NOTES :: new parent reader and toji , mostly toji centered, headcanons, non sorcerer au, sukuna is ACTUALLY yuji's dad (sorry jin doesnt exist in this), fluff, prob ooc maybe, short angst from toji overthinking w comfort from reader, implied fat babygumi
pt1 but can be read itself
W/C :: 878
DAY 1
newparent!toji who immediately comforts you after the long birth, i mean... 11 hours and 20 minutes, he was in awe. ''strong push for a strong baby,'' he announces as he cradles the big baby, determined to make you smile even after the long process.
but when you fall into a deep sleep as you recover, he pauses and really looks at the small human in his arms.
he's a father. he as a family with you. a little boy.
everything settles in deep, and fatherhood starts now. on a stiff hospital chair with his wife snoring softly beside him and a little version of him wrapped in light blue.
DAY 2
newparent!toji makes sure once megumi is settled in the nursery that nothing is bothering him, googling searches like :
''can a certain colour piss a baby off''
''what is the perfect height for a crib''
''are jellycats worth the price''
''wilf wolf jellycat for cheap''
meanwhile, he provides for you. making sure you're comfortable, everything is going smoothly and always bringing you back your favourite snacks when he has the cash.
DAY 3
newparent!toji who insists that you should sit down and kick your feet up, he has it all handled. but what he really has handled is spending time with his little man.
trying his best to see a gummy smile, just to be met with a straight line. trying his hardest to get a adorable little laugh, just to hear soft breaths. he wasn't a crier either; so comforting little megumi at night was impossible.
as silly as it sounds, toji started stressing. does his newborn not like him already? watching as you effortlessly made megumi laugh, smile, anything he couldn't do.
noticing this, you were quick to calm him down. reassuring him that this was totally normal and not to get baby blues. him watching the effort you put into trying to make him feel better, he listened. pushing down negative thoughts, deleting fatherhood forums, and started picking up little hobbies and chores to do around the house.
DAY 4
newparent!toji stops his shady work environment. in the middle of the night, walking dark streets back home after a quick job, a thought struck him.
''what if i never get out of a mission? - leave you and megumi alone without a husband and father.''
it stung.
stung so hard he made the choice to throw away what he was best at, what he's ever known. picking up quick jobs like helping at charities, dog walking 15 dogs at the same time, babysitting; all of this before he finally got accepted at a construction site. they needed big men like him, he supposed. eager n all for him to start. the pay wasnt as good as what he did before, but atleast he knew he could leave and return home safe.
DAY 5
newparent!toji who had to look after megumi so you could go out with your girls, some eye-catching baby video playing on the tv.
colourful fruits dancing to some jazz music, to funky music, to whatever else music. causing the baby to coo, kick his legs gently as his small hands grappled onto the wilf wolf jellycat that toji managed to score a cheap price by a reseller.
''y'know, fruits don't actually do that, son. don't learn from this youtube thingy. don't know why your mother said this helped with sleeping. overstimulating as...''
the burly man's voice cut off gently as he looked down at the boy, small eyes shut as lashes brushed against chubby cheeks.
''mhh.'' toji huffed as he leaned down, gingerly placing a kiss on top of his megumi's head. ''guess she was right.''
DAY 6
newparent!toji was curious.
sat on the couch with his beat-up phone that he only used for his old work, now it was entirely for you, his new job and taking pictures of his family. even if he wasn't the best at angles.
going to the app store, downloading facebook and having you help him with making an account, he was set.
after following your own account even if you say you barely use it, he types up for the neighbourhood and even the city's communities, joining them and then joining dad classes that were near the area.
a while goes by as he was accepted slowly, making convo in each one. ignoring lonely women looking for a mingle as they slide in his dms, spam bots, scam bots, whatever bots- until one believable looking one slides in.
ryomen.s101 : yo, saw you were from xxxxxxx. i've got a kid around the same age as yours, wanna meet up for a drink? don't know much guys around here.
12t0jifushiguro : hey man, sure im up for it. don't know much people myself, dibs not paying. 😂
ryomen.s101 : not paying? what, are you a scam bot you broke bastard?
''oh this guy has humor.'' toji smirked behind the screen, little megumi sleeping in the bassinet by his feet, he reacted with a thumbs emoji as the pair started planning, sending a few 'facts', bragging, normal man stuff.
two new contacts were made the following day, the two men bonded like they knew each other forever.
maybe this phone wasn't useless at all.
a/n :: IF U GUYS LIKE MY DAD TOJI I MIGHT MAKE MORE MAYB 🥺 not proofread, excuse any mistakes its 2:05am
Can i request hudson williams x gf!reader, where it shows her relationship with connor…maybe it ca be all playful or whatever thank youuu
My first request, omg<3
Matching His Freak
Hudson Williams x gf! Reader ft Connor Storrie.
n/a: i found this so fun to write T*T.
Summary: You’re on the living room floor, absolutely "shocked" by the intense chemistry between your boyfriend, Hudson, and his co-star, Connor, in their new hockey drama.
Warnings: a lot of swear.
just Hudson being freak and a cuddle lover, a lot of swear.
Word count: 636
When you watched some episodes of the show, you were completely in shock at the duality of your boyfriend and his co-star. The chemistry between them was as if they were dating for real, and there you were, sitting on the floor of your apartment living room, hugging a pillow, while Hudson sat on the couch as if he were just watching a show he had seen multiple times.
“Are you kidding me?! You’re not just kissing him! You’re giving him better kisses than you give me! That’s not fair!”
You gasped at the thought of Hudson’s character, Shane, kissing Connor’s character, Ilya, like that—too desperate, like Shane was craving it. You were just trying to figure out if your boyfriend had kissed you like that at any point during all these months of your relationship.
“What can I say? I was craving it. Look, in another scene he’s giving me a blowjob,” he said with a big grin the moment he looked down at your surprised face.
You looked up at him, squeezing the pillow for a brief moment, before gasping loudly and throwing it right at his face.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HO—?!”
Your boyfriend let out a small laugh as he threw the pillow back at you.
“Damn. It’s weird watching you fuck someone else. With a man, in this case.”
Hudson chuckled softly; you were funny. A freaky nerd like you matching his freak energy was something he never regretted. He loved you so much.
“Did you at least read the book?”
“Nope.”
“You read about two men fucking in manhwas and you didn’t read this book? What type of fujoshi are you? Think about Yuri on Ice, but about hockey players instead.”
You looked at him with a small frown, wrinkling your nose slightly at the comparison. Seeing you make that face always reminded him that you looked like a rabbit.
“Are you gonna eat me out like him?”
“I can eat you now, pretty girl… Or you can live the whole Ilya and Shane experience.” Your boyfriend lifted an eyebrow at you with a big grin on his face.
“Don’t be a pervert now, weirdo.”
Hudson rolled his eyes. Instead, he sat next to you on the floor, wrapping both arms around your waist, and started leaving soft kisses from your jaw to your lips in small pecks.
“Just asking, though…” he murmured between the kisses before he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and just stayed there. “You’re not jealous, hm?”
“You want me to be jealous of Connor?”
You snickered, reaching for your phone and typing a quick message.
“Actually, Connor and I have a bet,” you said, showing him the screen where you called Connor. You had Connor on speaker before Hudson could even protest.
“Yo, did he fall for it?” Connor’s voice boomed through the phone, sounding way too proud of himself.
“Hook, line, and sinker,” you replied, high-fiving the air. “He actually thought I was mad about the kissing scene. He even tried to flex his 'craving' by mentioning the blowjob scene.”
“Pffft! Please!” Connor laughed hysterically. “I had to eat a mint before that scene because Hudson’s breath smelled like the tuna sandwich he had for lunch. Worst kiss of my career. You’re the real hero for dating him.”
Hudson sat there, frozen, looking between you and the phone with a look of pure betrayal.
“Wait... you two talk about me?”
“Daily,” you and Connor said in perfect unison.
Hudson groaned, dramatically falling back onto the couch cushions and covering his face with the pillow you had thrown earlier. “I’m calling my agent. I can’t work in these conditions. My co-star and my girlfriend are a synchronized bullying unit.”
“Don’t be a diva, Hudson!” Connor yelled before hanging up.
desc: mike invites you to one of his garage concerts despite you being the school’s princess
genre/warnings: no vecna au, mutual pining, soft fluff, cute awkwardness
word count: 1.2k
a/n: WOOO HAPPY VOL 2 RELEASE DAY AND MERRY CHRISTMAS (if u celebrate)!! i’m soooo into loser!mike agenda also chrissy and eddie are alive in this oneshot
Everyone at Hawkins High knew you were basically untouchable. You were Chrissy’s younger sister which therefore made you another popular cheerleader at this school.
So when Max nearly choked on her soda when you casually mentioned, “Yeah, I’m coming to your band’s show tonight,” it’s understandable.
“You’re coming to our show?” she asked, looking at you in disbelief.
“Yeah, Mike invited me,” you shrugged, pretending your heart wasn’t pounding in your chest like crazy.
Robin perched on the counter, resting her chin on her hands, lit up immediately. “Oh my god, you’re coming? Suddenly, this has just become our biggest show yet.”
Next to her, Steve leaned over. “Do you even know where it is?”
You smiled sweetly. “I’m a cheerleader, Steve. I know everything.”
What you didn’t tell them was you’ve known Mike since sophomore year. Since you two got paired together in history class and he spent the whole time apologizing for existing too loudly. Since you noticed the way he pushes his hair out of his eyes whenever he got nervous. Since you realized he listens to your words with every ounce of attention.
You also didn’t mention how you don’t go out to parties as much as they thought.
Going to theirs is going to be like meeting him on his ground.
When you and Chrissy pulled up, there were around fifteen people—mostly from school. They were still setting up the instruments when you saw him.
Mike’s back was turned away from you.
He was wearing a red and white tee, and his guitar strap was slung over his shoulder. His hair was a mess but unintentionally perfect. He was talking to Dustin animatedly, his hands moving and laughing happily.
Then he turned, and saw you.
You swore you could see his brain short-circuit.
He froze, his fingers still on the guitar strings, his mouth was slightly opened as if he forgot how to speak. Dustin followed his gaze and grinned.
“Oh,” he said. “Ohhhh.”
“You—hi—what,” Mike cleared his throat, immediately flustered. “You came.”
You nodded, tucking loose strands of hair between your ears in a nervous fit. You noticed eyes flicking between him and you. “I said I would.”
“Yeah,” he said, blinking. “You did.”
Max and Robin were watching from the stage, and you could hear Robin whisper loudly, “I knew it.”
Mike stepped closer to you, lowering his voice. “You didn’t have to come, I know this isn’t really your type of crowd.”
“I wanted to,” you softly said.
You could tell that relaxed him a little bit, his shoulders that were previously tensed up had softened.
“Uh,” he gestured behind him before rubbing the back of his neck. “We aren’t very good, by the way.”
“It’s okay,” you smiled. “I like not very good.”
You stood near the front with Chrissy, Dustin, and Steve.
They start playing and they’re actually good. They weren’t polished or perfect but their sound was captivating. Max’s drumming was sharp, Eddie’s bass was thumping in your chest, Robins guitar was clean.
And Mike—
Mike was singing like there was no one watching. Sure, his voice cracked once and you could see him grimace but he kept pushing through.
He keeps glancing at you as if he couldn’t believe you were still there at his show.
You cheered louder than anyone in the crowd.
When the song ended, everyone erupted in cheer.
“ENCORE!”, “We want more!”, everyone was loving it.
Mike laughed breathlessly, his cheeks flushed with a rosy pink. After his set, he found you leaning against the wall.
“I didn’t think you’d stay,” he said.
“I told you, I like your band,” you teased.
He pushed his hair out of his eyes. “I thought you would get bored, or embarrassed.”
“Why would I be embarrassed?”
He shrugged. “I mean… you’re you.”
You raised your eyebrow and stepped closer. “And you’re you. Isn’t that the whole point?”
He softly chuckled. “Yeah true, thanks again for coming.”
You hesitated for half a second before leaning in—just a little bit.
Mike reacted a bit too late. His head tilted unsure and the first kiss barely landed, it was more a brush of lips rather than a kiss. You pulled back instinctively, surprised and he let out a short, embarrassed laugh.
“Sorry,” he said.
“No,” you said quickly. “It was—”
You cut yourself off and leaned in again, slower this time. Mike met you halfway and kissed you.
The kiss was still gentle and careful, but this time it fit better. His fingers lightly brushed the side of your arm before holding them to ground himself. When you finally pulled apart, the feeling of his lips lingered on yours and both your breaths were uneven.
He smiled wide. “I think I might write a song about this.”
“Please don’t,” you say rolling your eyes, but smiling anyways.
He laughed and squeezed your hand, as if he didn’t want to let go.
A week later, Mike was sitting in the bleachers with a nervous knot in his stomach. Steve was two rows up with Robin and they had a homemade sign. Dustin and Will bounced beside him, cheering on Lucas.
Mike barely noticed because you were there. On the court in your uniform.
The lights were brighter and the noise was louder, while it was familiar to his stage experience, it was still a different ground. Your ground.
He remembered the way you cheered for him, which made him stay as well. You didn’t notice him at first, but then when you did, you smiled at him. The smile was softer than your fake cheer, as if it was reserved for him only.
He lifted his hand in a small, awkward wave, heart pounding.
After that, you kept looking at him. Whether it was between cheers or jumps but no matter what, Mike’s gaze never left you.
At the halftime, you jogged over to him, breathless and flushed, the noise of the gym surrounding you two.
“You came,” you said.
“I said I would,” he echoed your words from the previous week back to you.
“Scared?”
“Terrified,” he said, with a grin. The buzzer sounded indicating halftime was over, but before you went back you pecked his cheek with a kiss.
You could see heat rising up his neck before you jogged away, a smile forming on your face.
After the game, you found yourself walking in the parking lot with him. He had given you his jacket, to keep you warm from the cool breeze.
“You know,” you said slowly. “I like how we keep showing up for each other.”
“Yeah, me too,” he softly agreed.
He grabbed your hand, and pulled you flush against him. He took your chin in his hand and leaned down, kissing you with more confidence than he had last time.
You could feel Mike’s pulse under your own as you deepened the kiss, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. He made a surprised noise, before reciprocating your movements.
When you pulled back, he smiled. “So… you’ll come to more shows?”
You grinned. “Only if you come to more games.”
“Deal.”
“C’mon guys! We’re getting ice cream!” Steve yelled from his car.
Mike offered his hand to you, in which you happily accepted and headed over to join your friends.
── ❨ ⸝⸝ 𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷. ❩ “HAPPY TEARS!” ⸝⸝ HOW THE GACHIAKUTA BOYS WOULD CRY SEEING YOU WALK DOWN THE AISLE!
ೀ 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 - timeskip zanka+fu, fluff, happy tears ofc, headcanons, heartwarming, emotional and romantic, you’re their soft spot, and they’re admiring you.
⊹ 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 - enjin ┆tamsy┆zanka┆corvus ┆august┆ gris┆ follo┆fu ┆zodyl┆jabber
𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 who spent the entire week before the wedding confidently telling everyone he wasn’t going to cry, joking around and acting calm whenever the topic came up, but deep down he was already emotional long before the ceremony even started.
enjin who completely freezes the moment the doors open and he finally sees you standing there in your wedding dress, his expression instantly softening like the entire room disappeared around him.
enjin who feels his throat tighten almost painfully while watching you walk toward him because all he can think about is how lucky he is that you chose him out of everyone else in the world.
enjin who tries so hard not to cry at first, blinking rapidly while pressing his lips together to hold himself together, but the second you smile nervously at him from halfway down the aisle, tears immediately start slipping down his face anyway.
enjin who laughs quietly out of embarrassment while wiping at his eyes because he knows everyone can see him crying, yet he genuinely can’t stop himself no matter how much he tries.
enjin who notices every tiny detail about you while you walk closer — the way your hands slightly shake, the sparkle in your eyes, the way your outfit moves when you walk — and each little thing somehow makes him even more emotional.
enjin who whispers the softest, shakier “you look so beautiful…” once you finally reach him, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence while he carefully takes your hands in his trembling ones.
enjin who tears up again during the vows because hearing you promise your future to him feels overwhelming in the best possible way, like he still can’t believe this is actually real.
enjin who pulls you into his arms after the ceremony with watery eyes and the happiest smile on his face, quietly admitting against your forehead that he started crying the second he saw you walk in.
𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 who swears he’s definitely not gonna cry at the wedding, rolling his eyes whenever someone brings it up and insisting he’s “not that emotional,” even though everybody already knows he’s lying.
tamsy who immediately loses that cocky expression the second the doors open and he sees you walking down the aisle, his whole face softening without him even realizing it.
tamsy who just stares at you in complete silence for a few seconds because you genuinely take his breath away, and suddenly all the teasing comments he planned in his head disappear completely.
tamsy who quickly looks away and laughs under his breath when his eyes start burning a little, trying to play it off like nothing’s happening because there’s no way he’s crying in front of everybody.
tamsy who keeps rubbing at under his eyes “just because they’re irritated,” yet the closer you get to him, the harder it becomes to hide how emotional he actually is.
tamsy who mutters a quiet “damn…” under his breath when you finally reach the altar because he honestly can’t think of anything else to say after seeing how beautiful you look.
tamsy who ends up tearing up during the vows instead, especially when he hears the emotion in your voice, and suddenly he has to look down for a second so he doesn’t fully break apart in front of everyone.
tamsy who denies crying afterward even when his eyes are obviously red, immediately grumbling “shut up.” when people tease him about it while still holding your hand tightly the entire time.
tamsy who eventually admits later that seeing you walk toward him was the moment it really hit him that he got to spend the rest of his life with you.
𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐔 who stands at the wedding ceremony looking unusually still, like he’s forcing his body to stay composed, because anything else would mean letting himself actually feel what’s happening.
zanka who thought he had already experienced the worst kinds of pain before—betrayal, abandonment, from his siblings and other things that carved themselves into him too deeply—but somehow this moment hits him in a way he wasn’t prepared for at all.
zanka who goes completely silent the second the doors open, his eyes locking onto you instantly as you begin walking down the aisle, and for a split second he forgets how to breathe.
zanka who feels something crack inside his chest, not like pain exactly, but something overwhelming and unfamiliar that makes his throat tighten in a way he doesn’t understand at first.
zanka who instinctively grips his own hand behind his back just to ground himself, because his emotions are rising too fast and too strong for him to keep under control.
zanka who tries to process it logically at first “why does this feel heavier than everything else i’ve survived?” but realizes it’s because this isn’t loss or betrayal… it’s love being given back to him so freely.
zanka who watches you get closer and feels his composure slip in slow, almost silent pieces, his expression tightening as he fights the urge to react at all.
zanka who finally exhales shakily when you reach him, his voice lower than usual when he quietly says your name, like he’s grounding himself in it.
zanka who doesn’t fully cry at first, but his eyes go glassy and unfocused, like he’s holding back something too big to name, and it frustrates him that he can’t control it the way he usually does.
zanka who finally lets out a quiet, broken breath when the ceremony ends, still not fully understanding the emotion in his chest, but holding your hand tighter anyway because he knows one thing for certain; he’s not letting go.
𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐇𝐀 who stands very still and proper, hands folded neatly in front of him, face calm like always—but his eyes are already softer than usual, like he’s quietly waiting for something important.
corvus who looks up the moment the doors open, and the second he sees you, his expression changes just a little—his eyes soften, his shoulders relax slightly, and he stops blinking for a moment.
corvus who watches you start walking down the aisle and doesn’t move at all, like he’s afraid even the smallest movement will make him miss a second of it.
corvus who feels his chest get tight in a way he doesn’t fully show on his face, but his breathing slows because he’s trying to stay calm while his emotions build up inside.
corvus who slowly starts tearing up, but quietly—his eyes just get a little glassy at first, like he didn’t even notice it happening.
corvus who keeps looking at you the entire time, taking in every detail: your steps, your expression, the way your clothes move, like he wants to remember this moment forever.
corvus who gently lowers his gaze for a second when it becomes too much, then looks back up right away because he doesn’t want to miss you coming closer.
corvus who quietly wipes under his eye once, very carefully and subtle, like he’s still trying to stay composed and respectful in front of everyone.
corvus who lets a small, soft smile show even while his eyes are wet, because he feels proud and happy, not overwhelmed in a bad way—just deeply moved.
𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐙𝐀 who is already emotional before the ceremony even starts, pacing a little, fixing his outfit over and over, acting loud and confident—but his voice is a bit too shaky when people talk to him.
the second the doors open he literally stops moving mid-breath because he sees you and completely forgets how to function.
august who immediately starts crying the moment you take your first step down the aisle, no warning at all, just full tears because he’s already overwhelmed seeing you like that.
august who doesn’t even try to hide it—he’s wiping his face, laughing through it, crying harder at the same time, like he’s too happy to care how he looks.
august who keeps pointing at you like “that’s my girl” under his breath, even while his voice cracks and he’s basically sobbing openly in front of everyone.
august who looks at you like he’s seeing the best thing in the world, completely in love, completely unbothered by how loud he’s crying.
august who sniffles loudly, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, but still keeps his gaze locked on you the entire walk down the aisle like he can’t look away for even a second.
august who cries even harder when you get closer, laughing and saying “you’re so pretty, what the hell!” in between tears because he’s genuinely overwhelmed.
august who proudly tells everyone afterward, still teary-eyed and smiling big, that he cried because he’s lucky and he’d do it again every time just to see you walk toward him.
𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐍 who’s shoulders relaxed but his hands slightly tense at his sides, like he’s trying to keep everything calm on the outside.
gris who looks up when the doors open, and the moment he sees you, his expression softens so quickly it almost feels like it happens before he can even think about it.
gris who watches you walk down the aisle without saying a word, his eyes following you carefully like he’s afraid to miss even a single step.
gris who slowly starts to tear up, but very quietly—his eyes just get a little glossy at first, like he’s trying to blink it away but it doesn’t work.
gris who keeps his breathing slow and steady, but his gaze never leaves you, like he’s fully focused on you and nothing else in the room exists.
gris who looks down for a second, pressing his lips together, then looks back up at you again because he can’t stop himself from watching you.
gris who softly wipes under his eye once, very small and careful, like he doesn’t want to draw attention to it at all. he lets out a quiet breath that almost sounds like a tiny laugh, because he’s emotional but in a warm, gentle way.
gris who smiles softly through his tears when you get closer, his expression calm but full of love, like he’s proud just to be standing there waiting for you.
𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎 who looks calm from a distance, but if you pay attention you can see he’s nervous the whole time—fingers twitching slightly, swallowing a bit too often, standing a little too stiff at the ceremony.
follo who keeps telling himself he’s fine, that he can handle it, but the moment the doors open and he sees you, all of that disappears instantly.
follo who goes completely still like his brain just stops working, because seeing you in your wedding outfit hits him so hard he can’t even react at first.
follo who feels his chest tighten immediately, like all his nervousness turns into something bigger and heavier, and he has to blink fast just to keep his eyes from burning.
follo who starts tearing up way faster than he expects, like he didn’t even get a chance to prepare himself before it happens. he tries to look away for a second because it feels too overwhelming, but he just can’t—his eyes keep going back to you no matter what.
follo who quietly wipes his face with the back of his hand, a little embarrassed, because he’s clearly emotional but also trying not to make it obvious.
follo who lets out a shaky breath when you get closer, like he’s holding himself together by a thread, and his voice almost fails him when he whispers your name.
follo who looks like he’s on the edge of crying fully, but it’s not messy—it’s just pure overwhelm, like he can’t believe you’re really there, walking toward him.
follo who is still visibly teary during the vows, but he keeps looking at you with soft, overwhelmed eyes like he’s terrified of losing the moment even though it’s already his.
𝐅𝐔 𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 who stands at the ceremony very quietly, shoulders a little stiff, eyes lowered most of the time because he’s trying so hard to keep his nerves under control.
fu who keeps swallowing and breathing slowly, because his heart has been beating fast since the moment the ceremony started and it only gets worse the longer he waits.
fu who looks up when the doors open and sees you, and instantly goes still like his whole body forgot how to move. he feels his heart jump so hard it almost hurts, and he has to grip his hands together in front of him just to stop them from shaking.
fu who watches you start walking down the aisle and slowly starts to tear up, not in a loud way, just quiet emotion building in his eyes. then he looks away for a second because it feels too intense, then looks back right away because he can’t stop himself from watching you.
fu who quietly breathes your name under his breath without even meaning to, like his feelings slipped out before he could control them.
fu who keeps blinking a lot, trying to calm down, but his eyes are already glassy and soft as you get closer. he looks like he’s overwhelmed in a gentle way—no panic, just pure emotion and nervous love mixing together in his chest.
fu who gently reaches for your hand when you finally reach him, his fingers still slightly shaky, but he holds on like he needs the contact to stay steady.
fu who softly looks at you during the vows, still a little teary, but his heart finally slowing down a bit now that you’re right there with him.
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐋 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍 who looking completely unreadable at first, with calm face, steady posture, no visible reaction—like nothing in the world could shake him.
zodyl who sees you appear and doesn’t move at all, but something in his gaze changes—so slight it would be easy to miss, like his focus sharpens completely on you.
zodyl who feels something unfamiliar tighten in his chest the moment you start walking down the aisle, like an old instinct he doesn’t fully understand trying to surface.
zodyl who stays silent the entire time, but his breathing slows, heavier than before, because the emotion hits deeper than he expected and he doesn’t have a name for it.
zodyl who doesn’t cry openly, but his eyes soften in a way that contradicts everything about his usual cold expression. he keeps staring at you like he’s trying to memorize every step you take, as if this moment is something he refuses to ever forget.
zodyl who briefly looks away, almost annoyed at himself for feeling anything at all, then looks right back because he can’t stop watching you.
zodyl who subtly clenches his hand behind his back, grounding himself, because the feeling in his chest is too strong to ignore but too unfamiliar to show.
zodyl who finally speaks your name when you reach him, voice low and controlled, but there’s a quiet weight behind it that gives him away.
𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 who is already buzzing with energy before the ceremony even starts, unable to stand still for more than a few seconds, talking too fast, grinning like he’s about to explode.
jabber who tries to act “cool” at the event but keeps shifting his weight, cracking his neck, and laughing under his breath because he can’t handle the anticipation.
jabber who the second the doors open just loses it completely—eyes snapping to you like a switch flipped in his brain. he starts laughing out loud in disbelief while also tearing up at the same time, like his emotions are fighting each other and neither is winning.
jabber who points at you like “that’s you, that’s REALLY you,” even though everyone can see you, because he’s too overwhelmed to act normal.
jabber who starts talking nonstop mid-walk—half compliments, half nonsense, all emotion like “you’re insane, you look insane, i can’t believe this is real—”
jabber who is openly crying now but still smiling huge, wiping his face with his sleeve and laughing like he’s having the best moment of his life. he nearly steps forward too early because he just wants to grab your hands immediately, like he physically can’t wait anymore.
jabber who finally gets to you and immediately holds your face or your hands too tightly, shaking his head like he still can’t process it.
jabber who keeps blurting out “i’m done, i’m actually done, i love you so much” in between laughing and crying, completely unfiltered.
Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader! x Bucky Barnes
Summary: Coincidentally, everyone is having sleep issues one night, and they come to you to seek out your comfort.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst (kind of), Intimate Touching (non-sexual though), Lots of Cuddling, And a bit of Awkwardness.
Author’s Note: I may or may not do more with these three…Hint double hint. But I absolutely loved the idea and the awkwardness that could possibly ensue if you were two people’s comfort person…I certainly wasn’t kicking my feet and giggling while writing this lol. Enjoy <3
Word Count: 3,021
Next Part
Your room was quiet, steeped in a hushed, amber-tinted glow that felt more like a lullaby than light. The old wall sconce above your desk buzzed faintly, its filament flickering with the kind of uneven rhythm that should’ve been annoying, but had long since become familiar–softer than silence, steadier than thought. In the far corner, your salt lamp glowed like a dying ember, casting a low, rose-gold hue that melted into the walls and floor, giving every surface the illusion of warmth even in the late-night chill.
Outside, the rain whispered steadily against the windows, not a storm, just that persistent, needling drizzle that clung to the glass like it didn’t want to leave. It pooled in the corners of the sill and slid down in slow, meandering rivulets, tracing lazy paths through the city grime. That sound–soft static and water–was usually enough to soothe your mind into stillness. A constant, familiar hush that blurred the edges of thought and wrapped around your senses like a shield.
You were tangled up beneath a fortress of heavy blankets and layered throws, their weight pressing down over your shoulders like an arm curled around you. The fabric smelled faintly of lavender, mint, patchouli and clean laundry, warmed by the heat you’d trapped beneath them hours ago. In your hands, a worn paperback sat open on you, its yellowed pages fanned gently with the curl of time and use. The spine cracked softly each time you turned a page, and the cover–creased at the corners and faded from sun–bore the faint scent of a used bookstore: paper, dust, and someone else’s perfume.
You had picked it up weeks ago from a little shop in the middle of the city, fully intending to read it the same night, but life had its way of pushing things aside. Now, here in the glow of your room, with the rain curling around the windows, you were utterly immersed. You barely noticed how tense your shoulders had gotten, or how your legs had gone numb beneath the blankets–you were too deep inside it, clinging to each word like it might disappear if you blinked too long.
You shifted onto your side, blanket sliding off your shoulder slightly, and flipped to the next page with the kind of reverence usually reserved for sacred texts. The next line of dialogue was already calling to you–and then–
Knock Knock
It was soft, barely audible, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you were in total silence you would’ve missed it. You froze mid-breath, eyes lifting from the page, heart ticking a little–not from fear, but from anticipation. You knew that knock. There were only two people in the whole compound who ever knocked like that.
Bucky or Bob.
It was always a surprise to you who would walk through the door.
For the past couple of months, you had been the unofficial comfort person for them–Bucky and Bob, two men stitched together by grief and guilt and the kind of quiet loneliness that didn’t always show. They never came on the same nights, never overlapped. It was like they had an unspoken agreement, or maybe some sixth sense, knowing when the other needed you more, without actually acknowledging the fact that you were being shared between them. And somehow, you always had space for it. For them. It had become routine for you–curling up with one of their bodies pressed to yours, listening to the soft cadence of their breathing drift into sleep, their presence grounding, warm, and achingly human. Sometimes you would speak to them, but oftentimes they were too distracted to even respond to you.
Both of them had their preferences, sometimes Bucky would slide his vibranium hand beneath your top, just to trace the skin of your back or stomach, like it was a way to soothe himself. Bob on the other hand seemed like he fully wanted to melt into you, most of the time the two of you looked like one monstrous pile of tangled limbs–exchanging breaths and knocking noses by accident from how close you would get. You didn’t have a preference for either person though, you were just glad that they had so much trust in you to actually come and seek out the comfort that they needed.
You cleared your throat softly, closing the book with care and slipping your bookmark into the page before whispering, “Come in.”
The door creaked open a few seconds later, just enough for a sliver of light from the hallway to pool across the floor. Then he appeared–Bob, soft-eyed and sheepish, shuffling into the glow of your room with an uneven gait. His light brown hair was pulled back into a loose bun, a few strands escaping to cling to his temples. He looked tired in the way only he could: like he’d fought off sleep for hours before finally giving up and walking down the hall to you. The shadows beneath his eyes were gentler in your lighting, made less hollow by the way the salt lamp warmed the edges of him, casting him in honey instead of sorrow.
He wore a plain white t-shirt and black joggers, both slightly wrinkled, like he’d been curled on top of his bed before coming here. The cotton clung faintly to his chest and arms, stretched just a little around the quiet strength he always tried to make smaller than it was. His feet padded quietly across the rug, and he smiled at you, tentative and crooked.
“Hey, stranger…” You greeted softly, watching him step further into your room, closing the door behind him. He wrung his hands together, fingers twisting with nervous habit, something he had always done in moments like these–in moments where he needed to ask something of you.
“Do you…Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?” His voice cracked just slightly near the end, like he was preparing himself for a different answer that he usually got. You let out a breath of a laugh, warm and fond.
”When have I ever said no to you?” He gave a tiny shrug, toeing off his socks gently.
”Well…I thought I’d ask, just in ca-case you wanted some time alone…Or something.” He replied quietly.
”I would’ve told you if I did.” You commented, already shifting the blankets back for him. Watching as he moved carefully like he didn’t want to possibly disturb the sanctity of your room. He tiptoed towards your bed, slipping beneath the covers slowly, like he was easing himself into a body of water. The moment he settled beside you and adjusted slightly against your memory foam mattress, you placed your book behind you on the nightstand and turned onto your side to face him.
He took a few deep breaths–each one a little steadier than the last–before mirroring your position, turning onto his side to face you in the hush. You opened your arms for him without a word, and he slid into the space like he belonged there, like your embrace was the only place his body remembered how to breathe.
His legs tangled with yours under the blankets in a natural sprawl, his limbs looping around you until you could hardly tell where one of you ended and the other began. One of his arms slid beneath your side, the other curled around your back, palm splayed between your shoulder blades. He was the pure embodiment of heat, all soft cotton and quiet strength, chest rising and falling against yours in a rhythm that slowly began to match your own.
Your fingers found the tie that held his hair back away from his face, and you unfastened it slowly, allowing the strands to fall loose in messy waves. They slipped through your fingers like warm silk as you threaded through them slowly, brushing the mane of hair gently with the patience of a saint. He nestled even closer to you, humming at the sensation, burying his nose into your shirt with a quiet exhale, warming the fabric.
Then, in a barely there, incoherent mumble that you had grown used to, he said “Always smell…Nice.”
You smiled at the comment, and rested your cheek against the crown of his head, breathing in the tea tree oil conditioner he used for his hair before folding yourself around him like he was something to protect, continuing to run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
His breath deepened again, lashes fluttering against your shirt, muscles relaxing into you like melting wax.
You were just beginning to slip into that warm, floaty drift of half-sleep, your body starting to give itself over to stillness, when–
Tap. Tap tap. Tap.
Your eyes opened at the familiar rhythm, lids heavy with sleep but not enough to miss it–tap, tap tap, tap–that cautious little code of his. You blinked once, and brought your gaze toward the door, your hand still resting in Bob’s hair, your other arm curled around his waist where he lay folded into you.
Bob stirred against your chest with a faint sigh, just enough to press his face deeper into your shirt, but not enough to fully register what was happening.
The door opened a crack.
Then a little wider.
And there stood Bucky.
His silhouette cut a dark shape against the dim hallway glow, his hair tousled from sleep or tossing in bed, his black t-shirt clinging to his shoulders and biceps, and the familiar flannel pajama pants–blue, slightly rumpled, soft from years of wear–hanging low on his hips. His bare feet were silent on the hardwood, his black vibranium arm glinting just slightly in the low light.
He stopped in the doorway, startled. You watched his expression shift–guarded first, then confused, then…Quietly resigned. His wide blue eyes landed on you. Then Bob. Then you again. You could see the flicker of understanding behind them, like this wasn’t a shock but still something he needed a second to register.
“Sorry,” He murmured. “I can come back.”
He was already beginning to turn, hand reaching to pull the door closed when you whispered, “Wait…No. It’s okay… You can come in.”
Bucky hesitated for a moment, his hand tightening around the handle of the door, almost like he was considering listening to you. Then you felt Bob move against you, groggy but aware, head lifting slightly from your chest.
“Who is it?” He mumbled, voice rough with exhaustion, his words more vibration than sound. Your fingers halted in his hair for a moment as you glanced down at him.
”It’s Bucky…Is it okay if he joins us?’ There was barely a beat of hesitation before Bob gave a small sleepy nod against you, letting out a little sigh.
”Sure…I don’t want to im-impose on him getting sleep…” He commented, his words slurring with drowsiness, “We’ll have to deal with him if he’s grumpy tomorrow.” You huffed out a soft laugh, affection blooming in your chest like a second heartbeat.
“You’re definitely right on that,” You whispered, shifting him closer to you as he settled back into his place, his limbs going heavy against yours again, taking in slow pulls of air. You tilted your gaze back up to Bucky’s, seeing that he was still processing what was going on in front of him. You gave him a small nod.
”Come on, don’t be shy.” You whispered, motioning for him. He lingered in the doorway for a moment longer, eyes flicking to Bob curled against your chest, then back to you. He looked hesitant–like standing on the edge of something too tender to touch, unsure if he had the right to interrupt and intrude on something that was already so full of connection. But your expression didn’t waver, and the look in your eyes was welcoming and so warm…
So he took the plunge and crossed the room in a few quiet strides, the floorboards creaking just slightly beneath the heavy weight of his feet.
”Should I…” He started pausing near your light, “Should I turn this off?” You nodded.
”Yeah, that would be good, thank you.” The wall sconce flicked off with a tiny click, the room dimming all at once into shadow. The only light that remained spilled in through the window: soft, fractured glows from the city skyline–orange neon and cool blue flickers dancing faintly across your floorboards, the edge of your desk, and the lower halves of the curtains. It painted the room in a hush. A kind of peace that wrapped around the three of you like another blanket. You heard the gentle rustle of fabric as Bucky approached. Then the whisper of the comforter being tugged back. The mattress dipped slightly behind you, and you shifted just enough to give him space as he slid beneath the blankets.
Then the covers were drawn back over all of you–tucked in again, sealed into this private cocoon of silence, breaths, and body heat. Bucky settled in behind you, moving gently to adjust to the positioning without taking up too much space. His vibranium arm slid over your waist. It was cold at first, but it warmed quickly against your skin due to the heat that was entrapped beneath the covers–which was mainly caused by Bob’s overheating. The metal arm rested just slightly higher than Bob’s, like a second tether holding you in place. A quieter claim. A mirrored need.
Then slowly he slid his other arm beneath your pillow, seeking your free hand in the dark. You met him halfway, your fingers relaxing easily into his as he laced them together–skin to skin, his warmth grounding and familiar. His thumb stroked once across the back of your hand, then stilled, his chest expanding slowly against your back, before shifting downward, nuzzling himself closer until his beard grazed against the space between your shoulder blades. His breath was hot and steady through the thin cotton of your shirt as he melted into your body completely. Bob let out a small, breathy snore–just a little noise fluttering against you. You gave Bucky’s hand a soft squeeze beneath the pillow.
“You okay, Buck?” You whispered, your voice muffled by the hush of the blankets and Bob’s hair that was sticking up every which way beneath your chin. He nodded against your back, the scruffiness of his cheek dragging along the fabric of your shirt again.
”Definitely better now…” He murmured, his voice low and raw in that sleep-soft way. “But I don’t know how you survive this heat…Feels like the tropics.” You huffed a sleepy laugh, pressing a little closer to Bob just to prove your point.
“Imagine how it feels being pressed against it every other night, basically…You get used to it after a while.” Bucky gave a slow hum, almost like a chuckle trapped deep in his chest.
“I guess that’s true ’cause you got used to me…” He commented. At that, Bob shifted slightly, dragging his leg further between yours. His cheek nestled into the curve between your chest again, and you could feel the unmistakable warmth of drool beginning to soak through your shirt. You sighed, amused, and tilted your head toward Bucky.
“You say that like you’re a burden or something…” You whispered gently, brushing your thumb along the back of his hand. “Which isn’t even close to the truth.” Bucky didn’t say anything right away. Instead, his vibranium arm slid lower over your waist, the plates flexing softly before his palm splayed wide across your stomach. He tucked himself closer into your back, his breath slowing as he melted into you with a quiet intensity.
“Well…” He finally replied, barely audible, “…I’m glad you think that way.” Another snore rattled out of Bob–louder this time. He shifted again, adjusting his face against your chest, arms tightening around your waist again, not to pull you away from Bucky but to get even closer–if he could manage that.
A slow, sleepy smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.
“I think we should do this more often,” You murmured into the dark, the words barely more than a breath.
Bucky shifted behind you just slightly–enough for his nose to nudge against the curve of your spine. His hand squeezed yours gently, voice quiet and low against the shell of your ear.
“It’s not as awkward as I expected it to be…” He admitted, and you could feel the grin he tried to hide against your shirt. “So I wouldn’t object to the idea.”
You smirked, your voice light despite the weight of the bodies wrapped around you. “Well, I guess we’ll have to run it by Bob in the morning then…”
There was a pause.
Then, muffled against your chest, Bob let out a little grunt of awareness. “Good for…Me.”
That sent a puff of laughter out of both you and Bucky, breathy and brief and a little stunned–like the sound surprised you as it escaped. Not loud enough to disturb the peace of the room, but just enough to feel like a thread of gold had stitched its way into the quiet.
You closed your eyes, letting your body relax again between the two of them, tucked between metal and muscle and tangled limbs, feeling every inch of warmth and closeness.
Bucky adjusted his hold, pulling you just a little closer, while Bob let out another soft, sleep-heavy sigh and nosed further into your chest, content.
Outside, the rain whispered like a lullaby.
And inside, you drifted into sleep wrapped in everything that mattered.
ship: clark kent x f! reader (established relationship)
content warnings: (sfw) fluff & protective behavior, light possessiveness (consensual & affectionate) work-place tension with raised voices, christmas setting, lois, jimmy, cat, perry and steve cameos
word count: 2k
author's note: kinkmas day 20 🎄
five days until christmas... and five days until kinkmas final. which feels insane to say out loud. this one was written with bitten lips, and full anthony mackie meme energy because protective clark in a newsroom around christmas time? yeah. i folded immediately.
as always, thank you for being part of my little strawberry patch 🍓 i hope this one makes you feel safe, soft and a little feral in the best way.
xo, lae ᯓᡣ𐭩
now playing: baby please come home by darlene love ⋆˙⟡
the daily planet bullpen was alive with it's usual charm and hustle and bussle. phones ringing, typing on keyboards, the ocasional laughter rising above the noise. yet, despite the usual chaos, there was a quiet charm in the air. christmas decor adorned desks and bulletin boards, among their usual clutter. tiny trees blinked with white and multi coloured lights from a small corner, garlands were drapped hapazardly across shelves with candy canes hung from string like festive ornaments. snow fell gently outside, frosting the windows, and coating the outside of the planet's walk way.
the offices' local radio came through scratchy croon of bing cosby singing a holiday tune, giving the room an oddly cozy, old-fashioned atmosphere. you leaned against the edge fo your desk, speaking animatedly to cat, lois, and even jimmy. "i mean... really he's been everywhere these past few days. toy drives, shelters, the fire station this morning... and even stopped by leo's diner before the city woke up, made sure the tip jar was full. it's like he's everywhere, spreading cheer!" jimmy grinned, leaning forward. "sounds like superman's trying to earn extra brownie points for the holidays. i mean, the guy's basically a saint." his own big ear to eat smile brushing across his freckled face.
cat smirked, adjusting her glasses and giving you a pointed look. "oh, so you like him that much, huh?" her voice was playful, teasing but sharp enough to make your cheeks warm. lois, perched on the edge of her own desk, leaned back with her arms crossed and a mischievous glint in her eyes. "careful, clark might get jealous if he hears you gushing like that." you laughed softly, brushing the comment off, though a subtle fluster of warmth spread through you. "i'm just... noticing the good he's done, that's all. i appreciate it." from across the room, steve's plaful voice chimed in with a teasing drawl. "oh yeah, if you like that sort of thing, miss princess."
your smile faltered for just a moment, and you felt the faintest twinge of fluster rise in you chest. clark, who had been standing nearby pretemding to sort through a stack of papers, froze mid-motion. his glasses perched just so on the bridge of his nose, he adjusted them with the tip of his finger, though his eyes never left you. the office around you became background noise—the chatter, the clacking of keyboards, ringing of phones, it all seemed to blur into a soft hum as clark's gaze sharpened, observing every tiny inflection in your expression. you swallowed, suddenly very aware of him and his presence.
three months in, you still felt the little jolt that came whenever clark's attention was fully on you. and today, there was something more. something careful, watchful, protective. "clark." you whispered softly, almost to yourself. "i'm fine." he stepped slightly closer, the air between you contracting in the smallest, unspoken way. "i know." he said, voice low, calm and measured. "i just-i noticed." his jaw tightened ever so slightly, a subtle flash of possesiveness crossing his expression, though he quickly masked it behind the familiar, mild-mannered calm of clark kent. you glanced back at your co-workers, trying to laugh it off.
even cat's knowing smirk couldn't distract you from the tension humming quietly between you and clark. "i think she's fine." jimmy said, his obliviousness to to the silent battle of attention and sublte energy happening right next to him. "she's more than fine." clark murmured under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. his shoulder brushed yours slightly, a movement so sublte it could have been accidental, but you knew better. your hand brushed briefly against his as you shifted your papers. clark's thumb moved instinctively to trcae a light circle on your wrist,possesive protective, but impossibly gentle.
your stomach fluttered at the touch, warmth spreading through you like the first sip of hot cocoa on a cold day. "clark..." your voice softlu murmured, trying to tease, trying to keep your voice casual. "you don't have to hover." he smiled softly, not enough to reach his eyes. "i'm not hovering." he said softly, a corner of his mouth twitched ina ghost of a smile. "i'm making sure you're comfortable, safe." a blush crept over your cheeks, and you leaned just a little closer, letting your shoulder brush against his. he didn't move away, in fact, he adjusted slightly, draping his arms over the back of your chair in a protective cocoon. it was sublte but deliberate.
the office seemed to melt around you, leaving only the two of you in a quiet bubble amid the christmas office bustle. cat, not missing a beat, tilted her head and quipped. "careful, clark. you're giving off serious santa-with-the-cookies vibes, and it's boderline threatening in the best way." lois, stifled a laugh behind her hand, eyes flickering between you and clark with an unmistakable curiosity. "i get it now." she murmured, just loud enough to be annoying. "you talk about superman like that, and suddenly kent's hovering like a guard dog." steve, completely oblivious, leaned against your desk with a grin. "yeah, it's kinda adorable.
big superhero crush, huh?" before you could even form a response, clark's chair scraped back, loud, sudden. "that's enough." the bullpen quited in an instant. steve blinked, caught off guard. lois' brows lifted, surprise flickering across her face. clark stood there, broad shoulders squared, jaw tight in a way you'd only seen a handful of times, the way it got when someone crossed a line. "you don't get to comment to her like that." clark said, voice firm, no stutter, no awkward kent softness like usual. "not as a joke, not ever." lois opened her mouth, jimmy's comment trying to ease the tension here.
"clark buddy, relax." his eyes snapped up to jimmy. "no!" he snapped himself, sharper now, eyes flashing. "you relax, olsen." a beat of stunned silence followed. jimmy's grin falters, as cat watches with open interest, lips pursed like she was filing this away for later. steve muttered something under his breath and backed-off, auddenly very interested in his monitor. perry's office door cracked open enough for his voice to carry. "kent." he warned, "bullpen." clark exhaled slowly, visibly reigning himself in. "sorry, cheif." the words were polite, the edge beneath them not so much. he sat back down, the chair creaking underneath his weight, but he didn't dare move away from you.
if anything, clark shifted closer to you. your pulse was loud in your ears as you leaned toward him, voice low. "clark..." you murmured, "you didn't have to-" his voice in a low murmur alike yours cuts you off gently, "yes, i did." his hand finds yours under the desk, fingers warm, steady and possessive. his thumb brushed your knuckles once, in a slow grounding way. "it's... complicated." you said quietly, more to fill the space than anything else. clark's gaze softened immediately when he looked at you. the tension drained from his shoulders, replaces by something private. something only you ever got to see. "it's not complicated..." his said under his breath "just mine."
and your breath hitched then, ever so quietly so no one lese could hear his voice, it came. "you know." he murmured, lips barley moving, "i could hear his heartbeat spike from acorss the room." your eyes widened, a mix of shock and heat flooding to your chest. "clark." you warned. "i could hear yours too." he added softly, a dangerous hintog a smile tugging at his mouth. "son't pretend you weren't affected." you swallow, your cheeks pinked. "your using thst agaisnt me." you stated squeezing his fingers. "only a little." he said his thumb pressing more firmly into your hand. "and only because you're safe with me."
outside, the snow had came to a gentle still, snowflakes drifiting lazily past the windows, blanketing into the snow on metropolis' streets in a quiet white field. the office lights had glowed warm and golden, but the heat curling through you had nothing to do with them. "you know..." you whispered, leaning into him just enough for your hair to brush his shoulder, "you're doing a very good job. even without your cape, superman." clark's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "careful." he warned, teasingly. "you know i don't always leave it at home." you laughed softly, your cheek brushing his chest as you leaned closer.
he was solid, steady and unmistakably there. his arm shifted behind you, still protective without being obvious, his own version of restraint. cat smirked from her desk. "wow! someone's taking wprkplace loyalty very seriously." lois rolled her eyes, though there was a small smile tugging her lips there too. "she's glowing, kent. try not to scare the newsroom into thinking you've grown a backbone overnight." jimmy lifted a candy cane like a mircophone. "for the record, i', scared- but i'm also impressed." clark ignored them all, as his hand rose and brushed a strand of hair from your face. tucking it sweetly, behind your ear with deliberate care.
his breath was warm against your temple when he whispered, "i've got you." your fingers intertwined with his, natural as breathing. "for everything." he added quietly. "always, sweetheart." the bullpen noise faded once again, dissolving into a cozy background hum. foreheads brushed, with shared smiles passed between you two like secrects. snow silent as you looked into each other's eyes for the millionth time. bing crosby's voice crooned faintly still on the radio. clark adjusted your scarf once. his touch lingering just enough to make your heart stumble. "i've got you, sweetheart." he repeated, softer still. "and no one else needs to." you pressed into him closer, laughting warmly as a quiet glow formed inside your chest.
"i know." you whispered, "i wouldn't have it any other way, clark." and there, beneath twinking white and mutli coloured lights, surrounded by the smell of ink and stale coffee, with the printer wiring to life and cooling down. surrounded by the snow and frosty ice, with christmas warmth, you knew it was true. the world could be loud and dangerous but also unpredictable. but with your beau, clark kent. you were, protected, chosen, and most importantly his.
author's note cont.
thank you so much for reading this little cozy moment with clark. i had the softest time writing this, snow-outside-the-window energy and all, and i hope it felt like a gentle exhale for you too. thank you for being here, for supporting my writing, and for making this space feel so safe and special.
thank you to my mutuals and readers and passer-byers who've been here, hyping me up, and making this whole kinkmas experience feel so warm and special. writing this felt like wrapping myself in a cpzy sweater and letting clark do what he does best: protect quietly but completely.
all the love,
lae 🍓
Summary: Simon “Ghost” Riley comes home bruised and bone-tired, but in your arms, he remembers what peace feels like.
CW: I wrote this with fem!reader in mind but don’t think I used any identifying pronouns (lettme know if I’m wrong!), mentions of injury (post-mission), super disgustingly cute and fluffy!!
I’m obsessed with the COD men and finally braved writing one for the first time!! Pls let me know if you want to see more of them ;))
Dividers by the wonderful @strangergraphics
You froze mid-step in the kitchen, still holding your mug. The world outside was quiet, thin rain whispering against the windows. Your pulse tripped over itself.
Another knock.
Then— his voice.
“Open up, love. S’alright. It’s me.”
The mug clattered into the sink, half-full tea blooming like a bruise in the water. You didn’t bother with slippers— just ran.
And there he was.
Simon stood on the threshold, massive and shadowed, the porch light catching the edge of his jaw beneath the black of his balaclava. The rain had soaked his shoulders, beads of water tracing down his gear. He looked exhausted. Alive. Real.
“Christ,” you breathed. “Simon—“
He didn’t say a word, just stepped forward and caught you in his arms, holding you so tightly you could barely draw a breath. He smelled of metal, smoke, and the long miles between them.
“Didn’t tell me you were comin’ home,” you whispered against his chest.
“Wanted t’see your face,” he murmured, voice thick with that slow Northern lilt. “Proper surprise, yeah?”
“Nearly gave me a heart attack, you absolute bastard.”
He huffed a laugh, the sound rumbling through you. “Aye, but worth it. Missed you somethin’ fierce.”
You stayed tangled in the doorway, rain sneaking past his boots, your fingers curled into the back of his jacket. When he finally pulled back, you could see the dark circles under his eyes, the tightness in his shoulders.
“You’re hurt,” you said softly.
“Just a scratch.”
“Simon.”
He sighed. “Alright, maybe. But I’m here, yeah? That’s what matters.”
You led him inside, hand never leaving his. He dropped his gear by the door like he was shedding a skin, all the weight and blood of the last few months left in a neat pile on the mat. When the mask came off, your heart stuttered.
His face was tired, beautiful in its ruin. A bruise saw high on his cheekbone; a cut ghosted across his lips. But his eyes— those soft brown eyes— were gentle, full of something fragile.
“You look wrecked,” you whispered.
He smiled, lazy and crooked. “Feel worse. But you— bloody hell, you look good. Always do.”
“Flatterer.”
“Truth-teller, love.”
You fished over him until he caved— bandaged, warm washcloth, tea. He sat on the couch while you cleaned him up, his long legs sprawled, eyes following your every move. The lamp threw a honeyed glow across the room, soft and slow, and when you leaned close to dab his cheek, he caught your hand.
“Missed this,” he said quietly. “Missed you.”
You smiled. “You say that like you didn’t talk my ear off over the phone almost every night.”
He chuckled, deep and rough. “Not the same. Can’t kiss you over the line, can I?”
Your breath hitched just a little, and his grin turned wicked.
“Go on, then,” you said, eyes narrowing playfully. “You’ve got your chance.”
He didn’t need more permission than that. His hand came up to cradle your face, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth before he kissed you— soft at first, like he was remembering how. Then deeper, steadier.
When he pulled back, his forehead stayed against yours. “You smell like home,” he murmured. “Like I’ve been fightin’ just to get to this.”
You laughed quietly, fingers tracing his jaw. “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Oh, I absolutely will.”
He laughed then— a real laugh, the kind that cracked open the exhaustion and let the man beneath it breathe.
You ended up curled on the couch, your legs tucked under his, his head half-resting against your shoulder. The rain kept on, steady and soft.
“You stayin’?” You asked sleepily.
He looked down at you, eyes warm. “Not goin’ anywhere, love. Not for a long while.”
Your fingers brushed over his hand, where old scars met new. “Good.”
He pressed a kiss to your head. “Y’know,” he said, words fading into a chuckle, “you make the best bloody tea when I’m half-dead. Think I’ll keep gettin’ myself shot just for the service.”
You smacked his chest, laughing. “You’re impossible.”
“Mm. You love it.”
“I do,” you said softly. “God help me, I really do.”
He smiled against your temple, and for the first time in months, the world felt whole again.
Your eyes look up to him, your husband and father of the baby inside of your womb. “Excuse me?” You ask softly as he raises his hands to cover the surface of your swollen belly.
“I used to promise unrealistic things…for the people I had to protect and myself..I told them that I would burn the world down for them, kill every soul who tried to go against my way..to hurt instead of helping.” He murmured softly.
He looks at you with love, a pure one, then looks down at your eight months pregnant body and bend over to kiss your skin through the tissue of your dress.
“But for you-he starts again- I would forgive my past and embrace my future.”
A moment of silence prayers and peace as you run your hands through his hair, your ring shining against the light of the sun.
“For you..I’ll try to be a best person. For you and them..” He whispered. You chuckled and nodded.
“All I want now..is peace.” He begs as he felt the fruit of your love tapping against his hand.
Note : YOOHOU! First Drabble (?). I don’t know.
Sorry for the mistakes! English is not my first language and I just wrote it with feelings (ig) wasn’t present. I’m gonna # a lot of characters because I wanted it to be for the dc world but..
I felt like it is more than just the dc verse! Anyways love you💕
