boyfriend!sukuna waking up to you eating cookies in bed
sukuna smelt it before he heard it. the sweet smell of cookies filled his nose, as well as his taste buds. then he heard it. the soft munching coming from behind him.
at this point he was wide awake, the familiar scent filling the bedroom making it impossible for him to ignore whatever was happening next to him.
he rolled over, blanket covering up to his neck as he kept his head on the pillow, pink hair sprawled across it.
then he saw you. back against the headboard, blanket covering only up to your knees, letting him see you swallowed by his shirt, along with your bare thighs in the dark. only they weren’t exactly bare.
sitting atop your thighs was a box of sugar cookies, first row already gone as you stuffed the last one into your mouth, looking off into the darkness of the room.
sukuna was just staring at you, eyes threatening to close as he fought off sleep.
you still hadn’t noticed your boyfriend next to you drilling holes in the side of your head as you reached for the fourth cookie in the second row.
“ahem.” sukuna cleared his throat, hoping to get to you notice him and give some sort of explanation on what you were doing eating cookies in the middle of the night.
you slowly turn your head to him, eyes locked on the dark corner of the room as you zoned out, grabbing another cookie from the box.
sukuna quickly shoot his hand up, covering your mouth before you could shove it in. your eyes snapped to him, finally looking at him.
“woman. what the fuck are you doing?”
you pushed his hand away, crumbs getting on his fingers as you mumbled about how hungry you were before taking a bite out of the cookie.
“you’re hungry?” sukuna shifted a little, leaning over your legs to squint at the clock on your bedside table. “baby, it’s 2 in the morning. why’re you eating cookies at 2 in the morning?”
you could only shrug your shoulders, nudging the half eaten cookie towards sukuna’s mouth.
sukuna let out a loud sigh, obviously not happy with your lack of response. he still opened his mouth though, waiting for you to feed him the cookie.
you finally cracked a smile, staring down at your boyfriend who was now shoving himself onto your thigh, hair brushing the edge of the box before mumbling “make sure you go to sleep soon.” into the plush of your thigh, sleep laced in his voice as he scooted himself closer towards you.
you hummed, thumb reaching out to rub off the cookie crumbs from his lips before closing the box, placing it on the bedside table then gently pulling the covers over the both of you, letting him fall asleep on your lap while you ran your fingers through his pink hair.
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Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Fem!Reader: After sustaining a black eye being clumsy, you think no one will notice the next day….no one except Pope.
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Protective Pope, friends psuedo flirty lovers, Chemistry between reader/Pope, Doting Uncle Pope, fluffy vibes, Concerned Pope, mentions of injury, black eye, self-inflicted reader clumsiness.
I basically wanted an excuse to write some over protective Pope fluff, and shameless flirty vibes between him and the reader!
You had accidentally taken the corner of your upper kitchen cabinet to the eye, resulting in a brief trip to the emergency room to be uselessly told to just take aspirin and ice periodically.
This morning you woke up to your eye several shades darker than your usual skin tone, and a small half inch long cut, already scabbing over.
‘Can I put make up over it?’ You remember asking your attending nurse. You had work at the diner the following day, and could have done without the shiner.
‘Best not, we gotta let that skin breathe and heal without interruption,”
Great.
Despite the advice, you had to cover your mark, it wasn’t going to look good serving customers with a black and blue bruise around your eye with a cut to match. Plus, you didn't want to have to explain your story and wound your pride any further that it had been.
So now, as Lena sat eating her second serving of strawberry peach pie, you saw Pope approaching you both, his sights locked onto you and your new injury.
He knows. You sadly admitted to yourself.
You knew Pope was going to notice, of course he would, him especially, your eye was purple and yellow under your sparsely applied foundation. If anyone could spot a black eye, it was Pope. You just didn't expect it to be as instant a reaction as him taking two steps into the diner to pick up Lena. His eyes fixed onto you immediately as you poured coffee from behind the counter.
“Hey” Lena sweetly greeted her uncle, twisting in her chair to hug Pope, who leaned down and squeezed her back.
“Hey” Pope said before looking up at you and straightening upright. “What happened to you?” He asked, low and controlled.
“What do you mean? What happened?.” Lena cut in, looking between you and Pope in confusion.
“Nothing sweetheart, Im fine” you lied, and Pope shifted, visibly agitated. He knew how these things panned out, adults lying about injuries to spare the innocence of kids. At least, that's what usually happened to other kids, not when he was one.
“Go wait in the truck Lena” Pope said, soft yet authoritative as he scooped up Lena’s princess pink backpack with far too many keychains hanging off it, and handed it to her when her feet landed onto the floor.
“Bye” Lena waved to you, and you waved back.
“Bye Lena” You replied back, both you and Pope watching as she disappeared outside and safely into Pope’s truck parked out front.
Pope then turned to look at you, tilting his head to the side.
“Don’t. It’s nothing.” You suddenly said, sensing the impending question.
“Doesnt look like nothing.”
“Well it is.” You sighed, picking up your coffee pot and turning to refill it.
“Looks like you're trying to hide a black eye."
"What do you want me to say Pope? Well done, you got me, have a slice of pie for guessing correctly." You replied, a little more snappy than intended, but you chalked it up to the dull ache in the corner of your head/face and the lack of patience for such a discussion.
Pope shifted his weight, jaw tense as he looked to the floor suddenly.
"How’d it happen?” Pope asked, though his question had a deeper intent, he just didn't outwardly say it, not yet.
“It was a stupid accident.” You shrugged, feeling Pope staring at your back.
When he didn’t respond, you relinquished and turned to look at him. He looked…un convinced with your answer.
“Who-“
“Lena is waiting for you” you cut across him. A cheap tactic, but you couldn’t handle an interrogation from Pope. Not right that second.
He stayed still for a painfully long moment or two longer before huffing and walking out of the diner and into the truck.
Great, on top of a bruised eye and ego, Pope was now on the war path.
It was almost 11, and the last of the regulars were finishing up their food and getting up to leave.
You wiped down tables, methodically spraying and circling your cloth across each sticky and stained surface until it gleamed under the warm light of the diner.
“Night gorgeous” One of the older regulars, pushing 80 and who always ordered a portion of blueberry cheesecake whilst his buddies got apple pie and discussed baseball constantly, waved over his shoulder to you as the group got up to leave.
“Night handsome” you playfully called back, earning you an amused and appreciative response from the group of elderly guys.
You had your back to the door whilst you cleared away their plates and wiped down the table. The older patrons always left less of a mess compared to your younger ones.
Lena was particularly bad for spilling over syrup containers for her pancakes or splashes of soda from blowing bubbles into her glass.
You usually had to clean up her hands and face from stickiness before Pope showed up.
Once, you had asked if Pope wanted food after taking Lena’s order for a cheeseburger and strawberry milkshake after school. This resulted in a stiff comment about germs from using restaurant cutlery.
You had secretly asked Lena, who agreed being the sweet kid she was, to sneak one of the plates and a few utensils from the house that Pope used, and into the diner for him to finally sit down and eat with his niece. The plate and utensils would then lay safely out of reach from anyone in the kitchens, cleaned to perfection and that no one dared touch Pope Cody’s plate and utensils. Only you.
It made something twist inside of Pope, a feeling he wasn't used to. You didn't laugh or judge him for his mannerisms, not like the others. He liked things a particular way, counted out, measured, pristine. So the gesture to protect a plate and utensils for him so that he could eat beside his niece and give her some sense of normality with him...it made his heart swell.
As you continued to sweep and clean around the diner, you heard at the back of you the chime to the doors.
“Sorry, we’re closing” you called over your shoulder.
“Toss me the keys to lock up then.”
Pope’s voice made you turn and frown at him. He stood still, stiff and upright in his typical demeanor as he looked right at you.
You sighed and dipped your hand into the front of your apron to dig out your keys, tossing them to Pope who caught them with ease in one hand.
You knew why he had come here, late at night at closing when no one would be around for the inevitable interrogation. You didn’t want to talk about it, it bruised your pride -and your eye- too much. It also pressed on your feelings towards Pope. That blurred line of caring too much, and not enough. Pope protected you, he always watched over you, but at times because you didn’t know how he felt truly for you, it made you feel…weird. As if he was making an effort but not wanting to tell you he wanted you. Always at arms length.
“If you’re here you can clean” you huffed as you heard him lock up the doors, gesturing to the broom that sat up against the countertop.
You felt the tension building. Pope’s incapability to leave things be if it didn’t sit right with him. He silently came up behind you, placed his folded jacket onto the gleaming countertop and took a hold of the broom leaning against the counter.
“So…you gonna tell me how you got that shiner.” Pope said as he swiped the broom against the floor, gathering the debris from the day into a neat pile.
“If that’s what you’re here for then just go Pope, Im tired, Ive had a long shift-“
“Did someone do it to you?”
“What?”
“Did someone do that to you?” Pope repeated, low and threatening as he pointed to your eye.
You looked at him as his eyes flitted across your features, picking out the raised and scabbed line hidden under the makeup. His lips were tight, and his breathing unusually controlled. The hand gripping the broom unbearably tight to the point his knuckles looked white.
“No.” You answered and brushed past Pope to get around him, yet his free hand reached up to grip your wrist and keep you in place.
“Lena kept asking me whats wrong with you after I asked. She’s worried.” He said, tilting his head to the side.
“You did that. You didn’t have to ask in front of her. She didn't notice until you pointed out something was wrong.” You grumped and shook your head before lowering your eyes to avoid Pope's searching gaze.
You glanced to your wrist, how Pope’s small yet strong fist curled around your limb. He slackened his grasp and you pulled away from him slowly.
“If someone did this-“
“No one did this to me Pope, jesus” you sighed and rolled your eyes.
“Then why won’t you tell me?” He pressed, matching your tone.
“What if someone did?” You challenged him at his own logic. “What are you gonna do? Hmm?”
Pope stepped closer to you, eyes half lidded as he swallowed his growing frustration. You had never seen him this way, full of intent and threat. A flicker of something dark inside of Pope that you were never supposed to see. Not if he could help it. He’d do anything to keep you and Lena at bay from witnessing his anger.
“I would take care of it.” He answered, hushed and intimately as he looked you over, the sight of your damaged eye turning his stomach with an itchy rage. Your makeup was beginning to come off after a long day, and he could see just how dark the bruise was now that he was so much closer to you.
“It was a stupid accident the other morning in the kitchen, I banged my head into a cupboard corner.” You said, pulling away from him to take the broom from his hand.
Pope remained silent, frowning a little at your response. He began to follow you as you walked behind the counter and into the kitchen area where the staff had finished their shifts, and once again forgot to turn off the lights.
“What?”
Pope continued follow as you walked towards the supply closet to put away the broom. When you turned back to face him, you watched him look you over.
"Like I said, a stupid accident." You shrugged.
You made to move around Pope to head back out to the front, but Pope side stepped to block you before approaching you closer.
“Pope-“
“Shut up and let me see” he muttered, reaching up to softly hold your jaw in one hand and tilt your face to the side.
He saw it now, under the harsh kitchen lighting, beneath your worn thin foundation.
“You swear no one did this to you?” Pope asked again, his index finger swiping softly across the mark, ridding it of the waning foundation and revealing the deep angry hue of the bruise.
“If you wanna take up matters with my kitchen cupboard-“
“M’serious” Pope said shaking his head, cutting off your witty response to lighten the mood. “No one…no one put their hands on you?”
You softened to Pope’s concern now, he was genuinely upset, and needed a clear answer from you. No more sarcasm or brushing it off because of your wounded pride.
“No one did this. It was just me, being stupid and not looking at where I was going.” You said, slow and gentle, how you always handled Pope after a flair up on his part.
Pope digested your response, as if weighing it up in his mind as to whether or not he believed it.
“Shouldn't put make up over it." Pope mumbled. "Not if it's got broken skin."
Of course he would know how to care for a black eye.
"I know, the nurse at the emergency room told me not to but I didn't want to come into work with a black eye." You sighed. "Plus...I didn't wanna freak out Lena."
Pope nodded in acknowledgement.
"Or you." you added. "But I guess that plan went south."
"Why didn't you want me to see it?" He asked with a confused expression, his lip pouting a fraction.
"I...didn't want you going crazy over it." You shrugged. "I can never tell how you'll react when I get hurt or something happens, even when it's small accidents. I just...I didn't make a big fuss out of it because I didn't want you to feel...like this." You said, waving a hand to Pope, gesturing to him entirely.
"I would have taken it." Pope argued.
"Andrew, 'bout two seconds ago you were threatening to murder over this." You chuckled lightly.
Pope always felt a chemical change inside of him when you said his name. His actual name. Not Pope, but Andrew. Andrew meant something different, something deeper and personal. Pope was the exterior, the guard dog that would chew your hand off for looking at him funny. 'Andrew'...it went to his core, it soothed and softened him when you called him Andrew.
"So?" Pope challenged lightly, and it floored you a little. "If anyone hurt you, if anything...happened to you...nothin would stop me from fixin it."
If you looked closely, you could have sworn you saw Pope's eyes glistening. You knew he cared, and he had a particular way of showing it, often times rough and heavy handed, it was how he was raised in the absence of tender love and care.
Pope reached up to your cheek again, his rough and calloused fingers softly moving a strand of your hair back so he could continue to look over the black eye.
"Should put ice on it, looks swollen and warm” he said, carefully feeling your taught skin under his gentle touch.
"Well then...'mister fix-it'." You quietly said, reaching up to hold and move his hand away from your face. "Grab a clean towel and some ice outta the freezer, I'll get us some pie."
"I don't want-"
"I got your plate and fork, you’re eating with me." You said as you walked away from him to fetch his plate from your locker.
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You cut up Pope's slice of apple pie, whilst you opted for the remaining cinnamon bun. You were confident you could choose things for Pope to eat, especially when it came to deserts.
Pope liked simple flavours, vanilla, apple pie, plain sugar cookie, nothing too adventurous. Lena was always strawberries, bubble-gum, candy that turned your tongue various rainbow shades.
You liked cinnamon, coffee, caramel, warm and slightly spiced flavors. In a way, it always worked out in your favour as all three of you never took someone else's desired treats (though you would share with the other two in a heartbeat, and were certain Pope would do as well).
"Got it." Pope said as he walked out of the kitchen with a clean towel, twisted and packed with ice inside of it.
You neglected to tell Pope you had nipped to the bathroom to wash off the remnants of foundation, so when you looked at him with your face cleaned and in full view of the black eye, he froze up.
"It looks worse than it feels." You answered his silent concern.
Pope only grunted as he walked around the bar to stand in front of you whilst you sat on the stool. Without hesitation or instruction, he invaded your personal space, you widened your knees to let him step in between your legs and take a hold of your chin. As Pope angled you to look up at him, you admired his hazel eyes, hidden beneath his heavy brow.
"S'gonna feel like shit." Pope gruffly warned you as he raised the ice filled towel up to press gingerly into your eye socket and temple.
He wasn't wrong, but also the sensation of sudden ice cold on your warm and tight skin felt soothing. You sucked air in through your teeth a little.
"Too much?" Pope asked, about to back away had it not been for your hands to quickly reach up and stop him. You cupped his elbows, and held his arms.
"M'good, I promise." You answered.
With your reassurance, Pope reapplied the ice and held it there for several moments. His back stiffened when he suddenly felt your fingers softly petting and smoothing back and forth across his elbows and forearms.
"Thank you." He heard you mutter. "For caring."
"S'okay." he responded, shuffling awkwardly before taking the ice off your eye.
It still looked sore, but inside you felt a bit more relieved from the pressure of it having had ice applied. You blinked up at Pope, now entirely aware of the position you two were now in. He remained standing, between your knees with your hands still cupping his elbows.
"Better?" Pope whispered, his fist now holding the ice so tightly you could hear it crunch and protest under the towel.
"It still hurts a little." You whispered, unable to look away from Pope as he looked down at you. "Might have to kiss it better."
You saw a flicker of something overcome Pope, his lips knitting together as he thought in his noisy head. How his jaw ticked as he warred with himself.
"Andrew, I was just teasing-"
Your sentence cut off abruptly as Pope leaned down, and delicately fluttered his lips across your brow and eyelid. You weren't sure Pope was capable of such a delicate and soft gesture, and yet here he was, kissing you as carefully on your injuries as he could.
"Better?" He asked as he leaned back to look at you, your eyes...your mouth.
"One more." You hummed as you felt Pope's laboured and controlled breathing against your face.
The corner of Pope's mouth tugged into an amused smirk, and you couldn't help but match it. Pope placed the ice onto the counter, reached for your jaw, and leaned in close to kiss your eye...then your cheek...the tip of your nose...and finally...your lips.
He was gentle as he kissed you, impossibly so, his hands cradling either side of your face as he pressed his lips to yours. Your hands moved from his elbows to rest on his waist, gripping his sides by the t-shirt as he kissed you. Before things got carried away, Pope separated from you, rubbing his nose against yours.
"Better?" He repeated himself, yet his voice now was low and raspy with need.
"Better" You nodded.
"Promise you'll stop pickin fights with furniture?" Pope softly scalded as he pecked your mouth.
"Not if this is the first aid I get for doing it." You sarcastically replied, smirking against Pope's mouth as he leaned in to kiss you again.
Summary: Seeing Ajax's hair is almost impossible without you getting turned into stone. Who said anything about not being able to feel it?
Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, lots of tooth-rotting fluff, being blindfolded, trust building, kissing
W.C: 840
A/N: This was written better in my head than me actually writing it 😭😭
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Ever since dating Ajax, there was one thing in your mind you wanted to do. That was to see or even touch his hair.
He would be hesitant saying no to avoiding your feelings. It was the fear of accidently stoning you or traumatizing you that he can never forgive himself for.
But that didn't stop you from wanting to feel his hair. So you proposed a idea; wearing a blindfold and touching his hair so there's no way he can stone you.
He thought about it and agreed to it. Nothing can really happen if you're blindfolded. It wouldn't be the same of actually getting to see them, but it was a step to being open with each other in your relationship.
Everything had to be set up just right. The blindfold, the hour, locking your room to make sure no one could get in and accidently be stoned.
Ajax couldn't stop asking you so many times if you're ok with it and you don't have to do it. The same with you.
The two of you alone in the room, sitting on the bed, facing other. Blindfold on his lap, looking at you with yearning but careful eyes.
"Y/N, are you sure about this?" Giving you the most loving but most cautious eyes.
"Yes I am. If I want to be in this relationship, I want all of you, not only what's hidden underneath."
He didn't say anything but nodded with a slight smile. Lifting the blindfold, he covers your eyes and ties it on the back of your head. The knot was tied enough to not slip off but also to not hurt your head.
Ajax waves a hand in front of your face asking if you could see it. You shook your head no and laughed.
You went to adjust the blindfold slightly. Seeing this, Ajax panicked and quickly, but lightly grabbed your arms by the wrists.
"What are you doing?" His voice raised slightly almost cracking.
"What?"
"Don't take it off. I don't turn you into stone"
"I'm not. Just adjusting it."
"Do you even understand? Even a glance with just one eye-"
"I do understand, Ajax. I would never put you in a situation where I'll make you feel like you could hurt me."
Ajax takes a minute and lets go of your wrists. He apologizes for his reaction.
"I'm going to take off my hat. Okay?"
You nodded.
He took a deep breath and removed his hat. His snakes now moving around, mostly looking at you. He puts the hat in your hands to let you know it's off gaining your trust.
It started with touching his hands, moving up to his arms, shoulders and his face. Turning the back palm of your hand back and forth, touching his face and caressing it. The crooked bridge of his nose, his eyebrows, all you were familiar with, only you were navigating again with your hands.
He couldn't help but smile a bit, even chuckle. Now it was time for the hair. Up to the hairline, you started feeling his hair. The cold, scaly moving reptiles feeling your hand.
Their tongues flickered which made you gasp and chuckle a bit. He leaned it a bit more for you to feel around.
"Are they always this active?" You asked in amazement.
"Well they like you" How couldn't they? He likes you too, even thinks he might be in love with you.
A snake pressed against your index fingers and you lightly pet it with along with your middle one.
He amidered your facial expressions while you felt his hair. All his fears of hurting someone when he didn't mean to, went away when someone like you wanted to embrace it.
Never in his relationships have they asked to touch his hair or been far of intimacy like this. Goosebumps couldn't stop raising on his skin has you go behind his ears, caressing down the crown and his temple.
Looking at your lips, he lightly grabs your chin and his thumb grazes over your bottom lip.
You leaned in to kiss him and so did he. He closed his eyes and held your face. His snakes mingling with your hair too put all the senses even more heart racing.
Ajax pulled back, unable to open his eyes for a few moments, still holding your face. He didn't want the moment to end, neither did you.
"I'm going to put my hat back on again ok?"
"Ok" A soft whisper came from your mouth as you nodded.
He grabbed the hat besides him on the bed and put it on. He leans in and unties the blindfold from your head and your eyes open again. You look at him with indescribable eyes, with your mouth agape.
"That probably...was the best kiss I had in my life." Your eyes looked down but then up at Ajax with a smile
"Me too."
Silence fell between you two in the dorm. Eyes darting, yours to to the side and his at his hands.
"You really trust me."
Your head turned to him. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"
"It's just that, I'm always afraid of letting this fall off," His finger points to his hat. "Now I did on purpose with someone in front of me, everything changes."
"I could be blindfolded many times, if that means you trusted me showing yourself."
Ajax couldn't say anything. How could he? No amount of times he wore his hat, or hiding his powers could convince him that he shouldn't be with someone like you.
Now this one time thing, has become almost a routine in your relationship. It didn't mean you loved him less with his hat on. It just meant getting to feel and understand him, even if you couldn't see.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇，❝ your anniversary with jay brings you even closer. ❞
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YN
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠 𝗪𝗔𝗦 quiet, apart from the rustle of fabric. i stared at the mirror, not quite processing that the girl in the reflection was me.
the dress i was wearing wasn’t ugly it just didn’t feel like me.
i did another spin, admiring the way the dress flowed, almost in a set rhythm, before sighing and sitting down on the bed behind me. why did jay think this was a good idea?
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“i can’t believe i’ve already spent two years with the love of my life.” jay murmured into my neck, placing a soft kiss on my skin.
i giggled, intertwining his fingers with mine. “love of your life? that’s quite a bold statement there, park jongseong.” i teased.
i felt jay grin against my skin, pulling me closer until his chest was right against my back.
“not bold, just the truth.”
his simple statement made my heart do a flip. damn you jay for being so irresistible. did he know what effect just his words had on my mental sanity? probably not because he liked to do this quite often.
we sat in a comfortable silence. i concentrated on the rhythm of his breathing, unconsciously matching mine.
“sweetheart.”
i hummed in acknowledgement.
“you know how our anniversary is coming up soon?”
my heart raced at the mention of our anniversary.
“yes?”
jay looked up from where he was resting his head, before turning to meet my gaze. no matter how many times we’d been this close, his beauty still made my heart race like the very first time.
“i’d like you to properly meet my parents.”
my heart felt like it had stopped beating.
meet his parents?
that would be like asking me to balance fifty books on my head without dropping any whilst walking along the edge of a volcano. okay, a little over exaggerated but you get my point. there’s no possible way for me to meet jay’s parents without disappointing them.
“i know your scared sweetheart,” jay continued after i hadn’t immediately jumped at the idea, “but i promise you, my parents are going to love you. i know they will.”
jay’s voice was only sincere, and i knew how desperately he wanted to introduce me to his parents.
but it wasn’t that easy.
not for me anyways.
jay and i, we’re not the same. we don’t have similar backgrounds at all. to be frank, if i hadn’t studied my ass off seven years ago, i don’t think i ever would’ve met jay.
and to this day, i’m still amazed that from all the girls he had his shot with, he chose me.
but let’s consider the possibility that i did meet his parents, what would i even say?
‘hello, i’m your son’s girlfriend. we haven’t met for so long because i’m terrified of both of you and what you will think of me once you get to know me.’
god, i’m so stupid.
“you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
jay’s soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“i know you’re scared of what they’d think of you,” he continued, “even though i know they’d love you. but i understand if you don’t—”
“no.” i said firmly, “i’ll do it. i’ll meet your parents.”
after everything jay had done for me, i could at least do this for him.
jay’s face lit up immediately and he pulled me in for a quick peck on the lips. without wasting another second, he jumped up from the bed and grabbed his phone off the nightstand.
“i’ll tell them now!” he said excitedly, rushing out the room, he face practically glowing from happiness.
i smiled and nodded, watching him bounce away.
i could do this.
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and yet, here i sat, staring at my reflection like it didn’t belong to me.
jay would be here soon and i still hadn’t managed to calm my nerves.
i stood up quickly, pacing around the room, sighing in frustration. if i was only meeting his parents tonight, i think i wouldn’t have been so nervous. but was that the case?
of course not.
jay’s parents were having one of their famous galas tonight and they decided that tonight specifically is when they wanted to meet me.
meet jay’s crazy rich parents at a crazy rich gala in front of a crazy amount of people who are also crazy rich.
perfect.
there was no way i would fit in with their type of people.
but even after jay told me all of this, his tone apologetic because he knew i was already terrified to meet just his parents, i still agreed.
i mean, i may be a pathetic loser, but i refused to be a pathetic girlfriend.
i paused. i looked at myself in the mirror again. the dress glistened in the dim lighting of my room. it practically sparkled with each move. who knows how much jay had spent on this thing.
but the longer i looked at it, the more it grew on me.
maybe—maybe, this wouldn’t be to bad.
before i could second guess the positive thoughts i was having, i heard the doorbell ring, that stupid noise echoing through the cramped walls of my apartment.
well, no backing out now.
i touched up my makeup one last time before heading towards the door. shyly, i opened the door, peeking around the corner.
there stood jay, the usual bouquet of flowers in his hands and usual charming looks, waiting for me.
i couldn’t help but smile, quickly throwing the door open and pulling him close.
“woah, calm down sweetheart, you’re going to crush your flowers!” jay laughed, though even as he said those words he pulled me even closer.
i reluctantly released jay from my grasp, just enough for him to see me fully.
“you look gorgeous. just like you always do.” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. i smiled against his lips, feeling my body go fuzzy.
this was so unfair. how dare jay make me feel like a highschooler with a crush again?
“you’re looking extremely handsome today too jay,” i said with a smile, “going to make it impossible for me to keep my hands to myself.”
jay laughed again, a rich sound that sent shivers down my body.
“trust me love, later you can have your way with me.” he whispered, his breath ghosting along my neck, before extending an arm towards me, “come on, we should get going.”
i gratefully accepted his arm, allowing him to lead me out towards where his car was parked.
the car stood out like a stick in the mud. no doubt someone had already attempted to take it.
i eyed the area, cautious of my surroundings, though jay didn’t seem to care and instead ushered me inside, shutting the door gently.
by the time we had set off, my nerves had begun to act up again.
my knee bounced uncontrollably as i took my lip hostage between my teeth. who was i kidding, i was never going to fit in with jay’s family. this was a stupid idea. allowing myself to date jay in the first place was a stupid idea. i didn’t deserve him.
my knee stilled as i felt someone’s hand on my leg.
“hey.”
i looked up from the ground to jay. there would probably be a hole in the car from how hard i’d been glaring at it.
“don’t worry. nothing you do tonight will ever make me think less of you,” jay said, still keeping his eyes on the road, but his tone was soft and sincere, making it known he was paying attention to me.
“if anything happens, anything at all, i’ll be there with you. okay?”
i took a moment to process jay’s words, just allowing them to fully soak into my consciousness.
“okay.” i nodded with a smile.
jay was right.
everything would be alright.
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“we’re here.” jay announced, smoothly parking in between two types of cars that looked more display worthy rather than for actual use.
i took a final deep breath before turning to jay.
“i promise i won’t try to embarrass you.”
jay smiled, cupping my face gently, “nothing you say or do will embarrass me love, believe me.” he pressed a gentle kiss against my lips, making my head spin again.
“shall we go inside then?”
i nodded with a small smile. “let’s go.”
“that’s my girl.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my hand before exiting the car. he quickly appeared on my side of the car and opened my car door for me.
“come on princess, you prince is waiting.” he teased, offering me his arm once more.
i accepted it with a laugh, allowing him to lead me to the entrance of the almost full hall.
inside, i could see guests chatting away happily, their dresses glittering under the grand chandelier like stars in the night sky. champagne bubbled and fizzled in glasses whilst others danced.
from where we stood, it looked sort of like a family gathering. albeit a large, extravagant one, but it wasn’t as terrifying as i thought it would be.
jay’s voice snapped me out of my small daydream.
“ready?”
i took one last look at the scene in front of me, before nodding. “ready as i’ll ever be.”
jay smiled, pulling me closer, “i love you.” he whispered.
“i love you too.” i replied with a smile.
and with that, jay led me into the fairytale i had just been admiring moments before.
Just imagining Ryland helping reader with long hair
When you started dating he didn’t know anything about how to take care of hair.
Usually his routine consist of, washing, messily drying with a towel, pushing it to the side and calling it a day.
Maybe he picked up on making simple ponytails and braids because girls in his class would ask him to help.
So he obviously learned because what type of teacher would he be if he didn’t.
When he started staying over at your place more often, he quickly learned your routine, watching you make sure your hair was in its bonnet or wrapped in a satin bandana.
He analyzed every detail, how you put it in, the way you hold it so it wouldn’t look bad the next morning.
One time, he had asked to watch you do your hair.
So he sat on the bed, watching your reflection in the mirror as you do your routine. The products you use, the order you use them in.
And one day when you were too tired to do it, deciding that you would just wash it and deal with it tomorrow, he just-
“Let me wash your hair” he said it so sweetly, kissing your cheek and helping you get off the bed.
His fingers would work delicately against your scalp, the soothing circles he did were not helping your sleep state.
And when he plopped it in the towel, he brought you back to your room and sat you on the bed.
He already had the products lined up, from the leave in to the gel, in the order he would use them. (curl victims where y’all at?)
Of course the silly goose would apologize with a kiss on top of your head if it didn’t turn out right.
But just the fact alone that he went out of his way to spend an hour (maybe more) styling and making sure it looked just right, melted your heart.
And it looked amazing for him to just learn by observing.
(He definitely watched tutorials).
AND ALSO ALSO ALSO
Ryland learns how to do exquisite hairstyles just for you.
He’s practicing his technique, making sure that it’ll be flawless for the perfect moments.
You wanna leave it down for the day because you can’t deal with it? No no, he’s already putting it in a half updo.
He has a big school event that he’s bringing you? Best believe hes making a braided halo (with accessories he bought). (you scolded him but he didn’t care)
And on days Ryland is just bored, he sits you down in front of the couch, and he mindlessly braids your hair, tries different styles to see which one you like most.
But your favorite is always his concentrated face while he plays hairdresser with you.
Heavily thinking about curly hair when writing this but could be read for any hair type :>
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Summary: you decided to prank Charles by not giving him kisses like you usually do.
“ baby I’m homeee” you smile hearing Charles cheery voice. It kinda wanted you to stop your plan on doing the prank.
“ In the kitchen, Cherie” you called out to him, you were currently icing the cupcakes you baked today.
You hear Charles hurried steps to the kitchen making you giggle.
“ my baby! I missed you soo much” Charles groaned, he back hugged you, littering the side of your face with kisses.
Maybe this prank gonna be harder than you thought……..
You placed the finished cupcake down, “ you were gone for only three hours, Charlie” you softly giggle.
You wiped the side of your face he smothered with kisses, Charles immediately took notice since he was still hugging you.
His head perked up as he looked at you confused.
“ see the cupcakes I made? Some for you and the rest for the family” you tell him, talking about his family that was now your family.
You turn around in his arms, playing oblivious to his puppy confused face.
To test it out again, Charles softly kissed your forehead.
As you babbled holding a cupcake, you innocently wiped the kiss away and continue to babble.
Your babbling was cut off bye Charles gasp, “ what are you doing?!” His voice filled with horror liked he just witnessed you kill a poor innocent bunny.
“ eating a cupcake?“ you blink innocently and take a nibble out of the cupcake in your hand.
“ no! Before that?! You wiped my kisses?“ he gaped.
It was so hard for you to not break in a fit of laughter.
“ no I didn’t” you dismiss it, charles huffed, Did he daydream you did that? But why would he daydream a nightmare?
He narrowed his eyes and kissed your lips, tasting the sugary vanilla icing.
You wiped your mouth.
“ Ahhhh!” Charles screamed, you jolt looking at him with wide eyes.
“ you just did it again! How could you” he said, hurt.
That’s it, you break into giggles much to Charles confusion and annoyance.
“ this isn’t funny, your wiping my love away” he pouts, his hold on you tightening.
“ baby it’s a prank! I’m just teasing you” you smile still giggling, Charles still pouty.
“ that was a sucky prank, so mean” he grumbles and buries his face in your neck.
“ poor boy” you mocked.
Charles straightens up and suddenly smirks deviously making you wary.
The cupcake in your hand is now in Charles, he smears it down your face. Icing flying in your face making you gasp.
“ Charles!“ you scold while Charles cackles like a witch.
“ pay back!”
You suddenly grasp another cupcake in your hand making Charles dart away with you following him.
Laughter and playful shouts echoing in the lively apartment.
a/n: Married life with Scara has me giggling and kicking my feet every time — but writing him softly asking about having a baby? Yeah, I melted.
pairing: scaramouche x you
genre: fluff
The house was already quiet.
Dinner had been finished hours ago. The dishes were done, the lights dimmed, and the scent of clean sheets and your favorite candle still lingered in the bedroom air.
Your playlist of soft, sleepy love songs played quietly in the background — not loud enough to distract, just enough to fill the silence between your shared breaths.
Scaramouche had his arms around you, just the way he always did after a long day. You were laying chest to chest, legs tangled under the blanket, one of his hands absentmindedly stroking your back while the other stayed curled behind your head.
You loved this part of the night — when the world felt far away and Scara was just yours. No distractions, no sharp remarks, just warmth and weight and slow, lazy affection.
He always relaxed more like this. His tone softer. His walls lowered.
"Comfy?" he murmured into your hair.
"Mmhm. You’re warm."
"You’re clingy."
"You’re the one holding me like a stuffed toy."
"Maybe because you look like one."
You giggled and lifted your head slightly to look at him. He looked so pretty like this — loose hair falling over his forehead, lips slightly parted, sleepy eyes softened in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. Married life had made him a little more tender, even if he still tried to hide it.
You leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose. "You’re staring."
He didn’t deny it. Just smiled a little. "Can’t I look at my spouse?"
"You’re being sappy."
"So?"
"So, I like it," you whispered.
Scaramouche hummed, his thumb brushing lazy patterns against your hip. You thought maybe that was the end of it — that the two of you would slip into sleep like usual. But then his fingers paused. His lips parted like he was about to speak. And then… hesitation.
You could feel it.
"Scara?"
"…Can I tell you something?"
Your brows lifted a little. You nodded. "Of course."
He was quiet for a second — too quiet. His expression unreadable, but not distant. More like he was gathering courage for something.
"I… don’t know why I’m thinking about this now," he began, voice soft and slow, "but… what would you think if we… had a baby?"
You blinked. You weren’t sure you heard him right at first. "Are you serious?"
He didn’t look away. "I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t."
You sat up just slightly, supported by your elbow as you looked down at him. His hand stayed on your waist, his gaze steady but nervous. Like part of him was scared you’d laugh or brush it off.
"I thought you didn’t like kids," you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension.
"I didn’t. I mean… I didn’t think I did." His eyes softened. "But lately I keep imagining it. Not random kids — ours. You. Me. A tiny little someone who looks like both of us."
Your breath caught in your throat.
"I picture you holding them in the kitchen in the mornings," he murmured. "And me sitting beside you while they nap on your chest. I think about decorating a little room, going to doctor appointments, folding ridiculous baby clothes. I don’t know. It just keeps popping into my head, and I don’t hate it."
You didn’t say anything at first. You were still caught on the image of him folding baby clothes and sitting beside you while a tiny little bundle snuggled on your chest. And the way he said ours like it was the most sacred word in the world.
"…Scara," you whispered. "I didn’t know you’d been thinking about that."
He looked away, suddenly bashful. "I wasn’t sure if I should bring it up. I didn’t want to pressure you. Or make it weird."
"It’s not weird," you said softly. "It’s… kind of beautiful."
He blinked.
You leaned in and kissed him again — slower this time. With more meaning. And when you pulled back, your hand rested on his chest, right over his heart.
"I’ve thought about it too," you admitted. "Not seriously. Not planning or anything. But sometimes, I’ll see someone holding a baby and think… I wonder what that would be like with you. I wonder what kind of dad you’d be."
He raised an eyebrow. "What kind do you think?"
"The kind that pretends to be annoyed but secretly loves every second of it."
He scoffed. "Lies."
"The kind that rocks them to sleep while complaining the whole time."
"Only if you’re not helping."
You giggled, and he smiled, pulling you down into his arms again.
"…So?" he asked quietly. "Do you think… someday?"
You placed your hand over his on your stomach, heart full.
"Yeah," you whispered. "Someday sounds really, really nice."
He didn’t say anything for a moment — just buried his face into your shoulder and let out the softest breath you’d ever heard.
And when he pulled you closer and pressed the lightest kiss to your temple, he whispered one last thing before you both drifted off to sleep,
Summary: Chloe knows, few suspect, the rest can’t know. Handling your needs for physical touch from one another is not easy. Especially when Clark Kent has had some pretty stressful days lately. Part of The Boy Next Door series.
Contains: Fluffy fluff, secret relationship, boyfriend Clark Kent, high school, trying not to get caught, stressed Clark needs his girlfriend
A/n: Lowkey makes no sense but I wanted to share it lol. I’m thinking about making a few fics that aren’t related to the series, please let me know if you think it’s a good idea. Ignore the errors. Hope you enjoy💝
You are dropped off at school and get a whiff of the crisp fall morning, knowing you were getting closer and closer to Thanksgiving break.
You walk inside Smallville High while sipping on your vanilla latte from the Talon and listening to music on your iPod. Coffee, music, and a good outfit was more than enough to get you for through the day.
All you could think about was when were you going to get a taste of Clark’s lips. The unfinished makeout session from Friday left you a bit hungry for more.
You open your locker and see a small note on top of you history textbook.
“Meet me at the Torch, I’m dying to see you. Love, Your boyfriend”
Guess you weren’t going to have to wait long after all.
You shove the note into your purse, and rush over to the Torch, while making sure no one was paying attention to where you were heading to.
Before entering, you reapplied Victorias Secret bubble gum lipgloss, and fixed your hair a bit. You walk in and…
“I knew you would get here sooner if I left that note!” Chloe says while sitting at her computer.
“Dude, really…” you huffed in disappointment. You were happy to see Chloe but you were really looking forward to get all up on your farm boy.
“Relax, he’s on his way too” she says while rolling her eyes. Okay, not all hope was lost. You place your bag on the table and scoot up a seat next to Chloe.
“So why’d you pretend to be my boyfriend?” You say while sitting down next to her.
“Because I needed you here ASAP! And because I thought it was pretty funny” she giggled. You sip on your coffee and read what she’s typing on the computer.
“PLEASE DONT BREAK UP WITH ME!” Clark shouts while running into the room like an animal out of control. Chloe burst out laughing hysterically.
“You’ve got to be kidding me” you giggle while looking at Chloe practically rolling on the floor with laughter.
You walk over to Clark and give him a morning kiss, you notice he’s s breathing really heavily and his heart was about to explode.
“So, so, this was fake?!” He screams while holding up the note Chloe planted in his locker.
“If you don’t come to the Torch by 8:00, we’re over. From, your girl”
The reason he came barging in the room the way he did was because it was 8:01 by the time he got there.
You start laughing with Chloe after reading what the note said. But poor Clark still looked worried.
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After reassuring Clark that it was Chloe who made that up and you weren’t going to break up with him, you both sit and listen to what Chloe had to say.
“Alright, I called you over here this morning to tell you guys that we need to do some investigation” Chloe says while walking back and forth in front of you and Clark.
“You know, you could’ve just called us like a normal person and not have to scare the crow out of me…” Clark says a bit annoyed. You kiss his cheek to remind him to relax.
“What’s the fun in that? Anyway, we’ve been getting way too many requests to figure out who in the hell is behind all the heroic acts that have happened in the last few months. I tried to avoid the request but it seems like everyone wants it” Chloe adds.
Some sort of superhero has been saving a bunch of people and has been stopping criminals. But no one knows who it is. You were surprised that Chloe wasn’t interested in doing an investigation on it.
“W-well, maybe it’s Batman?” Clark says while sipping from your coffee. Normal of course, you two shared drinks all the time.
“Can’t be. Batman is based in Gotham, I don’t think he’s making 6 hour trips to Smallville every day” you say.
“As much as I don’t want to, we ‘have’ to find out who it is. Okay?” Chloe says while picking up her things.
“Okay” you and Clark replied.
“You two have about ten whole minutes before the first period bell rings. So I’ll just go and let you do couple stuff, see ya!” Chloe says before leaving the room.
“So…where did we leave off at last week?” Clark says with a smile while pulling you closer.
Something felt a bit different about his mood today. You brushed it off while trying to convince yourself that you were overthinking.
“Mmm, right about, here!” You say while pointing at your neck and he immediately goes for it. Waiting all weekend payed off after all.
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Mrs. McKay give the class quite reading time during first period. She lit up a pumpkin spice candle that filled the room with its scent. Everyone was quiet, the only sound you could hear was people flipping through pages from their books.
You were pretending to read ‘The Great Gatsby’ but you had a Seventeen magazine hiding behind it. The piece you were reading was talking about some tips to drive your boyfriend crazy for you.
You got distracted, and turned to look at the window next to you, overlooking the football field.
You start daydreaming about the day we’re Clark could finally be on the football team, and you could be in the bleachers cheering for him. And when he would score the winning touchdown, he would run over to you for a victory kiss.
You were also thinking about Clark’s mood that morning. There was something there but you couldn’t figure it out.
“Hey, city girl!” Chloe whispered and you snapped back to reality. She points to the door and you see Clark through the small window of the door. He would never do stuff like that normally, at least at school. Something was definitely off.
“Uh, Mrs? May I go to the bathroom?” You say while hiding your magazine in your purse.
“Sure honey, go ahead” Mrs McKay replied without looking up from her book.
You get up and walk out the door, looking for Clark left and right. It seemed as if he had disappeared.
You take small steps to your right and suddenly, you get pulled into a small space in the hallway.
“Hi” Clark says with a cute little smile.
“Well hello, Kent” you say while looking at his smile. He goes in for a kiss, it felt magical like always. The kissing started off slow, then got more intense little by little.
You were both making small noises in between kisses from how good they were. His hands were on your lower back, pressing against you gently. Your hands were in his hair, slightly tugging the back of it.
He was gentle but frisky. Just how you liked him. The makeout session was super great.
Until you remembered where you were.
“Clark stop it we’re going to get caught!” You whisper and pull away before anyone sees anything.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself” he whispered back while giving you sad puppy dog eyes. Now it was for sure that there was something else going on. You tippy toe to kiss his chin.
“Sorry baby, but we’re both off limits here” you say while scratching the back of his head. He closes his eyes at the sensation of your touch and nods.
“You’re stressed” you say.
“Yeah, I am. I-I just…need you right now” he says while slowly opening his eyes. Those blue eyes were one of your biggest weaknesses.
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Clark had been pretty stressed/overworked the past few days. I mean it was reasonable since he was helping his dad with the farm like always, trying not to fail biology and math class, getting beat up by all the chores in the farm, and his Ma had been a victim of one of the meteoroid freaks that were terrorizing Smallville.
Martha was fine, thank god, but that must’ve been really hard for Clark. Knowing he could’ve lost her. He keeps his eyes on you and you could tell he was having a tough time lately.
“I know you’ve been under a lot of stress lately, but I promise I will always be here for you, okay? I’ve got you Clarkie” you say while kissing his jaw and then hugging him.
“Thanks babygirl. You are too sweet, I really don’t deserve you” he says softly, holding you tight.
“Don’t say that, I wouldn’t want any other boyfriend other than you” you replied with a smile.
He kisses you again and his tensed body softens. His soft and tender kisses felt so good. So gentle, yet passionate and loving. That was the best way to describe Clark. Gentle, passionate, and loving.
You both head back to class in different directions so no one sees you two walking together. You walk back to your desk and search for your magazine again, but you can’t find it.
Until you look at Chloe in front of you, reading it.
You tap her shoulder and open your hand so she can give it back. She looks back and rolls her eyes in disappointment.
“You know, you could really use those tips from page 23” she whispers. You turn to page 23, wondering what it was about.
“How to tell your boyfriend that you’re ready to lose your virginity”
You blush in embarrassment and smile slightly at the same time. Chloe looks back and raises her eyebrows jokingly. Good thing that the tips from page 23 weren’t going to be needed anytime soon.
