GOOD LUCK, BABE !

GOOD LUCK, BABE !

( Eve Wilkins x fem!reader || she needs all the luck she can get when you don't know the effect you have on her )

Eve stares at herself in the mirror, tilting her head in various angles as she examines her face. Nothing noticeable about it has changed, but she checks anyway. 

You were on your way to her house to get ready for another "girls" night out. By "girls" Eve meant you, her, and Rex. Her dad insisted on bringing a "man" along for both of your sakes, for your safety and hers. Rex was as capable of being a man as a child was in his father's suit. He looked the part, but didn't act like it at all. 

That was besides the point. All that mattered was that you were coming over. Not him. 

Her eyes pull away from the mirror when she hears her phone buzz. Usually, she kept it strictly on silent. But since you were coming over, time was of the essence.

She reads over your text with a smile. 

As always, you don't bother to ring the doorbell. You opted to text instead, sending her a simple standing woman emoji to notify her of your arrival at her doorstep. "Took you long enough." Eve comments, looking over your outfit, casual but cute. Perfect for a trip to the mall. All the while Eve was still in her pajamas. 

"Says the one who needs me to get ready in the morning." you say back, before pulling the other girl into a hug.

She doesn't know why, but the sudden hug catches her off guard. Luckily for her, you don't see the way her eyes widen as you wrap your arms around shoulders. The hug was brief, but Eve could swear it lasted longer than it usually did as if you were savoring her arms around your back. 

"Anyways, lead the way, pj princess," you gesture towards her room, the nickname you use for her makes her subconsciously smile to herself. "Do you really need me to lead you to my room?" Eve asks with a small laugh, making her way upstairs, already knowing you'd follow. "Not really, but yeah." your answer makes her laugh again at how absurd you sound, she rolls her eyes, even though you aren't facing her directly.

"You gotta clean around here, Eve. This is a stepping hazzard." You kneel down slightly to pick up one of her stuffed animals, tossing it onto her bed. Eve rolls her eyes. "Quit being dramatic and help me pick out an outfit." She says, rummaging through her closet for some clothes to wear out.

"Alright, whatever you say, babe." You say in reply, sitting on the edge of her bed expectantly for her to show you said outfits. Your usage of the pet name 'babe' makes her heart flutter. Thank God you didn't have super senses. The way her heart rate spiked up at the nickname made her feel embarrassed. You didn't even know the effect you had on her. 

"Okay. This one or this one?" Eve holds up two tops, one of them being a pink camisole and the other being a striped baby tee. "Hm.." You think aloud, tilting your head to the side slightly as you decide which shirt was best for your little "girl's night" out. 

"This one but in that shade." You point at the baby tee, then at the camisole. "Pink is your color, after all.”

Eve smiles to herself. "You're right." She agrees without hesitation, a familiar pink light enveloping the tee, going from the collar to the hem. You've grown used to her using your powers around you, and Eve felt the same. For once, someone else besides Rex saw her powers as a gift- not something demonizing and to be ashamed of. "There." she shows you the baby tee again, wanting your opinion on it, not because she needed it, but because she wanted to hear your approval. Eve wasn't like this usually, but you were lucky. 

"Amazing as always, babe." you praise, pretending to applaud, making her chuckle.

"Since when did you learn how to drive?" Eve asks Rex with a raised brow, lowering down slightly to look the explosion-prone superhero in the eye. 

"Not telling!" He replies, making you grin and Eve more concerned for their safety as Rex pops open the car door from the inside. He had to awkwardly sprawl himself over the center console. You could've sworn you heard a couple of joints crack as he opened the door. 

"Do you even have your license?" You ask as you hop into the back seat, Eve following suit. She buckles on your seatbelt before buckling on her own, making sure it's tightened. Just in case. Rex was behind the wheel, after all. 

"Not telling!" Rex exclaims again, drawing out the last part just to annoy the both of you.

You both collectively roll your eyes at his words. You glance over at the radio as he turns it back on, twisting the knob to turn up the volume. Fittingly, Shut Up and Drive by Rihanna plays. Eve watches as you joke around and poke at Rex from behind the driver's seat, enjoying the laughter coming from your lips. 

Rex wasn't going to shut up any time soon but it was bearable with you.