#it was nice to work on something with these boys again

[rainyhideoutnight]

the new pic of nat’s mugshot has me feral but post crash!butch!natalie scatorccio x housewife!reader

GOD that picture....... i need to be sedated

domestic life with butch nat. pure fluff.

𐙚 she buys a little apartment for you two with the settlement money. it's not luxurious but rather cozy. she lets you stay home while she goes to work, letting you continue with your studies (if you do so).

𐙚 you, in exchange, try to be the perfect housewife for her, even if she never asked you to.

𐙚 if you weren't a good cook before, you definitely are now. you watch tons of youtube videos and read cookbooks just so you can surprise natalie with something new everyday, and oh boy does she love the food you make.

𐙚 imagine packing her lunch for work <333 you wake up early before her to cook something nice for her, making something different every day. her coworkers look at her a little perplexed when the girl who's so quiet and intimidating at work pulls out a pink lunchbox full of stickers from her bag, along with a note from you. she doesn't care at all, in fact, she's reminded of you all over again. and of course, you cut up her fruit in heart shapes.

𐙚 if she has an important meeting, you learn to tie the tie of her suit just so she doesn't have to. she's looking at you with the goofiest lovesick eyes in the world, as you bite your lip in concentration. after you get it perfect, she cups your cheek with one hand and presses a long kiss on your lips, thanking you before grabbing her bag. oh, and she doesn't leave without smacking your ass playfully just to see you blush.

𐙚 talking about her clothes: you'd never let her leave the house with her clothes wrinkled. you'd iron them for her every night so she can put them on the next morning. "you really don't have to – nobody cares if my clothes are a bit wrinkled" "i care". even if you scold her, she deeply appreciates your concern for her to look neat every day.

𐙚 nat even teaches you how to drive. she's so patient and so loving, praising you with every little step you make, that it isn't a surprise you learn in no time. even when you got frustrated and wanted to quit, she told you that "it's okay, we can try another day". of course, you still prefer to be the passenger princess, but now you can drive yourself to your little activities and meetings with friends when she's out to work. she'd never like to see you relying on her 100%, in fact, she loves to see you being independent.

𐙚 she never, never takes home her frustration from work. she may have some bad days, but she always leaves her problems at work and doesn't take them out on you. her mood brightens up immediately when you open the door for her with a big smile and a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. but if she had a really bad day, you'd run her a bath, then buy some ice cream, put her favorite movie and cuddle on the couch while you both eat. she visibly relaxes after a while, and wraps her arm around your waist, resting her cheek on your shoulder. "thank you, princess. i love you." before pressing a kiss on top of your head.

𐙚 and if she wanted to invite some coworkers over? oh, you're going all out. you make sure the house is sparkly clean, and even make some delicious food for everyone. even if you get extremely tired after, seeing nat happy makes it all worthy (and of course, all her coworkers praise you for the incredible food). the next day when she comes back from work, she gives you a big bouquet of flowers, as a thank you.

𐙚 if you had a kid, she knows exactly what time nat arrives home (she's forever a girl mom in my eyes). she'd be sitting on the porch or on the sidewalk 20 minutes before she gets home, excited to see her mom. but as soon as she sees the car turning the street she runs towards it before nat can pull up home, shouting "mama! mama!" with a big smile on her face. nat has to stop the car half a block away from your house to pick her up in her arms and walk the rest of the way, as she talks her ear off.

a/n. my first request <3 thank u anon i hope u enjoy it!! mwah

[ippilulu]

To Be Seen - a Caleb drabble

a/n: Just me thinking about how at the end of the day, Caleb was just human. A little boy who voluntarily took on the weight of his world. Always the one being depended on, never the one who would depend on another. What does he do with all the feelings that he never lets see the light of day?

Caleb was familiar with resentment. For someone who banished it as soon as even the very thought of it entered his head, he was unwillingly quite familiar with it. Because in the end, his gravity evol didn't work inside him, unfortunately. It didn't let him erase all of those uncomfortable truths into a black hole.

It was always "Caleb, do this for me.", "Caleb, I want that!", "You're such a good brother, Caleb.", "Please, you're the only one who can!" Smile after smile after smile, an easy, effortless nod- a "Sure, why not?" following right after.

He's not complaining, of course. This was all his fault- he was the one insecure enough to let people pull him in all the directions they were going, losing parts of him as they did. How could he blame them for something he was so careful they wouldn't see?

He always wanted people to see the Caleb who smiled like he had all the answers in the world. Not the one broken by it. Not the one holding the weight of it, trying to hold onto her- his world.

After all, nobody would want Caleb the troublemaker, Caleb the whiner, Caleb the child. He'd buried those versions of him long ago when he'd vowed to become her shield, and he never regretted it once. If he could, he'd do it again. It was all for her. But some days... some days it got too much to keep hidden even from himself.

"...Caleb? You alright?" He shook his head, an instant smile appearing on his face. "Hey pipsqueak. Remembered I exist today, did you?" She rolled her eyes and hit him on the head. "You dummy, stop trying to hide it from me. What's wrong?"

The glimmer of worry in her eyes felt like a personal failure. How dare she ever have to worry about anything?, when he was still around?

But before he could deny it, she hugged him, leaning into the side of his hair. Her soft breathing fluttered some of the longer strands on top.

"What happened, Caleb?" He powers down his megawatt smile- there was no point to it anymore.

Caleb sighed. Hesitated. Planned out what to say. "... I... I don't know. I'm just..." Her hands gently scratched his scalp, and he huffed in laughter as he realised she was treating him like a cat.

"Caleb, could you run and get me some cinnamon?" She was staring at him so she immediately noticed the brief glimpse into his real feelings. "Sure, grand-" "Grandma, let me! I need to run a bit-getting really antsy stuck inside all day." The old voice resounded from the kitchen. "Sure, dear."

"Pip... What are you doing?" She got up, patting her muscles proudly. "These are gonna help me take real good care of you today."

Caleb flustered slightly, hiding it in another moment. "Woah there. You've gained what, and already showing off, huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, to which she rolled her own eyes and pat his head. "Get some rest, Caleb. You're exhausted." He shook his head, smiling again. "Nope! Slept a full five hours yesterday, so I'm all ready to go." She raised her eyebrows briefly, but shook her head.

"I'm not talking about now."

Oh.

Something within him loosened, just a bit. It felt so nice to be seen.

Reminder to everyone who reads this that you all deserve someone who sees you, and acknowledges every part of you. Don't bottle up those negative feelings in fear of pushing people away. I'm in the same boat, and it sucks. It's scary to even think about anything else, I know, but we can do this together 🫂 I'll be rooting for you!

[one-green-frog]

NO BBECAUSE I WAS WRITING A REQUEST AND MY PHONE WENT OFF SO I DIDN'T KNOW IF IT ARRIVED TO YOU, (it it arrived then I'll change the plot) anyways, I'll try and send it again, Jason todd x Male reader who's (you choose) best friend's , jason doesn't like the reader much, so he decides to know him better by coming like red hood in his apartment early in the morning, he pretty much interrogates the boy who's not taking it all seriously. They get closer, the family notices Jason being more friendly, maybe because of someon, and tease him to take over for dinner the special person. THANKS FOR EVERYTHING 😼

Here At Midnight

The first time Jason saw you, he was angry. And not the kind of annoyed angry either, no, he was angry angry. There was something about you that just didn't sit right with him. To him, you weren't the friendly, charming person everyone else was so eager to want to believe you were. Dick had brought you in as his friend, new instructor at the gymnastics center where he worked. "Great with kids," he'd said. "Same sense of humor, really easy to get along with. Just a really nice person."

But Jason wasn't convinced.

There was something… off. Something in your smile that made his stomach turn. It wasn't jealousy, per se. Jason knew that something was off, he had this feeling in his chest He just knew there was more to you than you let on.

So he did what any good brother would do: he started to stalk you.

It wasn't a great plan, Jason never really had great plans, to be truthful, but it was good enough. A bit over-the-top in hindsight, maybe, but reasonable by his measures. He figured he'd just drop by, check to see if you'd made an error, find something out. And so Red Hood paid you a visit one night. Your apartment complex was in the bad side of town, which, to Jason, was reason #48 to be suspicious. Breaking in was a cakewalk, the window was not even locked. Sloppy.

And this is how you caught him, fully dressed up, armed, and fuming, in your living room/kitchen combination like he owned this place.

You were startled, sure. But not scared. Just confused. In all honesty, you genuinely had no idea what you could have done to make Red Hood appear in your apartment. You didn't sell drug, hadn't recently murdered anyone, weren't embezzling from crime families (as far as you knew), and generally kept your head down. Maybe you were losing your mind, maybe it was a dream, or maybe Gotham was just Gotham-ing that day.

You'd woken up in the dead of night craving a snack, cereal, hot chocolate, you hadn't decided yet, only to walk into your kitchen and find one of Gotham's most feared vigilantes standing next to the kitchen table

You didn't scream. You didn't lose it. You just stared at him, grabbed a bowl, and started filling it with your cereal. Because what the heck else were you going to do?

Jason didn't know what to do with that. Really, to say that he was surprised that you did not cower in fear would be the understatement of the year. You stared him down, then just kept on going about your business as if this were a normal Tuesday. He figured maybe you were pretending trying to keep calm.

But still, it really infuriated him.

He tried to rattle you. He was standing there with the gun, delivered a monologue of how he would be watching you, how you better sleep with your eye open, how you were on his radar. Your response? Slow blink and chewing your soggy cereal.

"'It's just suspicious how someone living around here just becomes best buds one day with one of Gotham's richest guys," he'd said, as if reasoning his home invasion would make it any better.

Your stone expression "Type shit." put the nails in the coffin.

He left. Irritated. Confused. Angry. He reminded himself that you were playing games, pretending, lying to your real self. So he did what he said he would do: he watched you. Day and night. He watched your movements, your habits, your friends. He kept an eye on your flat from a distance, followed you when you came home from work, even broke into your flat a few more times when you were out.

He was looking for filth. Something illegal. Anything.

But you? You were boring. The most illegal thing he ever caught you doing was stealing a $20 bill on the street. And even he had had to admit he'd do the same.

Still, the drop-ins persisted. Midnight visits became standard. At first, they were filled with threats and and warnings. But over time, they changed. Jason spoke more, about his day, the idiots he had to deal with, the criminals he beat up, the whole circus Gotham still was. Somewhere between the late-night complaints and the bubbly hanging out on your kitchen countertop while you toasted bread, something shifted.

You didn't even have to try hard. You just… treated him like a human being. Not like a time bomb, not like Gotham's boogeyman, not even like Dick's angry brother. Just a guy. A guy who was often irritated, sometimes lonely, and always tired. You made him feel safe.

And soon enough, his family also noticed his behavior.

The change was subtle, but real. Jason, typically described as feral or angry, trigger-happy was calm Maybe not sunshine-and-rainbows, but less angry. Smiling. Speaking more. Hanging around at the Manor. Almost having a genuine conversation with Bruce. The others were stunned. This wasn't the Jason they knew. This Jason seemed as if he could breathe again.

So naturally, they just couldn't wait to taunt him the absolute shit out of it.

"You have a boyfriend? That's kinda gay, bro."

It was non-stop. No peace. Tim, Steph, and even Damian loved it. But there was real support behind the teasing though. They could tell the difference you made, and they wanted to meet the guy who made it. So they invited you over for dinner.

Jason was mortified at first. But he agreed for you.

You were a bit nervous, understandably. You were meeting your friend's brother, a infamous crime lord, the family was made up of detectives and vigilantes who could sniff out lies at a mile radius. Even if Jason said that he didn't particularly care for them, you saw it in his eyes that he still wanted their acknowledgement. He cared, even if he didn't admit it, and that made you want to try it. To be liked. To be accepted, even a little bit.

Dinner was... insane.

The shovel talk was really a just a death threat to your life by Damian (naturally). Bruce tried to talk to you but was repeatedly interrupted by his own children. Everyone talked over everyone. There were way too many in-jokes and arguments about the Batmobile. Chaos, plain and simple. But you stood your ground. And better yet, Jason looked at you like you hung the stars.

That night, on the way home, he vowed next time would be better. You didn't even care, because to you, it was perfect in its own imperfect way.

And when he came back to the Manor, saw his siblings' teasing smiles and Bruce's nodding, knowing approval, he knew he'd made the right choice.

He chose you. And for the first time in years, he felt like maybe, possibly, he might have something good.

I am so sorry this took so long😭😭😭 i hope you still enjoy it and thank you for requesting

[666thtoolofhell]

That Kingdon slow burn is coming 😭😭😭 all I think it’ll take for Patrick and Taylor to get on board is Langdon separating or divorcing cause wdym Taylor says she thinks Mel will probably be one of the only people not judging him 😭

I just listened to the whole interview and here are some bits that weren't transcribed to the written version:

The reaching up and tapping of the door header on their way to STEMI wasn't in the script - it was all Patrick and Taylor. Patrick would always do it and Taylor thought it was funny and "boy-ish" and copied him to tease him. She didn't even think they'd keep it in the actual episode.

Apparently all the staff will be behaving as if nothing out of the ordinary happened and one of them isn't suddenly not there anymore, just going about things as normal without even touching the subject and sidestepping the Langdon-shaped hole in the room, and Mel will be surprised at not seeing him and then very confused about the whole thing. (Until the reason why is eventually explained to her, I assume. Since she won't be judging him upon his return she'll have to be in the know regarding the basics by then, no?)

Mel will be genuinely excited when Langdon comes back next season, very much like she was when she saw him again after he'd been - unbeknownst to her - fired and away from the ED for a short while. (Imagine if the joy and enthusiasm were to be proportional? If she was that elated after he'd been gone for an hour, how would she react after ten months? Fic writers, you know what to do.)

That man needs to be at the very least separated and in talks of divorce if not already signing those papers by July 4th. We won't survive the slowly burning colleagues to friends to lovers wrapped in soulmatism these two are bringing to the table. [wishful thinking]

I have no real expectations except for the powers that be to continue to focus - as much as possible with the time allotted to them as characters and as a duo - on their wonderful bond and dynamic, still partnering them up for cases as well as for breaks and significant downtime moments, letting their wholesome relationship progress further, growing and flourishing as naturally as it did during the first season.

Since Langdon is going to return fully believing he's failed her and that he's no longer deserving of her trust I foresee Mel disabusing him of that silly notion so thoroughly and so fast he won't know what hit him. Mel treating him the same, without disappointment or betrayal or pity in her eyes, still wanting to work closely with and learn from him? Being supportive and there if and when he needs someone? Just being unapologetically herself in all the ways that immediately drew him to her in the first place? That is going to be a huge help and relief for him, I think, and ease his reintegration into their workplace and team if only a little bit.

I'm hoping their friendship solidifies as something that isn't exclusive to the hospital and that we'll get a teeny tiny blink-and-you'll-miss-it hint that it'll extend into their personal lives. Something like Mel telling Langdon more about Becca and their parents; or him telling her about Abby, the dog, the kids. Sharing and commiserating. Getting to know each other better. Finding only acceptance and understanding. That'd be nice.

Baby steps.

[bwobgames]

She decides to hang out with a friend!

Which is. A bit of a shame since everyone seems to be somewhere else.

Which is why, the wonders of technology!

She looks at her phone and sees a clear lack of signal. So that’s how it is huh.

But, she also sees some unread notifications from a dear friend.

She puts the phone close to her ear and hears the first of multiple voice messages.

“Hey girl! How are things going? Please tell me if the train is any good I’m dying for a quick escapade. If I hear anyone else try to explain to me how the stock market works, I’m going to be on the news.”

“Is my baby okay? Did he shave that awful moustache? Please say yes.”

It’s Eva! Her friend from work!

A fellow young mind wanting to live it up in the world of business, although unlike Mari, she had some family capital with her already.

Probably why she always managed to stay cheery even while taking difficult business decisions.

Before Nina stepped in, Eva was her one ally in the rough path of maternity, picked up the slack when Eugene got bored of taking care of his pregnant wife, as he does. Although due to her international responsibilities, she wasn’t available as much as she wanted.

Until Eva suddenly showed up with a baby of her own.

They made a glorious system. When Eva had to travel, Mari and Nina would take care of Owen. And when Mari and Nina were too overwhelmed by work, Eva would look after them.

And of course, they all got to have play dates together!

She’s a bit envious on how easy Eva could take care of 3 children. The second Nina was out of the picture Marigold started to struggle.

It seems that pure unfiltered love is not enough to stop children from chewing cables.

It takes a village, truly.

Of course, someone of Eva’s calibre could’ve just paid a nanny, but she wanted Owen to grow in an environment full of friends.

And when he already got those friends, boarding school it is. A boarding school the three of them got exact knowledge on who the teachers, the directors and even the janitors are.

At this point, those kids have 3 moms now.

“By the way, tell Nina her cake recipe is a godsend. I fought myself not to eat more than one piece of it and I lost. That wife of yours is gonna give me diabetes!”

For a long time, Eva thought Mari and Nina were already married. Which made for a very interesting situation when she finally saw Eugene at the house.

She called the cops.

Eva doesn’t know what happened at the mansion.

And if it were for Mari, it would stay that way.

Owen himself might tell her someday, but secretly, she hopes he doesn’t.

Eva already lost her husband; she doesn’t need to know her son died too.

Died under Marigold’s supposed watch…

She lied to her. She said she doesn’t know where Owen’s sudden aggravation of his storm fear came from. She said she can trust her with her son.

She refuses to break that promise again.

“Also, also, did Vivi go or not? If she did tell her I said hiiiii! If she didn’t tell her I said byeee! Oh, the two lovely boys as well!”

Ángel got along with her, he even played matchmaker with a friend of his! That cheeky little man.

“Bring me something yummy! Bring cheese! And meat! And many many drinks because I have gathered so much gossip you wouldn’t believe!”

She needs that information now.

“Alright I’ll leave you be, I’ll be watching your stocks from the sidelines, don’t worry. And! I booked a trip for the telescopes I was telling you about! This time I will not be stopped by sudden emergencies I swear! We will have a fun star gazing bonanza I swear!!”

“Okay byeeeee! buy me something nice, eat well, don’t let Owen convince you I allowed him to drink, don’t attack people and relax for once!!”

She’ll try.

But first, time to respond

“I need that information. I’ll get any and all drinks necessary, I need it. And I’ll be holding onto that promise, I want some stars!”

“Also, the TV show you recommended? I watched it all in 3 days. Amazing. The second I get signal and a private room I need to discuss it with you, or I’ll explode”

“Currently Owen still has that moustache and I’m afraid his mind is not going to change anytime soon. My condolences.”

“Everyone says hi and they miss you! If they don’t say it, I’ll make them.”

And for a final message, something important.

“That is all, I’ll call you later!”

It’s always nice to catch up with friends, even with both of them being busy working women, they always find time for a tea break.

Which sounds like a great idea right now! Relaxing tea adventure!

Until a pink haired creature finds her.

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[penguin-stars]

⚠️Spoilers for chapters 195+

On a scale of one to ten, how good was your intervention to improve KSE's mental health?

"Good" Friend Brown: *Did his job as an emotional support bunny* 9/10 - Who would've thought that Soleum would rely on a ghost story entity to get him through other ghost stories? They had great chemistry, just talking to him was a huge help for Soleum. And the good friend did his best to be there for him. Not 10/10 because he never told him about his corruption or BSH's antics.

Lee Jaheon: *Threw him into therapy* 10/10 - Very nice of him actually, KSE was practically kicking and screaming during the process, but in the end, he really needed that intervention. Thanks, chief.

Brown: *Kidnapped Invited him to his Talk Show* 5/10 - He thought he was doing Soleum a favor, can you really blame him? They were having fun at the Talk Show! Soleum got contaminated pretty badly and lost all of his points at Daydream, tho. Kinda of an asshole move in the grand scheme of things, but he went in with the best intentions for his friend, so he gets a semi-pass.

D- Squad: *Helped him out of the Talk Show* 8/10 - There wasn't much that they could do, but they still got together and helped him notice his contamination. Wholesome much, D-Squad always got each other's backs despite being disbanded already. Also, the alien body possession was funny.

Brown: *Helped him out during the Taxi anomaly* 7/10 - Soleum freaked out a little when he heard him. But it was nice of him to arrange his meeting with J3. Well done, friend.

Lee Jaheon: *Broke into his room to warn him about his contamination* 6/10 - Don't you love it when you get home after a long day at work and a lizard man is waiting for you in the living room? I know I would A bit of a weird move, and he gets deductions for getting KSE into a huge debt with the Space Shopping Mall, but capitalism works the same way here and in the rest of the Galaxy, apparently. He also nudged KSE to burn the "good" friend after he re-summoned him, and honestly, I wish he had taken that advice. Thanks again, chief(s).

Brown: *Offered to help him at the festival, and once again at prison* 1/10 - A bit late for that, ain't it? You're losing the race, 친구.

Hyeonmu Team + Eun Haje: *Rescued him from the festival* 10/10 - When Soleum needed them the most, Hyeonmu Team stepped up with an exorcism sequence worthy of a shonen manga. Eun Haje really said "Fuck this mission, Soleum is more important" KSE was at his lowest, and this really helped him look forward to his future once again. Great work, team!

Agent Choi: *Threw him into prison* 0/10 - WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

Agent Bronze: *Took the role of an interrogator* 15/10 - He did his best. He really did. He helped to make Soleum more comfortable in a process that was heading into torture territory. Had a nice dinner and a heart-to-heart with him. Lowkey became the person who got closest to understanding him. Also, mediated between Soleum and Choi, truly middle child behaviour. Too bad his best wasn't enough to deter Soleum from leaving the Bureau. He still gets the highest score for the effort. Everyone, give it up for Ryu Jaekwan.

Special Mentions J3: 🐺/10 - He still hasn't had his big moment yet, but you can tell that he would do whatever he could to help Soleum. Who's a good boy? Go Youngeun: 🐐/10. - She's a good, level-headed companion that Soleum can talk to. No matter the occasion, he can count on her as the sanest, most composed person in the room. Unless Baek Saheon is involved, and now Soleum has to stop them from throwing hands. Blue Dragon: 💙/10 - Not sure if his affection is good for KSE's mental health, but we know that he cares for him. Give him a chance, Soleum. Baek Saheon: 3/10 - Honestly, I think Soleum enjoys messing with him. Like the equivalent of squeezing a stress ball. That's gotta count for something, right? Director Ho: -100/10 - Lmao

Overall Winner: Lee Jaheon. When life's rough, remember that a lizard is looking out for you.

Winner in my heart: Ryu Jaekwan. Dear Ireum-nim, take all his suffering and give it to Agent Choi.

[lvsjuno]

( DRA. DOLITTLE ) ▬ Jason Todd!

request: can i ask for a Jason Todd x fem!reader? Where the reader is an absolute sweetheart and adores animals but can kick ass when required. (it would be nice if the reader was a civilian)

Jason todd x fem!reader

note: I'm pretty out of practice, so sorry if it's not what you expected, I need to get back into the swing of things. :)

open request ☆ masterlist

Since you were little, you'd had a special connection with animals. While other children had fun playing with their toys, she spent hours in the garden watching birds, petting the neighbor's cats, or chasing butterflies with a calmness and patience that only someone with her peaceful soul could possess.

As a child, you'd often be yelled at by your family for your respect and love for all animals. I mean, what's so wrong with bringing a toad or a skunk into the house? They're perfectly harmless animals, in your opinion, but not for your family.

You remember with a smile the horrified expressions on your parents' faces when they found creatures of all kinds in the dining room, the bathroom, or even in your bed. You explained with the same seriousness that if they didn't let them in, the animals would have nowhere to go. But your parents, with typical adult concern, didn't share your perspective. Then came your threats: "If you don't let them in, I'll sleep in the garden with them." (Spoiler: you ended up sleeping in the garden... but not with the animals.)

However, that connection with animals never faded. As you grew older, you continued to seek out various opportunities to pursue this vocation. You soon found yourself working in veterinary clinics or shelters, surrounded by puppies, cats, and rescued animals in need of love, attention, and care. Your job became your passion, and every day, as you helped those in need, you felt more at home than ever.

And since passions are very important in people's lives, once again yours, in some way, helped you find the love of your life.

Jason Todd.

The first time you saw him was in the middle of the night, during your shift at the vet. The night was quiet, not too busy, when a tall figure appeared at the door. This time, he came in with a very worried Damian. The boy had been having some trouble with his cat, Alfred. The poor little animal had an ear infection, and Jason had no choice but to accompany him.

Jason, with a serious expression and a slight glimmer of concern in his eyes, approached the counter, glancing at Damian before speaking.

"This is Alfred. He needs help. Do you think you can help him?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his voice, deep and direct, but with a touch of gentleness when it came to the cat. It was hard not to notice how much he cared about that little creature's well-being. You smiled, approaching Damian to pick up Alfred with the same gentleness you treated all animals.

"Of course, leave it to me. Let's make sure he's okay," you told him calmly, as you began examining the cat.

Jason watched you silently as you cared for him, and for a moment, he seemed completely absorbed in the scene, as if you had something hypnotic about you.

That evening, after a few explanations and some care for Alfred, Jason said goodbye with a simple "thank you" and a glance that lasted a few seconds too long, but what seemed like a casual encounter soon turned into a series of unexpected visits.

But there were later second, third, and fourth visits, all under the guise of needing medication for the pets. He even kidnapped Titus from Damian once to take him for his vaccinations.

The excuses became less and less credible ─as if they had been in the first place ─ until he finally dared to ask you out.

Over time, Jason became a part of your life, as constant and natural as breathing. He was always there: waiting for you at the end of your shifts, accompanying you to rescue animals, or simply showing up with lame excuses to see you.

That night was no different. The sun had already set, tinting the last traces of the sky orange, and you were closing up the vet. Jason had promised to pick you up before going out on patrol, like he always did, making sure you got home safely.

You were cleaning the counter when you heard a noise in the back.

You frowned. It wasn't Jason; he always knocked twice and said your name quietly so as not to startle you. This was different: abrupt footsteps, shadows moving quickly. There was someone else there, just you and them.

You sighed, setting the cleaning cloth aside. You remembered Jason's words: "Come on, babe, you have to know how to defend yourself. I won't always be there for you. If you have to fight, don't hesitate. Strike first."

Smiling softly, almost amusedly, you picked up the safety stick they used to control large animals. It was heavy, but with the training Jason had given you, you handled it fairly easily.

You approached the source of the noise.

In the warehouse, two men were rummaging through supplies, tossing boxes to the floor. They were looking for anything of value, but they found nothing there but medicines and old papers.

"Can I help you with something?" you asked, your voice so soft it almost sounded out of place in the tension of the moment.

Both men turned around. The shorter one smiled cheekily at you. "Relax, honey. We're just looking at. Keep quiet and we won't hurt you."

"Just a look?" You tilted your head, as if you truly believed his words.

The larger man confidently reached out to grab you. But before his hand could even touch you, you acted: you nimbly spun around, dodging him, and slammed your cane down hard on his knees. The man fell like a sack of potatoes, groaning.

The second tried to grab you, but you remembered another of Jason's lessons: "When they're distracted, strike quickly." You landed a precise elbow in his stomach, hard enough to knock the wind out of him, then swept his legs aside in one clean motion.

By the time Jason arrived—walking casually as if he had all the time in the world—the scene greeted him like a comic slap in the face: two men tied up with dog leashes, and you, sitting at the counter, wiping your hands with a wipe as if nothing had happened.

Jason blinked a couple of times. Then he let out a deep, proud laugh, but also a laugh of nervousness, not knowing what had happened.

"Are you..." he looked at the guys writhing on the ground, "practicing without me, princess?"

You smiled at him sweetly.

"Isn't that what you taught me?" you asked, raising an innocent eyebrow.

He crossed the distance in a couple of steps, gently took you by the waist and kissed your forehead with a tenderness that contrasted with his rough appearance.

"You're fucking perfect," he murmured against your skin.

And in that moment, as he called the police with one hand and held you close with the other, Jason thought that teaching you self-defense had been one of the best decisions of his life, and choosing you had been another one of them.

[wooahaeivy]

Hii can I request when y/n is on her period anything that is about the girls cylcle I kinda want to like hear from the 14th member one but I also wanna her from a member only but you can decide how the story can be and where on your masterly :)

OMG HI!! this is my first request! i hope i do this justice, i feel like the boys would be sooo comforting and trying to do their best to make her comfortable 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i tried including a portion of one member and then all members if thats okay

pairing: seventeen X 14th member

genre?: fluff, comfort

warnings?: period pain! blood stains and blood! feeling icky

4 am

You wake up in a cold sweat

"Fuck..." You woke up to a bloody mess and the massive headache made you even more irritated. You grabbed a pad, got yourself cleaned up and grabbed your sheets, heading over to the washing machine and ran the cycle.

Chan was woken up from the noise and you heard his door open down the hall.

"Oh.. Y/N? What're you doing up this late? Cant sleep?" You sigh, looking at him with tired glossy eyes.

"Just... girl things" You mumbled, a little embarrassed that you were caught.

"Ah..." Chan looks at the washing machine go, realizing what had happened. "Did you need anything right now? Water? Snacks?"

You smiled but shook your head. "Just sleep" You responded tiredly. Chan nodded and grabbed some spare bedding from the closet, helping you make your bed up again. He made sure that you had water and let you get your rest for the the night.

10 am

You wake up to the delicious aroma of something sweet. Pancakes? You crawl out of your blankets, noticing some painkillers on your bedside table. You let out a chuckle and took them with a big swig of water. Your cramps were definitely killing you.

As you emerged from your bedroom, you saw the boys all around doing different things. Mingyu, Chan and Seungcheol in the kitchen, cooking up pancakes with chocolate chips, your favourite. You noticed Vernon and Seungkwan on the couch browsing Netflix, bickering on what show you'd wanna watch. Jun and Joshua setting the table, Minghao seemingly brewing a nice herbal tea for you. Hoshi, Jeonghan & Wonwoo just coming back from wherever they were, bags from the pharmacy, and piles of snacks and chocolate.

You couldn't help but smile.

"Ah, Y/N you're up?" Jihoon nudges you from behind. Concerned gazes fall onto you.

"You guys.... whats all this about?" You ask,

"We heard from Chan, he thought why don't we all have a relaxing day? We definitely need it after all that promotion work." Dokyeom comes up and pats your shoulder.

Your hormonal emotions got the better of you, and you felt yourself tearing up.

"Aw guys... you really didn't have to"

"If we didn't, you'd probably be in your room sulking from the pain" Chan remarked, which earned a chuckle from you as you nodded.

You'd definitely do that.

After you all ate a delicious breakfast and watched the show Vernon picked for you, Minghao plugged in a heating pad and put it on your stomach, Jihoon grabbed a big fluffy blanket for you, Jun grabbed you some water and Hoshi gave you your favourite chocolate. You were surrounded by the boys that cared for you most, your family, your everything.

This was home.

[yunaboveclouds]

cafeworker!gojo x universitystudent!reader

synopsis: you are a frequent customer at a humble, comfy, and local cafe. you've befriended one of the workers, satoru gojo. he's a nice guy, very sweet to you. on this particular day, someone disturbed your usual peace and satoru is having none of it.

You open the door to the cafe you've been going to ever since you discovered it's existence. The bell rings like wind chimes in Spring air as the door opens. You inhale, allowing the smell of coffee grinds and warm aroma enter your nose. As you exhale, you spot an all too familiar white haired man. He, of course, spots you from the entrance. He waves at you with a hot cup of coffee in hand.

"Well if it isn’t my favorite customer!” He hands the coffee to another guest.

You sit down at your usual seat in front of him, placing your bag down. You take out a journal and pen, something you’ve gotten used to doing ever since you came here.

“Hi Satoru, it’s nice to see you again. How has work been?” You ask.

“Slow. Probably because of that new coffee place that opened across the street. Had some dumb name. Something Whip…”

“Mocha Whip?”

Satoru dryly laughs, “That’s the one… You gonna order your usual?”

You nod, “Mmhmm! Large hot chocolate with extra whip cream.”

“I’ll get that started for you.”

You fumble your bag for your wallet until Satoru stops you.

“It’s on the house.”

“Aw Satoru, you don’t have to-.”

“Please. You always give me big tips. The least I can do is cover a four dollar drink, pretty lady,” He smiles gently at you as he goes to grab the ingredients he needs. You smile back at him, blushing. That’s one of the reasons you tipped big, Satoru was a flirt. Well being a pretty boy helped too.

You begin writing in your journal, some boring stuff for university. The chatter of people in the background has become white noise to you. You occasionally look up to see Satoru working on your order. That’s when someone’s voice snaps you out of focus.

“Hey beautiful. You come here often?” A man’s voice. You turn to your right and see a man, probably in his early 30s, smiling at you. He looked unsightly. Uneven stubble, torn up jeans that’s falling apart at the seams, and that is most definitely a mustard stain on his shirt.

You look around to make sure he was talking to you. He was, “Um… yes?”

“I’ve never seen you before. I come here all the time. Name’s Ryan. What’s yours?”

“Uh huh… it’s Y/n”

“That’s a pretty name. Tell me about yourself,” You stay silent. Instead of responding you go back to writing in your journal. Ryan leans in closer to you, closer than you’d like. He reads what you’re writing, “You a student or something?”

“Sure.” You feel your blood boiling. You could smack this man.

“C’mon, don’t gotta give me the cold shoulder. What? You got a boyfriend or something?”

You open your mouth to respond, too shocked to even process what he just asked. Before you could say anything else, another man’s voice spoke up.

“She does,” Satoru says with your drink in hand. His bright blue eyes looked as dark as the sea as he glared daggers into this man.

“And who are you?” Ryan raised a brow.

Satoru huffs, “Her boyfriend.”

Your eyes widen, yet you sigh in relief. Ryan slouches awkwardly.

“Oh.” Is all he could muster, like his confidence was stripped away.

Satoru places your drink in front of you, “Your hot chocolate. Just the way you like it, my love.”

Your heart skips a beat at the pet name. Satoru doesn’t stop there. He leans across the counter and kisses your forehead. Your face instantly heats up. You look at Ryan and see he’s already gotten up and left. You look back at Satoru and he’s about to go back to work.

“What was that all about!?” You nearly shouted.

He turns back to look at you, “I saw you were being harassed and I stepped in.”

“You… You kissed me!”

“Was that too much?" Satoru innocently chuckled, "Did you not like it?"

You look to the side, "It was nice... Thanks for having my back."

"Anything for my favorite customer." Satoru pauses, like he wants to say something more. He scratches the back of his head, "...Do you wanna go out some time?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

[leriexoxo]

SKZ HEADCANONS

Stray Kids: Enemies with benefits (hyung line)

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AN: We’re talking rage-fueled sex, stifled feelings, mutual denial, and dangerously hot tension. Requests for headcanons are open

Disclaimer: I will not write ABO (or any equally weird stuff)

Let’s go.

Bang Chan – The “Professional” One Who Snaps

• Tries to keep it clean. Civil. “We don’t have to like each other to work together.”

• But you challenge him constantly. Question his leadership. Call him out in front of others. And he hates that it turns him on.

• One night after everyone leaves, you corner him in the studio. His voice is calm but low: “You want something, or you just came to waste my time?”

• You say one thing—“You’re not as perfect as you think you are.”

He pulls you onto his lap and growls, “And you’re not as innocent.”

• When he fucks you, it’s deliberate. Slow, controlled, like he’s proving a point.

“This what you wanted? Getting fucked by the guy you can’t stand?”

Lee Know – The Cold, Catty Menace Who Ruins You

• He lives to get under your skin. Smirks when you mess up. Corrects you with that smug little “Actually…”

• You hate him. Truly. Fully. But you also think about his hands on your throat when you’re trying to sleep.

• It starts with an elevator ride. Just you two. Silent. Glaring. And then his hand slides up your thigh and you don’t stop him.

• He’s mean in bed. “You can’t even argue with me now, huh?”

“Didn’t think you were the type to beg.”

• Grabs your chin to make you look at him when you moan. Bites. Marks. Leaves lipstick stains on your collarbone on purpose. Smiles when people at work notice.

Changbin – The Competitive Gym Bro You Accidentally Fucked

• You two are constantly butting heads. Who’s better, who did more, who works harder.

He flexes. You roll your eyes. You call him a musclehead. He calls you a brat.

• The tension breaks during a gym session. Too much eye contact. Too much panting.

He pins you to the wall mirror, breathless. “Say it again. Call me a dumbass one more time.”

• The sex is intense. Loud. Rough. Sweat dripping down his chest while he holds your legs up with ease.

• Afterward, he still argues with you—but calls you “baby” by accident once and nearly chokes.

Denies it immediately. You don’t let it go.

Hyunjin – The Pretty Boy Who Thinks He’s Better Than You

• Drama. Pure drama. Always makes little comments about your work. Always implies you’re lucky to be on his level.

• The mutual loathing is poetic. You both roll your eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t fall out.

• It happens after a night out with coworkers. He lights your cigarette. You say, “Didn’t think you had it in you to be nice.”

He blows smoke in your face and says, “You don’t know anything about me.”

Ten minutes later, you’re in the backseat of his car, moaning his name.

• He’s filthy. Slow strokes, whispered filth in your ear, hand on your jaw so you have to look at him.

“You wanna act tough at work, but here? You’re just a slut for me.”

• After sex, he always adjusts your clothes like he didn’t just rail you into another dimension. Back to enemies mode.

“Don’t be late tomorrow. I won’t cover for you.”

[ghoularaki]

baby's breath | 25

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 1,028

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, emotional manipulation, erwin pov, erwin being delulu, hints to stalking, talks of sex trafficking

Erwin was a man of privilege. He came from a wealthy family in nice home with plenty of space and more than enough food to eat. From a young age, he grew to crave the finer things in life. It left him needy. He had an abundance of everything besides one thing: infinite knowledge.

Growing up in a home with a father who was a history teacher, he always sought to know more. He was always a curious child, but his father only fueled it. Encouraged him to learn more, to seek the truth. Don’t leave a single stone unturned. Erwin was trained from the start to be a diplomat. Question authority, and be a real leader.

Being a single child, he had everything and more. Still, child Erwin wanted. Despite his maturity, he was still a kid. Toys were far and few between. His father didn’t want to fill his head will silly nonsense. Why would a boy want to play with dolls anyway? Erwin was better than that, far superior than his peers. While they dillydallied with tiny trains and action figures, Erwin knew every war strategy inside and out. Which ones work and which ones failed.

Though, his father implemented in his head, never be cocky. Overconfidence is for idiots and Erwin was anything but. Never assume you are the smartest in the room, and know there will always be something you don’t.

Erwin’s charisma came naturally. There was no way to teach authentic charm. Erwin was always handsome, and tall with a smooth deep voice that compelled listeners. He could command a room with ease. Erwin understood his strengths well and also his weaknesses.

He tended to get… obsessive.

It didn’t matter if it was morbid curiosity or a person, he wanted to dissect and possess whatever it was until it’s torn to shreds. So when he had met Levi, he had to know. He didn’t trust for a second Levi was this new janitor. Something darker radiated over the small man. Any time he looked at him, those silvery greys had his skin prickle.

It took months to finally wear him down. He seemed pissed when he outright said what he did. Levi did hold a contained knife to his throat as he seethed if he was a cop. Erwin laughed despite the threat and simply said, “I’m merely curious.”

Levi clicked his tongue as he forced the edge in deeper. Erwin never felt a thrill like this and he craved more. Curiosity killed the cat and all that.

The brooding man finally admitted Erwin had been one of his targets. He made a good victim and it would take minimal explaining for his disappearance. Both parents are dead, only child with no contact with any other family and no friends. The only worry was the school board, but one history professor going missing wouldn’t raise too many suspicions. Erwin blushed with anticipation as he asked when Levi what he planned for him if he did succeed capturing him.

“Sell your body for sex.”

Erwin grinned wide, “Fascinating.”

There, in the dingy supply closet, he offered his services to Levi. He was smart, strategic and good with money. And most importantly, he knew when to keep his mouth shut. Levi snapped that he clearly did not, but Erwin waved it away, determined.

Levi cracked and crumbled right into Erwin’s palm. Erwin once again grew obsessed. After years and upon years they had cultivated a business that had gone under the radar for basically a decade. He couldn’t help himself. As he sold men and women alike, he started to want, too. What would it be like to have a pet?

Not wanting to shit where he ate, Levi outright refused. Erwin knew how to play his cards right, though. They could share, didn’t Levi want something warm to fuck and soft to hold? He didn’t take the bait, but let Erwin do whatever he wanted.

Pet after pet failed. None of them were what Erwin expected them to be. They fought too hard, but when he broken them in, they no longer worked. Or instantly were too scared to even try. Like a spoiled boy, he threw away toy after toy. After the seventh one, Erwin was ready to accept some things weren’t meant to be…

Until you.

Erwin totally forgot about you and your family. A friend of a friend, he had been work colleagues with your father back when they went to the same college. The last time he has seen you, you were around eight if he remembered correctly.

Even with the heavy dark circles around your eyes, you smiled so bright. Sitting in a restaurant waiting for Levi to arrive, Erwin observed you from the other side of the room. You sat alone with a tiny cake, a candle sat in the middle. He wondered what you were celebrating.

The server answered his question for him. “Do you want us to sing happy birthday?”

You rapidly waved your hands around, “God, please no. It’s embarrassing enough I’m eating alone.”

Giggling, the server continued on, “Well, you saved me. I hate doing that, way too cringe.”

You two were wrapped up in your own conversation. Like the sun, you just pulled people towards you. He watched on subtly as you mingled with the server providing you company.

They must have asked how old you were turning as you gleeful cheered, “I’m nineteen!”

Wow, you were younger than he expected. You were so youthful, yet appeared so run down. Did you still have trouble at home? Before losing contact with your father, he remember him lamenting about how much of a problem child you were and kicking you out—in your father’s words, living room for space—was an often occurrence.

Tempted to get up and strike up conversation, Levi finally arrived. Shaking away the thought, he smiled up at his partner. Though, not once did you leave his mind. Not even with the two years to track you down again, and not in with the one it took to finally bring you home.

[suuuupernovaaa]

confession

Pedro is convinced to confess his feelings for you, despite being sure you don’t return the sentiment.

Fluff, age gap, HEA

Just tell her - what’s the absolute worst that could happen? You keep avoiding her?

Lena’s voice rattles around in his head, day and night, and he’s so annoyed that she’s right.

He’s been avoiding you. For weeks now. And it hasn’t really been that hard, he’s been on the road for most of the last month, doing press and red carpets, but he’s about to return home for a long stretch between projects.

New York is big but somehow, you two always find each other. He knows it’s inevitable.

As he waits to board a plane to from LAX to JFK, his phone pings with a text.

From you.

When are you coming home? it reads.

He takes his glasses off and runs his hand down his face, groaning. He should ignore it. It wouldn’t work out anyway, and he can’t stand the thought of just being friends any longer. Something’s got to give.

But he’s stupid when it comes to you, so he replies anyway. About to board, dinner tonight at my place?

You reply with a heard and a smile, and he wants to die.

xxx

He’s been in his head all day. One minute, he’s decided to bury the feelings down deep and continue being friends. The next, he’s decided he’ll see you tonight and then never again. And between those two terrible ideas, he imagines what you might say if he did confess. If he did say those words.

There was a time, he thinks, when you had feelings for him - but that was a few boyfriends ago, and wouldn’t you have said something by now?

Then again, he hasn’t.

He orders dinner in the car on the way home, something from your favorite pizza place in the neighborhood you share.

He has just enough time to shower and dress before you’re ringing the doorbell - and he still doesn’t know what he’s going to do.

xxx

You take the pizza from the delivery boy’s hands after the front desk assures him you do indeed know the intended recipient, and make your way to the top floor of the Pedro’s apartment building.

He answers quickly after you knock, and you hold the pizza up. “What are the chances! I figured this was for us. If not, you owe a neighbor an apology.”

Pedro laughs that warm, enveloping laugh that you miss so much when he’s gone, and you shut the door behind you after you enter his place.

He follows you to the kitchen, watching you navigate his apartment with comfort and ease. It’s spring in New York - still a little chilly, but warm enough for you to be wearing a floral dress under a jacket, which you shed after setting down the pizza.

“New dress?” he asks, and you wonder if you imagined how nervous his voice sounded when he asked you that.

“Yes! Do you like it? Mom sent it to me actually. Usually the stuff she picks is uh, not good. But this one is nice!”

“You look beautiful,” he says, and your chest heats up, a warmth spreading through you.

Beautiful, Pedro says. You had hoped he would feel that way, even if he doesn’t mean it the way you want him to.

It’s been so long since you’ve seen him. He’s been away for work, and you’ve been so busy at the firm, you wouldn’t have been able to see him even if he hadn’t been.

But you’ve thought about him every day. Saved every picture and selfie he’d sent you to look at later. Wondered if he’d been thinking of you too.

“Thank you,” you say with a smile, and he takes a few steps to you.

The atmosphere between you feels strange. Usually, it’s nothing but comfort and laughter when you’re with Pedro, but something feels off today. Something hangs heavy in the air, and you stare at him for a moment.

He stares back.

It’s too quiet. Pedro is never quiet. Pedro can’t stand silence, he loves to fill it.

But he’s quiet now, and you’re the one who can’t stand it, so you say the first thing on your mind.

“I want to date you.”

Oh fuck. Oh shit. I want to date you? What a dumbass thing to say to a 50-year-old man who almost certainly doesn’t see you that way.

You’re just his former-neighbor turned friend, one of many close friends he has, certainly nothing special, and definitely not someone he wants to date, like a teenager.

His jaw is slack, his eyes wide, and the silence before was awkward, but now, it’s unbearable.

“You want to date me?” he asks finally, and removes his glasses.

You try to think of what to say next to convince him you said this as a joke, but your mouth is dry and your tongue is tied.

And simply, you don’t want to lie to your dear friend.

“Oh, shit. That was a stupid way to say it. And if you don’t feel the same, please don’t worry. We can just continue being friends. I didn’t mean to blurt it you like that.” You’re wringing your sweaty hands together in front of you, and Pedro takes another step forward, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed. “I just, like, I missed you so much this last month and I thought of you every day and your friendship means so much to me but I just feel…”

The words are coming so fast but you don’t even know what you’re saying, and your throat is constricting in a way that warns you you’re about to cry.

“You want me to be your boyfriend?” Pedro says, and the tone is a little bit teasing, but not in an unkind way. A smile is on his face. He’s closed the gap between you completely now, and you wipe your clammy hands on your dress.

“Is that stupid? I’m sorry.”

He reaches for you, one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, and his smile grows wider.

“I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

Boyfriend. What a silly label between adults, but it also makes joy bloom in your chest.

Boyfriend. Pedro wants to be your boyfriend - in fact, he’d love to.

“Are you teasing me?” you ask quietly, and he brushes away a stray tear with his thumb.

“No. I wouldn’t do that, my love.”

You lean forward, the tension leaving your shoulders as you press your cheek to his strong chest and he wraps his arms around you.

“Because I mean it, Pedro. I don’t want to scare you, but I’m all in here,” you say into his chest, and his arms squeeze you tighter.

After a moment, he leans back just a little, and tilts your chin up so that your gaze meets his.

“That’s good, because so am I. You’re mine, I’m yours.”

He leans down and you close your eyes as finally, for the first time, Pedro presses a soft kiss to your lips.

It feels delicate and new, and it sends shivers up and down your spine. You fist his shirt in your hands, and he runs his palms over the soft fabric of your dress.

When you pull away, breathless and smiling, he kisses each cheek, and then your nose, so light and soft, and then his lips ghost across yours one more time.

“Can I take you on a real first date tomorrow? Somewhere really nice?”

You reach up and brush a curl back from his eyes. “I want this to be our first date. Pizza at your place, maybe we watch a movie.”

“And then I ravish you,” he says with a teasing smile, and you throw your head back with laughter.

“Yes, and then you ravish me.”

[brookediamonds]

what if i told you i’m a mastermind? | Axel Kovačević x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based off this request. Your dad hates your new relationship, and so does Axel. When sensei Wolf catches Axel's lingering gaze on you, he decides this is the perfect opportunity to take you away from that idiot you call your boyfriend.

Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Possessive Axel, angst, fluff?

gif is not mine

You liked Jake.

He was loud, sure. A little full of himself. Okay, a lot full of himself. But he was confident, funny, and he fought like he actually had something to prove.

And he liked you. A lot. Always showing up to the dojo even when he didn't need to, always throwing an arm around your shoulders, always calling you babe like it wasn't way too early for pet names.

It felt nice. Simple.

You'd just finished a set of drills with Jake, him shirtless, naturally, because "sweat is just liquid gains," or whatever nonsense he said.

And now he was stretched out beside you on the bench outside the dojo, one arm draped lazily over your shoulders like he owned the air you breathed.

"You coming to the bonfire tonight?" he asked, grinning. "Gonna be fun. I've got us covered with drinks, a blanket, the works."

You smiled. "Maybe. Depends if Sensei is in a good mood."

Jake made a face. "Your dad seriously needs to chill."

"Tell me about it," you laugh. Jake took that as a yes and leaned in, dropping a quick kiss to your cheek. You didn't stop him. You didn't even flinch.

But your stomach knotted.

Across the lot, you caught a shadow leaning against the far wall. Tall. Still. Watching.

Axel.

His arms were crossed, expression unreadable, but his eyes were burning holes through Jake's hand on your shoulder. You looked away quickly, heart in your throat.

You looked back again. Still there.

Still watching.

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"Something bothering you?"

Sensei Wolf's voice was low, gruff, closer than Axel expected. He hadn't noticed the older man approach until he was standing right beside him.

Axel didn't flinch. Just straightened his posture, but kept his eyes on you. Wolf followed his gaze. Watched as Jake whispered something in your ear and you gave a strained little laugh that didn't touch your eyes.

The old man’s mouth twisted.

"I hate that punk," he muttered. "Never met someone I wanted to hit more."

Axel smiled faintly. "Yeah. Me too."

Wolf turned his head, studying Axel now instead. "You got a thing for her or somethin’?

Axel didn’t answer right away. His jaw flexed, teeth grinding slow and deliberate.

"I'd treat her better."

Wolf narrowed his eyes at the tall boy next to him. "You'd better. You screw around with my daughter, I break your legs. Simple."

Axel didn't blink. Didn't flinch. "I wouldn't screw around."

There was a pause. Then the unthinkable happened.

Sensei Wolf nodded.

"Good." His voice dropped lower, like this was classified information. "Maybe it's time someone took her away from that loser."

Axel turned to him fully now. "You're serious?"

"You're not stupid. You're dangerous, yeah, but you respect strength. Discipline. You'd protect her," Wolf spoke firmly, glancing back toward you and Jake, sneering. "He wouldn't even know how."

Axel's fingers curled into fists at his sides. "So you would be okay with me… stepping in?"

Wolf shrugged. "Not my problem if she leaves him. She's smart. She'll figure it out. Just... don't give me a reason to come after you."

Axel's smirk was sharp, full of things he wasn't saying. "I wouldn't dream of it, Sensei."

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You waited behind the dojo that evening like always. The back alley was quiet, warm air thick with the scent of pine and sweat and whatever cologne Jake used.

Your wrist still smelled like it, and it made you wrinkle your nose.

Then you felt him. That familiar heat at your back.

"You let him touch you too much today," Axel’s voice came out low, rough with restraint.

You turned just as he pressed you up against the wall, his grip on your waist bruising, breath ghosting your neck.

"We talked about this," you whispered, fingers threading through his brownish locks to keep him grounded. "It sells the story."

"I don't care about the story," he mutters.

His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face so he could kiss you. It was harsh, claiming, all teeth and tongue and frustration. Like he needed to re-mark you.

You barely caught your breath before he spoke again, voice darker now. "Your dad gave me permission."

Your eyes went wide at his words. "What?"

Axel nodded slowly, his burning eyes trailing down your face as he pulled you flush against him "He saw me watching you today. Pulled me aside. Told me to do it. Said he'd rather I steal you away than let you stay with that jackass."

Your heart stumbled in your chest as he ran his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

"No way," you breathed, the corners of your lips tugging up.

"He looked me dead in the eye and said, 'Just don't give me a reason to come after you.'" Axel gave a crooked, dangerous grin. "He wants me to take you."

You squealed, tugging him down for a quick kiss. Soft, full of giddy relief, before pulling back slightly.

"We can finally be together," you grinned.

"And you can drop that idiot," Axel added, resting his forehead against yours.

"Yeah," you nodded, lips brushing his. "But... it was kinda fun watching you get jealous."

That did it.

He let out a low growl, half annoyed, half aroused, and his hand smacked your behind, making you yelp before he yanked you even closer and crashed his mouth against yours.

You giggled against his lips, unable to help it. God, you loved when he got like this; Territorial. Raw. Yours.

"You're not funny," he muttered, voice rough against your skin.

"Sure I am," you teased innocently, arms looped around his neck now.

"You're all mine," he said again, slower this time. A vow. "And I'm done hiding it."

You smiled, breathless. "Then what are you gonna do about it?"

His answer was another kiss, deeper, hungrier. Possessive. Reckless. Let the world burn.

Your dad was finally on his side.

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The dojo smelled like sweat, wood polish, and tension. You had been successful in avoiding Jake all day at school, but knew you had to face him here.

You didn't notice him at first, too busy slipping off your shoes, smoothing your gi. Just another afternoon practice. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Until Jake stepped into your path.

"Hey," he said, blocking your way to the mat with that cocky half-smile. "Can we talk?"

"Now?" Your eyes darted around the room.

"Yeah," he nods. "You ghosted me after class yesterday. You good?"

You averted your eyes from his gaze, looking for a way out but now was better than later, you suppose.

"Actually, there's something I need to tell you—" there's a presence suddenly at your side.

"She's with me now," Axel cuts you off. "You two are done."

Jake scoffs looking over at you as you stood in silence.

"You're kidding right?" He tries to catch your gaze. "You're my girlfriend."

Axel sighs crossing his arms over his chest.

"She was never yours," he says lowly. "You were a cover. A useful one, sure. Kept her dad off our backs. So… thanks for that."

Jake froze.

You didn’t say a word, heart pounding, breath caught in your throat.

"But I've got it from here," Axel added. "So you can back off now."

Jake's face twisted. "She's mine, bro. You don't get to just walk in and call dibs like we're trading baseball cards."

You winced silently, knowing how your actual boyfriend might feel about that.

Axel tilted his head. Smiled without humor. "Then let's settle it."

The dojo was starting to fill more and more with students, but as Axel began to remove his jacket, the kids around him moved out of the way.

"You and me," Axel proposes. "On the mat. Right now."

Jake hesitated, but his pride was too big to let him back down. "Fine."

Jake lunged first, sloppy with confidence. Axel dodged with brutal ease, letting Jake burn energy, letting him swing and miss and embarrass himself.

Then, like a switch flipped, Axel moved. Two hits. A sweep. Jake hit the mat with a dull, satisfying thud.

He groaned, completely dazed by the tall boys roundhouse.

Axel stepped back, eyes never leaving him. "We done?"

Jake blinked up, stunned, chest heaving. "She's not... she wouldn't..."

But you were already running. Your feet carried you fast across the mat, heart soaring as you made a beeline toward Axel, every second of hiding, pretending, finally over.

And just before you reached him, you paused beside Jake.

You leaned down slightly, giving him the gentlest smile you could manage while adrenaline still sang in your veins.

"No hard feelings," you frown, voice soft. "We can still be friends!."

Jake blinked up at you, stunned, as if the sting of your words cut deeper than Axel's fists.

Then you turned, closing the distance between you and Axel, and this time, nothing stopped you.

You launched into him, arms wrapping around his neck as he caught you like it was the most natural thing in the world. Your lips found his, fast and breathless and so, so proud.

Axel kissed you back like he'd been starving for it.

When you finally pulled back, your eyes were gleaming.

"You really didn't have to go so hard on him," you whispered.

"He deserved it," Axel shrugged with a small smirk.

You laughed, tugging him down for one more kiss. "You're ridiculous."

"Yours," he corrected you, eyes never leaving your own. "And now, everyone knows it."

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[awanderingbountyhunter]

The boy lightly shrugged before taking the kamis hand - as inside of the kamis mind, a vision was shown to her. " this happened a couple of days ago- around the time when Noelle was examining the seal and the accident occurred. It was an... chance encounter."

Chiasa would be shown an underground parking lot- the old dust clinging in the air, as well as a scent of old oil and rust. Many tarps were over old vehicles and bikes, as it seemed to be a little hideaway for somone.

That would soon change, as footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the rubble- as a song was being sung softly. " my mama was a tailor... she sowed... my new.... blue jeans~" the voice was soft- motherly even, as the person singing it came into veiw.

She looked to be near Ariel's age, perhaps a little bit older. She had a pair of shorts on that had palm trees and little coconuts on it, and she was wearing a tank top that had a picture of a shrine on it. On her face was a pair of tinted sunglasses, and her hair was tied up in a small bun. Her hair was burgundy- and she had a pair of flip-flops on.

If anything, it could be mistaken for ariel- as the woman stopped singing for a momment and stopped to look at somthing.

A tarp was covering something - it looked old and worn down like everything else here, but the woman simply smiled. " Nice," she said as she grabbed the tarp and ripped it off cleanly.

A newly cleaned, large RV was in front of her - it had a brown exterior, with a pair of fresh new wheels, looking shiny and brand new. It had a cross hair insignia on it - as chiasa could see on the dashboard a picture of a familirars bounty hunter holding a bloodhound puppy - giving a familiar, warm grin.

Ariels rv.

The other woman whistles- gently touching the hood of it as she gave a tiny smirk. "... looks like we have similar taste, huh...." she chuckeld.

" Excuse me. Could you not touch that?" A familiar voice rang out, as weller stepped into view as well. He was in a dark tan suit with his usual sunglasses- wearing a wide brimmed black hat as he was holding a briefcase as he walked forward, continuing to talk. " That's a friends birthday gift. She's been missing that for a long time- and I wanna surprise her and her other. " he said casually. Chiasa could see him put down the suitcase- as his rings glowed slightly.

The other woman chuckeld- as still stroked the hood of the car rather fondly. "... your a good friend then. She must be an excellent judge of character." She said.

"for the most part." Weller commented- flexing his fingers slightly as he looked at the woman with a little bit of confusion. " ... what are you doing down here anyways? This place-"

" Oh, I know this is where you do your work, weller." She said idly - looking at the wheel of the rv as she speaks not really bothered by the man. " or well, one of your places. This is far enough from other people where you're able to do your... work, right? " She muses - squatting down to get a better look of it.

In an instant, a weapon was in weller hand - a long scythe - looking like a mantis forearm, it dull green glinting in artifal light. "... so you know who I am. Then you know that I can freely kill you here." He said, as the woman laughed.

" HAH! oh, that's cute. Sorry babe... your strong, but not my type of strong, yeah? I pefer... smart types." She muses standing up again as she now fully acknowledged weller. " your not even worth much of a challenge. "

Weller points the weapon at the stranger, his voice dangerously calm. "... last warning. Who. Are. You."

The woman takes off her sunglasses- revealing a pair of cross eyes as her pupils, glinting with magical energy weller takes a step back- now suddenly much more nervous. " ah yknow... just a mother trying to find a gift for her kid!" She smiled.

The last thing chiasa saw a flash- like a gun illuminating a dark room- as the smell of gunpowder filled her nose.

".. I know. I was there." His form flickerd for a momment- and he turned into weller for a split seccond, just as bruised and battery as he looked at moment ago- changing back into his spiritual form. " i saw the whole thing. I... was going to stop her if you couldn't. Which thank you- thank you for saving her. If you weren't there..." he sighs- the ghoslty boys left eye flickering for just a momment- chiasa seeing Japan under the sea.

"... but anyways. No. She dosent. And I'd like to keep it that way. If she- or my father, finds out i... exist, like this, then they'll do everything in their power to bring me back." He said- his browser furrowing for a momment. Another image shows in the boys eye- a small, shriveled corpse in the middle of a floor- with a sigil. He blinks it away and once more continues. " I am more helpful dead- than alive."

"Speaking of help...." he extends his hand- the palm much smaller than hers. "... please. I would like to give you my thanks- call it a gift."

[youfightthosefairies67]

My love, are you the devil? — Chapter 1

Pairing: Young!Dean x Preacher's daughter!reader

Wordcount: ~1,4k

Summary: This is it. The last high school Dean'll have to step foot in. He's just gonna lay low, coast through with mediocre grades and get the fuck out when he has the chance.

Then he gets paired up with you on a project. The town angel. The preacher's daughter.

Oh, he's well and truly fucked.

Warnings: English isn't my first language, Swearing, violence, implied abuse, drinking, innocent reader

Notes: First time writing. Kinda nervous lol. Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this. I have no clue when the next chapter will be out, but I'll try to post bi weekly if anyone's interested.

Please interact, I really appreciate it!💕

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The Midwest all looks the same. Dean’s convinced of it. People can prattle on about how different each state is and how much culture each has, but it’s all bullshit.  

It’s all just... Fields. Fields and highways. The occasional billboard if you get lucky. It could all burn as far as he’s concerned.  

He glances back over his shoulder, watching Sam read in the backseat for a bit. This would be Dean’s last school. He could get his damn diploma and fuck off. Work properly, for once. Make a real difference. If he had it his way, he would’ve dropped out ages ago. 

He turns back forward, listening to Metallica blaring through the speakers of the car, the familiar rumble of the engine almost lolling him to sleep as he rests his head against the window. He sees a sign pass. A ‘Welcome to-’ — Wherever the hell it is they are—sign. He doesn’t even bother reading it. The names all just blend by now anyway. It’s not like he’ll remember this place in a month. 

People stop and look when they roll into town. Jesus, this place is clean. It almost makes Dean’s skin crawl. Looks like something out of ‘The Stepford Wives’. Even the motel looks creepily put together.  

“Two rooms,” His dad grumbles, tossing a card onto the counter. “A single and a double.” The clerk eyes him. Unabashed suspicion glinting as he takes the card. He doesn’t say a word as he tosses them two sets of keys.  

Dean grabs the back of Sam’s shirt and tugs him along towards the rooms, grabbing one of the keys as his dad pays. The room is clean, the sheets floral. 

“It looks like a grandma threw up in here.” Sam mutters as he falls onto one of the beds, opening up his book again.  

Dean snorts and sets down his duffle, falling face first onto the mattress. He’s almost asleep when John comes in, starting the usual spiel. 

“Don’t open the door unless it’s me, shoot first, ask questions later, and–”  

“Always look out for Sammy, I know.” Dean finishes, face still smushed against the pillow.  

John nods, watching the boys for a moment before tossing some cash onto the table. “I enrolled you during the drive. You start Monday,” he says over his shoulder as he heads out, pulling the door shut with him. “I’ll call if I need anything.”  

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Even the school looks too... nice. It looks like one of those movie high schools where jocks wear letterman jackets and shove kids into lockers.  

It’ll be fine. As long as no one breaks into song.  

“Anyone fucks with you, you tell me.” Dean mutters, glancing down at Sam. He gives him a light smack on the back before heading inside to get this shit over with. 

People love to stare in this town, don’t they? He feels like a damn zoo animal as he walks through the halls behind the principal, her heels clicking against the linoleum floors loudly. He feels like he’s going to suffocate with the amount of perfume she’s wearing.  

“–And here is your locker. Feel free to ask if you need anything, Mr. Winchester.” she says, a tight smile on her face as she clasps her manicured hands together. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I’ve assigned you a chaperone to help you... settle in. In fact, here she comes!” 

Dean turns over his shoulder, ready to see another one of those preppy girls who’d eyed him on his way in. They’re all so terribly stuck up. Never want to do anyth–  

Oh. Oh shit. 

You’re pretty. All cute and proper. Your hair perfectly styled. Your smile so bright. Jesus. And there was something about you. Something that has his shoulders going slack for the first time since stepping into this building. This town. Everyone else here stares. You just look. You look nervous. Maybe even a little scared, but you’re not judging. You’re making an effort not to. He can tell. 

“Ms. Williams here–” the principal cuts off his train of thought as she gestures to you– “will get you all settled in.” She hums with an icy smile, looking him over one more time. He swears he sees her lip twitch as if she’s smelling something foul before she clacks away. 

“You’re Dean, I assume?” You smile, looking up at him. He can see the way your fingers flex against the strap of your bag.  

“Uh huh.” He looks you over. 

“Did Mrs. Jones give you the tour yet?” You ask, tilting your head at him. God, you’re cute. 

“Nope.” he says, popping the p as his lips tug up into a smirk.  

“Then follow me,” you say, again with that almost nervous smile. You’re trying so hard not to judge him by his looks, by his worn jeans and leather jacket. He feels so out of place, but when he’s looking at you, he can’t really find it in himself to care very much. 

The rest of the morning is spent following you around. He can see you slowly relaxing once you realize he won’t tempt you into sin. Are you religious? You seem like you would be. You explain the history of the place. He's not listening very well. You make it hard for him to.  

The two of you do make it to the last class of the day. He sits himself in the back row with the other no-goods. They’re not that bad. They don’t judge him either.  

He almost falls asleep as the teacher drones on and on about biology. Cells or some shit. He can’t seem to stop staring at you though. Front and center, listening intently. Cute. 

“We’re going to be doing a final project before summer’,” the teacher announces, and people immediately start divvying up into what Dean assumes are the usual cliques. He shifts in his seat a little. 

“And I’ll be assigning your partners,” he says, raising his voice over the buzz. Practically everyone groans at that.  

“Hey, if I don’t you won’t get anything done.” He starts going through the pre-decided pairs, and he hesitates for just a second before saying your name and his. He almost seems to snarl at the thought of the two of you being in the same vicinity. 

You turn over your shoulder, giving him a small smile. Dean nods his head with a smile. The rest of the kids in the room whisper behind their hands. They’re acting like one of those shitty soaps they always show on TV. All that’s missing is a dramatic ‘oooohhhh’ from the live studio audience. 

The bell rings just in time and Dean gets up to leave as quickly as possible. One of the stoners follows him out and throws an arm over his shoulders. 

“Dude, good luck,” He– Cory, maybe? –cackles, slapping Dean on the back as they approach his locker. Dean gives him a look. 

“What are you talking about? She seems nice.” Dean shrugs his arm off, opening his locker to grab his shit, more than happy to get out of here. This place still gives him the heebe jeebies. 

“She is, man. To everyone. Literally an angel. Pukes rainbows and farts glitter and everything,” he laughs, leaning on the locker next to Dean’s, “she’s also the preachers daughter.” 

Dean freezes for a second. Ah. That explains it.  

“I’d be careful, man.” Cory turns to him, leaning in as he looks around. He looks a little too serious for Dean’s liking. “The preacher... he doesn't do all that kumbaya shit.” he says, patting his shoulder again and walking off. 

Dean’s about to follow him before he hears his name called. You run up to him with a smile on your face, stopping in front of him. People start staring again. 

“Hey, we uh...” you start, swallowing thickly, “we should start looking at that project.” You finish, picking at your nails.  

“Yeah, probably.” Dean shuts his locker, leaning against it as he looks down at you. You nod. 

“You want to come over to my house tomorrow after school to work on it?” you ask, shifting your weight. Dean smiles and leans down a bit. 

“It’s a date.” 

[kirietown]

Star Burster | Part I

Pairing: clark kent x reader

Summary: it was simple really, you’d marry clark and one day he’d take over your daddy’s farm. but there’s a man in the sky, the papers’ say he’s the superman, and he’s telling you sometimes things aren’t so simple.

Content: 1800s ahistorical rural kansas AU, arranged marriage, height difference, cheating (on clark with superman), identity play, breeding kink, period typical sexism, smut, possessiveness

18+

[chapter one] — ongoing / cross posted to ao3

Word Count: 3.5K

Your mother slapped your knee under the table, discretely signalling you to look up from your plate. It appeared that Jonathan Kent had asked you a question. You often daydreamed during these weekly dinner parties, your mind occupied by the most random of things.

"Pardon?" You inquired. The fine lines around his eyes crinkled as he offered you a small smile. You were suddenly very thankful for the Kent family kindness, as you knew other Southern families would not have reacted as kindly to your obvious disinterest in this meal. However, it wasn't as though you were necessarily the guest of honour or something. In fact, up until that moment, no one had paid you any mind and instead your parents had been engaged in their usual banter with the Kents.

"I said I heard you'd gotten into knitting recently," he spoke with a look of expectance on his face. You'd barely even started knitting until a few nights ago, and nearly gave up yesterday during a visit to your grandmother due to her overbearing attitude regarding your daily lessons.

"Yes," you replied. "I thought it would be a nice hobby to have, especially as I can just make my own clothes instead of having to go out into town whenever I need to." You'd been picking up random hobbies as of late much to your mother's enthusiasm, though you expected she'd be less enthusiastic at the realisation that you just wanted any distraction from your approaching wedding with Clark. At the thought, you peeked over, noting his usual slouched shoulders and dull shy expression. You fought back a sigh at the thought that this man was who your parents were pushing you to be with. Clark was gentle and kind, but judging by the fact he could barely speak a full sentence in your presence, you weren't sure how he felt about you.

He was different from the other town boys, growing up most boys were pushy and rowdy. Many of which grew up to either work in the mines or take over their respective family businesses. Clark was different, he’d started a job recently at the local publishing house, manning the print and press. It was typically a two person job, but Clark was fast according to his boss, Perry. Jonathan hadn’t been entirely pleased by this, or so your mother’s gossip suggested, as like any father in Smallville, his father wanted him to take over the family farm. Then eventually he’d merge with your family’s farm, just like they all intended.

"Ya hear that, Clark?" Jonathan said. "Maybe she can make you something too for the Winter." His tone was teasing, as he spoke to his adult son as though he were a shy school aged boy.

Clark stuttered for a moment before he collected himself, "yeah, maybe." You offered a smile in response as the table laughed which only seemed to encourage the blush on his face. Again, Clark was kind, he was sweet, but that was where it ended despite the fact that within a few weeks time he would be your husband. It was strange to think about, as you'd hardly call your relationship a courtship as the man could hardly handle you in his personal space. But eventually, he would be sharing a bed with you and laying down with you, and doing what married folks do with you.

And you didn't know how you felt about that.

…

After your weekly dinners with the Kents, the grown folks liked to give you what they called your couple time where Clark and yourself strolled outside along the perimeter of the Kent family farm. Usually, these walks were filled with meaningless chatter from your end whilst Clark stuttered a response. Despite knowing you his entire life, he still couldn't get a full sentence across, just like how he couldn't stand straight or keep his hair out of his eyes.

Something needed to change. You weren’t sure what, but you felt as though you needed to unravel Clark, dig into his insides a little and see what was hiding under all that shyness. It was morbid, but something about his meekness brought out that edge in you.

You paused in your steps, feeling the hard gravel under the heels of your shoes. You faced the giant man, your head barely reaching his chest making you realise just how large he was despite the way he often shrank upon himself. Your actions seemed to have unnerved him as you noted the small tremor in his hands.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" You looked up to face him, his eyes obscured by his glasses and shaggy dark hair.

"Wha--?"

"This marriage," you said. You weren't sure why you were so bold, and perhaps it had to do with your own insecurities and anxieties finally creeping in on you. Nonetheless, you persisted. "Do you want to marry me, Clark?"

"O... Of course," he responded. "D-do I ... Do I make you feel otherwise?"

You sighed, your eyes suddenly downcast. “Do you desire me Clark?" You’d read a line like that in a book a while back, you figured it was relevant enough.

The man's brows knitted in confusion, "Well, I- I just said of course, I want to marry you."

"That's not what I just asked."

"I don't understand," he murmured. You breathed out another sigh out of frustration before you clenched your fists together.

"Do you find me desirable, Clark? What am I to you?” You finally breathed. Your eyes snapping to his, barely spotting traces of blue obscured by his curls.

“Well,” he paused for a moment. “You’re my betrothed, and I think you’re… Well, I think y-you’re… Nice.” Nice. Nice? You were engaged to a man who could barely speak to you, who could not answer if he found you desirable.

“If I asked you to, could you even kiss me now Clark? On our wedding night would you even be bold enough to slip my dress off, or would you simply roll over and act like I don’t exist?” You snapped your lips shut, suddenly embarrassed at your own forwardness. Clark, this was Clark. Kind Clark who was now being harassed over sex when he could barely even hold your hand without turning red.

What would he think of you now? A crazed harlot?

Before he could even stutter out another word, you muttered a small sorry before you ran off. Thankful that the dinner had occurred at the Kent house rather than your own home which was a few minutes away so that you wouldn't have to face your family.

…

You hadn't stopped running until you reached your bedroom, you paced around before opening your window and letting sobs escape into the evening air. You were an embarrassment, if Clark could barely look at you before, how could he look at you now, after hearing what you had asked him? The chilly fall air caused goosebumps to raise against your arms which you paid no mind to as you slumped over the windowsill, tears cascading down your dampened cheeks. You hardly noticed the man until he spoke.

"Hearing a lady as beautiful as you cry," he started, "well, it just breaks my heart to see." You yelped, fluttering away from the window in shock at the sudden words, only for your eyes to widen in shock at the sight of the vibrant blue and red of the man's suit.

"You," you gasped.

"Me," he replied.

"Y-You're that... Superman they got in the papers; who can fly, and shoot lasers outta his eyes," you said in astonishment from your spot on the floor as the Superman gracefully squeezed himself through your open window, his red boots thumping onto the floor. You watched as he reached forward and offered you a hand, his eyes shining mischievously.

"So you've heard of me?"

"I may be a farm girl, but I'd have to be living under a rock in an old boot to have not heard of you," you replied, taking his hand and yelping as he easily pulled you up, your eyes face to face with the decorative symbol on his chest. You noticed elaborate patterns woven into the fabric of his suit, realising the theories that he was some sort of alien must have been true due to the fact the material seemed out of this world entirely. The blue, red, and yellows shimmering as though it was alive.

He chuckled, "a rock in an old boot? You have a funny way with words." He smiled, and you noted that he had dimples.

"That I do," you said, taking a step back. "Now why exactly are you here? Last I seen in the papers, you tend to fight off bad business owners and bank robbers, and I ain't robbed no banks, Mr. Superman." You were anxious by his presence, it came across as odd that he'd be in your bedroom.

"Call me, Superman," he simply stated. "Mr. Superman is my father." You raised your brow at his awful sense of humour, it was at though he was socializing for the first time ever, and for all you knew, he could have been. "And fighting people isn't all I do, sometimes... Well, sometimes, when a civilian seems like they're in distress, I stop by and see if I can cheer 'em up. Now, do you wanna talk about your problems, I promise I'm a good listener-- and a good punching bag too."

"Well, Superman, I'm set to marry someone who I think doesn't wanna marry me. Our folks have set this up our whole lives, and well..." You trailed off, realising that you had said too much. You had meant to say something sarcastic, but instead ended up basically confessing your worries anyway.

"How can you be so sure he doesn't want you?"

"I just am," you snapped, causing him to wince. "Sorry, I just know..."

"Well," he replied before taking a seat on the couch below your windowsill, which funny enough still made him taller than eye level. "You seem like a swell girl; funny and pretty, what else could he need? Maybe he's... Shy... Or bad with words…"

You scoffed, "he's shy alright." You turned your head, hoping he couldn't see the embarrassment upon your face at being called pretty. You couldn't recall if a man had ever called you that before, and the thought caused more tears to escape down your face.

"Oh no," he whispered. He sat up in his spot, his arms reaching up as though he was nervous to touch you, before he settled on laying them clenched in his lap. "I was just trying to cheer you up, but it seems I just upset you more."

You could hear the pain in his voice, and for a second you wondered how selfless a person had to be to be a hero. You'd seen him in the local papers doing all sorts of things, fighting bad guys, monsters, aliens, with a smile for the press photographs, Yet here he was, pained by the thought of having hurt your already delicate feelings. He was simply too kind for his own good, you were used to kindness and southern hospitality, but this was different.

"Please don't be upset," you said. "It's... it's just that I don't think a man has ever called me pretty before, so hearing it for the first time like this... Well, I guess it's a lot."

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

"That fiancé of yours sure is a fool then," he said bitterly, and yet it felt as though malice was new to him. "Why... If you were mine, I think I'd remind you everyday just how beautiful you are. So... So, don't cry over clowns like him, okay?" Clark, a fool? He was many things, but you never saw him as an idiot. He was often mistaken for one with all his clumsy habits, but Clark was smart, your mother always said that boy had a good head on his shoulders. She said you were smart too, but you were always too impulsive.

You were about to show her just how impulsive you could be.

You weren't sure if it was your own lack of agency that pushed you to do this next move, or perhaps the thrill of getting close to a man who was supposedly made of steel. Perhaps, it was the fact that in that moment, you were a young woman, and he was a man, and he said something that lit up something deep in you that had never been lit up before. You walked hesitantly over to him, gingerly bringing your hand to his cheek, and planted a kiss on his lips. You felt his hesitation, and nearly pulled away before suddenly he grabbed you and pulled you close, lifting your body effortlessly as he stood up and kissed you hungrily.

It felt as though he had been waiting for this, though you weren't sure if this was your own delusion.

Every few moments you pulled away to gasp for air before returning to his lips, your fingers scaling all over his uniform, feeling the ridges curiously as you had never been so close to a man before in your life, let alone one as strong as this one. A sense of guilt filled your stomach at the thought of Clark, only to wash away as the hero's mouth moved to your neck. Your breathing growing heavier as he grew more bold. Hesitantly you grabbed the front of his suit and pulled until he understood and carried you over to your bed, dropping you gently on its edge. Your dress had ridden up, exposing your inner thighs as he adjusted himself between them. His fingers moved to unravel the front of your dress, allowing for your breasts to spill out and immediately be claimed by his lips. Eagerly, he sucked whilst his hand squeezed and rubbed your other breast.

The pace had jumped quickly, but you were eager to continue, bucking your hips up to meet his. A groan escaped his lips as your pelvis met the hard mass beneath his suit.

"How does this come off?" You asked him, breathlessly. He removed his lips from your breast, and stared at you in a haze for a moment before in a flash of red and blue he reappeared on top of you void of his suit. Gingerly, you reached your hand to feel his naked chest, noting the way his heart was beating eratically, though if he was nervous he didn't show it.

"Can you... Can you touch me?" You asked hesitantly.

He looked at you curiously before he realized what you meant. Carefully his hand moved, squeezing your inner thigh before making contact with your soaked cunt. You felt something twitch against your thigh as his fingers began to prob, gingerly swirling around your wetness before entering you with a soft moan. You gasped at the sensation, your hips bucking to meet his fingers eagerly as he slowly pumped you with curiosity. You watched his eyes, noting the way he looked past your garments in wonderment at the way his fingers delved deep inside you. A sudden curve in his finger led to a loud moan from you, and he paused in his movements, now staring at your expression before repeating the motion. His blue eyes locked onto your strained face as he continued to rock his fingers and curve them inside you, meeting that special squishy spot.

"Please..." you murmured.

"What do you need?" He asked, another finger moving inside you now, as he bent down closer to your face, brushing loose hair away from your forehead tenderly as though you were lovers. You could feel it, large and warm against your thigh, twitching occasionally with every moan you let out.

Was this what it felt like to be desired?

"Can you... Put it in me?" You felt your face grow hot at your own words, knowing there was no going back from this.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, as though it would be a secret, as though he wouldn't judge you for allowing him to defile you, to ruin you, to destroy any chance of your wedding if anyone were to find out.

"Yes," you gasped as his fingers hooked into you one last time before leaving your body. You hardly had any time to miss them until you felt the brush of something solid push against your walls. You reached your arms around his neck, in awe at the way his hair still remained gelled back except for the one perfect curl in front of his face.

He cooed softly at you as you tensed, his cock delving deeper into you, splitting you apart, and for a brief moment you wondered if love was a form of murder. He paused, peppering kisses across your face before continuing until you felt his balls slapping against your folds. You laid there for a moment, before you felt him slowly rock back and forth on top of you, creating a steady rhythm. More moans escaped your lips as you curled your legs around his waist, the white of your dress pooling around your stomach.

His pace grew faster as he watched your bare breasts bounce on your chest, his eyes transfixed on your body.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. You could feel the heat on your cheeks from his words.

"Y... You're just saying that," you replied.

"No," he said. His thrusts hadn't paused for even a moment as he stared, transfixed, "I think you're the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen."

"I bet you say that to all the girls whose windows you crawl into," you smirked, suddenly bold as you circled your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you.

He scoffed, "Just you," he murmured something else you couldn't quite catch, but you didn't worry on it as you felt something in the pit of your stomach, a tightening as though you were you being pushed off an edge.

"Please," was all you could say, pathetically as you let out another moan. As if understanding, he continuing his thrusting, his hand reaching down to touch and prod at you before they landed on a delicate little pearl and began to swirl. You let out a near scream at this, though he remained undeterred as he continued his work, his eyes still on you as you squeezed around his cock, cumming and producing more slick as his continued his thrusts.

He bit his lip before his hands moved to grab your hips, squeezing gently as he pumped into you rapidly, your sore legs bouncing, and your thighs jiggled at his thrusts until suddenly he sank impossibly deep into you and stilled his hips.

You peeked up in confusion, until you felt the sensation of warm liquid pooling into your cunt. A sensation of fullness until he pulled his cock out and you could feel the liquid dribble down your aching thighs. Now, as he stood tall, you had a moment to appreciate the muscles across his expansive chest, as well as the tuft of hair below his navel that led to his still erect member.

The sight caused you to clench, and ashamedly you felt his cum drip down your thighs again.

“I…” You were unsure of what to say as you sat up, and noted bits of blood in your bedsheets along with his semen. The sight caused a hitch in your breath as you finally processed what you had done.

As if in understanding, the Superman came close and cradled you in his arms as silent tears trailed down your face. “It’s okay,” he said. “We didn’t do anything wrong. What we did was special,” he concluded. His fingers moved to wipe away your tears, and you marvelled at their softness realizing despite his heavy labour as a hero, the softness of his skin would never change.

“Special?” You scoffed. “I’ve doomed myself… My wedding night… He’ll know, mama always said men will know and I have to stay pure…”

“Trust me when I say it won’t matter,” he said. At the unsure look in your eyes, he continued. “Please,” he begged. Despite your mother’s words, despite your teachings, you felt as though you could trust him in that moment. After all, he was a hero, wasn’t he?

Before you could respond however, you heard the opening of your house’s door downstairs and your mother’s faint voice asking if you were home. Before you could even panic, you felt a bright flash and a sudden lurching of your figure.

You now stood fully dressed, facing your bed which had fresh sheets you recognized from your closet.

The Superman was nowhere to found, but the soreness and slickness between your thighs was ever present.