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‘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.

You weren’t dumb, by any means. Nonetheless, you felt a tad stupid following your boyfriend to the beach at almost 1 in the morning where anything could happen without anybody around to witness it. Yes, you knew you shouldn’t be going behind your parent's back and sneaking out and everything. Heck, they would flip out if they found out about the boyfriend part, claiming you’re too young. Yet there you were, walking hand in hand with none other than Wolf.

"Why the beach, Wolf?" you asked. You left your shoes near the grass where the sand of the beach starts. Small grains got between your toes as a slight wind passed through your hair. You tried to ignore the nervousness you felt, blaming the flush of your cheeks on the night’s chill breeze -though you knew it was because of another reason. Wolf dragged you further along, his hand slightly clammy against yours but you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind. You watched as the moon seemed to sit atop the water, its glow like fireworks illuminating the night. It was pretty if anything, but why was he bringing you here?

"...you wanted… beach.." he mumbled, though you can only make out part of his words. The tips of his ears grew pink, and you knew yours couldn’t look any better.

"What..?"

"Tch, you said-!" he cut himself off, hating repeating himself. He gave up on words and pulled you along the sand, placing his jacket and sitting down, pulling you down with him. You fell with a small ‘oof’ and sat up, settling next to him.

He grabbed your hand and opened it. You watched as he did so, but he didn’t do anything else. Instead, he looked up at you and stared. You scratched your neck and had a confused look on your face. “..what?”

He continued to stare at you, raising an eyebrow at your confusion. You looked around for a moment, wondering if something was there, but you found nothing. Suddenly, something was quickly placed into your palm and he closed it. You looked back at him and he pulled his hand away. You could see something hanging out between your fingers. He swore under his breath but sat back and watched.

As you had slowly opened your palm, you found a phone charm. It had small red, gold, and black beads on a string with a small tiger at the end. Looking proud, he said, "Well?"

"Well…what?" You were still unsure of what he meant. You were starting to get sick of trying to decipher the meaning of his cryptic actions.

"Are you stupid? You wanted to go to the beach." he snapped, annoyed you weren't connecting the dots.

"Don’t call me stupid, I just didn’t think you’d remember. And why at 1 in the morning? And what’s with this??” You bombard him with questions, dangling the phone charm from your fingers. The gift was very sweet, but there were better times to give it, and better times to sneak out.

As he took in your words, he couldn’t help the thought that came into his head. He never admitted it, but he never forgot things when it came to you.

So, he opted for a different response, “I didn’t call you stupid, I was asking. And it’s our anniversary, dumb fuck.”

“Our anniversary’s in two months, dumb fuck.” you retorted, copying his insult. Ooh, how good it felt to give Wolf a taste of his own medicine. Honestly, with all your sass you were lucky to still be alive. There was no way he wouldn’t fight you if you were someone else.

He raised an eyebrow at your retort and pinched your cheek hard, definitely leaving a mark.

"You took the necklace I gave you? What the fuck do you mean 'in two months’?" he barked, furrowing his brows.

You put a thumb between his brows and press lightly on it, and he immediately stops furrowing them. He thought to himself, 'This girl's worrying about wrinkles now?'

"I mean, you asked me to be your girlfriend two months after that.." you responded, "Did you think we were dating the whole time before that?"

"I gave you the necklace. I kissed you too, didn’t I? That’s what you fucking do, that means we were dating, obviously," he stated matter-of-factly, sass evident in his tone.

"Wh- then why did you ask me to be your girlfriend after??" you questioned, completely lost after his explanation.

"You said you ‘don’t understand things if I don’t tell you’, so I asked you properly. Not my fault you're such a dumbass," he made his voice higher pitched in an attempt to mock you, responding condescendingly as if you were the dumb one.

"Wh- Wolf, even if we kiss and you give me a gift, that doesn't mean we're dating? That's why I asked," you said, clearing up the confusion.

"Whatever, shut up." he pulled your head to rest on his shoulder, as he rested his own on top of yours.

You laughed softly at his antics as you leaned into him, “You’re cute, Wolf.”

The wind blew your hair in different directions, getting in Wolf's face, but he didn't care, gently holding it down. You closed your eyes and rested against him. You don't remember how long you stayed like that, but what you do remember is falling asleep in his arms, safe and warm.

The light from the moon shined down on you both, and a small sparkle appeared around your neck. He moved his hand down and pulled out a small necklace, the pendant sparkling. His eyes widen slightly before he sets it down.

GOJO SATORU: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

on the rare occasions satoru gets to sleep in, he uses it to his full advantage, staying in until noon - and not letting you leave either. you have tried multiple times to escape his arms, but each time you get close, he only pulls you in and holds you tighter. at this point you've given up trying to escape and instead try reasoning with him to let you go.

"please satoru! i have to use the bathroom so bad! do you want me to piss myself?" you plead, turning to face him.

"if it means you stay here, then yes." he responds, holding you closer to him.

"pleasee! it's almost 12:30, i wanted to start the day bright and early! let me go!!" you beg, losing energy over his antics.

"it's a little late, don't you think? why not just stay with me a little longer? what's the harm in that?" he reasons, opening one eye to look at you.

"the harm is that i'm about to piss myself! let me go!" you respond sternly.

"yeah, no harm done, that's what i said." he says, ignoring your pleas and instead laying ontop of you.

after going back and forth with him, you completely give up on the excuse of having to use the bathroom and decide to lay in his embrace. you rarely get the chance anyways.

"... i knew you were lying about pissing yourself."

"shut up." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's been almost 2 whole hours since megumi woke up. and he's been in bed the whole time. why? because you're there with him, of course! and he doesn't have the heart to move and risk waking you up when you're sleeping so soundly in his arms, resting your head on his shoulder and using it as a pillow.

megumi shifts to rest his chin on your head, pulling you closer. he rubs your head gently as you begin to stir awake.

"mmh, megumi?" you say hoarsly, blinking sleep from your eyes.

"hmm?" he hums.

"what time is it?" you yawn, blinking sleep away from your eyes.

"almost 8. you can go back to bed, babe. it's still early." he kisses your temple and coaxes you back to sleep. .・。.・゜✭・.

you wake up again to the smell of breakfast being made.

you feel around the bed looking for your boyfriend. "megumi?" you call out.

"yeah?" he answers, walking in the room with a tray of breakfast. talk about smooth.

"you didn't have to.." you sigh, as he places the tray on the bedside table.

"i wanted to." he smiles softly at you. "go wash up, then we can eat."

"okay, give me 10 minutes." you respond, getting out of bed and stalking your way to the bathroom.