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‘sunday’s are made for self care!’ you’d say, preparing for an everything shower. megumi watches as you carry item after item, skin, body, and hair products, one after another into the bathroom. he watches with furrowed brows as you walk towards him with your arms out.
“..what?” he asks, holding your hands anyway as you pull him to his feet. you smile, leaning in and wrapping your arms around his waist. you rest your chin on his chest as you look up at him, puckering your lips at him. he rolls his eyes before leaning down to give you a peck.
“do it with me.”
“no.”
you pout as he frowns. “why? it’ll be fun!” you pull him with you anyway, having to use hardly any strength as he bregudgingly follows you.
“you’re just gonna put all this useless crap on my face.” he sighs. even though he acts like he doesn’t want to, he lets you anyway. anything for you, of course.
megumi’s always had a soft spot for you. ever since he met you in high school, fighting curses alongside you, he’s seen how driven you are. how no matter what obstacles are thrown at you, you still find a way to persevere with minimal losses. it’s one of the things that drew him towards you in the first place, your grit. now, you were really putting this charachteristic on display, as you ultimately got your way with him.
you sit against him in the tub, letting the warm water wash away the events of the day. he keeps an arm around your waist, holding you snug against him. you close your eyes as you bask in each other’s presence. you move to straddle his lap, taking shampoo and massaging it into his scalp.
“i can do it myself, y’know..” he says, though he makes no attempt to move as he sits patiently with his eyes closed while you work the soap further into his hair.
“shh, just let me do this for you..” you giggle. megumi was always selfess. always has been, always will be. whether it be throwing himeself in front of a curse, or catering to your whims, he always puts others above himself. that’s why you take time to do these little things for him whenever you can, just to make life a little easier.
he glances at you through lidded eyes, his head tilted slightly downwards. he wraps his arms around you tighter, closing his eyes once more as he allows you to continue. he’s gotten bigger over the years. fighting curses for a living has given him more muscle, as his big arms keep you held in place.
you put on a robe and apply a few facial products on both you and megumi before handing him a fluffy headband. he raises an eyebrow before wordlessly putting it on. you open a jar of a light green ‘goop’, as he would call it. he sighs before leaning down so you can apply the mask to his face. you smear an even layer across his face before instructing him to not talk or frown, as it’ll disrupt the mask.
he takes the jar from you and gestures for you to sit on the counter. he stands between your legs as he applies the mask on you, albeit a bit clumsily. as you look in the mirror, some spots have a thinner application than others, but it doesn’t bother you. you turn to him and pucker your lips towards him once more. he seems to be fed up with your constant kisses as he bends down and kisses you hard. he takes your breath away as your masks smear onto each others. you stare at him in a slight daze as he looks in the mirror. “fuck.”
throughout the evening you end up changing into cute pajamas, eating dinner, and painting your nails. now, you sit next to megumi while helping fold the laundry. it’s gotten later as you both watch a show on the tv together. you pause your actions as the plot builds in the show, distracted from the task at hand.
megumi looks up from the clothes to stare at you. he admires the way your eyes light up as the episode goes on. he smiles softly before tapping your cheek twice with two fingers, nodding to the pile of clothes on the couch. you look away from the tv and back to the clothes. you giggle as you resume the chore, “sorry..”
megumi stares a little longer, admiring the love of his life. but love can’t save everyone. it couldn’t even save you. megumi lies on his side now, staring at the empty space beside him. he recalls your words, clutching the sheets where you once laid. god, what he’d give to have one more sunday with you.
‘sunday’s are made for self care!’ you’d say, preparing for an everything shower. megumi watches as you carry item after item, skin, body, and hair products, one after another into the bathroom. he watches with furrowed brows as you walk towards him with your arms out.
“..what?” he asks, holding your hands anyway as you pull him to his feet. you smile, leaning in and wrapping your arms around his waist. you rest your chin on his chest as you look up at him, puckering your lips at him. he rolls his eyes before leaning down to give you a peck.
“do it with me.”
“no.”
you pout as he frowns. “why? it’ll be fun!” you pull him with you anyway, having to use hardly any strength as he bregudgingly follows you.
“you’re just gonna put all this useless crap on my face.” he sighs. even though he acts like he doesn’t want to, he lets you anyway. anything for you, of course.
megumi’s always had a soft spot for you. ever since he met you in high school, fighting curses alongside you, he’s seen how driven you are. how no matter what obstacles are thrown at you, you still find a way to persevere with minimal losses. it’s one of the things that drew him towards you in the first place, your grit. now, you were really putting this charachteristic on display, as you ultimately got your way with him.
you sit against him in the tub, letting the warm water wash away the events of the day. he keeps an arm around your waist, holding you snug against him. you close your eyes as you bask in each other’s presence. you move to straddle his lap, taking shampoo and massaging it into his scalp.
“i can do it myself, y’know..” he says, though he makes no attempt to move as he sits patiently with his eyes closed while you work the soap further into his hair.
“shh, just let me do this for you..” you giggle. megumi was always selfess. always has been, always will be. whether it be throwing himeself in front of a curse, or catering to your whims, he always puts others above himself. that’s why you take time to do these little things for him whenever you can, just to make life a little easier.
he glances at you through lidded eyes, his head tilted slightly downwards. he wraps his arms around you tighter, closing his eyes once more as he allows you to continue. he’s gotten bigger over the years. fighting curses for a living has given him more muscle, as his big arms keep you held in place.
you put on a robe and apply a few facial products on both you and megumi before handing him a fluffy headband. he raises an eyebrow before wordlessly putting it on. you open a jar of a light green ‘goop’, as he would call it. he sighs before leaning down so you can apply the mask to his face. you smear an even layer across his face before instructing him to not talk or frown, as it’ll disrupt the mask.
he takes the jar from you and gestures for you to sit on the counter. he stands between your legs as he applies the mask on you, albeit a bit clumsily. as you look in the mirror, some spots have a thinner application than others, but it doesn’t bother you. you turn to him and pucker your lips towards him once more. he seems to be fed up with your constant kisses as he bends down and kisses you hard. he takes your breath away as your masks smear onto each others. you stare at him in a slight daze as he looks in the mirror. “fuck.”
throughout the evening you end up changing into cute pajamas, eating dinner, and painting your nails. now, you sit next to megumi while helping fold the laundry. it’s gotten later as you both watch a show on the tv together. you pause your actions as the plot builds in the show, distracted from the task at hand.
megumi looks up from the clothes to stare at you. he admires the way your eyes light up as the episode goes on. he smiles softly before tapping your cheek twice with two fingers, nodding to the pile of clothes on the couch. you look away from the tv and back to the clothes. you giggle as you resume the chore, “sorry..”
megumi stares a little longer, admiring the love of his life. but love can’t save everyone. it couldn’t even save you. megumi lies on his side now, staring at the empty space beside him. he recalls your words, clutching the sheets where you once laid. god, what he’d give to have one more sunday with you.
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tattoo artist! iwaizumi hajime x nail artist! reader
oh no! you own the nail salon next to iwaizumi's tattoo shop.
what do we do? him!
my masterlist
warnings // reader is female im so sorry it just flowed out of me, swearing, mentions of drunk men, smoking, kys jokes, a gun, mentioned AI once but u need to understand i will never use it
miyako's notes // i shat this out bc i couldn't stop thinking about tattoo artist! iwaizumi but i couldn't sit and outline a whole story for it IM SORRY
shoutoutz to @dumdogs and @lilylilylilylilysstuff for enabling me
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bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him
“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”
you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.
“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.
the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.
“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”
you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.
“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”
you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.
“what is that? what are you reading?”
still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”
then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”
you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.
“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.
nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.
“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”
he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”
“you’re not now! give it back!”
“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”
“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.
bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it.
“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pours his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”
if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—
he stops pouting at you.
“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”
“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.”
you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.
he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.
“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.
“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”
“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”
“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”
“it’s so much better now!”
bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”
“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”
“three. his job is terrifying.”
bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.
“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”
“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”
“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”
“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”
bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”
“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend.
“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”
“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”
“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.
“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”
“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t.
you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”
he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”
“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”
“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”
you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”
bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.
then he looks down at you, looking up at him.
“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”
bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.
“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms.
bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”
you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”
“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.
“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.
he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.
“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”
you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”
he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”
you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”
bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”
“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.
“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck.
“look at me.”
shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you.
“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”
you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.
“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”
he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.
“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.
you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”
“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.
“promise. now you promise me.”
“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”
“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”
bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”
you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”
he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”
“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”
bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”
“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”
with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.
he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”
you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”
he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”
cw: mention of car accident and injury
featuring: clark kent
a/n: hi sorry i've been gone for like a whole year, lost motivation. it okay i'm back maybe possibly
‘Urgent weather warning here in Smallville tonight. A sudden, and severe, winter storm is set to hit the city at 8 p.m. tonight. Residents are instructed to remain home and to not leave for any reason. The aftermath of this storm could last for multiple days, so make sure you are stocked up on any necessities you may need.’ The radio repeated.
‘Great, how lovely,’ You thought. Just as you were making your way back from doing some holiday shopping, a sudden storm set course to hit Smallville. Mother nature seemed to have it out for you, as the oncoming blizzard sent snow hurling through the wind around you. It was so strong you could hardly see the road ahead of you. If the weather or radio didn’t alert you, the many phone calls from your parents definitely would’ve.
“Hello?” You answer, putting the phone on speaker.
“Sweetie?! Did you hear about the storm? You need to head back now!” Your mother’s panicked voice on the other side replied, “Please be safe, dear.”
“Mom, I’m on my way back already, calm down.”
“How can I calm down?! You’re driving alone in the dark with a storm about to hit! I told you not to stay out late!” She scolds, as if you asked the storm to hit.
“It’s not even that late! Plus, I didn’t know the storm was coming, it was so sudden!” You reply, getting fed up. Amidst the chaos of your mother’s lecture, you don’t notice the ice up ahead. You car slides out of control, “Shit-!”
Your car spins along the road as you try to frantically get ahold of the vehicle. You manage to hit the brakes, but not before skidding into a nearby guardrail. You hit your head on the side of the car. Your heart beats quickly as a result of that scary incident. In your daze, you can hardly hear the voice calling out to you.
“Hello? Dear, what happened??” Your mother’s voice rings out on the other end of the line.
“Oh my god.. The car slid and I crashed.” You wince, holding your head with one hand. There’s no blood which is a good sign, so it might not be anything serious.
“WHAT?!” Your mother shrieks, “Are you okay?! Where are you?!”
“I’m fine!” You reply, stepping out of the car to assess the damage on your car. It’s not too bad, just a very large dent in the side. God, your parents were going to kill you. “It’s not that bad. I’m on Main Street.”
“Why are you so far? How are we supposed to come get you?” Your mother asks.
“It’s fine, I can drive back.” You hang up abruptly, irritated at your mother’s nagging.
You stand outside for a bit, trying to estimate how much the repairs are going to cost you. In your excitement to go shopping after a while, you skipped on wearing your gloves and scarf, only wearing your jacket. Now, you were seriously regretting it. The blizzard made it extremely cold compared to earlier in the day. You try to walk back to the driver’s seat before your foot slips underneath you. You yelp as you catch yourself on the wrong footing. You lean against the car, cursing at anything and everything for the unfortunate situation you were in. Not only were you caught in the middle of a storm, but now your foot was injured too.
A truck pulls up nearby, driving slow and pulling to a stop nearby. Two people exit the vehicle through the drivers’ and rear seat. “Are you alright there?” A voice calls out. You can barely make out the figure as they step closer, revealing Clark and John Kent.
“Clark..?” You mumble, covering your eyes with a hand from the wind.
“(y/n)? What happened?” Clark jogs up to you.
“Oh my lord..” You mumble, covering your eyes as if you were about to cry. This was the first time you ever crashed your car, or even got close to any life-threatening danger. The thought of what could’ve happened if the scenario played out differently fills you with a sense of fear.
“Hey, hey.. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Your boyfriend pulls you into a hug, taking note of your attire; hardly fit for the weather. You lean into him, trying to take weight off of your injured foot.
“(y/n), what were you doing out here?” Mr. Kent asks, looking between the car and your injured figure.
You turn to face him, Clark holding you up as you stand on one foot, “I- uh.. I went out, and the storm hit all of a sudden.. The- the roads were slippery, and- and-..” The cold makes it difficult to speak as your teeth chatter.
“Clark, take her to the truck.” Mr. Kent interrupts, “You’ll be okay, kiddo. You can stay with us until the storm clears.”
“What-? No, it’s okay.. You don’t have to..” You try to argue, but to no avail.
“We’ll talk to your parents, they can’t possibly come get you in this weather. We’ll tow your car back to ours.” He responds, his tone leaving no room to argue.
Clark pats your back and helps you back to the car. He gets you situated in the back, apologizing when you wince. He explains the situation to his mother in the front seat and after taking the keys from you, goes to help his dad with your car.
Mrs. Kent talks on the phone with your parents as you fall in and out of sleep in the back seat, the day’s events taking a toll on you. Clark helps lift the car back onto the road as his dad attaches the winch to your car. They both get back in the car and drive back home. Clark sits next to you and notices how cold your body is. You feel a wave of warmth wash over the car for a moment before it disappears. Mr and Mrs. Kent glance at Clark before he places his now suddenly, very warm hands on yours.
You arrive at their house when you feel Clark gently shake you awake, “We’re home..” He helps you out of the car and guides you into the house, holding you to support your injured foot. He sits you down inside and gently removes your shows and jacket as his parents prep dinner. He sits you down and keeps your foot elevated on a pillow. His mom brings a bandage and wraps your foot while Clark watches. She slides an ice pack under a layer of the bandages and instructs you to rest and stay off of your swollen ankle.
Clark carries you to his bedroom and places you gently on the bed. He helps you change and sits beside you with a plate of dinner. You reach to grab the plate from him before he pulls it out of reach, “Let me.”
You sigh before allowing him to feed you, “Clark, I’m fine. It’s just a sprained ankle.”
“It could’ve been worse.” He replies, worry evident in his features.
“I know..”
“Why were you driving so fast in the first place?”
“I was trying to get home before the storm fully hit.”
“(y/n), please. You have to be careful.”
“I know.”
“I mean, I was really worried when I saw it was you.”
“..i know.” You frown, adverting your gaze.
Clark sighs before placing the empty plate on the side, “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.. I could never be. I just want you to be more careful..” He places a kiss on your forehead, before helping you settle in to bed.
He turns the light off and climbs into bed after you. He pulls you close and pats your back, lulling you to sleep. When your breathing evens out, he presses a kiss to your forehead.
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cw: mention of car accident and injury
featuring: clark kent
a/n: hi sorry i've been gone for like a whole year, lost motivation. it okay i'm back maybe possibly
‘Urgent weather warning here in Smallville tonight. A sudden, and severe, winter storm is set to hit the city at 8 p.m. tonight. Residents are instructed to remain home and to not leave for any reason. The aftermath of this storm could last for multiple days, so make sure you are stocked up on any necessities you may need.’ The radio repeated.
‘Great, how lovely,’ You thought. Just as you were making your way back from doing some holiday shopping, a sudden storm set course to hit Smallville. Mother nature seemed to have it out for you, as the oncoming blizzard sent snow hurling through the wind around you. It was so strong you could hardly see the road ahead of you. If the weather or radio didn’t alert you, the many phone calls from your parents definitely would’ve.
“Hello?” You answer, putting the phone on speaker.
“Sweetie?! Did you hear about the storm? You need to head back now!” Your mother’s panicked voice on the other side replied, “Please be safe, dear.”
“Mom, I’m on my way back already, calm down.”
“How can I calm down?! You’re driving alone in the dark with a storm about to hit! I told you not to stay out late!” She scolds, as if you asked the storm to hit.
“It’s not even that late! Plus, I didn’t know the storm was coming, it was so sudden!” You reply, getting fed up. Amidst the chaos of your mother’s lecture, you don’t notice the ice up ahead. You car slides out of control, “Shit-!”
Your car spins along the road as you try to frantically get ahold of the vehicle. You manage to hit the brakes, but not before skidding into a nearby guardrail. You hit your head on the side of the car. Your heart beats quickly as a result of that scary incident. In your daze, you can hardly hear the voice calling out to you.
“Hello? Dear, what happened??” Your mother’s voice rings out on the other end of the line.
“Oh my god.. The car slid and I crashed.” You wince, holding your head with one hand. There’s no blood which is a good sign, so it might not be anything serious.
“WHAT?!” Your mother shrieks, “Are you okay?! Where are you?!”
“I’m fine!” You reply, stepping out of the car to assess the damage on your car. It’s not too bad, just a very large dent in the side. God, your parents were going to kill you. “It’s not that bad. I’m on Main Street.”
“Why are you so far? How are we supposed to come get you?” Your mother asks.
“It’s fine, I can drive back.” You hang up abruptly, irritated at your mother’s nagging.
You stand outside for a bit, trying to estimate how much the repairs are going to cost you. In your excitement to go shopping after a while, you skipped on wearing your gloves and scarf, only wearing your jacket. Now, you were seriously regretting it. The blizzard made it extremely cold compared to earlier in the day. You try to walk back to the driver’s seat before your foot slips underneath you. You yelp as you catch yourself on the wrong footing. You lean against the car, cursing at anything and everything for the unfortunate situation you were in. Not only were you caught in the middle of a storm, but now your foot was injured too.
A truck pulls up nearby, driving slow and pulling to a stop nearby. Two people exit the vehicle through the drivers’ and rear seat. “Are you alright there?” A voice calls out. You can barely make out the figure as they step closer, revealing Clark and John Kent.
“Clark..?” You mumble, covering your eyes with a hand from the wind.
“(y/n)? What happened?” Clark jogs up to you.
“Oh my lord..” You mumble, covering your eyes as if you were about to cry. This was the first time you ever crashed your car, or even got close to any life-threatening danger. The thought of what could’ve happened if the scenario played out differently fills you with a sense of fear.
“Hey, hey.. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Your boyfriend pulls you into a hug, taking note of your attire; hardly fit for the weather. You lean into him, trying to take weight off of your injured foot.
“(y/n), what were you doing out here?” Mr. Kent asks, looking between the car and your injured figure.
You turn to face him, Clark holding you up as you stand on one foot, “I- uh.. I went out, and the storm hit all of a sudden.. The- the roads were slippery, and- and-..” The cold makes it difficult to speak as your teeth chatter.
“Clark, take her to the truck.” Mr. Kent interrupts, “You’ll be okay, kiddo. You can stay with us until the storm clears.”
“What-? No, it’s okay.. You don’t have to..” You try to argue, but to no avail.
“We’ll talk to your parents, they can’t possibly come get you in this weather. We’ll tow your car back to ours.” He responds, his tone leaving no room to argue.
Clark pats your back and helps you back to the car. He gets you situated in the back, apologizing when you wince. He explains the situation to his mother in the front seat and after taking the keys from you, goes to help his dad with your car.
Mrs. Kent talks on the phone with your parents as you fall in and out of sleep in the back seat, the day’s events taking a toll on you. Clark helps lift the car back onto the road as his dad attaches the winch to your car. They both get back in the car and drive back home. Clark sits next to you and notices how cold your body is. You feel a wave of warmth wash over the car for a moment before it disappears. Mr and Mrs. Kent glance at Clark before he places his now suddenly, very warm hands on yours.
You arrive at their house when you feel Clark gently shake you awake, “We’re home..” He helps you out of the car and guides you into the house, holding you to support your injured foot. He sits you down inside and gently removes your shows and jacket as his parents prep dinner. He sits you down and keeps your foot elevated on a pillow. His mom brings a bandage and wraps your foot while Clark watches. She slides an ice pack under a layer of the bandages and instructs you to rest and stay off of your swollen ankle.
Clark carries you to his bedroom and places you gently on the bed. He helps you change and sits beside you with a plate of dinner. You reach to grab the plate from him before he pulls it out of reach, “Let me.”
You sigh before allowing him to feed you, “Clark, I’m fine. It’s just a sprained ankle.”
“It could’ve been worse.” He replies, worry evident in his features.
“I know..”
“Why were you driving so fast in the first place?”
“I was trying to get home before the storm fully hit.”
“(y/n), please. You have to be careful.”
“I know.”
“I mean, I was really worried when I saw it was you.”
“..i know.” You frown, adverting your gaze.
Clark sighs before placing the empty plate on the side, “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.. I could never be. I just want you to be more careful..” He places a kiss on your forehead, before helping you settle in to bed.
He turns the light off and climbs into bed after you. He pulls you close and pats your back, lulling you to sleep. When your breathing evens out, he presses a kiss to your forehead.
between the gaps, keep it under wraps
secret relationship with megumi fushiguro
It wasn’t that you were actively trying to hide the fact that you were dating, but rather the private tendencies of the both of you with people. Either way, you were very discreet, interacting with the other just the right amount to let your friends know that you don’t despise each other, but rather keeping a strict “classmates” relationship.
Truth is, early mornings and late nights were spent together more often than not, hidden training sessions, and secret outings that mysteriously left the two of you leaving at the same time out of the dorms. Miraculously, no one has ever suspected anything ever, even going as far as trying to get you to meet other people, as they believed it could be helpful for you (they thought Megumi would be harder to convince, so they started soft launching the idea recently).
The issue started this past week: Megumi had had a really rough mission that unfortunately had some casualties, and he had been stuck in his head a lot, more than anyone was comfortable with. Reasonably, everyone was tending and checking up on him, spending time near him even if he didn’t want to, because being alone and lonely at the same time was an experience they dared not have their friend pass through. Despite not saying a lot when people were with him, the lines of his forehead weren’t as tense as they used to be whenever he had company.
Of course, you were worried about the situation yet extremely thantful for the others to take care of him, but you couldn’t exactly say how much they were helping without revealing more of your personal attachments than you wished to. What you were embarrassed to admit to yourself is that you missed your boyfriend: the usual nights spent at either of your dorms was now replaced by people having sleepovers in his dorm constantly, and in the mornings when you usually exchanges soft and lingering touches, now Gojo came chirping about going to a bakery way too loud for the time of day.
And so, the only time when you had interacted with him a teensy tiny bit was when you passed by him one evening in the common room, sat in a couch beside him and as your knees touched and your heart skipped a beat like children, you gave him a bottle of his favourite drink. It wasn’t anything grand, but that graze sparked in him a genuine need to keep you near his person, and he started getting guiltily annoyed at his friends trying to help him for keeping you away from him. Your poor friends, unaware of your closeness, would have taped the two of you together if they knew it would have helped, but they were in the dark to that topic.
It was like that for two weeks, barely interacting with each other, and the both of you started craving the physical intimacy: being engulfed by his arms, pressing your body to his to warm his cold body up, the feeling of his breath on the nape of your neck as he hugged you. Despite the frustration, he still tried to seem grateful for the effort his friends were doing, but the lack of you started to get unbearable in a way he struggled to acknowledge. Your relationship was kind of new, barely dating for six months, so it was hard to admit how clingy the both of you had become, but not reaching the point of emotional dependence.
It all came crashing down a Saturday evening, three weeks after the mission.
He was, matter of fact, feeling perfectly now, so he was just grumbling at everyone’s clinginess, which signalled for them that he was back to being himself. Free time alone now possible, he started to look for you, wandering aimlessly though the dorms until he was told you were shopping with Nobara, and he returned defeated to his own dorm.
Unaware of the fact that he was alone, you arrived at the school and passed through the corridor Megumi’s dorm was in on the way to yours, humming your favourite song on the way. Your boyfriend, hearing the sound and recognising it as if he was his divine dogs catching his prey, opened incredibly fast his door and pulled you inside the room, startling you beyond comprehension.
He put one of his hands over your mouth to not make any sound as you entered and placed one of his fingers over his mouth as he shushed you silently. A knowing glint in his eye welcomed you, and you pushed his hand away from your mouth, catching your breath and dropping the bags to the floor.
Separated for a second, you two got a good look at each other: he looked tired overall, bags under his eyes hanging low, uniform a bit dishevelled for whatever reason, but he looked way better than he has in the past weeks. What hadn’t changed was the way he stared at you, waiting, expecting, as if he was afraid of getting rejected if he committed to the first step.
Looking at each other with an intensity never felt, you took a step to get closer at the same time, completely enamoured, and opened your arms as if to hug. He pulled you in and pressed your body against his so tight that it wouldn’t have been possible to breath if you hadn’t been holding your breath since you entered the room. Bodies pressed impossibly closer, his hands began to wander across your back, trying to pull you even closer, though he knew that wasn’t possible.
He began to get frustrated at not having you close enough, and started murmuring to himself, saying “No, wait, like this”, moving your body firmly but gently to place it where he wanted to feel it. You ended up in almost the same spot, but now your hands were resting on his upper back, and as you pulled away for a second to press a half kiss to the corner of his mouth, still shy at the situation, your hands moved with a mind of his own to the sides of his face as his drifted towards your waist.
When you tried pulling away from the quick kiss, he catched your lips to give you a proper kiss, warmth in both your features at the welcoming feeling of his body greeting your after weeks. Lost in the feeling, your hands began to wander aimlessly over every inch of skin you could find, tickling the area as you grazed it with such softness that gave him a newfound confidence, poured right back into the kiss.
Time seemed to freeze at the sensation warming your souls, only drifting away until your foreheads stayed pressed together. Mumbling nonsense, you explained something, maybe it was what you were doing or how much you missed him, and he hummed in response, keeping you near him.
Finally moving, you very quickly left to get your shopping bags to your dorm, already wishing you were back, and on the corridor, pressed to the wall, Gojo stood, with a knowing grin on his face. He shushed you in a similar way Megumi did, pressing a finger to his lips, and just left. Warmth spreading on your cheeks, you moved quickly to get back as soon as possible, already missing your boyfriend’s presence beside you.
a/n: swear i have been looking for weeks for a mini-megumi funko pop and i’m genuinely going insane
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