havikshoochiemama

[havikshoochiemama]

Summary: Cakes and Kisses [2.9k]

Pairing: Ultraman x Reader

Warnings: Slight nsfw, very tooth rotting fluff, no pronouns used!!

A/N: something sweet for you guys!! i didn’t expect that many people to read my first one 😭 but ty for the support i was just yapping bc why is no one writing for this cutie pie ugh!! i kinda went crazy on this one …. took me way to long to write and even longer to edit ughh i never wrote nsfw b4 this so lmk if it’s good or… bad 🌚 but enjoy !!! i had sm fun writing this and getting out my comfort zone hehehe idk how to summarize this but pt 2 to my other fic HERE!!!

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Honestly, you don’t know how you got your boss to agree to this. Every now and then, you’d look over at the basket that sat in the back seat.

Your hands anxiously tapped the wheel as you neared your work, still nervous. Everything felt so … unreal.

As you walked towards the entrance, you fumbled with your ID badge. “It doesn’t want to go,” you joked, but all the guard did was roll his eyes. Then it finally beeped, and you shot him a quick smile as you made your way into the building.

You mumbled encouraging words to yourself, praying he didn’t switch his mind last minute like he so loved to do.

So lost in your mind, you didn’t even notice the blonde that was heading your way—pulling you into a hug

“Uh…Hi,” was all you managed to let out, still lost in thought.

Eve let out a pout as she put her head on your shoulder.

“I’m so done with him,”—que the water works—“He said we were going to hang all weekend, and now he’s saying he’s busy.”

You lightly patted her back, not quite sure how to comfort her.

“It’s okay, Eve. He doesn’t deserve you,” you said, like you had the last 40 times.

She sniffled a bit before perking back up.

“You know what, you’re right.” She pulled you into a hug once again. “I don’t know what I’d do without a best friend like you.”

All you did was nod. In no way were you two even close to being friends. There was only one time you even let her into your house, and it was when she was crying over Lex once again swearing she was going to leave him, once again.

“Y-yeah, of course…” you muttered, your face now buried in her chest.

She finally let go of you before looping her arm through yours and saying,

“So, where are we going?”

You smiled and replied,

“Just taking him out a some lessons.”

She nodded, then her attention fell back onto you, pausing for a moment as if taking you in.

“Wow, you look so hot right now,” she said, her hand tracing the floral design of your dress.

You let out a small laugh.

“Oh, this? It’s nothing,” you brushed her off, as if you hadn’t spent three hours finding the perfect thing to wear. And it was very different from the regular skirts and pantsuits you wore.

It was a simple slip dress with a floral design littered all over and a white cardigan to tie it all together. It was simple, yes, but it clung to your body, showing off your beautiful… assets.

“That guy you’re seeing is so lucky,” she said as she kept walking with you. All you did was nod while she yapped.

“You know… speaking of, you never really talk about him. I want to know evveerrryyythhiinng,” she said, groaning that last part.

“I promise I will,” you said as you approached the door. “Next time we hang out.”

Which would probably not be anytime soon.

“Really!” she said, basically jumping up and down. “You promise?”

You let out a soft smile as you replied,

“Promise.”

She let out a giggle before saying,

“I can’t wait.” Then she fixed her hair and spoke as she was leaving.

“I’m not mad at him anymore… he was probably just frustrated.” She pouted, then turned to you. “See you later, love.” She blew kisses your way.

All you did was smile as you went in.

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

The first thing you saw when you walked in wasn’t the man chained to the desk, it was the guard standing beside the door.

“Wow, I still don’t know how you got the boss to agree to this little date you’re about to have.”

All you did was roll your eyes.

“It’s… educational,” you said with a smile, making your way toward the man at the desk. “Plus, it’s none of your business. That’s between me and him.”

You pulled him into your chest, hugging him as you smiled.

“Hi…”

He looked up at you and smiled.

“…Pretty,” was all he said.

You turned your head slightly toward the guard.

“How about you do your job and open the cuffs?”

The guard groaned as he made his way over to the desk, unlocking the restraints.

Once uncuffed, his now-freed arms quickly wrapped around your waist, his hands wandering freely.

The guard scoffed as he returned to the door.

“You’re so done for once the boss finds out about this.”

You rolled your eyes, fingers lightly brushing through the man’s hair. You looked down at him, then back at the guard.

“Which he’ll never know about… because you love me too much to actually tell him yourself,” you said teasingly, shooting him a grin.

He rolled his eyes as he started to open the door.

“You owe me,” he sighed. “Big.”

As the door closed, your hands moved to the man’s face, gently squishing his cheeks.

“Hi…” you whispered before leaning down into a soft kiss.

“So… pretty… today,” he mumbled as you pulled away. “Pretty… always,” he added, eyes still on you.

It made your heart absolutely melt.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your hand slowly falling to his shoulders.

“Are you ready?”

He let out a small grunt.

You shot him a glare.

“Y…es.”

Smiling, you lightly pinched his cheek before standing and guiding him toward the door.

“I have a surprise for you…” you said softly.

As he stood upright, you were — as always — surprised by his height. You were so used to him sitting or resting his head on your chest, but you weren’t complaining.

You gently grabbed his hand and walked toward the door, knocking softly to signal the guard that you were ready.

As you made your way down the hall, you noticed him putting his mask back on. You honestly never liked it, the way it hid his adorable face, but there wasn’t much you could do about it… yet.

As you made it out, you pointed to your car, letting the guard know you’d be driving. As you got closer, the guard let out a small laugh.

“This thing is tiny.”

You smiled, unbothered.

“No… it’s,” you paused, helping him into the small car, “compacted, not tiny.”

The guard scoffed as he climbed into the back seat.

Once inside, you let out a little hum, remembering the surprise you’d brought. You reached into the back and grabbed the neatly folded clothes, handing them to the man beside you.

“Here — your surprise.”

He slowly took off the mask, a soft grin forming on his face.

“T-Thank… you,” he said quietly.

“Wow,” the guard chimed in from the back. “He can speak!?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Daniel—”

But before you could finish, he was already digging into the basket.

“Hey, that’s not for you!”

Now chewing on one of the pastries you made, he shrugged.

“What? You owe me.”

You groaned, starting the car — still nervous about, well… everything.

Your hand kept finding its way to his thigh, lightly squeezing now and then under the excuse of comforting him, when really, it was to calm yourself.

You pulled into a clearing hidden by a wall of trees, the kind of spot most would drive right past. But you’d been here before.

As soon as you parked, you quickly got out and opened the passenger door for him.

He began changing out of his uniform into the clothes you brought — just a simple button-up and jeans, sizes you’d eyeballed and prayed would fit.

You’d be lying if you said your eyes didn’t wander as he changed.

Once he was done, you helped him button up the shirt, your hands lingering a little too long against his chest.

You went to grab the basket from the back seat, only to be greeted by the guard you honestly forgot was still there.

“So… where we heading?” he asked, stepping out of the car.

You paused.

“We?” you echoed. “I was just planning on me and him…”

He rolled his eyes and threw himself dramatically back into the seat.

You flashed him a smile.

“Can you hand me that blanket you’re sitting on?”

He groaned again and handed it over.

“You better hurry back. I’m not risking my job for you.”

You nodded, then laced your fingers with his, guiding him through the trees until you reached the spot beneath a giant willow overlooking the lake. It was perfect.

You laid the blanket down, and he helped you — quiet, gentle.

Once everything was set, you looked over at him with a big smile. He knelt beside you, and you pulled him closer.

You were always excited for him to try your food, you’d spent all night making a spread that might have been a little too much. But he ate a lot… so better safe than sorry.

You pulled out the sandwiches first, not even sure they tasted good — you’d found the recipe online.

You handed him one, and it looked almost comically small in his large hands. He sniffed it curiously before taking a bite, and his eyes lit up.

It definitely tasted better than the grey paste your boss used to feed him. That stuff may have had vitamins and nutrients, but it looked and tasted like punishment. Your face always twitched whenever you saw him eat it, and you made a quiet promise to never let him go back to that.

Some time passed, and after he’d clearly eaten his fill, he rested his head on your lap as you talked his ears off about every little thing.

“Yeah, and then she was—”

You paused mid-sentence as something clicked in your memory. You leaned over and grabbed the basket, pulling out a small container and placing it on his lap.

He sat up, looking at you, then down at the container — confused. Then back at you.

You gave him a soft smile and popped open the lid.

“Well… read it,” you said, gently. After all, this whole day was supposed to be educational.

He brought the container closer, squinting like he didn’t have more-than-perfect vision. Slowly, he began to read.

“H-Ha… Happy…” he said, pausing between each word. You gave him an encouraging hum, smiling softly.

“Two…” He furrowed his brow at the last word. “An…” He looked back up at you, unsure.

You pointed to the cake inside.

“It’s been two years since I started working with you, aaand…” you cupped his face in your hands, your voice barely above a whisper.

“One year since you stole my heart.”

He let out a soft smile before you pulled him in for a kiss. Things escalated quickly, and before you knew it, he was pinned beneath you, cake smeared across his shirt.

You didn’t even realize it until after you pulled away.

Lifting your hand, you blinked at the frosting coating your fingers — then looked down at him. His entire shirt was a mess.

You let out a pout.

“Aww… I really wanted you to try it.”

He chuckled softly, then took your hand and brought it to his lips, slowly licking the cake from your fingers.

Surprised, you let out a small yelp.

“Sweetie… what are you doing?” you asked, flustered.

He smiled up at you, mouth still sweet.

“Mhm. Good,” he said, savoring the taste of you …and the cake.

You giggled and smeared the rest across his face in retaliation.

Then, biting your lip, you leaned in close and whispered,

“It’d be such a shame to waste it… I spent so much time baking it.”

You leaned down towards him, hands on either side of his head, before pressing your lips against his. Your lips then started gliding down to his chin, where cake was smeared, your tongue brushing across his sharp jaw.

You felt his hands hover over you, and you quickly popped your head up.

“It’s okay…” you huffed, trying to catch your breath. “You can touch me.”

You looked over your shoulder, grabbed one of his hands, and placed it on your waist. “It’s okay…” you murmured before returning to kiss his jaw.

You felt his hands roam around your waist, and you let out a small yelp as you felt strong hands tightening around your hips.

You were enjoying this too much—the closeness, everything. It was worth all the hours your boss yelled at you.

As you made your way down to his neck, leaving soft kisses, you felt his Adam’s apple move as you planted sweet kisses and some love bites along his neck.

With your free hand, you played with the button of his shirt for a moment before sitting up.

Looking down at him now lying between your legs, hands still resting at your waist, you placed both your hands on his cake-covered shirt.

You let out a mischievous smile before softly asking, “Can I take this off?”

He let out a grunt, and you tilted your head towards him, giving him a 'use your words' glare.

He quickly cleared his throat before speaking. “Y-yes.”

You smiled as you began to unbutton his shirt, and once it was off, your hands started to roam over his muscular body. He let out a soft shudder as your hands moved lower.

Then you paused for a moment, looking at him with his eyes closed and his face turned to the side.

You let out a soft chuckle before your hand made its way up his neck to the side of his face, turning him toward you.

“Hey,” you whispered softly, as if it weren’t just the two of you. “I-Is this okay? I can stop if you want.” You worried that you were overwhelming him.

He shook his head, eyes still closed. “It’s…” he let out a soft sigh, “Good?” he asked as if it were a question.

You moved your hands back to his chest, balancing yourself. “Are you sure?” you asked, your fingers lightly tracing the lines of his chest.

With his eyes now open, he looked up at you. “It’s okay,” he said slowly, then smiled.

“It’s not too much for you?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

He shook his head lightly. “It’s… fine,” he said softly, as his hand traveled to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him as he brought you in for a kiss.

You smiled softly as his lips pressed gently against yours.

As you settled back onto him, your hands returned to roaming his body, as if you were making a mental note of every small detail.

As you moved lower you paused as your fingers reached the waist of his pants.

You looked back at him and asked, “Is this okay?” You said lightly, fluttering your eyes at him. He nodded, propping himself up on his elbows. Then he cleared his throat and stuttered, “Y-yes.”

You let out a small hum as you began to slowly unbutton his pants, looking back at him ever few seconds or so just to make sure he’s doing okay.

Your eyes slightly widened as you pulled his pants down. You always knew he was going to be big, but you swallowed softly as you got yourself ready.

You lightly pulled your dress up as you hovered over him, you looked at him one more time and asked, “Are you okay?” He nodded again, his eyes closed and turned to the side, looking flustered.

You slightly trembled as you sank into him, “F-fuck!” You groaned as your hands rested on his chest, using it to balance yourself once again.

Once you started to pick up the pace it felt good, it’s been too long since you last did this, you couldn’t stop yourself from moving your hips against his

When you looked down at the man under you he was a whimpering mess.

You slowed down your pace as one of your hands moved to his face, have him face you with his eyes still closed.

“H-hey..” you managed to croak out between moans “…Look at me…”

His eyes fell upon you as you nodded, and you continued, “I…” you huffed. “Want… you to feel g-good.”

He let out a loud groan as you felt him finished inside you.

Your thighs now trembling, you fell onto his chest let out a deep sigh.

His hands began to gently brush through your hair. He let out a soft huff before speaking quietly.

“T-thank… you.”

You lifted yourself from his chest to look at him.

“What? You don’t need to thank me for that,” you said with a soft smile. “I did it because I love you.”

He leaned in, closing the space between you with a kiss.

“I… love you,” he whispered against your lips.

You smiled, then got up and started cleaning him — and the mess you two had made.

When you made your way back to your car, you were met by a guard asleep in the back seat. You knocked softly on the window, and he jumped awake, looking half scared to death.

“You two took forever,” he grumbled, glancing at his watch. “We gotta go before the boss grills my ass.” He paused as his eyes landed on the man standing beside you.

“Jesus… Did you two have a food fight or something?”

You laughed softly as you slid into the car, reaching over to buckle the passenger seatbelt for him.

“Something like that.”

The guard blinked, then made a face.

“Dude. Gross.”

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A/N: RAHH TY FOR READING I HAD SM FUN WRITING THIS and than you for reading this i might write another part bc i love this man down n just want to baby him … yeah… anyways constructive criticism always always welcome (im just a yapper not a writer😭) now y’all can’t say i never post part twos 🙄 

[havikshoochiemama]

late night.

MR. TERRIFIC had yet another late night with the Justice Gang, flying into your shared apartment at the ungodly hour of 4 AM.

Despite setting down his things with the utmost care to avoid making noise, you stumbled out of the bedroom with a yawn. You obviously just rolled out of bed, throwing on the closest shirt over your undergarments.

"You're back," you smiled tiredly, blinking away the sleep to see him clearly. From the look on his face, you knew exactly what he was going to ask. "Don't start. I was already up."

"Mhm," he gave you a knowing smile, shaking his head. His voice was low and gritty from the long day, sluggishness evident in his tone. "I told you to stop waiting for me. It's not good for your health."

You rolled your eyes as you approached him, leaning over the kitchen island as he pulled off his gloves. "You coming straight to bed?"

"Mhm."

Your eyes flickered up to meet his, which were already trained on your figure. Heat dotted your cheeks as you matched his charming smile; conversation wasn't exactly required to catch up when you knew each other so well. It took a long time to get to this point, but it was worth it.

You rounded him, dragging your hand across the expanse of his back slowly, feeling the lettering of his alter ego underneath your fingers. Curling them around the edges of his jacket, you tugged twice. He got the idea and rolled his shoulders, shrugging it off.

You spared a glance to appreciate his skin-tight suit before turning your attention to the jacket. An idea popped up in your head and you slipped your arms through the sleeves, sighing contentedly at the rush of warmth over your skin and his smell flooding your senses.

You gingerly made your way over the cold tile to the long mirror propped up in the living room. The jacket hung heavy on your shoulders, the hem of it cutting off just under your underwear, and the sleeves spilled over your hands.

You turned, looking over your shoulder and catching the cursive TERRIFIC across your back. The heat on your face grew. His name looked good on you.

He stepped into frame with a gentle hand on your waist. His eyes traced the contours of your body in the mirror—meticulous, as usual. Over time, you got accustomed to his calculating stare and rarely shrink when he studied you.

"It suits you."

"Do I look terrific?" You teased, a sweet smile on your lips as you peered up at him.

He chuckled deeply, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Yeah, baby. Keep it." With a parting squeeze to the fat of your hip, he left for the bedroom.

You frowned, following him into the room. He was already turning on the shower when you entered. "You only have one, though?"

"Since when does that stop you from taking my stuff?" He countered.

True, you conceded. But, "I never take your hero stuff."

"I have replacements."

You stared at him for a moment, a grin spreading across your face. You crossed your arms, or at least tried to with the excess of fabric hanging off your limbs. "Why are you lying? I sleep right next to your closet, baby, you do not have another jacket." You giggled.

He leaned against the doorway of the bathroom, towering over you as he considered your words. "You think I can't get more? It looks good on you, so keep it."

"I—"

"You can keep arguing with me, beautiful, or you can take the win. Either way, it's already yours."

A retort was waiting on your tongue but you swallowed it down with a smile. A big smile. You pulled the jacket wings closer together, getting comfortable in your newest addition to your collection. "Mm," You hummed. "Fine. You win."

He rolled his eyes lightly, a cocky little smirk on his lips. "I always do." His fingers gently raised your chin to meet his lips, kissing you slowly. "I'm sorry it's always late like this," he murmured against your mouth.

Your arms circled his waist, pulling him closer. "As long as you're coming home, I don't care what time it is."

He hummed in acknowledgement as he captured your lips again, tilting his head to press deeper into you. His hands snaked under the jacket, then under your shirt to grasp at your skin and pull you closer. If the jacket was warm, his battle-worn hands were hotter. Your mind spun as you inhaled his scent with every breath, blissed out as he overpowered your space.

You didn't even realize you were moving; he was walking into you, guiding you back to bed.

The mattress hit the backs of your knees, causing you to drop onto your ass. You gazed up at him, half-asleep and half-drunk on the heat of him.

He smiled proudly at your dazed state before retreating back to the bathroom, turning off the lights. "Go to sleep."

first time writing for him, might be ooc but yeah i adore this man sm

[havikshoochiemama]

me w ultraman LMFAOOAAO

THIS

[havikshoochiemama]

need him BADLY

anytime, anywhere — mr terrific

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: didn’t know what to name this, but it’s just a quick sick fic (kinda!) with michael! this won’t be the last terriFIC. gender neutral reader. all fluff, no smut

Sunlight streamed in through your curtains, but you were feeling anything but chipper.  

You’d woken up to a stuffy, pounding head that had forced its way into your nostrils, clammy skin, and joints that ached if you dared try to move. You certainly weren’t a doctor, but you knew for a fact that it was the flu. Brilliant.   

There were mostly never a good time to be sick, but today was particularly bad. Your roommate was still out of town, and you were supposed to have a delivery today – one that annoyingly required face to face contact. With walking a couple of steps to switch on a fan proving a challenge, there was no choice but to try a desperate emergency contact. 

Sprawling across the bed to retrieve your phone from the nightstand, you blinked away your blurry eyes to make an oh-so important call. Ringing approximately three times, you squeezed your eyes shut once you heard the man pick up. 

“Speaking?” 

“…Michael?” 

“Yes…” his cool voice droned off. 

“Oh good…” you sighed in relief. “Listen, I know things are a bit weird between us but I really need someone to help me…Jay’s out of town and our new fridge is being delivered today but I’ve got the flu and I can’t get out of bed and I need someone to buzz them up because I’ll literally die if I try to —“ 

“You’re not dying.” The man cut you off, giving you a chance to take a much needed breath.  

“But I could pass out.” 

“You can’t reschedule the delivery?” 

“Please don’t make me go back and forth with you.” 

There was another silence, and you could’ve sworn that you heard Michael shaking his head. “Alright,” he murmured before hanging up the phone, leaving you to flop onto your back in relief.  

Michael wasn’t just any old friend. 

Michael Holt was a genius by day, and a genius superhero by night. Michael Holt (fka Mr Terrific) was also your genius superhero ex-boyfriend. Ex, solely because you decided you were far too pedantic about dating a superhero to have any kind of meaningful relationship – and he because he was still adjusting to balancing it all. In short, it was a classic case off too much, too soon. 

Groaning and clutching your head, you weren’t sure if your turmoil was due to the pathogens ravaging your body, or the fact that part of you was excited to see him.  

You dozed off, and soon enough you were awoken to the sound of the latch being undone, along with the pacing of boots alone the creaky floors. Still drowsy, you turned on your phone, trying to gather the time.  

With bated breath, a gloved finger wrapped around the edge of the door before Terrific poked his head in. He wore a stern expression as usual, and you watched as his eyes scanned the room as if there were some unknown threat. 

“Michael? You saved me…” you slurred, a dopey grin on your face as you did. 

“Mm-hm…” he briefly acknowledged before doing a double take. “What the hell is this?” 

You glanced over at your nightstand. 

“It’s a little remedy…” 

“Liquid Tylenol and Fanta over ice? What, are we into mixology now?” He chided. “That won’t help you. The sugar will only make you feel worse after you crash.” 

“Hey, I just asked you here to help bring my fridge in, not for a high school science class.” 

Terrific rolled his eyes. He leaned over to take the cup away from you, but as he did you were reminded of how pretty his brown eyes were, even when he was ‘mad’ at you. 

“Water will do you for now. Turn off that damn screen and get some rest.” 

You weren’t even using your phone. You’d just wanted to check the time. 

Pursing your lips, you slid the device into the top drawer of your dresser, giving him a pointed look as you did. You were adjusting yourself amongst the covers when you stopped to look up at him, cocking your head as you did. 

“I just realised I didn’t let you in…” 

Michael raised a brow, replying in his signature cool tone. 

“I got a key. Don’t worry about it.” 

/ 

You couldn’t pinpoint how long you’d slept, but you’d woken up to a new fridge, tucked in the corner of your kitchen. The sun was not yet setting, but from the open window there was a quiet buzz to the city around you which told you that it was sometime in the afternoon. 

Clutching a blanket around your body, you trudged the short distance into the kitchen, eyes adjusting to the light as you made out Terrific shuffling through the contents. His black, red and white jacket was draped over a chair, leaving his arms exposed. Somehow, he looked even more toned than he did when you were dating. 

“You should check this out more often,” he said, sending your arrival. “There’s a week old broccoli rotting in the back.” 

You glanced at the kitchen table. There was indeed a few unsavoury looking items. 

“Ugh, that’s Jay,” you sighed. “They’re always trying to ‘meal prep’- they never listen when I tell them to buy things they actually like. You’d think saving money would be enough a reason.” 

Though it was brief, Michael smirked. 

“You never used to be that disciplined.” 

“Yeah, well that’s what I get for dating you-“ you said with a snort before cutting yourself off. It’d been nine months; yet the wounds felt relatively fresh. Silently, you glanced at the floor before nodding at the new appliance. 

“Thank you…you didn’t have to sort it out, really-“ 

“Food would’ve spoiled,” he said casually. “Who knows how long you could’ve been out for?” 

“Let me help,” you perked up. “I can actually stand upright, so that’s a good sign…” 

“I’m done,” he announced, closing the doors. Lazily, he slung his jacket around his shoulders, and for the first time in forever you seemed to make genuine, palpable eye contact. “You need to eat.” 

“I’ll find something –“ 

“There’s tinned soup in the cupboard.” 

“Are you going to let me use the microwave or am I going to have to be spoon-feed too?” 

“You’re funny,” he replied, sass evident in his tone as he began to walk past you, back towards the front door. “But yeah, I’ll give you that.” 

You made a face, and the man chuckled, crinkles forming at the edge of his mouth as he did. 

“Off to do some superhero shit?”  

“Something like that.” 

You nodded and pursed your lips, briefly glancing to the floor before looking back up at him. Terrific was standing there, as cool as ever, staring back at you, to the point that you felt compelled to fill the silence. Like he was expecting you to say something important. 

Thank you, was all you could muster, and he replied with a small nod of his head a something you’d learnt was his way off accepting gratitude. 

“Don’t worry about it baby,” he said smoothly, fingers fiddling with the latch. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” 

Playfully, you bit your lip. 

“How do you know Jay won’t be back by then?” 

There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke, and if it wasn’t apparent already; it was painfully obvious to the both of you that you were very much still smitten with each other. 

“It don’t take a genius to know how to read a calendar.” 

[havikshoochiemama]

DAVID CORENSWET Behind the scenes of Superman (2025)

[havikshoochiemama]

MY SHAYLA🥹

he was staring at you. why the hell was he staring at you? those black lenses covering his eyes as he just stared. it would have been unnerving, if you didn't know the face beneath the mask.

you stood from your seat, ignoring your brothers monologue about superman. he really was obsessed.

as you walked over to him, your brother stopped talking. "don't," he said as you offered your hand to ultraman. "leave him, we've still got work to do."

ultraman was slow as he raised his hand to meet yours. he was gentle, gentler than you expected. but all he did was hold you hand. he didn't rise out of his seat to follow you.

"didn't you hear me? i said leave him," lex insisted.

you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "you've just had him beat the shit out of superman, lex! give him a break!" you insisted.

lex's expression hardened as he looked at you. "fine," he spat. maybe he realised it was easier to give you what you wanted, to keep you complacent than it was to fight and argue with you. if he had to keep you around, he was going to make his life easy. "bring him back in an hour."

your attention returned to him, to ultraman. "let's get you cleaned up," you whispered and pulled him to his feet.

he was so much stronger than you, he could have resisted, could have stayed sitting. but he willingly went with you. shoulders hunched, head bowed, he followed you through the halls of the luthorcorp building.

there wasn't much you could do to clean him up in the luthorcorp building. you couldn't soak his body and wipe the blood from all of his wounds. but you could clean up his face and his hands. you could push your hands through his hair and tell him he needed to get it trimmed.

(you would be the one to trim it, you knew. you'd said it so many times before. each time, you forgot the scissors)

he never said anything as you dabbed at his wounds. but his eyes were full of so much emotion. you wiped the dried blood from around his lip and combed your fingers through his hair. "I promise I'll cut it at some point," you mumbled.

he kept staring at you. not touching you, just sitting there. watching.

sighing, you put down the cloth. "you could leave, you know?" you said, blinking at him. "you could leave and lex couldn't stop you. you're so much stronger than him, you could walk out of here and he couldn’t do anything."

you knew he wouldn't respond. he would just stare at you.

but then, he shook his head. you tried to hide your gasp as you stepped towards him. "he treats you like shit," you mumbled as you pushed his hair away from his forehead. "you could get me out, too. we could help each out."

but you knew that wouldn’t happen. he was too loyal to your brother to leave. even if it was for his own good.

[havikshoochiemama]

i’m so

TYYY IM WORKING ON ONE RN … but my work is draining me from my true passion (write for this kitten whiskers)

Summary: You were hired by a private company to teach, simple as that. But you didn’t expect your student to be him. A man treated like an experiment. And you definitely didn’t expect something tender to bloom between you. [1.4k]

Pairing: Ultraman x Reader

Warnings: NONE!!! no pronouns used, just a tiny bit of angst bc i’m evil like that <3

A/N: BEAR WITH ME YALL!!! i just watched the movie n i was thinking of writing something and idk why out of ever character he’s the one i wrote for i dead ahh don’t know 😵‍💫 it’s so bad i had a dream about this and wrote it… i lowkey wanted to do guy but it’s cool … i’ll do him next hehe anyways!!! most of this im pulling out my ahh i tried to look up his character and was just showing me the comic so idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ don’t come for me but umm this is very self indulgent but i spent 4hrs writing this so uhh…ENJOY <<33

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You honestly hated your job.

The long hours, your boss—but the pay was good. Really good. And it came with perks.

One of them being the man that sat in front of you.

You never knew what made you so qualified for this job.

Before this you were just an elementary school teacher. You just figured it was because you were from a small town, and didn't have a family…it would have been easy to take care of you if you ever stepped out of line.

Honestly, you remember your first day like it was yesterday—because it was definitely a day you’d never forget.

As you approached him, you gave him a small smile. He quickly smiled back. As you got closer, he reached to touch you, as he always did, but you quickly whispered "Don't," tilting your head towards the guard.

It took him a second to realize what you meant. You always thought his confused face was the most adorable thing. Then it hit him. He quickly nodded, and gave you small thumbs up.

After saying your hellos, mostly you talking, which never bothered you, he listened. He always enjoyed the sound of your voice.

You pulled out a small packet from your bag before looking over at the guard clearing your throat.

“Do you mind?” you asked, pointing at the hand cuffs around his wrist.

The guard stepped forward and unlocked the cuff. You spoke again.

“Daniel, do you mind—” you paused, thinking carefully about what you were going to say, “You know how shy he is. Can you wait outside the door? I’ll let you know if I need anything.” then you flashed him a smile.

He groaned as he made his way to the door, letting out a scoff and mumbling, “Your funeral.”

Once the door was closed, and you were sure it was closed, you turned to him.

Before you could say anything, he quickly pulled you into a hug. A tight hug. A little shocked yourself, you let out a small yelp.

When he let you go, you immediately turned to his hand, rubbing the irritated area.

He was busy placing kisses along your neck and face.

“Does it hurt?” you ask. All he did was grunt back

You turned back to him, lightly grabbing his chin so he’d faced you.

“Use your words.”

His eyes closed for a moment before he spoke, very carefully and softly.

“N..no.”

A wide smile spread across your face as you cradled his cheeks in your hands, pulling him in for a kiss.

His lips were always so soft, soft enough to catch you off guard every time.

You knew what you were doing was wrong. If anyone ever caught you, you knew your job wouldn’t be the only thing that you’d lose.

You pulled away to catch your breath for a moment before slowly running your fingers through his long hair. Also, surprisingly soft.

You always felt a sense of relief just being around him. And that always made you feel even worse about your whole situation.

Then your attention fell back to his wrist.

Still confused, you lightly rubbed the irritated skin, genuinely concerned about what caused it. There wasn’t much that hurt him. Not much that left a scar.

Your face crinkled up, trying to make sense of it.

He lightly placed his head on your chest, as he so loved to do. You always thought it soothed him.

You let out a frustrated sigh, as you spoke softly—more to yourself than him.

“This isn’t from the hand cuffs…what is it from?”

You were so caught up in your own thoughts, you didn’t even hear him speak at first.

He let out a grunt before quickly correcting himself.

“Don’t,” he paused for a second as your hand drifted to the back of his head, brushing his hair. “Know.”

He always spoke slowly, but it never bothered you. Honestly, you found it really sweet—especially since you were the one who taught him how to speak.

“Did something happen?” you asked, still focus on his wrist.

He looked up at you before speaking, making that face again—it was so adorable, it always made your heart melt.

“He…” he started slowly. That’s what he always called your boss. “Umm,” he looked up to you like he expected you to read his mind. And sometimes, it felt like you could.

“He… test,” he said, sounding like he wasn’t sure himself. But you knew what he meant.

You always felt so bad about how he was just treated. Like a test subject. What made it even worse, you couldn’t do much to stop it.

All you could do was quietly whisper, “I’m sorry,” and pull him closer.

He looked up from your chest again, smiling big.

“It okay,” he paused again, he always did that , before continuing “You… make better.”

You smiled softly and gently corrected him “Make IT better,” you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face.

He quickly moved to comfort you in his own way, lifting his head from your chest before touching his wrist. “It okay,” he said, then wiped the tears off your cheek. “No…uhh… hurt.”

“I’m such a mess, i’m sorry,” you whispered, finally letting go of him and reaching for the packet.

“Are you ready for today’s lesson?”

He nodded, and the two of you made your way to the small table in the room. As he sat down, you pulled your chair closer.

“Do you remember where we left off?”

He nodded again, it all reminded you of your very first day with him.

You were so nervous. Looking back, it all sounded so sketchy…but you were glad you took the chance. Because of that, you got to meet him. It was bittersweet. But, you’d do it all over again, in a heartbeat.

“Very good. Now do you remember this one?” you asked, pointing to the letters on the sheet.

He began to read slowly. “Th..the. The sun.”

“It's okay, go slow. I’m not going anywhere,” you say softly, a gentle smile on your lips as your hand drifted to his thigh, your thumb moving in a slow, soothing motion.

But before he even opened his mouth again, you heard the door creak open.

And before you could even move your hand, the guard came back in.

“All right, lovebirds, wrap it up,” the guard said.

You quickly stiffened up, “I still have like an hour left?” you asked, face scrunching up in confusion.

The guard shrugged.“The boss wants to see him.” He turned around. “But… wrap it up, quickly.”

You smiled, before whispering, “Thank you, Daniel.” You just knew he was rolling his eyes.

Then you turned your attention back to him, seeing the puzzled look on his fave.

“Wrong?” he asked quietly.

You sighed. “No.” You brushed the hair from his face. “He wants to see you.”

He frowned before slowly getting up. “Bye…”

As he turned to go, you let out a pout.

“That’s no way of saying goodbye, is it?”

He paused for a moment to think, then quickly pulled you into a kiss. It wasn’t perfect. It was rushed and a little clumsy, but you didn’t mind. His hand found your jaw, fingers tightening like he was scared you’d pull away.

But you didn’t.

You kissed him back, it was warm, sloppy and a bit too desperate. And just as you were forgetting the world around you—

“Ahem.”

The guard’s cough snapped you out of it, dragging you back to your bitter reality.

Your hand lingering on his back a bit longer than it should have, Before he pulled away and walked off.

You whispered your goodbyes.

As the door shut behind him, the sadness crept in.

You let out a sigh, slowly pick up your things and making your way out.

-

When you got home, you opened the door to your apartment and sighed again, throwing yourself onto the couch and letting out an exhausted groan.

You looked around. It was nice, sure. But it’d be even nicer to share it with someone.

Your thoughts always drifted to him, whether you wanted them to or not.

He haunted your mind.

You wondered what he sounded like when he slept.

What his body would feel like under your hands.

You shoved your face into the pillow next to you and groaned softly.

You hadn’t even touched him… not really. Just kisses and touches that didn’t last long enough.

It was dangerous to think like this.

Even worse to want it.

But you did.

You stayed like that for a while, face buried in the pillow, wallowing in self-pity.

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A/N: ykw this is lowkey giving that one movie a the lady and the fish man😭 idk why that came to my mind i might watch it bc idk lmfao BUT TYYY FOR READING RAAAHHH !! i loved writing this sm mostly because of the dream i had shit was to good i had to write it down hehe but thank you for reading my word vomit <3 i wanna write a part 2 so freaking bad maybe i wont procrastinate like i do with everything (i have adhd leave me alone) but always open to constructive criticism im not even a writer fr 😫 just a yapper … and i know what ur thinking ‘peach thus just like ur david one’ okay.. and no one read ts anyways it be a shame to let it go to waste!!! anyways am i the only one that thinks of power rangers when i hear ultraman LMFAO this could have been and should have been longer i’m just lazy <33

[havikshoochiemama]

omg I loved your ultraman fic, I just want to hug him 😭 I saw you mentioned maybe writing a part 2 and I really hope you do because this was so good!

instead of finishing the part two i went to go watch superman for the 3rd time and im even more motivated

[havikshoochiemama]

i told someone i was working on another fic 😭….. this all i got LMFAOAOAO

[havikshoochiemama]

pls pls pls

Watched Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn and the first thing I did after I left the cinema was to search for Ultraman x Reader fanfics here

[havikshoochiemama]

show stealer!

[havikshoochiemama]

girl i'm so obsessed with that ultraman fic that you wrote, are you planning on writing a sequel to it? and if so is the second one gonna be more 😏 freaky

THANK YOU LMDAO i’m surprised anyone read it bc i thought i was the only one who thought he was fine 😭 BUT i will when i get home i have a few ideas hehe

[havikshoochiemama]

james gunn made a playlist for all the characters and the one he wrote for ultraman he said he wanted it put babyshark and the wiggles IM CRYINF 😭 i wasnt that off about his personality UGH THATS MY BABY FR IM WRITING MORE lord let me baby this man💔💔 (imma make a playlist hehe)

[havikshoochiemama]

Summary: You were hired by a private company to teach, simple as that. But you didn’t expect your student to be him. A man treated like an experiment. And you definitely didn’t expect something tender to bloom between you. [1.4k]

Pairing: Ultraman x Reader

Warnings: NONE!!! no pronouns used, just a tiny bit of angst bc i’m evil like that <3

A/N: BEAR WITH ME YALL!!! i just watched the movie n i was thinking of writing something and idk why out of ever character he’s the one i wrote for i dead ahh don’t know 😵‍💫 it’s so bad i had a dream about this and wrote it… i lowkey wanted to do guy but it’s cool … i’ll do him next hehe anyways!!! most of this im pulling out my ahh i tried to look up his character and was just showing me the comic so idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ don’t come for me but umm this is very self indulgent but i spent 4hrs writing this so uhh…ENJOY <<33

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You honestly hated your job.

The long hours, your boss—but the pay was good. Really good. And it came with perks.

One of them being the man that sat in front of you.

You never knew what made you so qualified for this job.

Before this you were just an elementary school teacher. You just figured it was because you were from a small town, and didn't have a family…it would have been easy to take care of you if you ever stepped out of line.

Honestly, you remember your first day like it was yesterday—because it was definitely a day you’d never forget.

As you approached him, you gave him a small smile. He quickly smiled back. As you got closer, he reached to touch you, as he always did, but you quickly whispered "Don't," tilting your head towards the guard.

It took him a second to realize what you meant. You always thought his confused face was the most adorable thing. Then it hit him. He quickly nodded, and gave you small thumbs up.

After saying your hellos, mostly you talking, which never bothered you, he listened. He always enjoyed the sound of your voice.

You pulled out a small packet from your bag before looking over at the guard clearing your throat.

“Do you mind?” you asked, pointing at the hand cuffs around his wrist.

The guard stepped forward and unlocked the cuff. You spoke again.

“Daniel, do you mind—” you paused, thinking carefully about what you were going to say, “You know how shy he is. Can you wait outside the door? I’ll let you know if I need anything.” then you flashed him a smile.

He groaned as he made his way to the door, letting out a scoff and mumbling, “Your funeral.”

Once the door was closed, and you were sure it was closed, you turned to him.

Before you could say anything, he quickly pulled you into a hug. A tight hug. A little shocked yourself, you let out a small yelp.

When he let you go, you immediately turned to his hand, rubbing the irritated area.

He was busy placing kisses along your neck and face.

“Does it hurt?” you ask. All he did was grunt back

You turned back to him, lightly grabbing his chin so he’d faced you.

“Use your words.”

His eyes closed for a moment before he spoke, very carefully and softly.

“N..no.”

A wide smile spread across your face as you cradled his cheeks in your hands, pulling him in for a kiss.

His lips were always so soft, soft enough to catch you off guard every time.

You knew what you were doing was wrong. If anyone ever caught you, you knew your job wouldn’t be the only thing that you’d lose.

You pulled away to catch your breath for a moment before slowly running your fingers through his long hair. Also, surprisingly soft.

You always felt a sense of relief just being around him. And that always made you feel even worse about your whole situation.

Then your attention fell back to his wrist.

Still confused, you lightly rubbed the irritated skin, genuinely concerned about what caused it. There wasn’t much that hurt him. Not much that left a scar.

Your face crinkled up, trying to make sense of it.

He lightly placed his head on your chest, as he so loved to do. You always thought it soothed him.

You let out a frustrated sigh, as you spoke softly—more to yourself than him.

“This isn’t from the hand cuffs…what is it from?”

You were so caught up in your own thoughts, you didn’t even hear him speak at first.

He let out a grunt before quickly correcting himself.

“Don’t,” he paused for a second as your hand drifted to the back of his head, brushing his hair. “Know.”

He always spoke slowly, but it never bothered you. Honestly, you found it really sweet—especially since you were the one who taught him how to speak.

“Did something happen?” you asked, still focus on his wrist.

He looked up at you before speaking, making that face again—it was so adorable, it always made your heart melt.

“He…” he started slowly. That’s what he always called your boss. “Umm,” he looked up to you like he expected you to read his mind. And sometimes, it felt like you could.

“He… test,” he said, sounding like he wasn’t sure himself. But you knew what he meant.

You always felt so bad about how he was just treated. Like a test subject. What made it even worse, you couldn’t do much to stop it.

All you could do was quietly whisper, “I’m sorry,” and pull him closer.

He looked up from your chest again, smiling big.

“It okay,” he paused again, he always did that , before continuing “You… make better.”

You smiled softly and gently corrected him “Make IT better,” you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face.

He quickly moved to comfort you in his own way, lifting his head from your chest before touching his wrist. “It okay,” he said, then wiped the tears off your cheek. “No…uhh… hurt.”

“I’m such a mess, i’m sorry,” you whispered, finally letting go of him and reaching for the packet.

“Are you ready for today’s lesson?”

He nodded, and the two of you made your way to the small table in the room. As he sat down, you pulled your chair closer.

“Do you remember where we left off?”

He nodded again, it all reminded you of your very first day with him.

You were so nervous. Looking back, it all sounded so sketchy…but you were glad you took the chance. Because of that, you got to meet him. It was bittersweet. But, you’d do it all over again, in a heartbeat.

“Very good. Now do you remember this one?” you asked, pointing to the letters on the sheet.

He began to read slowly. “Th..the. The sun.”

“It's okay, go slow. I’m not going anywhere,” you say softly, a gentle smile on your lips as your hand drifted to his thigh, your thumb moving in a slow, soothing motion.

But before he even opened his mouth again, you heard the door creak open.

And before you could even move your hand, the guard came back in.

“All right, lovebirds, wrap it up,” the guard said.

You quickly stiffened up, “I still have like an hour left?” you asked, face scrunching up in confusion.

The guard shrugged.“The boss wants to see him.” He turned around. “But… wrap it up, quickly.”

You smiled, before whispering, “Thank you, Daniel.” You just knew he was rolling his eyes.

Then you turned your attention back to him, seeing the puzzled look on his fave.

“Wrong?” he asked quietly.

You sighed. “No.” You brushed the hair from his face. “He wants to see you.”

He frowned before slowly getting up. “Bye…”

As he turned to go, you let out a pout.

“That’s no way of saying goodbye, is it?”

He paused for a moment to think, then quickly pulled you into a kiss. It wasn’t perfect. It was rushed and a little clumsy, but you didn’t mind. His hand found your jaw, fingers tightening like he was scared you’d pull away.

But you didn’t.

You kissed him back, it was warm, sloppy and a bit too desperate. And just as you were forgetting the world around you—

“Ahem.”

The guard’s cough snapped you out of it, dragging you back to your bitter reality.

Your hand lingering on his back a bit longer than it should have, Before he pulled away and walked off.

You whispered your goodbyes.

As the door shut behind him, the sadness crept in.

You let out a sigh, slowly pick up your things and making your way out.

-

When you got home, you opened the door to your apartment and sighed again, throwing yourself onto the couch and letting out an exhausted groan.

You looked around. It was nice, sure. But it’d be even nicer to share it with someone.

Your thoughts always drifted to him, whether you wanted them to or not.

He haunted your mind.

You wondered what he sounded like when he slept.

What his body would feel like under your hands.

You shoved your face into the pillow next to you and groaned softly.

You hadn’t even touched him… not really. Just kisses and touches that didn’t last long enough.

It was dangerous to think like this.

Even worse to want it.

But you did.

You stayed like that for a while, face buried in the pillow, wallowing in self-pity.

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A/N: ykw this is lowkey giving that one movie a the lady and the fish man😭 idk why that came to my mind i might watch it bc idk lmfao BUT TYYY FOR READING RAAAHHH !! i loved writing this sm mostly because of the dream i had shit was to good i had to write it down hehe but thank you for reading my word vomit <3 i wanna write a part 2 so freaking bad maybe i wont procrastinate like i do with everything (i have adhd leave me alone) but always open to constructive criticism im not even a writer fr 😫 just a yapper … and i know what ur thinking ‘peach thus just like ur david one’ okay.. and no one read ts anyways it be a shame to let it go to waste!!! anyways am i the only one that thinks of power rangers when i hear ultraman LMFAO this could have been and should have been longer i’m just lazy <33 PART TWO HERE!!!

[havikshoochiemama]

i just watched superman and i have an idea for a fic bare w me y’all 😛 lemme cook

[havikshoochiemama]

Okay so before I keep rewriting and reediting and going mental, I will just post it on here, knowing a lot of people like me are desperate for some Sparrow content. Dont worry, I got even more cooking, but I fear I need more time on my longer ones. Anyways, for now, enjoy some established relationship fluff (and ignore my rule bending for the apex games lore) ta taaaa

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Sparrow | Enea Davide Guarino x Reader - Spoil and Be Spoiled Wordcount: 2,4k Short summary: Enea loves spoiling his partner — and the feeling’s mutual. Here’s a peek into two moments where they take turns caring for each other, with plenty of softness, sass, and stolen kisses along the way. Warnings:NONE - Reader is a wee bit grumpy, Author has only vibes and maybe half a brain cell when it comes to Apex lore (especially the whole respawn mechanic—don’t @ me). So please suspend your disbelief, grab a snack, and embrace the cheese. We soft. We dramatic.

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You knew long before he even had the chance to say anything.

Though you were currently barred from participating in the Apex Games - your personal doctor refusing to clear you due to an injury - you still kept up with them. It felt natural to have the matches playing on a second monitor while you typed away at the endless stream of paperwork.

Thanks to that live feed, you got to watch - painfully and in crisp 4K - how Sparrow and his squad were eliminated in a frustrating, tilt-inducing fashion. You caught a glimpse of his face as he brushed past post-game interviews, and oh, he looked like a storm barely contained. Disappointed. Angry. Exhausted from giving his all and still coming up short.

The door hissed open just as the game highlights played on the aftershow - hosted, predictably, by some B-list commentators. Artemis was quick to move from her spot beside you, tail wagging as she padded over to greet her owner. You heard him speak softly to her in Italian - his voice gentler, but not as bright as usual. Even when talking to Artemis, you could tell: the loss was still weighing on him.

You didn’t move. You didn’t need to. He was sharp enough to know you were here.

Sure enough, it took barely ten seconds.

“Tesoro?” he called out.

You hummed in reply as he stepped fully into the room. His clothes looked rumpled, his hair a mess, and there were still a few faint stains on his skin - dust, sweat, maybe a little blood.

“Have you seen the- ”

“I have,” you interrupted, already closing your laptop and walking over to him. “They really had you in a bad spot. Nothing you, Newcastle, or Catalyst could’ve done.”

You could see how it gnawed at him - how much he hated that there was nothing more he could do. His jaw worked as he chewed at his lower lip, eyes flicking away from yours. You reached up and gently held his face, coaxing him to meet your gaze.

“There was nothing to be done. You came third. That’s still a solid standing, my little bird.”

He let out a huff but didn’t argue. He knew better by now.

“You’re too kind to me,” he murmured into your hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Too good.”

“This is just how I am. Now go...take off your gear and wash off the grime. I laid out your favorite sweats already.”

A crooked smile tugged at Enea’s lips as he watched you return to your desk. Bit by bit, he peeled away the day, setting aside his bow, his quiver, his gloves, his jacket - shedding Sparrow until only Enea remained. Eventually, he slipped into the bathroom to shower off the weight of defeat.

Just like you said, his favorite cat-patterned sweatpants and a soft shirt were already waiting on the edge of the sink, folded and ready. When he emerged, warm and clean, he was no longer the agile competitor - just Enea, wrapped in comfort, and home.

He could have never imagined a domesticity like this - coming home to be surprised by a partner who doted on him like he was something precious.

He knew you'd smack him if he ever dared say that out loud, especially if it came with one of his usual self-deprecating jabs. You didn’t tolerate that kind of talk - not from him.

Enea still wasn’t entirely sure how he’d managed to score someone like you: a respected Legend in the Games, and an even sweeter partner who listened to him like every word out of his mouth mattered. But one thing he was sure of? He appreciated you more than words could ever really say - especially when you did thoughtful things like laying out his casual clothes after a rough match.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, hair still damp, he realized your plans for the evening weren’t over yet. You hadn’t moved from your seat - still typing away on your laptop - but the table in front of the couch looked different. All his favorite snacks and drinks were neatly arranged there, and he was certain they hadn’t been there earlier.

Because of course, you’d thought of him. You always did.

Artemis still rested comfortably beside you, basking in the occasional absent-minded pet you gave her. When you finally glanced up from your screen, you smiled.

“I sure hope you didn’t think I’d just do the bare minimum,” you teased, watching as he made his way over and sank down beside you.

“All of this for me, amore?”

“All for you.”

You set your laptop aside and shifted your posture, just in time for Enea to lie down with his head in your lap. “I think I can die happy now,” he murmured, eyes fluttering closed.

“Sure,” you replied dryly, “and what about winning the Games and finally making your family love you again?”

Still with his eyes closed, he raised a hand and mimed a shushing motion.

Knowing exactly what was missing to complete the moment, you picked up the remote and queued up his beloved soap opera. As the dramatic opening theme began to play, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, combing through the dyed tips.

Artemis, ever the opportunist, took that moment to reposition herself, climbing onto Enea’s chest and curling up there with a pleased purr. He chuckled softly and let one hand drift to her side, carding through her fur as you continued to pet his hair.

And just like that, the weight of the day started to melt away.

As the soap opera’s characters launched into yet another dramatic shouting match, Enea surprised you by catching your hand in his.

“You do know how much I love and appreciate you, right?” he asked, voice soft. “Doing all of this for me... I wish I could sing your praises, but I fear my voice would give out.” He trailed off into Italian with a reverent murmur, “Mi dolce metà.” before turning your hand palm-up and pressing a tender kiss to it.

You watched him, expression flat. Mostly because your mouth was full of waffle you'd just stolen from the snack table.

“You’re missing the engagement fight, Enea.” you deadpanned.

“Ey, I’m being sweet and this is what I get? Che crudeltà!”

You laughed, letting him have his dramatic moment before answering. “It’s because I don’t need you to say it. I already know. And I know you’d do the same for me. So quit the yapping... and just let me adore you.”

He smiled - soft, real, a little stunned - and gave a small nod before turning his gaze back to the screen.

Under the flicker of the TV and the weight of Artemis still purring on his chest, he squeezed your hand once more and murmured, “Then I’ll consider myself the luckiest man alive.”

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It didn’t take long for Sparrow to return the favor of being spoiled - though not in the way either of you would’ve preferred.

Despite repeatedly downplaying your recovery and ignoring your doctor’s firm “no,” you reentered the Games anyway. And, well… hindsight was cruel.

Sparrow hadn’t even known you were hurt again until after his squad came out on top. He was still riding the high of victory when Octane rushed over, quick in his retelling. 

“Hermano, hey - just so you don’t freak or whatever - but Y/N got caught up in some mess.”

That stopped him cold.

“Fuse dropped his missile thing right into enemy cover - big boom, crazy fireworks, ten outta ten - but the platform Y/N was on? Not exactly up to code anymore. Whole thing gave out under 'em.”

Sparrow’s heart started racing. “Are they - ?”

“Not dead!” Octane added quickly, seeing the panic flare behind his goggles, “Nothing life-threatening! Rescue crew got there fast. Broken leg, sprained wrist, lil’ bruised ego - todo bien!”

Sparrow didn’t respond. That didn’t sound “all good” to anyone, especially not to him, but then again, measuring severity by Octane standards was a dangerous game.

“They’re not gonna be happy about this,” he muttered.

“Nope! They hate being sidelined.” Octane bounced in place like he’d mainlined three energy drinks. Which, knowing him, he probably had. “Anyway - I did my job! Now I gotta go do a flaming trident stunt live. ¡Vamos! AHAHA - ”

And just like that, he was gone, a blur of motion and dust in his wake.

Sparrow shook his head and pushed into the medbay, hoping for the best and bracing for the worst. Fortunately - or unfortunately - you were already there. In a wheelchair. Right leg in a full cast, left wrist bandaged and resting on a cold pack, with other spots of damage scattered like bruised paint across your arms and neck.

He would have worried more if not for the signature scowl on your face as your doctor scolded you with the patience of someone who had clearly reached the end of their rope.

“I told you not to reenter the Games yet!”

“And I got bombed standing on bad scaffolding, cleared or not, that would’ve happened anyway,” you snapped back, irritation practically radiating off you - until you finally spotted him.

Your expression faltered. Not softened, exactly, but flickered with something warmer.

The doctor sighed and looked at Sparrow like he was a godsend and a nuisance all at once. “Take them. I’m done arguing for today.”

“Will do!” he chirped, already making his way to your side. He gently took the wheelchair handles and began wheeling you out, careful not to jostle you too much.

You stayed quiet, but he could feel the storm brewing in your silence.

“Does it hurt, tesoro?” he asked softly.

“Physically? Yeah, a bit. But mostly?” You exhaled sharply through your nose. “My pride’s in absolute shambles.”

He chuckled, pushing open the door with his hip. “Yeah, I figured.”

There was a pause.

“…They didn’t even let me finish the match.”

He grinned. “Tragic. We’ll add it to the long list of crimes against your honor.”

You let out a weak laugh, and for now, that was enough. He'd get you food later. Maybe a trophy that said "Best at Almost Dying Dramatically."

You’d hate it and secretly treasure it in the same breath.

Back at home, Enea insisted on carrying you - bridal style, no arguments. You'd barely gotten a word in before you were already swept up into his arms, wheelchair abandoned at the front door like an afterthought.

"You're ridiculous," you muttered into his shoulder.

"You're injured," he countered. "Let me be ridiculous."

He was unusually quiet as he moved through the apartment, as if each step needed care to balance the gravity in his chest. Guilt, worry, relief - they all played silently across his features.

He laid you gently down on the bed and immediately got to work.

Blankets - your favorite, of course. Pillows fluffed. Game consoles brought to you. Snacks lined up neatly on the side table like offerings to royalty. A straw in your drink so you didn’t have to move yourself too much. He even remembered to grab that ridiculous cat-shaped plush he gifted to you back when you first started seeing each other. (He calls it Artemis less demanding cousin)

You watched him bustle around, brows raised.

“…You don’t have to do all this.”

Enea just looked at you like you’d suggested the sky didn’t need to be blue.

“You did it for me,” he said, placing a kiss on your temple as he tucked the blanket around you. “Let me do it for you.”

Then he disappeared into the kitchen, rifling through the cupboards, taking mental stock of what you had and what he could turn into something comforting. You could hear him moving around, humming quietly to himself, the soft clatter of pans and the occasional muttered, “Dove cavolo hai messo il sale…”

It took a while, but eventually, he returned with a warm plate of pasta - steaming, rich with sauce, and smelling like something pulled from a cozy trattoria rather than your modest kitchen. He placed it in front of you with a little flourish, proud as ever.

“Et voilà!” he beamed. “Made with love…and slight panic.”

You took one bite and groaned.

Of course, it was perfect. Perfectly seasoned, the pasta al dente, the sauce a perfect balance of comfort and richness. You looked up at him, incredulous.

“Okay, what the hell. How are you this good at everything?”

He grinned, already sliding onto the couch beside you. “Nonna made me learn all the family recipes until I could cook them blindfolded. Said I’d never seduce anyone with my looks alone.”

You raised a brow. “She was wrong.”

“Grazie, amore,” he said with a wink, stealing a forkful off your plate even though he’d already made a bowl for himself.

You let him, of course. He’d earned it.

You two ate and he kept pressing teasing kisses to your cheek and dramatic sighs about your “terrible taste in structural integrity.” You rolled your eyes, but let him do, you knew there was no real way of stopping him.

Later, as the soap opera he'd preemptively queued up began to play, he settled down beside you - careful, but close. His arm found its way around your shoulders while your head leaned against his chest. His fingers slipped easily into your hair, stroking in gentle patterns.

“You’re spoiling me,” you murmured sleepily.

“I plan to do much worse once you’re healed,” he teased, voice low and fond. “But for now, this is just penance.”

“Penance?”

“For back when you doted on me, after my tragic third place.”

You turned your face into his neck, pressing a kiss against his pulse. “As if you'd need to repent for that.”

Sparrow leaned down and whispered against your skin:

“Mi cuore. You don’t ever have to lift a finger. Not while I’m here.”

And true to his word, he stayed beside you the whole night—fussing over your comfort like it was his full-time job, stealing kisses between fluffing your pillows, and loving every second of it.

That is, until morning came and he bolted upright with a gasp, suddenly remembering Artemis.

“Oh no, she's gonna turn my coffee table into mulch if I don't feed her, subito!”

He kissed your forehead in a flurry and sprinted out the door like his life depended on it, leaving behind a warm blanket where he’d been, and the lingering scent of his cologne.

Even in his absence, it still felt like he was doting on you. And you knew he would soon return, unable to stay away for long.

[havikshoochiemama]

‘you put that cig out, you can hold her’