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Just cooking up some Joseph Quinn fic’s for the people, with the occasional David Corenswet and Drew Starkey added into the recipe! Comeback to check the recipe every week.

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Just a touch of your love

Clark Kent x reader

summary: deep conversation, strolling around and doing some shopping, you and Clark spend the day in Metropolis.

tags: not gender specific, just a deep conversation.

You were strolling through the city, nowhere specifically you wanted to go to. Just visiting some shops, and doing mostly window shopping. You did get a new pair of shoes, a new laptop for work and some clothes from a thrift shop.

And you got some matcha to go in this hidden gem, so it was that really premium matcha. You were a regular there. You took a seat outside.

“I don’t want you to disappear again.” The dorky reporter from the daily planet, the one with the glasses and the one curl that wouldn’t budge, wa

Clark Kent, better known as superman. It took you a while to figure out, you weren’t as clever as your sister lois. She figured it out within minutes. “I’m not gonna disappear this time.”

You inhale the air, thinking about that time when you did. Bad memories invading your peace, only bad memories. “Not when I have you now.”

Looking at the man sitting next to you, his eyes looking at nothing. Every now and then someone walking by.

Clarks face seeming not to believe you, his eyebrows furrowed together. You put your left hand on his right jaw, making him focus at you. “What is it?” You ask him, worry in your tone.

“How do I know you are telling the truth.” That wasn’t a reaction you expected from him, some unknown insecurities.

“Hey, hey you don’t do that, okay? Trust me, I’m telling the truth. And if I do, just look out for my heartbeat. Then you’ll know where to find me.” I try to reassure him, and it seems to be working. His gaze falling at ease.

“Lois couldn’t handle losing you, again.” That was his response, with no vile intent behind it whatsoever. All there was behind it was truth, she couldn’t handle it, she’d break brown.

“Yeah, I can’t- won’t do that again.” You took his hand, giving a reassuring squeeze and a wink. Looking at each other, smiling. One hand on his cheek pulling him in for a kiss.

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Can you just stop and listen!?

Drew Starkey x male reader | 📍

warnings: argument, kinda angsty, crying, both famous actors, other short one.

a/n: Part 2?? Maybe what caused this argument?? Lmk kn request

“Can you please listen to me for one second? I’m not saying that you’re in the wrong, but you need to listen. You cannot keep lying to yourself, you have a problem!” Tears streaming down your face causing your head to ache, you were looking at Drew who was sitting down on the couch with face buried in his hands. You were pacing around the room, words couldn’t describe how helpless you felt at the moment. One side of you didn’t want to be arguing, that just wasn’t your personality at all. You’d much prefer different ways of communicating, every approach didn’t work, and you were done keeping it water under the bridge. “And I just need you to admit that, it’s that simple. It’s that simple for me. You need help from someone other than me, because I’m done helping someone who won’t even admit something is wrong. I’m done.” It’s your last straw and you start to break down, the world began to spin causing you get on your knees, getting Drew’s attention.

“You think it’s simple? You, think it’s… simple. You think it so simple, you, think so. But what about me?” Causing your head to turn 85 degrees to the couch, watching Drew get up, as you follow. You turn your whole body in his direction waiting for him to move, do something, anything. Giving him the necessary space to curate his own answer, but also for your own safety, not knowing what his next move was. “It’s humiliating for me to admit, it’s like I’m a pure disappointment. You don’t think i’m in constant shame, you think i don’t feel like a disgrace all the time. Like I don’t know it’s bad I can’t sleep without it, like I need a smoke to sleep. I know that, I know.” With every word a tear fell down his cheek, taking a step toward you, until he was right in front of you. And all you could see in his face was anger.

“I know that, I know i need help but,” all that anger was slowly turning into shame, “but it’s not that easy as it may seem.” as his eyes were starting to water up even more. You were stood against the wall looking up at a Drew, who wasn’t scared to show his emotions with you. He buried his face in your neck, as sniffles followed by crying, embracing you. This meant alot, he listened to what you were saying. “Oh baby.” Was all you could say, as you accepted his embrace, one hand caressing his back and the other holding his head. “We’ll get you that help, you’d like that?” You asked him, making sure you see his face, which was nodding yes, “okay, that’s good.”

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Can you fire up my toast?

Johnny Storm x Reader

warnings: not gender specific! Enjoy, my request are open:) next week new fic!

There you were in the kitchen that was so infamous for its weekly Sunday dinner, making breakfast. Well, that is what you planned to, but you couldn’t reach the plates as usual. And trying to had you jumping and making noise, so not ideal in the mornings. “Herbert can you grab me a plate, please?” You asked the robot, which came with an excited noise followed by the robot extending its wheels up and easily reaching a plate.

Making you feel like a little kid. “You always enjoy making me feel like a kid huh? Thank you for the plate Herbert.” You laugh as you mock your own height, shaking your head when a yawn escapes from your mouth.

“You’re up early, light sleep?” Susan asks you as she walks in the kitchen, looking tired her self. You smile at her, “yeah, well you can say no sleep. Johnny was listening to those stupid space recordings till, with no headphones.”

Looking at Susan with an annoyed look, making her sigh out loud at her stupid brother. “Well he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, clearly.” We both agreed with that statement, even a giggle coming from you.

“You also want some toast?” Asking Susan but you already knew the answer was yes. “Well of course I want some toast, you know me.” She answered your question, sitting down at the dinner table. You were putting her bread in the toaster, when it decided not to pull down and work, leaving you standing there looking confused.

“Susan, can you take a look at this with me? I don’t think this is working.” You look at her with an helpless look, even pouting a little. She looks at you back, “yes, of course I’ll take a look.” She gets up from the chair she was sitting in, walking your way. “Let’s see…” with the both of you looking at the toaster, it wasn’t getting any better.

A little while later you both decided to give up, there was only one option left. “We have to wake Johnny up.” Saying in unison, already dreading waking him up, because everyone knows not to wake up a sleeping johnny.

“Jonathan!” Susan appears next to johnny, yelling his legal name in his ear. Causing him to wake up yelling, sitting straight up his hand on fire. Eyes looking around, easing up when he sees that it’s just you guys. “This is your karma, for keeping me up so late.” You tell him, with an attitude, still mad about it. “We need you to fire our toast.”