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mr. fantastic // sam golbach

A/N: first off, sorry this is getting posted so late. had to make some last minute revisions. so, for this one and colby's fic later on, i need to give some slight context. basically in both of these, they are AUs were snc are corrupt ppl, or have a bit of a corruption aspect to their personalities. some of these fics are/can be seen as dark, so i totally get if you don't feel comfortable reading it. just give a good look over of the trigger warnings and see how you feel. if you do enjoy it, please lmk what you think. also this fic is very vaguely based off the boys, the tv show/comic book series. sam is a smidge (and i mean a very tiny amount) reminiscent of homelander. do with that information as you will. happy haunting!

prompt: everyone around you loves sam, or as he's commonly known as - mr. fantastic. but you can see right through his facade. but when he starts winning over your friends, you know something is going on, and it's not good. || AU!superhero!sam x fem!reader

trigger warning: SMUT, enemies-to-lovers, you used to have a crush on sam in high school and now he's a superhero, superhero!sam, corrupt!sam, twist ending, i would say a hint of dubcon (but y/n never says no or stop, but just to be on the safe side i'm letting yall know), manipulation via powers and magical handcuffs (it will make sense in the story lol), hate fucking/rough sex, unprotective sex, cursing, mentions of: babygirl, slut, good girl, my girl, baby, degrading language

word count: 6769

I couldn't stand him, or anyone else like him. Everyone praised the ground he walked on, but me? Every time I saw him, he made me sick to my stomach.

Well, maybe not sick. But I did hate seeing his dumb, stupid face.

You would think with superheroes becoming known to the public, life would get easier. Crime would go down, more criminals would be off the streets, and the overall quality of life would skyrocket. But that just wasn't factually accurate. Did you know in my city alone, the crime rate has gone up 25% since last year? And what exactly are the superheroes doing about it? Causing more destruction and chaos. I swear, bad things only truly started happening once they came out to the public all those years ago.

The only saving grace I had in my life was that I wasn't alone in my feelings towards superheroes. I had my two best friends, Macie and Rachel, and they both felt the same way I did. Especially towards the best-known superhero in our city, Mr. Fantastic. His real name was Sam Golbach, and I hated him deeply.

He and I had history, you could say. We both went to the same high school. We were both nerdy, and just overall losers. We graduated and moved away to the same city, and then a couple years ago, all of a sudden, he is shown on the news as the newest superhero to save us. It made no sense to me because I remember him from high school. He never had powers. And there's no way that he, the guy that got shoved into lockers and made fun of for being a band nerd, would have tolerated being bullied like that if his powers were super strength and flight. And not only that, but the way the news describes his upbringing: it's all a lie! They paint him to be this all-American boy. They say he was a jock and just a bit shy for most of his life until finally growing into his powers at 19. Most superheroes get their powers by 16, so that alone should be telling that something is off with him. But no. Everyone just believes the lies he tells them. And that is why I hate him.

I may also hate him because I had a huge crush on him in high school and he never gave me the time of day. But I mostly hate him for all of the superhero stuff, not the high school bullshit.

Mostly.

It was like any other normal Tuesday in our office. Our manager, Sally, would bring in donuts, George would make some comment about the week moving too slowly, and around ten o'clock we would all have to stop working to watch the daily superhero news. It was mandatory in our office, as our jobs revolved around fixing superheroes’ fuck ups.

It was almost ten, and we all sat around the flatscreen hanging in the middle of one of our bigger conference rooms, waiting for the news to begin. I glanced around, noticing that Rachel wasn't in. I furrowed my brow, leaning towards Macie.

"Have you seen Rach?" I asked.

She shrugged, "No but I talked to her last night and she seemed fine. Maybe she's just running late or is taking a half day."

I hummed, "Maybe..."

The news turned on loudly, quieting everyone in the office. I leaned back in my chair, sighing deeply. God, please let today be a normal, boring news day.

"Hello everyone, thank you all for coming out this morning," the police commissioner nodded his head, looking at the audience that had formed outside of the precinct. "As always, we like to start with the positives and then move onto the, uh, wreckage. Please hold all questions until the end of the press conference. And now, I pass the stand to Mr. Fantastic."

A bunch of people clapped in the office, some wooing lowly. I grimaced, rolling my eyes the moment he popped on screen.

"Good morning, hello. Oh no need for cheering, thank you. You're too kind," He smiled brightly, shushing the crowd politely. "First, like I always say during these press conferences, thank you for letting me protect this city. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I couldn't protect the lovely citizens of this place."

"You'd probably be working at a Burger King by now." I mumbled, getting close to Macie. She snickered, gazing back at the screen.

"So last night was eventful, like most nights here. I was able to stop two car jackings, and finally put an end to the mask thief that's been vandalizing all of the inner city's school buses. You can all be glad that today, your kids are riding on safe, clean transit." Sam pointed, giving his trademark wink and smile.

I groaned, lulling my head back in the chair. Could this day get any more boring?

"I also have some fantastic news to share with you all," He chuckled, the crowd following suit. "I saved a special young woman from a purse nabbing and possible assault last night around 2:30. Now as you all know, I know many of the people I save like to remain anonymous, but this one really wanted to let you all know how she felt. And of course, I just can't say no to any of you. So please, allow me to give her the floor." He let out another laugh, backing away from the mic. I glanced at the clock, realizing only five minutes had passed. God must have been punishing me, specifically.

Suddenly, everyone in the room gasped, Macie being the loudest. She slapped my leg, pointing at the tv. I turned and my eyes widened at the sight. Rachel, with tears welling up in her eyes, stood at the podium, smiling brightly. "Thank you all. I just wanted to say that Mr. Fantastic," she turned to him giving him a sensual gaze, "Sam, is one of the best superheroes around. This man saved my life, and I couldn't be more grateful for him. He is amazing and so handsome, and this city should be thankful to have a man like him. I love you, Sam. Thank you so much."

She reached over, giving him a huge hug. He accepted her embrace, allowing her to run her hands almost up and down his body too many times.

My mouth dropped open, unable to comprehend what I was watching. Rachel hated Sam just as much as I did. Literally last week she wished a car would fall out of the sky and squish him because he held up her commute stopping a supervillain from breaking out of the state prison. And now she was on tv, basically ready to suck his dick, because he saved her!

Macie and I looked at each other, knowing we needed to talk to Rach as soon as possible. I sent Rach a quick text, telling her to meet us at our usual lunch spot.

~~~~

My eyes narrowed at Rachel, her smile irritating me. "Please, repeat the story one more time for me."

"Okay, if I must," she giggled. "Last night I went to the corner store because I was craving some ice cream. As I was walking home, a man rushed me and stole my purse. I tried to chase after him but couldn't catch him. He ran across the street, and out of the shadows... there was Sam. He swooped in, grabbed the man, roughed him up, and got my purse back to me. God, it was seriously so hot to see him in action like that."

Rach lightly fanned herself, and I had to hold back my vomit.

"So, he saved you, gave you your purse back. And then what?" Macie questioned.

She continued, "He walked me home and... I woke up this morning knowing I had to thank him for saving my life. So on my way to work, I stopped by the police station, saw him and begged him to let me speak at the conference."

I blinked hard, "He didn't save your life. You weren't threatened. Some random dude just stole your purse."

She pouted, "Yeah, but he saved me so much hassle of having to call my credit card companies and tell them to shut everything off and having to get a new I.D.-"

I jumped in, "I get that, and I'm not trying to downplay it, but like.... last week you wanted a car to fall out of the sky on top of him."

"And the week before that we betted on the subway crushing him between the tracks during that pipe burst. What's changed?" Macie argued, taking a sip of her coffee.

"He saved me," she stated plainly, with a soft smile. "You know, I think we've been so focused on this idea of him that I think if we got to really know him, we would know he's a great guy."

"Have you forgotten that he is lying to the public about his upbringing and reputation? Or the fact any time he saves someone, there is destruction in his wake that our company has to clean up, causing our jobs to be more difficult?" I scowled at her, unable to hold back.

She rolled her eyes hard, "Oh, come off it, Y/N. The only reason you care about that is because he rejected you in high school and you're too hung up on it."

"Excuse me?" I deadpanned.

Rach crossed her arms defiantly. "You heard me. I will no longer be a part of your rain-on-Sam parade. He is an amazing man. And a great superhero."

"Even if any of that were true, you gotta admit that this 180 you're doing is weird. You fucking hated him last night." Macie argued.

"And now I want to marry him." Rach smirked.

My eyes widened, "What the fuck did you just say?"

"If you want me to be honest, I'll say it. I think he is the man of my dreams and everything I could hope for in a partner. I want him, and I hope he'll have me." She turned to Macie, almost giggling, "I slipped him my number at the conference."

"You can't be fucking serious, Rach." I groaned.

"I just know he’s great in the bedroom..." Rach thought out loud.

"Oh... so you've completely lost it. Good to know." I remarked, taking a quick sip of my coffee.

"Don't be jealous of our love. Maybe one day he'll save you too." She quipped.

I laughed sarcastically, "I would rather get crushed by a car, thanks."

~~~~

Two weeks had passed since Rach's incident with Sam. We hadn't been talking to one another all that much, just casual conversation in passing. Maybe she was right to some extent. Maybe I was holding onto this hatred for Sam just because he didn't care about my existence back when we were kids. I should let it go, and stop being such a hater.

At least, I thought that way, until this morning.

I had tunnel vision as I glared at the tv, unable to peel my eyes away as I watched the news. Another press conference. Another day of kissing Sam's ass. But this time, he again introduced another woman that wanted to thank him publicly. And this time... it was Macie.

Her spiel was the same, her mannerisms almost identical to Rach's speech. I watched, my mouth a gaped, as she thanked Sam profusely for saving her from the purse nabber. She leaned up and kissed his cheek multiple times, her hands gripping the collar of his shirt desperately.

You've got to be fucking kidding me. There's no way that this was actually happening. Something fishy was going on, and it had everything to do with Sam. I fucking knew he was trouble. I just needed to get proof.

I met with Macie alone at our usual spot. I begged her to tell me everything in detail, and her story was eerily similar to Rachel's.

"So a guy stole your purse as you left some club, Sam got it back to you, walked you home, and then you woke up today knowing you had to tell the world how great he is." I reiterated her story, annoyed.

"Exactly. He really is truly a fantastic guy." She snorted, rolling her eyes, "Oh my God, sorry. Such a bad pun."

"Yeah... that." I blinked, holding in my rage. "So, you don't happen to feel the same way as Rach, tho, right? Like... you're not in love with him?"

She thought about it for a moment, "I do think he's amazing, and I would love to be married to him... So I guess you could say yeah. I am in love. Am I blushing?"

I sighed deeply, "What exactly changed? I know he saved you, or your purse, and that's great. I'm so happy he did that. But what exactly made you wake up today and feel this need to wish to have his children?"

"I don't know. It's like... this light just switched off in my head. I just feel that deep down in my soul, I want to be his. And I really hope he'll have me." She smiled dreamily.

Hearing her say almost the exact same thing as Rach made my composure crack. "Do you hear yourself? You want to be his?! He is a douchey superhero who makes our jobs harder, and not to mention barely does anything to actually help the crime rate in this city! He got you your purse back, and all of sudden you want to... be his? You can't be serious."

She shook her head, glaring. "You know, I think Rach was right. You are jealous of the love he and I share, all because he rejected you."

"He didn't even reject me! He didn't know I existed! There's a difference," I took a breath, trying to calm down. "You don't think it's odd that all of sudden you want to have his children? You don't even want to have kids."

Macie ignored me, continuing her argument. "Either way, you come across really bitter and I hope if he comes to save you, you change your attitude. To be held in his arms would be a dream come true."

She stood up dramatically, leaving the restaurant in a huff.

~~~~

After the shitty month I had, I needed to buy some alcohol to drink my troubles away. Rach and Macie hadn't talked to me since their "savings", so work had become even more tedious and annoying. And now, it seemed like I was the only one in the office that didn't like Sam. Morale had really gone up once he saved two of our coworkers, and I had to quietly sit there, pretending I did despise the man or the situation as a whole.

As I walked home from the liquor store, I noticed how quiet the streets had become as I got closer to my apartment. It was like anyone that was out on the street moments ago disappeared. There were sirens off in the distance and the light rumble of the subway underneath the streets. The low buzz of the street light above me caught my eye, and as I looked up, the light flickered. A chill ran up my spine suddenly.

Okay, maybe I was just freaking myself out for no reason.

A body slammed into mine from behind, almost knocking me flat on the ground. A man wrestled my bag out of my hand, sprinting off down the street.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!" I screamed. I began to chase after him, my speed not even remotely catching up to him.

My thoughts swirled of all the things I had in that bag. My wallet, my phone, and my key to get into my apartment. I groaned loudly, annoyed.

Where the fuck were any of the superheroes when you needed them?

The man ducked into an alleyway, a loud crash coming from there. I ran to where he was, finding him passed out in the street. His nose had blood running down it, like someone punched him. My purse was nowhere in sight.

"Are you looking for this?" A voice said from behind me.

I spun on my heels, coming face-to-face with Mr. Fantastic himself, Sam.

I opened my mouth to speak but was unable to say anything. I had so much I wanted to say, but couldn't decide on what.

"No need to be shocked, miss. I know, superheroes are a lot to take in." He smiled softly.

Hearing his voice brought me out of my stupor. "That's not why I'm shocked. You kinda just... came out of nowhere."

His face dropped, surprised by my tone. "Oh..."

We stood there awkwardly for a moment, both unsure what to say next.

He reached out, my purse in his hand. "Um, here you go, Miss...?"

"Y/N. My name is Y/N." I stated.

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He complimented me.

"Thanks, I guess," I mumbled. "And thank you for getting my purse back. It means a lot."

"It's all in a day's work. Or night's technically." His well-known laugh escaped his lips.

I blinked, slowly walking away from him, "Yeah.... Anyway, I gotta get back home. It's late, and I wanna get drunk."

"Oh, well, why don't I walk you home?" He asked, keeping in step with me.

"I don't think there's any need to." I argued politely.

"No, let me. It's clearly unsafe on these streets." Sam responded.

"Well, you just stopped the purse nabber... again. For the third time. Maybe this time he can finally get arrested." I smiled bitterly, trying not to sound it.

"The police have already been called and they are on their way. So, why don't I walk you home?" He stopped in front of me, looking me in the eyes genuinely. "I will be worried if I don't make sure you get there safely."

I exhaled, "...Okay, fine."

I walked home silently, not wanting to speak to Sam. He stepped in time with me, never speaking. I almost forgot he was with me, until he cleared his throat once or twice.

I pointed up at my building, pulling my keys out to go inside, "Well, we're here. Thanks for walking me home, I gotta get upstairs and get to drinking. So, goodbye."

"Wait, before you go up, can I ask you something?" He queried.

I squeezed my eyes shut, opening them again and turning back to him. "Sure, I guess."

He crossed his arms, cocking his head. "How did you know I stopped the purse nabber before? Those were such minor crimes I solved; I'm surprised anyone would remember them."

"Well, you didn't really solve the crime since clearly the man never got put away." I retorted; my voice sickeningly sweet.

Sam raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to answer his previous question.

"My friends were the two you saved." I deadpanned.

"Oh really, what a small world." He pursed his lips in thought, "Their names were... Rachel and Macie, correct?"

"Yep, them exactly." I nodded.

"They were kinda like you, in a way." He mentioned.

I furrowed my brow, "What do you mean by that?"

His tone shifted. It was no longer the public persona one he used on the news. Now, it was more... casual. Equally as snarky as mine. "They too didn't like me. Or were a little... snippy with me."

Oh, well if you wanna play like that... "Yeah, and weirdly now, they want your babies."

He faux-gasped. "What a strange turn of events."

"I guess you changed their minds. How exactly did you do that?" I glared at him, accusatory.

"My charming personality." He smirked.

"Right." I jeered.

"I mean, if you really want to know the answer, let me into your apartment," his voice was almost sultry, his eyes mischievous. "Let me have one drink with you."

I narrowed my gaze at him, blinking slowly. "You're serious."

"100%. But I mean, if you don't want to know, then I can just leave." He pointed to the street, backing away.

"No, you can come up." I felt this overwhelming sensation that I had made a grave mistake, but I continued. "But if for even a second you make me uncomfortable, I have every right to resend your invitation."

"You know I'm not a vampire, right?" Sam snickered. "I'll respect your wishes regardless, but you can't just kick me out that easily."

"Okay fine, if you don't get out of my house when I say so, I'll stab you. Got it?" I grinned crazily.

He raised an eyebrow playfully, "Feisty... Sure, I hear you loud and clear."

We walked up to my place, my eyes catching his form out of the corner of my eye. What the hell was I even doing? Why was I inviting this asshole to my apartment?

I mean, I know why. But God, I just hope this ends quickly.

I cleared my throat as we both stepped in. Sam glanced around my apartment, giving a soft whistle. "Fan-cy."

I rolled my eyes, knowing he was joking. "Well, some of us aren't government paid employees with apartments in skyrises."

"You are a very defensive person. Do you always feel like you're being attacked, or is that just your general tone with me?" He shot back.

"I guess you just bring it out of me." I popped the bottle of whiskey open, the sound reverberating as I smiled bitterly. I poured two cups, dropping a cube into both.

"You're into whiskey, huh?" He gave me a quick once over, "That's kinda sexy."

"No one asked." I raised my glass, "Cheers."

"To new beginnings." He toasted.

"Sure..." I took a long sip, the whiskey burning a little extra hard.

He let out a light cough. "Hooo, that's has a kick."

"So, are you gonna tell me how or why my friends all of sudden started liking you or not?" I asked coldly.

"You don't mess around." He chuckled.

"I only invited you up here for that reason." I replied honestly.

"It wasn't to sleep with me?" He hummed, "I'm surprised."

"I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on Earth." I spat.

"Well, thank God I'm not." He quipped.

I placed my hands on my hips, annoyed. "So... the reason?"

Sam walked over to my living room, taking in everything. His eyes scanned my bookshelves, stopping suddenly. "Hey, how do you have this?"

I glanced up at the ceiling, hoping God could feel my glare from down here. "Have what?"

He pulled a book out, its green and white cover I knew all too well. "This yearbook. This is the school I went to, the year I graduated."

My heart dropped and I raced over to him, "Hey that's mine!"

He flew across the room easily, flipping through the book. "God, I haven't seen this in so long. But again, how did you get this?"

"Give it back to me." I demanded, stomping up to him.

"Wait a second. Is this you?" He opened up to a page with my high school portrait, little writings around it from friends of mine from back then.

I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks, making me speechless. I yanked the book out of his hands, going back to the bookshelf.

"You went to my high school. Wait, Y/N...." He gasped suddenly, "I remember you! Wow, you got a lot hotter."

"Thanks. Can't say the same for you." I grunted, hating how warm my face felt.

He spun me around, his eyes staring into mine. "Now, there's no need to lie to me."

"You don't understand personal space, do you?" I bitched, trying to push him back.

He barely moved; his eyes unchanging. "Am I not allowed to be close to you? Do I make you nervous or something?"

"No, I just hate your presence." I did my best to hide the shakiness in my voice, my body hitting the edge of my window and radiator.

"Strangely, you are the only woman that's like that." He jested, "Is it because you're hiding a crush or some-"

"No!" I cleared my throat, huffing. "No. I don't have a crush on you."

For a second it looked like he moved, his face holding back a smile. "Can you say that again for me?"

"I definitely have a crush on you." I breathed, my brain feeling like it buffered for a second. Why the fuck did I just say that?

He backed away, cocking his head. "Oh you do? Glad you could admit it."

"I wasn't admitting anything. I was just joking, and the joke is that I've had feelings for you since high school." I gasped, "What the fuck?!"

He teased, "I'm so happy you feel comfortable telling me the truth."

"Why am I saying this?" I whispered to myself.

He pointed down to my hand, "It probably has something to do with the handcuffs I put on you."

"Wha-?" I glanced down, and sure enough one of my wrists was handcuffed to the radiator by my window.

"You gotta be a bit more observant than that." He laughed sincerely, lounging on my couch.

I let out a ragged breath, pissed. "How the fuck did you-"

"Those handcuffs are really only meant to be used by me on criminals, that way they confess. But sometimes I like to use it for more..." He gazed at me longingly, "spicier reasons."

"You're a fucking creep." I hissed.

"And you're into it." He snapped.

"Yes I am." Oh my God...

He bit his lip, pleased at my answer. "So, your friends actually told me, without needing the handcuffs B-T-W, that you had a crush on me since high school. And now seeing you, I remember who you are. You were just as nerdy as me."

"Oh, at least you're admitting that now. Why, because there's no cameras around to lie to?" I sassed, pulling at the handcuffs.

"Hey, it's not a lie that I tell. I just... fib a bit." He settled into my couch, fluffing up one of the pillows, "I did play sports, so that would qualify me as a jock."

I scoffed, "Ping-pong is barely a sport."

"Says you," he grumbled. "But that can't be the only reason you hate me slash love me."

"I don't love you." I stated honestly.

"Oh, but you will," Sam uttered lowly. “You still didn't answer my question though. So, is it really just the crush bullshit?"

"No. It's not just that," I started. "You lied, not only about your upbringing. But your powers. You didn't have them in high school. You got bullied just as much as me, if not more so. If you had super strength, you would have kicked Joe's shins in."

He chuckled mockingly. "God, are you, like, obsessed with me? How do you know so much?"

"Joe bullied me too, dumbass. I'm not obsessed with you, I just don't understand you at all. And I know you're a liar. And I try to use those reasons to hide the feelings I still have," I groaned, pulling at the handcuffs more. "Jesus Christ get these handcuffs off!"

"Not yet," Sam commented. "So... you are right. I do lie, in a lot of ways, to the general public. Sometimes I throw in extra crimes I 'solved' during the night, when usually I'm just chilling at the 24-hour Taco Bell."

I gaped, "I fucking knew it!"

He sat up, sitting on the edge of the couch. "Jokes on you, it's actually the 24-hour Wendys."

"Why do you lie? People love you. There's no need to pretend." I argued.

"Ahh, but there is. I have a lot riding on me to be one of the best superheroes around." He remarked.

I hid my eye roll. "Like what?”

"You're right about one thing. I didn't have superpowers in high school. I wasn't born a superhero. When we graduated, an up-and-coming bio-tech company, Malusvir, reached out to random people asking if they wanted to be part of a study for $50k. I thought, I have no idea what I'm doing with my life, might as well go see what's up. Go be a guinea pig for some money." Sam shook his head, his anger brewing, "Come to find out, they were testing out if they could grow superheroes."

"What the fuck?" I squeaked.

"I was injected a whole lot of times with... something. And while I was basically comatose for months, all of a sudden, superheroes started bursting on the scene. The government was finally letting them out of the bag, and they were allowing all heroes to sign up to become part of the Superheroes Task Force." Sam stood up, starting to pace. "When I awoke, I was one of the only ones that survived the trial run. This company ended up getting bought out by the government, and they covered it up by going bankrupt and saying they were making chemical weapons, which isn't technically wrong."

"Does the government know about you being... home grown?" I inquired.

"No. The bio-tech company used an alias for all of us, so no one found out. And the secrets disappeared with the CEO when he flew out of the country back to his home country and mysteriously died. I'm pretty sure he's just hiding. Or was killed for what he knew." He informed, his eyes almost glazing over.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" I questioned, confused.

"Because no one will believe you." He replied softly, his voice taking me back. Then, he switched back into his cocky self. "So... that's my story. But back to you, how long were you into me?"

"Since junior year." I confessed.

"You liked 17-year-old me?" He winced, "Oof, now that's a choice."

"So was that haircut." I quipped lightheartedly.

He leaned towards me, whispering. "And those cargo shorts."

I snickered, and he smiled genuinely for the first time.

A silence fell over us for a moment, then he looked up at me and asked nonchalantly. "So... do you wanna fuck?"

I choked, "What?"

"Is it really that surprising of a question? You're into me, and I find you hot," his eyes snaked down my body. "Especially handcuffed."

I stammered, "I-I don't-"

"Look, if you don't want to, understandable. I am a bit of a dick. But let me put it to you this way, have sex with me and get all that anger out that you feel towards me." He stepped closer to me, teasingly. "A good hate fucking helps out everyone involved, really."

I breathed, "You're insane."

"Or, if you have sex with me, and I'm bad... you can brag to your friends that I suck." He offered.

I sucked in a deep breath, already knowing my answer. "You raise a good point there."

"So, will you let me make you feel good or no?" He wrapped an arm around me tightly, bringing his face close. Our bodies were pressed together, my heart speeding up. "Do you wanna fuck me or not?"

"Yes I do." I admitted.

"See, and I didn't have to keep the handcuffs on you for you to tell the truth." He raised up his hand showing the cuffs, smirking.

I scoffed, shoving him back. "You are such a dick."

"And you love every second of it." He taunted, back up to the couch.

"I do, I can't lie." I bit my lip, staring at his mouth.

He sat down, pulling me towards him. "Go ahead, sweetheart. Fuck me like you hate me."

I straddled his lap, grinding down on him as our mouths connected. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, a moan falling from my lips. He gripped my ass, pushing me down more onto his lap. I yanked on his hair, digging my nails into his scalp and chest.

He winced, chuckling darkly as he pulled away from our kiss. "Oh you like it rough, baby?"

"Yeah." I smirked.

"Well good," he bunched up my shirt, tearing it away from my body suddenly. The ripping fabric fell apart in his hands and he chuckled darkly. I gasped loudly, a pleasurable chill running down my spine. "Me too."

I whined, "I liked that shirt."

"I don't care." He slammed his lips back onto mine quickly, taking my breath away. He nibbled on my lip, our teeth clashing together from the intensity of the kiss. I grinded myself against his growing bulge, my wet panties pressing into my sex achingly. I hadn't even realized how hot and bothered he had made me, but I wasn't complaining. I needed this, and clearly so did he.

We removed our clothes desperately, needing each other. He sat back against my couch, gazing up at me hungrily.

"God, your body is killing me." He grunted, "Give it to me."

I settled back down onto his lap, my sex grazing his leaking cock. Our breaths stifled, hitching at the feeling of our bodies being so close and so bare. I lined up my hips, slowly taking in every inch of his dick.

Breathy moans fell from my lips, his groans almost covering up my sounds. Once he was completely inside of me, we stared into each other's eyes intensely.

He began moving his hips, his eyes never leaving mine. "How's it feel, baby? Riding the dick of someone you hate."

"I love it." I whimpered.

"Of course you do. You take me so well, babygirl." He grinned.

I grimaced, "Ew, don't call me that."

"I'll call you whatever I want to, and you'll enjoy every second of it." He slapped my ass hard, pushing into me harder, "Won't you?"

"Yeah, I will." I laughed, moving up and down on his cock, "Fuck, you are so annoying."

His voice was raspy as he glared at me, "Oh, I am? Well, you ain't any better."

I snickered, "Nice comeback, nerd."

He grabbed my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. He pounded into me faster, "Nice cunt, slut. Take this dick."

"Oh my God, fuck yes Sam!" I whined.

I bounced up and down on his cock, his hips meeting with mine, making him go deeper and deeper each time. Sweat slid down our bodies, the room rising in temperature from our movements.

His lips brushed against my ear, nibbling along my neck. "Baby, baby, do you wanna know something? I forgot to tell you something."

I groaned, displeased. "Do you know how to not fucking talk?"

"But babygirl, I think this is really important. You'll want to hear it." He hummed, his thrusts stopping.

"What? What is it?" I slowed my hips, my pussy quivering around him, needing more.

He let out a breathy laugh, pushing my hair out of my face. "So, I forgot one major detail when I told you about the bio-tech company that made me the way I am."

I rolled my eyes, not interested in this conversation at all, "What did you forget to tell me?"

"Malusvir..." The lights behind Sam's eyes dimmed, his face dropping. "They weren't making superheroes."

My heart skipped a beat, my eyes fluttering, "What do you me-"

His hand wrapped around my throat quickly, squeezing tightly. My breath hitched, and Sam began to pound into me again, his hips picking back up the pace they were at once before.

"You are such a silly, dumb girl. Your friends were just as dumb as you. Maybe even dumber." His almost sinister gaze sent shivers of pleasure down my spine as his grip tightened.

I held onto his shoulders, my heart rate picking up as he made it harder to breathe. "S-Sam, fuck."

"You wanna know how I got your friends to fall in love with me?" He pressed his mouth against my ear, whispering harshly. "I fucked them. Just like I'm fucking you. All three of you were so desperate and needy for this dick. But you? God, you're so much sexier."

I shook my head, "You're fucking joking..."

"No, I'm not. And yet, even as I tell you this, you're still riding me." Sam smirked, growling, "God, aren't you pathetic? Your crush runs real deep. Just like my cock."

"Fuck you." I spat.

"Fuck you right back." He leaned in again, biting my earlobe and neck. "I could literally feel you squeeze around me when I called you pathetic. Don't pretend you don't like this."

I tried ignoring him, but he was right. My body reacted to him saying it again, throbbing around him. "How did you make them-"

"Love me? Pheromones, mostly. Thanks to all of those..." His eyes closed tightly as he got lost in thought. "Injections. Fuuuck. God, you make it hard to think sweetheart."

He had to be lying. He had to be fucking with me. "So they fucked you, and that made them fall in love with you? But Rach said-"

“I fucked them but made it so they can't tell anyone. They remember it, but will never say a word. No one would believe them anyway." He winked, releasing his hand from my neck and sliding it down my body to my clit. "Oh baby, you are in for a world of change once you come. Or once I come inside of you."

"S-Shut up Sam. Shit, fuck yeah..." I let out a breathy moan, my hips stuttering. His cock was hitting the right spot repeatedly, his thumb rubbing my clit gently, making it hard to do anything but whine. "You're just fucking with me."

"Believe what you want to, Y/N. In the end, you're gonna be mine." His lustful blue eyes bore into mine, his voice husky as he continued fucking me. "My girl to use whenever I want to. My girl that gets love drunk on my cock. Aren't you excited for that? Don't you want that? To be my little plaything forever?"

"Yeaahhh," I mewled. My eyes widened, realizing what I said. "Fuck, h-how did you-"

"It's already happening. You can't stop it now. But you don't want to, either. Take this dick more and more, slut." He gripped my hips, slamming me down onto him over and over again. My brain grew quiet, mindless. All I could think of was his leaking cock deep within me and needing him to come inside of me. I needed his come. I needed him.

"Aww, baby. You're in love, aren't you? You love me, don't you?" He mocked, a feign innocent smile on his face.

I tried shaking my head. I was not in love with him. But my body didn't listen to me anymore.

I nodded my head, unable to stop myself. My heart surged, a wave of adoration washing over me as I took in Sam's face. God, he was so handsome, even more so when he was fucking me. I cried out in pleasure, my hips bucking hastily.

He bit his lip, his head falling back against the couch. "Good girl. You're my good girl. Forever."

"Forever." I repeated, my heart soaring.

"Who's are you? Tell me." He ordered, his eyes staring into mine.

"Yours." I whined wantonly.

He sped up his actions, fucking me faster and deeper. "Say it again."

Borderline sobbing, I stuttered out, "I'mmmm youuurss."

"Again!" He yelled, rubbing my clit harder.

"I'm yours, Sam!" I panted, bouncing on his dick as fast as I could.

"That's it, baby. You're so close. Get close for me!" He shouted darkly.

I begged desperately, my body overwhelmed, "Fuck Sam, please! Let me come! I fucking need it! I need you."

"That's right babygirl." He grabbed my neck again, growling, "Fucking come! Come for me!"

I exploded in ecstasy, my brain turning off as I came the hardest I ever had before. My body took over, my hips rutting against Sam's. My nails dug into his arm and shoulder, holding onto him for dear life as I rode him through my orgasm. Suddenly, he came inside of me, his groans thundering off the walls of my apartment. His hips bucked into me with abandon, pounding me once more before dropping back down onto the couch. I felt his cum leak out of my cunt, sliding down my inner thigh. Our bodies collapsed against one another, completely spent.

As I passed out, the last thing I heard was a small whisper that escaped his lips. "Mine."

#sam golbach #sam golbach fic #sam golbach fanfic #sam golbach fanfiction #sam golbach oneshot #sam golbach one shot #sam golbach smut #sam golbach x reader #golbrocklovely's 13 nights of halloween

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crossovermadness06 · 10 months

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Imagine you work for the Justice League, but not as a hero, as their "Servant".

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Gn!Reader. Pretty much the whole Justice Leauge x Y/N but 99% of it is platonic.

I could write a thing tho, where Y/N pretty much has their own harem but with time.

Also, completely SFW, I know the title sounds suggestive lmao.

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☆ Servant is such a harsh way of calling your position, but you'd prefer it over "Maid" or "Jaintor" any day.

☆ How'd you be hired? You'd probably get the opportunity from a friend of yours, who you know is a hero.

☆ For pure simplicity, let's say you know Clark is the S-Man. He notices you're looking for a job outside of the daily planet, and confidentiality, the Leauge is looking to hire some clean-up crew.

☆ You get the job pretty much instantly. You had no family, few friends, so the qualifications for the job were simple. To keep you protected, you'd have to live within any place the JL works at, minus the Hall of Justice. Way too public.

☆ You'd essentially go missing for days on end, and no one would notice. Those days would be used cleaning, organizing top to bottom. This was a lot of work, especially for places like the Watchtower, Titans Tower, basically all the "Towers".

☆ You'd also be made to fetch coffee, donuts, or, maybe, print out documents if needed. Sometimes, you'd get "special missions," like hiding a flashdrive at under your pillow until the Leauge needs it back.

☆ The job was tiring and endless work. But for the paycheck Batman gave you weekly? You were surprised they weren't making you do triple the amount of work.

☆ The hardest part was keeping your composure at the start of the job.

☆ Before your life was filled with coffee stains and printed reports. But now you were seeing world-famous heros on the daily, visiting places never before seen, hell you went to space!

☆ Now you realize though.

☆ It's still a life of coffee stains and printed reports.

☆ Only now, the coffee is for any overworked Bat, and the reports are full of people the FBI is too scared to add on their wanted list.

☆ You're so used to the heroes around you, you've started treating them like any other co-worker you did back at the DP.

☆ They enjoyed the change, though. They seem to prefer it over your fan-behavior your first weeks there.

☆ The highlights of your work week mostly consist of cleaning over at the Watch Tower, walking any pets some Superheros may have, helping younger heros with their homework, and getting your two hour long break.

☆ You've also gotten close with the Superheros around you. Clark was always a friend of yours, but you also seem to get along well with the Flash, who asks you to just call him Barry.

☆ You also got along extremely well with Wonder Woman and Aquaman, expressing great intrests in their origin and cultures. Hawkgirl added herself to the conversation most of the time, which you never did mind.

☆ This isn't even beginning to mention how much sidekicks and younger League members absolutely enjoy your presence. Who knew Batman and Supeman had young sons? And who knew they would've liked you so much? You're like, their favorite person now!

☆ At first, you thought that despite all the friendships, you were still just an employee, replaceable and exchangeable.

☆ Sometimes you'd get their orders wrong. Sometimes you'd accidentally print too many copies, or forget to clean a spot, or fold a certain way, or wash with a specific detergent.

☆ Each time you messed up, you knew it was only a matter of time before they fired you. Replaced you.

☆ But one day, when you were taken by Scarecrow by pure coincidence while you were walking through Gotham, they soothed your fears.

☆ Scarecrow had no idea who you were and placed you in a cage with other victims. He had some evil plan that you were honestly too horrified to even listen to, but you were positive it had to do with some fear-inducing chemicals. It always is.

☆ He never got the chance to, though. As it only took mere minutes for the Bat to barge in with an unnecessary amount of backup.

☆ The way Black Canary instantly was checking each part of your body for injuries had you feeling special. And the way other heroes crowded around you, each offering something to you.

☆ Wonder Woman had a blanket for you. The lanterns gave you water, and snacks. Both Kid and Regular Flash offered up heating pads and their super speed for some sort of massage.

☆ The way none of the other victims in the room got spoiled like this made you flustered. They all had their own places to protect. Why all cometo Gotham for you?

☆ They all like you way more than they'll ever let on. You're family now. You're a part of their schedules, a part they can't afford to change. Not now. Not ever.

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unown-sanctuary · 10 months

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Unown Ask Game! Remember to include the question!

A is for adoption! If you could adopt any pokemon, what species would you pick?

B is for berries! What berries do you find yourself around the most?

C is for care! What do you do to care for your pokemon, and how do they care for you?

D is for danger! What is the most dangerous experience you have faced?

E is for entertainment! What is your comfort media/entertainment?

F is for friends! Who are the most important people in your journey?

G is for gracidea! What are you grateful for?

H is for hatred! What is something you just can't stand?

I is for injury! Tell us about one of your major injuries, if you're comfortable.

J is for jelly donuts! What is your favourite language based story?

K is for kettle! Do you prefer tea or coffee, and how do you like it?

L is for ligma! What is the most memorable prank you have fallen for?

M is for music! What's your favourite music genre?

N is for neat! How tidy are you?

O is for onix! What is your favourite first stage pokemon?

P is for power! Who is your favourite superhero?

Q is for quirky! What do people think is the strangest thing you do?

R is for region! Where are you from?

S is for sunshine! What is your favourite kind of weather?

T is for type! What pokemon type would you be/are?

U is for Unown! What is your favourite letter?

V is for venue! Where is your favourite place to meet people?

W is for wicked! What is your favourite word with multiple meanings?

X is for xenomania! Where would you like to travel?

Y is for yuk! What is something you think is gross?

Z is for zest! What's a guilty pleasure?

! - Name something that still surprises you!

? - What is your go-to ice breaker?

#ask game #unown #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #real pokemon #pokeblogging #irl pkmn #pokeblr #pokemon #prof pippip #pokemon ask game

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mayfriend · 2 years

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canon things we know about the umbrella academy

luther used to marry viktor’s action figures at the age of eight

reginald used to watch the kids sleep and monitor their brainwaves

at some point, grace became ‘mom’ instead of ‘grace, the new nanny’ to all of the children

five was thirteen years old when he found his siblings’ bodies

klaus is the only umbrella native to the usa, coming from an amish community in pennsylvania; luther is from sweden, diego from mexico, allison from south africa, five from ireland, ben from south korea and viktor from russia

viktor cried when his siblings stepped on ants when they were children

the same kid hated oatmeal so much he killed minimum three nannies at the age of four

klaus broke his jaw when they were twelve after falling down the stairs wearing grace’s heels, and had to have it wired shut for eight weeks

grace helped the children pick out their own names

viktor realised he was trans after falling in love with sissy in the sixties

diego boxes under his comic book superhero name, the kraken, and in claire’s bedtime stories, allison calls luther his, spaceboy

diego’s preferred form of conflict resolution is a dance battle

hargreeves considered ben ‘easily manipulated’

both klaus and luther got kidnapped without any other members of their family noticing

after ben died, his family remembered him as the best of them who could do no wrong; klaus, who spent everyday with him, more accurately described him as a ‘loveable asshole’. all of them remember him as loving his family fiercely, and being the glue that kept them together

allison starred in a movie with sandra bullock

with viktor speaking russian, diego speaking spanish and ben speaking korean, it’s highly likely that hargreeves made a point to have them learn the languages their birth mothers spoke

reginald forced all the kids to read shakespeare, the odyssey in ancient greek and insisted on ballroom dancing lessons

sometime between season 1 and season 2, klaus learned how to drive

allison speaks seven languages, and five knows both ancient greek and italian

grace helped diego with his stutter

before he travelled back in time and met dave, klaus’ longest relationship was two-weeks long and primarily because he was tired of sleeping rough

ben and diego made allison’s teddy say ‘luther smells dad’s underwear’ as kids

diego told klaus that licking a battery would give him pubes when they were eight, and klaus believed him

klaus’ special training in the mausoleum was meant to make him too afraid of the ghosts to function, so reginald could control him better; reginald also killed him there at age thirteen, and possibly earlier

viktor’s violin once belonged to reginald’s late wife

diego’s ‘vigilante shit’ was a trauma response

allison was the first of the umbrellas to become a parent, and diego will be the second

ben almost certainly knew that klaus was dying and reanimating, as they spent sixteen years together after his death, and apparently never mentioned it

ben died at sixteen, and stuck around as a ghost for a further sixteen years before going into the light

it was a rule that nobody could speak at mealtimes, and they had to listen to various lectures on the radio

the children got half an hour on sundays for fun and games

the kids used to sneak out of the academy to go and get donuts at griddy’s

five used to get five stars in all of his performance reviews, although luther, hargreeves’ apparent favourite, did not

diego considered viktor’s book unforgiveable, but forgave him for ending the world in 1963 after he apologised

klaus has died fifty-six times by the age of thirty-two

ben died in something called ‘the jennifer incident’, although we still don’t know what it was or exactly how he died

luther spent four years alone on the moon; solitary confinement is considered torture by the united nations after fifteen days

luther wrote poetry on the moon, and self-harmed

diego has a fear of needles

klaus is now physically the oldest sibling, whilst five is mentally the oldest

allison rumoured either luther or patrick to love her

reginald told the kids at ben’s funeral that it was their fault he was dead

diego and klaus used to huff paint as teenagers

five spent somewhere between forty and forty-four years in the apocalypse; his contract with the commission was for five years, and we know he broke it before it was complete

as an old man, five had a moustache

luther, five and klaus all have problems with substance abuse

five and viktor were best friends growing up, as were allison and luther

luther got allison a locket with ‘A + L’ engraved on it when they were teenagers

allison rumoured herself onto a soccer team at one point, despite being homeschooled

luther wanted to go to summer camp, but reginald told him he would never go

none of his siblings know that diego shut grace down in season 1

five singlehandedly invented the formula for time travel

luther fell for the nigerian prince scam

#tua #tua spoilers #im making this more for myself and my own reference than anything (fic writing) but i thought it'd be interesting to share as well #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #number five #ben hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #grace hargreeves #i know these are all out of order but im writing them as i remember them #ref

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honey-words · 7 months

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fake it till you make it — pro hero!kaminari denki x quirkless!reader

synopsis: the company encourages it, after the first accidental incident. they see it as an opportunity to help denki grow, have a time in the limelight. they say it will encourage questions about him: who is this mystery person he spends his free time with? who is this mystery person he so publicly saved, with a romantic victory kiss?

it’s you. and no one can know.

you’re actually a coworker, working in PR for the same agency denki is under. he’d saved you once when he was off duty, but that was enough. the tabloids got ahold of a picture of the both of you, and from there denki’s ratings skyrocketed. for the sake of both of your jobs, you play along. your identity is safe for now, so what’s the harm?

content warnings: violence (reader is briefly held hostage)

wc: 2.1k

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chapter 1 - and so it begins

It’s 8 a.m. on a Monday and you’re actually looking forward to clocking in for your shift. This kind of excitement for the start of the week is new for you, and you know the stockholm syndrome-happiness-high that is the first couple of months at a new job will fade away soon. But for now, you cling to it.

It’s hard not to like your job when your closest work friend happens to be a literal superhero.

Kaminari is waiting for you by the elevator, not bothering to hide his smug grin grins you jump in surprise upon seeing him. “Good morning, Y/N!”

“Good morning, Kaminari,” you reply, walking towards your desk, not at all surprised when he follows. “Did Missy pair us up again?”

He nods and sits in the empty chair next to your desk, idly spinning in it and watching you settle in for the day. “She said you’re helping with my Instagram today. I don’t see what’s wrong with it, though!”

You glance over at Missy’s office a few feet away and see her wink at you before going back to typing on her computer, and you sigh. If Kaminari thinks his account looks okay, it probably means a lot of work for you.

“Okay, you know the drill. Write down your password and I’ll log in to get started.” You slide your sticky note set and a pen to him across your desk, watching as he scrawls down his password.

Over the past two weeks, you’ve been paired up with Kaminari to work on his branding, and how he comes across on social media platforms and with news outlets. You’re both relatively new to the company and around the same age, which you suspect is why Missy has paired you up for the remainder of the month.

The past few weeks of spending most of your days with each other made you fast friends, and it also made you knowledgeable about how predictable Kaminari is with his passwords.

“Okay, we’re changing this one too,” you tell him when he slides the sticky notes back to you. He groans and slides down in his chair a little. “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t been hacked yet.” You don’t need to look up from your computer to know he’s pouting at you. He’s predictable in his mannerisms, too.

“What time is your shift over today?” Kaminari asks you as you write down his new password (Y/N0325isthebest*). He’s been asking you this question every time you come into work and he gives you your assignment from Missy and Stardust, your boss, and his boss.

He’s usually clocked in an hour before you for morning briefings, so he gets to relay information to you. Another way Missy has pushed you both to become friends. It annoyed you in the beginning, having to talk to someone on forced terms so early in the morning. But Kaminari has become a welcome presence and a good work friend.

“5 o'clock as always,” you tell him, yawning as you log onto his Instagram. You try to keep the grimace off your face. It’s not the worst you’ve seen, but you can tell he’s been running it all on his own.

He perks up at that, leaping up from his seat beside you. “Me too! I’ll walk you home today. I’ve been craving a donut from that shop near your apartment.”

“Okay,” you agree, attention having been refocused onto the task at hand. You’re already working on pitches for him and Missy to look over later. “See you then.”

After he cheerfully says goodbye he leaves the little clutter of desks in the corner of the agency that is the PR and Marketing departments and takes off down the hall to where the other pro heroes sit, and you revel in the quiet around you. You’re the only one at the desks for this part of the morning—most of your other coworkers choose to come in later during the day and work the first half from home.

For this reason, Missy often invites you to eat lunch with her in her office. Normally everyone eats in the small breakroom, but since it’s just the two of you on Monday mornings, she started inviting you to her office.

Lunch comes faster than you expect, and passes just as quickly. You and Missy make small talk that quickly evolves into discussing pro-hero gossip. “Off the record, of course,” Missy says before saying anything too scandalous.

The new gossip you learn is enough to fuel your energy for the rest of the day, and before you know it you’re waiting for Kaminari outside the agency, idly looking through his updated Instagram to appreciate your work.

“Y/N!” you glance up from your phone just as Kaminari reaches you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and guiding you down the street. He’s in civilian clothing now, which is why you let him keep an arm around you. You’ve seen how sweaty he gets after patrol shifts, and you happen to value your work attire too much to let him stain you with sweat.

“How was your patrol?” you ask him, slipping your phone back into your bag and turning to look at him as you walk. “Slow?”

He nods, patting you idly on the shoulder with the arm that’s still around you. You don’t even flinch when he shocks you a little, like when you reach for a shopping cart. It’s become a habit at this point for you to expect it whenever he touches you, and it doesn’t hurt enough for you to point it out. Kaminari isn’t even aware he does it, you think.

He’s telling you all about his shift, where he patrolled with his usual partner Nova (who was your first friend at the agency and whom you regularly had dinner with) and you’re listening attentively, not noticing someone coming up behind you.

You feel a tug at your bag, which makes you reflexively tug back and turn around, meeting the wild eyes of a man you’ve never seen before. In the split second before he grabs you, you notice he’s holding a bag of vials and has a needle in his free hand.

Kaminari’s arm tenses around you, but it happens so quickly he isn’t able to pull you back closer to him. The man yanks you away with surprising force, the both of you stumbling back several feet, his bag of vials clinking against your own bag. You push against him but freeze when you feel something sharp against your neck.

“Don’t move,” he snarls, pressing his arm closer to you. “Nobody move, and I won’t kill them.” His arm had sprouted what looked like thick spines, and one was pressing into your throat. He waved his other spined arm around, the vials clinking against one another. Someone screamed nearby, and you watched as people scattered away from you.

You look around wildly, doing your best not to press closer to the spine at your throat. In the commotion, you’d lost sight of Kaminari. Other people had pushed past you to get away from the spined man and you were several feet away from where you’d been earlier. You feel panic beginning to settle in.

“What’s the matter, no quirk to defend yourself with?” the man snarled into your ear, making you wince at his closeness. “I had that problem too until I woke up and realized!” he shouted the last part, raising the bag of vials high in the air. “That they keep it from us! Rob us of this power!”

And then you realize Kaminari is right in front of you. He’d appeared so quietly you hadn’t noticed, and you see the way his hands are raised slightly. But he doesn’t have any of his gear, and he looks like he’s hesitating. You realize he doesn’t want to shock you by mistake.

As discreetly as you can, you shake your head slowly at him. The man is now ranting about the government and its secrets, too busy trying to gather the attention of frightened people walking by to notice you signaling Kaminari. You hold up your hand slowly, making sure Kaminari can see you moving, and spread your hand out to make a five.

You wince again when the man jostles around, still ranting and waving his arm around. You use your body weight to turn you even further, so his back is to Kaminari. You count five seconds and shove his arm away from you as hard as you can, and lunge away from him as he tries to reach for you again.

Hoping you’d counted correctly, you land on your hands and needs and cover your head. You gasp when you feel the electricity coursing through the air, finding its target a mere inches away from you. The spined man screams and drops his bag of vials, which you discern from the sound of glass breaking.

You flinch and scream a little when you feel someone reach for your arms that are still covering your head, but you relax when you hear his voice. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

Kaminari gently helps you to your feet and you realize you’re shaking a little. You grip his arms for support. “Are you okay?” you ask hurriedly, still trying to catch your breath.

He nods, holding you tightly by your arms. “I’m fine. Are you?” he looks you up and down, looking for injuries.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Did you get him?” you’re still facing away from him, and can’t find the strength in you to look away from Kaminari, who you realize is standing very close to you. Way closer than you’ve ever been to him.

He nods and tugs you a little closer until you’re almost leaning into him, until you can feel his breath on your face. His eyes dart down to your lips before looking back up to meet your gaze. And before you even realize what you’re doing, you lean in to press your lips against his.

Your grip on his arms loosens, and your hands travel up to his shoulders and neck as you kiss him. You hum in surprise when his grip on your arm tightens and he pulls you impossibly closer. As his hands start to travel down to your waist you break away from him, panting slightly.

He rests his forehead on yours, eyes half-lidded, cheeks and lips pink. You feel yourself get hot all over and you take a step back, pulling your hands away as realization starts to settle in.

Before you can even begin to apologize, Kaminari licks his lips and mumbles, “Your chapstick tastes nice.”

His eyes move to focus on something behind you, and suddenly everything comes back into focus and you realize where you are. Kaminari's realization came a bit earlier because he was already guiding you to the ambulance you hadn’t fully realized had arrived before you could say anything in response.

He makes sure you sit on the open bay of the ambulance and that a paramedic is there to check on you before he leaves. “I’ll be back in a bit,” he tells you, squeezing your hands. You look down and realize he’s been holding them this entire time. “Don’t move.”

The paramedic asks you questions as she examines you and you answer, but your eyes are following Kaminari as he moves around the scene, now closed off and bustling with police officers. He’s in full hero mode now, giving his statement and walking with the officers to where the spined man is still toppled over, now in handcuffs and being carefully examined by a paramedic.

The paramedic checking on you gives you a salve for your hands, which instantly makes them feel better, and moves on to check on other people who are in the crowd. You move to make room but stay near the ambulance, remembering Kaminari told you to stay put.

True to his word, he jogs over to you a few minutes later, an officer in tow. “Y/N, I have to stay for a bit longer, but Officer Aki will walk you the rest of the way home.” You nod, smiling at the officer as Kaminari pulls you away from the ambulance. His hands are warm against yours, and when you say goodbye and he slips them out of your grasp, you feel cold all over again.

You make it home safely, profusely thanking Officer Aki for walking you all the way. It’s only when you unlock the door to your apartment that everything starts to settle in your mind, that it starts to feel more like a reality.

You kissed Kaminari. You kissed your best work friend, your client—

With a strangled gasp that sounds more like a groan of anguish, you collapse face-first onto your couch, letting yourself drown in your comforting blankets you’d left from the night before

You’re so going to get fired tomorrow.

#kaminari denki x reader #kaminari x y/n #denki kaminari x you #kaminari x reader #kaminari x you #denki kaminari x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero x reader #my hero academia x reader #denki x you

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gunsandspaceships · 3 months

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Tony wasn’t drunk (or explanation of his plan to die alone in IM2)

Seems like people often watch but don’t see a movie. And this particular situation is one of the most common in my experience – people think that in Iron Man 2 during his birthday party Tony was drunk, reckless, narcissistic etc. And they base their understanding of the character on scenes like this, which they completely misunderstand. I’ll explain here what I mean.

What we have in the movie overall? Tony is dying from palladium poisoning. Damage spreads quickly, not many days are left for him to live. He has 2 most important things to do before he is gone: transfer his company to the capable and trusted hands of Pepper, and to give his armor and superhero responsibilities to his best friend Rhodey.

At first we can see that Tony didn’t want to die alone, since on the way back home from Monaco he asks Pepper not to throw a party and to fly to Venice instead (0:41:20). He wanted to spend time with her. His last days. “It’s a great place to be healthy” he says. He gives her a clue, which she doesn’t recognize. He can’t tell her what exactly is happening because he hates when others feel pity to him and he is not confident enough to speak about his own feelings and well-being. I will write more about it in the future.

At 0:47:50 Tony gives a clue about his condition to Rhodey. Not, not like that. A CLUE. Rhodey looks, but does not see.

Tony gives up on trying to show them. He’s just going to pass his armor to Rhodey, push everyone away from himself, and die alone. Terrible plan, but not from Tony’s perspective. There is no consideration of his own feelings that we can see.

Let’s take a closer look on what’s going on at the party:

0:52:00 – toxicity in Tony’s blood almost reached its maximum. Not much room for alcohol there. He says Nat “I should cancel the party, huh? ... Cause it sends the wrong message”. He is drinking a cocktail, and it is probably the only drink he’s had that night. Why? Read further.

0:54:00 - the party is in full swing and Tony is trying his best to show that he is completely drunk, has slurred speech and can’t even stand.

0:57:00 – Rhodey put on Mark 2 – Tony’s goal is almost reached. Coordination and clarity of speech is back as soon as the fight between them begins. Magic?

0:58:25 – Tony roars at the crowd to drive them out of his house.

0:58:50 – Tony is checking if Rhodey is ready to be new Iron Man and knows how to use the armor by “crossing the streams” in the house that he had just cleared of civilians.

1:01:20 – Donut and Fury scene.

1:01:40 – Tony is back to acting before Fury.

1:02:35 – Fury is explaining to Tony that he knows about his plan.

1:02:40 – Tony is trying to convince Fury that it wasn’t a plan, but Fury is not convinced, because despite having only one eye he sees more than Tony’s two-eyed “best friends”. Natasha backs him up with knowledge of Tony’s security system. Tony gives in, smiling at them, “What do you want from me?”.

What do I want to say with my essay? Be like Fury – WATCH the movie.

#tony stark #iron man #mcu #marvel #iron man 2 #pepper potts #james rhodes #rhodey #nick fury #natasha romanoff #black widow #war machine

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heybiji · 5 months

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self-conscious over getting obsessed with a ttrpg npc i made too aligned with my tastes

#masks: a new generation #masks ttrpg #pbta #ttrpg art #original character #superheroes #true strike #truestrike #antonio salvo #tony salvo #miserable big man #masks: overlook #rp stuff makes me insane but what can i do #pre-killing dino donut and destroying his career and marriage #sorry truestrike i went to the john tavner and kendall roy academy you may be miserable but you're fine in comparison

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somber-sapphic · 10 months

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As You Wish

〖Notes: Wow, this should've been done days ago but my period is kicking my ass. Not going to lie I write this purely because it made me feel a little better. ALSO, LENA'S FAVORITE MOVIE BEING 'TITANIC' IS CANON, DON'T COME FOR ME :,)〗

〖Summary: Lena is really bad at being sick.〗

〖Word Count: 3.9k (I maybe went overboard)〗

〖Pairing: Kara x Sick Lena〗

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Kara bounced over to Lena’s office with a grin on her face and a box of donuts in her hands. It had been months since she had been able to see her best friend what with the overwhelming number of alien attacks on National City and Lena fighting to prove that she was worthy of respect through meeting after painstaking meeting.

But finally, the brunette had a free fifteen minutes and the Kryptonian (while still on call) managed to get the day off both from CatCo and from Supergirl-ing. Both women had been working themselves to the bone for the past several weeks and hadn’t had a whole lot of time to catch up.

Kara had decided that since she knew they both had a bit of time, she would surprise her friend with sugary treats and gossip. She had caught two of her coworkers hooking up in the copier room and was dying to tell someone besides Alex.

The biochemist turned alien hunter hadn’t particularly cared about the workplace drama, she was more focused on not dying. In hindsight, perhaps she shouldn’t have brought it up during an attack, but when wasn’t there an attack lately?

Sometimes she felt as if her presence in the city did more harm than good. Sure, she protected the citizens from danger, but she also knew that she had a large role in drawing potentially dangerous aliens and groups to them.

Shoving the unwelcome thought aside Kara rapped softly on the door to Lena’s office, butterflies in her stomach. She had had a minor crush on the other woman since they had first met but decided to keep her unrequited love to herself. There was no need to ruin such a wonderful friendship over a silly crush.

“Come in,” The rasp that came from the other side of the door could not be called a voice and it made Kara’s heart jump. She’d only ever been sick once before, but she knew what sick people sounded like. Alex had gotten a cold a few months ago and she had sounded as if she had a literal frog stuck in her throat.

She opened the door and poked her head in, a frown crossing her face at the sight before her. Lena was sitting on her couch, laptop on the table in front of her, her shirt and pants rumpled. She was surrounded by used tissues, and an empty box sitting beside her laptop. She was hunched over typing away, shivering violently as her fingers danced across the keys.

“Hey, Kara.” She mumbled, barely glancing up from the screen. Her brilliant green eyes were glassy with fever, and she was sniffling every few seconds, taking a break from her computer only to wipe her nose on her damp sleeve. There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead and her typically immaculate hair was a mess, wispy pieces plastered against her damp skin.

“Oh Lena, you look awful.” The superhero breathed, rushing to her side. She cleared aside a spot on the coffee table and put the box of sugary treats down, her full attention now on assessing Lena’s illness. She didn’t know much about human illness, but this was probably bad.

The blonde slipped her palm over the CEO’s forehead, her frown deepening at the heat rising off of her skin. Lena pushed her away halfheartedly, not looking away from the email that she was writing. It was long, at least five paragraphs, and she was still working going. Kara hadn’t exactly read over her shoulder, but she had seen a few clauses and it was clearly not a friendly message.

“What’s this?” She asked softly, deciding that she should be a little bit worried. The way it was worded sounded almost like Lena was in a battle for her life. The blonde saw tears fill the other woman’s eyes, but she shook her head quickly taking a quick gasp of air.

“N-nothing, just some stuff with Edge. It’s fine. You brought donuts?” The millionaire sniffled, biting her chapped lip. She leaned over and opened the box, peering at the pastries with eyes filled with disinterest. She was simply trying to draw attention away from whatever was going on with the Edge and from her obvious sickness.

“Don’t try to distract me with food. You are sick. Come on, I’m taking you home.” Kara replied, pulling the conversation back on track. They could unpack the issues with Edge later, what was most important was nursing Lena back to health.

“I’m fine Kar, it’s nothing. So, how have you been?” Her argument would’ve been more convincing had it not been for the slight chatter of her teeth and the congestion muddling her words. Her eyes were dull, and her nose was running slightly, it didn’t seem like she noticed.

“Y-you got,” Kara gestured to her own nose, a pang of sympathy racing through her heart. It made her sad to see this wonderful, amazing woman in this state of physical discomfort and she felt so powerless to help. Literal superpowers are no good when you can’t help the people you love.

Lena’s cheeks flushed darker, and she reached for a tissue, her mouth dropping open slightly when she realized that there were none. With a grimace on her face, she brought her sleep up to her dripping appendage and wiped it clean, looking embarrassed.

“’m so sorry about this, my allergies have been—”

“Lena, honey, you’re sick. Let me take you home, I’ll pick up some soup from Noonan’s, we can watch Titanic and you can get some rest. Come on, you aren’t well enough to work right now. You’ve gotta give that big brain of yours a rest.” Kara murmured, the pet name slipping out without her approval. Thankfully, Lena didn’t seem to notice, she was too preoccupied with not crying.

“I appreciate that you care, I really do, but I can’t leave. I have a meeting in five minutes and another right after that. Then there’s the opening of the psych wing at the hospital which I have to be there for.” The brunette broke into a fit of coughing and even without using her super hearing, Kara could hear the crackling in her lungs. That was bad.

“No, you don’t. I’ll have Jess cancel your meetings and someone will go for you to the ward opening at the hospital. They’ll understand, they probably won’t want you there anyway, sickie.” The reporter teased gently, nudging her with an elbow. Lena sniffled pitifully and looked up with teary eyes, a tiny smile appearing on her badly cracked lips.

“Kara, I can’t, thank you for the donuts but you need to go, I have to set up for my meeting.” Damnit, Kara thought she had it with that one. But no, there was no way that the genius was going down without a fight, even if the fight was simply the same thing back and forth.

“Lena Kieran Luthor, I know that you are a busy woman, but right now you need to rest. You need to sleep this off. Just let me help you, please.” Begging. She had resorted to begging. And it worked! Kara watched Lena’s crumbling resolve break as the woman hunched over, hanging her head in regret and shame.

“Okay. Just let me get my things.” She mumbled, sounding defeated. Kara smiled and squeezed her elbow, offering silent comfort.

“Let me take care of it. Can you stand?” The blonde asked, grabbing the waste basket so that she could dispose of the sea of tissues surrounding the CEO. Lena nodded, but didn’t move, just sat there, and stared at her computer, eyes unfocused.

Kara just continued to gather her things, cleaning up the office a bit so that it wouldn’t be an utter disaster when the brunette returned to work. When she was done, she put a hand on Lena’s shoulder, prompting the woman to look up.

“Come on Le, let’s get you home.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Kara absolutely hated cars. They were cramped, too slow, and smelled like other people. If she had a choice, she would have just flown Lena back to her penthouse, but that may have given away the fact that she was an alien superhero who occasionally prevented the city/world from being blown up or overrun. Just maybe.

She had complained under her breath the entire time, pointing out the safety issues while Lena listened dutifully listened, nodding along with the woman’s ridiculous critiques of her very safe vehicle.

The ride back to the penthouse was only twenty minutes, but they were some of the longest twenty minutes of Kara’s life. This was saying a lot considering that she was trapped in the phantom zone for 24 years. At least then she had been comfortably unconscious, unable to consider how terrifying her situation was. She vowed never to enter a vehicle again without her powers. It was far too dangerous.

“Do you think you can walk?” The blonde asked, helping her shivering maybe crush out of the back of the moderately sized limo. Lena nodded silently and stumbled out, a soft groan escaping her lips as her head spun in protest.

“Woah, easy. Come here you, it’s okay.” Kara murmured, wrapping an arm around the brunette’s waist. She looked momentarily shocked but settled into the helpful half embrace. With the woman’s support, they made it inside and Lena found herself realizing just how weak she was. They had walked maybe twenty feet to get over to the elevator and she was panting, her head swimming with exhaustion and fever.

“S’out of order?” The CEO practically whimpered, dread crossing her face. Tears had already started to well up in her eyes while any hope that she had left her. There was no way that she could make it up all of those stairs, even with Kara’s assistance. She already felt like she would pass out if she stood for too much longer.

“Um…do, do you want me to carry you?” Kara asked, sounding a bit flustered. Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment, and she was doing her best to hide the humiliation. As miserable as she looked, Lena was undeniably adorable with that little pout on her lips and those big, beautiful emerald-green eyes.

No, bad Kara. She’s sick, she’s confused, and most important of all she’s your best friend.

“I, Kara…are you…,” Lena paused to look into the blonde’s big blue eyes and felt herself relax. Kara was just so incredibly kind, gentle, and willing to do anything to take care of her loved ones. She sniffled pitifully and nodded, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Um…y-yes please.” She whispered, knowing that there was really nothing else that she could do. She wouldn’t be walking, and it wasn’t like she could sleep in the lobby. This was the only choice that she had.

Kara slipped her bag over her shoulder and very carefully eased Lena into her arms, holding the brunette in a bridal carry. She was alarmed by just how light her friend was, sure she had superpowers, but she made a mental note to remind Lena to eat on a more regular basis. The woman tended to get so caught up in her work that she forgot to practice basic self-care.

The blonde held her breath as she carried Lena up the stairs, feeling every bounce of the CEO’s head against her chest, every small shift in her arms, hearing the way her heartbeat slowed to a reasonable pace as soon as she was settled in her arms. This was all that Kara wanted. She wanted to hold Lena for the rest of her life, she wanted to make her feel safe and protect her from harm.

Lena had all but fallen asleep when they reached the penthouse, nuzzled close to her best friend’s chest and subconsciously trying to get even closer. Kara switched most of the raven-haired woman’s weight to one of her arms as she fiddled with the doorknob, fully expecting to find it locked. A spike of worry dashed through her heart when she found it open.

“Sweetie, do you remember if you locked the door this morning?” She murmured, feeling guilty about waking the woman from what was probably the first nap she’d had in weeks. Lena shook her head slightly, indicating that no, she had not in fact locked her door.

Kara hummed her disapproval but decided that she would save her nagging about safety later. There were so many people out there who wanted to hurt her, she knew better than to leave her door open like that.

Kara sighed quietly and carried the woman inside, her mind racing. Getting her home had been the easy part. Being one who practically never got sick, the blonde wasn’t exactly sure how to help. She didn’t entirely remember what an acceptable human temperature was (somewhere in the 90’s she was pretty sure) and everything she knew about being sick had come from watching Alex as a kid. The worst had been when Alex got chickenpox, the woman had been an absolute nightmare to deal with.

“Okay Le, I’m going to put you down in bed, is that okay?” Lena hummed her assent and Kara very gently set her down on the lavish bed. She then began to remove the brunette’s shoes, figuring that the high heels were absolutely killing her.

“Kara, what are you doing? You can go. I’ll be fine.” The sleepy woman mumbled, her voice a whispery rasp. Every breath crackled in Kara’s ears, a sound that was definitely not supposed to be there. She was beginning to wonder if she should call her sister, she had no clue how to help.

“Not a chance. I’m pretty sure you’ll die if I leave you alone.” The blonde teased, getting a little whine from the sick brunette. She sounded so incredibly pitiful, it broke Kara’s heart a bit. She moved to sit beside her best friend and brushed a few pieces of hair behind her ear, pausing a moment to lay her hand against the woman’s hot forehead. First things first though- Lena needed to get out of her work clothes.

“Can I get you something to wear?” The brunette hummed again, curling in a fetal position on top of the blankets. Kara knew that she needed to work fast, the last thing that she wanted was to need to wake the woman again.

She rifled (carefully) through Lena’s drawers until she found an old, clearly loved MIT sweatshirt. It was so worn that the letters had started to come off, but it was still readable. Kara smiled slightly and set it down on the bed before pulling out a pair of comfy-looking sweatpants.

“Can you change into these for me?” Kara asked, moving to squeeze Lena’s shoulder. With a grunt, she sat up and reached for the articles of clothing, pulling her shirt off before the startled superhero could make it out of the room.

Kara whirled around and closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment. The brunette didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing to her friend and just continued to change, looking at the back of Kara’s head when she was done.

“This is my favorite sweater. I always wear it when I don’t feel good. How’d you know?” She mumbled, sounding dazed and tired. The blonde turned back around and smiled, sitting down beside the sick woman.

“You clearly love it. It looks soft.” That statement seemed to set something off in Lena. Tears welled up in her fever-glazed eyes and she buried her head in her hands as she started to cry. Panic set into Kara’s chest and she sat down on the bed, wringing her hands as she tried to figure out what to do.

“Hey, Lena what’s wrong?” she asked gently, reaching over to put a hand on the woman’s knee. Lena continued to cry into her hands, shaking her head as she tried to stifle her sobs. Her breaths were coming in quick, painful gasps and she was quite literally choking on her tears, coughing hard as she cried.

Taking a risk, the blonde moved right beside her and wrapped an arm around the sobbing woman’s waist, thinking back to the only other time that she’d seen Lena cry. They had sat together for hours, Kara silently holding the brunette as she just let it all out.

Without hesitation the ill genius pressed against her friend’s side, turning her head into Kara’s shoulder.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” She tried again, patting Lena’s back gently to help loosen some of the congestion that seemed to have settled into her lungs.

“N-no one’s ever c-cared this much before.” The brunette managed through her coughs, reaching up to grab a fistful of Kara’s shirt. Her heart absolutely shattered, the alien hugged her tight, pressing her nose against Lena’s hairline. She didn’t mind the snot or the tears, all that mattered was making the woman she loved, maybe, kinda, that was not important, feel like someone was there for her.

“Oh Rao, Lena. I’m right here. I’ve got you, I’m here. I care, I promise that I do. We’re going to get you feel better, okay? I’ve got you.” She soothed, beginning to rock Lena in her arms. She shoved off the tangle of blankets and situated herself so that she had the beautiful brunette positioned in her lap.

She continued to talk softly to the distressed woman, saying absolutely nothing in her words. She just promised safety and love, relaxing as Lena’s breathing calmed and her heartbeat slowed. The loud, gut-wrenching sobs turned to weak, congested hiccups. It took probably twenty minutes, but the CEO finally went from awake and dysregulated to sniffing in her sleep, still curled up in Kara’s lap.

They stayed like that for a while, Kara simply didn’t have the heart to move her even long after she’d gotten bored. If she’d had her laptop on her, she probably could’ve gotten some editing done, but she just couldn’t risk waking the sick woman. All that she wanted was to help Lena get better. If that meant sitting in an uncomfortable position for a few hours, it would be okay.

After another twenty minutes, the brunette was still fast asleep. Kara very gently eased her back down onto the covers, halting when she heard a tiny whimper from the sick woman. She waited another few seconds before continuing to set her down, smiling when Lena was fully curled up against the covers.

The blonde slipped out of the room and grabbed a blanket from the couch, returning to drape it over her sick friend. They would worry about getting her under the duvet later, for now, that would do. She then grabbed her phone and texted her sister.

Kara: Lena’s sick and I don’t know what to do.

Alex: Sick? What kind of sick? I need some more details here Kar.

Kara huffed her frustration and turned to the wheezing brunette as she thought of a response.

Kara: I don’t know! She feels really hot, she’s coughing, sneezing, she looks awful. Just help me!

Alex: Okay, breathe. It sounds like she just has the flu. Give her some fluids, and have her take medicine, but most importantly she needs sleep. She’ll be fine.

Kara: What kind of medicine?

She could practically hear Alex sighing over the phone. She knew that her sister was busy, but this was incredibly important.

Alex: Look, see what she has in the medicine cabinet and give her that. She’ll be okay Kara; humans are built to deal with this. Take a deep breath. Call me when she wakes up and I’ll talk to her.

The blonde did as directed, taking a deep breath in and holding it for a few seconds to calm herself down as she reminded herself of what Alex had said. Humans were used to this. Humans could handle this. It would be fine. Lena would be fine, just fine.

Now that she had freed herself from Lena’s grasp she had managed to retrieve her laptop from her bag. The blonde pulled out her machine and began to work on her latest article, which was surprisingly about the CEO.

It was just a stupid puff piece thanking Lena for her latest donation to the city -a whole new hospital- but the woman really needed the good press. So much hate surrounded her name, and people couldn’t seem to comprehend all of the good that she did.

She had gotten so into her work that she didn’t realize how much time had gone by until she saw Lena staring up at her, a little smile on her cracked lips.

“Hey, you, how are you feeling?”

“Why are you still here? Aren’t you sposta be doing something?” The brunette asked, completely ignoring Kara’s original question. Judging by the way that she was speaking, speech slurred slightly, the answer was ‘not great’.

Immediately assuming that the question was based on catching the illness (that’s what most humans worried about in this situation, right?) she framed her answer as what she figured Lena would want to hear.

“I won’t get sick, but I’ll go if you want me to,” Kara said softly, propping herself up on one elbow. The woman laying in her arms smirked and opened one beautiful green eye.

“Well duh. Aliens can’t get people viruses.” Well, that wasn’t what the blonde had been expecting. She froze, her mouth dropping open as she fumbled for what to say. How had this even happened? She had been so careful. Right?

“I-uh, I’m not sure what, what you’re talking about. I just have a really good immune system and I got my flu shot and I don’t really get sick and—”

“’member one of the first times we interacted? I asked ‘f you need a parking ticket validated. You,” Lena paused to giggle, “said you ‘flew here on a bus’. Dumbest excuse I’ve ever heard. Dummy.” The grin on the CEO’s face was enough to make Kara burst into laughter. She had hoped that she had played it off well, but clearly, she hadn’t been as smooth as she thought.

“Are…you okay with it?”

“Mhm. Can’t really be mad, you saved didn’ let anyone kill me. Please don’t go.” The slightly delerious Lena was already falling asleep again, cuddling against Kara’s chest. It was pretty clear that she wasn’t interested in moving, and really just wanted to be held.

“I’m not going anywhere. But let’s get some medicine in you, see if we can lower that fever a bit.” She was pretty sure there would need to be more conversation about this later, but for now, Kara was perfectly happy to gloss over the subject of her DNA.

“Later? I wanna sleep.” If it were anyone else and if they were wearing any other expression, Lena literally looked like a cute, pouting puppy, Kara would’ve demanded that the medicine be consumed. But she just didn’t have the heart to argue with the woman.

“As you wish.” The blonde said softly, pressing an incredibly soft kiss to the top of her best friend’s head. The woman let out a contented sigh and curled up closer, tucking her head right under Kara’s chin. Maybe this illness would be the start of something beautiful.

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tonixe · 1 year

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My prerogative

n.o.t.e.s - Sorry for being inactive for the past weeks :c

w.a.r.n - Homelander being a warning, anger issue, the reader being disrespected on, a chainsaw man reference, gore topics, organs.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Homelander x Supe!Fem! reader (kind of?)

w.c. - 1637

Another day at Vought INC, you were sitting in your office writing up a storm in a document. You worked in the PR team for Vought superheroes.

Today was an especially hard day.

First, wake up late because of your alarm clock, then your phone is not even fucking charging.

Then if that wasn't good enough, being late to the train and then walking to work in heels that were 30 mins away. Then coming back to this hellhole for your boss to give you a horrible time at work.

As you were here fucking slaving away on your computer, your thought running around your head, it was hard to come with the concept for that experiment that you call heroes.

Not that you had any aggression with any of the superheroes except with The deep, translucent, and demon you call America's golden boy, Homelander. As you were typing on your computer in your small office, your boss walked up to you, clicking her heels annoying; not like you had an anger issue, but when you saw her, everything in your body rang anger.

"Y/N, your last idea was interesting, needless to say. I don't think that having Queen Maeve and Starlight helping out, survivors of Cyclone Idai, wouldn't be a good pitch. Think, Feminism, think two women showing the world that women can do anything." she slams the paper you worked hard on onto your desk, tapping down on the paper.

"What do you mean?" you responded to her interesting comments.

"What I said, a feminist is the topic" she exaggerate her hands and clasped her hand.

"Sure," your eyes twitched as you picked up the paper she placed on the desk.

As she walked out of your office, she yelled out, "-And make sure it is good this time!" the final comment made you crush the paper in your hand and throw it on the wall.

"What the hell does feminism do with superheroes" you mumbled yourself. Swiping a piece of your hair to the side of your ears, moving closer to the computer, and thinking about some ideas. Needless you say, you were fricking annoyed by the comments your boss said.

Bite at your lip, till it drew some blood. It was getting tiring, trying to live a normal life, was tiring, you thought of your choices when you were 12 between staying in the lab or escaping, but you glad that you are able to escape that hellhole than being monitored for 24 hrs, and ending to be doll being on display.

But ironic that you landed a job at the same brand you escaped. You wanted a breather from being locked up in your small office; besides that, your break was coming in, standing up and stretching your neck and your body. Walking out of your office, going to the elevator.

As you were walking down, getting pushed by two dickhead of Vought employees, they responded by saying to watch where you were walking.

The disrespect you were getting from this company was crazy. While you enter the elevator, pressing the 25th floor, where the company Starbucks was, you need some Caffeine to boost your mood and energy, even though Dunkin Donuts was better than the overpriced coffee store.

Standing the side of the elevator lending to the walls, as you scrolled on your phone while the elevator was going down. the elevator music chiming in.

Your eyes was still laid on your phone, you didn't notice the person that came into the elevator, not taking your eyes on off, until your eyes look at the familiar cape, it was red, white and blue.

Making quick eye contact with the person you dread meeting on top of that, Homelander.

But out of all the elevators in the building, why the heck would he take the elevator taken by lowly Vought employees? Getting off the wall, straightening yourself up.

He walked in with his hand behind his back.

The music chimed in and played through; your body was tense by his immediate presence, and the elevator door closed.

You wished that the elevator would go faster as you stared at the floor indicator with the lowering numbers of the floor going down. You should help it, but your heart was pumping out of your chest.

"So, I heard you got a promotion, Y/N." the comment he said caught you off guard, 'The Fuck' and you just stared at him.

Besides the point, he said that, your promotion was literally 6 months ago.

"Quiet, aren't we?" he looked you in the eye, and you soon pulled away.

"Thank you, Sir," you responded, not bothering to correct him. Now you were begging that time would go faster, biting down on your lip.

The elevator so coming down to the 25th floor, and he soon slapped his arm on the control panel breaking it and catching himself off caught.

Faster than you can even react, he grabbed your neck, pinning you to the elevator wall, leaving you shocked to even react.

An ominous chuckle erupted from him, "You honestly got everyone else fooled, but not me at all, Y/N."

You were scared for your life inside that elevator, there nobody here, and there was no one to hear you scream at all. "W-what, do you mean" you stared at him, your legs were trembling.

"Your not normal at all, you're more than having a lowly lifestyle. You are a god like me" he grabs your face and squishes it.

You help but stare at him; you have a hard time responding to him; even if you tried doing something, your chances of being slayed by him would be high.

"What?" the word slipped out of your mouth, you were wondering how he know, but I guess you can't hide anything from Homelander; if you were to lie, you would probably just die right there.

"Don't fuck with me, Y/N." he barked at you, his hand breaking inside the elevator wall. Your eyes felt wet, and tears were escaping you. Your lips were trembling.

"Don't fucking turn soft on me now." He yelled at you, "Just admit it, don't lie to me."

"O-okay, I am one" you mumbled, he released his grip on you and pressed the button on the elevator panel, as he stood away from you in his original spot.

You fell down on the floor, breathing heavily, as you put your face in your hand.

The elevator door opened, "Cut that crying crap up; it not working on me at all," he mumbled as he exited the elevator, with his hand behind his back in a military position.

The feeling of getting to Starbucks left your mind; the only thing you could hear in the elevator was music as the elevator closed; you just wanted to get out of this building.

Walking out of the tall building, it was accordingly 8:45 pm when you exited the building. Unfornutaly for you, your day was only getting worse; it started raining on you, soon drenching your body in water.

'Just my day..' you mumbled out

A terrific day for you since it was just sunny outside, and you didn't bother to bring one of your jackets with you, but that's just New York weather. Grabbing your bag and using it as a protection shield for your head, you ran to the train station to catch it from its left.

Entering the station, your body was drenched in water head to toe; as the sound of your soaking wet clothes made a 'plop' sound, you moved to the scanner, swiping your MetroCard into it. The gate opening allows you to enter the waiting area of the train.

The screeching sound of the train came halting at the station. The door opened, allowing the people inside to get out; you grabbed your stuff and entered as you sat down, waiting for your stop.

30 MINUTES LATER

Lucky for you, the rain wasn't as bad when you exited work. You were walking to your apartment complex; your clothes were less drenched than before but still had some moister.

It got way darker than before; you were walking down the street. You live a little far away from the Vought building, and you usually take some shortcuts to make your journey less. As you looked in the alleyway, you dismissed the idea from your mind, the time for using a shortcut was way too risky.

"HEY, LADY!" a masculine voice yelled, ringing in your ears.

"Just my luck," you muttered as you turned to the voice. "Give me all your money," the mysterious man said, holding a pocket knife and wearing all black.

"No," you responded to him.

"Do you want to die right now? Just give me your fucking purse, or I'll stab you in the fucking neck," he yelled, walking towards you.

"Maybe, but do you know what is even better than money" you walked towards the mysterious figure, throwing your bag onto the floor.

"Your life," you made a gun sign with one of your men and pointed towards him "bang" soon, the man's chest, stomach, and abdomen area were blasted off and sprayed on the wall. His head had a confused expression, and as his head landed on the floor, his legs fell down as well. It was a pure, clean cut; his organ was destroyed by the blast, and the red liquid was everywhere on the street.

His blood was sprayed on some of your clothes as you grabbed your bag from the dirty floor and walked away from the massacre of the man's body.

You didn't know it, but someone was following you as he popped out from his invisible trick. Translucent face had a scared expression etched on it as he looked at the gory display on the floor. The mysterious man's blood trickled down the street to the road.

"What the hell" he covered his mouth at the killing. Pulling out his mouth, testing the head of the seven, a message saying, "It 's the real deal."

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Domestic HCs with Kiriko/Sojourn/Junker Queen (seperate) and their fem s/o? I love all the new characters, thanks in advance!

Domestic HC's (Junker Queen, Sojourn, and Kiriko)

Junker Queen

Living in Junker Town with the queen herself isn't per say "relaxing" however it sure is exciting

Odessa loves a good fight, if you two met as fighters you can bet a fun little spar occurs often (as long as no one gets seriously hurt)

Loves when you sit on her lap while on her throne (or in her lap at any time at all really)

Despite being queen and having a number of people she could call upon to serve her, Odessa prefers to cook for you and her.

She's surprisingly good at it!

She totally has a Kiss the Queen apron and if you disagree come fight me

When the night rolls around, Odessa is a blanket thief

She also refuses to go to bed without a goodnight kiss

If you wake her up to try to wrestle back the blanket, she'll just pull you into her arms and keep you wrapped there with the blanket, like a cuddle burrito

Her body heat is crazy good to have on cold nights that's for sure.

Honestly If you'd complain about being held securely by Odessa, I don't think you're human

Talks in her sleep a little, but other than that she's a sound sleeper.

Sojourn

Honestly, yaaas commander slay

Vivian is an active woman so expect some couple's exercises (quite frankly all these women are just super active)

Camping in the Canadian wilderness? You can bet your sojourn simp hide this will happen.

She'll pack some camp meals, some camp supplies, and you're off for a couple days

Two cool gals sitting on camp chairs next to a fire

S'mores were definitely made that night.

Vivian, just loves to be outdoors in general

So that includes nights under the stars on the front lawn with a couple glasses of wine.

When there are free nights indoors she loves to binge shows like Bones, NCIS, Grey's Anatomy, and other crime mystery shows.

This is not because I saw her cyber detective skin on the shop last night, nope.

Vivian has you right next to her and a bucket of popcorn to munch on

When it's time for bed, Vivian winds down with some yoga and would love if you joined her.

As far as sleeping goes, she moves around in her sleep a lot (still holds your hand in her sleep no matter the position that's a superpower. She snores, don't @ me.

Kiriko

Kiriko is unabashedly, a city girl. The flat you two live in is pretty tidy surprising considering her chaotic nature.

This means going out to various arcades, live music and comedy, movies, and enjoying the overall city life.

As a city girl I can relate

As far as being active goes, she loves to ride her bike around the city, and she'll be more than ecstatic if you join her

Maybe biking to a park on a sunny afternoon and setting up a picnic and watching the clouds go by

Back at home, she's a gamer and she love to play games like just dance (if you're feeling down, EMERGENCY DANCE PARTIES), Smash bros, and breath of the wild (though we all know she'd play more than that.)

Would cuddle you from behind with the controller in front and play her games like that.

Can't cook for the life of her, however she can bake, and man can that girl BAKE

Cookie and donut decorating YES.

Kiriko ALWAYS licks the batter off the spoon, if you try to stop her, she'll tackle you to the ground and force you to eat some.

Your face is stained with sugary residue with how many little kisses she gives you in the process (definitely licked some stuff off your face which earned her a playful smack on the shoulder.)

When night rolls around, she'll calm down and maybe put on a superhero movie (I get the total vibe she loves Marvel and DC)

Never fails to give you goodnight kisses

I think I've mentioned this in another prompt, but Kiriko is a big spoon, she loves the feeling of being wrapped around her and having you securely in her arms

A dead silent sleeper, you almost think she's dead at times.

A/N: This was so fun to write! Thank you Anon! I love all the new ladies Especially Junker queen and Kiriko (though I think I know everyone here who reads my stuff knows exactly who I'm biased for)

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#overwatch2 #overwatch #overwatch x reader #kiriko #kiriko x reader #sojourn #vivian chase #junker queen #odessa stone #overwatch imagine

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domestic bliss

pairing: tasm!peter x single mom!reader (both are twenty-two)

word count: 4.1k

genre: fluff

summary: raising a child on your own hadn't been easy, especially when going to school and working constantly. You had never thought pf putting your own feelings ahead of your son, but maybe this time, accepting a new boy into your life would be good.

warnings: cursing, "improper" speaking (childish speaking), pining, domestic peter, flirting

notes: i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post the part two! i've been in the middle of moving house so i've been a bit busy. hope you enjoy!!

@ameliabs-world

part one | part two

The air outside was filled with moisture, the orange leaves that littered the ground were soaked, and the sky was an angry grey. There was a heavy fog enveloping the city, hugging it close and tight. It wasn’t unusual for autumn mornings to consist of mist and fog, and to some degree, you welcomed it. It was such a nice change from the disgustingly humid summer that had hit months prior.

Your home on the other hand, specifically your kitchen, was lit up in a yellow glow due to the lights. It smelled of half-burnt coffee and pumpkin spice candles, specifically the one you had just blown out when Cooper tried to play with the melted wax.

The candle was now on top of the fridge.

You set down a glass of milk and a cheese croissant on the breakfast nook where he had managed to climb up, eagerly waiting for his breakfast. Morning’s like these were routine. You rushed around the house to get everything ready due to Jen and Katie already being at work, and Cooper patiently waited while eating. He was a good boy.

Just as you had started to pack his bag for school, shuffling around his books and toys to fit in his lunch, the doorbell rang loudly.

You sighed heavily, running your hands through your hair in frustration before placing your hands on your scrub clad hips, “Coop, can you wait here for mommy?” You asked and looked over at your child, stuffing almost half of his croissant in his mouth while milk dribbled down his chin, “Hey, don’t choke. Haven’t touched the CPR classes yet.”

Your joke made Cooper giggle through fluffy pastry, despite not entirely knowing what you meant. He would give you laughs whenever something seemed slightly funny.

A smile graced your very tired face and you turned around, your tennis shoes shuffling across the hardwood as you made your way to the front door. When you opened it, there was no one there, causing you to furrow your brows and look around.

A thwip suddenly sounded and a blue and red blur quickly descended in front of you, causing your heart to nearly jump out of your chest, “I brought donuts.”

You laid a hand across your chest and took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment, “Fudge, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You spoke to the superhero in front of you as he landed on his feet, holding out a teal box to you.

Spider-Man stared in silence at you for a moment, tilting his head to the side, “Fudge?” He asked and then looked down at the box, “But, I thought you said donuts? I swear if you said fudge then I would have gotten fudge but I could have sworn you said donuts-”

“I said donuts.” You reassured and smiled softly, opening your door more for the male to come in, “I was censoring myself. In case you forgot, I have a five year old.” You mentioned, as though that was something he would forget.

The man hummed and nodded, “Speaking of, where is the man of the hour?” He asked and you closed the door, nodding for him to follow you into the kitchen. Cooper’s eyes immediately landed on his new hero and eyes widened, “Hey buddy!”

You smiled and moved back over to the counter where you were packing Cooper’s lunch, “He can have half of a donut, no more. He already had a croissant and I don’t want to send him off to Ms. Denny with a sugar high,” You looked over your shoulder, locking eyes with the spandex clad superhero as he was attempting to sneak Cooper a whole donut, “Hey, what did I say?”

Both boys mumbled an apology while the older boy slipped off his gloves, breaking the donut in half. He handed one half to Cooper, earning an excited giggle.

You zipped up Cooper’s backpack and set it on the ground before walking over, “I need you to do our routine, ready?” You asked the small boy who sat up straight, nodding quickly, “Okay. What are you?” You leaned your elbows on the counter separating you and your son.

“‘M handsome, and smart, and kind.” Cooper responded with a wide smile, his eyes bright and happy. He knew this routine like the back of his hand.

“And what will you do?” You questioned, feeling the eyes of the male at the end of the counter staring into the side of your head.

Cooper took a sip of his milk before responding, “I will be polite, and helpful.”

“Mhm,” You hummed happily, always impressed at the way Cooper remembered, “And who is the most amazing boy in the word?”

“Me!”

You leaned forward and trailed a few kisses all around Cooper’s face, “Exactly! Now, go wash your hands and brush your teeth, we’ve gotta go soon. What do you say to your friend?”

Cooper climbed out of the tall chair and rounded the counter to stare up at Spider-Man, “Thank you Mr. Spider-Man for the donut. Was yummy in my tummy!” He laughed before running down the hall, gently closing the door to the bathroom once he was inside.

You just shook your head with a fond smile and picked up his dishes, walking to the sink so you could deposit them there. You rinsed them quickly and wiped your hands on a dish towel.

“Do you do that every morning? The positivity and stuff?” The male in your kitchen asked, causing you to smile and nod, leaning back against the counter, “Wow…You keep surprising me, Y/N.”

You waved a dismissive hand, “I think it helps him with his confidence. I don’t want him to feel like he isn’t good enough or that he needs to fake who he is. Plus, it helps with his manners.” You explained and then raised a brow, “You, New York’s neighbourhood Spider-Man, is surprised by me?”

He let out a small laugh and nodded, “Yeah,” He mentioned before pushing up the bottom of his mask, exposing his pink lips so he could take a bite out of the half of a donut he was holding, “You’re just a really good person.”

Your heart swelled, feeling as though it grew in size, similarly to the Grinch, “I feel like you don’t usually buy donuts for the people you save.” You suggested and nodded to the teal box on your marble counter.

Spider-Man laughed and shrugged, “Only the ones I like.” He joked and smiled fondly, the way his lips quirked up now being exposed to you. From what you saw, he was attractive, really goddamn attractive.

“You’ll buy me donuts but you won’t take off that little mask?” You challenged, hoping that you could possibly tease it out of him.

You weren’t sure if asking him to take the mask off was a good idea, maybe it would scare him away and he would decide he could never come back, but maybe it was also worth a try. This man, whoever he was, had paid not only you, but your son so much attention. He acted like he had been there from the beginning, showing the utmost care and affection to the young boy.

The male shifted to his other leg, causing you to believe that you had just ruined it all, that you had screwed it all up. But when he spoke, your worries dissipated like a crowd of grey clouds, “Oh, I have this policy where if I see you a third time, then you get to see my face. It’s just like this little rule so I know my fans are super dedicated.” The joke rolled off his tongue so casually, so effortlessly. You blushed at the way it made you giggle.

“Fan? You think I’m a fan?” You folded your arms across your chest, shaking your head, “I’d say you’re the fan with how many times you’ve shown up. Unprompted, might I add.”

The man’s lips parted slightly and then pursed together, “Um, actually, I saved you and your son from a falling tree and then you invited me over for donuts, so it was very prompted.” He argued and you could feel the playful glare he was shooting your way.

“Eat your donut you menace, I have a boy to get to school.” You laughed and walked past him, coming up to the bathroom door, “Coop, gotta hurry bud!”

“He’s playing with the rubber ducks you have in there.” You heard from behind you, “Super hearing.”

You just groaned and knocked on the door, “Put the ducks down!”

After a few silent moments, the door swung open, revealing an utterly confused five year old, “How you know that?” He questioned and narrowed his eyes slightly, “Was you spyin’ on me?”

You shook your head and ruffled his hair, turning off the light before escorting him to the kitchen, “Mom’s just know everything.” You replied, letting the generational tale course through his brain like it had your own.

The boy grumbled before moving over to pick up his bag, dragging it across the floor, “Can I wear the ‘range jacket today? Wanna match the outside.”

You suppressed a smile, the cuteness threatening to make you turn into a puddle. You just nodded and grabbed his rain boots and orange jacket from the closet before returning, “Spidey, can you help him with this? I have to grab my bag.”

Spider-Man immediately fixed his mask and nodded, “Of course, at your service.” He said and took the things from you, crouching down in front of Cooper, “Cool jacket.”

Cooper giggled and lowered his voice as you walked to the living room, “I jus’ wear it ‘cause mommy says I look pretty as the outside. I hate ‘range.” He whispered while slipping his arms into the sleeves.

The grown man could have sworn that he physically felt his heart swell at that, “Well, that’s very nice of you.” He complimented, zipping up the jacket.

You walked back into the kitchen after picking up your bag for school, full of textbooks and studying supplies. You quickly pulled on your jacket before slinging the bag over your shoulder.

“Mom?” Cooper spoke up, causing you to look at him with a smile, “Are you walkin’ me to school today? Or do I has to take the bus?”

You frowned a bit and crouched down, sighing, “You have to take the bus buddy, I’m sorry. But Mrs. Garcia is gonna join you okay? She’s gonna be with you all the way to your stop and she’s going to make sure you’re okay.” You explained and pushed the boys hair out of his face.

“Jus’ scary sometimes…” Cooper admitted and looked down at his hands.

“I can take him.” Spider-Man spoke up from next to you, prompting both you and your son to look up at him, “I don’t mind, it’s on my way anyway. He might get a little bit of cred too.”

You rolled your eyes at the comment but smiled nonetheless, “You don’t have to do that, I already asked Mrs. Garcia and she said yes. I’m paying her anyway and I already gave her half the money.”

As you stood up, a strong hand was gently placed on your forearm, thumb rubbing soft circles, “Hey, I’ll take him, okay? I’ll find Mrs. Garcia on our way and let her know. Don’t worry about the money.” At your concerned expression at the mention of the money, he spoke up again, “I meant that I will get your money back.”

You just shook your head but you were interrupted by Cooper, “Mom, ‘M gonna miss my bus.” He stated simply, staring up at the both of you, “Say thank you to Mr. Spider-Man.”

Your jaw dropped slightly at your son using your own words against you, but the male’s voice from beside you warmed your body, “Yeah, say thank you to Mr. Spider-Man.” He said lowly. It wasn’t in a threatening way, no, it was flirtatious.

You just shook your head and pushed both boys towards the front door, “I don’t like you two together.” You stated and grabbed your keys off of the hall table, “You take him to school, no jumping, no crawling, and definitely no swinging. Understand me?”

“Yes ma’am.” Spider-Man spoke before walking out the door, letting Cooper hold his significantly larger hand, “Take him to school the boring way.”

“Exactly.”

The sky was orange when you finally walked out of the campus building. It had rained almost all day, pelting the earth with fresh water, creating muddy puddles and earthy smells. It was just what you had expected, especially when the grey clouds became darker on your arrival to school. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and sighed softly when you saw a text from Jen, stating how she picked Cooper up from school and he was having a delicious mac n cheese dinner.

You hated being away from him for so long during the day, and you hated not being able to drop him off or pick him up from school. It almost felt like you were failing sometimes. But, when you saw that lazy boy's smile or the way he perked up when you came home, it was all worth it.

You quickly texted back that you were on your way home and shoved your phone back into your pocket.

“Hey.” You heard the familiar voice speak behind you, lined with a smile.

You turned, only to see a brunette male with a camera hanging around his neck and a skateboard under his arm. You furrowed your brows for a moment, looking around for the source of the voice, your eyes eventually landing back on the unfamiliar boy, “Um, hi. Did you need help or anything? Sorry I’m just heading home to my son, I can’t leave him for long.”

The man smiled softly and chewed on the inside of his cheek, “You never did thank me earlier.” He responded, shoving a hand into the pocket of his pants.

You looked around in confusion for a moment, an awkward and downright weary smile playing on your lips, “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person…” You said and then took a step back, wanting out of this situation as fast as possible, “I really have to go.”

Just as you turned and started to depart, the boy called out to you, “Mrs. Garcia didn’t mind! She thought it was pretty cool that I was taking Coop to school, even said she wants to get me to come babysit her grandsons. Babysitter by day, Spider-Man by night has a pretty good ring to it, huh?” His rambling continued on in an attempt to convince you that you hadn’t been hearing things.

You slowly turned on your heel, eyes wide and lips parted, “Wow.”

A blush began to creep on the boy's cheeks, “Not quite the reaction I was expecting.” He whispered softly into the cold air, taking his bag off of his back so he could attach his skateboard to it.

You shook your head and took a few steps towards him, holding up a hand, “No, no! It’s a good wow! An appreciative wow. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so young or…or so-”

“Awkward?”

“Pretty.”

The boy's brown eyes widened and he quickly held out his hand, “I’m Peter. Please call me Peter.” He begged, shaking his head, “Not any more of this ‘Spider-Man’ shit.”

You slipped your soft hand into his more calloused one, shaking it gently and calmly, “It’s nice to finally know you, Peter.” You said and smiled through the corner of your mouth, “You gonna walk me home even out of your suit?”

Peter nodded and brought his hand to the small of your back, leading you down the sidewalk, “Definitely, yes.” He said and then laughed a bit, “You didn’t freak out.”

You shrugged, looking up at the side of his face, examining his every feature, “Oh, I still have time to expose you to the Daily Bugle.” You playfully threatened, throwing the taller male a wink.

He fake winced and shook his head, “Ah, won’t work, I sell Jameson photos. My word over yours.”

You hummed and flicked your tongue along your bottom lip, “Mm, that’s okay. I’ll respect the three meeting policy.” You teased, nudging his side with your shoulder gently.

Peter laughed, a genuine and whole laugh, “I made that policy up just for you.” He revealed, glancing down at you before his gaze focused back on the road in front of you both, “Dunno, thought it was worth it.”

“You barely know me, and you trusted me with your identity?” You asked, furrowing your brows together in confusion, “You’re not good at this whole double life thing, Peter.”

You both walked in comfortable silence, Peter’s hand lingering on your back. The streetlights illuminated the road, shining along the wet pavement with a yellow hue. There were cars speeding past you, distant honking and sirens sounding from across the city. The small stores that lined the street had a soft glow to them, radiating warmth in the cold night.

Peter spoke after a few minutes, his voice soft and unwavering, “So, now that you know me and not you know, Spider-Man, I was hoping that maybe I could take you on a date?” He asked, hopeful as he gestured with his hand, “I know you have Cooper, but if you need help finding someone to look after him then I’m sure my Aunt May wouldn’t mind. I wanna take you out, really spend time with you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as a smile struck your face, a warm feeling bubbling inside of you, the feeling of Peter’s hand on your back now feeling as though it was burning through your clothes, “His Aunt Katie will watch him, if anything she’ll beg to.” You informed him and shyly intertwined your arms, resting your palm on Peter’s bicep, “I’d love to go out with you.”

Peter looked at you, taking in every feature on your face. He watched how the streetlamps reflected in your eyes and the way you always seemed to have a small smile on your face, “Yeah?” He questioned, needing clarification in order to be excited.

You weren’t one to go on many dates, not ever since you had Cooper. You may go on one every so often but they never lead to anything, no one stuck around long enough for you to care either. You usually had better things to worry about.

“Yeah,” You whispered, nodding before clearing your throat, “But, I mean, it might sound silly but I don’t want Cooper to meet you yet. He knows you, but he knows you as Spider-Man, he doesn’t know you. And, I don’t want him to get attached or hopeful and this ends up fizzling out. I just don’t want to hurt his feelings. I can’t have him feeling like people just always leave him.” You were ranting at this point, attempting to get your point across while refusing to hurt Peter’s feelings.

The brunette stopped and turned to you, lifting a hand to the side of your face, simply holding you with his other hand on your waist, “We take this at your pace, okay? You’re Cooper’s mom, I’m not trying to come in and take that relationship away or change it.” He admitted and smiled, his thumb gently running along your cheekbone, “He’s really cool though, can’t wait to meet him.”

“You can’t come over as Spider-Man anymore either.” You laughed and gazed into his eyes, searching them for any ounce of regret, “No more drop bys or donuts.”

Peter took your hand, intertwining your fingers as he started to walk towards your apartment again, “Deal.” He agreed, easily accepting your terms and conditions.

He was making this so easy. You didn’t know how to react to him accepting your rules without any push back. You set the boundaries and he respected them without any questions. It made you hopeful.

“So, you wanna give me your number? That way I can let you know when I’ve secured a day for Cooper?” You questioned, holding Peter’s hand happily in your own.

“Oh yeah, that’s why you want my number, not any other reason.” Peter teased, a smirk cracking at his serious facade.

You gave him a playful look before rolling your eyes, aiming your gaze in front of you, “You’re insufferable.” You stated simply, your tone holding that of calmness and familiarity instead of the hostility that may usually come with words like those.

Peter just shook his head, that insufferable smile playing on his lips, gracing his face with such delicacy, “And you love it.” He retaliated proudly, confidently.

Usually you would be opposed to the confidence, maybe even disgusted by it. You spent your time surrounding yourself with quiet and selfless people, and you already knew that Peter was selfless. Maybe the confidence just added to his appeal. He wasn’t cocky, or rude, he just wore his friendliness on his sleeve.

As you turned the corner, coming up to your block, you grabbed Peter’s arm with your free hand and stopped him, closing your eyes softly, “Smell.” You told him, letting the calm breeze blow through your hair, picking up the curls effortlessly.

“Smell? Are you trying to get me to smell the piss from the alleyway?” Peter questioned. You could feel his eyes on you, examining the profile of your face as though it was a crime report. His eyes scanned the curve of your nose and the plump of your lips. The way your chin softly peaked and connected to your neck.

You laughed softly, and opened your eyes to look at the brunette next to you, “No, just close your eyes and smell.” You prompted, giving his arm a quick shake before returning to your previous state. Eyes closed, breath steady.

Peter did as you told him, closing his eyes and standing there on the corner of the street, your hands on his one arm while he attempted to figure out what you were smelling. The air was cool and damp, most likely from the rain that had been falling earlier. It had an earthy scent due to the wet dirt and the fallen leaves. All of this spread through the humid air, cleansing your nose of the bleach and cleaner you had been forced to smell during class.

“It smells like rain.” You whispered, opening your eyes again, feeling so free in this moment. Your smile widened, “It smells like fall! The rain, and the dirt. God, it’s all so refreshing.” You pulled Peter again to continue walking.

Maybe you were biased due to your love for fall, considering your son had been born during October, his birthday having just passed. But, even as a kid you always relished in the auburn tones, finding comfort in the way the leaves would fall slowly from the trees, coating the path you walked on in a blanket of orange. Fall meant Halloween, and Halloween meant getting to be creative. You loved all of the fall traditions, even if they were silly.

Peter just stayed quiet next to you, letting your excitement and happiness warm his body. He stayed that way for a few moments until you were doors away from your home, “I like how happy this all makes you.” He admitted.

You turned your head to gaze at Peter, watching the sincere expression float on his face, “Me too. It’s nice to have something that kind of, calms me down.” You said and nodded to yourself, taking a few more steps towards your door.

“You deserve it. You do so much.” Petter complimented, gesturing as he spoke with his free hand, “I mean, working and going to school, all while taking care of a kid by yourself? You deserve some time to yourself to regroup.”

You smiled and walked up the stairs to your door, standing in front of it, “You’re right.” You started, looking at the brown eyed boy with sincerity, “That’s why I’ll be going out with you. Now, number time.”

Peter hummed and took his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it before handing it to you, “Do your worst.” He spoke, watching as you immediately went to his contacts and added in your number, typing in your name with a little smile next to it.

You held the phone back out to him once you were finished and winked at him, “Enjoy.” You said softly.

“I will.”

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