("We choose to love, we do not choose to stop loving.")
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Word count: 4.4k
Warnings: Angst, mentions of injuries, baby (?), some cringe writing, one curse word (tell me what I missed pls)
A/n: These are my children, I suck at grammar ish. Don't hurt me like I've hurt them-
Hephaestus lay asleep on his side of the bed, snoring loudly. Meanwhile, Marinell had been staring at the ceiling, restless for what he will do, he turned to Hephaestus and reached out a hand. Marinell went to caress his cheek, then hesitated.
His thoughts spun and ran in his mind, he has had months of preparation. But would he ever be ready for it? No, he wouldn’t. However, Hephaestus and Euphrosyne will be safer if he did. Hephaestus was still healing from his wounds, not even Marinell’s healing abilities could help.
Marinell’s eyes welled up with tears, he pinched his nose and covered his mouth as he let out a shuddery breath. He knew that Hephaestus’s mental health would take a hit from this, but he knew that Euphrosyne would be his reason to keep on going. Throughout his pains, Hephaestus would not be one to give up. Especially on a child he had waited for for so long.
Marinell turned away, shutting his eyes and hoped the land of slumber would take him. For tomorrow at twilight’s shine, he will have to leave his family behind. He shan’t tell Hephaestus, for his love will persuade him. Marinell would become weak for him, giving in to his every whim. Perhaps Hephaestus hating him would make it a great deal easier, for all of them. Marinell knows that he will be a prisoner for his family, it hurts him that he may never see his daughter grow up. He may never age, but he will know that his loved ones will wither away upon the coming years. For Death shall ring Her tolls and guide them to the afterlife.
Marinell wishes to have more time with both of them, but the longer he goes, the more it’ll hurt. His daughter may never know him, but it is a comfort knowing that she will be safe from his family. They both will. Bearing punishment for them was worth it, even if he had to go through it twice over. Hephaestus already experienced much due to his curse. Marinell wasn’t much for praying to other deities, having only known his family would be there to give him anything… But for this? Marinell had pleaded and begged any one that may listen to his call, ‘Strengthen my husband, strengthen my daughter, protect them, I offer anything. I beg, I plead, I show upon any of thee that I am willing and able. Protect my husband from himself, protect him from wrongdoers or anything that may cause harm. I beg and plead a sorrowful song unto any who listens to me.’
He finished his prayers and started to slowly succumb to rest, Oneiros guiding Marinell slowly. As he almost stepped a foot into the land of Dreaming, a sharp cry rang in the air. Startling him and Hephaestus awake, Hephaestus sat up beside him. He then groaned and pressed his chest, massaging it as he heaved and wheezed just a bit.
Marinell swung his legs off the bed, he then rubbed his eyes. He blinked blearily as he stood, Hephaestus then made a noise of protest, he then spoke up “No no, cara mia. I can handle this. You’ve done enough yesterday, or is it still today? Whatever, you’re hogging Euphrosyne and that’s quite unfair, beloved.” Hephaestus walked to Marinell’s front, head leaning down a tad to meet his gaze. He raised a hand and rubbed Marinell’s cheek, pulling him in to kiss him. Marinell deepened the kiss, hands snaking their way behind Hephaestus’s neck. They slithered slowly and combed fingers into his hair.
The cries then became louder, Hephaestus pulled away while Marinell’s head spun at the lack of oxygen. Hephaestus pushed Marinell’s chest so that he sat on the bed, “Right, I’ll be back. Go to sleep, darling, you look like you need it. The princess awaits.” He chuckles as he walks out of the room. Marinell smiled sadly, no more days like this. No more kisses that fill his heart and soul, only the guilt and longing that will replace it. A void that would perhaps consume every fiber of his being.
Marinell finally let the dam break, an onslaught of tears fell, making it hard to see. He couldn’t anymore, the thought crashed heavily on him. Apathy could only hold the feeling off for so long. The lack of sleep pulled his emotions to overdrive, making it hurt all the more than it had when he numbed it down. He grasped at his heart, trying to make the hurt lessen. Marinell shoved his head into his pillow, taking in stuttering breaths. He calmed his breathing, following the patterns he was taught by Hephaestus. Deep breaths in, and deep breaths out. Marinell shut his eyes for the umpteenth time, clearing his throat. Might as well force his body to sleep…
*footstep*
*footstep*
*Creeee-ak*
Hephaestus stepped in with Euphrosyne in tow, he couldn’t resist bringing along the darling girl. She cooed softly in her sleep, Hephaestus rocked her gently. He looked to Marinell’s form on the bed, a calming feel washed over Hephaestus. He walked quietly as he could to bed, pulling up the covers and climbing in. He then settled Euphrosyne in between him and Marinell, placing a gentle kiss on her nose, to which she sneezed in response which made Hephaestus let out a small laugh, settling in and letting out a big sigh. Time for rest.
*the following day*
The sun rose and shone brightly, gleaming through the curtain. The beams glaring at Marinell, he squinted his eyes and let out a small sound. Covering his eyes from the harsh light, he turned and found the bed empty. His mind was still hazy from sleep, Marinell was confused, but not for long. For the sounds of singing and giggling had answered his question, it was followed by the sound of sizzling. Marinell grinned slightly, shaking his head as he stood up. Then he was struck by the thought of him leaving later, the smile swiped from his face as quickly as it had come.
Marinell took a breath in, willing himself to walk out the door. If this was their last day together, might as well make it special for them. Sweeten the betrayal before it befalls on them, this shall forever pierce their memories.
Marinell walked slowly to the kitchen, Hephaestus had his back turned to him. Euphrosyne sat on her high chair, gnawing on her chubby fist. A pink cap on her head, covering the wispy brown mixed with aquamarine. She grabbed her seashell rattle that sat in front of her, shaking it as wildly as she could. Hephaestus let out a laugh, “Careful with that, seashell, it just might fly out of your wee hand,”
As he uttered those words, Euphrosyne threw the rattle at the floor.
“Speaking of. You’re such a cheeky baby, Euphrosyne. What will me and your father ever do with you, my seashell?” Hephaestus turned and saw Marinell in the doorway, his arms were crossed as he looked upon his husband and child. Hephaestus arched a brow, picking up the seashell rattle and putting it in front of Euphrosyne who only picked it up, shaking it as wildly as she could once more. Hephaestus spread his arms, grasping at Marinell and hugged him. Hephaestus pulled his head back, “Good morning, cara mia. I’ve made us some breakfast. Your favorite, some fried potatoes and garlic fried shrimp. You deserve it for taking care of our little tulip.” He placed his forehead on Marinell’s, living in the moment. Euphrosyne squealed, making the two men laugh, Marinell spoke, “Alright, you noisy bub. C’mere.” Marinell walked over and plucked Euphrosyne out of her seat.
Hephaestus went back to cooking, throwing a tea towel over his shoulder and swiping at the beads of sweat that formed. Tossing the food around a bit before grabbing a plate, placing the food onto it. Marinell opened a window that overlooked the seashore, the sounds of the ocean waves and the seagulls filling their ears. The salty smell of the sea hitting his and Euphrosyne’s noses. Euphrosyne reached a hand out to the vibrant blue waves of the sea, as if it called to her.
Marinell was worried about it, but it was bound to happen. His connection to the sea would pass on to her, of course it would! Her fist clenched and unclenched, a tiny whine escaping her mouth. She looked at her father, pouting as her eyes watered. Marinell shook his head, “No, dear one. We can’t-”
“Sure, we can!” Hephaestus hugged Marinell from behind, kissing Euphrosyne’s chubby cheek. Euphrosyne slapped away Hephaestus, his beard especially unpleasant to her in the morning. As well as the fact that she is currently not getting what she wants.
“Oi, little missy, I’m on your side! How could you… My once loving daughter... Hurt me so much.” Hephaestus said dramatically, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes and placed the back of his hand on his forehead. Marinell let out a small laugh, kissing Euphrosyne’s other cheek. Her face was a tad rosy, as if embarrassed and upset. She burrowed herself into Marinell’s neck, a hand grasping tightly onto his tunic.
Hephaestus stepped back, “Guess we know who’s your favorite huh, sweetheart?” Euphrosyne merely thumbed the cloth of Marinell’s tunic, eyes still looking out the window. Hephaestus spoke once more, “Alright, settle her down, cara mia. We should eat and then go down by the beach. I have an off day from the library and Yelena has it handled for fishing. Family day out! I can finally spend some time with you lot.” He settled back on the counter, taking a drink from a mug of warm water with ginger in it. He gestured at the plate that was set on the table. A bowl of mashed up potatoes and a separate bowl of fruits sat on the table of Euphrosyne’s high chair.
“What about you, Heph? You should eat as well, you’re still recovering.” Marinell arched a brow, as of late, Hephaestus had begun to eat irregularly. Cutting back on certain meals and losing more weight than normal. His once muscular physique had slimmed down, his age became more prominent on his face. The once energetic man he had been, slowly dissipating as time went by.
Hephaestus looked away and waved Marinell off, “It’s fine,” Marinell rolled his eyes, Hephaestus looked back at him and raised both hands, “Cara mia, I really am. Besides, I got a tad peckish an hour after I brought our princess to our bed. Loaded myself up with cheese and crackers, which reminds me, we should head to the markets later. I’ll tell you more of my plans as you eat. Hurry, food’s getting cold, beloved.” Hephaestus stood up and pulled a chair out, he then walked to pick up Euphrosyne. Hephaestus proceeded to smother her chubby face with kisses, she responded in kind by giggling and shoving his face away.
“So sorry to keep passing you around, darling. Now come on, you’re probably hungry.” Hephaestus stopped his attacks, looking into Euphrosyne’s silvery bluish green eyes. She drooled a bit, shaking her arm up and down as she began to babble. Hephaestus grinned from ear to ear, placing another small kiss on her button nose. He carefully situated her on her high chair, taking the tea towel off his shoulder and tying it around her neck as a makeshift bib.
It was a nice quiet morning, Marinell for the most part of it had watched Hephaestus feed their daughter. Laughing a bit as he saw Hephaestus try to make their daughter mimic him so she would eat. A stone settled into the pit of his stomach, this would be the last time he would ever see such an occurrence. He stared longer, trying to capture them the way that they are. Trying to sear this moment in his mind forever, although, in his heart, he knew he would never forget them. They were burned into the core of his being, traversing through every stream of his veins. For his love had bewitched him wholly.
After their breakfast, Marinell insisted on cleaning the plates while Hephaestus rested a tad. Well, he didn’t exactly follow through. He quickly got a move on packing things for their little adventure, Marinell could hear him telling Euphrosyne of what today will look like.
“First, my darling child, we shall go to the beach,” To which Euphrosyne squealed in response, Hephaestus laughed as she did so, “Yes, my seashell, the beach. Your favorite place. You truly are your fathers’s child. Now, after the beach, we shall return home for a nap. Following after said nap, the marketplace. We need more cheese and more clothes for you, ‘m afraid you’re growing too fast for your clothes, seashell.” Hephaestus said in a higher register, baby talk.
Marinell tuned out after, grabbing the other tea towel they had and wiped his hands dry. He stalked over to their bedroom, seeing Hephaestus packing an extra shirt in a bag. Euphrosyne sat on the bed, slobbering on a glass swan. Marinell then took it out of her mouth, causing her to yell. Marinell tsked, “We need to pack your clothes for later.”
“Already did that, snacks and packing. I need to be active in this family as well. Now, let’s go!”
Off they went to the beach near their home, Hephaestus and Euphrosyne being the only two who swam. Marinell was quite peeved off at the sea, not wanting to even touch it. He would comment once in a while about what Hephaestus and Euphrosyne were doing. They spent about an hour at most swimming, Euphrosyne had tired herself out from all the playing. Hephaestus walked back to the shore with the babe resting on his shoulder. Hephaestus chuckled, rubbing her back slightly. Marinell met him halfway, placing a towel over their child’s wet form. Hephaestus kissed him, “Thanks for always being there, love.”
Marinell caressed his cheek, “I do my best.”
The small family had gone home, resting for a tad before they went off to another adventure to the marketplace. Euphrosyne this time was strapped to Hephaestus, he would make her smell some of the food and if she had disliked it, he would return and pick another. Marinell would hang back at moments, then catch up. Sometimes he would be overly affectionate, sometimes he would be over protective. There was no in between, Hephaestus had even asked about it once. Marinell had merely shook it off. Saying that he’s always been this way, which backfired completely, because Hephaestus apologized profusely. Marinell covered his mouth with his hand, kissing his cheek and telling him not to worry. He clutched his husband’s hand, leading him to another area.
They played around for a bit near the school, then danced around for a bit to the band that were playing. Tossing a gold coin in the hat on the ground. Late in the evening, they had gone back home. Marinell and Hephaestus cooked dinner together, teasing each other at times. Euphrosyne would look at them and laugh, her hands clapping as she squeaks.
The day had ended and the fog of happiness in Marinell’s mind had gone. He was in the same debacle as yesterday however, he would be leaving soon. Forever. He waited for his husband to sleep, the moment he heard Hephaestus snore. Marinell carefully sat up, getting out of bed. He looked back at his husband, then turned away. Marinell opened their closet, he searched in the dark for a box. He found it quickly at the bottom, he stepped outside the room and went to the kitchen. Marinell placed the box on the table, he lit a lamp and opened the box. He picked up the bracers he hadn’t worn in years. A crown, his crown, laid under the bracers.
He took them out slowly, as if to stall. But he shouldn’t be late. Marinell placed the first bracer on his left, flinching at the way it clung to him. He took the right one and locked it in place. The crown was the finishing piece. Marinell wore it, the set was now complete. While some would have loved to have worn all these things, Marinell detested them. All these things solidified the fact that he was a prisoner to his family. Marinell looked at the clock that hung on the wall, he had 30 minutes to leave. His meeting spot with Nerissa was ways off, he could see it from the kitchen window. The glowing of the sea, his eyes glowed in return.
Marinell walked out of the door, shutting it gently to not make a noise. He walked forward, not glancing back even once.
Hephaestus snorted in his sleep, choking a bit on some spit. It effectively woke him up, he flopped to the other side, expecting to find another body but finding none. Hephaestus thought, “He must’ve gone to the bathroom.” Hephaestus was slowly drifting back to sleep.
A cry had woken him up, Hephaestus bolted straight up. He thought that Marinell might handle it, but the cry had gone on far too long for Hephaestus. He stumbled out of bed, “Coming, Euphrosyne,” he said groggily. Hephaestus opened the door to her room, picking her up from her crib. Her cries softened, Hephaestus let out a small laugh. He patted her back, hushing her gently as he hummed. “We spent the whole day together, sweet one. But you miss me still?”
Euphrosyne cooed in response, Hephaestus hummed more, “Well, let’s get you some milk. It’s usually your feeding time anyway. Let’s go, seashell.”
Euphrosyne gripped at her father’s beard, pulling harshly at it. He let out a pained groan, the pain waking him up. His eyes blinked away the last bits of sleep as he went to the kitchen. He carried her around as he took one of Euphrosyne’s bottles. Hephaestus turned on the light, he turned and saw the box on the table. A box he had seen before, a gust of wind hit him in the face before he could ponder on it some more. Hephaestus turned to the window, seeing the glowing sea.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
Hephaestus ran on the sand with Euphrosyne in tow, he hid her under his cloak. He could faintly see the outline of someone’s figure. Marinell. Hephaestus knew in his heart that it was Marinell, he moved faster. The wind bit at his face as it grew stronger, he clutched Euphrosyne tightly. His breathing grew rapid, his lungs beginning to struggle to get air in. He panted as his muscles burned, “MARINELL!” Hephaestus shouted, hoping to catch his attention. The wind grew louder, whistling in his ears.
“MARINELL!” He shouted as best as he could over the air, Euphrosyne managed to sleep through all of this. Hephaestus thanked whatever deity made it that his daughter hadn’t woken up. He could feel her small breaths on his neck as he strained his voice, “MARINELL!!!”
Marinell could hear his husband, but not once did he turn. Turning would only make it worse, he saw Nerissa standing guard at the meet up. Her tall figure is intimidating to any who may see her in the clearing. Marinell’s pace remained unfaltering, slow but steady; unfazed by the strengthening of the storm. His husband kept calling out to him. Marinell’s eyes shut, taking in a breath and striding forwards.
Hephaestus took big gulps of air, his lungs squeezing tightly. A jolt of adrenaline rushed through him as he heard the crackling of thunder. He lost feeling to all of his body, mind focusing on Marinell. Euphrosyne moved a little, but Hephaestus could barely notice. He was nearing Marinell, he took in gasping breaths; a hand reached forward and grabbed at Marinell’s forearm.
“Marinell! What’s going on, cara mia?” Hephaestus yelled.
Marinell spoke no words, head tilted and eyes aglow. His stare was distant, as if he were caught in a trance. Hephaestus shook him ever so slightly, cupping his face as Marinell stared through him. His once loving husband, gone without a moment’s notice. Nerissa had seen the commotion and stepped out of the water, drawing her sword from its sheath. She dripped head to toe with water, eyes glowing the same blue that had enraptured Marinell.
Hephaestus paid no mind as he gripped Marinell’s face, chest heaving up and down as he shook Marinell. Another crash of thunder and lightning struck as Nerissa pushed Hephaestus back. He dropped to the sand.
*BOOM*
*CRACK*
He raised his hand, as if that may shield them from her. He turned his body so that Euphrosyne may not be struck, Hephaestus held her a distance from him. She squirmed but slept still; Hephaestus closed his eyes. Preparing for the end that may come.
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….
…..
He waited with bated breath, but nothing came. No pain came. He heard a gasp from the woman, one of his eyes opened. Turning his head slowly, he saw the sword being thrown aside. The rushing winds blew his hood over his head, standing up, he looked to see what had happened. Marinell held the woman’s arm, staring into her very soul with fiery rage. The blue glow fading in and out of his irises.
They fully stopped after Marinell turned his gaze to his husband, his features softened as he dropped Nerissa’s arm. He wanted to speak, to utter apologies to Hephaestus. But his voice belonged to the sea… He cannot even whisper.
Marinell gestured for Hephaestus to stop, backing up slowly. Nerissa got her composure back, taking her sword back and sheathing it. She was terrified, yet she was still fierce. Her eyes glowed brighter, she stalked off to join the waters.
Hephaestus held a hand out for Marinell, Marinell felt the temptation to grasp it. His insides turned, burning him for rejecting Hephaestus. Their feet had touched the water, Hephaestus was tired of this, he snatched Marinell’s wrist, gripping his bracer tightly.
“Why?” His voice was broken, soft and was caught away in the rushing winds. Tears arose quickly in his eyes, the happiness of yesterday replaced with the sorrows of today.
Marinell shook his head, backing up further, they reached knee deep waters. The glowing casted at their faces from below, Hephaestus tightened his grip further, “Please, my love. Don’t leave us.” A tear fell down his face.
The water rose from below, engulfing Marinell at a natural speed, his face and arms remaining uncovered. They crept as Marinell mouthed the words, ‘Let me go, let me go, it’s alright.’
Hephaestus shook his head, face scrunching up as he felt Marinell pull away. Hephaestus saw the water nearing his hand, making him pull at Marinell. It was a futile attempt. The water kept him down, as if it were stone instead. The water pulled Marinell’s arm down, pinning it to his side. The water began to consume his face, his eyes beginning to glow once more.
‘I love you.’ He mouthed.
Hephaestus felt his heart rip in two as Marinell had been pulled under. The strange glow moved away quickly. He did not know what to do with himself at the moment. His eyes never left the glow, he stood there for what felt like a lifetime. Numb and heartbroken at the same time. A swirl of pain and hatred flowing within him.
Euphrosyne cooing broke him out of his thoughts, he looked down on her, looking at her small figure in his arm. She reached a hand out for him to take, and he did so. Giving her a finger to hold, he walked out of the water, back to his home.
The rain poured heavily from the heavens, shedding the lost tears of Hephaestus for him. He quickened his pace and began to sprint as the rain hammered upon them. Hephaestus covered Euphrosyne once more.
They had reached home, the light of the kitchen welcoming them. Hephaestus felt as though he died, his body moved on its own accord, giving Euphrosyne a warm bath and fresh clothes, feeding her the remainder of her milk. He tucked her in her crib, leaving without even looking at her. His feet dragged him to the kitchen, steps faltering as he fell to his knees. The storm raged outside as Hephaestus succumbed to the grief that called upon him. Willing him to fall into its arms.
He shivered as the air hit him, he was cold and tired. His insecurities ate him whole, not a piece of him went unharmed. He felt sick, he felt pain, he felt everything eat away at him. He took off his tunic, ripping the bandages that wrapped his healing scars. Hephaestus wrapped his arms around himself as he took in breaths.
Standing up, he went to find some alcohol. Something to distract him from all the raging demons within, something that will fill the hole and wash away the pain. He searched in every cabinet and cupboard, none. He seethed in frustration, pacing around the kitchen. Hephaestus ceased as something caught his attention.
The box.
He picked it up, opened it and found it empty…
Save for a ring.
Marinell’s ring.
It glinted under the light.
He crushed the box slightly as his hand held it tightly. Gingerly, he plucked it from its spot inside. He clenched it hard, hands shaking ever so slightly. It dug into the palm of his hand, his nails and the ring denting the skin. Hephaestus willed himself to stop, taking a breath in and opened his palm. It dropped into the box, he regained some of his senses; he walked back to his room. Stopping for a bit, he looked at Euphrosyne’s door.
He entered without a word, shoving the box under his armpit, he carried Euphrosyne out of her cot and brought her into his room. Hephaestus settled her in the middle, she made a noise before snoring lightly. Her father chuckled, then he turned to the closet; opening it and placing it at the bottom. He took some of Marinell’s clothes and shoved it atop the box. Letting out a sigh, he closed the doors. Hephaestus went to lay down, he will have to feel all of that tomorrow.
lars was not confident in the beginning of your relationship. he was insecure about not being the most attractive, he has a bit of pudge on his belly. he wasn’t the most confident guy in town. he was particular about his schedule and how his home was organized. but, most importantly, he couldn’t touch you. what kind of man doesn’t touch his own partner? what kind of man won’t kiss them?
he didn’t dare speak these thoughts out loud. you have always loved loudly. whether that means verbally saying your thoughts, or doing something for someone else. you weren’t afraid to let people know you care, you love them. lars especially admired that about you. the way you give yourself up so effortlessly to those around you. and you never expected anything back! and if you heard lars was doubting himself, oh he’d never hear the end of it. neither would anybody in town.
so imagine his surprise when you said the sweetest words to him unprovoked. constantly.
“hi lars, honey! you look extra handsome today!” a huge smile taking over your face. eyes shining with nothing less than pure adoration- directed right at him! he’d get bashful, head turning to look at the ground, harsh blinks scrunching his face as his cheeks blazed with the warmth of a thousand suns, shoulder coming up just the slightest bit as if to shield himself from the torrent of love coming from you.
you mean it.
“thank you, love bug. you look very nice too.” his voice just above a whisper, shy and unsure.
“oh, thank you lars!”
-
“lars! i was at the little strip mall, and guess what! they had so many different sweaters in this one store, so i went ahead and got you a couple. what do we think?” you burst through his door, just slightly tamer than a hurricane, practically bouncing on your feet. your own sweater is rumpled from your quick movements, and in your hands are at least four bags from your day in town.
once you settle, and drop the bags onto the couch, your hands are immediately diving into a bigger brown paper bag. a soft, dark green fabric is swiftly pulled out, looking extra warm in the soft lighting of lars’ home. it’s obviously an expensive cashmere sweater, one you picked out just for him.
“doesn’t it look so soft, baby?” you take a step closer to him, head coming up to face him from looking at where your hands fuss with the fabric resting in them. your body stops just shy of him, enough distance to not be touching, but close enough to feel each other’s body heat.
he clears his throat, “uh, yeah. yeah, it looks really soft, honey. but, you didn’t have to buy this for me.”
his hands clench and unclench in fists by his side, unsure what to do with them. he has a shy smile pulling at his lips, turning the mustache you oh-so adore up at the ends.
“oh, don’t be silly! this will look so good on you! try it on, i want to see you in it. please, honey?” your voice is just shy of a beg. the sweater gets pushed into his chest as you corral him to the bathroom so he can change without your prying eyes.
lars finds he has no choice but to try it on. he takes off the current, familiar brown sweater he knows you also love. with the way your hands run over the fabric and stop on his chest as you stretch up to plant a wet kiss on his cheek every time he wears it, he finds he doesn’t need words to know how much you adore it. the kiss burns slightly, but he always lets it slide when he sees your beaming smile and warm cheeks when you pull back- his own cheeks flaming in return.
he pulls the green fabric taught and he examines it. it’s soft alright. it has a slight fuzz to it, and the stitching at the seams are very well done.
when he exits the bathroom, you sit on the couch, head snapping up when you hear the door unlock. your pretty eyes widen as you take in your handsome boyfriend. his eyes drag up to meet yours, soft and a little nervous. hands wringing because he never knows what to do with them, and you find it incredibly charming how awkward he is. the white collar peaks out of the sweater so perfectly, and it hugs him just right. pushing softly into the chub of his belly that you love more than life, and his shoulders look deliciously broad under the warm fabric.
“lars… you look so handsome,” you rise from the couch in pure awe, eyes shining with nothing but love, “you look so good, honey.”
“are you sure? it’s a little tight on my stomach.” he’s shy, you note. the carpet flattens under his freshly shined shoes as he shuffles in place. his hands raised to pull the fabric further down his torso, but you quickly stop him, hands gripping his wrists lightly.
“no, no. it looks perfect. you look perfect, honey. i love your tummy, sweetheart. oh, i could give you a kiss!” gushing at him, you squeeze his sweater covered wrists as your knees bend up and down in what could only be described as cuteness aggression personified.
lars chuckles at your declaration. you want to kiss him? you? kiss lars? wow. you’ve been together a little while, but only ever kissed his cheek after he finally gave you permission. hand holding is far and few between, but he can handle a pinkie here and there. but a kiss? he hasn’t really put too much thought into. will it hurt? and if it does, will it be worth it? he could try…
“you can kiss me, love bug.” you still at the whisper that leaves his mouth, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. your eyes rake over his face, looking for any sign of doubt. instead, you find the typical shyness you always see on your boyfriend’s face; but you also find a hint of eagerness, excitement. he really wants you to kiss him. and who are you to deny the most handsome and loving man you know a kiss?
your hands run up his arms, stopping at his shoulders, “you’re sure?”
“mhm. i’m sure.” his head nods up and down eagerly.
“okay.. can i touch you, honey?”
“… yeah.”
your hands slowly slide up, one resting on his neck, the other on his cheek. his eyes scrunch closed, and you wait for him to acclimate. you won’t go further until he says you can. lars appreciates this more than he thinks you’ll ever know. your never ending patience. why you’re with him, he will always question.
once he nods and his eyes stay closed but not scrunched, you lightly pull his face towards you. his hands come up to tentatively land on your hips, squeezing once they find purchase.
the moment your lips connect, you pause. you wait for him to pull away, but he doesn’t. instead, a sharp intake of breath through his nose meets your ears. and suddenly, lars is deepening it. it’s soft, a little wet, and definitely desperate. he finds that he’s wanted this just as much as you have.
and guess what? it doesn’t burn. not like he’s used to. it’s a new feeling for sure, but one he finds isn’t unwelcome. in fact, he wants to do it again and again.
he hums as one of your hands finds purchase in his hair, lightly tugging. his hands pull you closer by the waist, wanting you impossibly close. your head tilts a little to the side as you allow him to pull you closer.
you pull back for air, both of you breathing heavy and eyes closed. his nose nudges yours as he lightly rests his forehead on yours.
“you okay?” your voice is just a breathy whisper, hands settling on his chest as you listen to his heavy breathing.
“y-yeah. i’m okay. i love you.” his hands squeeze your hips again.
“i love you too, lars. so, so much.”
later that night, you’re sat just next to each other on the couch as he watches tv, and you read a book.
“i think it’s safe to say the sweater looks really good on you, yeah?” your eyes lock as you turn to look at him. you smile at him as he smiles at you.
he chuckles, “yeah, i think so.” he waits for you to go back to your book before he presses his lips to your temple.
hiii, this is sort of a rushed post and a simple idea but sometimes they are the best!!! 🩷
Leon’s eyes shift from the paper report next to his hand, as he taps his dark brown wood desk with a pen, to the bright blue screen in front of him. It’s one of those nights where he’s not able to fall asleep, having come back home from a mission a few days ago so it’s not really a surprise.
You’re asleep in your shared bedroom, tangled in your soft silk sheets.
Leon sighs softly, he’s tired but he continues his work. His hand rests on the keyboard for a second before he continues to type.
´Unit entered the lab, meeting with a large variety of bio weapons. From tyrants to lickers.´
Leon stills. The footsteps approaching from the hallways are so quiet at first he thinks he’s imagining them. He looks up from his lap, to meet his daughter standing right in front of his desk.
She’s wearing a light blue pajamas that can barely be seen because she carries this enormous pink teddy bear, almost as big as she is, from its armpits. Her blue eyes are fixated on Leon as he lowers the screen of his laptop, enough for the screen to go black.
¨Daddy…¨ She mumbles against the fabric of her teddy bear, not looking away from Leon. ¨I can’t sleep.¨
Without hesitation, he drags the chair to the side, revealing his legs.
¨C’mere, honey.¨ He taps his thigh a few times as he extends one hand.
She immediately sets the teddy bear in one of the chairs Leon has in front of his desk. Her tiny feet pad across the room before she climbs onto his lap. There’s nothing gracefully about it, she uses her knees and elbows.
Finally she sets sideways against Leon’s chest. He wraps one arm around her automatically while the other brushes a strand of her hair away from her face.
¨Bad dream?¨
She nods.
¨The monster one?¨
She nods again.
¨I figured.¨ He kisses the top of her messy hair. ¨Monsters are pretty dumb, you know.¨
¨Really?¨ She looks up.
¨Mhm.¨ Leon nods as his eyebrows go up. ¨They don’t like dads.¨
¨They don’t?¨
¨Nope.¨ He pauses for a second. ¨They see one and think, ´Aw, man. Not this guy again.´¨ Leon gestures every word.
A tiny sleepy giggle escapes and Leon relaxes. The true mission is already half accomplished.
She blinks tiredly around the desk as she melts against Leon’s embrace. Her little finger points towards one of the reports.
¨What’s that?¨
Leon glances down; black folders, hazard reports, names, some photos peeking out he’d rather she never sees. He quietly flips the folder closed before answering.
¨Just work, baby.¨
¨What work?¨
¨The boring kind.¨
She frowns ¨It doesn’t look boring.¨ Leon smiles softly.
¨It becomes boring when you’re my age.¨
¨Nooo. Daddy’s so old.¨
¨I’m not that old, little lady.¨ He pokes her stomach, making her giggle as she shifts around.
Immediately the report Leon has been trying to copy on his computer catches her attention.
¨So many words.¨
¨There are.¨ He agrees.
¨Did you write all of them?¨
¨Unfortunately.¨
¨I wrote 5 words at school!¨ She says excitedly. ¨Why do you work at night?¨
Leon laughs softly as he kisses her forehead. He knows she’s at that age where questions come like rapid-fire.
¨So I can play with you during the day.¨
¨And why don’t you work during the day?¨
¨Because someone has to work at night.¨
¨Why?¨ She frowns.
¨Because bad guys don’t rest.¨
¨Like the monster…¨ She says, crossing her arms in front of her. ¨Daddy.¨
¨Mmh?¨
¨But why you work at night?¨
Leon freezes for a second. He absolutely has no idea how to explain it to a five-year-old.
¨You know- It’s… uh…¨ He tries anyways, she listens carefully. ¨Some jobs happen when the sun is up.¨
¨Like mommy’s!¨ She jumps.
¨Exactly, honey.¨ He nods at her. ¨And mine sometimes happens when the moon is up.¨
She frowns for a second as she looks around the room. She’s thinking, hard, way too hard before her eyes snap open as she covers her mouth with both of her hands.
¨Daddy! Are you…¨ She shifts closer to Leon’s face. ¨Batman?¨
Leon stills for a second before shaking her head as he laughs.
¨Almost.¨
Eventually, she asks less and less questions. Each answer Leon gives her gets quieter. She pauses longer. Her head gets heavier against his chest.
¨Daddy.¨
¨Yeah?¨
¨I like your heartbeat.¨
Leon smiles to himself.
¨It’s loud.¨ She continues as she closes her eyes.
¨It is?¨
¨Mhm. Makes the monsters go away.¨ Her words get dragged out before she finally falls asleep.
Leon leans back in the chair, with his sleeping baby girl curled against his chest. Her teddy bear forgotten in front of Leon’s desk and whatever the deadline those reports had… it can wait until the morning.
Right now, his most important job is making sure his little girl, who couldn’t fall asleep, feels safe enough to dream again.
Eventually, you get up to grab some water. You open your daughter’s bedroom gently, but she’s nowhere to be found until you catch Leon’s office room dim light. You make you way there and you’re greeted with the most sweet image ever.
Leon’s asleep, your baby girl fist grabs his tank top loosely, her head rests against his chest as it comes up and down slowly. One arm wrapped around her, while the other rests against his thigh.
You shake your head as you make your way back to your bedroom, already anticipating tomorrow’s conversation with Leon in which he complains about his back hurting.
Guys, it's my take on the recent trend on tiktok where you send the wrong pictures. It's not even explicit or anything; I really wrote this because I wanted a little break from my WIP's, but anyway, tell me if u liked it!
divider credit : @ColdXperience and @viviansturns, thanks!
Sometimes, despite having a PhD on his wall, despite being adored by all the kids at school and single-handedly bringing down the ‘’Best Teacher Of The Year’’ Award because he won it too many times in a row (‘’Five time!’’ he likes to remind her giddily), she is almost certain that Ryland Grace is the most oblivious person that has ever graced planet Earth. Haha, Grace who graced planet-
Alright, she is spending way too much time with the kids at school. And on TikTok, as per their recommendation, she lost herself in the app for the last twenty minutes instead of grading, and she wants to kick herself because she is never behind on grading papers.
Unlike Grace, she likes to make fun of him for that and thinks about it. She smiles; the vision of his flustered face whenever she teases him on Monday mornings as he jabs a finger at her is something she cherishes deep in her heart.
Somehow, in the last year or so, if you needed to find Grace, you could come in her classroom and more than once, you’ll find them giggling like idiots over something only them could understand. Sometimes, even Jody and Colt cannot understand the extent of their idiocies.
And she likes it that way. Having this bond with the science teacher, this special third thing they don’t know what to call. Well, she knows what it is.
Rosy cheeks, fluttering hearts, and the first time she saw his muscled arms, she felt like a Victorian man who had seen an ankle for the first time. It’s almost cliché, really, but it’s Grace after all. And no one can hold it against her for falling hopelessly in love with Ryland Grace.
And she thought, well, let me tell him. Let me show him I am interested in him. We’ve been friends for a while; would it be weird to at least try something? Right? And damnit, I am getting old, and it’s been so long since I’ve went out with someone. She exposed her plan to Jody because the woman is way too intelligent for everyone’s sake, and she is going out with his twin brother. If there is someone who could help her, it would be Jody, right? Well, she did help her, but one thing stuck with her; she shrugged it away because, after all, Ryland couldn’t be that oblivious, right?
Right?
God, she was fucking wrong.
Like, the other day, during the weekend where mostly sane adults don’t wanna think about school or work and especially not colleagues, she saw an ad for Chinese takeout, and she found some old Star Wars movie DVD; well, her thought was clear as the day. She would have more fun watching it while eating some takeout with Grace!
And it’s not like he isn’t responding because he is! He came to her appartement in record time that Saturday evening, his hair still damp from the shower, his silly gummy smile adorning his adorable face, and he came to her bearing a bag of candies and two bottles of Soda. Wearing his oh, so cuddly and comfy fox cardigan that ended up on her shoulders more than once.
Sugar rush and shrimp fried rice. What better formula is there out there?
Well. She thought she was clear; she thought she was direct, and she thought it would be the day or rather the evening, she and Ryland Grace would declare their feelings for one another and kiss each other silly on the mouth on her old couch like dumb teenagers. Heck, she even see the way his eyes drops to her lips more than once when they talked to each other on Friday morning when their classes started at 10, and they could eat breakfast at his favourite diner.
She was so certain, so absolutely certain it would happen and maybe she was being a tad too romantic by leaning her head on his shoulder, but to her credit, he put his own over hers, and they cuddled for crying out loud. Cuddling like lovesick lovers under her old blanket watching a Star Wars movie while he rambled on and on about the logistics of the ship or whatever.
God, she was in love with a dork.
And well, it didn’t happen. Even when she thought she looked particularly inviting by looking at him through her lashes. She took a long bath, smelled of roses and her hair was open, and she even wore a huge tee-shirt with a low neckline. She was almost borderline suggestive there. But alas, he only smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and diverted his eyes back to the movie.
And she was deflated, disappointed and almost angry at herself.
Maybe he was not attracted to women? Or maybe just not attracted to her, which is quite humbling and almost humiliating, but damnit, Grace couldn’t be the perfect man and like to hang-out with her just because he liked to do so, right? He must feel something, but if he didn’t and she just forced herself upon him, she didn’t want to make him feel like he owed her or something.
She can be perfectly fine by just being his friend. But it would take time to accept, because she realised how much she appreciated the man. Beyond mere aesthetics, not that his eyes weren’t dreamy. He always listens to her whenever she rambles, sometimes even late at night. He always drapes his cardigan around her shoulders even when he doesn’t have to, and whenever they buy candies, he never get her Skittles because he knows she hates it and brings her a pack of MnM’s. Not the simple yellow pack, the blue one with the crunch in them because she told him one time, one single time that she liked them.
Whenever she is feeling down, or her mood is down, she finds those MnM’s packs on her desk at school.
How couldn’t she fall in love with a man like that? And it’s so ridiculous, she groans out loud, slapping her hand on her forehead. He is being kind; that’s it. She must be overthinking this.
What is the damn difference between her and her tween students? The answer is none.
The week is done, and even if she would like a repeat of the previous Star Wars weekend, she is not certain her heart can handle the rejection of not being wanted by Grace. Because the worst part isn’t that he won’t even wanna do anything with her anymore; he is such an unfairly kind person he’ll go above and beyond to make her feel better about it. But right now, she just wanted to mope in her couch and watch anything that didn’t reminded of blue eyes and blond ruffly hair.
She packed her ungraded stack of copies in her tote-bag, cursing out the damned TikTok app because now, she cannot even watch anything mindlessly and has to focus on these essays she gave to the 9th graders. She was so focused on packing everything that she didn’t noticed the shadow of a yellow raincoat from the corner of her eyes and jumped a little bit when he approached her desk.
He raises his hands, ‘’Wow, there, sorry.’’ He chuckled, rubbing his neck, ‘’I didn’t scare you, did I? She shook her head, a faint smile on her face, trying to avoid his eyes, which he did notice
‘’I’m tired, and I am behind on grading, so I have to catch up on all of this.’’ He gasps, theatrically grabbing his shirt and looking at her with wide eyes
‘’Miss Perfect is behind on grading? Oh my, are you okay?’’ he asks, slapping the back of his head on her forehead, mimicking a focused expression, ‘’Grace.’’ She chuckles despite herself, but he cuts her off
‘’Negative. No aliens took over your body.’’ he nods solemnly ‘’You are not winning Teacher Of The Year Award this year, woman.’’
‘’I thought they banned it because of you.’’ She pokes a finger in his chest as he scoffs
‘’There are some resistance groups, you know, underground elections and all of that.’’ He counters with a smile, and she cannot suppress her own
‘’And I bet you won them too?’’ She asks, and he nods, hair falling in his eyes, winking at her
God, he is such a dork. God, she was in love with a dork, and the mere sight of her smile and the sound of her laugh make his grow even bigger. ‘’There you go. Smiling. The balance in the Universe is now restored.’’ He sighs, content
‘’Why, because I smiled?’’
‘’Because you smiled.’’
She shakes her head, amused by his antics as she closes her class door and they walk towards the gates of the school, idly chatting about everything and nothing, jumping from one topic to another like they always does. And for a minute, she forgets it all and is just happy in his orbit, like she always does.
He is fastening his helmet when he reminds her of the upcoming exams, ‘’Can you send me the forms for students with special needs? Some of my kids need a computer for their final exams, and I heard you have to apply for that.’’ He shakes his head ‘’They’re so annoying with all the long procedures, I swear.’’
‘’Remind me to send it to you; I have it on my computer, but I have to find it first.’’
He nods, ‘’Alright, I’ll see you on Monday, then?’’ he asks, ‘’No Star Wars marathon?’’ he jokes, but she shrugs
‘’Gotta finish gradings, see you on Monday, Grace.’’
The food was boiling and all the essays to grade were sprawled on her dining table, and she still wasn’t focusing on the remaining work of hers. No, as she poured the sauce over the chicken, she found herself chatting with her friend. Or arguing, rather.
‘’Elis, I don’t know if I wanna do this now.’’ She groans, thinking of the white box on her bed ‘’I have a lot of things to do; I am so behind on work.’’ And she winces when her friend whines at her words
‘’Babe, please! Athea isn’t at home, and you’re the only one who has the same skin colour. I really wanna know if those piece of lingerie looks good on skin like yours. I need to ship the pieces before the end of the weekend. And my business is doing so well these days.’’
And it is, in fact, she has her own stack of lingerie pieces in her cupboard, and the quality was excellent; it wouldn’t hurt to wear some pieces and send pictures of her ass and breasts in those pieces, right? She shrugs; taking a look at them will take her only a few minutes. The food is almost ready anyway, she leaves the kitchen and goes back in her room, looking at the pretty white box on her bed.
She opens the lid, a soft gasp at the delicate sight of the yellow, almost golden colour of the lingerie that looked even more…erotic than her usually less flashy pieces, ‘’God, Elis, it’s beautiful.’’ She whispers, fingers grazing the delicate lace adorning the straps
‘’Right?’’ her friend shrieks in happiness, and she can’t help but let the excitement get to her, ‘’Alright. But-’’ she interrupts before Elis can shriek even louder ‘’I am at least taking a shower before, no negotiation!’’
‘’Sure, sure! Oh, baby, I love you, thank you so much!’’
And, she cannot lie, the lingerie pieces look absolutely stunning on her body. She never wore them to feel pretty or anything; they were more convenient pieces, and sometimes, she was braless more than anything else, but the way they pushed them, showing off her cleavage, was to die for.
And she hasn’t eaten yet, nor graded the godamn copies, not wanting to look bloated in the pictures. She thinks it’s not gonna take long, that it’s a matter of a few pictures and that’s it, right?
Well, Elis is a perfectionist, and she seems to adore how her friend look in the lingerie pieces, and she finds herself lying on her bed, putting the timer on to take the perfect pictures for her friend. Putting her hands under her breast, curving out her back or even lounging on her stomach to show off her ass. If anyone sees her like that, she is fucked.
After an hour or so, and because her stomach is rumbling, she decides it’s enough.
‘’Alright, Elis, I think you have more than enough pictures. I’ll send these one later, alright? I still have to eat and finish work.’’ She groans, and her friend finally relents
‘’Sure, thanks a lot, lovely. I’ll send a text if I need more pictures. I love you!’’
‘’Love you too, I’ll try to remember to send them.’’
She sighs, throwing her head back on her pillow and sighing because it’s finally done. Before sleep can take over, her stomach rumbles even louder, and she huffs, knowing she cannot sleep peacefully with an empty stomach.
‘’Alright, let’s go.’’
Honestly, it’s late; she is tired because the week has been fucking tiring, and she spent more time than necessary playing the wannabe model for her friend. She is halfway watching a documentary, working mindlessly on her computer, finally entering the grades of the copies, and when she sees texts from both of her friend, each asking for the pictures and the forms copies for their students, she doesn’t think more than necessary, sending both things via her computer and closing the computer.
And falls asleep peacefully because she can at least have a peaceful week-end without having any more copies to grade or pictures to take or look into the blue eyes of her hopeless romantic prospect. Ah, if only.
In the heart of San Francisco, in a little appartement on the other side of town, a blond science teacher drops his phone at the sight of the pictures the woman he has been hopelessly in love with for so long send her instead of the forms he asked for.
The next morning, she woke up peacefully, feeling rested. While she is brushing her teeth, she is looking at her phone, scrolling through social media, when a phone call from Elis interrupts her morning routine, ‘’Hey, Elis, what’s up?’’
‘’Girl, I didn’t ask for a form; I wanted you to send the remaining pictures.’’ she chuckles
Her eyes widens, coughing and she scrambles with her phone. Her shaking hands open the message app, and she yelps, a helpless cry.
‘’Babe, you still there?’’
No, she wasn’t. And she is gonna kill herself because she sent the lingerie pictures to Ryland. And it shows that he saw them. Every single one.
summary; ken discovers y/n's soft side after an argument.
warnings; sad ken, mentions of a panic attack. upset/angered reader, says things he doesn't mean. some angst but fluff at the end!! I think that's all? :'')
side note; I'm still new to writing for ken so I apologize if I haven't fully grasped his personality yet. leave feedback in the comments/reblogs! not proofread.
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“ y/n! please, talk to me! ” ken insisted for the umpteenth time throughout a span of fifteen minutes.
see, he's been pining after you like a puppy dog since you've woken up. the blonde resides in your house - and even though you've made it clear you're not interested in him that's a lie, he continues to bother you as if the pair of you are dating. from what you've heard, he used to be obsessed with barbie - and yes, you're aware of his situation of being a doll and coming from barbieland and all that complicated shit.
but, what you don't understand, is how he managed to find an interest in you. not only were the two of you complete opposites, but aren't dolls supposed to stick to their counterparts? barbie is his counterpart, isn't she? plus... do dolls even know about different sexualities, or is this one of those situations where labels aren't a thing?
well, no matter what the hell is happening, you just weren't bothered for it. ken was annoying you, actually making you regret taking the blonde in. again, a lie.
you just wished you could think. with him around, it was impossible to. work has been stressing you out, family troubles had arisen- you just didn't want the responsibility of a doll who was now in the real world as a fully grown man. did he even fucking age? probably not.
“ ken! ” you whirled around finally, stopping the male in his tracks from yapping your ear off again and again with the same choice of words. please talk to me, y/n! you were tired of it. “ please, for fucks sake, stop! ”
ken's worried expression turned down. his lips fell into a puppy-fied frown; his usual happy, sparkling blue eyes now reflecting... a broken sense of hope. “ what? ” he spoke quietly, voice cracking.
no, did he mess up..? was this... was this barbie, all over again?
surely not! y/n wasn't like that. he was always quiet; and even when he seemed moody, he was nice to ken! y/n didn't mind his presence, nor his quirky attitude, nor the fact that he could only ask questions and tell him how he was so good at beach!
... right?
“ ken, ” you took a deep inhale through your nose, closing your eyes to try and calm your growing irritation. once the irritating arose, so did the anger. and when you got angry- “ please. just... quit. I need some time to myself. ” your eyes opened back up, to show irises that held nothing but seriousness. “ do you understand? ”
“ but... y/n. ” ken breathed, quickly grabbing the hand that had lifted to make a knowing gesture - only to bring it to his chest with a big smile now lighting up his face! “ I'm here for you! I love you! please, let me he- ”
“ fucking- no! ” you snatched your hand away, only to probe a finger to his broad chest, which was displayed since the man never buttoned his shirts. “ I told you, again and again, that I need space right now. ”
he looked devastated, backing away - but you only moved closing, poking his chest with a rough touch and startling him. “ y/n- ” ken's voice came out in a whimper, but you cut him off again.
“ you're pissing me off. ” you growled, Corning him into the wall. the anger in your blaming eyes shone through, scaring the blonde that was already trembling. he had never experienced such... an emotion. sure, he's gotten mad at ken in the past, but ken's never seen it get this bad! the way y/n was staring him down, brows furrowed to the center between his eyes, teeth gritted- it made men's body react in a way that he didn't want if to.
why was he shaking?
you surely didn't notice, too caught up in the fuel of your raging emotions. “ you've been annoying the fuck out of me, ” you smacked his chest. he jumped. “ constantly down my throat! with, ‘ oh, y/n, what's wrong? please talk to me’ - well guess what?! I don't want to talk! ”
your breathing had become harsher, leaving your nostrils to flare. ken didn't know how to respond; his mouth was dropped ajar, shock and hurt evident in his face. “ I'm tired, ken. ” you rasped, your voice strained. “ of the constant whining, and your questions, and the god damn fact that I can't have any time to myself. you're always around! ”
ken's mouth closed, and he thickly swallowed. what were these things he was feeling? he's felt some... hurt with barbie before, but never this strong. it's like there is a dull throb in his chest, and it hurt more and more with each harsh word y/n said. ken didn't like it, mot one bit.
and now.. water was sliding down his cheeks? these are what barbie referred to as tears, right?
why were tears coming out of his eyes?
that's when he noticed he wasn't listening any longer, either. your shouting filtered out, blending in with the background noise of the whirring fan and television lowly playing. why couldn't he hear?
why was his... breathing picking up?
and- his stomach. It hurt. like knots, or something, was in his abdomen. it made him grab at his torso, forearms pressing tightly.
that's when you slowly calmed down, your breathing becoming regulated. you had turned away from him in the time you were yelling - not because you couldn't stan's to look at his pretty face, but because... that expression he wore.. it made you feel bad.
why'd he look like such a kicked animal? you hated it - the fact that he had you wrapped around his stupid finger. the fact that you knew, deep down, you had fallen for ken just as he had you.
that's exactly why you didn't want to be near him. It hurt, to know you were gaining feelings for another person. after your ex, you didn't want another relationship - not so soon, or... at all. the pain just wasn't worth it.
but, ken? he was an absolute babydoll. his blue eyes lighting up everytime he spoke about the beach, and the other ken's he got along with, and everything he's learned in the real world - including things about horses! he loves horses...
your brows curved down and you swallowed the ball that was arising in your throat. you couldn't... you had to apologize to him. you didn't mean anything you said.
and, as you slowly turn around, you realized that the sound of a sob caught your attention. your ears perked and you straightened, facing the bolonde.
ken had slid down against the wall, now on the floor, face in his hands as he cried. he kept furiously wiping at his eyes, trying to stop the tears - but as you could see, they wouldn't.
a frown immediately overtook your face, as did the look of regret and guilt.
“ ken... ” you mumbled, feeling horrible. what had you done?
you glanced away, sighing to yourself. then, cursing under your breath, you decided to finally out away your pride - you needed to help him. comfort him. and so, you closed the small distance between you two and kneeled.
“ ken- ” your voice, for the first time since ken had met you, was as soft as melted butter. in any other situation he'd be quick to look at you- because y/n, sounding as silky smooth as that? It couldn't be. but alas, he did not raise his head.
the sobs continued. his shoulders shook, his body trembled. you had really hurt the man, and it was setting in just how dire the situation was. ken has never experienced such a pain...
“ ken, sweetheart. ” you called once again, this time reaching forward to take ahold of his finger tips. he tried to jerk away, a reasonable reaction, but you wouldn't let him; sliding your fingers forcefully around the front of his own to pull them back from his face.
“ don't look at me! ” he cried out, squeezing his eyes shut and whipping his head away. his eyes were raw, red around the outside... his cheeks were tear-stained and his smile lines were biting through, making his frown that much more noticeable.
it was breaking your heart to see him like this.
ever so gently, you moved one hand away from his own to lift it to his face. your fingertips met the corner of his jawline, only to slide under; cascading to cradle the underside of his jaw and lift his head. “ ken. ” your voice was still soft, but held a sternness to it. “ ken, can you look at me? please? ”
ken had stopped sobbing by now, but the tears were still rolling. he was sniffling, hiccuping; trying to stop himself from looking so pathetic. It definitely wasn't manly to cry - and he didn't like that. why couldn't he stop crying?
the ache in his chest, it just hurt so much.
“ baby, ” that caught his attention, as he sniffled again, “ look at me. ”
for a moment, he didn't listen, and you thought perhaps he was being stubborn - which was valid -, but slowly he began to lift his eyes to meet your own.
his bright, baby blues were glossed over; sadness in them. tears kissed his lashes, making them stick together. he looked... pretty. but you still didn't want yo see him cry.
ken deserved to smile, and laugh - and you enjoyed seeing the corners of his eyes crinkle up when he grinned. his orbs always sparkled, radiating the best glow-y energy... but as of right now, they didn't. heartbreak just settled within them.
your frown deepened, thinking over what exactly you had said... It was some pretty fucked up shit. If it were you, you definitely wouldn't have wanted to hear it. the only difference is that you can take such words with a hard stare, not easily letting things like that effect you - but ken? his heart was as sift as a teddy bear. It's no surprise he ended up in a pile on the floor.
“ ken- ” your thumb stroked the side of his jaw. since he was calming down, he took notice - and he happened to like it. “ I'm sorry, for what I said.. ” your voice was no more than a whisper. you didn't want to startle him even more.
and, somehow, he took notice of that. ken was not the brightest, you knew that and so did everyone around him- he was the natural stereotype of a blonde. but, by the way he glanced down at your thumb while you moved it in slow circles, you knew that he knew you were trying.
“ I... ” you sighed, shoulders slumping “ I didn't mean any of it. I'm just frustrated, and overwhelmed. ”
ken was quiet, so you kept speaking. at least... the tears stopped. “ I know it isn't an excuse to yell at you, ” your eyes momentarily flickered down to his pouting lips. he didn't notice, so you quickly looked back to his eyes before he could. “ but I did. and I'm apologizing, because you didn't deserve that. any of it. you're a sweetheart - the sweetest guy I know. ”
“ I am? ” ken's voice finally rang out, coming out raspy and raw from crying. you winced from that, a pang of guilt taking over your chest... nonetheless, you nodded.
“ yes, ” he was looking up at you, eyes big and doe eyed as you spoke. you could feel a big, melty feeling in your chest. It was warm. “ you are. the sweetest, honey. ”
now that he was more focused, ken actually acknowledged the pet names you were using. his lips parted slightly and his brows raised curiously. did he hear you right?
you were no dummy, instantly taking notice. It made you grin, just the tiniest bit. “ I don't actually find you annoying. ” your fingers moved, gently scratching on the other side of his jaw.
ken's face was slowly lighting back up. the attention he was receiving was the kind he's always wanted. his heart, now moving faster like it always did when you were near, felt as if it was doing flips and turns and downright juggling.
shouldn't he be mad, though? you had hurt him.
but... you said you were sorry. you're giving him attention, and calling him sweet names, and even specifying the apology. that should be more than enough, shouldn't it?
but dear god, he wanted more.
you had been speaking the whole time, but of course the poor man zoned out; too busy focusing on your lips, and pretty hair, and gorgeous eyes, and tge way your mouth moved, looking oh so kissable-
“ y/n? ” ken spoke out before he could even comprehend it himself. you paused, looking at him expectantly- and a smile melted onto your lips.
“ yes, dear ken? ” you hummed, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the lining of his jaw. his eyes fluttered at that, nearly making you laugh.
“ can you.. ” he was breathless. “ can I... kiss you? ”
the movement of your thumb paused. your eyes zeroed in on his lips, then flickered back to his baby blues. he noticed, yet said nothing; choosing to let out a hopeful breath.
“ ... hm. ” you hummed, pretending to ponder. teasing was in your element, and often you'd do it to people yoy fancy- never to ken before, but.. he was an exception now, wasn't he? “ you want to kiss me? ”
“ yes. ” the blonde whimpered, eyes dancing across your face in impatience. “ please. ”
“ why should I let you? ” a twitch of a grin raised your lips, the corners if your mouth threatening to break out a full blown smile.
ken frowned at that. immediately, he thought this was more rejection- of course it would be. why would you suddenly want hi-
but you didn't let him think negatively. not anymore.
leaning forward, you pressed a soft, meaningful kiss to ken's lips.
ken was left... speechless. his eyes widened, and his cheeks turned rosey. why did he feel hot? warm? warm and hot? his body was tingly and on fire.
chuckling, you parted your lips from his, amusement shining in your orbs. “ you okay there, cowboy? ”
“ perfect. ” he breathed, staring ahead with sparkles in his eyes. literal sparkles.
you would've thought broke him if it weren't for his eyes flickering back into you, seconds later. his chest fell quickly in a large exhale of excitement. “ can you do that again? ”
Ken always loved being around you, always on your ass about a lot of different things. Always wanted you on his volleyball team and trying to win you over.
When you were with the other Barbie’s, Ken would try and convince you to hang out with him instead.
Sometimes Ken would purposely ruin his hair just so he could get you to play with his hair. the way your soft fragile hands played with his platinum hair, it always made his cheeks flush with pink.
You noticed how Ken was always in the same places as you, whether it was in the supermarket or in your garden. He would offer you help with pulling weeds or mowing the lawn, and at the markets he would help you reach things on the top shelves.
Ken was never going to be a man of fashion or playing dress up, after all, that was more of Allen’s thing but when heard you complaining about how messy your closet was.
He ran to the opportunity so fast, showing up at your door and even bringing some cookies with him. He helped you clean your closet, your vanity and even the entire house.
KEN!READER ⬇️
The two of you, best friends, bros. You had a Barbie, he liked a Barbie but…the moment he started having feelings, everything felt weird to him.
He found your normal activities made his heart race now. When you asked him to borrow his clothes, he would start blushing. Like crazy blushing almost stuttering.
You and Ken always competed in volleyball together but now he couldn’t even look at you without him wanting to blabber out all of his feelings.
After a few conversations with Allen, who he almost always avoided talking to unless it was completely necessary. Ken learned he probably had a crush on you, even if he didn’t want to “crush” you.
The way Allen worded it actually made Ken feel a lot better about how he was feeling. Even if Allen told Ken not to do anything stupid, Ken of course, did very something stupid.
He went to talk to Barbie who eventually talked to your Barbie and then your Barbie told you. In the end, Barbie did give him Ken some solid advice.
Native Tongue Pt. 2 (Ryland Grace x GN!Crewmate!Reader x Convict Simon)
[PART 1]
[MASTERLIST]
Pairing: Ryland Grace x GN!Crewmate!Reader x Convict Simon
Word Count: 1.7k
Summary: Ever since you returned to the house, Simon and Grace have been ignoring you. Come to find out, it's because they're trying to learn your language to compliment you and wait- What did Grace just call you?
Warnings: Another language used (Polish base with letters swapped) though explanations for what is being said are included in the writing, Reader is called Red (Nicknamed after their spacesuit color like in Among Us)
Tag List: @howlerwolfmax @xsoupnoop @ksmithyy @ilovvesleepp @cipher-004 @blue-gold-demigod-clouds
Requested By: Anonymous
A/N: I've come to realize I'm making a lot of part 2's for writings and it made me laugh. I couldn't think of a proper insult that Grace or Simon would call reader, so I took a note out of Grace's book. You'll see when you read!
Ever since your return home from the clinic that afternoon, Simon and Grace barely acknowledged you. Whenever you drew close to them, they would quickly shoo you away from where they were gathered in the bedroom, the bed scattered full of various papers and a few of the laptops from the Hail Mary. If you even attempted to take a look at what was on the papers, Grace would be quick to launch himself from where he sat to cover them with his body, or if you tried to look at the laptops, Simon was quick to shut them and give you a look. It was annoying, to say the least, and eventually you gave up trying to figure out what they were doing and left the room with a light grumble under your breath about how you 'didn't need to see them anyway and could easily entertain yourself.'
Despite what you said, you were still very bored for the remainder of the evening and anything you tried to put your mind too was quickly dismissed as your mind raced with thoughts as your eyes shifted towards the bedroom door that remained closed. You were majority confused and a little hurt at the fact that they were doing something without you and for some reason just couldn't tell you what it was. Even now as you stood in the kitchen quietly cooking dinner did your mind race with more thoughts; Did you forget something? Was today a special occasion and you didn't realize it so they were trying to plan something instead? Was there something wrong with them and they were trying to work through it by themselves so that you wouldn't have to worry about it? Your mind kept racing with more and more thoughts the longer you stood there, your brows furrowed together as you tried to come up with some sort of reason for as to why they would hide anything from you but the longer you thought on it, the more and more your heart began to hurt.
With a sigh escaping you, you shook your head and put your mind to the task at hand; Not burning the food you were making. You weren't the best cook when compared to Simon but you were certainly a better cook than Grace; Watching him pile away a cube of dried ramen with mustard on it certainly drew a line in the sand for you back on the Hail Mary and when you found out about his frozen diners that he would eat back on Earth? Yeah, he wasn't allowed in the kitchen unless you and Simon were around.
When it came to food on Erid though, there wasn't exactly a lot that could be made so you three always tried to come up with something new as to not grow bored of the same old stuff each and every day. Whatever you all enjoyed the most, the recipe was written down or typed up in the laptop for another day and if you weren't fond of a different recipe, in the trash it went and it was completely forgotten about until it was accidently made again some time in the future.
Normally Simon would cook but given how long him and Grace had been in the bedroom for, you couldn't wait any longer to eat and were growing hangry so you took matters into your own hands to get it started. As you moved about the kitchen, engaged in a talk with Armando as the robot swiveled around the room as to help whenever you asked for it, the door to the bedroom opened and you heard the faint footsteps of Simon and Grace step out. They stopped just outside the doorway to the kitchen, glancing at one another and quietly arguing like children just on the other side of it.
"You go first. You had personal lessons with them, so you know more than I do on this." Simon quietly said, gently nudging the blonde past the doorway and into the kitchen.
"Wha- That doesn't mean I'm better at it!" He quietly hissed back as he took a step into the kitchen though not of his own free will, glaring at Simon before he looked back to where you stood, your gaze having once been on them when they first appeared before your attention returned back to the stove.
"About time you two came out of there… I was starting to worry that I did something wrong or you were like, ignoring me on purpose." You explained as you looked towards Grace, suddenly growing worried again when you saw the expression on his face; He look conflicted, he was fidgeting with his hands, and he overall just looked nervous. You stepped towards him, taking his hands in yours as you gently squeezed them, the food on the stove quickly forgotten.
"Grace? What's wrong?" You asked, worry laced in your voice as Grace gently shook his head, his gaze finally meeting your own; There was hesitation swirling in those blue eyes of his.
"I-It's nothing we just um- I wanted to tell you something." He began and it did nothing to calm the nerves that began to spread through your body as you braced for whatever he was about to tell you; Your head slightly tilted, an eyebrow raised as if you were silently urging him to continue.
Then he said it.
He spoke your native tongue and for a second you were shocked and then you had to bite your lip hard and let go of his hands. You immediately had to turn away, moving a hand over your mouth as your shoulders shook and you tried your absolute hardest not to laugh. Grace watched you turn with a frown, noting the way your shoulders shook and felt a pang of embarrassment spread through his chest.
"Hey! Why are you laughing?!" Grace suddenly asked with a huff following his words. He and Simon worked hard to try and learn your language with the intent on using it on you to sweep you off your feet. The bad part? There wasn't a translator for Ziemian and while Grace did have your notes that you had given him whenever he asked to learn it, that was all he had to go on. So him and Simon had been spending the majority of today trying to piece together the words, piece together the pronunciation and this was the first official test run and clearly, whatever he said, did not have the effect he wanted.
"Grace, sweetheart, darling." You began after you calmed down, turning around to take his hands in yours once more and brought them up to your lips to gently kiss them before squeezing them. "I appreciate you trying to learn Ziemian, I really do, but do you know what you just told me?"
Grace began to panic now, swallowing hard at your words; He thought he complimented how you looked but as you stared at him, he realized that was certainly not what he said.
"I… No?" He answered you which had you trying hard not to break out into a grin, trying to keep yourself composed as best you could.
"Okay well- You just insulted me like, really badly and no, I'm not going to repeat what exactly you said." You informed him, watching as the color left his face and pure panic swirled in his eyes. Simon, meanwhile, was laughing behind the kitchen wall, his hand over his face; He was suddenly grateful he didn't say it and Grace did instead.
"Red I am so sorry I swear I didn't mean whatever I said! You know I would never insult you!" Grace whined as he began to ramble apology after apology to you, letting go of your hand to place his hands on either side of your face to cup your cheeks in panic which honestly only made you laugh harder at his rambling. You knew Grace and Simon meant good in everything they did and they would never do anything to harm you or speak ill of you but the way Grace was reacting right now was killing you.
"Grace it's okay! Please calm down-" You said, your hands moving to rest over his. "Like I said earlier, I appreciate you trying to learn and I'm not upset over what you said! It just means we'll need more lessons, that's all!."
Grace slowly relaxed at your words, a pained face crossing his features. He felt so bad now, so guilty at whatever he had just called you. He sighed a bit, putting his forehead against yours now as he shut his eyes. "I'm sticking with English from here on out. Any Ziemian that is spoken in this house will come from you and you alone." He spoke, opening his eyes to look at you. You smiled at him, gently pecking his lips as you pulled yourself away from him.
"That's fine by me. Why don't you go set the table for dinner while I have Simon help me finish it?" You questioned, watching as the blonde perked up and quickly gathered everything he would need before he slipped out into the dining room; You already knew that after dinner Grace was going to smother you with apologies yet again, so it was best to keep him distracted for the time being. As Simon rounded the corner after Grace left the kitchen, he moved to stand behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder to watch what you were cooking.
"So, can I know what he called you?" Simon questioned as he shifted his gaze to you, watching as you tried not to laugh again.
"Honestly? It wasn't even that bad, I just liked seeing him panic so that's why I said it was bad." You explained, stirring the vegetables in the pan you had in front of you before you looked at him once more. "Honestly? It was a weird insult… A first for me, really. He said I was a ocajaimalazsy mawonrac ez weigel." You spoke your native tongue, watching the way Simon still stared at you like you were crazy before you spoke it back to him in English and only then did he himself begin to laugh.
How would readers daughter react to them getting married? It could be the RyGos asking the daughter to help with the proposal, it could be moments from the wedding, it could be the RyGos and reader telling the daughter they’re engaged. It could be literally anything along the wedding and married vain. Just sweet moments 🫶🫶🫶
Ryland - Ryland dances with your daughter on his hip in the middle of the dance floor and it’s damn near the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. He’s swaying and holding her free hand out with his like they’re properly dancing. She’s giggling and squealing every time he spins in a circle, gripping onto his suit with her other hand. You had your time to dance with him, and you encouraged the two to have their own dance afterwards and you’re so glad you did because it was so sweet to watch the man you loved be the father your daughter needed.
Holland - A sweating, nervous wreck is a good way to describe Holland on the day of your wedding. He’s all dressed up, it’s about time to start the ceremony and he’s taking a quick smoke break outside to help calm his nerves. He’d been married before, but he’s terrified to screw everything up again. He wanted this one to last forever. While he’s mentally spiraling, Holly and your daughter skip out of the church to tug him inside. They’re both done up and smiling, excited for the big day. Just seeing two of his three girls brings the man peace and the realization that he wants this new family more than anything in the world and he’d make damn sure nothing bad ever happened to them.
Colt - Your daughter is the flower girl at your wedding and Colt is a crying, bumbling mess at the end of the isle the row of chairs. She barely even throws any petals but Colt doesn’t care. She looks so cute in her little dress and she runs straight to him once she spots him. He’s happy to lift her into his arms and press a kiss to her cheek before hesitantly handing her off to a family member before you appear down the isle looking so stunning he starts crying all over again.
Lars - Lars includes your daughter in tons of the wedding planning, despite her young age. He’s always huddled with her at the kitchen table, going over what parts of the wedding he was in charge of and asking her if she thinks you would like the ideas. It’s sweet to see them discuss music options and what suit he should wear. Your daughter doesn’t know at all what he’s really talking about but she’s happy to help and agrees with him on everything.
Driver - I think you have a very lowkey wedding. Very small, only a select few are invited. Hell, maybe it’s just the three of you going to a courthouse for a tiny little ceremony. Despite the lack of the pomp and circumstance of a normal wedding, you decide that just the three of you was plenty enough to make it a special day. Your daughter is right by your side and jumping up and down when rings are exchanged and you and Driver kiss to make it official. Afterwards, you all have a fancy dinner with ice cream for desert. Your daughter says it’s been the best day ever.
Court - I definitely think Court recruits your daughter to help with the proposal because he’s so nervous. And she’s a whole three years old. It’s a very lowkey thing too. It’s mothers day and you’ve had a lovely, quiet morning with breakfast in bed courtesy of Court. While you’re eating and Court is oh so casually sitting next to you on the bed, your daughter skips in with a little velvet box. She comes right up to your side to hand it to you. You aren’t sure what it is but when you open it and see the simple ring inside, you twirl around to gasp at Court. It’s so simple but so him, your answer is easy.
I'm currently on my period and randomly remembered a video I saw on social media a while back, so I thought it would be a fun concept to do with mr. kent!
wc: just under 1k
warnings.
NONE, just silly fluff and reader is implied to be on her period :)
✧ clark's misadventure in getting you pads for the first time. ✧
When you walk into the bathroom and see that your designated period product basket is looking terribly barren in the pad department, you let out a soft groan. You totally forgot to go pick some up. Ugh.
You pull out your phone and quickly text your boyfriend, hoping he hasn't left the Daily Planet yet.
Hey baby, if you haven't already left work, could you grab me a box of pads with wings please? I forgot to get some on my way home.
Your phone vibrates a minute later with a response from Clark.
Sure thing! I'll swing by your place and drop them off.
A small smile tugs at your lips. He's truly the best. You two have only been dating for a couple of months, but you've been enjoying every moment of it and there's a real chance this could be the one. But you're not getting too ahead of yourself, trying to do a better job of enjoying the present rather than focusing too much on the bigger picture.
Thirty or so minutes pass by before you hear a knock on your apartment door. You walk over and look through the peephole, smiling when you see a familiar figure standing outside.
"Hey," you say, opening the door for him. "Thank you for bringing them over. How much do I owe you?"
Clark shakes his head as he steps in.
"You don't owe me anything. Maybe a kiss, if my delivery service has left you satisfied."
Your eyebrows furrow when you suddenly catch a whiff of garlic parmesan, and when you look down at what he's carrying, your eyebrows furrowing even further.
"Uh...what's that?" you ask as you shut the door, nodding towards the takeout container in his left hand.
Now it's his turn to furrow his eyebrows.
"What do you mean? They're the wings you asked for. I got them from that local place you love so much."
You bring your hand up to your mouth, letting out a muffled chuckle.
"Clark, I asked for pads with wings."
"Yeah..." he says, holding up the pharmacy bag, then the takeout container. "I got you pads with wings."
"No, I meant pads with wings. The pads that have wings on them."
His eyes widen, cheeks instantly turning a bright pink.
"Oh my...gosh, I'm so sorry! I-I had no idea there was a difference. I've never seen the box before since you keep them all in that little basket a-and obviously I've never had to unwrap one bef—"
You reach up and pull him in for a kiss, chuckling against his lips.
"It's alright, Clark. I should have been more specific or sent a picture of the box. Totally my fault."
He sets the things down and instantly snakes his arms around your middle, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.
"Mm mm. Not your fault at all. I should have asked," he hums before pulling back slightly. "Will you still be able to use the ones I bought you? There were so many kinds and all different brands...shoot, I really should have texted you."
You reach over to pull the bag down, looking at the box.
"These are actually the brand I like, so you made a good choice," you smile. "They just don't have wings, which is not a big deal at all. I'll still use them. Honestly, I'm starving, so the garlic parm wings are not an unwelcome bonus."
Clark chuckles.
"Glad I got it somewhat right. Y'know what? I'll go grab you pads with wings, I don't want you using ones that you don't like."
"You really don't have to—"
"Yes I do," he says, cutting you off with a kiss. "I'll drop the other ones off at the women's shelter down on Washington Avenue. Do you think they'd take them since they're still in a sealed box?"
You nod.
"I'm sure they'll be very grateful. It's a need that a lot of people don't think about when they donate."
He hums, nodding.
"Hm. Good to know," he says, trailing his large hands down to give your hips a squeeze. "You sit and enjoy your wings, I'll be back in a bit with the correct pads, okay?"
"Okay," you say, stealing one more kiss from him before he heads towards your balcony. "I miss you already."
Clark smiles, opening the door before closing it again, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
****
A little while later, on Washington Avenue...
A young woman sits at the front desk of the Metropolis Area Women's Shelter, fidgeting with a stapler, sighing as she looks at the clock. Just a few more minutes until her shift is over and she can finally go home.
She startles when a sudden burst of air ruffles her clothes, and her breath catches when she sees a figure standing before her with his arms covered with bags of something she can't quite make out. His red cape flutters slightly behind him as he steps up, and the woman can't believe her eyes.
"Superman?"
He offers her a smile and a slight nod.
"Do you all accept donations of feminine products?"
"O-Of course," the young woman nods immediately. "Are they brand new, still sealed in the box?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Superman walks them up to the desk and sets all but one of the bags down. The woman looks slightly confused as to why he hasn't put all the bags down, but she doesn't say anything, and he smiles softly.
"These are reserved for a very special lady," he says.
She hums softly with a smile, nodding and taking the bags from on top of the desk.
"Well, thank you for the generous donation, Superman. All of our residents will really appreciate these."
He nods.
"Have a good night, Miss."
Before she can say anything in response, he's gone, the door slowly swinging shut behind him.
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When Clark had offered to take you shopping after your dinner date, you knew deep down he would wound up buying yet another unneeded object for your shared apartment. Unfortunately for his wallet, a salesperson could talk Clark into buying anything.
"Clark," you warned as he walked your way with a handful of throw pillows in his hands.
"Please," his bottom lip jutted out. "Sweetheart just hear me out-"
"No! What would you possibly need another throw pillow for?"
"What if we just got one?"
"Just one?" you looked unconvinced. "I know you better than that Clark."
Clark looked like a kicked puppy as you took the pillows out of his hands to put them back where he found them. "Alright.. if that's what you think is best baby."
Curse him for being so understanding! "Fine, we can take one. Just one!"
He kissed your cheek three times in thanks. "You won't regret this decision honey. Just watch how this is going to brighten up our bedroom."
"Sure it will."
"It will!" Clark look offended that you didn't believe him. "Y'know it's the little details about a house that make it a home."
"Yes but when you already have a thousand throw pillows covering the bed-"
"Oh shush you," he teased. "You'll see."
Clark dashed straight to the bedroom as soon as the two of you got home. He insisted on setting everything up "properly" for you to see before you could judge it for yourself.
"Can I come in now?" Clark had you waiting outside the door for the past fifteen minutes.
"Just give me one more minute in here sweetheart!"
You slumped against the door in defeat. "I still don't understand why you need to rearrange our entire bedroom over one pillow."
"I'm not rearranging anything," he reassured you.
"Then what's taking you so long?" you groaned.
"Patience sweetheart," Clark finally opened the door and helped you back up to your feet. "Come in and have a look."
The room looked exactly the same, just with a new addition added to the collection of throw pillows on the bed. You couldn't bring yourself to tell Clark that, not with the way this new smile brightened up his face.
"I guess you were right.. in a way it does look brighter."
Clark leapt at your praise. "Right! I knew you would come around honey!"
For the sake of Clark's pillow hoarding problem you decided to let him have this one.
౨ৎ lovestruck Clark rants about you at the Daily Planet ౨ৎ
clark kent x fem reader (reader's nickname is clover)
"Clark!" Jimmy called out. "There you are buddy! For a second there I thought you weren't gonna come in to work today."
Clark points to the phone pressed up against his ear. "Well have a good day honey, I love you. Call me if you need anything, alright baby?"
"Love ya clover!" Jimmy said loud enough for you to hear through the phone. Clark had given you the nickname Clover, as you made him feel luckier than any four-leaf charm. "Would you mind giving Clark back now?"
You laughed through the phone, urging Clark to hang up and get to work. He was glad that you couldn't see his frown through the phone. "Alright.. bye sweetheart. I love you."
Clark looked like a dejected puppy as he hung up the phone and Jimmy couldn't help but tease him. "Don't look so sad Clark, I love ya too. Now c'mon Perry paired us up to work on that article about all the new shops that are opening in downtown Metropolis."
Clark's ears perked up. You were just telling him the other night about a new boutique that had opened up down there. "I've heard about that! You know there's this lovely little boutique there that just opened—"
"Yeah, yeah," Jimmy shushed his friends rants with a wave of his hand. "Now I already took a few photos of downtown Metropolis. Which one of these do you think would fit for the article?"
Jimmy held two photos in his hands but Clark gravitated more towards the one that showed the boutique you were so keen on visiting one. "I like this one," he pointed to the photo. "You know that boutique they plan on opening there seems like a lovely place. Do you think it'll be open by the time the article is out?"
"What is it with you and the boutique?" Jimmy looked to him in suspicion. "Are you in the market for a new dress?"
"What? No!" He awkwardly waved his hands before his face went red at the thought of you. "It just.. seems like a pretty nice place. People seem to like it."
"And by people I'm guessing you mean Clover?" Jimmy had his fill of fun for the day at watching Clark's demeanor brighten up by the mention of your nickname.
Clark looked to him sheepishly. "She might have mentioned it once. Or twice. But I'm sure other folks share the same excitement."
"Sure," Jimmy said dryly. "I think Clover has understandingly brought it up twenty time alone this week."
"Twenty? Gosh, I only counted seventeen."
"Clark," Jimmy looked to his friend with eyes that shone with pity for how desperate he was when it came to you. "It was just an exaggeration."
"Right..right. An exaggeration." Clark slowly sat himself back down in his swivel chair. "An exaggeration. It was just an exaggeration.
"I'll come back for a real opinion once you gain more focus back," Jimmy sighed in defeat as he stood up to leave.
"Jimmy?"
"Yeah?"
"So just to make sure... You're sure she didn't mention the boutique again. Maybe I undercounted. Oh gosh, I should work on paying attention more."
Jimmy responded with a scoff before making his exit.
❀.ೃ࿔ some of the ways clark sees his wife in his daughter ❀.ೃ࿔
clark kent x fem reader
Clark was lucky enough to be granted a "work from home" day from Perry. It wasn't exactly a day off, but his three year old daughter treated it as such. Knowing that Maisie was a carbon copy of you, Clark should've guessed that he wouldn't be get much work done today.
"Mama!" Maisie announced her entrance with a shriek spilling from her mouth as she clutched her teddy bear tight. "Daddy where's mama?"
Clark fixed his attention away from his laptop and straightened his posture. You would have scolded him for slouching himself over the laptop, maybe even yank his ear for doing it in front of your daughter. Something about needing to set a good example. "She's not home honeybee."
"Not home?"
"I'm sure mama will be back soon, don't you think so?"
Maisie responded by crawling onto Clark's lap, teddy bear still in hand. She sat right in front of his laptop, eager to see the article he was working on even though she couldn't exactly read yet.
"Daddy I like it!" Maisie cheered.
Clark knew she didn't know how to read yet, but took Maisie's praise anyways and thanked her with a kiss for the top of her head. "Thank you honey."
She somehow managed to climb onto Clark's shoulders, pulling at two strands of his hair. "Can we play salon?"
Clark winced. "Oh- Maybe later?" It didn't hurt much when his daughter pulled at his hair while he was trying to work, if anything it reminded him of the countless times you had playfully pestered and teased him whenever you wanted to steal his attention away from one of his drafts.
"When mama's back?"
"When mama's back," he affirmed.
Maisie held up her pinky finger, "You promise?"
"Pinky promise," he gladly intertwined his pinky with hers. Your daughter had learned pinky promises from you, Clark had learned quickly that it was one of your favorite gestures on the first date he shared with you. You had made him pinky promise that he would take you out on a second date.
Maisie smiled and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. She had watched you do it countless times. Everyone always told Clark that his daughter was his copy, yet he could only see you in her.
"I'm hungry now daddy. You?"
Clark had room in his stomach. "I could eat. What do you want for dinner Maisie-bug?"
She pondered for a second, hands still pulling at his hair. "Pancakes!"
"Alright," Clark stood up from his laptop with a smile on his lips and Maisie resting on his hip. "Pancakes for dinner it is."
He sat Maisie down at the table before getting everything set up in the kitchen. There wasn't a need to wear an apron when the only ingredients he was working with were flour, milk, and baking powder, but he knew the sight would tickle a giggle or two from his daughter.
"You look like a princess daddy!" Maisie found the the ruffles that decorated the apron amusing.
Clark flashed a smile "Do I really look that charming?"
Maisie kicked her feet in excitement, mimicking her dad's smile. "Yes! Yes, yes!"
"Why thank you perfect girl," he cooed. "Do you want me to cut up your pancake for you in little pieces?"
She nodded eagerly. "Yes please! With extra berries on the side please!"
Maisie wanting breakfast for dinner was definitely influenced by Clark's eating habits, but needing something a little sweet was something she inherited from her mom.
"I'm back! Anyone home?"
Clark thought he had quick reflexes, but your daughter recognized the sound of your voice quicker than he had. "Mama! There you are mama!" Maisie's pancake was long forgotten as she ran right into your arms, her excitement only increased when you caught her into a hug.
"What did I miss?" you ask, catching sight of Clark in his frilly apron.
"We were just having dinner. I made pancakes, Maisie's request of course," Clark looked to you proudly.
"Pancakes?" you guessed.
Maisie smiles, happy that you truly know her. "Do you want some mama? I can share mines."
"That's okay," you lead your daughter back to the kitchen. "I'm sure your dad can make me another one. You're keeping the apron on right Clark?"
"If that's what you want."
"And I want-"
"Extra berries on the side. I know," he says as he watches Maisie try to feed you a bite of her pancake.
a/n; surely this makes sense??? first smau in a while hope I'm not rusty 😓😓 + first dc related post !!
summary; Clark visits home and meets the local girl his parents hired to help around the farm/with chores. This is the outside/online perspective of their relationship blooming/ their accidental hard launch.
FEBRUARY 12;
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♫: Don't Worry Baby - The Beach Boys
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FEBRUARY 28;
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clarkkentdp: Last day in Metropolis before I work from home for a few months. Lois made the front page, again, today!
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loislane.dp: Is anyone surprised? Journalist of the century btw..
j.olsen.dp: Yeah so no one said all that ☺️
catgrant.dp: A deserved break! Have fun, Clark!
clarkkent.dp: Thank you, Cat!
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MARCH 16;
yourusername: posted 3 hours ago
♫: My Sweet Lord - George Harrison
yourusername: got a photographer now! he's unpaid don't worry
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yourbestfriend: the prettiest ever hi
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yourusername: ???? lol ?????
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APRIL 27;
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clarkkent.dp: The first family photo in too long!
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yourusername: breaking news !!! Clark Kent learns how to take a picture of himself!!! breaking news x2 !!! he still can't take a selfie, though!!!
clarkkent.dp: I'm getting there! I have a great teacher. 😉
j.olsen.dp: Thirst trap on main is crazy but okay
clarkkent.dp: ?
catgrant.dp: Mr and Mrs. Kent are precious :,)
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JUNE 1;
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♫: The Air That I Breathe - The Hollies
yourusername: My favorite boy!
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clarkkent.dp: Does this make us Instagram official? You calling me your favorite?
yourusername: oh my gosh.... clark i meant the horse 💔
yourbestfriend: Are you saying he's hung like a horse
yourusername: ??? delete this
marthakent: BEAUTIFUL.
yourusername: Thank you, Martha!! 🤍
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JUNE 24;
clarkkent.dp: posted 19 hours ago
clarkkent.dp: This is my official apology to my girlfriend. I wasn't aware what a 'Soft-launch' was. I have educated myself since! You teach me something new everyday!
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yourusername: apology accepted doh these photos are so cute 😓😓
clarkkent.dp: You showed the whole Kent family the Instagram ropes!
loislane.dp: She's beautiful!!!!!!!
yourusername: me and Clark aren't serious if you're free Lois 😅😅😅
j.olsen.dp: Eve requests a double date
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JULY 18;
yourusername: posted 7 hours ago
♫: For Once In My Life - Steve Wonder
yourusername: Clark debut on main!! please be nice to him he's very sensitive
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clarkkent.dp: I'm not VERY sensitive. Exaggerating!
yourusername: cried when u saw roadkill btw
yourbestfriend: 3 apples tall 2 seconds old! Welcome to the world, Clark.
yourusername: 2 singular thoughts formed 🥹 doh I love him
Imagine the surreal insanity of being Irina Petrova and just hanging out having a hobby that you're very intense about and then you notice something weird and then all at once your name is one of the most uttered in history, by total accident. In the movie universe they describe her as a "radio telescope enthusiast" she does not even do this professionally. And suddenly everything is Petrova line, Petrova frequency, Petrova wavelength, Petrovascope, Petrova Task Force, Petrova problem. And you're like man. I have a day job.
