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Andrew nNeiman smut after a amazing performance high
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Performance of a Lifetime
Andrew Neiman x female reader
Word Count: 1599
After an exciting performance, the reader knows just the way to tire her boyfriend out.
Warning: Literally smut. Minors DNI.
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I loved watching Andrew perform. It was one of the things that drew me to him, the dedication and skill he had. As he played, it was like he would become a totally different person. That was no different now as I watched him go song after song almost without stopping for the whole two hours of the show.
Sitting in the front row, I could see the exhaustion on his face and the sweat pouring off of him, dampening his hair and dress shirt. He always looked so enticing like that. All around me, the audience stood to their feet in applause, I followed, clapping my hands excitedly.
The curtains closed and I was immediately grabbing my purse and pushing my way through the crowd. Thankfully, being in the front row made it easier to get to the exit closest to stage right. In the hallway, musicians were standing around chatting about the concert they had just finished and what they may do afterward. I paid them no mind as I tried to find my boyfriend in the tiny hall.
Eventually, after looking into some of the empty back rooms, found him sitting alone in one of the practice rooms. It was so quiet, thanks to the sound-absorbing foam covering the walls.
“Hey baby,” I greeted as I let the door close softly behind me.
“Oh hey.” He turned around, giving me a lopsided smile.
“That was some pretty awesome drumming you did out there.” I walked further into the room. My hands reached out for his. He grabbed onto them and let me pull him up.
“Yeah? I can still feel that buzz, I’ve got some energy I need to play off.”
I could tell he was a little wound up as he tapped his fingers on my hands.
“Well,” I lowered my voice seductively, “You’re lucky I know a way to get you to come down from a performance high.”
“Oh yeah? And what's that?” He grinned.
I didn’t answer as I walked over to the door I had entered through and locked it. “Why don’t you come here and find out.”
He was on top of me in an instant, hands roaming from my upper arms to my sides and finally my ass, squeezing it firmly. My own hands clasped around his neck, pulling his face down to mine. The look in his eyes was more primal than anything.
“I want you, right here, right now.” I breathed, lips carefully bruising over his.
“God, I want you, too.” He groped at my thighs, pulling on them, letting me know I needed to jump. When I did, he helped wrap my legs around his waist before carrying me over to the small wooden desk in the corner of the room.
When he sat me down on the desk, I pulled him down to my level, finally attaching our lips together. He tasted like sweat and Carmex, two flavors that always tasted so good when kissing him. I moaned greedily into his open mouth when our tongues connected.
We were nothing short of a tornado of hands and clothes when we began to desperately undress each other. His jacket, shirt, and tie all landed somewhere behind us in the room, and the dress I was wearing was slipped from my shoulders and rolled down to my waist, leaving my breasts bare to him.
Andrew’s hands came up to roughly fondle my chest as I hastily unfastened his trousers and pushed them down his legs. With one last squeeze and a chaste kiss on my lips, He was pushing me to lay back on the desk. I went without opposition.
I hummed in anticipation as he ran his hands over the bottom of my dress and began to pull it up, exposing what lay beneath. He lifted my hips up gently so that he could remove my panties and then slowly put them back down, dropping the undergarment to the floor.
“You look so pretty like this.” He said in awe. “Always so pretty and pink.” His fingers brushed against my folds but never delved into them. My hips moved of their own accord, following his long fingers in hopes he would graze past my clit.
“Baby, I need you to hurry.” I pleaded, not one for patience.
I watched as he shook his head, before letting his fingers slip past my folds in into the warm wetness between them. My back arched as he inserted one long digit into my soaking cunt. He pumped his finger in and out slowly, taking his time, letting my body become used to the feeling of him, then a second finger was added.
A high-pitched whine flew past my lips when he pumped his fingers in and curled them up. He did this again and again until it was almost too much to bear. I was a mess, putty in his expert hands. Then, out of nowhere, his other hand landed itself upon my mound and his thumb started to circle my clit, all the while, his fingers inside of me started to pump faster and faster. These were the hands of a drummer, the hands of someone experienced with going different speeds and rhythms with his two hands.
The way his thumb circled my clit lazily and the juxtaposition of his other hands moving like his life depended on it had me cumming in a matter of seconds. The wet squelching sounds of my release filled the practice room.
“That's it, baby, let go.” he slowed his movements down a tiny bit, helping carry me through the orgasm.
Once I had calmed down, Andrew removed his fingers from within me and carefully sucked them clean, groaning as he did so.
“You know,” I started, pushing myself up on my elbows, “This was supposed for tiring you out, not the other way around.”
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be exhausted here in a minute.” He chuckled, moving so that his hips rested between my legs.
I could feel his cock resting heavily against my skin. My arms became weak, no longer able to hold myself up, I laid back down against the cool wood of the desk. Shifting a bit, I made myself comfortable as he held onto his length, dragging it up and down through my soaking folds.
“You ready?” He asked, his voice low and husky.
“So ready.”
At my words, he pushed his way inside of me, filling me to the brim. The dull sting of Andrew’s cock stretching me out felt absolutely amazing. He started to rock his hips back and forth slowly, holding onto my thighs for leverage. My hands rose from my sides and moved along my body sensually before coming to rest on top of his hands.
“Faster,” I begged him. He obliged, pounding into me with a fervor he only possessed after a performance.
He left me gasping and gaping for more, on the edge of ecstasy. The fingers of my right hand moved from my thigh to massage my clit. Andrew’s grip on my thighs kept me from bucking my hips up in pleasure as he went faster, hitting a spot deep within me.
My toes curled and my fingers stopped swirling around my clit. A heat that had started in my stomach was now spreading throughout my body making my skin clammy to the touch. My cunt clenched around Andrew and I cried out in pleasurable pain when he gave a small slap to my clit.
“Keep going, god, keep going.” I could barely get the words out as he continued to fuck into me. I could feel myself titering over the edge, a few more thrusts, and I was a goner.
Andrew’s pace didn’t let up, his persistence and endurance from all those hours of drumming allowing him to keep a quick pace even in the wake of an emerging orgasm.
“I’m there, I’m there. Ahh, I’m gonna cum.” I practically scream into my hands. Back arching off the desk in pleasure and legs desperately trying to close to stop the feeling of overstimulation.
“Hold on baby, I’m almost- almost there,” Andrew grunted out, still pounding away like he wasn’t even close to being finished, although the harsh way he gripped onto my thighs told a different story.
My moans turned into grunts as I tried to keep up with him, whimpers leaving my lips every time my cunt spasmed around him involuntarily. Then, finally, with two hard thrusts, he came, exploding inside of me. His body collapsed on top of mine, and his breathing was heavy as were his eyelids when I looked at his face.
“See, I told you I’d be exhausted.” He said between breaths.
I said nothing, only placed my hands on his head, brushing his damp hair from his face. I placed several tender kisses on his temple, eyelids, and nose.
“We need to go home.” He yawned out but made no effort to actually move.
“Let’s just stay like this for a moment.”
“Okay.” he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, breathing finally returning to normal.
We held each other in the practice room for what felt like forever, definitely longer than we should have. When we were finally dressed and somewhat presentable, we exited the room, both sluggish in our movements. The halls were empty and music from another band was flowing through the air.
“Come on babe, let's head out.” I pulled on his hand, leading him to the back door and out into the cool, fall New York street.
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Chapter 1
“Ma!” She screamed crawling towards the limp body. “MAMA!” She continued, curling her body around hers. Her eyes were blank; nothing was there. She’s gone.
She heard a cough and a wet gasp behind her. “Ri,” the weak voice called as she turned around.
“Daddy,” She cried, her eyes blurring with tears. “Please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me all alone.” She wept.
“Love you babygirl.” He smiled, gasping with each word. “Make me proud, Rianna.”
His chest was still, no longer rising and falling with the life that filled them. “NO! Dad! Daddy please! NO!”
She shot up quickly, heart pounding in her ears. It’s just a dream. You’re safe. You’re fine. Just a dream. She reminded herself as she forced her lungs to fill with air. So much for getting a full night of sleep. She scoffed as she rolled over and looked to see what time it was. 2:39 a.m. The phone light almost blinded her, making her even more frustrated than before.
As she laid in her bed, she went over the answers she would be giving in her interview later that day. It certainly wasn’t the most lucrative option, but hopefully she would get the job. If everything goes as planned, she would be babysitting a two and five year old within the next three days.
From the short conversations she’d had with Ayo and Aneka Buhle, they just needed childcare for their little ones as Aneka was going to be returning to work. They would be meeting at some coffee shop called Verve, which sounded too expensive, but they wanted to pick the location, so Riri agreed to the first thing they offered.
When the sun started rising and the rays began to peak through Riri’s crappy blinds, she forced herself to get up and find an outfit.
The Buhle’s had said that this was a casual interview, just to be sure that Riri was the right fit. She pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a black turtleneck. To add some color, she went with an oversized hot pink cardigan and a pair of white Converse. She took down her Bantu knots and fluffed them out, deciding on a side part. She finished her look with some gold jewelry to compliment the chain and wedding rings she never took off.
Once her phone dinged to notify her that her Uber had arrived, Riri swiped on some Carmex, put her AirPods in, and walked out the door.
The ride to the coffee shop wasn’t too bad, in terms of LA standards. Despite it not even being 7 a.m., there were still lots of people on the roads. As they pulled up, Riri left a five star review, noting that the driver was friendly, even though he said nothing to her.
She walked in quietly, taking in her surroundings; incidents from her past had left her extremely scarred and constantly on edge.
“Ms. Williams.” She heard a voice call out. Riri turned her head to her left, and there they were. Ayo and Aneka were seated at a table with four chairs, looking as poised and regal as one could in a coffee shop.
Riri walked to the table wearing a small smile before she took her seat. “Good morning,” she began cheerfully, “I am happy we are finally meeting in person.”
The couple smiled at her warmly, “As are we.” One said with an accent. “I am Aneka, and this is my wife, Ayo.”
Aneka had a warm accent, like she was from the Caribbean or maybe Africa. Riri wondered if her wife shared the same accent.
“Thank you both so much for taking the time to meet with me.” Riri wore a bigger smile this time.
Ayo smiled lightly and straightened her back. “We were pleased with what we saw in your application. We just wanted to get a few answers before we officially offered you the job.”
Same accent! Riri thought to herself. “Well I am happy to provide you with a bit of background if you’d like.” When the women gestured, she continued. “My full name is Rianna Williams. I am 20 years old. I was born and raised in Chicago. I was previously studying chemical and mechanical engineering at MIT, but tuition was too steep to continue my education there. I am looking to save up so that I can finish my degree. I really love children, so I thought that being a nanny would be a good way to make money and help others.” Riri paused as she tried to think of anything else that would be necessary to the conversation. “I don’t have any allergies, that I know of. I love throwback shows like Living Single and Martin.” Why would you talk about your favorite shows??? That’s so dumb. Stay on topic and be professional.
“Martin is my favorite show!” Aneka exclaimed. “We have to hire her Ayo. I need my kids to be with someone who has taste.”
Ayo looked at her wife with fond eyes before turning back to Riri. “We will have to do a trial run with the children, but I believe you will be a great fit. We have two children, as you know. Our son’s name is Olufemi, Femi for short. He is two, though he is much calmer than his sister. He likes to read and cuddle, like me.”
“Thandiwe is five. We often call her Thandi or Love. She is loud and funny. She can be sneaky, at times, but she will never lie. She will want to play dress up to get out of her schoolwork, so you will have to be firm, or she will walk all over you.” Aneka describes her daughter with pride.
“Their names are beautiful,” Riri says with a smile. “Would I be able to meet them at some point this week? I want to make sure they are comfortable with me before there are any job offers or accepting.”
The two make eye contact, speaking in some sort of telepathic way, the same way Riri had seen her own parents communicate before they told her no.
“Of course,” Ayo began. “We could go now, if you are free, and discuss some of the other components of the job.”
The only thing Riri had planned today was to wallow in self-pity and figure out how she would be paying her rent if she different get this job. “That sounds great!”
The three women walked to a blacked-out Escalade parked on the side of the street. Before she could open the door to get in, another bald women opened the driver door and came around to welcome them into the backseat. Aneka slid into the front, while Riri and Ayo got into the back.
“Thank you, Nosipho.” Aneka addressed the woman. “Home, please.” She continued before she turned to Riri. “So, if you are a good fit with the children, and decide to accept the job, Nosipho will be your driver. Driving is already stressful enough, and we want our little ones as safe as possible at all times. If you agree, you will also be staying with us. Our jobs have unforeseeable issues that need our immediate attention at times, and it will take away the hassle of having to call you in. You will not be expected to do any of the cooking, cleaning, or other errands, unless you wish to do so. We will pay 1,000 dollars per week if you work from 8 to 6, but 2,500 if you decide to be a live-in nanny. You will have one day off each week if you desire. We will provide you with a new phone and anything else that you feel you may need to be happy.”
By the time Aneka had finished with her speech, Riri was reeling. $2,500 a week? That’s 10 grand every month! I can go back to school in no time! She’d thought to herself.
“We will be at our home shortly, so think on that while you are getting acquainted with the children.” Ayo spoke softly.
Riri could only nod her head as she replayed everything in her head. There has to be a catch. People are not like this for no reason. She thought. So what. You have good instincts. If this goes badly, you know how to get yourself out of sticky situations. Just wait a few months, stack your bread, and you’ll be free of it all before you know it.
They lived at that fancy Four Seasons apartment building, or Private Residences as the sign called them. The “apartment” was incredibly beautiful. It had the most amazing views. The children were adorable. Thandiwe showed Riri all of her favorite dresses and costumes, even forcing her little brother in them sometimes. Despite sticking to his moms, Olufemi eventually pulled a book out of the basket and wordlessly gave it to them.
“I would love to work for you.” Riri stated confidently. “If the offer is still on the table, I would like the fulltime option.”
Ayo and Aneka smiled at each other again sharing the same thought. Riri would be perfect for her. She would be perfect for them.
“Welcome to the family, Ms. Williams.”
A/N: super nervous and nauseous about posting my first fic. If you have any suggestions lmk pls!! I hope you enjoyed :)
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The Road Ahead: MSR, teen +, season 8
“Damn elevator,” Mulder practically yelled as he slammed his left palm against its closed doors. He was in a hurry, the need to see Scully more prevalent than ever. But as quickly as his anger appeared, he found himself with another idea and threw open the door to the hospital stairs, taking them up three at a time. Never had he been more impatient. He was sweating profusely and probably smelled like ass and body odor but he didn’t care.
When he got to Scully's room he quickly ran his fingers through his hair – because Scully might care just a little bit – and then knocked on her door, being polite in case she was exposed. This was still so new to them.
“Come in,” came her tired and sweet voice, so he opened the door, finding her on the bed with circles under her eyes but a warm smile upon her lips. “I just got him to fall asleep.”
Suddenly so tentative – because this had to be a dream, right? – he tiptoed his large, clunky feet over to the side of the bed and peered down to find his son suckling in his sleep, his tired mouth still attached to Scully’s breast. For a minute, he was speechless. He ran a single finger over William’s fuzzy hair and smiled. “He’s got my nose. Sorry, Scully,” he said, and she chuckled sleepily.
“I happen to love your nose, Mulder.” She smiled, looking up at his face, his nose, his lips.
His lips?
“Are those for me?”
Oh. He’d almost completely forgotten about the bouquet of flowers he’d gotten in a hurry on his way here, especially when she was looking at him like that. “Yeah. These are you for, Scully.”
“Thank you,” she smiled as he held them up towards her nose. She closed her eyes and smelled them. “They’re beautiful. Can you put them on the table over there? I’ll see if the nurses have some water we can put them in.”
Mulder set them down on the other side of the room next to another (larger) bouquet in a glass vase and a card from her mother. He thought about flowers and birds and bees…. no, not bees… but sex, and how they’d created William together nine months ago whilst making love. He turned back around and joined her side again with a genuine grin. He had a son, and he had his Scully.
“How are you feeling?” That was the next thing that came to his mind. “And William?”
Scully smiled with her teeth and looked down at their son who was still attached to her, swaddled in her arm. “We’re really good, Mulder,” she said as she looked back up at him. “Really good.”
Suddenly, he wanted to lean in and kiss her, so he did just that. She tasted like Carmex and apple juice. He hadn’t kissed her in days, maybe weeks, and the sensation of her soft, warm lips on his made him want to weep.
Things had been awkward when he’d returned from the dead. Hell, he’d even suspected Scully had become pregnant on her own after he was gone. It had taken a couple of weeks of them tiptoeing around each other before they finally talked, and soon, not even an hour later, they were making love in each other’s arms again, the curve of Scully’s belly pressing softly against him. Their child together.
So much had happened since that night, yet not entirely enough. It’d been a beautiful and loving reunion, tongues colliding and I love you’s whispering from bated breaths. Yet, they hadn’t made love since, and they hadn’t talked much more about their relationship either. He hoped they would get it sorted out eventually; he wanted Scully to be his wife – if she would have him in that way– and to move in together, to raise William with one another and be a family. But he still wasn’t quite sure where they stood. That was, until he decided to kiss her. Her lips were so tender against his and he knew, he just knew, she still wanted him too.
Their eyes met as their kiss faded away– loving, passionate, warm. He flicked his sights between each of her pupils, finding home in their crystalline blue depths.
“I’m so glad you both are safe,” Mulder began, wrapping his arm around the front of Scully’s that was holding their son. “I know we haven’t talked much since I’ve been back, but I want this with you, Scully. To be your partner in every sense of the word. I want to raise William together. I want everything. I love you so much, Dana.”
Hot tears began to run down her face– from hormones, from exhaustion, from being in love. “Oh, Mulder. I wasn’t quite sure if you–” She hiccuped and tried to regulate her breathing so as to not wake the baby. So Mulder spoke for her, giving her a moment.
“I do, Scully. More than anything, I want you. And our son.”
Closing her eyes, tears fell from her face and peppered the hospital blanket in little, wet droplets. “I love you too, Mulder,” she finally managed with a whisper. “I know so much has happened and that we have a lot to talk about, but I want this too.”
This time, she was the one to kiss him. She cupped his jaw and pulled him gently down to her. He felt her tears soak his face, then realized they were his own. Oh, how he loved her.
The baby fussed from around Scully’s nipple just as Mulder was contemplating if it was appropriate or not to slip his tongue inside her mouth, as if to remind them the road ahead still wasn’t going to be easy.
“Is he hungry again already?” Mulder couldn’t imagine someone so tiny could need that much food, but he couldn’t blame the guy for wanting to have Scully’s nipple in his mouth as a soothing technique.
Scully shook her head and tucked herself back into the hospital gown; Mulder helped her button it back up. “I think he’s just wet. Do you– would you mind?” she asked, gesturing toward the hospital bassinet that also doubled as a changing table. “It’s still very… uncomfortable for me to get up and move around.”
Oof, right. Ouch. He would have to thank her for the rest of his life for giving birth to their child, especially in the traumatic way that she did.
“Oh. Sure,” he said hesitantly. “Uh…”
Scully gently handed William over and showed him how to hold his head, how to change his first diaper. Mulder cradled his child to his chest as he fell back asleep, letting Scully drink a whole jug of water and down a granola bar in minutes. His son smelled like new baby, like a love he never knew existed. He held him as Scully drifted off for a few minutes until a nurse came into the room with a quiet knock.
Scully rubbed her overtired eyes and sat up. The chipper but friendly nurse introduced herself as Anna and moved to help Scully up to use the bathroom. But Mulder gently stopped her with his words, handing the nurse the baby.
“I gotcha, Scully,” he said, putting an arm around her waist.
“You want to help me… to the bathroom?” she asked a little incredulously.
“It’s the least I can do.” He opened the door and helped guide her inside the bathroom. “Besides, I’ve always wondered how big those diaper thingies are that they make you wear.”
She hissed with pain from all of the movement but chuckled as he closed the door behind them, and then kissed him on the cheek.
A few moments later, the nurse outside, who was swaddling William back up and placing him in the bassinet, giggled as she heard the man in the other room ask – what she assumed was his wife – a gasping question...
“You have to spray what now?”
The baby cooed.
They were a family.
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do you think all buckies have lots of chapstick?
Oh my gosh this is...precious. Like this is almost too much to handle right now.
Yes.
A thousand times yes. Have mercy, okay:
James is never caught without a tube of Cherry Chapstick, carries it in his front right pocket, Steve starts carrying one just in case and now out of habit for his Daddy, starts craving cherries when James is away
Bucky Bear’s favorite is Cocoa Butter Vaseline, huffs when he has to ask Steve to get some out of that tiny tube, blushes somethin’ fierce when Steve insists on putting it on his lips for him
Baby Bucky sticks to the tried and true Burt’s Bees, the classic kind, Steve humming every time he pulls away from a kiss with tingly lips, Bucky sometimes branches out and is keen on Pink Grapefruit
Intern Bucky? Carmex. Lips always be glistening and soft af, would die for the Wintergreen kind, is always losing them and having to buy more
Omega Bucky has every single version of the Glossier Balm Dotcom, (K’s personal favorite), favorite is Mango followed closely by Rose, his Alpha’s favorite is Birthday, as if he needed another reason to want to eat Bucky right up
Bonus: Supersoldier Bucky has and will always use Chap Stick, is annoyed af that it doesn’t come in metal packaging any more, thinks his babydoll deserves kissin’ up on soft lips
This was everything I wanted and more tonight gosh thank you, nonnie. 💖
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Backyard Boy (Gottrosenali) - Pinkgrapefruit
a/n -
special thanks to the druk discord for both their help with gottrosenali as a whole and the enby central station for their invaluable help in my portrayal of a trans character. also thanks to frey for her infinite wisdom when it comes to grammar.
i really hope you like it so please let me know how you feel!!!
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Dance with me in my backyard, boy
Looking super fine in your corduroy
Drive me ‘round the block
We can go in a loop
And we’ll turn the volume up on some
Good boy band tunes
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Mik leans forward, head bumping against one of the front seats as he attempts to grab Denali’s phone from the cup holder. She doesn’t notice, too focused on navigating towards the Mcdonald’s, but Rosé does, and she slaps his hand like a small child.
“I love you baby boy, but I’d rather Nali drive us into a wall before I let you play Gaga one more time.” She sounds grumpy, but Mik can search out the soft undertone and he rubs a thumb over her hand before he leans back. He sighs in relief, twisting a little to try and release some of the pressure from his binder before he sits back.
“God, someone needs to get some food into you,” he jokes and he watches as Denali places her hand on Rosé’s thigh - the pink-haired girl has always been the worst for being hangry.
It’s their lunch break, and they’ve escaped into town to get a McDonald’s before they have to sit through another hour of school. There isn’t a lesson they share between the three of them, so they relish in this time together.
“Drive-thru or eat in?” Denali calls out, her volume always a little too loud for the tiny Volkswagen she drives.
“Uh,” Mik replies, “I’m paying and I need a wee, so I reckon we go inside and then eat in the car.”
Rosé grunts, and he sees Denali’s thumb slide over her tights before she sighs. “You know I hate it when we eat in here,” she moans, but then she catches his eye and rolls her own. “But sure.”
Mik pumps his fist in triumph and, once they’re parked up, makes sure to give Denali a quick peck on the forehead before intertwining his fingers with Rosé’s. Denali wipes the Carmex off her forehead with an affectionate scowl, patting his ass in return before skipping ahead to open the door.
“My loves,” she bows her head, waving her hand in a comically large gesture that makes even Rosé crack a smile.
“Chivalry ain’t dead. He hears her mutter under her breath, and he laughs in response, loving the way her eyes brighten up when he does.
He orders for them, Rosé in too much of a grump to avoid yelling at the poor cashiers, and Nali with just a little too much anxiety. He notes down the orders on his phone like a good boyfriend and then relays them perfectly, adding on a bag of mozzarella sticks because he knows Rosé will try and steal his.
"Ladies,” he bows as he holds out the brown paper bag, and Rosé loops a hand through his arm. He loves it when she allows herself to be clingy, and Denali does too, so they let her whenever she feels it - even if it means having to guide a dead weight back to the car.
She sighs and flutters her eyes open when she’s back into the passenger seat before snorting a chuckle that makes Denali do a double-take from the fries she’d been devouring.
She points hazily at the paper bag. “Mik-Donalds-” she jokes.
“Fuck,” Mik says, leaning forward again from the back seat to drop a peck on Rosé’s cheek. “God, I love you.”
Denali places a palm on his cheek while he’s still leaning forward. “Same,” she sighs. “Same.
*
I can feel the fresh air
I can feel your eyes stare
And I’m not gonna lie
I get a little bit scared
My heart is on wings
I’m living in dreams
And at the top of our lungs, we sing
*
He lets his back hit the locker with a clang, double-checking the number because even after a year and a bit of dating he’s still never quite sure which locker belongs to Rosé. Luckily, he’s proven to be correct when Denali skips over to him, slipping her hand into his and leaning her head on his arm with a deep sigh.
"Spanish not doing it for you?” he jokes, tilting his head so it rests on top of hers, watching the rest of the students trail out of the class.
“Not last period,” she sighs, rubbing her temple with her index finger. “I’m getting a headache I swear.” She angles her head to check Mik’s watch and clicks her tongue. “Where’s Rosie,” she whines, much to Mik’s amusement.
“Rehearsals will be running late,” he tells her, enjoying the way she’s curling further into his side as the bell chimes loudly above them.
She harrumphs, mewling even more as he pulls away from her side, placing his rucksack on the ground and rummaging around for the painkillers he tends to keep. He finds them, and hands them to her alongside a bottle of water that she grasps quickly, swallowing the pills with a happy sigh. When he stands, he lets her fall back under his arm and he traces patterns on her back, muttering about his senior textiles project while she butts in with questions.
As the 3:15 bell chimes, they watch the last dregs of students trail out of the door, and Mik starts to suck at his teeth in frustration. He knows he’s done the same thing when engrossed in a project, eyes only focusing on the way the needle goes through the fabric, but he can’t bring himself not to be irritated when Rosé hasn’t even texted.
“Ah, the prophetic daughter returns,” Denali mocks from in his shirt, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him turn towards the theatre department where Rosé is jogging casually down the hall.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she calls, sliding slightly as her worn converse lack grip on school linoleum. She comes to a halt, hands on his bare arms, lips pressed against his cheek in a chaste peck. She does the same to Denali in apology, and although the girl still looks grumpy, there’s a flicker of warmth in her eyes.
“You’re driving home,” she says bluntly, handing over her keys with a scowl before turning to the door, and Rosé looks at Mik questioningly.
“Headache,” he tells her, and she nods knowingly.
“Migraine?”
“Not yet.” She sighs, shaking the keys in her hand to elicit a pleasant jingle, but Mik notices how it makes Denali wince. “Soon,” he amends before jogging to catch up to her - knowing the sun will do little to improve her mood.
“Sleepover it is,” Rosé sighs to herself, unlocking the car from a distance and watching as he helps Denali into the passenger seat - all too aware that the last time she was in the backseat with a migraine, it went terribly. She smiles, she’s not sure how she got so lucky.
*
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Everything is perfect
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
All our words were worth it
*
Mik’s been going to the gym to cope wth his dysphoria, and it shows in the way his shoulders are getting broader and his muscles more defined. An extra bonus is the way it means he can cradle Denali in his arms, carrying her easily up the stairs. He lets her rest her head in the crook of his neck and relents when she tries to get him into bed with her, curling around her and sending Rosé off to search for Denali’s rescue meds.
She brings a glass of water and a sticky cold patch with her, which she applies gently to Denali’s forehead, coaxing a whimper out of her. They get her to swallow the pill, and then Rosé closes the curtains, padding around quietly before sliding into the bed next to them both.
Neither quite know what they would do if Denali’s migraines made her sensitive to touch as well as light and sound (they’re all too affectionate to try and withhold touch), but they’ve lived through enough of them that they know that with a dose of medication and a few hours in the dark she tends to be good as new.
They’re right, though the attack does relegate them to ordering pizza and eating it in Rosé’s ridiculously large bed (or at least this is the excuse they use on her mum when she looks at them disapprovingly).
Denali presses a kiss to Rosé’s bare shoulder and the pink-haired girl rolls over, placing a hand next to each of her shoulders and hovering above Denali with a wicked grin until Mik pokes his finger into her side and she collapses. Denali lets out a yelp, but she’s giggling while Rosé curses them both for ruining her moment.
“No funny business while Nali’s drugged up,” Mik reminds her gently - a rule they had to put into place after they made the side effects of her meds ten times worse due to some rougher activities.
It’s a situation that they’re not particularly willing to repeat.
Rosé rolls over Denali again until she’s in between them, sighing contentedly when Mik rests his head on her chest. “Movie?” she asks quietly.
“Disney!” Denali suggests, before wincing ever so slightly at the pitch of her own voice. She runs a hand through Mik’s hair and then places her head on Rosé’s other shoulder.
“I’m down for that,” Mik agrees.
“UP?”
“That’s Pixar, god, Rosie, know your animated films.”
“Potato, Potato,” Rosé replies, clicking on the title on Disney+ before tossing the remote to the side.
They don’t mention Rosé crying when Ellie dies.
They fall asleep to the end credits.
*
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Dancing around like a clown at the circus
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Backyard boy, you make me nervous
*
Mik wakes up to aching in his lower abdomen and it sends a shiver of fear down his spine. His boxers feel slightly damp, and he’s grateful that he fell asleep with his head on Rosé’s chest.
He flips the soft comforter over so he can see the sheets, and the sight of the blood makes him more nauseous than his cramps. He weighs his options for a second before gently stroking Denali’s cheek with a sigh.
“Baby,” he says with a quick glance at Rosé’s lit up alarm clock. It’s four am. “Uh, Nali.” Denali lifts her head from Rosé’s shoulder and blinks her eyes expectantly. They’re bleary and she lifts a hand to rub at them before she properly focuses on Mik.
In the dim room, she can see the dark patch on the white bottom sheet and she gently palms his face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up love,” she says with an apologetic smile. He nods and watches as she rolls out of the wide double and swiftly locates the pair of period pants he keeps in a hidden pocket of his duffle. She looks between them and a tampon before tossing the tampon onto Rosé’s desk and then hands them to Mik, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. “Go on, love.” She nods towards the bathroom and he smiles weakly, watching her shake Rosé awake with a gentle hand.
When he gets back, the bedside lamps are on and Rosé is stripping the bed, tossing the spoiled sheets into a pile on the floor. When he looks around for Denali, she stops and walks over to him, palming his chest over his t-shirt and snuggling into him the best she can with the small height difference.
“She’s gone to get the Nurofen and a hot water bottle,” she tells him - voice hoarse from sleep.
“I’m sorry-” Mik starts to say, but Rosé cuts him off with a steady hand on the side of his head.
“You don’t have to apologise for anything Gottlieb,” she asserts firmly. “It’s a natural thing that happens to bodies and you wouldn’t let me or Nali say shit if it were us-”
She looks sternly.
“-would you?” He nods in acquiescence and jumps a little when he feels a warm hand on his upper arm. He smells the coconut shampoo of Nali’s hair before he sees her.
“You wouldn’t let Rosie apologise when she bled on your favourite hoodie,” reminds Denali softly, handing him two tablets and a small tumbler of water before exchanging them for a hot water bottle. He sighs when he tucks it into his abdomen, and they make him sit at Rosé’s desk while they bustle around sorting out new bedsheets.
Rosé’s mum pops her head round the door at one point, causing Mik to flush red, though Denali waves her off. “Don’t worry about this, Mrs McCorkel.” She smiles wearily. “Periods.” She shrugs, and Rosé’s mum laughs, shutting the door with a low thud.
They all crawl back into bed, Rosé insisting on spooning him from behind while he holds Denali close. She presses her lips to the back of his neck, and he can feel her smile into the skin.
“You’re my favourite man, handsome,” she states, warmth in her voice. “I love you.”
He buries his face into Denali’s hair and lets the warmness lull him back to sleep.
*
Dance with me in my backyard, boy
Looking super fine in your corduroy (five, six, seven, eight)
Roll the windows down
Let the base drop low
And everybody’s talking
But I don’t wanna know
*
Denali yelps, pulling back from where she’d been straddling Mik in such a way that makes them both fall off the window seat and tumble onto the floor. Rosé looks over at them and scowls, a highlighter in her hand. She makes an obscene gesture with it and then sets it down.
“Can you two be horndogs literally anywhere else,” she asks, exasperated, and they both fall into giggles.
“I’m sorry!” Denali squeals as Mik runs a hand down her side. “Your boyfriend just gave me carpet burn from his damn moustache.”
Mik looks up, somewhere between awestruck and dazed.
“Maybe it’s retaliation for you giving me rug burn,” Rosé quips with a wink before looking at their boyfriend, who’s doing a perfect meerkat expression. Before she can blink, he’s on his feet and running towards the bathroom, where they hear a sharp squeak of excitement.
She holds a hand out to Denali who pulls her out of her chair, and they let their interlocked fingers swing together as they wander over to follow him.
In the middle of the counter, next to three empty vials of testosterone, is Mik. His eyes wide and unblinking, fingers stretching the skin of his upper lip so he can pinpoint a single pale brown hair.
Denali places a featherlight kiss on his exposed shoulder and then reaches to touch it, pulling back in mock anguish.
“Ouch!” she shouts, and Rosé stifles a giggle at her antics, rubbing a hand on Mik’s back to try and gauge how he’s feeling. He sighs into the touch and his shoulders relax a bit.
“That’s one special little dude you’ve got there, bubs,” she tells him with a look of pride on her face. “I think it needs a name.”
Denali looks at her and shakes her head, but Mik is already nodding slowly. “Jeremy,” he says, voice full of conviction.
“We’re not naming his face pube,” Denali fights back, hoisting herself up onto the counter so she can look closer. She ruffles his hair with her fingers and he swats her away.
“Two against one, love,” Rosé points out. “Jeremy the destroyer.”
She leans up and kisses his top lip. “There is now a fourth in this relationship,” she announces smugly, raising an eyebrow at Denali, who holds her hands up. Mik looks between the two of them in amusement.
“I’m not going to kiss the face pube-”
“He has a name,” Rosé cuts her off with a grin.
“I’m not going to kiss Jeremy the destroyer,” Denali responds petulantly, throwing a slightly damp flannel at her from beside the sink.
“Do you not support your boyfriend?” Rosé catches it and tries to throw it back, but Mik grabs it out of the air, holding onto it so he doesn’t get one in the face.
“Rosie McCorkel, you little bitch.”
Mik watches them, dismayed, but incredibly entertained. “Fucking lesbians,” he mutters under his breath, still smiling.
*
Feel the fresh air
I can feel your eyes stare
And I’m not gonna lie
I get a little bit scared
And my heart is on wings
I’m living in dreams
And at the top of our lungs, we sing
*
Denali smiles at him as she slips out of the glass door, wincing a little as her bare feet touch the sun-bleached patio stones. He feels Rosé flick some water at him from her place in the pool, but he flips her off, beckoning to Denali, who does an awkward little hop-scotch across the hot yard until she can slide down next to him on the sun-lounger.
He places a gentle hand on her exposed hip, but she clicks her tongue at him. “Mikkk,” she whines, and he places a kiss on her temple before he slides off the sun lounger and moves down to sit on the edge of the pool.
It’s such a hot day that even the lukewarm water on his legs feels like an ice bath, and he desperately wants to take his baggy shirt off, but the idea of sitting outdoors in a sports bra makes him squirm a little. Rosé’s neighbours could see.
She seems to catch his discomfort and she swims up to him, placing one hand on each of his thighs to hold herself up in the water.
“You’re so short,” he teases gently, but she just hoists herself up, straining her neck to place a wet kiss on his chin. She snorts into it and falls backwards, flailing in the water so he gets covered in a fine spray.
“You need to calm down,” he tells her, hearing Denali chuckle in the background.
“Come and make me,” Rosé replies as she swims further away. She tries to shake her ass at him - skimpy pink bikini bottoms pulled high up onto her hips - but she falls forward, head going under the water again.
“Did she ever learn to swim?” Denali asks between loud slurps of ice-cold lemonade, the book she was reading in the shade long forgotten.
“I really couldn’t tell you.”
He turns back to the pool and sees Rosé sitting on one of the bottom steps, hair ties in hand as she tries to braid her thick, pink hair - her fingers fumbling in an attempt that can only be deemed pitiful. He sighs, moving to sit behind her so his swimming trunks are completely submerged. She leans back into him gratefully, and he takes the hair bobbles willingly, weaving her two french braids.
He’s about to move after he finishes when he hears wet footsteps.
“Don’t run, love!” calls Rosé, paddling next to Mik so she’s leaning on the edge of the pool. Denali just scoffs, skidding on the water until she can dive straight into the deep end of the pool. He winces as she does it, hand reaching out to grip Rosé’s, but they both know that her ice-skater balance will save her. She does a messy front stroke over to her partners, her costume glittering in all of its tacky-mermaid glory.
Denali slides between his legs and tips her head back for a kiss, pouting until he gives her a chaste kiss, and then indulging Rosé, who scrunches her nose at the momentary lack of affection.
Mik sighs, pulling Denali’s long hair out of the messy bun it’s in and separating it into two. “Thank you, Mik, we love you, Mik, you’re the best boyfriend ever, Mik,” he moans, letting his fingers slide through her hair like silk.
Rosé tries to hide her laughter in a cough.
It doesn’t work.
*
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Everything is perfect
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
All our words were worth it
*
The euphoria he feels with a pride flag wrapped around his shoulders, billowing behind him like a cape, is unreal. He feels like he could fly if he wasn’t holding hands with Denali, who’s keeping him firmly grounded, and he’s making sure she doesn’t run off and get lost while Rosé has gone to find drinks.
Luckily, they see her before she sees them - Mik is a full head taller than Denali in his platform combat boots and can just about see over the crowd, so he spots the glitter down Rosé’s parting. She’s carrying three plastic cups with straws, and she’s trailed by a sapphic pride flag that’s looped through her belt loops, so it surrounds her denim cut-offs like a skirt.
They’d had a long conversation about the flag - she and Mik sat on the porch with coffee in hand. She’d bought it before they got together and she’s right when she says it looks pretty with her hair - the shades of pink all muddling together until she looks like a ball of cotton candy. He’d smiled and taken her hand in his, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her hair that still smelled of sleep and Denali’s perfume.
“I know you think of me as a man,” he’d said, feeling her squeeze his hand in acknowledgement, “and I know you like women.”
“I just don’t want you to feel left out,” she’d said, poking her tongue into her coffee to check its temperature before taking a long sip. Denali padded out onto the porch, bare feet on the wooden slats. She was wrapped in a tartan blanket and she sat down next to Mik with a huff, laying her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.
“I’ll survive not being the centre of your attention babe,” he’d joked. And that had been it.
It was the right thing to say because she looks radiant in the sun, and he takes the cold peach lemonade gratefully, handing off Nali-watch to Rosé as he adjusts his trans flag in a shop window.
He re-ties Denali’s bi flag while he’s at it, looping it through the straps of her dungarees so it won’t come loose in the crowd. She turns around and smiles gratefully, placing a soft hand on his barely-there stubble.
Rosé called them disgusting when she first saw them this morning, side by side in their matching crop tops and dungaree shorts. He’s got his own over a nude binder, and it’s the closest he’s ever felt to being shirtless, even with the way his chest is sweating in the summer heat. He knows Rosé’s rucksack has a spare top and bra for him - it’s a part of the reason why he loves her.
“All good?” Rosé asks, adjusting one of the pins in Denali’s flower crown (pink, blue and white) out of habit. She presses a quick kiss to the tip of Denali’s nose and then checks her braids in the shop window too.
“Am I still on Nali-watch?” Mik asks, half-joking and offering his arm for her to take, to which Denali laughs and waves her hand.
“I can get places myself, guys,” she giggles.
“You absolutely cannot,” Mik tells her, raking his hand through his sweaty curls.
“Not if we wanna get there on time,” chimes in Rosé, taking Denali’s hand and swinging it between them. “Now, come on!”
*
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Dancing around like a clown at the circus
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
*
“We have a present for you,” Denali tells him, watching him comb hair gel through his curls in an attempt to tame them before he puts his graduation cap on. He smiles, watching her in the mirror as she curls the back of Rosé’s hair with deft fingers. Rosé flicks her eyes up from the eyeshadow palette she’s looking at, a small smirk playing on her lips, and she goes to say something, but then she stops herself.
“Well, now I’m excited,” he tells them, placing his tie loosely around his neck and leaning back against the countertop, watching them adoringly.
It’s moments like this that he just can’t believe his luck - how he’s got two beautiful women to call his own. Denali is a vision in lilac - a fitted bodice moving into a flared skirt that reminds him of the skating videos her mum showed him at Christmas. Her newly bleached hair is in a braid over her shoulder, and the loose baby hairs that just won’t submit to hair spray make him want to tuck them gently behind her ear.
Rosé resolutely told them she wanted them to die for her, and she’s really trying in a pink, bardot dress that shows too much cleavage to be appropriate for graduation. He supposes she wants to go out with a bang, and he’s not complaining, but he might need a moment before they leave just to collect himself.
“You look flustered,” smirks Rosé with one eyebrow quirked. It pulls him out of his throughs, and he flushes a darker shade of red at the comment.
“Stop teasing him,” Denali tells her, moving to put on some lip gloss before he can steal one last kiss. “I wanna get onto the surprise.”
“Impatient baby,” Mik jokes to get the heat off himself, and she bats a blush brush at him. He’s about to respond when Rosé places a hand on his cheek, guiding his body around so she can fasten his navy blue tie.
“Be good,” she tells him with a tap on the nose. “Now stay here for a second.”
He waits quietly in the bathroom while his girlfriends hurry off, coming back after a few minutes with an envelope and a tentative look on both of their faces. Denali hangs back, leaning against the doorframe with a crinkled nose while Rosé moves forward and holds out the envelope. She waves it at him and he takes it, feeling its weight in his hands. It’s light, but there’s something about it. He can’t figure out what it is.
He shoves a makeup brush under the seal and rips it across, drawing a snigger out of Denali, and Rosé rolls her eyes at them, holding out her hand for her makeup brush because she doesn’t trust him with it.
He holds it out of apprehension and he hears someone click their tongue at him with impatience.
Slowly, Mik pulls out a single sheet of paper and his breath hitches.
“No,” he exhales, feeling his tailbone hit the edge of the countertop in a way he knows will hurt later. He blinks a couple of times and the envelope falls out of his hands, grabbed by Denali who swoops in, placing a warm palm on his upper arm.
“Yes,” replies Rosé, a smile in her voice.
It’s a GoFundMe receipt printed on flimsy copy paper totalling just over $5000. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“The whole year pitched in - the school really,” Denali murmurs, her hand on him a grounding presence that keeps him tethered to this reality.
“I don’t know what to say.” He’s being totally honest, voice shaking under the weight of his emotions. It’s everything he’s ever wanted and he’d resigned himself to another four or five years without that. “It’s freedom.”
“You deserve it, love,” Rosé tells him, her smile softer than he’s seen in a while - softer than she tends to go without Denali pouting at her.
Denali reaches up and swipes the pad of her thumb under his eye to catch the tears he didn’t know were falling before straightening his tie and placing a firm hand on his chest.
“Come on handsome,” she tells him, taking a deep breath. “Let’s go.”
*
Backyard boy, you make me nervous
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A Hero In The Making
A/n: Supercorp’s daughter takes a chapter out of Kara’s book and wants to be a hero. But both Lena and Kara don’t want her to be one. Reader is a Luthor after all, and Luthors get what they want.
Warnings: rebel, heroism
Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Reader, Dansen
Word Count: 1542
“Baby! Get down here, now!” Lena called from the kitchen, this morning’s breakfast starting to get cold.
Kara sped into the kitchen, Lena’s hair blown into her face.
“Sorry,” Kara walked over to Lena and gently fixed Lena’s hair. She met the ‘I am not amused’ Luthor glare before she gave Lena a small kiss.
Not a second later you sped into the open living room across from the kitchen island. A lamp knocked over and broke on the floor.
Lena sighed, rested both her elbows on the island counter and hid her face in her palms. “What did I say about powers?”
“Not to use them in the house.” You and Kara both answered.
“And what did you do?”
“Use powers in the house.”
“Kara, don’t use your powers if you’re not in your costume. You don’t know if someone could be watching. And (Y/n) I don’t want you to use your powers either.” Lena explained looking between you and Kara.
“What good is having powers, if I can’t use them.” You pouted.
“I agree with your mother on this one ukiem, there are dangerous people out ther-”
“But with these powers I can protect myself, ieiu.”
“Using your powers can cause tougher, more powerful enemies to go after you.” Kara explained.
“You could train me.”
“No, I’m not going to train you! This is not up for discussion!”
“I’m going to Aunt Alex’s,” you grumbled.
You grabbed your motorcycle keys, your helmet, leather jacket and headed out the door.
“Kar, we are only protecting her.”
A small knock was muffled by the brown wooden door. Unlike the Luthor-Danvers, the Olsen-Danvers were barely starting breakfast. The door opened with a redhead dressed in a black leather jacket, a black T-shirt, grey leggings, and black combat boots.
“Hey we’re ready to go!” Alex called out for Kelly.
“Breakfast will be done before you come back,” Kelly kissed Alex and greeted you.
You and Alex raced towards Lightning’s Boxing Club with your motorcycles. As you made your way towards the private boxing ring in the back, chains rattled and grunts echoed. It reeked of old musty foot locker and thank god you were yanked into a neighboring room or last nights dinner would be on the floor.
“Unfortunately I can’t train you on your powers. But I can train you with hand-to-hand.” Alex opened the duffle and pulled out four crystal like cylinders .
“Kryptonite emitters?” Your face lit up as you went to inspect the gadget.
“You are so Lena’s daughter,” Alex chuckled and extended her hand out for the emitter in your hand. She placed them in each corner of the boxing ring. “And because you are so much like your mother, we should see if you fight like her too!” Alex threw a pair of batons at you.
As the two of you circled around each other the emitters glowed a sickly green. You slashed the baton as Alex bobbed under your arm and returned a roundhouse kick as you ducked under it. Every time you or Alex made contact with the other, the other would grunt, resulting with a grunting battle as well. You hissed as Alex kicked you in the torso pushing you back a few feet with shuffles and taps to catch your steps.
You swung the baton once again as Alex grabbed your wrist to cross your arm over your body and pushed the baton out of your hand. The baton clanged around the floor, before Alex turned to elbow you in the face. You pushed the back of her knee as she stumbled and you extended your remaining baton with a smirk. Alex charged towards you opening herself with a roar, with two thumps afterward, one from hitting Alex in the bicep with your baton and the other when you flipped her over your leg.
You were going in for the finishing blow when Alex kicked her foot up at your wrist. A crack and your yell filled the room, tears blurring your vision. Alex had jumped up to check on you as you held your right wrist. When she neared you, you butterfly kicked over her head and spun to trip her as your legs wrapped around her arm and held her captive in a hold as you cried.
Alex tapped out as you rolled into a ball sniffling , sweat and tears mixed with your mint carmex chapstick was a strange taste.
You received a pat on your shoulder, “Fighting even when you’re in pain, takes a lot of willpower. That makes a hero. I’m proud of you.”
“If only my moms will agree,” You joked.
“Let’s get you to the D.E.O and put you under the sun lamps for a bit.”
“What about Kelly’s breakfast?”
“You’re hurt and all you can think about is breakfast? Definitely Kara’s kid.”
“What can I say?” You said through pained gasps. “A Luthor and a super.”
“Thank god the D.E.O is two blocks away,” Alex pulled you up and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
You laid flat on your back with the yellow sun lamps hovering above you.
“I feel like a plant,” you said groggily, the warmth of the lamps and your broken wrist making you sleepy.
“Well you’re not wrong kiddo, but you’re also human, although you have accelerated healing you won’t heal as fast as Kara would.”
You hummed in response. “With my half Kryptonian structure, I don’t get sunburned. And Kryptonite affects me less than it does with ieiu.”
The glass doors hissed beside you as a whoosh flooded the room. Your mother with her signature red, blue and gold entered the room calling for Alex until she noticed you and gasped.
“What happened? Who did this to you?” Kara’s hand immediately flew to your hair, a habit she picked up when you were bed rest to comfort you.
“We were sparring with kryptonite emitters, (Y/n) had the advantage, my reflexes kicked in and I kicked her in the wrist. It broke.” Alex explained.
“It broke!” Kara turned towards your hands and squinted to see if it were true. “Alex! You didn’t have to go that hard! Why were you sparring anyways?”
Alex opened her mouth to explain again when you interrupted. “Aunt Alex wasn’t going hard, in fact I was beating her. We were sparring because she was training me.”
“Training!” Kara’s eyes widen in shock. “Alex, Lena and I don’t want her training.”
“She’s going to have to learn to protect herself one day, Kar. You and Lena might not be around someday.” Alex defended.
“And that’s when you’ll protect her!”
“I have to protect Kelly and the city too.”
“Ieiu, don’t be hard on Aunt Alex. I’m the one who asked her to train me.”
The door hissed open once again as you froze when heels echoed with it.
“Kara! Brainy called me earlier saying my Kryptonian was hurt! I came as fast as I could!” A slight wave of relief surfaced on Lena’s face before it turned into panic once again.
A worried mama Luthor pushed Kara out of the way as if she had super strength. Kara crashed into the medical tray table, but Lena could care less.
“(Y/n)! (Y/n). Are you okay?” The CEO looked around your body for any injuries.
“I’m fine.” You raised your right hand out of instinct and winced in pain.
“What happened to your wrist?” Lena gently placed your wrist back on your stomach.
“It broke. When Alex and I were sparring.”
“She was training our little girl to be a hero.” Kara crossed her arms.
“I’m 16. I’m not little.”
“I know, baby girl. You’re probably in a lot of pain, we will let you rest.” Lena smiled at you and kissed your forehead before she glared at the two Danvers sisters like she did when businessmen annoyed her.
The trio made their way out of your room before Lena constantly hit Kara in the shoulder.
“What are you hitting me for!” Kara gasped.
“You and your powers are the reason my daughter wants to be a hero.”
Lena left no room to respond as she slapped Alex in the shoulder.
“Ow! Kara can’t feel pain, I can!” Alex held onto her shoulder.
“You had no right, training my daughter without my permission!” Lena slapped Alex once again. “How could you break my daughter’s wrist!”
“Look superpowers or not, she should at least know how to defend herself.”
“Defend herself?” Lena questioned. “She has super strength, she wouldn’t need to defend herself. She could run away, or fly away.”
“Lena, she’s yours and Kara’s blood,You know damn well that (Y/n) is not going to run away. And would you rather have her powers under control now, or when you get that call that (Y/n) broke someone’s nose?”
Lena’s jaw was slightly ajarred before she crossed her arms and glared at Alex for giving her a reason to train you.
“Fine. But only when I’m around. Even if she trains with Kara,” Lena pointed at the two sisters before she walked back into your room.
“Your wife is scary,” Alex mumbled.
“Yeah, sometimes I forget that I’m the one with powers.”
#supercorp#supercorp daughter#supergirl x reader#supergirl imagines#supergirl imagine#supergirl#kara danvers x reader#lena luthor x reader#kara danvers x daughter!reader#lena luthor x daughter!reader#alex danvers x reader#kara danvers#lena luthor#alex danvers#kelly olsen#dansen#kara danvers imagine#kara danvers imagines#lena luthor imagine#lena luthor imagines
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Oblivious!Wilson!Reader asking peter if he’s ok when he’s trying to be a flirt cuz he’s a nervous boyo and he’s all “you make me nervous” and she kisses him and they get a bittle heated.
It was never peter intention to develop a crush on you. When he first started at the tower you were almost never around, infact when he saw you he just thought you were an intern or a scientist working for the tower.
He quickly learned though not to mess with you for you were a Wilson. The falcons daughter. You didn’t fight but you helped make a lot of the suits and that’s where he would often find you. He soon started to help with the suits too, work along with you but there was always someone watching.
“Screwdriver.” You anounced but peter was still in his daydream. “Parker? Screwdriver.” You say louder and he snaps out and hands it over. A flush of red coming to his cheeks as he is slightly embarrassed.
“Right.” He stiffens as he gets ready to ask what he’s been practicing for weeks. “So um...(y/n)?” He asks and you look up. You never wear makeup to the lab but today he can see you’ve put on a bit of mascara and if the sun hits you a certian way he can see the small gold highlight you put on.
“Yeah?” You ask before wincing and getting pinched by the suit. “Fuck me!” You announce holding your finger. He immediately comes to your side and checks to see if you’re okay. A small burn from the spark is formed and he takes you over to the sink to rinse off.
“Are you okay now?” He asked and you nodded grabbing a bandage to protect it.
“Yeah,” you wipe it off. “You were saying?” He looks around. The cameras were on, bucky was positively nearby, he would be dead.
“So..yeah...anyways. There’s this new sandwich place opening and they have the vegan meatballs that you like so I was wondering if you maybe wanted to check it out with me over the weekend...” he shoves his hands into his lab coat and you look up at him sweetly. His face is red, he can’t look at you out of fear of rejection, he is scared.
“Peter?” You try and catch his eyes. He swallows hard and nods. “Peter look at me.” You ask. You take your hand and hold his chin to catch his eyes. The once deep brown orbs now soft and trembling.
“Are you okay?” You ask him and he swallows hard nodding.
“Yeah, you’re just making me really nervous right now with your silence. If it’s a No please tell me so I can just finish up the suit and go home—“ he starts to ramble but you cut him off with a kiss by the lips. His lips chapped but you knew he always had cherry Carmex on him. Your lips painted earlier with a gloss that peter can’t get enough of.
“I would love to go.” You tell him. His hands loose from his pockets and now around your waist.
“Can we kiss again?” He asks and you nod leaning in this time both hands holding his face as you kiss. He gets a bit more passionate, protective as he pulls you in closer and his grip gets tighter. You can’t get over the fact that the boy you adored but thought could care less about you was now making out with you in the middle of a lab.
“The suit can wait?” You ask him and he cuts you off with a kiss and then looks around the room to make sure no one came by.
“The suit will wait.”
#kats blurbs#peter parker imagine#peter parker x reader#peter parker fluff#peter parker fic#peter parker fan fic
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ratchet senpai x reader 👉👈\\\
Okay lemme try this out then😂
Valentine’s Day was a special day, one to confess your love with no restraint and love unabashed. But confessing was easier said than done.
Fidgeting with the box of chocolates you’d bought, you walked through the halls of Jujutsu tech. It was a free day, since Valentine’s Day was on a Sunday, and the kids were out free.
Getting to the door in question, your heart was pounding hard in your ears. Behind this door was your crush, Ratchet, and today was the day you were going to confess.
“E-excuse me!” Knocking on the door, you opened it quickly. Enveloped in the warmth of a space heater on high heat, your cheeks immediately flushed at seeing Ratchet in her high waisted sweats and bralette, nipple piercings showing through.
“Hey!” She shouted incredibly loud, voice booming from her chest even in the small space. She was sitting on a green couch with her phone in hand, and Gojo Satoru was across from her with his.
“Hey (Y/N)!” Gojo waved, an easy smile on his face. Even with his eyes covered, you could tell he - and Ratchet - were looking at the chocolate in your hand.
“You got chocolate from the store for us?” Ratchet asked, scratching her arm. Her tattoos were large and all over her bare arms and chest, making her look like a disgusting woman(her grandmas words, not hers).
Ratchet fidgeted with her lip piercing with her tongue, drawing your eyes to her mouth. Stiffly, you walked around the couch and sat down next to Gojo, not looking at her.
“What kind is it?” Gojo asked, leaning on your shoulder and trying to look at the little note you’d attached to the box as well.
“It’s not for you!” You snapped, clutching the box to your chest.
“You got a crush?!” Ratchet shouted, eyes glinting evilly. “You gonna give them the chocolate then the WAP?!” Your cheeks burned at her question, and you shook your head.
Shrugging, Ratchet leant back on the couch, slouching horribly and sitting with her legs wide open, like Gojo does. In this position, you could see every curve of her body and the way her bald head shone in the light coming from the window.
“So who’s it for? You can tell us, we can keep a secret.” Sending you a wink, Ratchet checked her phone before looking at you again.
“Uhm…well…” worrying your lip, you knew now was as good a chance as ever to tell her. Later that night her and Gojo would be getting absolutely shit faced off vodka and play the taiko game on the Nintendo switch.
“Tell me, tell me!” Hopping up from her seat, Ratchet stepped in front of you and squat down, utilizing her Megan knees and bouncing on her toes. Her breasts bounced as she did, and it was hard to focus.
“W-well, it’s someone in this room.” At your admittance, Ratchet barked out a laugh and slapped her hand on your thigh.
“It’s fucking me! It’s me I know it! No one loves a Sagittarius man!” Shaking your leg, Ratchet laughed even more at your shocked face and the hurt noise Gojo let out.
“I’m right aren’t I?” She asked, leaning closer to your face.
“Y-yes.” Nodding your head, the smile that spread across Ratchets cheeks made your heart skip a beat.
“Nice. Can I have a kiss? It is a holiday after all.” Her voice dropped, going from sounding like a 12yr old boy that gargles rocks to a 16yr boy that gargles rocks.
“Mhmm!” Screwing your eyes closed, you nearly fainted when Ratchet pushed up on her legs and kissed your lips, the carmex on her lips only highlighting how soft her lips are. The feeling of her piercing pushed on your lips, making your stomach tingle.
“Thanks for the candy.” She whispered against your lips, giving you one last peck before snatching the box from your hands and standing up.
“Y-yeah…” looking up at her, you thought you couldn’t blush anymore but then her hands cupped your cheeks and trailed down under your chin, lightly scraping you with her nail.
“Gimme some!” Gojo had to ruin your moment with your crush by trying to snatch the box from Ratchet. With her moderately fast reflexes, Ratchet pushed Gojos face just as his hands came out to grab the box.
“Fuck off you reject this is mine!” Ratchet screeched and Gojo punched her in the side. Ratchet often had a more rough, physical relationship with boys, often hitting each other and talking shit.
Wrestling with each other for a few minutes, Ratchet finally got the upper hand and separated from Gojo. Grabbing your hand, she pulled you to her couch, and made sure you were pressed against her.
“Maybe I’ll give you the nasty coconut candy.” She said, tucking the note you’d written into her pocket and ripping open the box. Throwing her thicc thigh over your lap and putting her arm around your shoulder, she pressed herself against you.
“Not coconut! C’mon, gimme a caramel!” Gojo whined, stamping his feet on the ground.
“Fine! Always asking for something!” Throwing the candy at him, Ratchet leaned her head on your shoulder. “(Y/N), you’re gonna join us later right? I love drunk sex, and since I’m your Valentine it makes sense...”
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Sera with the Members
a/n: mark is in this because dream is now a fixed unit and he’s part of the lineup!!!!!!
WATERMELON ADDICT
was the person who made Sera comfortable since he reminded her of home
always asks if canadian bacon is better than american bacon
‘i dONt kNoW, sERa! mEAT iS mEaT!’
she didnt actually cry on stage when he was leaving but she cried when it was just the two of them and he recorded for the last time
it was her idea for hyuck to buy him a big bottle of ketchup
CANNOT believe that mark was a churchboy and ends up acting up in music videos
the duality SCARES her
calls her finny since her name is serafina
sera has her own room but she has an extra bed so he sleeps in there when he spends the night
learned this watermelon shake to help mark’s hangover
english all the time
ever since they met, mark has always placed his elbow on her head due to her short height
sera learned this fried rice recipe from her mom and he goes over to their dorm for breakfast
‘mark bls dont touch anything. get out of the kitchen and go watch tv or something’
always brings up his messed up eggs
‘gordon spitting facts tho’
whenever he feels too overworked or too pressured, sera has always made it a point to come over to their dorm and have a movie night with just the 2 of them with his favorite snacks and drinks
LONJIN
omg these two
sera is typically not mean but when renjun starts, she becomes ruthless
always calling out his fake personality
‘everyone, don’t believe him! he’s 2 faced!’
‘what are you even saying! you act like you’re so quirky and giggly but you yeeted jisung into the wall last night!’
‘YAH!’
so yea, they fight a lot
but its very playful and they know where that line is drawn and not cross it
he talks to her about space and aliens and she listens to every word bc renjun sounds so confident and happy whenever he talks about that stuff
they’re actually 10 days apart but sera acts like she’s 10 years older than him
‘IS THAT HOW YOU TALK TO SOMEONE OLDER?!’
‘okay, granny’
always in awe whenever renjun draws and paints and she really likes seeing him in his element
unbeknowst to her, he actually draws her a lot
wants to frame all of his work
they go out to the roof and stargaze
he steals her airpods just to watch her go crazy
once hid her phone in the fridge
lives for his vocals
cannot believe how much he’s grown from chewing gum era to now
her heart strings were tugged when he cried in dnyl
renjun always says that he wishes sera was born as his little sister bc they act like they’re siblings
EYESMILE PRINCE
hmm
so their is kinda complicated
sera’s closest to him than all the members bc 1, he was her first friend and 2, he has cats
before, when they still went to school, her and jeno always went together
yes, jaemin and jeno and her went together in the beginning
but jaemin was in the hospital and recovering so it just became them 2
also, she goes to visit his parents so she can see his cats
this results to his parents and older sister adoring her
‘bongsik, nal, and seol are my kids’ - lee sera, 00 line vlive
she always craves for attention and when it isnt given bc he’s too busy playing, she just walks into his room and sits on his lap while he plays
tries to get his attention by saying stuff but he teases her by acting like she aint there
‘fine, i’ll go to jaemin’
jeno wasnt supposed to be blonde for the comeback but they were just messing around and next thing they knew, jeno’s tips were bleach blonde
when shes on that,,,, time,,,,, hes the only one in the dorm she listens to
not even johnny, who’s practically her father
collabs with her mukbang show and jsmr
he mentions her like at least once whenever he has lives that she’s not in
steals his glasses all the time just to watch him wander around with this confused adorable face
hugs are so cute w these two and czennies see them hugging in videos and she can barely reach his shoulder
forehead kisses and sweater paws for daysss
NANA
drop dead gorgeous boy
shes not safe from jaemin’s affections
*cue jeno glaring at him for stealing her*
we all know how much he loves the members and whenever sera breathes, he busts his uwus
takes so many pictures of her
sera buys him lots of lip balms and carmex but he always forgets to put them on
sera hates peaches but she buys him peach flavored sweets whenever she sees them
‘NANA!!’
sera is also an attention whore so she always runs to him and wraps her arms around him and he squeals by how cute she is
bought him an expensive camera for his birthday
has a polaroid picture of him in her clear phone case
actually, her phone background is an old picture of predebut sera, jeno, and jaemin
one of the rare moments where she cried was when she found out that jaemin wouldnt be in a few comebacks bc he was sick
kept visiting him and jaemin cannot repay her enough
the dorm is full of ryan and winnie plushies from the sofa, a tiny winnie plush on the corner of the island counter, and their bedrooms
sera is the one who always throws away the his satanic drink even though it’s still full
‘yah, you need to think about your health and if it your body is tired, dont fight it by trying to drink these to keep your energy’
sleepovers with them are often and sometimes found sleeping on the spare bed in her room
FULL SUN
our big babie
oh boi when he got hurt
sera called him twice a day, one in the morning and one at night, just to check if it’s still hurting and making sure he’s resting
forever remembers when he dressed up as a girl
‘you see, i’m not the only girl member. dongsuk is just on hiatus right now’
his name on her phone is ‘man-child’
when he went on tour with 127, she really missed him
like she missed him so much that she kept posting on instagram for him to hurry back home
still mad that he moved dorms to be with the older members
when sera got sick, she made him sing ‘no longer’ to her like a lullaby
when he asks sera to do something for him, usually she says no because he asks her to do ridiculous things but his aegyo always convinces her
thinks his color amblyopia is so fascinating and adds more into the unique traits he has
another attention giver and she loves hugging him because he gives really warm hugs
one time, jeno and sera had a fight and it got so bad that hyuck had to be called and he was the only one who got to talk some sense in sera to talk to jeno
but the legendary markhyuck summer fight was resolved because sera yelled at them and cried since they are best friends and they shouldnt be like that to each other
they made up since ‘wow sera cried’ and ‘the members are ready to beat us up if we continue this’
and by members, like all members, including the older ones
sera knows how much being the moodmaker title burdens him so she tries to ease that burden by talking to him just the two of them
DOLPHIN CHILD
look how adorable he is UWU
he is 1/2 of sera’s sons
like she’s whipped for him and jisung and he knows it too
‘noona~’
‘yes, i will give you the world, the stars, and the moon’
thinks his laugh is endearing and is sad that it isnt that high-pitched anymore since his voice got a little deeper
cannot believe how much he’s grown too
when he speaks in chinese, sera thinks its the cutest thing
‘can we give his scalp some rest? its not healthy for the boy’
trust fund babies
you know how chenle has 3 airpods?
sera went through 4 phones since she keeps losing or breaking it
dont ask how bc shes as clumsy as namjoon
had this phase where he wouldn’t stop back-hugging his noona and she just left it alone
always buys him snacks and cooks him a lot of food bc she thinks he’s too skinny and wants him to be healthy and gain some fat on those cheeks again
on their break, she went to china with jisung and her lock screen is a picture of her and chenle holding his nephew
triggered her baby fever
czennies ship them but he makes it clear she’s the older sister he’s never had
nct dream took a vacation to her hometown and she bought them basketball tickets so chenle could see his idol
his mom practically adopted her since she goes over to his apartment all the time whenever the others are getting too much for her
she misses him so much its not even funny
JISUNG PWARK
our maknae is growing up :(
sera had the whole family sit and watch the first episode of dancing high
so proud of her boy
she called him during the show and it was shown and heard about her telling him to take care of himself and to not be too hard on his body and that she’s waiting for him at home
as the youngest member overall, sera babies him the most
he obvs takes advantage of it and she used to cuddle him to sleep when he was younger bc he had a hard time sleeping
again, cooks for him a lot since he’s a growing boy and making sure he takes vitamins and drinks water and limit sugary things
she calls his mom to give him updates about her son
remember his phone that he used until it actually died?
sera actually bought him a new one before that happened and just casually gave it to him
‘i know this was going to happen so i just took care of it. i have to take care of you, jisung-ah’
hypes him up whenever he dances bc wow this boy is actually talented
doesnt really like skinship but he tolerates it when she holds his hands bc theyre so much bigger than hers
one day just woke up and she got so confused when jisung grew up
‘did you grow in your sleep?’
‘n-no?’
loves his awkward nature and she keeps saying how adorable he is and cute he is whenever he acts cool
god, she’s just so whipped for him
but tbh, who isn’t?
aaaahhhhhh i cannot believe our wish came true and they became a fixed unit and we really getting a comeback and an mv in the 29th!!!
#nct dream#nct#nct 22nd member#nct dream 8th member#nct au#nct dream imagines#nct dream imagine#nct dream scenarios#nct dream scenario#nct dream 8th member au#8th member of nct dream#nct 22nd member au#22nd member of nct#nct dream female member#nct female member#nct female addition#nct dream female addition
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Basic Character Questions
First name? Hera
Surname? Kane (Murphy?)
Middle names? Lee
Nicknames? (Murphy?)
Date of birth? 9/24/02
Age? 18
Physical / Appearance
Height? 5'6"
Weight? 125lbs
Build? thin, muscular
Hair colour? dark brown, curly
Hair style? bun
Eye colour? grey
Eye Shape? almond
Glasses or contact lenses? reading glasses, night glasses
Distinguishing facial features? n/a
Which facial feature is most prominent? nose
Which bodily feature is most prominent? hair
Other distinguishing features? height
Skin? fair, tanning
Hands? average
Make up? occasional; sharp cat eye, foundation, dark lips, blush, dark eyeshadow
Scars? inner left bicep, mid back across spine, right wrist
Birthmarks? oval inside of right knee
Tattoos? various across entire body
Physical handicaps? bad right hip, fibromyalgia, migraines, chronic fatigue, overall worn joints
Type of clothes? men's button ups, men's dress clothes, vintage men's and women's attire
How do they wear their clothes? tucked in, loose fitting
What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc) callused feet, hammer toes. men's shoes, 6in heels, oxfords, good quality
Race / Ethnicity? caucasian, Irish heritage
Mannerisms? leg bouncing, lip biting, sitting with leg propped, limp on right side
Are they in good health? no
Do they have any disabilities? not legally
Personality
What words or phrases do they overuse? like, probably, uh, I mean
Do they have a catchphrase? indeed
Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? pessimist, though tries to encourage optimism in others
Are they introverted or extroverted? ambivert
Do they ever put on airs? no
What bad habits do they have? zoning out, talking too fast, not sleeping, not eating enough, binge eating
What makes them laugh out loud? whose line, crush flattering them
How do they display affection? compliments, affectionate touches, mock insults
Mental handicaps? depression, anxiety, overthinking, slight adhd
How do they want to be seen by others? strong, confident, capable, protector
How do they see themselves? crippled, broken, worthless, challenged
How are they seen by others? stubborn, loud, capable, caring
Strongest character trait? unforgiving
Weakest character trait? impatience
How competitive are they? very
Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider? impulsive
How do they react to praise? hide away, deny it
How do they react to criticism? shamed, crying
What is their greatest fear? secrets being discovered
What are their biggest secrets? they are polyromantic greysexual, a feminist, have long term online friends, (hopefully) will soon be dating a woman, is an independent
What is their philosophy of life? do no harm but take no shit
When was the last time they cried? a week ago, having a mental breakdown
What haunts them? inevitability to disappoint their family and be disowned
What are their political views? independent, leaning left
What will they stand up for? the treatment of others
Who do they quote? carrie fisher, hozier, brie larson
Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? both
What is their sinful little habit? listening/watching 'none christian' things
What sense do they most rely on? hearing
How do they treat people better than them? respect, positivity, optimism
How do they treat people worse than them? assuming the worst, judging, sarcasm
What quality do they most value in a friend? loyalty
What do they consider an overrated virtue? prudence
If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be? physical strength
What is their obsession? swords, women
What are their pet peeves? incorrect animal care, being talked down to, loud chewing
What are their idiosyncrasies? doors must always be closed and locked, gets up two hours earlier than needed, will fall asleep if reading on the computer
Friends and Family
Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of? big; mother, father, five older brothers, two older sisters, one younger sister, three nephews, two nieces, four aunts, five uncles, many cousins, two grandmothers, one grandfather
What is their perception of family? overrated; the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb
Do they have siblings? Older or younger? 8 siblings; five older brothers, two older sisters, one younger sister
Describe their best friend. the same as them. fight more than flight, major physical problems, mentally worn out, respect is given until proven undeserved, funny, caring, heart over head
Ideal best friend? see; best friend
Describe their other friends. overall kind, caring, considerate, musically talented, loud
Describe their acquaintances. annoyances, loud, bubbly, hyperactive
Do they have any pets? one dog, two horses, six sheep, many chickens, many snakes
Who are their natural allies? minorities, protectors, those who need protecting
Who are their surprising allies? church youth, some police, nurses
Past and Future
What was your character like as a baby? As a child? easygoing as a baby, wanting attention and to be part of older siblings' group as child
Did they grow up rich or poor? lower-middle class, wanting some but getting few
Did they grow up nurtured or neglected? nurtured physically, neglected emotionally
What is the most offensive thing they ever said? 'it is disgusting gay people can adopt' (a lie)
What is their greatest achievement? having the courage to come out to online friends
What was their first kiss like? n/a has not kissed anyone
What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? thoughts of abandoning family
What are their ambitions? to marry someone they love, have a self built farm, foster teenagers, be a freelance artist
What advice would they give their younger self? don't give up, you are not an abomination for being attracted to women, do not tell youth leader about suicidal thoughts
What smells remind them of their childhood? homemade pizza, pines, dogs
What was their childhood ambition? to be a veterinarian
What is their best childhood memory? being with older siblings and hanging out with their friends
What is their worst childhood memory? figuring out they were polyromantic, the fear of being found out and disowned
Did they have an imaginary childhood friend? n/a
What past act are they most proud of? talking to other kids first
Has anyone ever saved their life? doctors; had major kindey infection at age of two, had major uti at age of eight
Strongest childhood memory? disappointing parents
Love
Do they believe in love at first sight? infatuation at first side, that may develop in to love
Are they in a relationship? working on asking a woman out
How do they behave in a relationship? caring, prioritizing spouse, lots of gifts
When did you character last have sex?
n/a, does not desire sex
What sort of sex do they have? n/a
Has your character ever been in love? currently in love
Have they ever had their heart broken? no. has ghosted a fuckboy and thought they had broken his heart
Conflict
How do they respond to a threat? defensive, posturing, threatening
Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? fists
What is your character’s kryptonite? children, sob stories
If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? electronics
How do they perceive strangers? men are possible threats, women are in danger
What do they love to hate? disney villains
What are their phobias? aquaphobia, entomophobia, atychiphobia
What is their choice of weapon? longsword
What living person do they most despise? larry nassar
Have they ever been bullied or teased? yes
Where do they go when they’re angry? bathroom, bedroom, outside
Who are their enemies and why? n/a, enemies are unknown
Work, Education and Hobbies
What is their current job? apprentice horse trainer and farm hand
What do they think about their current job? too physically taxing, worsens already poor physical condition
What are some of their past jobs? n/a
What are their hobbies? reading, writing, drawing, video games, research on medieval times, watching tv, movies, youtube
Educational background? homeschooled highschool graduate
Intelligence level? low, cannot do simple math, does not know history
Do they have any specialist training? n/a
Do they have a natural talent for something? art, slightly
Do they play a sport? Are they any good? equestrian sports, intermediate
What is their socioeconomic status? low social status, seen as unlikeable, n/a economic status
Favourites
What is their favourite animal? wolves
Which animal to they dislike the most? insects
What place would they most like to visit? mountains of utah
What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? mountains
What is their favourite song? in a week by hozier
Music, art, reading preferred? alternative, metal, emo music. realistic, stylised, comic-esque art. fantasy, medieval, adventure, action books.
What is their favourite colour? black, blood red
What is their password? "I love you for who you are"
Favourite food? steak, homemade rolls, pizza, salad
What is their favourite work of art? women with umbrellas, reunited
Who is their favourite artist? mambo
What is their favourite day of the week? friday
Possessions
What is in their fridge? frozen pizzas, salad stuff, soda, beer, snacks
What is on their bedside table? mace, a notebook and pen, phone, cologne, empty cans
What is in their car? mask, air freshener, large knife, window breaker, charger
What is in their bin? candy wrappers, cans, bottles
What is in their purse or wallet? pepper spray, bible, book, keys, pen, pencil, mints
What is in their pockets? knife, carmex
What is their most treasured possession? their truck
Spirituality
Who or what is your character’s guardian angel? Gabriel
Do they believe in the afterlife? Yes
What are their religious views? non-denominational Christianity
What do they think heaven is? where there is no pain, or hurt, where you can be with your loved ones (including pets) for eternity without getting tired of their company
What do they think hell is? suffering, eternal torment, both physical and psychological pain
Are they superstitious? no
What would they like to be reincarnated as? a sandcat
How would they like to die? by sword
What is your character’s spirit animal? house cat
What is their zodiac sign? libra
Values
What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? rape, mutilation, taking away loved ones
What is their view of ‘freedom’? being able to do as you like, as long as it does not harm others
When did they last lie? earlier in the day
What’s their view of lying? not necessarily good, but needed on some occasions for safety
When did they last make a promise? tonight, promising to get a full night's sleep
Did they keep or break their last promise? break it
Daily life
What are their eating habits? hectic- binge eating one day and eating nothing the next. usually eating on impulse rather than specific times
Do they have any allergies? lactose, sulfa
Describe their home. medium sized, lots of storage space, including many closets. an organized mess, knowing where everything is exactly without putting it away, unless it is clothing
Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? somewhere in the middle, though leaning towards clutter hoarder. loves collecting shot glasses
What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? get dressed, feed the animals, have breakfast
What do they do on a Sunday afternoon? eat pizza, hang out with friends or family, watch a movie
What do they do on a Friday night? drink with friends at home, hang out
What is the soft drink of choice? dr pepper
What is their alcoholic drink of choice? whiskey
Miscellaneous
What is their character archetype? The Trickster
Who is their hero? Gal Gadot, Gideon the Ninth
What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween? Gideon the Ninth
Are they comfortable with technology? somewhat
If they could save one person, who would it be? Hozier
If they could call one person for help, who would it be? best friend
What is their favourite proverb? the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb
What is their greatest extravagance? clothes
What is their greatest regret? not being who their parents wanted them to be
What is their perception of redemption? if you truly change and do your best, most everything is redeemable, but there are some things which can never be forgiven
What would they do if they won the lottery? buy a cottage, clothes, animals, and put some into savings
What is their favourite fairytale? the three bears, by robert southey
What fairytale do they hate? the little mermaid (original)
Do they believe in happy endings? yes
What is their idea of perfect happiness? being loved, loving others, and being content with what you have
What would they ask a fortune teller? will they find a spouse who loves them wholeheartedly?
If your character could travel through time, where would they go? the 1830s, dressed as a man and supporting women, whom know they are a women themselves
What sport do they excel at? n/a
What sport do they suck at? all. unable to do physical sports
If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? super strength
#character sheet#but like#me#I'm the character#some of it is for my current situation#and some is what I hope to happen in the future#not gonna tell you what parts what tho
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ms. popular | bae joohyun
request: hi how are you I wanted to ask for a high school fame reader x yandere Irene. Thank you I love your work ❤
admin: jade
genre: angst
warnings: mention of blood, death, knives
word count: 2.8K
author’s note: i finished this at two in the morning and my god, i suck at scary things but i was looking around my room PANICKED alsp apush is Advanced Placement US History ans i’m sorry the moodboard looks gross i’ll fix it in the morning for you!
you smiled as you walked down the hall, waving at everyone. you truly were the it girl, the one that everyone knew, everyone either hated or adored you, but the feeling for you was mostly adoration, so many people respected you. You stopped at your locker as your friend walked over. “hi Irene,” you smiled as you searched through your purse looking for the yellow tube of carmex that you had. you pulled it out and put it on and smiled as Irene and you spoke. “I can’t do it anymore y/n,” you pouted. “Oh come onnnn, chem isn’t that bad, it’s the teacher, i say we go to guidance and complain, it’s not our fault he can’t teach, that’s on him.” she nodded and sighed. “but i’d feel beyond guilty if he got fired,” you nodded as you thought about it, you quickly snapped out of it as the warning bell rang. you shut your locker as you said bye to your friend and walked away to the first period, everyone watching you. you pushed your hair away carefully and smiled as you walked into your class and found your seat. “What would you do if you didn’t have your popularity?” you rolled your eyes at minhyuk as he smirked, waiting for your cheesy response. you leaned over your desk and looked at him. “what would you do if you were seen as a decent guy instead of a cheating dirt bag?” you smirked and leaned back as his friends looked at you in shock. occasionally you were able to pull through with clap backs but sometimes you weren’t. but OH BOY when you had one everyone would look at you in awe. “alright, alright, everyone get to their seats, leave y/n alone,” you smiled as he had everyone sit down. “we have a new student today, this is Seunghee,” you watched as she walked in. She had long legs, beautiful dark hair, she was wearing a nice blouse that was pink and a pair of jeans. you smiled and waved at her. Your teacher smiled as she looked around. “hi, I'm Seunghee, nice to meet all of you,” she nodded and smiled a little. you watched as the teacher told her to sit in the open desk next to yours.
You smiled as you caught Seunghee up with her work. The whole time she stared with dark eyes. You cleared your throat and she’d snap out of it. A few other times you could tell she was staring at you. it was a little concerning but, you were kinda used to getting stares from people, it didn’t really freak you as much as it freak out others you just accepted it as her behavior. You were used to people staring at you. You walked out of class and she followed behind you, not too close but not too far. You tried to ignore it, but it was a little odd. Irene walked over and smiled. “hey y/n, how did apush go?” Along with being who you were you were actually pretty smart. You shrugged at her. “it was alright, she hinted at a possible pressure right tomorrow” Irene groaned. “nooooo,” you nodded and sighed. “If it's on world war two i think i’ll do okay,” Irene nodded as you looked out of the corner of your eye to see that the new girl was no longer there. your body loosened when you saw she was gone. ( you didn’t even realize that you were tensed up.) Irene looked at you. “Are you okay y/n, something doesn’t seem right,” You looked at her and shrugged. “I’ll tell you when we sit down,” The two of you stopped walking and rested against the lockers outside your chemistry room. Your teacher was always late to class. By “always” you mean that 4 out of 5 days of the week your teacher was opening the door for his students to come in forty-two seconds after the bell. You and Irene did the math to average out how late he usually is. The bell rang and you stared at the dull ceiling waiting. “I still don’t see him, I think we should leave.” Your classmate chuckled as you rolled your eyes. You’d love to ditch class, but you would prefer to not see your grade fall. You heard the door slam open as your teacher smiled. “Sorry, I appear to be late today,” Your other classmate rolled her eyes. “You’re late everyday, apologizing doesn’t change that,” He looked at the student annoyed as you walked in with Irene and sat down at your desks. “Soooo… you’re gonna tell me what’s up now, right?” Irene smiled as you nodded. “So there’s a new girl in my class, for apush, well she seems nice and all but the entire class she stared at me, it wasn’t like a quick look then look the other way but she stared for a whole ass five minutes, I have to sit next to her too,” Irene furrowed her brows. “Are you sure this isn’t your imagination playing games?” You shook your head. “No, she was staring, not even a little bit,” Irene nodded. You watched as your teacher stared at you, “Y/n… Irene, are we ready to continue the lesson?” You looked up at him. “You haven’t started class though, that’s why we were talking,” He looked at you. “Well we’re losing class time because of chitchat,” Irene squinted. “Actually we lose more class time from you being late everyday but whatever go with you think.” He looked at the two of you silent before continuing on.
The two of you walked out and sighed as you headed to the cafeteria. “I swear i hate that man” You rolled your eyes as you sat down at one of the tables. Tossing your backpack on the ground. Irene nodded quickly. “Why did he call us out when he was setting up a presentation and doing nothing else?” You shook your head. “I don’t know, but he doesn’t deserve to be a teacher.” You watched as someone sat at the table connected to yours. You moved your bag over so it wasn’t in their way. You looked over and realized it was Seunghee. She looked at you for a little bit then cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, I don't mean to stare, you’re just really pretty, do you think you can help me out with apush? I'm a little lost.” She scratched the back of her head as you nodded and looked at her. “Yeah, of course,” She smiled as you leaned over to help her. No words went through her head as she stared at you. Irene noticed and kicked your foot under the table. “I think we should go talk to guidance now about our small situation with Chemistry,” You looked at Irene. “I guess this would be a good time,” You paused then looked at Seunghee. “Sorry, how about I give you my number and you can text me any questions you have.” You smiled and pulled out a pad of sticky notes and wrote your number in your careful, neat handwriting. “Thank you,” She smiled and took the sticky note, You grabbed your bag and walked out with Irene. “What made you want to go now?” You looked at her curiously, as you walked to guidance. “She does stare at you weird, as you were helping her she wasn’t paying attention at all,” You shrugged, “I think I was over thinking though, she just seems really shy and I don’t blame her, she’s coming to a brand new school and I’m sure the work load already put on her is scary.” Irene sighed. “I dunno, I just want you to be safe,” You shook your head and smiled at Irene. “Don’t worry, I’m careful,” You reassured her as she nodded slightly. “I guess,” You smiled softly at Irene. “I kinda feel bad for leaving her though,” you pouted slightly as she shrugged. “I’m sure she’s fine, she’s a pretty girl, anyone would go sit with her so she isn’t lonely.” You nodded slightly at Irene.
By the time you got home you were already texting Seunghee, you came to find her as such a sweet girl. You started to feel guilty about what you were saying to Irene about her. You found out that she’s shy, a comedic genius but she also had a real nice voice. Something about her vocals were eerie. You loved it, her voice sent chills up your spine. You asked her why she left her previous town, just to keep conversation going and the call went dark. “Don’t ask about that” her voice dropped to a low raspy tone, goosebumps covered your arms as you tried to picture her face in this exact moment. “S-sorry” you couldn’t help but stutter over your words. You swallowed as she picked up conversation again. Her tone changed dramatically to her normal uplifting tone. You kept talking to her as you decided to look up her name. Many resources popped up, showing the death of a teenage girl from the town Seunghee moved from, and it happened days before she moved to your town. Seunghee heard your typing and squinted. “I didn’t think any of your classes had a written assignment,” You swallowed at her comment as you looked at pictures of the victim. “O-oh, no,” your voice was shaky and Seunghee picked up on it. “I’m helping with my mom’s work,” you nodded to yourself with the lie you just told. “You’re looking me up aren’t you?” her voice was low again. You blushed and thought of a cover quickly. “I was curious to see if i could follow you on social media,” You swallowed, with how fast she changed her tone was starting to alarm you. “I’ll send you my usernames through chat after we hang up,” You shut your laptop. “Okay, that’s fine,” Seunghhe thought, starting to think you didn’t trust her. “I think you and Irene should have a sleepover with me,” You thought, “I dunno,” your voice sounded a bit wary. On the other side of the line Seunghee looked annoyed. “Do you not trust me or something? You sound a little scared,” You swallowed. “No, I trust you, but how come you’re inviting Irene?” Seunghee’s voice drifted off in a scary tone, she had other intentions in mind but of course she wasn’t going to say them. To her that would ruin the fun. “Just cause she’s your friend, I’d like to get to know her as well, because she’s friends with you and I love you,” You smiled a little, taking her “I love you” as a platonic thing. “Awe, i love you too Seunghee,” You mainly said it back because you were starting to get scared of her. How did she know Irene’s name? Did you say it during free period? Did she stalk your socials and you have no idea? So many questions ran through your head. Mostly about the girl that mysteriously “disappeared” but the police cleared it as if it was a murder. You snapped out of it as Seunghee’s voice bellowed through your phone. “So is it a yes or no? I think tomorrow night will work best.” You swallowed. “Oh.. uh yeah, sure, sounds like a plan,” Seunghee smiled to herself, plans running through her head. “Perfect, I’ll see you then,”
You hung up right away and texted Irene. “I fucked up, Seunghee is not as nice as I thought, she invited us over for a sleepover, I accidentally agreed, her tone was scary and it sounds like she has other plans,” Irene read your text. “So you’re telling me that we both have to go over,” A few moments later she sent another text. “I guess it’s fine, i rather have both of us there than one of us.” you sighed in relief as you texted Seunghee. “Both of us can be there :)” Seunghee left you on read as you stared up at the ceiling and gulped. Having no idea what to expect the next night.
Irene showed up at your door. “Ready?” You nodded slightly as you grabbed your bag and got in the car with Irene. You quickly took a picture with her and put it on your Snapchat story, if you did go missing at least you had plenty of people that could see where you could possibly be.
You watched as Irene parked, the two of you looked at what seemed like a normal house then looked at each other before getting out of the car. Before you could even ring the doorbell, Seunghee had the door open and smiled in the friendliest way possible. “Hi, i’m glad we’re able to hang out, it’s always so hard for me to make friends.” Seunghee pouted then gave you a hug and you hugged her back carefully, not wanting to get too close. You let go after a moment as she held on for a few more moments before pulling away. She looked over and waved at Irene. “I hope we get closer as you are one of y/n’s friends.” Irene nodded a little. “I’d like to get to know you too, as y/n’s best friend, i can’t wait for the three of us to be like the three musketeers,” Seunghee nodded a little. “Wouldn’t that be cute,” She smiled a little before leading the two of you to her bedroom, “I have the couch and one of you could sleep in my bed with me too,” She smiled innocently, her eyes looked hooded over, a look unfamiliar from anyone else you’ve seen. Seunghee stared at you for a moment as the familiar feeling from the phone call came back “So, y/n, are you pretty much the number one girl at school?” Seunghee looked at you as you shrugged. “I guess you could say that, I just get along with everyone,” You smiled innocently. She nodded and sighed. “I’ve always wanted to be the popular girl that everyone loves,” You nodded a little, listening carefully to understand what she was saying. She shrugged, “I also don’t mind being the new girl though, I don’t like attention all the time,” You nodded and smiled a little. “That makes sense,” She looked over at Irene, she looked stiff and closed off as her arms were crossed over her chest and she held her legs close to her as well. “Irene, would you mind helping me a little? The pizza should be here and I just need to pay, I was wondering if you could help carry it up here as I pay,” Irene nodded. “Oh, sure, I don’t mind helping you out,” Irene smiled as Seunghee looked at the time. “I think we should head down now,” Irene nodded and stood up as she walked downstairs as Seunghee followed moments later, after staring at you yet again. You sighed in relief to yourself, this wasn’t going as bad as you thought so far but it still wasn’t great. Maybe Seunghee was just tired last night and that’s why her mood was changing so much. You nodded to yourself, reassuring yourself that nothing could go wrong. You stretched out on the couch. You heard a bang and sat up a little as you listened to what was going on. The door did make an odd noise when you opened it early on your way in, that must be the sound you hear.
You truly thought that until you heard an ear piercing scream. You jumped up and ran downstairs, you watched as Irene exited the bathroom. “Sorry, a spider scared me,” You nodded a little and smiled, “i just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Irene smiled, “awe thank you, that means a lot.” You walked in the bathroom, not seeing anything odd until you looked in the mirror after washing your hands. Drip drop...drip...drip...drip. You looked at the faucet and didn’t see anything wrong. You pulled the shower curtain back slightly and saw a red liquid dripping down, slowly but surely. You looked around until you saw where the sound was coming from. Seunghee was hanging there, her throat slit, blood covering her. You felt nauseous as you dropped down at the toilet and threw up, not expecting the sight of your new found friend. You stood up and opened the door while your body shook. “..what did you do?” you asked quietly then repeated your self louder as Irene smirked, holding the knife she used to hurt your friend. “I love you y/n,” You swallowed as she got closer with the knife. “I don’t want anyone in the way of our love,” before you could act, everything went black.
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Midnight: Chapter 15
Pairing: Clark Kent/ Metahuman! Black! OFC!
Rating: E or M, NC-17 whatever just not for under 18
Warnings: Smut! ( Finally what I promised right?)
A/n: Okay as as mentioned above this chapter does contain smut, if its not your thing skip to the end. I give a brief summary in my ending author’s note. Please don’t blow me up talking about you weren’t warned.
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Midnight: Chapter 15
*Flashback*
“Come on Clark you gotta tighten up my dude. This shit is not cute.”
I was standing in the bedroom to his room at his mother's house, in jeans, yellow t-shirt 70′s writing of the words BOSS, across the chest, my silver hoop earrings and freshly applied cherry carmex. Mrs. Martha had called to to come drag Clark from his self imposed shut down, so instead of a quick mall trip by my lonesome, I was here. He and Lois broke up two weeks ago and he went from optimistic to wanting to follow her to the assignment she picked up overseas (and I told him that might be a bad idea if Superman got a rep for stalking women) he was now in the depression stage. Martha has enough of him not coming out of his room (he also couldn’t go back to the apartment he shared with Lois.) and requests for chocolate and junk food.
Apparently I was the big guns, and I had no clue how bad it was until just now standing in the doorway to the room. It literally had enough empty bottles to become a recycling plant. He was giving me teenage boy vibes and this was a grown ass man.
The part of me that wanted Clark for myself was kind of happy that he and Lois weren’t together but a bigger part of me was crushed for my best friend. I knew how much he loved her, how he planned on proposing to her next month on their anniversary. I could feel how upset he was and I wanted him to feel better.
“Gia what are you doing here?”
“I came to figure out why my best friend has been dodging my phone calls for two days the. I find out he is back at home with his mother and is doing his best to become part of the furniture.”
“I’m sick Gia.”
I stare at him pointedly.
“Kiss my ass your sick....That would work if you were human Clark. You can’t catch a goddamn virus. Now if you had told me a stomach ache I might have believed you. Get your lying ass up dude!”
I walked into the room, and sat at the foot of his bed. He had the covers pulled over his face. He had reached the grief stage and it was not good. I started pulling on the covers trying to inch it down and it worked for the whole of two seconds before he put a stop to that.
“Gia I just want to be left alone.”
I raise an eyebrow and look around in the chaos.
“If this room is any indication to go by you cannot be trusted to be left to your own devices.”
“Giaaaaa.” He groans out and I stifle a giggle, because I know he is in pain but the whine he did was kinda hilarious.
“Kaaaal.”
I copy his tone and then he sighs and pulls the cover tighter. It was my turn to sigh. I kick off my shoes, and walk over to the opposite side of the bed that Clark was laying on.
I focus all my energy into my hand and yank at his cover, having just enough force to pull it away, however I don’t yank it completely off of him, choosing to slide in next to him.
Clark’s big blue eyes look about as sad as I had ever seen him and his hair looked slightly overgrown and he was growing a beard, only clothed in a pair of shorts. Laying down next to him, I reached up to his face, because the face of the strongest man in the world did not look like the strongest.
“Clark you have got to come face the world sometime.”
“Does it have to be today? The world is probably the reason she left. I was so busy saving it that I bet she didn’t want to stay around.”
“Yes boo it has to be today. You can’t sit in here day after day, it won’t make her come back. I’m not saying it isn’t hard to get over something like this but the first step is to try.”
“What if I don’t want to try?”
“Well I guess we could lay here all day? I mean I may or may not start doing my Britney Spears impressions, then maybe I’ll move on to Miley Cyrus, because I know just how much you love that Party in the USA song, then maybe a little “Girl on Fire” by Alicia Keys....”
He doesn’t move
“ Ooh baby, baby, ohh Baby baby”
“Okay okay. I’ll get up just please no singing.”
I start laughing as Clark flips the covers back, and gets up. I knew he absolutely could not stand those songs and/or artists. I couldn’t help but look him over, his body just as fit as ever, slightly jealous that he could spend multiple days eating and drinking nothing but crap and still look like you could grate cheese on his abs.
-“Stop it Gia.”- I told myself because I knew I couldn’t go down that road of thinking.
“So now that you got me out of bed what do you want me to do.”
-‘Get back in.-’ Says my inner-thoughts. Outwardly I say
“I think you need a day out. Get dressed Kent. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
I pull myself from his bed and start walking, slightly tripping over something on the floor.
“Oh and you need to clean up this mess before we leave, Ms. Martha is not about to chew me out for your mess. No sir.”
“M’am yes M’am.” He says with a look that didn’t scream America Golden boy, but something that was up to no good.
He says cheekily and half ass salutes in my direction. I toss up my middle finger in his direction and start singing, ‘She’s just a girl, but she’s on fire...’, much to his annoyance, and close the door to his room on the way out, knowing he can hear me all the way down the stairs and even is whisper, which annoys him even worse...
*Later that night*
“Clark you are such a cockblocker!”
We were standing near the exit outside of a bar in Metropolis. We had been there about an hour and a half, Clark had a couple of beers while I sipped on a drink. I left him at the table to get us another round and some shots when a good looking guy walked over to me. He was tall, fit and looked like he kept himself together with a neat fade all waved out and a swagger about himself. Also his emotions were quite even keeled. Which was nice and rare for a change of guys coming up to radiating all the emotions of someone only looking to bone. He introduced himself as Terrance, and I gave him my name. We were talking for all of 10 minutes when Clark walked over to where we were standing, and I had just finished laughing at something Terrance had said, Clark puts his hand on my lower back and says
“Gia darling I’ve been looking for you. Did you get the drinks? Oh who is your friend?”
I glared at him and then said “This is Terrence, Terrence this is my friend Clark.”
Clark shakes his hand but I can tell he puts just a little too much force behind it because the guy winces ever so slightly and Clark emotions go from protective, jealous to pleased.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes and instead look at Terrence.
“It was cool to meet you both, I’ve got to get back to my friends.”
He was scurrying away before I could even say goodbye. It was then that I dragged Clark outside.
“What do you mean Gia?”
“Don’t play dumb with me Alien boy.” I say the last part in a whisper and poke him in his chest.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“So you are going to act like you didn’t just almost break ole’ boys hand in there?”
At this he laughs slightly, but it was at least more of a genuine laugh than I had gotten from him in a few weeks.
“I wasn’t going to break it. I just wanted to see how he held up. If he even wants the potential to be in your life he’s got to pass muster.”
“Your muster. He passed mine just fine.”
“You would have chewed him up and spit him back out Gia. Besides he wasn’t worthy I mean he didn’t even have his pants pulled up all the way.”
“I told you if it’s done right is called swagger. Anyway. Like I said you are a cockblocker.”
“Sure, you will be thanking me later from saving you from a bad decision.”
I did some kind of cross between a growl and groan and turned away starting to go back inside realizing Clark wasn’t going to get it. He stops me by gently grabbing my arm.
“Gia wait.”
He pulls me backward to him again, I end squarely folded into his arms, with his front pressed to my back, face in the curls I left down for the night. I ignore how good this feels, the smell of him, the strength corded through his arms as he holds me tightly.
“I am sorry Gia. I guess I just don’t want you to leave me. Tonight was supposed to be about the two of hanging out, helping me get over a heartbreak. I just didn’t want my best friend to leave me to drink alone.”
He says next to my ear and I fight off a shutter. I respond by taking a deep breath and saying.
“I wasn’t going to leave you Clark, what kind of best friend would I be if I let you drink alone?”
I did my best to be mad, but with the way he wrapped his arms around me, the small yet sweet words he used, I was putty. He didn’t have to know how turned on I got by the sound of his voice and honestly I didn’t want to figure out why my heart was racing. If I stayed like this any longer he would figure out it wasn’t from anger.
So I pulled away from him and turned back faux mad and said
“Come on Kent bring your ass, next round is on you...”
One hour later:
We walked into my apartment, glad that I hadn’t left it a mess before heading over to see Clark. He trailed behind me, holding the box of cookies from the late night cookie place not far from my house.
“I still can’t believe we stopped for cookies at 12 in the morning.”
“Come on Clark you know there is nothing better than a warm cookie late at night. How many times have you snuck one of your mom’s cookies at night when she was sleeping.”
He ponders
“Touché. I didn’t even know that place existed.”
“Yes, it’s fairly new but still awesome. My coworker told me about it and I went one night.”
I didn’t tell him my first time going was the night he showed me the ring he got for Lois and I ate way too many cookies and some vanilla ice cream then had a pity party I threw for myself.
He shakes off his jacket and I cut on a lamp in the living room. He goes over to my couch and plops down, carefully as not to break it. He opens the box of treats and starts to eat one. One of the types I picked out, even though he didn’t ask for that one when specifically asked.
I came back with bottles of water from my kitchen to find the travesty in my living room.
“Oh hell naw! You are seriously about to get put the fuck out dude! I know you are not eating my peanut butter chocolate chip cookie.”
“There’s like 3 in here.” He shrugs not giving a care in the world and looking down at his phone.
“Yep and all three were mine Kal-El. Now I’ve got to fight you...”
At this he looks up and notices I have red energy balled up on my fingertips. He has half of the cookie left and offers it to me sheepishly, I almost knock it out his hand but that would be too much of a waste so I grab it and eat the rest and wave my hand at the tv.
“It is so easy to forget you have powers Gia. That you are like me in some ways, but then you do little things like cut a tv on with a wave of your hand or try to kill me and I remember.”
“I’ve been trying to tamper my use but honestly I just don’t want to look for the remote.”
“Good reason. Now since I’m not ready to go home yet and you promised me a movie. What’s on?”
I flicked through Netflix, choosing to cast some action flick I’d been meaning to watch, knowing that anything sappy would just make Clark sad again. I put my feet on the coffee table in front of me, relaxing into the cushions finally. Honestly I wanted to put on pajamas but currently they all consisted of Clark’s shirts and short-shorts (if I even wore those) it wouldn’t be appropriate to wear around him, nor did I want him to take them back. So I stayed in my clothes and Clark had come out of his shoes, socks and the glasses he didn’t need. In a surprise move however instead of sitting straight up on his end of the couch, he lays down, head in my lap.
Most of the time it was Lois he laid on like this or I fell asleep on his shoulder on accident, never fully intentional. I didn't jump up, instead my hands flew up to his hair and pushed it back. He emits relaxed energy and settles further in my lap. I briefly wondered how long had it been since he allowed himself to be cared for?
We watched the movie and I polished off two cookies and we were about halfway through when an intimate scene came on in the film. My heart rate picks up slightly as the faces on scene blur slightly and I let my mind wonder to what it would be like if that was me and Clark.
“You know I can hear your heartbeat right?”
I push at his head playfully and he sits up, but he is much closer than before because of how he had moved to put his head in my lap. He is smiling one of those megawatt smiles and I Want to punch him kinda but I also want to kiss him. The thought only arouses me further and I want to disappear into the couch.
“It’s a perfectly natural reaction to the movie.”
“Sure, this isn’t because you find Sebastian Stan attractive or anything. Sure.”
He takes a large slip of his water, smug.
“Hey I’ve got to take my kicks where I can get them. Since someone that shall remain nameless kept scaring the guys away from me all night.”
“All of them were looking at you like a piece of meat.”
“ Did you ever think that I wanted them too. I mean come on, a girl has her needs.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to sleep with some guy you barely know because he shows you some attention.”
I look at him hurt. He had no clue I was still a virgin but that didn’t give him the right to imply I was whoring myself out to any and everyone. Even if I did he still had no right to judge me.
“Do you really think that low of me Clark? That I sleep with everyone?”
He immediately radiates guilt and regret.
“No I didn’t say that.”
“You implied it. I..I think I’m going to head to bed. You can let yourself out now Kal.”
I say and realize maybe that was one of the reasons he could never see me the way I saw him. This whole time he thought I was a hoe. I get up from my position on the couch, and as my face and eyes burn from embarrassment and sadness I walk to my room, but Clark is faster, stopping in front of me to keep me from the entrance to my bedroom.
“Clark move.”
I say, moving very quickly to the anger stage.
“Gia wait. Please I’m sorry. I swear I wasn’t thinking of you like that. It was bad wording...”
“If it came out that easy then you were already thinking it.”
“I wasn’t! Honest!”
I roll my eyes and focus my energy into my hand again, having practiced just enough strength to move Clark even if he wasn’t willing. I was proud of myself when he actually moved and I had enough time to get into my room, close and lock the door.
“Fucking Jackass.” I whisper to the empty room.
I don’t wait to hear the door close, settling on a hot shower to get all the grime and dirt off of me from sitting in a smoky , sweaty bar half the night. I chastised myself the entire time I was in the shower looking back on all the times we laughed together, me possibly making a sex related joke or dirty throw away comment and realizing he had been thinking that of me the entire time. I grabbed an old shirt and shorts for bed, glad that bras were not required for being in your own home. I cut off the light to en-suite bathroom and jumped nearly a foot finding Clark sitting in my accent chair next to the now open window.
“Goddamnit Kal-El you scared the shit out of me. How did you get in here?”
“You should really keep your windows locked, I mean there are so many weird folks out here that could want to hurt you. Trust me I hear most of them.”
“Well I can deal with most creepers just like I thought I had dealt with the one standing in my room right now.”
I say, waving my hand toward the lamp next to my bed that comes on to illuminate his face. I can feel that he’s sorry and then desire comes right behind the sorry emotions.
“Are you wearing my shirt?”
Clark asks me suddenly, with his head turned slightly, almost in confusion and I take note as I looked down, that it was one of his royals shirts and it fell about mid-thigh, which regrettably hid my shorts.
“I may or may not have borrowed it a while ago, but anyway that is off topic. Why are you still here?”
He comes from the other side of my bed rather quickly, but his gait is not relaxed, it is more of a proud quickstep. I called it his ‘determination’ look, and now I was nervous. Was he mad for me borrowing...stealing the shirt? His emotions didn’t read mad however. In fact they were the exact opposite, the intensity of them made me rub my thighs together slightly.
“I was here to make you listen to my apology because you are being stubborn again and you know exactly how much I hate you being mad at me so I was going to volunteer servitude and grovel shamelessly but now I am not so sure.”
I could feel the tension in the room and I was sure I was just making it awkward for myself. So I crossed the room, away from him, and headed to my dresser, going to a drawer where I kept other nightwear that didn’t belong to Clark. I didn’t have many options but I certainly didn’t want to look at him. I bent down to get a new shirt from the drawer, quickly skipping over the other 6 shirts that belonged to him.
“So what aren’t you sure about Clark? I don’t give apologies for stealing a comfy shirt. Like you want it back or something? I mean at least let me toss it in the wash first.”
Grabbing a purple tank top that I hardly wore, I stood back up, jumping at the slight of Clark directly behind me in the mirror.
“Oh I think I want it back but not after you’ve washed it.”
I haven’t turned around, choosing to stare at him from the mirror. Our eyes are locked and my face feels warm again, I fiddle with the shirt in my hand as lust begins to roll off of Clark in waves. In direct reaction to both of our emotions swirling around I feel myself grow wet.
“You know I’ve been looking for this shirt all over.”
Clark steps close enough that I feel the warmth he radiates on my back. He doesn’t break eye contact as he pulls me backwards, I gasp feeling his hardness poke me in my back, seeing as he was quite a bit taller than me. He leans down his hand still on his waist, and sniffs, I let myself melt closer to him, so unsure of myself or what exactly was happening but unable to stop it. He pulls away from my hair and sniffs again.
“You know Gia, one of the perks of being an ‘Alien boy’ as you like to call me, is that my sense of smell is fantastic. Do you have any clue what I smell now?”
I shake my head, too nervous to say the wrong thing and ruin whatever was happening.
“I smell nothing but you. I can smell how aroused you are and it’s driving me crazy. Usually it’s faint, covered by your clothes and body washes, I can ignore it, chalk it up to you thinking of someone else. This time I can’t.”
“Clark I am...”
“Please don’t say you are sorry Gia. I don’t want you to be. What I want is my shirt back, now are you going to take it off or should I rip it? Although I have to say I’m partial to the first because I want more opportunities to take it off of you in the future.”
I feel my breath leave my lungs and it is almost embarrassing how quick I reach down to the hem of the shirt and pull it upwards. We were still standing in the mirror with my back to him, but with the shirt off and no bra, everything was on display.
Clark delicately runs his fingers down my bare arms, then leans down and his lips meet my shoulders, kissing toward my neck where the junction of my shoulder and neck meet. His hands move to the front of my body, a light touch to my stomach and upwards. The mirror reflects as his large hands grip my breasts and squeeze. I moan out as my eyes drift shut, and my head falls back into his shoulder. I grind myself backward against his hardness and he releases his own moan against my ear. His fingers from one hand drifts over a darkened nipple and then down space between my breasts, trailing down my stomach.
“I could leave as you requested Gia, but I know you don’t want that do you?”
“No. Please stay.” I say and I free myself from his grasp as I turn around. He was still wearing the glasses so I pulled them off, sitting them on the dresser without breaking eye contact with his blue eyes that are blown so wide they are almost black. I reach up, and pull him down by the collar of his shirt, finally kissing him the way I had been dreaming about forever.
He doesn’t break the kiss, only leans down to pick me up and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. He walks over to my bed, laying me down and following with him on top, my legs automatically opening to make space for him between them. He stops kissing me to pull his shirt off revealing the glorious chest I had seen more times than I could count, but never in this context. I reach down to pull at my own shorts, but he stops me.
“Allow me.”
I nod at him still nervous to speak much. I watch him pull my shorts and panties off and he stares at the glistening mound between my legs.
“So wet, I bet you would leave a puddle if I picked you up.”
“A..aaand what will you do about that Kent?”
I taunt him nervously, but it’s not as clear as it would be normally. The smirk he sends in my direction would have melted my panties if I had been wearing them, it screamed dirty.
“Guess I’ll have to clean it up won’t I?”
He says and leans down to kiss me again, my hands fly up into his curls, and meanwhile his hands drifts from my hips downwards to my thighs, his hands are warm and they skim up my thighs teasingly. His fingers don’t stop at my thighs and they finally land at my center., meanwhile he stops kissing my lips and his kisses begin to drift down my body. Warmth soon encloses one of my nipples, teasing me until it is taunt with his wet tongue, and one of his long digits enters me slowly.
“Oh Clark”
I groan and shift to look down. He takes it as encouragement and moves over to my other nipple and after a few more minutes he adds another finger, stretching me. My hips arch into his hand and as he moves them in and out I can feel myself shuttering around his fingers. I want more inside of me than just his fingers but I was still nervous about all of this. I had fooled around before, made it this far with exactly one guy before him but everything felt new with Clark. Before I had always been in control of how I felt and what was being done, but I felt like I had none of that with Clark. He doesn’t stop kissing my chest, down my stomach, his lips meeting his fingers.
This was new to me and as his lips made contact my hips lifted off the bed. My thighs try to drift shut, but of course Clark doesn’t allow that to happen, now using both hands to hold my thighs open, and my hands move back to his head again, desperately wanting to keep him there, with his tongue dancing around my clit.
“Oh my god Clark!”
“You taste so good Gia. I could stay down here and worship at the fountain of you forever.”
My eyes roll shut again, his words making my juice flow even more, which he drinks up with a chuckle against me, the vibrations only driving me further into my pleasure. When he stops eating me out I glare at him like he’s gone mad, I had been so close. Did he not just say he wanted to drink from me forever?
I glare at him, probably more like a pout I figured since he only laughs again.
“Such an attitude for someone who wants to cum.”
“Clark, where are you going?”
I am afraid he’s finally changed his mind about all of this.
“I am not going anywhere beautiful. Everything I need is right here in this room.” He begins unbuckling his jeans, I watch as they slide down his thick thighs revealing his length which I immediately get intimidated by. He is long and thick and I wonder how that plans to fit inside of me? Clark’s eyes follow my eyes to where I had been staring.
“Where is the famous Gia courage? Don’t think you can handle me?”
I can’t meet his eyes and look around the room. I was actually nervous about this moment.
“Actually...I don’t know if I can...I..”
Clark’s eyebrows furrow as he notices that I am no longer looking like I am going to pounce on him, but instead looks like I’m ready to bolt. Instead of climbing on top of me he lays next to me.
“Gia why are you so nervous? You know I would never hurt you right?”
I nod and pull one hand across my chest covering myself, feeling more self conscious the longer he looks at me. I am staring at the wall opposite him.
“I am just nervous that’s all. I’ve ne--- I have never done THIS before okay?”
He doesn’t say much for a moment and I just know he is about to get up and get dressed because somebody that looks like Clark doesn’t want someone inexperienced like me. Why would they? He had to notice all of the women at the bar staring him down all night. He had his pick and those women probably knew what to do and could give him a lot more pleasure than I could.
Clark’s hand comes up to my face, fingers delicately touching, turning it so that I could look at him.
“Gia. Are you saying you are a virgin?”
“Fresh as the fallen snow on a mountain top. Kinda blows your “Gia is hoe” theory doesn’t it?”
I joke, trying to relieve the awkwardness of the room, but Clark doesn’t laugh with me.
“ I’ve never thought that about you and please don’t deflect this... seriously. Are you sure about this? I mean that you want to do this with me?”
I nod. My mouth was too dry to speak, but Clark wasn’t letting that slide.
“I need words from you Gia.”
The command is simple and direct but a turn on nonetheless. I don’t let it show outwardly however.
“Yes Clark. I’m sure. I trust you with this part of me.”
He searched my eyes for a lie, but I knew he wouldn’t find any. His demeanor changes as he kisses me, and his fingers find my opening again. He spends more time opening me up, and he swallows almost every gasp and moan from my lips, then drops back down creating a suction with his lips around my clit that send me soaring.I begin to cum around the fingers tapping that spot inside of me that make me writhe about on the bed.
Once I come down from the high of my orgasm, I find him staring at me again, if I could I’d blush over the intensity of his gaze.
“You are breathtaking Gia.”
He turns and grabs his wallet from the jeans that had been unceremoniously dropped to the floor, producing a condom from inside. I can’t watch him put it on, and I know he can hear how fast my heart is racing again. Clark glides over my body and my legs open wider to make space for him again.
“I promise I will never intentionally hurt you, but this may hurt slightly based off of what I’ve been told love.”
I brace my hands on his strong shoulders.
“ It’s okay. Like I said I trust you.”
I feel his length slide in between my folds gathering the wetness there, before slowly guiding himself inside of my welcoming body. At least I thought it was welcoming, it felt like I was trying to push him out, and it felt like forever before he came to a stop. He stares at me and kisses me again, full engagement of his lips and tongue as he pushes forward, which makes me break the kiss to gasp into his mouth and whimper through the pain. I don’t even realize my face is wet until Clark wipes my face with the hand that is not holding him upwards.
“Breathe please Gia baby.”
I feel my chest rattle as I settle into the pain. Clark is whispering sweet nothings in my ear, and as the pain abates I cue him to move.
He moves out again slowly and as he sets a pace, the pain drifts into pleasure and my nails can’t dig into his back, as his skin doesn’t allow it, so they glide across his back. His hands glide down my body touching every part he could find.
“Ugh Clark Faster.”
The overwhelming sensation builds and I flutter around the hard flesh as it moves in and out of me. Clark is definitely holding back and I can tell as he thrusts me through my orgasm. The second one of the night for me and none for him. I start to feel that maybe this is a penance for him, maybe it me, or maybe even a mistake to him. His desire hadn’t gone away, as he was still hard inside of me.
“Clark, is there a reason you haven’t… you know.”
His face is hovering above mine, his smile is wide following my question. I feel embarrassed considering I couldn’t even use the right words, despite him being inside of me at the current moment.
“I’ve already asked you to use your words Gia.”
He pushes forward suddenly and I make some cross between as gasp and moan.
“ Fuck.”
“ Well that's a word. A dirty word, but word nonetheless.I’ll give you what you want.”
He teases me.
“I didn’t think anything else expressed that properly.”
“No? I think I can get a few more words out of you tonight. Then again as long as my name is one of them you can say whatever you want baby.”
His hands slide up the back of my thighs, ending behind my knees. He pulls them up and thrust downwards, deeply into me. My arms lock behind his neck and he obliges me to pull him down into a kiss. He thrusts harder and faster, his lips swallowing my groans and cries as we both hear how wet he is inside of me. He was so deep inside of me and I relished in the groans into my ears.
I gave completely into the feelings of the moment, feeling Clark inside of me transcending the moment. As I flutter around him again, and he moves us higher and faster, I realize that us ...like this was what I had been waiting on…
*End flashback*
That night had been one of magic, at least at the time. Clark had taken his time and thoroughly taken me apart, and put me back together. Despite my later ramblings I never regretted that it had been him, and not just because of our son. I haven’t asked Clark if the condom broke and if it did he never told me. I never regretted it because at the time it had been everything I didn’t know I needed and I seriously doubted it would have been that good with anyone else.
The drive back to the manor was long but it gave me time to think. I needed to think about what I could say to Clark. How do you admit to someone that you’ve loved them like forever? One could guess you would just say it, but I didn’t know it would be that simple. I was about halfway home when a shadowy figure appeared in the middle of the road. It causes me to slam my breaks and I find myself spinning in a circle, then I was rolling, where it came to rest against a tree.
I cough roughly looking around for my phone and I am grateful that I was wearing a seat belt. I can feel that I am in extreme pain, blood dripping from my face, but with the smell of gasoline in the air. I can’t stay in this car or I will die. I use heat energy to create a blade to cut my seat belt since it jammed from the impact. I crawl myself from the driver's seat, ignoring the searing in my hands as the broken glass digs into them.
“Fuck.”
I say, noting that my ankle feels like it’s on fire again indicating some sort of injury. Coughing I try to see my way to the road for help as the car begins to smoke. My heart clenches as the shadowy figure walks toward me with nothing but hatred and determination on its heart.
I try to scramble away and try to toss a hasty shield but I’m too weak to manage it.
The figure grows closer and closer, it laughs. Surprising me by being light and feminine.
It comes close enough as the car, that I had moved away from explodes. It pulls off the hood to reveal a familiar face.
“Waa...Tracy?”
“Long Time no see Gia. It’s time to come home.”
And with that she punches me in the face, and everything fades to black...
A/n: Boom.
No but really I truthfully need feedback on this one, because I like reading smut, but hate writing it. Had to get that Superababy here somehow huh?
SUMMARY: Flashback of the night Kalen was conceived! Gia is forced to crash her car and is taken by someone by the name of Tracy who is familiar to Gia.
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SINCE I HAVE NOTHING TO POST.....READ MY OLD 2 PART WATTPAD STORY- THIS SHIT IS ASS- IDK WHAT I WAS DOING
It was a normal day, a Monday I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock beep,beep i rolled my eyes, scratched my head and slammed the alarm clock against the wall breaking it. JUESUS you thought "morning sis" my brother said. (He's Noah centineo but just replace the name lol) "get out,please" I huffed. "Put on a shirt too" I said and smilied.he smilied back showing the bubbly tooth paste in his mouth, I rolled my eyes again. Luckily I had two bathrooms, I went to take a shower and changed into
This, for my makeup I only put on some mascara and eyeliner with some Carmex. I curled my hair and walked down stairs. "Hey hun, you ready for school?" My mom said. "Yes, yes I am" I said and bit out of an orange. Yes, I'm weird like dat. I went outside and got in the car waiting for Liam. About one minute later Liam came "about time" I said and laughed. "WHERES THE MUSIC" Liam said while turning on the radio. "Electric feel" came on and the music blasted but we didn't care, we sung at the top of our lungs. We stopped at a red light and looked over. There was a boy looking at me and smiling all that I could see is that he had a sharp jaw line and his smile was bright. You smilied back and the light turned green and I made a right.
Me and Liam loved to go to "Pete's Bagels and Donuts". We parked and ran in. My brother is a weirdo, but he was just like me. We are twins. "One maple bacon donut please" he said. I looked at him a fake gagged. "Ew dude, can I have a normal chocolate donut with sprinkles and two caramel fraps please" I said
We soon got our food and left. Me and Liam went to different schools because he had some problems. But he's all nice and better now.
We got into school and I walked next to Liam. Then the "Mean Girls" came. I call them dumb, dumber, and dumbest. All in order one by one. Their names are Britney, the one in the middle, Tiffany, the one on the left, then rose the one on the right. "Hey you shouldn't be hanging around girls like her, she doesn't have any style, barely washes her hair and needs more makeup" Britney said. They all wore too much makeup (British girl checkkk) and revealing clothes. Liam looked over at me and held my hand "oh really? That's sad" he said and laughed. The girls laughed but rose didnt, she was different "yeah, she's so ugly, how about you come hang with me" Britney said. Liam smirked "nah,it's cool. I want to hang out with my sister" he said. They gasped and walked away. Me and Liam laughed and gave each other high fives.
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Chapstick
pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x reader
genre: fluff
i fucking love my crusty boi sm uwuwu e n j o y
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Scritch scritch.
You looked up from your position on the couch, head hanging off the cushions and legs extended above your head, book in hand. Tomura was scratching his neck yet again, index and middle finger digging into his dry, scarred skin. You sighed, closing your book and setting it on the couch before melting off of it, back gliding against the cold ground.
"Shig, it's never gonna heal if you keep-" You began, only to be cut off.
"I know. Shut up." The boy continued scratching, more in rebellion this time than out of nervous habit. You were about to sigh and give up like you usually did, but that was before you heard a momentary silence and saw a small amount of blood smeared on the fingers he was now examining.
"Alright, that's it." You hopped up and marched over to the bar, grabbing Tomura's wrist.
"What do you think you're do-" He began to question you, but now it was your turn to cut him off.
"Shut up and walk." Tomura probably would have disintegrated you right then and there if you had been anyone else, but he'd taken a liking to you ever since you'd joined the league. Okay, maybe a bit more than a liking. Ah, who was he kidding, he was totally crushing on you. Not that he'd ever let anyone find out.
"What did you say to me, brat?" As threatening as he sounded, you knew he wouldn't do anything, especially since he made no effort to escape your grasp. He also wasn't clamping all but one of his fingers onto you as a warning.
"You heard me." Finally arriving at your destination, you pushed open your bedroom door, letting go of his wrist and motioning for him to sit on your bed. He gave you an inquisitive look but complied nonetheless. After a few moments in your bathroom, you returned with an armful of supplies.
"What the fuck is this." Tomura looked at the products warily, causing a small breath of amusement to escape your lips. Dropping them beside him, you pulled up and chair and got comfortable.
"Skincare products. It's time you started taking care of yourself." You tapped your nose a few times. "Can you please set him down for a bit?" Reluctantly, Tomura reached up and delicately placed Father onto your bed.
"You don't have to say 'him.' Just say 'it', like a normal person." You shrugged.
"Just being respectful. Alright, now lean towards me a bit." Still a bit hesitant, you waited patiently as he inched his way forward. You grabbed a pack of face wipes and pulled one out. "Alright, close your eyes, and tell me if i'm pressing down too hard."
"What do you m-" He quickly moved his head to the side as you brought your hand and the damp cloth near his face.
"Tomura. I can't wash your face if you move it." You explained it as if he were a toddler. Bold move, (Y/N). Bold move.
"I know that. That's literally the reason I moved." Tomura snapped, leaning farther from the wipe. You sighed, closing your eyes briefly.
"I didn't want to do this the hard way, but you give me no choice." Before the poor boy had time to contemplate what you said, you gently grasped his face in your hands and brought it close to you. You smiled in satisfaction as you drew the wipe across his face, lightly scrubbing the dirt and grease away in circular motions.
The cloth was cold and uncomfortable against Tomura's face, but after a few seconds, your hands and the friction between skin and cloth began to warm the wipe. The fruity scent emitting from the wipe soothed his nerves, and he began to lean into our touch unconsciously. You noticed this, but you knew if you said anything he'd immediately pull back and make up some hostile comment as an excuse. You felt your cheeks heat up, enjoying the sight of his relaxed features. Taking your hands off his face, you set the wipes aside and threw the dirty one onto the ground for now.
"Now was that so hard?" You smirked at him, earning a scowl accompanied by a reluctantly mumbled 'no.' "Okay, next I need you to wash your face with actual face wash. C'mon." You grabbed the face wash and got up, walking towards the bathroom. Tomura slowly followed, joining you in front of the sink. "'Kay, just splash water all over your face."
He placed three fingers on the faucet, lifting up the lever to release the stream of cold water. He rolled up his sleeves and did as you instructed. Your heart practically melted as he brought his head up to face you when he'd finished, eyes squished shut and mouth pursed adorably. You let out a small laugh, dabbing his face with a dry washcloth.
"Take a seat on the counter top." He did so, and you proceeded to squeeze the face wash into your hand. You began to massage the goop into his face, and once again, he leaned into your touch. So much so that he almost fell off the counter. Realization flashed across his face as he gripped the sides of the counter and pushed himself backwards.
How had he let himself be so careless? Now aware that he enjoyed your touch, it was hard to keep himself from leaning into it. After he washed the sticky product off his face, you repeated the process with moisturizer. You applied it more heavily on his forehead and around his eyes. At this point, Tomura gave up on resisting your touch, and pushed his face into your palms.
Your face was a blushing mess, but you decided once again to say nothing. You continued to massage the cream into his face, savoring the touch-starved boy's affection. When you'd finished, you rubbed some lotion onto his neck and hands, massaging it into his fingers one by one and finishing with his palms, as to not get disintegrated, as fun as that would be.
"Allllright, last but not least, chapstick!" You led Tomura back to the bed and plopped back into your chair, holding up a small circular container of Carmex. You unscrewed the cap and dipped your finger in, scooping a glob onto your finger and placing it onto Tomura's lips. You smoothed it across his bottom lip, then did the same for his top. Finally done, you sat back and admired your work.
His skin seemed to glow a bit, and you knew it was softer to the touch. Not that he'd ever let you touch it again. You weren't really sure how you got away with this.
"You gotta use the face wipes at least once daily, and the chapstick multiple times a day. I'd use the face wash every three to five days. Oh, and the moisturizer after you shower or wash your face. Please." You smiled at him, waiting for a rude comment about how annoying you were or how pointless this had been.
"...Thank you." It was quiet, but you heard it. You're smile grew, cheeks flushing ever so slightly.
"No problem. I just worry about you, so. Ya know. Take care of yourself so I won't have to attack your face again." Laughing softly, you leaned down to collect the products so you could put them away, stretching to grab a bottle that had rolled out of your reach. As you licked your lips in concentration, you realized they were dry. "Oof, looks like I need some chapstick too." You grabbed the Carmex and sat back up, but before you could unscrew the cap, you felt hands grasp your arms, pulling you towards a warm figure.
Smooth but cracked lips gently caressed your own, moving in an unexpectedly gentle manor. When Tomura pulled away, he was looking you directly in the eyes. Your face had to be eight hundred shades of red at this point, but you didn't care.
"Did you get enough chapstick?" His mouth curved into a smirk, cheeks dusted with a faint pink.
"Hm, I don't think I did." You placed your lips upon his once more, enjoying every moment. When you pulled away, he wrapped his arms around our torso and hauled you onto his chest, flipping you both onto your sides so you could look at each other.
"So, do you like me, or did you just really want some chapstick?" He asked, a wry smile gracing his features.
"Well, I do like you, a lot," You smiled, grabbing a lock of his hair and twisting it between your fingers. "Buuut, I'm pretty sure my love for chapstick surpasses my love for anything else."
"Is that so?" Tomura's grin warped into a smirk before he brought your face just centimeters from his own. "Challenge accepted."
And with that, he proceeded to shower you with kisses, eventually "winning" because the chapstick was long gone by the time you fell asleep, nestled in each other's embrace.
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spvcejams
elysium.
sopfr3
soph!!
tobio-mochi
just another haikyuu fan 💕