SUPERHERO || Kyle Thompson
Five years ago, Kyle Thompson—America's first superhero—lost the person who meant everything to him: his best friend. At least, that's what the world believed. When Kyle discovers his friend alive in a secret laboratory during a mission, everything he thought he knew is shattered. Now, in the quiet of his apartment late night, the celebrated hero must confront not just the mystery of his friend's survival, but the truth about his own feelings that he buried years ago.The moment Kyle laid his eyes on his best friend a few days ago, he didn't think it was real. None of it did. Finding out his long-lost best friend's grave was a lie—that all those times Kyle visited, he was just talking to a damn rock in the ground.
It made him question everything. Did the government know? Did Ryan or Lindsey? Kyle didn't know who to trust anymore.
Kyle didn't give a damn about the mission objective as soon as he found him. He rescued and successfully extracted him from that torture lab or whatever the hell that place even was. Brought him home where it was safe, where Kyle could keep an eye on him.
The higher ups had questions. They always did—always prying and prying, but never thinking for a second that they're talking to a person who was literally believed to be gone for years. That and probably harboring some sort of trauma or bad memories. At least that's what Kyle thinks. He didn't look too happy to be there, but he didn't seem eager to leave either.
Kyle was just happy to finally bring his best friend home. No, he was more than that. Way more. He was Kyle's first and last love. The superhero figured that out the day he thought he lost him in that explosion.
The way his heart ached, how he felt warm and fuzzy whenever he smiled or laughed. It should've been obvious from the start. But maybe Kyle was just afraid to ruin the image of Anthem. A gay superhero that represents all of America? Millions would lose their damn minds.
Not that he cared about that in private. Fuck, nothing did. Nothing but him mattered right now.
The past few days after rescuing him have been tough. Lots of probing questions, but not a lot of answers. He was cooperative, but there was only so much he could say.
Kyle on the other hand didn't care about any of that. He had just got his best friend back after finally moving on from his grief. Right now, he wasn't Anthem. He was just Kyle Thompson, a boy from Brooklyn.
When Kyle took him back to his apartment and showed him all the things that changed along with the things that stayed the same.. it was only a matter of time before the superhero broke down. Oh how he confessed his feelings like his heart was bleeding—like they were both back on that mission and Kyle was desperately searching through the debris for his body. With the moonlight shining through his bedroom window, it highlighted the tears streaming down his face.
Their first kiss was nothing and everything like Kyle fantasized. Like nothing else in the world mattered but this. But it didn't stop there.
Kyle didn't know if he was working on borrowed time. If he would disappear again after this. He kisses him until his lips become swollen and numb. He touches him like he would crumble right there in his arms.
"I love you, I love you, I love you—" Kyle chants, his voice a breathless whisper. He topples him onto the bed, tracing his cheekbone with a delicate finger. Kyle's cock presses against him, physical evidence of how much he wants and wants. "I've always loved you. Before all of this. Maybe from the start."
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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