it." He moved away and started to leave her as she gathered herself, finding his domineering side arousing.
Wanda entered Tony's house arm in arm with Nat. Watching how everyone was already intoxicated, making out or grinding on each other.
"I'm going to get a drink." Nat told her as she just nodded, watching as she disappeared into the kitchen.
"You look out of place." Y/N said as they stood beside Wanda.
"This isn't really my scene." She admitted as he hummed.
"Soda?" He asked as he held out an unopened can of cola.
"Thank you." She smiled as she took it from him.
"Come on." He gestured to the yard as she nodded, taking his hand as he led her through the bodies grinding sloppily. "Nat dragged you here." He started as Wanda nodded. "What would you be doing if she hadn't?"
"What?" She laughed as he smiled, taking a cigarette and lighting it.
"I just want to know you Wanda." He told her honestly.
"I would be at home, watching TV or reading." She told him honestly as she watched him take a drag. "They will kill you, you know." She told him as he looked at the cigarette in his hand.
"I know." He told her. "It just helps me clear my mind sometimes."
"Because of your parents." She whispered as he sighed. "That's why you don't drink."
"I need another drink." He told her before walking away, Wanda felt bad about her words so she followed them outside to their car, Nat watched as she stood beside Maria.
"I'm sorry Y/N." She told him as he leaned on his car. "I shouldn't have said that."
"No." He whispered as he looked up, taking a deep breath. "It's not something that comes easy to me. Talking about it, my feelings. That just isn't me."
"You can talk to me if you ever need to." She told him softly as he just nodded.
"Do you want to go on a drive with me?" He asked her as she just nodded, watching as he opened the door for her. She smiled as she got it, only waiting a brief moment for Y/N to get in the driver's side.
"So?" Wanda questioned as he parked up at the look out.
"I like you." He blurted out. "I do, I just have this feeling when I'm around you. Like I don't have to be fake."
"Y/N." Wanda started as he shook his head.
"I don't expect you to say anything Wanda, I know I am not the best guy to be around but you make me want to be better." He told her, she only saw honesty in his eyes. "I just, you make me want to be a better me and I feel like I can open up to you."
"I don't know what to say." She whispered as she looked away.
"It's ok." He told her. "Don't say anything." He whispered as he caressed her cheek, gazing into her eyes. Her breath quickened as he slowly leaned in. "Tell me to stop." He told her as he inched closer, his lips ghosting hers. She sighed as his lips touched hers. The kiss was soft and gentle, nothing more as he never wanted to push her, nor make her feel uncomfortable.
As the days went on, turning into weeks. He would take her on dates to the movies, carnival or just for a walk along the beach. He also did his research on her religion, although he was an atheist, he respected Wanda and her family's beliefs.
Shavuot had soon approached and Wanda had invited him to come along to celebrate, so he dressed in a suit. Fixing his tie as he waited at the door for Wanda, he had already purchased a skull cap to place upon his head.
"Hi." She beamed as she kissed his cheek, he smiled as he saw Wanda in a respectable dress. Her hair flowing down over her shoulders.
"Hi." He whispered as he gazed into her eyes, oddly enough his favourite sight to see in this life.
"My father is already at the synagogue." She told him as she pulled him inside to introduce him to her mom. "Mother, this is Y/N, my boyfriend." She told her proudly.
"Hello." She smiled at Y/N, he gulped as he was visibly intimidated by her.
"Hi." He choked out as her mother smiled at Wanda.
"We should get going dear." She told her, Wanda nodded as she pulled Y/N outside, pulling him to his car as he sighed.
"I am nervous, Wan." He whispered as she chuckled, getting in the passenger seat.
"It's ok." She told him. "They'll like you." He just nodded as he drove.
All through Shavuot, Wanda watched as he listened intently to her father, his hands remained in his pockets as he spoke. She even spotted her father's smile as he patted Y/N's back, everyone seemed to like how he took the time to learn about her family's religion.
Even as the weeks passed and graduation was upon them, Wanda approached Y/N at his car.
"Let's drive." She told him as he nodded, the two got in as he drove to the lookout. Wanda unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to face him. "I love you." She breathed out. "I guess I always had a crush on you but seeing how you were with my family and our religious traditions, I couldn't not fall even more than I already have." She cupped his face. "I am in love with you Y/N. I just need you to know before we finish school and move on to college or jobs but I do. I love you so fucking much."
"I love you too." He breathed out as he lunged forward, kissing her with love and passion, soon making out as their tongues danced together, but neither wanted to go any further just yet as Y/N wanted her first time to be special and he was willing to wait as long as needed.
