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yeosangs-horizon · 1 year

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Tub Time (Rei x Reader)

Genre: Fluff + Smut | fem!reader Word Count: 1.9k Content Warning(s): Smut Spicy time in a tub, Rei’s first time, Praise kink, 18+ only Author’s Note: Very self indulgent soft smut because he won’t leave my mind <3 Esp how fatherly he was in today’s episode okie enjoyyy.

You kicked off your shoes as you entered Rei’s apartment. You practically lived there by now with how close you two have gotten and how much he wants you around. After a long day at your corporate job, you just wanted to relax in his arms. You took long strides and approached him, noticing that he was playing games in in the dark again. You were able to slip yourself under his arms, sitting between his legs as you gazed at his shooting abilities in the game. “Welcome home,” he mumbled whilst planting kisses on your scalp and inhaled your scent while still keeping his eyes still on the game.

You relaxed into his touch and tilted your head back to look at your lover. “I missed you baby,” you mused. “Missed you too,” he hummed, still attentive on his game. You wanted his attention and touch after a long day, but you knew how much his games acted as a relaxer to him. “Where’s Kazuki and Miri?” you asked wondering as the entire apartment was dark other than the TV screen. “Arcade. Miri kept complaining so Kazuki took em.” You hummed, realizing that you had the whole apartment to yourselves at the moment. They wouldn’t be back for awhile as it was still early if they just left. You shifted your weight and turned to face him, wanting to shower him with kisses.

You planted your face in the crook of his neck and smiled. You peppered kisses up his neck and on his jawline, something that always got him flustered and a surefire way to give you attention. “Baby…” you whispered calling him a pet name he oh so loves. He whimpered, giving into your attempts at getting him to pay attention to you. He set down his controller and gazed at you, something he would never do for anybody else. He would usually be irritated if somebody interrupted his gaming sessions but you? He gladly would put everything down for you. He leaned down and captured your lips with his. He seemed needy too. The two of you hadn’t gone too far in terms of being physical. You knew that Rei was still a virgin as he shyly confessed the fact to you and you hadn’t gotten any action in years. As of recently, the two of you have been taking it further, furthest being making out and touching each other fully clothed.

You knew that he loved being praised and being called pet names whilst being intimate. He always felt comfortable with your touch and craved it at times. You pressed your forehead onto his and caressed his jaw. “You’re so pretty Rei, I missed you a lot…” you trailed off, staring into his blue-grey orbs illuminated by the TV screen being on in the background. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled leaning in to close the gap between the two of you. You let your mouths collide and tongues dance around each other in a heated kiss. You snaked your hand to the back of his head, ruffling through his hair and running your fingers through his scalp, something that he surprisingly loved and made calmed him down.

You pulled back, feeling warm in the cheeks as you pressed your body closer to his, straddling your legs around his waist. You could feel his length bulging from the skinny jeans that he was wearing, indicating that he was thoroughly aroused by your actions. You pressed into him whilst sucking a hickey onto the side of his neck. “Just marking you as mine love,” you mouthed as he tilted his head back in pleasure. He let his hips be in control as he thrusted a bit to put pressure on your core that was already very needy. You ground down on him after the action, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure. His moans were high pitched, something that you did not expect when the two of you fooled around for one of the first times. “Let’s go to the- tub,” Rei breathed out, not wanting Kazuki and his daughter to walk in on the two of you getting frisky on the couch. You hummed in agreement as you reluctantly got off of him, core still aching and his bulge now more apparent and damp from your juices and his precum.

You interlaced your fingers in his hand as the two of you made your way to the washroom and to the tub where he sometimes slept. He never imagined getting intimate in it but he didn’t mind if it was with you. You pressed him against the wall, taking charge a bit as he was still a bit awkward with his actions at times. You trailed your hand down his collarbone, past his abs, and towards his hardened length. You rubbed your hands over his bulge, squeezing at his tip eliciting another moan from him. He was definitely needy now and so were you. “Do you want your first time to be with me tonight Rei?” You asked, looking at him with lustful eyes. “Yeah, I’m ready. (Y/N) I need you…” he pleaded. You smiled at him sweetly, unbuttoning his jeans letting his cock breathe a bit more. You let yourself slide down his body and plant gentle kisses on his bulge, just separated by his boxers. “You’re doing so well my love, let me know if you’re not okay with anything I do.” He nodded whilst staring down at you with his cheeks tinted pink. “T-touch me (Y/N)”.

You slid his boxers down to reveal his length, already leaking from his tip and ready for you. You felt your core flush with wetness as you became more aroused. You stood back up and proceeded to strip yourself of your pants. You stayed in your panties as you took a hold of his length and dragged it across them, practically feeling what is underneath because of how soaked them have become from your arousal. He let out a moan as his hands gripped your hips. “Let me make you feel good tonight baby,” you whispered to him with a kiss on the cheek. “Please…” he begged, thrusting up into your clothed core for friction. You finally peeled yourself from the wet panties and dragged his length across your now, bare, entrance. His tip slid across your folds and slipped in your hole really easily from the amount of arousal the two of you had amounted. “Fuck…” he whimpered, feeling the pleasure from the nerves on his tip. “Mm baby let’s get in the tub, it’s kinda hard for me to make you feel good when you’re so tall and I’m down here.” He nodded, not wanting to let himself slip out so soon but he knew what was coming soon. He slipped out, his length hardening even more, wanting your touch.

He crawled into the tub and you followed, getting on top of him so you could make him feel good as his first time. You leaned down and captured his lips with yours as you placed a hand on his hardness, squeezing it and putting pressure on his tip. He moaned into the kiss and panted after you pulled away. “I want to feel you,” he confessed as you gestured his length across your folds again. You sunk down on his cock, feeling his ridges for the first time as you tilted your head back in pleasure. “F-fuck Rei, you feel so good in me, you’re taking me so well,” you praised. He let his hips thrust into you as you let out a small yelp, not expecting him to move so fast. “Shit (Y/N), did I hurt you?” You shook your head and smiled. “No baby just wasn’t expecting it, it’s been awhile for me too so I’m kinda getting used to it too.” He gave you a soften lustful smile, something that you hadn’t seen before.

You let yourself settle on him before moving again, bouncing your hips up and down on his length. He was whimpering, gripping at your hips with his mouth half open. You had never seen this side of your lover before, so vulnerable and weak for you. You clenched around his length, eyes half open to see his reaction. He squirmed under you and thrust his hips up involuntarily, wanting more of you. “Mm Rei you feel so good like this, I feel like one with you,” you mused as you planted kisses on his bare chest and on his scars. “You make me feel so good Rei,” you whispered to him. “Fuck… (Y/N) I’m so close…” he breathed out. You rode yourself on him more to get closer to your release. Clenching around him, you rasped, “Then finish, inside me, I’m… on the pill, please,” you panted. You felt him twitch inside you as his rhythm of thrusting became irregular. You felt your core flush again of how aroused you are, watching him underneath you in such a pleasure-filled state. You clenched around him as you felt a gush of his seed inside of you, followed by more pumps from his pulsating length. That was enough to send you over the edge as you whimpered his name out. “Rei… Rei I’m… there too!” You tilted your head back in ecstasy as he interlaced his hands with yours, clenching your hole around his overstimulated length made him also whimper with pleasure. “Damn Rei… you felt… so good,” you managed to sputter out after your high.

The two of you were a bit of a sweaty mess. The mirrors in the washroom were fogged up too, you noticed as you placed your forehead on his. His dark strands now sticking to his face and framing his jawline. You gave him a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “You did so well baby. I hope it was a good first time for you,” you mumbled. He opened his eyes and gazed into your orbs as well. “It was amazing. I love you (Y/N).” You pressed another kiss onto his lips again, not wanting the intimacy to end with your lover.

The moment was cut short by a slam heard throughout the apartment and banging on the washroom door. “Rei please let me in, I gotta go so baaadd.” The sound of Kazuki on the other side startled the two of you. The two of you looked at each other, realizing you were still connected with each other and haven’t cleaned up yet. “Fuck…” Rei mumbled under his breath. “Rei please!!” Kazuki sounded desperate on the other side. “Shit uh, one second!” The two of you awkwardly separated yourselves as fluids dripped out from you. You wanted to give him good aftercare but it was awkwardly cut short by his partner in crime. You wrapped a towel around yourself as Rei was able to shimmy into his clothes again. You opened the door ajar as you peaked your head out, surprising Kazuki. “(Y/N)? You’re here too?” He glanced up at Rei, looking more disheveled as usual. “I was just uh, gonna take a shower…” you excused as you stepped outside the washroom. Rei slid past as Kazuki stepped in. “Wait shower, but Rei you… wait…” he narrowed his eyes at the two of you and noticed the fogged up mirrors.

“You two are nasty!”

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nat-ter · 3 months

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Bruce had never met Superman face to face but he still hated the alien and thought of him as a threat and he was convinced his boys did too— except his kids are traitors. They each met Superman individually and found him really friendly and nice. At first, they were all hiding the fact that they were friends with Superman from each other, and especially from Bruce. So while Bruce was obsessed with coming up with contingency plan after contingency plan to take down Superman— even though he didn't try to kill the alien yet since Superman was still doing good for the people and Bruce couldn't just attack someone who hadn't done any wrong yet— the kids were making excuses to go meet Superman in secret and Bruce just went on oblivious to the fact that his kids are backstabbing demons.

Of course they lied to Superman too, about Batman's opinions of the Man of Steel, and the various plans he had made to kill said man. They always came up with reason after reason why Superman shouldn't or couldn't meet Batman, sometimes it's getting so ridiculous they were sure even Superman would call their buff. But sweet, ol' Kal never did.

Eventually, they found out that none of them held a grudge against Superman like Batman did, so they all teamed up together and cover for each other whenever one of them spend time with Superman, or cover the fact that Superman came to Gotham one too many time than he should. And it was the one thing that all of them could work together on without fighting or insulting each other. At one point, to keep their secret friendship with Superman, Dick even went so far to wear Batman's costume and meet Superman as Batman because Superman had wanted to meet Batman really bad and they were running dry on why Batman couldn't make time to meet the neighboring hero, and it wasn't like they could just ask Bruce to meet him considering the large collection of Kryptonite in the Cave. And they didn't exactly want their mentor to find out they had went behind his back and formed a friendship with who he swore was his mortal enemy (B's dramatic like that).

They tried to broach the subject of partnership with Superman to Bruce once in a while, of course, but every single time they were either shot down immediately and called ridiculous for even thinking about it or they had to sit through a dramatic monologue about how Superman couldn't be trusted and why they should stay away from him.

But Superman could fly and had superspeed so of course they couldn't stop him if he were to randomly come to Gotham and speak with Batman as if they were friends. Which was what exactly happened. Dick, as Batman, had warned Superman to never, ever come to Gotham without prior notice and to make sure no one notice his presence while he was in the city ("but you can totally see my kids. I'm cool with that." "Oh? Thanks, Batman. But... you know you sound younger than I thought you would." "Uh... yeah, I. Ehem. I'm very in touch with the modern lingo."), and Superman had readily agreed citing about respecting each other's boundaries and all, so the kids thought they were in the clear. But of course, there would be an emergency when even Superman wouldn't have the time to page first before coming right into Batman's turf and ask for his help.

So on a relatively quiet night, Batman was perching on a gargoyle while the newest Robin was scouting out the alleyways for any trouble. And Superman decided to touch down on the roof behind the crouching Batman and said, as if they had met before, as if they were close friends who hang out every once in a while, "Good evening, Batman. It's nice to see you again. Sorry I couldn't page first, and I hope you're not too busy because I have an emergency and I could really use your help."

Batman had gone rigid in a second and through gritted teeth, said, "Superman."

Upon hearing the name through the comm, Damian panicked and immediately sent out an emergency alert to his brothers before grappling to the building where sweet, clueless Superman with his sweet heart was facing the big bad Bat of Gotham who had been stockpiling on kryptonite for years, waiting for the day he would fight Superman. Which was the first mistake.

Because of course Superman, friendly Superman, with heart the size of the Sun, immediately recognised Robin. And of course, clueless Superman with his dumb, harmless 1000 megawatt smile was waving at Robin as if they were friends, as if they knew each other, as if Robin didn't hear Bruce grumbling about each piece written about the good deeds the Superman did every other day.

The others arrived at the scene faster than they would have at any night. Panic stricken and scared shitless of Bruce's wrath. And of course Superman immediately greeted them as soon as they got there.

Batman had merely narrowed his eyes when Superman had waved at Robin, and barked, sharper than he had before, "What the hell are you doing in my city?"

Superman looked taken aback but he was quick to recover. Seems like whatever emergency he got was more prominent than figuring out why his sort-of-not-really-friend was behaving weirdly. "Like I said, I have an emergency and I could really use your help, Batman."

Batman scoffed but with the voice modulator it sounded garbled and hard for the ears. "And what makes you think I would help you?"

Superman blinked. "What do you mean— Why wouldn't you help me?"

"First you encroach into my city without even asking for permission, talking to me as if we are— friends. And then you ask for my help as if I would just drop everything on my plate and follow you. Who do you think—"

But Batman's rant was cut off by the arrival of the other three heroes who stood at the edge of the roof, looking sheepish and guilty, breathing heavily in the quiet night. Superman looked at them, bewildered and surprised to see all the Batfamily in one place but smiling wide nonetheless because he was happy to see his little friends together. It had always been two kids or one. Never three, never all of them and certainly not with Batman in the mix.

"Oh, hey, Red Robin, Nightwing and Red Hood...?" Superman waved awkwardly by the end of his greetings, looking unsure. "Sorry," he said and actually curled in on himself a little as if he's self-conscious. "Are you guys on a big case? I didn't hear anything so I thought you weren't busy. I guess I could try to contact Wonder Woman if you have your hands full."

Superman turned to Batman but Batman was slowly turning his head towards where his kids stood at the edge of the roof. He was eerily silent and motionless making the kids take a step back nervously. Superman watched the scene with a frown, pulling his eyebrows together so tightly they almost meet in the middle. He was starting to detect that something wasn't quite right.

"Explain." Batman barked.

And Superman's face scrunched up even further. Clearly the man was deep in thought. "You know," he said slowly before none of the kids could speak. "Batman. You sound really different than the last time we met. Or any other time, actually. It's as if you're..." he trailed off, staring at Batman's feet, lost in his thoughts again.

"What." Batman shifted slightly. "We've never met before."

"Oh," Superman breathed out, his face going slack. He turned to Nightwing and the young hero immediately stood up straighter. "It was you."

Batman's head snapped towards where Dick was standing with his hands literally clasped behind his back like a soldier. "Nightwing," growled Batman. "Explain."

"Uhh..." said Dick eloquently.

"Red Robin." Bruce barked when Dick fell into silence, unable to come up with a plausible excuse, or to tell the truth.

"Err..." said Tim, swaying a little on his feet. He hadn't had enough sleep or coffee in him to live through the situation.

Batman did not sigh but Bruce Wayne did. A lot. And the kids had a knack of bringing out the dad side in him so Batman sighed through the voice modulator before he could think better. He had always suspected that his kids were up to something but he was so consumed with the thought of the alien— who was now standing in front of him with the world's greatest kicked puppy eyes in the world for some reason— he had stupidly thought whatever shenanigans his sons were up to, he would be able to deal with it later. Of course, he had never thought that his kids were dirty, backstabbing demons.

"Father," Damian finally said, but only because Jason had been signing at him to do so, telling him to use his puppy eyes since it still seemed to work on Bruce. "This is a misunderstanding."

But apparently they were dealing with the full Bat tonight, despite the involuntary sigh, because Batman did not slumped down his shoulders like he always did when Damian turn on his pleading eyes, instead he stood up straight as ever and met Damian's eye straight on. Jason was sure he could hear thunderstorm coming their way.

"A misunderstanding." He repeated flatly.

"Yes." Dick quickly said and Jason gave him a side eye. Dude, he thought, I just convinced the demon child to throw himself under the bus, why are you still talking.

"How is this a misunderstanding." His tone was so flat it didn't even come out as a question.

"I don't understand," Superman said instead, before anyone could reply Batman. He turned to the kids, his face set in disappointment so similar to Bruce's the kids actually flinched back. "You told me Batman was okay with me hanging out with you guys... And he told me— Oh. Nightwing. Right."

Batman's shoulders went impossibly more rigid. "You have been... hanging out."

"Err," said Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin simultaneously. Jason wisely kept his mouth shut. But Bruce's eyes still landed on him. Jason groaned in his head. So much for staying undetected.

"Red Hood," Bruce said slowly, very pointedly. "I thought you hate Superman."

"Yeah, well." Jason shrugged with nonchalance he didn't feel. "Turns out, he's a pretty great guy. So, kudos to him. Yay...?"

"You hated me?" Superman asked, looking dejected. Like someone kicked his dog and Jason knew he had a dog so the expression was even more daunting. And Jason wasn't having any of it, okay. Kal-El had literally given Red Hood his Ma's secret recipe for the perfect cinnamon roll. Which tasted like heaven (sorry Alfred). They had a bond, okay. No way he would let Superman see him as some cynical asshole. No way.

"Not fucking fair. It was the old man who went on and on about how you can't be trusted while making weapons to kill you. So, in my defense, it was hard to like you when all your flaws and possible weaknesses are pointed out in an alphabetical order." He threw a quick glance at the old man he just threw under the bus. Bruce looked unimpressed as ever. "But that was before I met you and found out that you're actually a chill dude. With a mother who's, like, the God of Baking."

"Superman doesn't have a mother!" Batman, honest to god, spluttered.

"Yes, he does." The young heroes said in unison.

"His world is dead. His parents are dead." Batman needlessly emphasised the word 'dead', for which he got four pairs of unimpressed eyes.

"B, have you ever heard of adoption." Dick said, emphasising the last word just to spite Bruce. Because of course Bruce did, if not, three of them wouldn't be there.

"You have Earth parents!" Batman exclaimed quite unlike himself, pointing a finger at Superman as if that's an accusation.

"You want to kill me." Kal whispered, his puppy eyes back on full effect.

Batman shifted uncomfortably. It was one thing to plan ways to kill someone, even if they're alien, it's completely different when said someone you wanted to kill was confronting you about the very thing.

"Yes." Damian reaffirmed. Ever the literal. "Father has been producing a variety of weapons to weaken you, hurt you and eventually kill you with the material called Kryptonite."

"Robin." Tim hissed.

Damian was still a growing child, emotionally and physically. But even he knew that when his any of his brothers said his name like that, it meant he had crossed a line he shouldn't have without realising he did.

"But you have nothing to worry about, Kal." Damian quickly amended. "Should father try to use these weapons under unwarranted circumstances, he will find the stock empty. We have contingency plans for father's contingencies—"

"Damian." It was Dick this time, who quickly moved and put a hand over Robin's mouth. He didn't even realise his mistake, not any of them did, actually.

"What." Batman said. Mostly confused. He couldn't even find it in himself to be furious at the moment. He was just flummoxed.

"Oh. Uh." Superman stammered. "Thank you? That's really nice of you."

An awkward silence befall the rooftop as each hero stood awkwardly where they were, barely breathing, motionless, not knowing what action to take next. Eventually Batman shifted an inch.

Oh no, thought the boys, he's going to go on another rant.

"You went behind my back," Batman started with a dark voice. "I warned you about the danger and you dismissed it. You went and made an alliance with my enemy." Here, Superman let out a protesting noise which could also he offended because, really? Enemy? Batman ignored it. "Not only that, you made plans to go against me. Instead of talking to me, you decided to oppose me. I have trained you and taught you everything you need to know. I take care of you and make sure to meet each of your needs. And this is what I get in return. Betrayal. You did not listen to me and—"

But he was cut off by a sardonic voice. "Master Wayne," said a voice from the batcomm each Bat was wearing, and Superman with his superhearing could hear it loud and clear too. "Considering your history of doing what you were told not to do, are you sure that you should be giving this speech?"

"Alfred," Batman said, sounding almost petulant.

"It is your fault, afterall, that you did not seek out Superman first before deciding who he is and what he is like. It is a good thing, if I may be so bold to say, that the kids see past the mask and befriend Superman in spite of what you have to say about him." Batman looked at Superman who was standing there awkwardly, staring at Batman. Bruce sneered, unable to help himself.

"Quit that," Alfred admonished. Bruce immediately dropped it. Superman blinked. "Now, Master Bruce. I agree that Master Dick, Master Jason, Master Tim and Master Damian should have come forward with their established friendship with Superman but considering your opinion on him, I believe it is understandable that they hesitated to do so." The aforementioned young boys nodded their head at Bruce. "That is not to say, however, that their behaviour shall go unpunish." Now they were groaning and Bruce had a little smile of triumph. "Perhaps, a few days off petrol and reflecting on our behaviours would do us some good. Including you, Master Bruce." Bruce immediately dropped his smile. Why him, too? Alfred answered right away. "I believe you realise now that you have been acting brashly the past few years. Now, we know that Superman is not as aloof and alien as we had previously thought. He is more earthbound than we believed him to be. If he were to go, he will have someone to miss him."

The kids nodded again. Superman just stared at Bruce with wide eyes and an expression Bruce couldn't put together. Whatever, Bruce had no time to care about him. He turned slightly away to whisper to the comm.

"But Alfred—"

"None of that now. I suggest you send the young lads home and we put this discussion off for the future."

In the ensuing silence, Superman softly breathed out: "Wayne."

Batman immediately went rigid, and so did the other young vigilantes. How the hell—

"Bruce... Wayne...?" Superman searched Batman's covered face as if he was trying to see if he was actually coming to a concrete conclusion.

"Oh," Alfred said, surprised and guilty. "The supersenses have slipped my mind. My apologies, Master Bruce."

For the first time in his life, Bruce didn't know what to do. Of course his immediate response should be deflection. But how could you lie to Superman about the very thing he just heard. The kids didn't seem to know what else to do either.

"Perhaps, you should ask Superman to come over for tea if his emergency is not an emergency anymore and we could talk about this in a more secure place." Alfred smoothly continued. No point in lying now. Superman had heard what he had heard and it was unlikely that he could be convinced that his superhearing was faulty.

Superman blinked a few times as if to clear his thoughts before he cleared his throat. "Yes, uhm. I was going to ask Batman to help me take a look at some data about a shipment from Gotham to Metropolis that was to happen tonight. I have reasons to believe that Luthor is involved and when Luthor is involved—"

"Kryptonite is involved." Bruce finished it for him.

Superman looked at him, seemingly a bit surprised. "Erm, yes. That. But I think it has already happened so... I'd have to follow it up tomorrow. So. Uh. I have... time?"

Batman narrowed his eyes and stayed silent.

"Bruce." Alfred said.

"C'mon B," Dick piped up. "The worst has already happened."

"I concur, Father. Kal-El now knows who you are, it is only best that the matter of discretion be properly discussed." Damian nodded sagely.

"The fuck, old man, are you still contemplating this?" Jason raised his arms in disbelief. He's so done with this family.

"Language, Master Jason."

"Uhh..." Tim swayed on his feet.

Batman sighed again. Dammit. Instead of showing his discomfort, however, he growled out a mean, "Fine." And then he grappled towards where he parked the Batmobile. Those brats could find their own way home and Superman? He could fly anyway.

Turned out, Superman could fly with four more passengers and Red Robin's bike that the kids used to get to that building. Although Bruce later gave Kal a piece of his mind about safety and the standard amount of people Superman should carry during flight without putting anyone in danger.

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warlenys · 11 months

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house md most show ever because it’s the only one where a main character’s death is the direct fault of real life obama

#kal penn was offered a job by obama in the white house and so they had to write him off #house is not just insane in the writing #real life circumstance insane too #house md #+

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joelslegalwhre · 1 year

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Hey anon! I love the idea, thanks for your request <3

Just us

pairing ⁀➷ henry cavill x fem!reader

word count ⁀➷ 2.2k

summary ⁀➷ up in the ask

warnings ⁀➷ age gap (reader is in early 20’s, henry is 38), pure fluff, drunk Henry (but not in a bad way?), H/F means Henry's Friend, paparazzi

a/n ⁀➷ thanks for the request anon this was a blast to write!

Since an anon pointed this out to me; („paparazzi get called and scheduled“) they can also get their information about the whereabouts of a celeb from bartenders, spotters, etc… Please remember that I write fiction and not everything is like real life 100% of the time 🫶

Here’s my h.c. playlist

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The night was truly not as you would have imagined it to be.

„Henry... c'mon bear, let's go home." you said, trying to get him off the barstool.

„You look beautiful.“ He slurred in your ear.

Goosebumps immediately spread over your entire body. You quickly kissed the corner of his lips, "Thanks. You look terribly handsome though, even drunk.“ you whispered with a chuckle, „That should be illegal."

His hands wandered to your hips, his fingers tracing shapes all the way up to your bra.

Henry was drunk as hell, and you had to get him home now before he did something in public, that he would regret later.

Luckily, one of his mates had your number and texted you about half an hour ago.

H/F: Hey Y/N can you please pick Henry up? We might have had a little too much of…. everything...

You: I'm on my way

You instantly hoped that there would be no press around.

You couldn't use paparazzi now, but they kind of always knew where Henry was. At any time of the day… or night.

Henry's friend had sent you the address of the club right after your last message.

Usually Henry wasn't someone who partied much. You spent your weekends together on the couch, walking Kal, or cooking together. But who never went out partying on a weekend?

"Kal?" you peeked through the door into the living room. His head lifted from his big dog bed, and he looked at you, panting.

"I'm going to pick up Daddy, will you watch the house while I'm gone?" Excitedly, he wagged his tail when he trotted to you as if confirming it to you to watch out. Lovingly, you petted him behind his ears. "I won't be gone for long."

"Alright." You muttered to yourself as the car came to a hold. You thanked the cab driver who would wait for you, and got out at the back entrance of the club. You wouldn't have found a parking space in front of the club by car, so the cab was clearly the better option.

Fortunately, it wasn't very busy, and you couldn't see any paparazzi. You took your ID out of your pocket and immediately received a few strange looks from the security guards. Sure, probably very few people came here in jeans, a hoodie and sneakers.

The club was loud and sweaty, and you could feel the bass of the music pulse through your body.

Just then you realized that you didn't know where they were, and the club was quite big, so you texted Henry's friend again.

You: I'm here, where are you?

H/F: At the bar, you have to get to the back of the club

You: Thanks

Making your way through the crowd, you began to sweat in your hoodie but couldn't take it off unless you wanted to walk around in only your bra, which you obviously didn't. You saw them just a moment later, all of them looking rather drunk. A chuckle left your lips when you saw Henry on a bar stool, resting his elbow on the counter. He was clearly drunk as hell. You wondered how they managed not to get the attention of the whole club by now, usually wherever Henry went the people recognized him. Right when you thought that, two girls walked up to them.

Henry didn't even see them, too interested to get the bartender's attention for another drink. His friends did though, just for the two girls to tap Henry's shoulder and flash him a flirty smile. He turned around by the sudden touch and drew his brows together. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but you grinned when he pursed his lips, shaking his head with raised brows.

He removed the girl's hand off of his arm, and his friends suppressed a laugh.

Just then, you finally reached them and immediately caught Henry's attention. „Hi, boys.“ you greeted his friends, and immediately got smiles and waving hands back.

„Excuse me, if you'd be so nice…“ You dryly said and squeezed past the girls, „l'm going to get this drunk mountain of a man home.“

„And who are you?" One of them asked with a deprecating look, eyeing you up and down.

„Mine." Henry answered for you. He grabbed the hem of your hoodie and pulled you to his chest. „Hey baby.” He purred as he put his big hands on your cheeks and kissed you.

You could taste the alcohol on his lips but didn't mind one bit. His curls were tousled, and you wanted to run your hands through them, to make them even messier. And as much as you wanted to keep kissing him, you broke away from him.

Henry still had his hands on your cheeks.

Your hands went to his and gently withdrew them from your cheeks. "You need a bed." you laughed lightly.

"Only if you are part of the bed too." He grinned and you shook your head, giggling. "Not today, Cavill."

Henry grimaced, „C'mon baby…..please".

„How old are you anyway?" one of them interrupted the two of you. „Yeah, are you even allowed into a club?" the two girls were still giving you deprecating looks,

„I'm old enough, thanks for your concern." you tried your best to sound as nice as you could.

„Henry... c'mon bear, let's go home." you said, trying to get him off the barstool.

„You look beautiful." He slurred in your ear. Goosebumps immediately spread over your entire body.

You quickly kissed the corner of his lips, "Thanks. You look terribly handsome though, even drunk.“ you whispered with a chuckle, „That should be illegal."

His hands wandered to your hips, his fingers tracing shapes all the way up to your bra. „Stop that." you lightly chuckled. Your hands softly grabbed his and removed them from your sides. „You can do that at home. When you're sober." you whispered into his ear, knowing damn right what it would do to him.

You turned to Henry's friend who had texted you, „Thank you." you chuckled, and he just raised his glass with a smile and nodded.

„Alright, let's go." you chuckled and took Henry's large hand. „Night, boys.

"They all gave an almost harmonic, and drunken, "Ciao, y/n", which made you laugh.

On your way out, you could still feel the gazes of the two girls on your back.

The same security guards that eyed you for your unusual choice of clothes when you entered the club, were now giving you the same looks. Not because of your clothes, though. You and Henry's hands were intertwined as you two exited the club, and he continued whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

You knew that look, it wasn't the „Omg, look that's Henry Cavill!“ , but rather the „She must at least be 15 years younger than him." look.

And even though there were almost 17 years between you and Henry, you looked even younger than you really were. Something the press absolutely loved, of course.

The moment you and Henry walked out of the club, you were greeted by blinding lights, dozens of shouting paparazzi.

Henry's grip on your hand tightened and no matter how drunk he was, he immediately switched to being your protector.

Almost everyone with a camera shouted his name, the few without were shouting various questions;

„How much younger is she?"

„Is this your girlfriend, Henry?"

„Who is she?"

„What's the name of the girl, Henry?"

And so much more that got lost in all the voices and shouting.

Henry let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder, protecting you from the paparazzi. „Give us some space, goddamn." you could hear how he tried not to sound as drunk as he really was. And you loved him even more for doing his best to keep you safe even when he wasn't feeling his best.

He pressed you against his chest and continued mumbling complaints.

Normally Henry was one of the most polite celebrities you knew, he smiled and gave them answers most of the time, but today they were definitely crossing a line.

He didn't stop walking, nor taking his arm from your shoulder when he grabbed the hood on your hoodie and pulled it down to shelter your face from them. In all the hectic and flashlights, you totally forgot that you could do that. Which once more showed that Henry might have been drunk, but he was still your protector, no matter what.

You helped him by guiding the way to the cab, still waiting for you outside the club. The paparazzi were following you until both of you got in, the car door shutting out their questions and the sounds of clicking cameras. „Fuck, I'm sorry, peaches."

„It’s fine, Hen. Don’t worry about it.“

Last night when you had made it home, Kal was impatiently waiting for you two. Whenever you didn't come home with Henry, which got rarer with each week, he got quite confused why his new mommy wasn't coming home with his dad.

Who was absolutely wasted right now. When he hit the soft bed, a moan left his mouth. „Wait a second before you fall asleep." you giggled, „l'll be right back." With Kal by your side, you went downstairs into the kitchen, getting Henry a glass of water and ibuprofen.

„Look at him, Kal." the dog looked at his dad and back up to you. A snort escaped your mouth. The mattress sank down next to Henry. „Babe... Hen." you lightly caressed his cheek. „It's better to take them now."

His eyes opened only so much to see you, he groaned but took the glass and the pill out of your hand.

You heard the door to the living room open and close, your head turning in Henry's direction. He blinked a few times, probably because the sun was still brightly illuminating the room. You looked up at him from were you were sitting on the floor, scratching Kal behind his ears, while Henry approached you. „Morning, bear." you smiled at him.

„Good morning, peaches." The sight of you and Kal together in his home was one of the things Henry loved the most. Thus, why he always wanted you to stay at his, so much so that it wouldn't take him much longer to ask you to move out of your own apartment.

He sat down on the couch behind you and patted his broad tights. He hugged your waist as you snuggled up to him, one leg draped over his thigh. „Thanks for the painkillers." he mumbled into your hair, breathing in the scent.

They smelled like peaches, and more so like home. „lt's an old trick my cousin told me about. The headaches are much less painful if you take them at night first and then again in the morning." you grinned at him. Henry kissed your forehead, keeping his lips there a little longer.

„l love you." he whispered.

„I love you too." your hands rested on his muscular chest. You just laid there for some time, Kal sleeping on his dog pillow, and listening to the birds singing outside.

„I bet the pictures are everywhere by now.”

You raised your head to look at him. A heavy breath escaped your lungs and Henry stroked your hair.

„Let them talk." you said.

„Who are they to tell us what to do and whom to date? Martin Freeman is married to Rachel Mariam, and she is 21 years younger than him." you played with Henry's fingers, „it's not like l'm underage.” Henry chuckled at your comparison.

„But you know what you are?" Henry asked with a soft smile. You propped yourself up on his chest, „What?"

„You are the woman I love. You are the only one I will ever love and the one I want to call the mother of my children. You," he stopped and looked at you with a look of pure love, „You're all I want."

With that, he had taken all the air from your lungs. Your mouth was slightly open and tears began to run down your cheeks.

"Oh baby, don't cry." Henry grinned as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"How am I not supposed to cry?" you sniffled. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever been told. And all those things, everything, I want all those things with you and only you."

As if Kal had been waiting for his moment, he put his head on Henry's thigh, looking at both of you. You giggled as you gently stroked his snout. "You too, Kal."

“l'm glad they know." Henry whispered to your hairline.

„Me too."

He wrapped his hands around you and pressed you back against his chest. His warmth wrapped around you like a blanket, and slowly your eyes closed.

Henry took out his phone to take a picture of the three of you, Kal on his pillow, you asleep on his chest. One of your hands rested on his torso while the other was resting under your head. He smiled at the picture. The sun was still shining into the room, painting everything in a golden light.

With the caption „Just us" he posted the picture. Confirming it to the whole world.

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ROW Spoilers beware

(TW self-harm/depression)

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THE SUPERMAN STARTER READING LIST

SO – you want to read Superman comics, but you’re intimidated by the near-century of history this character has. Or, you’ve read a few comics with him, but you want to go back to the basics to understand his character and the mythology surrounding him. There are so many continuities, origin stories, and standalones – where do you start? Well…

[Image ID: a cropped edit of the Superman ‘78 #3 variant cover by Lee Weeks, showing Lois Lane sitting on the letters of the Daily Planet globe, and Clark flying above her in his Superman costume, reaching out to take her hand. Hand-written next to them is: "THE SUPERMAN STARTER READING LIST", and hand-written in the bottom right corner is: "by MYTHIC / superfam.tumblr.com". End ID.]

This list isn’t intended to be a full, comprehensive guide to Superman’s decades of history, but a curated taster of Clark Kent in the comics medium. It aims to show you a variety of interpretations from different authors of different contexts, but with the broad goal of helping newcomers understand the heart of the character. Not every comic is able to sum up all aspects of Superman, and some could be argued to miss certain points, but each one has been selected for this list for the goal of conveying the history and breadth of his interpretations.

It’s intended to be accessible to both long-dedicated comics fans and people who are new to the DC universe, or even the medium as a whole. As such, new fans are welcome to enjoy each story as a standalone interpretation.

Please understand that this list is built from my own experience with the character, and I don’t claim it to be better or worse than any other – it’s just one way to approach his history. Essentially, I’m attempting to create the sort of list I wish I had access to when first reading Superman comics. I highly encourage the reader to form their own interpretations of each work.

With all that out of the way, please enjoy!

[Image ID: An edit of Gary Frank's artwork from Superman: Secret Origin. A slightly battered Clark in his Superman outfit embraces Jimmy with his right arm and Lois with his left. All three are smiling. The background, which depicts a disaster scene and a defeated Lex Luthor chained to a building, is covered in a translucent blue overlay. Hand-written next to Clark is: "ORIGINS". End ID.]

SUPERMAN: SECRET ORIGIN #1-6 (2009-2010) Geoff Johns & Gary Frank

Just a couple years before the 2011 reboot of the DC Universe, a new definitive origin story was created for a Superman post-Infinite Crisis (a major event which had changed the status quo of the multiverse).

Secret Origin is only six issues long, and a great, efficient introduction to Clark Kent and Superman. It focuses on telling Clark’s origins from his own perspective, as a hero but also simply as a person. It also does a good job of setting up important supporting characters including Lois, Jimmy, Perry, and Lex.

SUPERMAN: BIRTHRIGHT #1-12 (2003-2004) Mark Waid, Leinil Francis Yu & Gerry Alanguilan

Though replaced by Secret Origin only a few years later, Birthright was written as the definitive origin story to overwrite Byrne’s 1986 reboot of the character. It was intended to bring Superman into the new century, and be more consistent with his modern interpretations. It is also influenced by the popularity of the TV series Smallville.

Birthright is longer and covers aspects of the Superman mythos in further depth, including dynamics between Clark, Lex, and the city of Metropolis, kryptonite, and Krypton in general. Due to its extended length, it also covers more on Clark’s relationship with his powers and heritage.

I highly recommend reading both modern preboot origins to experience different interpretations with different influences and intentions, even only a few years apart.

[Image ID: An edit of Tim Sale's artwork from Superman: For All Seasons. On the right, Clark lies on his bed, looking to the left with a wistful expression and with a hand on his dog curled up next to him. The background, which is his cluttered bedroom in Smallville, is overlaid with translucent grey. Hand-written to the left of Clark is: "INTROSPECTION". End ID.]

SUPERMAN SMASHES THE KLAN #1-3 (2019) Gene Luen Yang & Gurihiru

This standalone story is set in 1946, and primarily draws upon the Golden and Silver Ages as inspiration. It’s an adaptation of an episode of The Adventures of Superman radio series, “The Clan of the Fiery Cross”, which famously dealt a major hit to the KKK’s operations in America by influencing public perceptions.

The story follows Clark as well as siblings Roberta and Tommy, two Chinese-American kids who have recently moved to the Metropolis suburbs, as they uncover and fight a local chapter of the KKK. The story explores themes of immigrant identity and self-acceptance in Clark and the kids’ narratives – it presents important concepts from Superman’s history, straight from the heart of his character, in a really effective way.

SUPERMAN: FOR ALL SEASONS #1-4 (1998) Jeph Loeb & Tim Sale

This miniseries has four issues, each corresponding to a season and narrated by an important person in Clark’s life (in order: Jonathan ‘Pa’ Kent, Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Lana Lang). Tim Sale’s beautifully detailed and expressive art captures the complex emotions drawn out by having your life touched by Clark Kent, which works really well with the personal, confessional style of the narration. It’s a very intimate work.

It’s a great insight into both the triumphs and very personal struggles of Clark through the inner voices of some of the most important people in his life, and captures what makes his character work really well.

FOR THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING (SUPERMAN (1939) ANNUAL #11) (1985) Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons

This is a single-issue annual from right before the DC universe was rebooted, and (unsurprisingly for Moore) explores some philosophical and ideological questions regarding the Man of Steel. On his ‘birthday’, Superman falls prey to an alien organism called The Black Mercy, which feeds on its victims while keeping them complacent with vivid hallucinations of their greatest desires. Clark hallucinates a still-living Krypton, which he is a part of – but perhaps not everything is perfect.

SUPERMAN: BRAINIAC (ACTION COMICS #866-870) (2008) Geoff Johns & Gary Frank

Before retelling Superman’s beginnings in Secret Origin, Johns and Frank collaborated on this story arc which massively changes the status quo, partially by reintroducing a variety of pre-Crisis concepts including the original Brainiac and the bottled city Kandor. If you liked Secret Origin, you’ll probably like this one.

As this is our first story arc rather than self-contained story, it has more references to the ongoing continuity but is still easy enough to understand without that context. This story also prominently features Kara Zor-El as Supergirl and expands on some cosmic lore and Krypton in general.

SUPERMAN: UP IN THE SKY #1-6 (2019-2020) Tom King & Andy Kubert

This is an accessible, self-contained exploration of the extent of Superman’s moral fibre, following Clark as he attempts to save a single girl who was abducted from Earth and taken into space. It’s quite abstract at points with the questions it asks about themes of compassion and commitment, which I think is conveyed particularly well in the panelling and artwork.

[Image ID: An edit of Frank Quitely's artwork from All Star Superman. Clark in his Superman outfit is flying with his arms outstretched. The top half of his face is cut off. The background is an abstract depiction of the heart of the sun, and has been overlaid with a translucent orange. Handwritten beneath Clark is: "INTERPRETING AND RE-INTERPRETING". End ID.]

THE K-METAL FROM KRYPTON (drafted 1940, restored 2004-2011) Jerry Siegel & Joe Shuster Studio

The K-Metal from Krypton is an unpublished and unfinished comic from 1940, written by Superman creator Jerry Siegel, and drafted by the studio of the other Superman creator, Joe Shuster. After being lost for decades, the story has slowly been recovered and restored by Superman fans.

Though this one is much more unconventional than the other items on the list, I think it’s extremely important to Superman’s history and generally understanding him as a character. It comes from a time when creative control of their character was being taken from Siegel and Shuster, and though it is unknown why this story was unpublished, that’s a major point of context to keep in mind.

This draft sets up the predecessor to kryptonite in the Superman comics – “K-Metal” – and also contains a scene where Clark reveals his identity to Lois, and they agree to be partners in helping others. This is a major departure from the status quo of Clark keeping his secret from Lois as she tries to uncover it, which would continue for the rest of the Golden and Silver Ages.

The restoration effort can be read online: http://theages.superman.nu/k-metal/splash.php

THE MAN OF STEEL #1-6 (1986) John Byrne & Dick Giordano

This limited series is the immediate post-Crisis origin story and reinvention of Superman. It wasn’t put in the Origins section because I think from a modern perspective it shouldn’t be an introduction to Clark, but rather something you read to understand the history of his character.

It originated major changes in the Superman mythology, some of which have become instilled in it (such as Lex Luthor and Lois Lane’s modern characterisations), and others which have been forgotten or discarded.

One major thing is the great effort this origin made to make Clark American over being Kryptonian… Byrne has expressed great distaste of portrayals of Superman which emphasise his immigrant identity, and that should be kept in mind while critically reading this work.

ALL-STAR SUPERMAN #1-12 (2005-2008) Grant Morrison & Frank Quitely

Arguably the most critically acclaimed Superman comic, this has been saved for late in the list as I believe it’s enhanced with more context of and experience with Clark. This is a series which explores the nature of storytelling and legacy, which was created with the aim of creating a timeless Superman story.

When Superman learns he will soon die, what does he reflect on? What does he change? This is heavily inspired by, and is a love letter to, Silver Age Superman.

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE MAN OF TOMORROW? (SUPERMAN #423 & ACTION COMICS #583) (1986) Alan Moore, Curt Swan & George Pérez

Written in the wake of Crisis on Infinite Earths, this is another story about Superman ‘dying’, and is essentially a great mediation on and send-off to the Silver Age incarnation of the character. It refers to itself as an “imaginary” story, and can be seen as one concrete ending for this version of Clark Kent and the rest of the Superman characters, in a medium with few.

It can be found in a collection with For the Man Who Has Everything.

SUPERMAN: RED AND BLUE #1-6 (2021) Various

To finish off our starter reading list, let’s move from Superman’s end to his future. This is an anthology of short stories from various authors and artists, exploring a spread of visions of the Man of Tomorrow.

I think it’s an appropriate end for this starter exploration of Clark Kent’s many interpretations! As with all anthologies, it has its ups and downs in quality, but as a whole I truly believe it captures the heart of this character.

Thank you for reading all this way. I really hope this reading list helps you delve into the character of Superman and inspires you to read further beyond what I’ve suggested here.

Most of all, I hope it helps at least some people grow to love Clark Kent as much as I have.

A PDF version of this reading list is available here.

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danny died bc he tripped and accidentally turned on the portal? actually that was the reaction waves of krypton finally dying reaching earth. the wave of kryptonite coincidentally gave danny his powers.

ghost form? thats actually his body's reaction to the sudden surge of power (which includes shape shifting). his phantom form is what he looks like as a "kryptonian".

he doesn't rly align w the other supers? thats bc each kryptonian family has their own source (aka core) for their powers. the s on superman's design means hope and prosperity, and is the symbol of the house of el. which is why kryptonite (formed by the death of their planet/ Disparity) weakens them

danny isn't from the house of El. his fam represented life/resilience, which is why he's weakened by blood blossoms, created by gruesome death. and also y danny can see the dead kryptonians and interact w them. (his house ruled over/ controlled the phantom zone???? maybe)

clark was ecstatic to find out that the yj's newest recruit was a kryptonian. danny was surprised when the scans/mandatory physical said he was actually an alien. bruce is happy for clark, but isn't happy to know that apparently kryptonite isn't an effective contingency plan. konner doesn't know how to feel abt his new team mate.

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Mercy (character study)

Kal said he knew what it was like.

He didn’t. How could he?

Kara had choked down her anguish, hearing him describe his skirmish with a black mercy, as he tried to commiserate with her encounter. He had dreamt up this entire incredible world - just from his own mind, from fragments of knowledge learned in the Fortress, from the plant embedded in his chest - fantastical and new. On Krypton, he had a robo-dog named Brainiac, a beautiful wife, a son who loved pancakes.

Krypton never had pancakes.

Kara gave a sympathetic smile, pushing away the words she wished she could say. About how the black mercy had let her listen to her father’s voice say inah for the first time in decades. About how the black mercy had shown her the mother who had taught her how to pray to Rao. About how the black mercy had offered her the beautiful lands out her childhood window - all burnt to ash, long before Kal had ever formed his first memory.

She didn’t lose a fantasy. She had lost her whole world.

And she hoped Kal would never understand that.

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Broken Birdcage - Pissa fic by Kalcifer

Hurt/comfort

CW: all of the side effects of being locked in a cage with no real way to take care of yourself? Self hating issues, mild suicidal thought (nothing is graphic but it is in there so be warned!!!)

(please let me know if you guys want me to write more fics I honestly had so much fun writing this :DD)

He did not know how long it had been since he was first trapped.

The hours crawled on into days and the days bled into nights and nights shuffled into what had to have been a week.

It couldn't be more than a week, could it? Philza couldn't tell at this point. His talons bloody from the scratching against the walls, his right shoulder bruised from slamming himself against the sealed door. His throat horse and strained from screaming.

At some point he had to force himself to stop crying, he realised the first night that he had an extremely limited water supply, one that would not last very long. Crying meant dehydration, which meant he was back to his old, long habits of forcing everything so far down he felt numb.

Everything was numb at this point, it was the only thing that distracted him from the violence that poisoned his blood. Not just at the Federation that kept him here, or that took his darling eggs from him. No, the hatred he felt for himself was so much more apparent at that moment.

He couldn't help but look back to that last night they shared, just hours before his capture. How gently he was held as Missa showed him how to dance- his heart had been racing the whole time, the pictures he snuck of him when he wasn't looking, wasn't appreciating just how stunning he looked in the moment. Leaving him behind with that empty promise that he would see him again soon.

Of course it was a trap. How could he have been so stupid to fall for it? He's never going to see his eggs again now because of it. Or Etolis or Forever or Fit or Tubbo- or.. or Missa. God how could he have left Missa with an empty promise like that.

Phil choked back another sob, he never did get to tell him that he did love him.

He wasn't sure how much Missa truly knew how much he loves him, Missa was always so open about it- he was just so unapologetically proud to be that close to Philza. He should have said something, he should have appreciated every moment they shared because now he was trapped and would never get to appreciate him again.

He slipped off into dreams. Long hazy dreams that felt so real, but slightly uncanny at the same time, they where like memories just not his memories, because these where not moments he got to have with the person he should've called his husband.

Gentle moments before getting up in the mornings, sickingly sweet domestic bliss of times they should've spent as a family together- eating dinner and then putting the kids to bed to spend an evening where they did nothing but silently appreciate the others company. Philza could even feel his ghost grace his skin and kiss him in a way he could only dream about.

Because this was a dream, and he woke up back in the birdhouse. Still hurt and sore and that ache in his eyes from crying and the pain that coursed through his wings since they had been clipped similar to the hope chipping away with every passing moment.

He screamed once more, this time at his Lady, begging her for some kind of release- some way to not feel the way he does. Maybe that way he would know if his beautiful eggs were in her care.

His Lady did not respond to him, the same way she never did when he asked her of such things, he knows he'll eventually be greatful for her decision. But in the moment, the avain can only feel the cry of his unkempt wings and the hurt he feels in every bone of his body and that curdling, roar of inescapable violence that poisoned his veins.

He knew that when if he ever got his talons on that fucking bear, he'd rip it to shreds with nothing but his bare teeth.

But there was nothing he could do, but lay and wait and hope for sleep to come over him once more, hopefully he'd go back to Missa in his dreams and feel the phantom touches of his ghost comfort him once more.

It was like that- alone, curled up on the ground, unwashed, unkempt and waiting for his Lady that he heard it- voices- outside? They where so close just on the other side of the wall.

Sparks of hope shot through him like electricity- he tried to yell out but there was no yell left in him. It didn't matter though because it seemed like they knew he was there. All Philza could do was pull himself onto his shaking legs to stand up- leaning against the wall as he did so. The lack of any food for days eating away at his strength by the second.

In the end, the rescue team didn't even attempt the door- they just busted the wall down using some TNT. Phil couldn't help but joke to himself that it was so beautifully chaotic of them, not wanting to wait another second.

The first person to greet Philza was his beloved partner- the person comforting him through his ghost this whole time. Phil could only collapse into his shoulder when he got to his side. That look in his eyes- though covered by his skull mask- is not one he could, and won't, ever put on Missa's face again.

Missa was beyond worried to see the state of his husband- he looked so broken down, so tired, it was clear by the looks on everyone else, especially Tubbo's that none of them had ever seen the man like this. And all he could do was run those gentle finger through tatted hair and whisper promises into his ear.

Missa had to carry him home- he was moments away from collapsing again that he couldn't risk even letting him attempt to walk for himself. Philza had basically torn apart the Gapples they gave him, and the healing potions and water.

It didn't mean that Philza wasn't still hurting all over, in fact the opposite was true- if anything the healing potions did absolutely nothing to drown out any pain, all they did was heal the injury causing it. Meaning Missa spent their whole trip home constantly checking over Philza's broken beautiful face for any signs of discomfort.

They had spent hours together. Missa helping Philza heal and recover and led him back to a open and welcoming bath and nest.

It was just an hour or so later, once Missa heard the sounds of the bath being unplugged and the sounds of slow movement when he saw Philza re-emerge, still hurt and bruised, but significantlt better. He didn't say a word, not from a lack of trying, but the look in his eyes said everything that was needed to be said

Philza stood shakingly in front of him, with damp, unbrushed hair and dripping wings, wearing an old robe. Missa couldn't tell if it was the robe or the general vulnerability that made Philza seem so much smaller than usual.

No words where said for no words could be spoken for Philza to ever fully express how much he loved the man in front of him. Especially after today. It wasn't long before Missa suddenly felt his arms wrap themselves around his middle as the blondes head nussled into his chest. Gripping him so tightly as if he'd disappear at any moment if he didn't.

The taller of the two whispered sweet promises to the avain. Kissing his forehead as gently as his fingers traced the others face and held him impossibly closer.

The lines of hurt on the avains face remained, but they lifted ever so slightly as Missa kissed him in that ghostly familiar way. The way that sent him crying into his shoulder once more, the way that made him know for certain that he was not going anywhere.

They both went to bed that night, cuddled up tightly against each other. Missa tracing circles into Philza's side, relaxing him and making him chirp. Missa didn't bring it up, hoping to hear that beautiful bird song for the rest of time.

It was Philza who fell asleep first, exuhsted from- everything and now with the comfort of knowing that Missa knew. Missa knows just how much he loves him.

And he's going to make sure he never forgets that.

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I just made myself a little sad...

While watching No Way Home, specifically the scene where Stephen attempts the initial casting of the Runes of Kof Kal, my mind posed a fic worthy question ~ what if that particular spell only lasts as long as the Sorcerer who cast it is alive? In the course of his work, Stephen dies. Peter would wonder why the heck he's suddenly remembered, so he stops at the Sanctum and learns the news😔.

But furthermore, and as we know Stephen dies and comes back to life in a surprising manner of ways, what if he comes back this time too? He'd remember everything...and thus, we can have Stephen and Peter interacting, even teaming up again.

Hmmmmm, maybe not so sad after all😉.

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#wish I had the spoons to write it #so I'm throwing this out to see if anyone else is interested #NoWayHomeStrange #Doctor Strange #Spiderman #Stephen Strange #Peter Parker #Spiderman: No Way Home #Runes of Kof Kal #also side note:#I will never ever ever accept that Geography beats Sorcerer Supreme level magic #and I bet I'm not the only one

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dio-icarticaae · 2 months

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Currently writing a Superfam snow day fic and an offhand line about driving got me thinking:

Kansans have negative winter/icy roads driving skills. They are TERRIBLE at it. I say this as someone who has Kansas relatives, but does not live there.

So picture Clark, in Metropolis, after experiencing his first major snowstorm. He has to drive for some reason (picking Lois up from somewhere). Lois actually knows how to drive on winter/icy roads. She is horrified. She makes Clark pull over so that she can drive instead because "Really, Smalville, were you trying to get in an accident?"

Lois then insists on teaching Clark how to drive on winter roads so he's no longer a road hazard during winter. Bruce gets to help/be the mock driver's examiner after Lois calls him to complain about their boyfriend's lack of driving skills (because I think this works best as Cloisbat)

Bruce: Clark, why did Lois call me and say we had to teach you to drive before you killed us?

Clark: You're both terrible drivers and she's exaggerating. I can drive perfectly safely on ice!

Bruce: So what did you do?

Clark: I stopped before driving up a hill. It's slippery!

Bruce: You what?!?!

Clark: It's slippery!

Bruce: *going through the five stages of grief about how Clark is going to end up in a car accident*

And then Lois and Bruce teach Clark how to drive in winter conditions and despair when he says that everyone drives like this.

#dc #clark kent #kal el #superman #lois lane #bruce wayne #batman #cloisbat #clois #superbat #fic ideas #dio writes #winter weather #winter driving #I am DEFINITELY writing this at some point. but first. superfam snow day fluff

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yeosangs-horizon · 1 year

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Just For You (Rei x Reader)

Word Count: 1.9k Genre: Tooth Rotting Comfort Fluff Content Warning(s): Nudity no smut, mention of abusive parent Author’s Note: Credits to and for a lovely anon who threw this prompt in my inbox <3

You dusted off the coffee table, wiping the bits of ash on the floor to sweep and vacuum for a later time. This was a regular occurrence that you were over at your lover's, Rei's apartment. You practically lived there by now with how much you're over. You couldn't help it. They needed somebody to tidy up the house and sometimes look after their kid. You bent down to pick up the blankets and toys off of the floor. Miri was a sweet little girl that you loved looking after and you were happy to take a load off of her papa's hands. You looked at the time on your phone and noticed a text from Rei. 'Comin home soon, you want any food?' You smiled at his offer, feeling a bit peckish. 'Sure, surprise me!' You wrote back, he knew your favourites by now.

Since it was late and their mission ran all day, you wanted to do something nice for Rei. Pondering for a bit, you decided to run Rei a bath. He loves your touch and who is he to say no to a massage and an intimate moment? Kazuki would thank you too as he constantly complained about his hygiene. You made your upstairs, quietly of course to not disturb Miri in her sleep. Cracking open the washroom door, you were all too familiar with the layout of the room. For the first month of being with your lover, you would sleep in the tub with him as it made him feel safe and comfortable. Now he is able to doze off easily as long as you were beside him. Bending over, you picked up the blanket and pillows scattered around the tub, tossing them aside before you turned on the faucet. The gushing of water into the tub masked the sound of the duo coming home. You opened the cabinets to see the selection of shampoo and body wash you were working with. You decided on a sweet vanilla scent as Rei loved sweets. You were humming to yourself, unaware that the door to the washroom was being opened. As you set your findings down on the edge of the tub, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and locks of dark brown drape over your neck.

"(Y/N) missed you... what's all this?" He mumbled into the crook of your neck. You were startled and twitched a bit as you smiled realizing who it was. "Just wanted to treat you to a nice bath after a long day." He hummed and planted a chaste kiss on your cheek. "Do I have to? I'm sleepy..." "Yes Rei, I'll give you a massage I know how tense your muscles get after being in a sniping position in so long." He easily gave in as you poured the shampoo into the tub. You turned around to properly face him and plant your lips on him. "Welcome home. Sorry I didn't hear you down there," you apologized.

He first removed the hair tie from his slicked back hair, letting his locks flow loose. You wanted to massage his scalp right then and there and admire how fluffy his hair looked. You let your eyes trail down his chest as he stripped himself from his suit which was muddy. He definitely needed this bath. "What happened? You usually hate getting your suits dirty," you inquired. "Had to sacrifice it to hide or we'd be dead," he bluntly put. You nodded, happy that he made it out. The two of you knew the risks of being in his line of work. He could die any day and you could be in harms way, and the odds are tripled with the two raising a child along with it. It was a risk you were willing to take though, he was worth everything. His toned chest was soon exposed as his clothes were laying about the floor. "Lemme go throw these in the wash for you," you reacted, starting to bend down to pick up the soiled clothes. He stepped forward blocking you as you bumped your head into his bare chest. "Later, just want you with me right now..." he murmured. He looked exhausted and the stress from the day was still worn on his face. "Fine." You shut the faucet as the tub was at its capacity and dipped your finger in the water. Nice and warm just for Rei.

You also started to strip yourself of your clothes, tossing your sweater on the floor and stepping out of your pants. It wasn't the first time that the two of you had been bare in front of each other. Occasionally the two of you would do the deed to relieve stress but it was rare, but Rei trusted you with his entire being to be able to be this vulnerable in front of you. You soon got in the tub with him, feeling the warmth of the water against your skin. You grabbed the conditioner as you wanted to wash Rei's hair for him. "Turn around for me baby," you whispered. He obeyed as you lathered your hands with the conditioner and started to drape his locks with the suds. You ran your fingers through his dark strands, raking across his scalp as he let out a sigh of content. Massaging his temple, feeling the built up tension there made you wonder when the last time he was truly able to let go and relax was. You worked your way up to the top of his head, lathering the suds on his hair. "Feel good love?" You cooed. He hummed with content, allowing himself to melt into your touch.

After working through his head, you grabbed the vanilla scented body wash and lathered it on your hands before placing your hands on his tense shoulders, intending on giving him a massage whilst cleaning him. He groaned, feeling the knots finally move in his tense form. "I know its supposed to hurt, you're doing so well," you commented whilst planting kisses on his neck. He loves your touch so much. Working your way down his back, you could really feel his muscles loosening up after working your strength on them for awhile. Letting your hands work on his back, you traced over his scars silently as you admired his form. He confided in you before, telling his story about each scar during the more intimate moments of your relationship whether it be from his abusive father or a failed mission. You leaned in and ghosted your lips over a scar on his back before finally kissing it. The silence was comforting to him too.

"Raise your arms up for me," you smiled as you got more body wash. You let the bubbles gather up on your hand before gently rubbing your hands on his arm and armpits, causing him to recoil a bit in discomfort. "Mm ticklish," he commented. You giggled a bit. "I know just bear with me."

"Turn around for me baby," you mused after you finished massaging and lathering up his back side. He turned around as you shifted your position and pressed a hand on his chest. "Now you can lean back and relax," you smiled sweetly. You carefully leaned him back on the tub to soak his back with the warm water. It's also good for his spine, he must feel a lot of pain being hunched over in a position for so long, you thought. You grabbed the conditioner as well to lather through your own hair. As you were running your fingers through your hair, you felt his hands run snake up your neck to your hair. "Let me..." he whispered. You were flattered by his offer and adjusted yourself to lean against his chest. Running his fingers through your hair, he hummed "You're beautiful (Y/N)." After being with him for awhile, you still blushed at his compliments as they were rare. "So are you Rei." You leaned your head back, enjoying his delicate touch against your scalp as you shared this intimate moment with your lover. He wrapped his arms around your nude form, holding you whilst placing a chin on your shoulder. He stared at your beauty, admiring you in silence. A genuine smile could be seen from his face, you loved it when he could truly express around you. He planted kisses on your jawline and down your clavicle. You could almost fall asleep as his fingers danced around your stomach lovingly.

Feeling a little silly, you scooped up the bubbles on the surface and blew on them, making them fly. You repeated the action and turned towards Rei as you gently whispered the bubbles towards his face, some landing on his hair and tip of his nose. "Cute," you giggled. He let himself grin as he also cupped some bubbles to blow back at you. You loved that he could let his guard down around you and fool around like nothing mattered in the moment. After a bit of the bubble war, you noticed the water was getting cold meaning it was probably time to get out.

"Lets get you rinsed and dried off." You ran fresh warm water through Rei's hair and down his back to rid the suds and he did the same for you. You stood up, grabbing a towel for him from the towel rack and felt the coldness of the room hit you. You felt his arms wrap around you as you started to shiver. "You're shivering..." he commented. He knows you get cold easily. You maneuver yourself to turn around and drape a towel on him. He made no effort to let go of you and pulled you closer, landing his lips on yours, exchanging warmth. You melted into his kiss, letting his tongue dance around your mouth. You were his first kiss and you had taught him how to kiss you properly. Now he can't get enough of you. You pulled away, catching your breath as you ruffled the towel through his drippy locks and down his body to dry him off. Draping a towel around yourself too, the two of you stepped out of the tub as the water drained.

Having stayed at Rei's place often, you had kept a couple pairs of pajamas and other garments there at his place. You grabbed your favourite onesie and dawned it on, looking at yourself in the mirror. It was Rei's favourite one on you too, as it was one that looked like a tabby kitty. He slipped one of his loose shirts on himself and a pair of sweat-shorts and gazed upon you. "Adorable," he said with a half smile. You bounced towards him to grasp his hands. "Ready to sleep?"

He was more than happy to sleep in a bed with you tonight. He didn't want to sleep in a soggy cold tub especially when you were here. He felt relaxed now that you had given him a bath and a massage. He smiled to himself as he held you in his arms, he was wanted and loved by you, safe with you. Your small snores showed your exhaustion from the day, taking care of Miri, cleaning the flat, and pampering him at the end of the day. He felt so lucky to have you.

"Love you (Y/N). Sleep well." He whispered, letting his sentiment go in the dark.

#rei suwa fluff #rei suwa imagine #rei suwa x you #rei suwa x reader #rei suwa #buddy daddies imagine #buddy daddies x reader #buddy daddies x you #buddy daddies #buddy daddy #rei x reader #anime x reader #anime fluff #anime imagines #ghoulpixels #kal writes #rei suwa hc #hes my comfort. this is also very self indulgent #i was so giddy writing this im blushing

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