#also I will never judge anyone for panicking in situations like this

[steampunk483]

As a computer engineer, I would like to add: all of this is very good advice, and you should do everything in your power to avoid wrecking your flash drives. If, however, a drive does fail,

DO NOT PANIC!

You can fix this! At home! For free, even!

Step one: download a forensic disc imager. Most of them will work, but I personally use Exterro's FTK Imager. It is a professional-quality imager that is widely used in criminal investigations and other high-stakes digital forensics (like, national security kind of stakes, so you know it's reliable), and is also completely free for personal use. It's a good idea to read the documentation or find some kind of guide on how to use it before we proceed.

Step two: download a data recovery program. Again, most will work. I use DiskDigger, which is a good free option, but it doesn't work with Apple operating systems, so any Apple users will need to find another option. (Try checking alternativeto.net, it'll usually give you some good options.) Again, figure out how to use it before continuing; it'll save you a lot of trouble later.

Step 3: using the imager from step 1, make an image of your defective drive. This will make a perfect bit-for-bit copy of your drive and save it as a file (usually a .iso). Depending on how big the drive is, this may take a while.

Step 4: unplug your drive. We're not going to touch it again until we've sorted things out.

Step 5: mount the disc image you made in step 3. (If you aren't sure how, just search "mount .iso" our whatever file type you got in step 3.) From your computer's perspective, it's exactly the same as plugging in your drive. We'll be working with this virtual drive so that, if we mess something up, we can just go back to step 3 and try again.

Step 6: make a folder to put your recovered files into. Not strictly necessary, but it's helpful for keeping things organized.

Step 7: now you can use that data recovery program from step 2. (Exact details depend on the software you chose, but it's usually pretty self-explanatory.) Again, this'll take a while for larger drives. Also, they can sometimes struggle with more obscure file types

Step 8: sort through the output. While the contents of the files should be fine, the file names are probably gone (it's a side effect of the error that most commonly causes drive failures). Unless you had a really catastrophic hardware failure, or did something dumb with drive partitioning (like I did), you'll probably only have lost one or two files at the absolute most. More likely, everything is fine.

Step 9: once you've made sure everything is accounted for, unmount your disk image and put it in a zip file (or other compressed format). You can save this file to another drive, and come back to it later. (Alternatively, you can just delete it if you're sure you have everything.)

Congratulations! Barring some edge cases, you've completely recovered your data! For free!

At this point, you can reformat your hard drive. Be absolutely sure of the drive you're formatting, though; formatting the wrong disk can be very hard to recover from. If you're not comfortable doing this (I don't blame you tbh; it's kinda scary sometimes even for me, and I'm a computer engineer), ask a more tech-savvy or otherwise more confident friend to do this for you. Once this is done, you can put your files back onto your flash drive and use it as normal.

This works for any drive btw, not just small flash drives; I had to do this for a 2 terabyte external ssd where I accidentally overwrote the first 1.5ish gb, including the partition table (the file that holds stuff like folder structure, filenames, etc.). (I lost everything in that first chunk, but recovered everything else on that drive and then some (I found a bunch of album covers for albums I've never listened to, for example, and I have no idea where they came from).) The only exception is if you're trying to recover an hdd with a broken platter; once one of the those plates breaks, you're pretty much out of luck. If it's any other kind of drive, though, you'll probably be able to do it at home for free. And, in the event that you can't, that's when you take it to a professional -- and tell them what you've tried, they'll really appreciate it.

Side note: if you suspect that your drive failed due to a virus, don't do the recovery on your main computer. This is another case where it's probably better left to professionals, but you can still do it yourself. If you do, either get a cheap spare computer that you don't mind getting infected, or at up a virtual machine. I will note that even with these protective measures, this is still a bit risky, so I'd only recommend doing this if you really know what you're doing.

PSA- TAKE YOUR FLASHDRIVE OUT OF YOUR COMPUTER

If you are not using your flashdrive to actively back things up- TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR COMPUTER! DO IT NOW! RIGHT. NOW.

Yesterday one of my flashdrives stopped working. My mom took it to our local computer guy to find out what was wrong with it and the guy said the the ONLY way that it could POSSIBLY (not definitely, POSSIBLY) be recovered is by sending it to a FORENSICS COMPANY that charges NINE HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS ($950) as a flat rate for this service. IF the stuff can even be recovered.

The computer guy said that he has seen all types of flashdrives, no matter the quality, fail because people don't know that they need to take them out of their computers when they're not using them. A few of the things that can happen are the flashdrive can overheat or a virus could destroy it if your computer happens to pick up a virus.

I have thousands of pictures and videos on that flashdrive, precious, precious memories of kids I've worked with that I may never see again in my life and now I might have lost them because I didn't know to take my flashdrive out of my computer when I'm not using it. The cute pictures of my three new kittens I've been posting? On that flashdrive. Memories from holidays and birthdays and camping adventures might be lost forever.

TAKE. YOUR. FLASHDRIVE. OUT. OF. YOUR. COMPUTER!!!!!!

(please for the love of all that is good share this so other people don't have it happen too)

[amazinglyegg]

a bit of an angsty ask-- could you do companions react to sole having a panic attack?

Of course! Angsty prompts are my favorite <3

Companions react: Sole having a panic attack

Includes: Cait, Curie, Codsworth, Danse, Deacon, Gage, Hancock, Maccready, Maxson, Nick, Piper, Preston, and X6

Cait: 

As long as she’s known Sole for more than a few days she’ll be pretty decent at comfort

She gets it. Panic attacks suck. All she can do is try to make it less-sucky.

Won’t get all sappy or dramatic but will just sit with Sole somewhere and remind them that they’re alright

She also won’t let it overstay it’s welcome either, if that makes sense.

Once the panic attack is over and Sole’s willing to continue Cait will just get up and go along with her day, not bringing extra attention to what happened or trying to talk about it or anything

Curie:

Catch her re-reading (or even writing) notes while Sole’s panicking

Obviously Sole’s comfort is top priority but Curie doesn’t remember everything she’s supposed to do! She’s gotta read up on it!

“Think about something nice… like a field of flowers, or a puppy!”

She's very empathetic so she might end up crying a bit alongside Sole, and will probably tell Sole to just ignore her and focus on themself

Great at talking through emotions with! She'll never judge Sole for what they're feeling, even if it's "irrational" or "dramatic". Emotions are confusing, she gets it!

Codsworth:

Codsworth will do whatever he can to make up for his lack of ability to give physical comfort

Blankets, drinks, distractions via books or games, more blankets…

A lot of verbal comfort as well, but he might gear towards gentle jokes or stories rather than traditional comfort

He will mother-hen Sole for a while, even after the panic attack is over. Acts of service is his love language and he really wants Sole to know how much he loves them!

Might stress-clean afterwards, he’s just really worried about Sole and has a bit of abandonment issues he's gotta work through

Danse:

Surprisingly he’s not terrible at helping!

Gets Sole away from the situation, gives them some water, asks simple yes/no questions, etc. etc.

You can kind of tell he has a mental checklist going on and once he exhausts it he just kinda sits there and waits for the panic attack to end

Other than that he has no real clue what to say, so don't expect much more than a "there, there" and an awkward shoulder pat

He's definitely open for Sole if they need to vent or whatever but he's terrible at letting them know that, so Sole will probably have to be the one to initiate any further conversations about it

Catch him reading some medical book written in the 1900's for advice and going up to Sole like "Have you tried cocaine?"

Deacon:

Uhh. Panic.

Deacon is NOT good with these things! Lots of awkward laughter and (gentle) jokes and tense body language that kinda makes Sole a little more stressed

He’ll get better with time (and practice) though, although he may still need Sole to tell him what they need from him from time to time

He IS good at reading body language and such, so it won't take long for him to pick up details like whether they want to be touched or not

Definitely mentally noting down what triggers Sole’s anxiety so he can help them avoid it in the future

Gage:

Will straight up admit he has no clue what to do.

Doesn’t want to make things worse and doesn’t want to accidentally piss off Sole so he’ll probably just give them space and leave a beer next to them

The best Sole will get out of him is a pat on the back

Does defend Sole from any onlookers and will gently guide them somewhere more private if there are people around when they have the panic attack

To him, he'd be mortified if anyone saw him panicking like that! Catch him telling Sole embarrassing stories about himself so they feel better about being that vulnerable around him (even if they don't mind at all)

Hancock:

I think he’ll be good at recognizing the signs of a panic attack and comforting Sole even if they aren’t super close yet

He’s just the type of guy to get along with strangers, and that goes with comforting them too

He’ll rub Sole’s back and talk them through it quietly without drawing too much attention to it

He’s willing to just continue the conversation or act like nothing’s happening if it’ll help Sole - sometimes ignoring it will make it go away faster!

Generally just lets Sole take the lead and picks up on what they want/need from him

Nick Valentine

Okay we all know he'd be AMAZING at this

He'd notice Sole's anxiety, potentially before they even have the panic attack, and will lead them away somewhere calmer to de-stress

He's great at reassuring them of whatever they need to hear ("It's going to be okay, you're safe, I'm here...) and he'll stay calm and composed in the process

Honestly wouldn't be surprised if he kept like, a stuffed animal or something in his giant coat of his for this reason

Might be hesitant on physical touch, or even eye contact - he's self conscious and afraid he'll freak them out with his eyes or metal hand

WILL let them wear his coat like a blanket though... if they can excuse the smell of cigarettes

Maccready:

He doesn’t know what to do but he can’t just leave them, so he’ll try anything really

Talking them through breathing exercises, keeping them away from crowds/busy areas, patting their shoulder awkwardly, hell he’ll even give them a hug if they ask

Tries to just be there for them, even if he doesn’t really know what to say or do

Might just resort to “keeping watch” by sitting a few feet away from them with a gun, both so they can have their space and so they know they’re safe and he’s still within earshot.

Maxson:

Definitely a “just calm down” / “just breathe” type of guy

Either that or he’ll straight up panic and send Sole to the med bay thinking they're having a heart attack

He’s never really had anyone to role model good responses to these kinds of situations before! He’s trying his hardest but he has no clue what to do

He WANTS to know what to say though, so if Sole explains it to him after the fact he’ll pay attention and use their advice for any future panic attacks

Canonically he views mental health as just as important as physical health, so he will definitely take Sole seriously and do whatever it takes to keep them happy and healthy

Piper:

“Haha what’s wrong Sole?? 😀 … oh shit what’s wrong 😥” type of reaction

Basically it might take her a bit to realize Sole’s having a panic attack, but she’ll do what she can to help once she notices it

Takes “rest and digest” literally - will give Sole food and tuck them into bed if she can

Might try to throw every coping strategy she knows at Sole all at once in hopes one of them will work well

Uhh BREATHING and FOOD and and PET DOGMEAT do you want to go on a walk?? How about some hot chocolate???

Might be a good idea for Sole to make a checklist for her to go down one by one...

Preston:

Great at speaking gently and keeping Sole from panicking more

Slow movements, low voice, maybe holding their hand or rubbing their back comfortingly

He doesn’t always know exactly what to say so he’ll focus on self-soothing for himself to help Sole calm down as well

Things like taking deep breaths so Sole can follow along or going on a walk with them

He's also very respectful of their space and privacy, and will immediately give them space if they ask for it (even though he's almost worried sick about them)

Will reassure them that he doesn't think any differently of them or their ability to lead the Minutemen!

X6:

I think X6 would actually be pretty good at comforting Sole, all things considered

The last thing you need while having a panic attack is other people panicking as well, right?

And X6 will definitely stay calm, that’s for certain.

He might also end up overloading Sole with facts about panic attacks though

Sole will be like “I think I’m having a heart attack” and X6 will respond by giving a list of every single symptom of both to compare and contrast as proof it's a panic attack

You can definitely catch him silently panicking the first time Sole has a panic attack though

He’s not good with emotions man he’s trying his hardest

[once-upon-the-earth]

this fandom talks so much about how hard the final fifteen and its aftermath was/is for crowley and im not gonna deny that it was but. try seeing the whole thing from aziraphales perspective for a sec. Because it is so so so heartbreaking. i know its hard bc we dont really know whats going on there with the metatron and threats and things that were cut out but lets take it at face value and try to imagine what hes feeling.

He knows another apocalypse is coming. He wants himself and Crowley to be safe; he's always wanted them to be safe from the very beginning. Its why he's so unsure of the arrangement for so long ("If Hell finds out they wont just be angry. they'll destroy you!"). Even when he and Crowley are finally "safe", they know theres more coming and theyre just waiting, anticipating, until Jim happens. They panick, everything gets very chaotic but clears up without either of them seriously hurt, luckily. Aziraphale is still reeling with adrenaline when the Metatron takes him outside. He's definitely thinking "alright, just this, get him off my back and then I can get back to ignoring them until the next apocalypse." But suddenly, Heaven is offering him a way to stop that next apocalypse NOW - and even better, Crowley will be safe the entire way through! They'll both be angels, safe, on the same side and save the world!

(also the fact that heaven, whove been talking down to him his entire life, are now acting like they respect him. I dont think he entirely falls for it but that would feel good to anybody, whether he suspects its fake or not.)

Crowley says no. Crowley refuses, angrily, confesses, in the worst moment while theres thousands of other things running through Aziraphale's mind and now he has to deal with this too, years, millennia of unspoken things slapping him in the face in an already incredibly vulnerable moment. Crowley talks of running away again and leaving the world behind. Aziraphale tries again - he needs Crowley for this, he cant do this alone, neither the entire task of saving the world nor the simple act of going back there. Crowley kisses him, doesnt even want to accept Aziraphale's forgiveness for not helping him - leaves.

Aziraphale definitely has some sort of plan, going up there. But he will also be arriving in Heaven, cold white lights, cold faces over pale clothing judging his every move and have to juggle both responsibilities and his own, undercover plans, all this without any help and nobody to talk to. You remember how he ate an entire ox the first time he tasted food? He's still got Crowley's taste on his lips and an empty stomach. And he doesn't even entirely understand why Crowley rejected him because Crowley's always helped him before. It's their game. He gets himself into situations, Crowley rescues him and they never say a word about how theyre feeling. And now Crowley broke the rules, refused, and kissed him and Aziraphale cant even talk to anyone about it because who would listen and anyways, he needs to get to a meeting about killing everything on the world he was put on to protect.

[mermaid-trash]

CEO!Diluc x GN!Reader (SFW)

CEO!Diluc who hired you as his assistant because not only were you the most qualified candidate for the position, but you had also been the only candidate not to fawn over the young tycoon during the interview process.

CEO!Diluc who is caught off guard by the warmth that you bring to the office every day, and quickly becomes the one fawning over you; admiring your appearance from behind important papers that hide his flushed cheeks, waiting impatiently for the next time you enter his office with paperwork or a fresh cup of coffee in hand, all while trying to ignore the unfamiliar pounding of his heart.

CEO!Diluc who, against his own beliefs, engages in small talk with you every morning, asking how your weekend was and listening attentively to your response for the smallest scraps of information about your life, your likes and dislikes. Unbeknownst to him, the soft smile present on your face as you speak is mirrored on his own as he listens.

CEO!Diluc who more and more frequently catches himself thinking of you outside of work, when he drives past a café he thinks you would like or sees someone wearing a piece of clothing he thinks would look better on you, but convinces himself stubbornly that it doesn't mean anything.

CEO!Diluc who invites you to join him for lunch one day, simply so that he doesn't have to eat alone of course, and enjoys your company so much that he asks again the next day, and the next, until eventually he doesn't have to ask anymore. It becomes an unspoken part of your routine, to spend an hour together uninterrupted by work, sometimes chatting and sometimes just unwinding in a comfortable silence together.

CEO!Diluc who accidentally asks you out on a date during one of these lunch breaks. You had mentioned a restaurant in the city that you wanted to visit, and the words had escaped him before he could stop them: "We could go together tonight, if you like." His heart freezes at the stunned look you give him, but then you smile. It's wide and genuine, and Diluc realises that he desperately wants to see it again.

CEO!Diluc who spends the rest of the day panicking, suddenly aware of how underprepared for romance he feels. He isn't even certain that this is a date since neither of you had used that word and he doesn't want to presume anything, but still, this may be his only opportunity to spend an evening with you outside of work, and so he wants to make sure it's perfect for you.

CEO!Diluc who is obviously uncomfortable sitting at the small table opposite you, his eyes scanning the room constantly for anyone who may be watching him, judging him for this travesty of a date; he can barely even bring himself to look at you, so beautifully dressed up for him and lit by the flickering candle atop the white cloth covered table. He fears if he looks at you now, he may never want to look away.

CEO!Diluc who starts at the sound of your voice calling his name softly, his gaze suddenly jumping to your face and the concern written plainly on it. Biting your lip, you voice the question that had been playing on your mind all day until this moment: "Diluc, is this…is this a date?"

CEO!Diluc who freezes, warmth flooding his face as he searches blindly for the right answer. He fumbles, stuttering and stammering like a fool under your attentive gaze. In the end, he settles on a half answer: "I suppose that depends on what you would prefer." His head drops a little shamefully at his own hesitation; he was a coward, too afraid of rejection to take charge of the situation and affirm that yes, he wanted this to be a date.

CEO!Diluc who is pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of your hand grazing his, soft fingers intertwining with his in a firm, grounding grip. Shocked, he glances up at you and is greeted by a shy smile that makes your eyes twinkle far more beautifully than they had in the candlelight.

CEO!Diluc who's heart still hammers against his ribs erratically, but the young man finds it within himself to squeeze your fingers lightly in an unspoken assurance of his affections.

[atsukinakae]

Could you do a ftm!reader x oikawa and iwa (or whoever you feel like writing) where he wishes he could play volleyball but cant due to medical stuff (or due to being transgender, where i am sadly it is illegal and the only thing stopping me, that might go into too angsty tho) but likes to watch their practices, and brungs stuff for theur teammates constantly (aka food or lil charms. You get the picture)

And games?

Oikawa x manager ftm reader x Iwaizumi

I am really sorry about the fact that you can't and hope that someday you could play,also have some virtual warm hugs and kisses⊂⁠(⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

Where I live it is frowned upon for a trans boy to play as a team and I have not met anyone with a similar situation.

I wish I could play...

Due to the fact that you were a trans guy you couldn't play volleyball and that made it worse,but not everything was going to be angsty and sad,you had your team with you and your partners by your side.

The shock that was in everyone when they found out that they were having a manager,A MANAGER?!😦

Yeah,nobody including the couch never thought that someone will ever agree to be Seijoh's manager but still they were happy.

"You can come in", everyone's eyes on the door,just watching.You got scared about the fact that everyone's were on you but still acted calm."Hello,i'm m/n and I will be your manager from on,nice to meet you"you bowed.

The first and second years were too stuned by your charms that were just staring,the third years introduced you to everyone and explaining the rules and you had to do,except for the brown haired boy who was just sobbing after a black haired boy smacked him.

After a few months of being their manager you had learned how much this boys loved and cared about you especially Iwaizumi and Oikawa.

~ Being their manager meaned to fill the bottles,writing notes,cleaning and helping on everything that you could but also giving them forehead kisses,hugs,head pats and a lot of compliments and comfort for they loosed.

~ The whole team going to your house to spend the afternoon playing games, watching móviles and having sleepovers.

~Gosh,you loved theses boys and your partners,but that pissed you was that everytime Oikawa's fangirls see you will immediately surround you, you're just stading there,body freezed not knowing what to do,just trying to find your boyfriends or anyone on the team.Luckely the couch came to save from those girls,"thanks couch I was too panicked by them".Poor boy,after what happened your team saw your panicked face and tried to find out the reason while you were just trying to calm yourself down."M/n what happened?" "Oikawa's fangirls surrounded me again".After that incident the boys were more protective being around you so the girls won't make you uncomfortable ever again.

~"I'm done with this team,you don't even listen to your captain"said the setter while dramatically walked towards the gym door.

"Go wherever you want but m/n and Iwaizumi won't be going with you"That was Matsukawa's response before he left the gym.

When you entered the gym after changing to your manager uniformnyou saw that everyone was there except Oikawa,it surprised you a bit,he rarely missed practice."You know were is Oikawa?"you asked the first years,"He left the gym just before you came,saying we don't listen to him".A few minutes later Oikawa entered the gym and runned towards you hugging."I thought that you would never come back"you said with a smile on your face."How could I leave my pretty and adorable boyfriend behind"he said while buring his face on your neck for some comfort

~On days where you didn't have practice,you will play volleyball in the park with the first years,go on dates with your boyfriends,like a picnic under the blossoms trees,make homemade food,go to a cat cafes,etc.

Eventhought the fact that you were trans made the situation worse and couldn't the thinghs that you liked of fear of being judged,your team would do anything for you to see that pretty smiled on your face."M/n san,can we go to the park on saturday to play volleyball,please?"asked Yahaba with Watari by your side waiting for your answer.In the end you accepted and you more fun that what expected.

[laladellakang]

crossover episode (mila)

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italics dialogue = english | bold dialogue = japanese

this chapter is not canon, and is just for funzies. this is a collaboration with @enmi-land with her enha oc (who is also poly), mila!

kang della and milana bai in the same room?! is this a crossover episode?! (pls tell me you get this reference)

contains: 4.6k words, a bit (or well... kinda a lot) of angst but a happy ending!, mentions of cheating (mainly jay)

What the fuck just happened?

I asked to be dropped off at the convenience store near our dorm. I needed to buy some toothpaste, and I was perfectly fine with walking back. It had happened many times before without any issues over the (almost) three years we've lived here.

Until now. Though it's not anything I could ever explain.

As I was about to enter the building, someone behind me called my name.

"Della," she said quietly.

"Ah, 안녕하세요," I bowed nervously. Her hood was up, and a mask concealed her face. If anything were to happen, I wouldn't be able to describe her features. I was terrified. (annyeong haseyo = hello)

"Don't hate me. And good luck. I won't take long, I promise," she slowly made her way closer.

The moment she uttered the words 'don't hate me,' my instincts kicked in, and I discreetly tried to retrieve my card from my pocket. When she started getting closer, I didn't care anymore and tapped the card reader without hesitation.

But the doors open and close automatically. Of course she would catch up to me.

"Wait!" even if I ran as fast as I could, it's either the stairs or the elevator, both of which would take a lot of time. 

She barely did anything to me. All she did was touch my back as I rushed up the stairs. Though I suddenly felt intense dizziness, and felt as if I were floating for a moment, before returning to normal.

She was nowhere to be found afterwards and everything seemed the same..

Yet, somehow, everything felt different. It was as if the air and the overall atmosphere had changed. I couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

Perhaps it was magic.

What if she's a witch though... Witches scare the shit outta me.

I don't know what she did, but I do know that I have to hurry home before anything else happens.

I just wanna get home and cuddle with whoever's free.

Taking a deep breath, I entered the dorm using the combination.

My heart sank as soon as I stepped in.

Female shoes. Ones that are definitely not mine. 

Nausea overcame me, and my breathing became heavy as tears welled up.

No. Della, don't. You trust them. She could be anyone. No one is cheating on you.

What if it's a sasaeng? Did that girl break into our– no. Most, if not all, of the boys should be home. They would have done something if someone had broken in.

It can't be a relative either, as we would have informed the group beforehand.

Then who is she?

"I'm home," I managed to say in a normal voice, trying to hold back the tears.

I heard panicked shuffling and quickly wiped away stray tears before they could see me.

You're strong, Kang Della. Don't show any weakness or insecurity to whoever this person is.

And there she was, someone I had never met or seen before.

She had made herself at home, wearing loungewear and her hair styled in a messy up-do.

Her eyes were wide, mirroring my previous vulnerability, and her breathing was heavy.

And she was stunning. Her freshly-dyed blonde hair contrasted with my midnight black one. She was tall (though not as tall as me, judging by how high she reached the shoe rack), with a small face, big eyes, and plump lips.

Honestly, she reminded me of myself, but in a different font or something. I don't think she's Korean.

"Who are you, and how did you find out where we live?" she asked me fearfully. "How did you know the passcode?"

Wow.

Just wow.

I know that in situations like this (or at least what it's looking like), the blame should mainly fall on the cheater rather than the person they cheated with.

But she just referred to my home as hers. Ain't no fucking way.

"Where YOU live?" I scoffed, licking the inside of my cheek. "I'm sorry– who are you, and why are YOU here?"

That's when I noticed she was wearing my favorite Jay-shirt. It felt like my heart was being crushed, and I could feel the symptoms of a panic attack creeping up.

My sweet Jay. Earlier today, he woke me up and told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world. How lucky he felt to have me. His eyes showed sincerity. Was it all a lie? How can someone so lovely be so cruel?

"I live here. Who are you, and how did you know the passcode?" she responded, a bit more sternly. What the hell?

"This is Enhypen's dorm. I live here," I said, in disbelief that she didn't recognize me, even though she's dating a member of my group.

Shit. That stings. Park Jongseong fucking cheated on me.

Confusion crossed her face, and she was about to say something when we were interrupted by more shuffling.

We both turned and saw an angry Heeseung.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" he said sternly, pulling her behind him to protect her.

Heeseung too? My protective Heeseung who got angry at the other members if they left me unsupervised after my injury.

Now he's protecting her instead of me?

My heart started pounding, and it became harder to breathe.

"Heeseung-oppa?" I said in a small voice, feeling incredibly betrayed.

"Who are you?! Get out of our house before we call the police!" he raised his voice at me. The boys had never spoken to me like that before, especially not in such a harsh tone.

"I live here! Lee Heeseung, what are you saying?!" my voice shook as a few tears escaped.

More commotion followed, and this time all seven members appeared. Even Jake, who I could see peeking from the side of the wall.

Is he... afraid of me?

My Jake who was scared of the girls in I-Land but became so comfortable with me that his golden retriever personality came out. Now he barely wants to see me?

"You don't live here. Who are you?" Jungwon stepped forward. My Jungwon. Enhypen's leader who is ready to protect everyone despite being maknae.

But why isn't he protecting me?

"I—" the sight of all my boyfriends turning against me and defending this girl became too much. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate, and a panic attack was on the verge of consuming me.

Shit. I haven't had a panic attack in so long and the fact that my lovers are the ones to trigger it is insane. Everything was perfect just this morning– what happened?

"Breathe. Take your time," Oh my Sunghoon. So incredibly precious. Always reassuring and giving me reminders since day one.

"Sunghoon," Heeseung scolded.

"She's going to have a panic attack! How can she explain anything?" Sunghoon reasoned. "Niki, get her some water."

"No, Niki. She should leave. Now," Sunoo said firmly. "I'm calling the police." My Sunoo, our sunshine. We've had our squabbles, but I've never been this scared of him. Now I understand what people mean when they say he has an intimidating face.

"Wait, wait. What's your name?" Riki asked. "Calm down a bit. Tell us how you got in," he approached me and gently rubbed my shoulder. I tend to forget that he's still so young since he hates when I remind him of our slight age gap. My Riki is too pure sometimes. He's doing this when I'm a stranger to them. 

Wait.

It suddenly hit me.

Shit, why didn't my brain work faster?

I'm a stranger to them. They don't know who I am.

It breaks my heart but I should at least introduce myself so that they know I'm not a threat.

Was this the working of that bitch (no Della, don't call her a bitch, you don't know her) who used witchcraft? Did she erase their memories or something?

"Jay-hyung, call the police," Riki switched languages, probably to ensure that I don't understand.

"Wait! Don't call!" my eyes widened, instinctively grabbing Riki's wrist. "I'm not a crazy fan, I swear!"

"Let go of him," everyone said in unison.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hold him. It was a reflex," I let go and took a deep breath. "My name is Kang Della. I'm a member of Enhypen."

"I'm sorry, what?" Sunoo scoffed. "We only have two female members in our team."

Two?

"What the fuck is happening with the world?" I couldn't help but chuckle humorlessly. "Have I gone insane?"

There's no fucking way that what I'm thinking is what happened.

"Alice?" I simply asked.

"What is Alice... answer us– what do you mean you're a member of Enhypen?" Jungwon asked.

"Did I do that thing from Everything, Everywhere, All at Once?" I leaned against the wall, clutching my aching head. "Just give me a second."

I have officially gone insane.

Even if I did 'multiverse hopped' or whatever you call it, I have officially gone insane. My head fucking hurts.

This is why I am afraid of witches.

"Can you please answer us?" Jake asked in a softer voice.

"My name is Kang Della. I was born on March 16, 2003. I'm from Seongbuk-gu, and in 2020, I participated in a survival show called I-Land," I looked up at their faces, hoping to see some recognition. Some looked in disbelief, while others seemed slightly annoyed.

"I made it into the final lineup of Enhypen. Seven boys, two girls. It was you seven plus me and Alice, but Alice left shortly after, so I was the only girl," my eyes welled up with tears at the thought of them not remembering me after everything we went through. "I live here. This dorm has been my home for almost three years. I was attending a class in university, and suddenly I came home to... to this."

"You expect us to–" Heeseung was about to say something when she cut him off. She moved closer to me, looking me in the eye. "Mila–"

"Do you have any proof?" she asked softly.

I maintained eye contact as I pulled out my phone. I let out a shaky breath when I looked at the screen for my Face ID.

The lock screen displayed a picture of us, my Enha.

I opened the gallery app, and a few tears escaped my eyes. I flinched slightly when Mila's hand reached out to wipe them away.

"Take your time," she assured me. Damn, she's sweet too. She seems perfect.

"Thank you," I whispered. My thumb hovered over the photo album labeled 'my forever.' I know I'm being dramatic but all I kept thinking was 'will I ever return to my world again?' "Here you go," I handed her my phone.

I watched as she scrolled through the pictures, but quickly averted my gaze to the floor. I really want to go home. I'm surrounded by familiar faces, but they're not my comfort people.

"Guys... These are actually you..." Mila turned around to show the seven. "And it's not even a look-alike, it's definitely you. This is the company building," Jay took the phone out of her hands to have a closer look.

I saw him tap on a specific video, and Shout Out started playing. It must be from one of our concerts. 

That's when I couldn't take it anymore. Again.

I broke down. A full-on panic attack.

"Oh my God," Mila wrapped her arms around me. "Let's get you inside. Niki, get her some water."

Hearing Shout Out made me think of four things at the same time:

One: How the hell am I going to get back home, and how long will it take?

Two: I'm all alone in this world/universe/whatever this is.

Three: I'm surrounded by people who resemble and act like my soulmates, but they're not mine.

And, four: I guess we're not together in every universe after all. I know it's probably impossible, and the guys were just trying to reassure me, but it still hurts. 

This is one of the worst reality checks I've ever received.

Afterward, I didn't feel like doing anything. I didn't wanna eat, talk or look anyone in the eye. I just sat lazily on the couch and occasionally observed this Enha. I could sense that Heeseung, Jake, Sunghoon, and Sunoo were more cautious around me, while Jungwon, Jay, Mila, and Niki tried to attend to their "guest."

I also noticed a little something else.

I ended up spending the night, sleeping in Mila's bed while she sleeps in Kiara's since the other female member was away for two days.

Just like our schedule, theirs have a two-day break.

I overheard a few members canceling their plans because of me, which made me feel incredibly guilty.

I didn't want to stay here, but if I had left, Mila would have come with me, and that was a hard no from all the male members.

Mila hadn't left my side since my panic attack. She was doing everything she could to make me feel better, and I truly appreciated it.

That's why, when we're finally fully alone, I immediately tried to initiate a conversation.

"Are you dating any of the boys?" I asked, avoiding eye contact.

I needed to be sure. I wanted to confirm my observations.

Also, after hearing her talk with Jake, I noticed that she's fluent in English and had an Aussie accent. It seemed like she was more comfortable and fluent in English than in Korean.

"What?" from the corner of my eye, she seemed startled but relieved to hear my voice.

"All seven of them, perhaps?" I whispered.

She remained silent for a few moments before answering quietly.

"Yeah. All seven."

I let out a deep breath and nodded.

She's just like me.

"I noticed the way you look at each other," I said. They were trying not to reveal anything in front of me, but eyes don't lie.

It hurt even more knowing that this universe's Della wouldn't be with this Enha. Why would they when they have this goddess of a member?

I would've cried if I had not exhausted all my tears.

"We didn't want to tell you because we saw your photos," she said. "You're dating all of them too, aren't you?"

All I could do was nod.

"We were worried that our affection would... hurt you," well that's sweet of them.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it," I breathed out. "But I'm sure looking at those pictures on my phone pains you just as much, so you don't have to hide. I'll be fine."

It must be even more surreal for her to suddenly meet this girl in the comfort of her home, who has solid proof that she came from another dimension.

"It didn't," she said confidently, making me look up at her. "I mean... it did at first– like like– when you– I mean, when I first saw the pictures and how smitten you are," she stuttered a bit at the eye contact. "–but honestly? I'm completely okay with it," she smiled sweetly.

She's really cute.

"Because you kinda remind me of myself," her eyes sparkled. "I like to think of you as a Korean version of me."

That's an interesting way to put it.

We do resemble each other. We're both members of Enhypen. We're both dating the same people. Our names both end in 'la', and we're practically the same height. There could be a lot more too.

"That's a great take," I smiled for the first time since being here. "But how are you so sure that we're THAT similar? We barely know anything about each other."

Her eyes lit up even more (if that was even possible), and she eagerly sat beside me.

"First things first, I was also born in March 2003."

Mila and I ended up chatting until two.

Our conversation covered various topics, from discussing our favorite things to gossiping about our respective Enhas.

I absolutely adore Mila. We have so much in common, and she's incredibly cute.

I discovered that our personalities are quite different though. She has more of a bright energy.

And well... she's an extrovert with a gorgeous, friendly face.

But I think our contrasting personalities will make our bond even stronger. People like her are good for me.

At around two-fifteen, my hunger became unbearable, so I mustered the will to go to the kitchen.

I really didn't want to run into any of the boys, but Mila assured me that they should all be in their rooms playing games by now (just like my Enha), so I hoped she was right.

Especially because she's calling it a night so she can't accompany me.

Poor girl had a tiring day but still managed to stay up just to talk to me.

I decided to take Mila's suggestion and make myself some cup ramyeon to bring back to the room. That way, if I did encounter any of the members, I could quickly retreat.

"Good night, Lala. Enjoy your food," Mila yawned.

"'Night, Mimi. Sweet dreams," I replied before leaving the room.

Fortunately, the lights were out in the living room, indicating that no one is outside their rooms (unless they're in the bathroom).

I swiftly prepared my noodles and nearly succeeded in avoiding the boys, until the door to the master bedroom opened, revealing Jake followed by Jay.

They halted in their tracks upon seeing me. Jay even glanced back at the other members.

"Della-ssi," Jake exhaled. "You're not asleep?"

"I got hungry, and Mila told me to eat," I spoke my first words to them since my arrival.

"Eat up. You must be hungry," he eyed the ramyeon with a nod.

"Thank y–" I reached for the doorknob of the girls' room until Jay called out.

"Della-ssi? Do you mind coming here for a bit? You can eat the ramyeon while we're at it too," he pushed into the space Jake slightly left. "We wanna say a few things."

Shit. This is going to be awkward.

"A-ah... Okay..." I walked towards the room slowly. "안녕하세요," I greeted with a small bow.

"No need for formalities," Sunghoon said from his bed. "You can sit on my chair," he pointed.

"Thank you," I immediately took the seat, opening the lid of my ramyeon.

"You add cheese, too?" Sunoo asked, eyeing my noodles.

"Yeah, I always do," I stirred my noodles, slowly realising the 'too' in his question. "Do you also use cheese?"

"Mila does," all seven said in unison.

"Ah..." damn they also have that syncing habit. "Does she also use half of the seasoning packet?"

"No, she loves spice," Jay answered. An awkward silence followed before Jungwon broke it.

"Listen... We're sincerely sorry for being rude to you earlier. We were startled and scared that a stranger was in our home," he began. "On behalf of all seven of us, we deeply apologize."

"Oh no! Not at all! I completely understand!" I shook my hand. "I practically broke in, so it's only natural for you all to panic."

"We know, but still... we caused you to have a panic attack," Heeseung hugged his knees. "We're truly sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I completely understand, and I forgive you," I smiled softly. "I really appreciate it."

Silence hung in the air for a few moments. The only sounds coming from my slurps, Sunghoon's finger tapping, and Jake's foot bouncing.

I thought about leaving, but I wasn't sure how. Maybe I could quickly finish my food and just excuse myself.

"How is–" Riki spoke up. "What's Enhypen like in your world?"

Oh wow.

First off, he called me 'noona' and I had forgotten that they don't know about my dislike for that term.

Secondly, I had discussed this with Mila, but hearing one of the guys ask about it was a bit heart-wrenching to be honest.

The other members looked at me with anticipation.

"In my world, Enhypen is..." I took a deep breath. "Popularity wise, me and Mila concluded that we're pretty much the same. Majority, if not all of our achievements are the same," I smiled at the thought.

"I guess that's good then..." they nodded slowly.

"Relationship-wise?" My smile wavered slightly at Sunghoon's question. I took another, even deeper breath before responding.

"Our bond keeps getting stronger," I fiddled with my chopsticks. "The public doesn't know, and only a few trusted do, but we just love showing it off," I grinned. "Whether subtly or not-so-subtly."

"Do we–" Jungwon cleared his throat. "Do we treat you well?"

"What?" I chuckled.

"Come on, you can tell us! Did they treat you well? Your secret is 100% safe with us, like... who would we even tell?!" Sunoo became excited at the topic.

"Well, that's true," I giggled, then became serious again. "You– well... they treat me incredibly well. More than I deserve. I love each and every one of them deeply, and they mean the world to me. All seven of them."

"We can tell. The way you talk about them speaks volumes," Riki smiled, and I smiled back.

"I hope they realise it too," and my mood went back to being somber.

Please, I really hope I can return. I really hope that girl/witch/whatever she was told the truth and actually won't take long.

And please, let it be before the public/my parents find out. I'm not sure what the company would do but I can imagine mom crying before anything else and dad causing chaos in attempt to find me.

I wonder how the boys reacted. I'm pretty sure Heeseung would tell everyone to remain calm, but ironically be the most panicked. Sunghoon would–

"What's Jake like?" Jake interrupted my train of thought. "Am I still Australian?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his question, and it sparked curiosity in the other members about their alternate selves as well.

I noticed that they were mostly the same as my Enha, although not entirely identical. They have a few different traits, and based on what Mila told me, the way they treat their girlfriend is quite different as well.

Though what was undoubtedly clear to me was their love for Mila. They were so deeply in love with her, it's so endearing to see.

I'm so glad Mila got someone good.

Well... plural.

Yesterday was such an eventful day for me that I ended up sleeping in and didn't wake up until the commotion outside the room became too loud to ignore.

I could hear voices, but my mind struggled to process the words being said.

That was until I suddenly realised that there were way too many voices to be just eight.

Especially when some of those voices seem to be talking to themselves, like– why is Sunghoon asking and answering himself?

...

Oh!

I quickly sat up and waited for a moment before rushing out of the room.

There they are.

My seven men.

Home.

I could see them collectively sigh in relief at the sight of me.

Without a second thought, I raced to give them a massive hug.

I didn't know who I was aiming to hug first since I wasn't really thinking straight— I just wanted to be engulfed in a group hug, desperately hoping it was possible.

And it was. I found myself embracing the tallest two members, and the rest of the group wrapped their arms around us straight away. Just how we like our intimate group hugs.

Tears began to well up, and I just know that I'm gonna ugly cry any second now.

"Della," Sunoo's voice quivered, and that's when the ugly sobs started.

"Awww, Della," I felt a gentle hand caressing my hair. "Our baby."

"I- I missed y-you all so muchhh," I hiccuped. "Ho-howw did you find me?"

"We've told you so many times, Lala. No matter how lost you are, we'll always come and guide you home."

As it turns out, the girl who brought me here was Della from another dimension. She came from a world where she was extremely academically gifted and just got tired of her straining job and constant scrutiny. 

So she tried to create a universe-hopping device in secret, in hopes of having just a few moments to herself where she can try living someone else's life.

My universe just so happen to be the first one she successfully jumped to. She realised the potential chaos that could arise from two Dellas existing simultaneously, and had to find and transport me quick. She said we can take at least an hour to be in one universe with our alternate selves.

With a simple touch, she transported me to a reality that was the safest route. One where a Della no longer existed.

Her device was not advanced enough to find out how or what the other universe Dellas are doing yet, so when she found out that she landed in one where the Della was an idol...

Needless to say, she didn't need much convincing to bring me back ASAP.

What took a little longer was just her going back and tuning her failed attempts to be just like her current one, just so the boys can come fetch me.

Apparently they paid her a ton (IN US DOLLARS.), even though they were only borrowing and this whole grand gesture was totally not necessary.

I love them so fucking much. How can you fucking not?

Either they love me so much or they just wanna universe-hop. But I like to be a bit delusional.

"Thank you so much for everythingg!" I hugged Mila tightly. "I'm so sorry for this mess and for the has–"

"Aish– don't even mention it," Mila hugged me tighter. "I'm sorry you were transported but I'm so glad you landed here."

"I'm so glad to have met youu," I nuzzled her hair. "I wish we could see each other again after this."

"I hope so too! Oh my God– this will be our first and last time meeting!" I could feel Mila mirroring my nuzzle on my shoulder. "This is so sad! We can't even exchange contacts!"

"Take care of yourself, okay? And work hard so Enhypen can achieve more," I rubbed her back. "Good luck with your men too. I hope everything goes well."

"You too! You too! Let's both work hard so when we do see each other again, we'll be equally proud!" we pulled away from each other. "Do you wanna hug the guys? Like.. my guys?"

Uhh....

"I would buuut..." I turned my gaze to the scene behind Mila, prompting her to look in the same direction.

We learned that my Enha is the slightest bit more intimidating. It's not apparent in the stories we told each other (especially Mila's jealousy and teasing episodes– dear God, my Enha feels like primary school) but with Mila's Enha constantly fidgeting under my Enha's glares, I feel like the latter is just the tiniest bit more intimidating.

"Oh my God– what happened?" Mila giggled quietly at me.

"They're jealous because your men are basically them but in another dimension so they don't want no chances of... you know..." my English suddenly stopped working.

"Ahh– ahh!" thankfully Mila fully understood my point. "Am I just invisible to them? Like my guys' girlfriend is right here!"

"Don't worry about it though, they're just being cute," I smiled, making my way over to them. "Thank you for having me in your home, and I'm sorry for intruding. I hope you have a great rest-of-your-day-off," I said to Mila's Enha while wrapping my arms around my Jungwon.

"Don't mention it. Thank you for being friends with Mila. She looks really happy," Mila's Sunghoon spoke in behalf. "We hope you can meet each other again one day."

"Hopefully," I smiled wider at the sight of Mila hugging her Jungwon. "I'll see you guys around, too."

"We'll look forward to it," they all gave a polite smile, causing Mila to gasp and slap the second nearest one (Riki)'s shoulder.

"What do you mean you'll look forward to meeting her again?!" she playfully pouted. "I'm right here!"

"Sorry my love– we were just saying go–" the cute little exchange was interrupted by SmartDella reminding us of the time. "Well– we hope to see you one day– YOU ALL one day." 

"Likewise," my Jungwon squeezed my shoulder before looking at me. "Ready to go home, Lala?"

"Of course I am."

this last scene might be a bit rushed but oh welllll

plus i couldn’t focus on any of my assignments until THIS WAS FINISHED SO NOW i will sleep

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[zhouxiangs]

One last thing and then I'll never darken your doorway/ask box again, but I just need to get all this pent-up Way-related madness out of my system so I can put it all behind me and move on!

Inspired by your tags on the post compiling the mind control moments, I thought how this is a great example of confirmation bias and it's really fascinating how differently we interpret things depending on our predisposition to view someone/something a certain way: those ppl who view Way primarily as a manipulative, creepy, irredeemable antagonist (each to their own!) see him using his power on Babe in ep 9 when they're hugging as the sick cherry on top of a moulding cake - it's Babe's most vulnerable moment and Way can't help himself, he's at it yet again, the utter bastard.

Whereas in that same moment what I see - someone who views him primarily as a deeply fucked up, morally confused, painfully tragic disaster - is a man watching the person he loves most in the world (regardless of how we judge his feelings, that's certainly what Way believes) completely break down, sob in his arms, and feel utterly helpless in the face of that pain - unable to comfort him, to make it better, to make Babe stop hurting. He looks positively panicked. And that's partly because of his own lies and secrets and the general complications of their situation, but it's also because he's a trainwreck himself - he doesn't have the psychological toolkit necessary to provide Babe with the solace he needs. So he falls back on the only thing Tony's conditioned him to think he's good for - he feels powerless so he uses his power. It's all he has. It's all he can do. It's such a childlike reaction, it breaks my heart - often when a child encounters someone in distress, that's their exact reaction: stop crying! Don't be sad! They're bewildered, they're hurting now too, and they don't know what to do, they just know they don't like it, so they simply order you to feel better. It's coming from the same sort of place, it's just that Way happens to have the ability to make that order a reality! And maybe I'm grasping at straws, but I think it's important that all he actually uses his power to say is, effectively, 'dont cry, you'll always have me', which, as you pointed out, is a perfectly normal sentiment to express to an upset friend! And even then you can see his hesitancy in doing it. If he really was a terrible horrible no-good very bad boy, this would be the moment to take advantage of Babe, physically or emotionally. But he doesn't. Okay, so the bar is super low, but I don't care - I'm still claiming it as a win for Way's potential redemption!

and because it took me so long to reply to the others i actually got a third ask ijbol 

ANON DON’T LEAVE ME, my ask box is open for whenever you need to get all your pent-up way-related or pit babe in general madness out of your system, so feel free.

disclaimer i should have made earlier maybe: i didn’t know nut before pit babe, so i wasn’t influenced by him playing way in any way. don’t let my username fool you; i am a hot wheel omegaverse fan first and foremost and a nut supanut fan second.

i have to say i felt so proud as more eps came out and they kept making more and more obvious what was happening with way… because i clocked it in that first scene at the pool table, on second watch iirc. it took so much effort not to point it out to my friend when i watched the ep with her later that i had to shut up so i wouldn’t say anything lol i love when they do things like that hhh

i’m pretty sure that’s the moment i started paying more attention to way too, because he uses his powers on babe

to tell him something completely normal that anyone would just tell to their friends directly. and, to me, there’s only two ways to read his motives there: either he thinks he needs to use his powers to get through babe’s thick skull because he would not believe it otherwise, or he doesn’t believe in himself enough to think babe, his best friend, would actually listen to him and believe him. (arguably you could say he wants to make sure babe goes to him and no one else, which i don’t think is the case, but i will say it here just to be perfectly clear.) whichever his reasoning actually was it made my sad man alarm go off full blast. i didn’t have an opinion on him yet at that point, only found his reactions to the charlie situation funny, so that was my honest reaction without having any kind of preconceived notion or expectation from the character.

and then, as the story kept progressing, he kept using his powers for similar reasons.

yes he still mind-controlled babe in fucked up ways into believing he wasn’t worthy of love, but now, because he doesn’t already believe that anymore, the idea wouldn’t take. it would hurt babe’s feelings hearing his best friend say that, but it was honestly something he had believed at some point, and again way was trying to protect babe in the most misguided way possible.

and then of course there’s the scene in ep 7 after babe learns about charlie being another of tony’s children and i don’t know if you’ve watched it again after way’s reveal, but you can see his thoughts and feelings so clearly in his face. he’s feeling helpless in so many ways and he wants his friend to stop hurting so he knows the only think he knows that works and it’s so fucked up, because it doesn’t really do anything. he only gets babe to stop crying, which doesn’t make him stop hurting, only makes way stop seeing it, and i don’t think he puts that much thought into it, as you said it’s very clearly a childlike reaction, but it is so telling of way as a character and of his state of mind. not least of all because we’ve seen him comfort babe a lot more with things that are nothing compared to this, but here he doesn’t know what to say or do. so yeah, no notes.

you and me anon, you and me. i do think we’re getting a redemption arc, specially with pete’s whole thing toward way, but i’m cautiously not counting my eggs just yet. 

breaks my heart when people don’t stop to wonder why someone that from what we know has the sole mission of bringing babe back home to tony couldn’t have used his powers to either do just that back then or mind-controlling babe into thinking he was in love with him, and instead has spent the last 10 years next to him every day as his best friend. love by itself is neither good or bad, it simply is. 

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 4

Episode 11: Diamonds Are For Heather

~In the Man Cave~

"Emergency. Danger. Crisis. Peril. Doomsday. Calamity. Disaster. Catastrophe. Apocalypse." 

Well, that's a nice greeting from the supercomputer's automated voice, for any panicking boy. It had been a peaceful evening for Henry, Charlotte, Jasper, (y/n), everyone really; nothing eventful had happened, the hours after school had dragged on with no worrying or life-threatening screw-ups so they'd all gone to bed for the night when the time came, content that they'd wake up the next day. After all, why should anything bad happen after such a calm shift in the Man Cave?

Well, that had been the plan. Just as they'd drifted off, following the sandman to wherever he may take them, they were all awoken by a terrible, shrill beep, (y/n) bolting upright in bed to see the bed cold and empty to the left of her, plus the emergency beacon illuminating the walls scarlet, and the teens getting a beep on their watch/phones that only meant that they had to get to the Man Cave as soon as possible because shit was going down. 

So they did; upon seeing that her fiancé was gone, vanished, stolen or god knows what else, (y/n) had scrambled out of bed, yanked a blanket around her shoulders for "protection" and had bolted down the corridor, thinking that Ray had been abducted from their room and was being tortured or something. 

They had definitely settled in for sleep, or least, he had been there when she did. Plus, he never left their headquarters without saying so, but the alarm made everything seem blurry, she couldn't think straight, not when the monitors were flashing and her hero was nowhere to be found. 

Okay, no Schwoz, no Ray, Doomsday Protocol activated, what should she do?

Not a lot really, at least she didn't have to do any panicking alone. A few minutes into her pacing, muttering and slight heart attack, a tube dropped with a highly dishevelled Henry inside, the boy looking like he had run a marathon in his sleep as she cowered under her blanket at the sound of an intruder, but relaxed slightly when she recognised her friend. 

Okay, not being alone was good, Henry wasn't dead, also good, someone who could help her figure out what was wrong, extremely good. This was fine, she was fine, or she would be fine if she kept twisting her engagement ring like it could switch off her worry.

"Ray?! (y/n)?! Where's Ray?! You okay? Oh my god!" Henry asked rapidly and breathlessly, immediately trotting down from his tube pad to put his hands on the woman's shoulders as she tried to keep her heart beating steadily. Okay, he was guessing that she couldn't answer the first question judging by how pale she was and how, like him, she was confused, nervous and ready for bed, only to have been shaken by the sudden emergency.

"I don't know! I woke up and he was gone and he never goes without telling me and he's not answering my texts and I can't think of where he could be and I won't lie, I'm freaking out!!" (y/n) panted as her mouth ran itself, voicing every anxiety she had at the stress of being roused and plonked in an unnerving situation, one where the man she loved more than anything was missing, leaving her void of leadership and concerned about what could've happened to him. 

A villain, a weapon, Drex, goddamn muffins, anything could've stolen him and she wasn't sure if she could stomach the thought of him so helpless that he'd felt the need to activate their most serious distress signal.

"Okay, (y/n/n), just breathe, we're gonna find him and he's gonna be all right. We're gonna find out what's going on, 'kay?" He spoke to him in the calmest voice he could muster, a sharp contrast to how he actually felt, but he knew that if Ray really had been kidnapped or something, then leading the rescue would fall on them and since she knew the man better than anyone else, she needed to use that clever brain of hers and some superhero training. 

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right, he's fine, we'll find him. I'm fine, it's fine." She nodded, patting the hands that rest on her shoulders and pulling the blanket closer. Jeez, she normally didn't feel the cold, her pyjamas were thin and not what you'd call built for warmth, but she slept next to Ray every night, who was practically a walking furnace, so damn hot in every way that she found anything else too uncomfortable. Plus, it provided her with some reassurance that soon, he'd be back, safe and sound, his arms covering her bare ones, it was just a matter of seeing if they could seek him out.

"Yeah, so let's find him." Henry nodded, looking around the main room for any sign of where his boss could be. Nothing was amiss, the only change being the red, flashing lights everywhere and (y/n)'s wobbly bottom lip, so he figured that if he couldn't see Ray, then the guy might be able to hear him. "Ray?! Yo, Ray! Ray, where are you?"

"Raymond! Come on, where are you?!" The young woman joined in, figuring that two voices were better than one, but they got no reply unless the computer's words counted. Still no sign of their boss, but here came more help. That was something, at the very least.

"Henry! (y/n)!" Charlotte shrieked as she and Jasper came sprinting out of the elevator, also clad in pyjamas with messy hair and it looked like they'd run from their houses too. They never got many signals since they weren't superheroes, but some, a very small amount that was reserved for only the gravest emergencies, went through to their phones and it instilled fear in their hearts that something horrific was happening. 

"Charlotte, Jasper, thank god, you're here..." (y/n) breathed out when she turned to see them skidding across the tiles. Okay, two more of her friends were not dead, that was good too, more brainpower to help them figure this mess out. Or perhaps they'd received a message with more details, something to tell them where her dumb lover had disappeared to.

"Have you seen Ray?" Henry asked quickly once they'd stopped moving, his prayers echoing his friend's. It was unlikely but not impossible that Ray had told them rather than her where he was going and that they were there to deliver his instructions...wishful thinking, right?

"No, where is he?!" Charlotte shook her head frantically, making the boy and woman groan internally. Well, there was that hope dashed and honestly, (y/n) wished people would stop asking her that, including her own brain. It's not like she kept Ray on a leash or had a GPS microchip in his neck, even if the idea was sounding pretty useful round about now, she was the most important person in his life but she knew nothing, as stated many times.

"I don't know, I woke up and he was gone! No texts, no calls, nothing, just that stupid alarm!" She replied panic-stricken, angrily throwing her fist in the computer's direction. The sound was reverberating in her skull and getting really fucking annoying at this rate, she just needed to think but there were too many stimuli, too much distraction, too much going on...

"Well, he's gotta be around here somewhere!" Jasper proposed. He was the newest member of the team, but he wasn't as dumb as he looked. He knew as well as anyone that ever since the love muffin debacle, Ray never left the Man Cave on his own without telling somebody first and that somebody was nearly always (y/n).

"Ray! Are you there?" "Raymond!" "Ray! Ray!" "Ray!" They all yelled as they searched the main room, (y/n) and Charlotte checking the narrow corridor behind the tube pads, Henry looking through the sprocket to see if he had somehow been in his and (y/n)'s bedroom all along and Jasper, well, he was less helpful. The kid was obviously trying to be useful, although no one was too sure about how useful looking under a bean bag was, still, at least they could rule it out. He wasn't anywhere to be seen, not in the corridors, not in any rooms, no signs whatsoever...apart from the massive one of him just strolling through the hidden door.

"Who wants a snackkk!?" Ray cheered happily as they all fell silent and he turned off the Doomsday Protocol, the group staring at his stupid, smiling face like he was an alien. He wasn't dead, he wasn't injured, broken or kidnapped, he was perfectly fine, standing there looking all handsome with one of his favourite Hawaiian shirts on, plus a red apron that really accentuated his waist. 

Oh. My. God. He was cooking, the entire damn time, he was swanning around in the kitchen, making them panic as he baked whatever was under his silver cloche and he didn't even bother to wake up his sweet girl to let her know. Asshole.

"W-wha-what?" (y/n) asked shakily, her eyes wide as she took him, still perfectly dressed as he had been when she was nodding off. Okay, sure, he had been a little slow to undress but she'd just assumed that he was right behind her and had fallen asleep assuming that at some point, that dumb, ridiculously tight shirt would be in the laundry basket and he would be pulling her to his chest. But no, he'd sloped off and left her dream alone, panic alone and now, he was offering her a late-night nibble. Was he for real?

"Who wants a snackkk!?" Ray repeated cheerfully, looking at his girl with his brightest smile since he had no clue that he'd done something wrong. Aw, she looked so pretty in the white, flowery set he'd bought for her when they went to the mall, he could see her little belly button poking out and those soft thighs that lived around his waist, not to mention the way the set was complemented by the gleaming ring on her finger. His sweet, sweet girl, so beautiful with her fluffy blanket...so cute. 

"Dude!" Henry said in an outraged tone. His boss had done some pretty stupid stuff in the time he'd known him, he'd called him in the middle of the night plenty of times before, but never for something that sounded like they were in real trouble and he'd never had the nerve to freak out his fiancée either. He should've expected it, boy who cried wolf and all that, but any time could be a real emergency and they couldn't take that chance, no matter how much he wanted to strangle that grin off his face.

"No worries, I've got this." (y/n) moved her hand to stop Henry from stepping forward, slightly nodding at Jasper and Charlotte to let them know that they didn't need to do anything either. She floated down the few steps that separated her and Ray, the blanket fluttering around her as she walked until she was in front of him, her face free from any of the anger and frustration that had hardened from her worry. "Hey!"

"Hey, sweet girl!" Ray replied with a bright smile, not picking up on the sharpness of her tone or the hard look in her eyes. He was just so happy to see her after cooking his little creations on his own for a few hours; sure, the temptation of going to bed and snuggling in with her had been alluring, but his recipe had been so close to perfection, he just had to sneak off to the kitchens to iron out the last few wrinkles. She'd been so tired and he'd barely been gone a few hours, so he hadn't seen the harm.

"It's ten past twelve...AM!" She told her, jerkily grabbing Charlotte's wrist so the girl could show him the time on her PearPhone, which proved that it was all way past their bedtimes. He didn't seem to think it was significant, though.

"Yeah! You look so pretty tonight, baby..." Ray nodded along with whatever she said, too focused on how her tousled hair framed her face and the diamonds on her finger caught his eye, turning his brain to mush. 

His hands moved to brush under the blanket and settle on her waist, a definite sign that he was gonna pull her in for a kiss. He looked so smitten, so in love that their protests were bouncing off him and not having any effect at all, so (y/n) did the unthinkable, the downright, never seen before, absolutely insane, one thing she never did to Ray Manchester. She didn't let him kiss her.

"Why'd you send us all the Doomsday Signal?" Charlotte asked haughtily as she retracted her phone from the woman's grip. Eek, Ray's smile dropped a smidge when his girl caught his hands and pushed them back to his sides, the only things that were allowed to settle on her hips being her own in a pose that told him she wanted an answer for all the heartache she'd experienced, all the terror and panic from waking up with his side of the bed cold. She didn't like it any more than he did, she loved his kisses, craved them after thinking he was gone, but she was taking a stand, plus, a little saltiness was expected.

"'Cause I wanted to make sure you guys came over." He answered in a slightly more serious tone than before now that he had no sweet girl to hold. Had he done something wrong? She'd never flat out refused like that, never pushed him away, even when the situation had been what you might call less than appropriate for heaving petting and he wondered what the big deal was. Had he done the unthinkable? Had he made a move that wasn't wanted and offended her? Oh god...

"Dude!" Henry exclaimed again, not believing that his boss had been so dumb and unthinking. This really took the biscuit, he'd never done something this reckless before, had never made them panic like that before and it was strange to see a man in so much bother yet so clueless. Come on, his touchy girlfriend had not let him touch her, didn't that give him a clue. "What?"

"Dude!" He tried again, changing his tone of voice so it was more like "come on, no one can be this stupid", rather than, "are you fucking serious?". No one was happy, Charlotte was glaring, Jasper was grumpy, (y/n) preferred to have the blanket around her than her doofus and he was frowning, but Ray was still an idiot. Not a doofus, not this time, he was being a straight-up idiot. "Pff-yeah?"

"Dude!" Henry growled it one last time, hoping that it was third time lucky and his friend would finally get the message that they were all pissed off. He'd screwed up, he was the one who should've written a note, or, y'know, not used the Doomsday Signal for such a trivial thing and this time, Ray didn't like his tone of voice. His smile dropped and he pointed his finger at him as if Henry was in the wrong. Fucking cheek of the guy. "Hey."

"You told us that the Doomsday Signal was only for a major crisis." Henry reminded him, remembering his exact words very specifically. It was one of those moments where Ray was waltzing around like a strutting peacock, way back when he and (y/n) weren't dating and he still had to explain the rules. He'd wanted to impress her by sounding all authoritative and crap, so he'd puffed out his chest and acted all tough to make her swoon. It had worked, she kept sighing dreamily whenever his back was turned and as such, Henry couldn't forget it, neither could Charlotte. "Yeah, a life or death situation."

"Well, you are gonna die," Ray told them, not meaning it literally, but then again, he'd always had a flair for dramatics. The teens and woman clutched their chests in panic when he said it in such a way that sounded serious, making them think that he wasn't joining, right up until he whipped off the cloche and revealed his culinary creation. "Until you try my new recipe for...Captain Corndogs!"

"Captain...Corndogs?" Henry reiterated as he looked at the tiny sausages, all rolled in cornmeal batter and deep-fried and he wondered why his thirteen-year-old self had taken this job. It wasn't worth the stress sometimes, it really wasn't and they all seethed silently as he grinned at his little dogs. He had been making them for years, proud to say that they were really great but never quite right, up until now and he was certain that they couldn't taste better. "Yeah!"

"So you called them all here, made me wake up alone, scared shitless that you'd been kidnapped or murdered, just because you wanted us to try your new Captain Corndogs, even though I hate corndogs with a burning passion?" (y/n) asked with her arms folded, her eyebrow raised to signify her disbelief. She didn't know what was worse, that he'd contacted the kids with the signal or left her for some corndogs, knowing that if she'd have known he was cooking, she would've stayed up to help, even though she'd rather not eat them.

"Uh, yeah...sweet girl." Ray nodded slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed nervously at the sight of her miffed body language. Okay, when she put it like that, it didn't sound like such a clever idea and his heart skipped when he realised how he'd made her panicked, stressed out a girl who never needed her nervous personality to be triggered more than it already was with the job she had and if it wasn't for the belief that she'd pull away again, he would've reached out to embrace her. The doofus had done it again, let her down...

"This is not a life or death situation!" Charlotte snapped and went to sit down at the computer since her tiredness was beginning to catch up with her now that the adrenaline was declining, Jasper getting the feeling too so he flopped down onto the bean bag. (y/n) perched herself on the back of the couch, trying to not wrinkle her nose at the smell of the corndogs since her doof had worked so hard to make them tasty and as much as she was annoyed, she had to admit that he looked cute, handsome, hot, literally the most attractive man she'd ever met. And the dumbest one, but whatever.

"Yeah, it is. Seriously. It is." Henry argued calmly, smiling at his friend like he was perfectly all right, not mad at all, which was surprising, considering that he was extra tired from fighting crime all day. He turned away from the girl to look at his boss and the calm washed away as soon as he saw that oblivious grin and it was replaced with fury...and the need for revenge. "...Because I'm gonna kill him!"

Henry tackled Ray's waist as the man stood next to his girlfriend, an attempt to soothe the sting on his soul when she pouted and stared at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze. He just wanted cuddles, but she was stubborn and not ready to cave in to her need for them too, and Henry filled the wait as he tried to wrestle his much heavier, much more experienced boss to the ground so he could beat him to death or something. Not sure what his plan was considering that Ray was indestructible, the man chuckling at his attempts as they shuffled across the floor, Henry's arms grappling for a grip that would bring his opponent down.

The problem, though, was that Ray wasn't some two-bit villain, he was a highly experienced superhero and he took the rough-and-tumble fight as laddish banter, so he soon got Henry in a headlock as he squirmed and struggled to hurt him. He tightened his hold by pulling his wrist with his free hand, trapping the blood rushing to the kid's head until the pressure became too much and he tapped out, knowing that Kid Danger still had a long way to go until he could best Captain Man. "Okay, please let me go."

"Sure! Right after you try one of my steaming hot Captain Corndogs!" Ray exclaimed, not releasing Henry, rather, he shuffled forward a bit until he could pluck one of the mini sausages from their holder and bring it to his lips. Now, Henry wasn't in the mood for a midnight snack, he just wanted to be able to breathe again, not that Ray would just give up like that. 

"What? No, I don't wanna try that. Seriously, dude, I already ate, guys, guys, help—okay, okay, I'll try it." The boy's protests died when he saw that resistance was futile. It was easier to just get it over and done with, eat one, say it nice and then go home for a few hours sleep, leaving Ray to make up/out with his girl, so he let the man stick the corndog in his mouth, a frown etched into his forehead.

"There you go. Be a good sidekick." Ray smirked when he finally took it and only then did he let go. With (y/n), Charlotte and Jasper watching on with curious, confused expressions, Henry yanked the sausage off its stick, chewing what he thought would be a normal, fairly tasting snack, but oh no, he was dead wrong. The flavour that exploded in his mouth was like nothing he'd ever tried before, salty but not too salty, greasy but not sickeningly so and goddamn, that sausage was good. It tasted like real meat, not factory-processed crap and he was in love, which was really annoying considering that he was trying to be mad. "...Okay, give me another one."

"Ahhhh?" Ray smirked at Henry's reaction, glancing at his fiancée since she was the one he wanted to be impressed and he'd taken his place beside her again in the hopes that he could get one of her pretty smiles, but no dice. (y/n) was impressed, deep down she'd found the tackle funny, his headlock even funnier with a hint of manliness and knowing that he could cook was a huge turn on, but her hardheaded, stupid inner voice said that they were angry and that they had every right to be...but damn, he sure was adorkable.

"Oh my god! Jasper, Charlotte, (y/n), you guys gotta try these!" Henry groaned as he picked up two more dogs and rapidly shoved bites of each into his mouth so that his tastebuds didn't have to wait long before they had the taste sensation again. He wasn't one for inflating Ray's ego because he knew that his head was already huge, but dammit, they were fucking delicious.

"Ugh, if I try one, can I go home?" Charlotte groaned, having the same philosophy that Henry did twenty seconds earlier. Eat one, get it done, go home, that's what he'd thought, but look where that had gotten him. She nor her tastebuds knew what they were in for.

"Sure." Ray couldn't stop smirking, their belief that he couldn't prove them wrong making him smug since he knew that his Captain Corndogs were amazing, he'd been perfecting them for years, all his hard work accumulating into this one moment where he could floor anyone who doubted his word. The only thing that did ruffle his arrogant confidence was a cheek pillowing against his arm, which made him tense up for a second when he realised that his sweet girl was resting her head against him. She wasn't trying one, she didn't like them and with each passing second, her eyelids were getting heavier and he was like her personal pillow...

"Fine. I'll take one." Charlotte conceded and stomped forward to take a dog. (y/n) was weak, she couldn't resist the man's charms, but she was strong and certain that this was just a sausage dipped in cornmeal batter and deep-fried, nothing special, nothing amazing—oh, sweet lord, they tasted great. Dang it, Henry was right, that smug bastard had won again, her mouth feeling like it was in heaven as it complimented the taste before she could stop it. "Wow!"

"Well, I gotta try me one of these—" Jasper exclaimed as he stood up from his bean bag, inspired by the overwhelmingly positive reactions from his friends and he was too curious to know if they were as good as they said they were. However, the moment his spine straightened, the supercomputer began to beep loudly and the monitor flashed up that they had an emergency call coming in, probably something serious given the late hour.

"Emergency call... Now?" Henry muttered as all the noise shocked (y/n) back to reality, her body jumping back into consciousness and her head shot up from Ray's arm as she tried to assess her surroundings. Ray's arm instinctively went around her back to make sure that she didn't lose her balance and fall off the back of the couch and the warmth that seeped from his arm brought her clarity back, as well as a blush when she realised that she'd been snoozing on him and hadn't even realised it. Whoops.

"Jeez, pretty rude to call us after midnight," Ray stated as he popped a gumball, (y/n) reluctantly letting her bare feet hit the floor so she could shuffle over to a drawer to find her spare one. Her normal one was in her bedroom or the bathroom or the moon or somewhere that she'd remember after sleeping, but Schwoz, the little angel, kept her spare just in case and she rooted around to grab it as Ray failed to understand the hypocrisy of what he'd just said.

"Yeah, who'd be rude enough to call someone after midnight?" Charlotte asked sarcastically glaring at her boss as (y/n) found the tube at the back of the drawer and threw her head back so she could start chewing. Ugh, she hoped this was a quick, simple job, nothing that required too much energy 'cause she didn't have a lot left. She just wanted to crawl into bed, hopefully with her doofus this time, who wasn't really the bad guy in her eyes anymore, just a big hunk of hot stupid.

"Nearly gave me a heart attack, doofus." She muttered as she dragged her feet back over to him with a grumpy face. She chewed slowly, scrunching her nose up as she came to stand in front of the man, whose eyes softened at the news of just how worried she'd been, but she was always moody when she was tired and the dopey, barely-there smile on her face told him that she wasn't angry, at least not enough to warrant her sleeping in her old room that night. 

"Okay, Miss Grouchy Pants, no Captain Corndogs for you," Ray told her as he booped her nose, watching as it twitched afterwards like a rabbit's and he felt the urge to yank her into his arms so he could smother her face with kisses, affectionate gestures that he still craved, though he wasn't sure if he was gonna be getting any until the morning.

"I mean, I don't like them, so I don't care. Give them to those weirdos." (y/n) gestured limply to Charlotte and Jasper, who were making grabby hands for more of the delicious snack, ignoring her half-assed insult. She didn't think they were weird, well, maybe a bit for liking corndogs, but as long as she didn't have to eat them, she didn't care, it was just her sleep deprivation running her mouth, not her brain.

"Someone's tired..." Ray chuckled as he led her over to an open space where they could transform into their super-suits without any interruptions. She whined at the jostling and how he was so right, of course, he was, he knew her better than she did sometimes and he'd dealt with her mouth on more than one occasion when she just so happened to be tired, but one thing did surprise him.

"Meanie." Just before they blew their bubbles she stretched her neck and stood on her tiptoes to press a clumsy kiss to his lips, well, her aim was slightly off so it was more the corner of his mouth, heading for his chin, but the thought was there. He smiled as she dumped the blanket, acting as though she hadn't just improved his night by about ten billion per cent when she put kisses back on the "okay list" and ended the dispute between them. The words would come later, but for now, they were good. Tired, but good.

"You two need to go...not...be here." (y/n) told the teens once she was snugly into her super suit, the new sensation sharpening her mind enough to get her head in the game, even if her words weren't quite ready for action yet. Midnight was such an ugly hour, one that she was normally in bed for.

"Ready?" Henry mumbled to the couple as Ray guided his sleepy girl over once the non-superheroes were safely out of the camera's view. They didn't want their identities to be revealed to whoever was calling and they straightened up as he hit the button, Ray's hand settled in the small of her back now that he knew that she didn't find his touch repulsive or harmful.

"Ah, thank goodness. My name is Jerome Sanchez and I'm the Director of the Swellview Museum of Stools and Jewels." A bald-headed, glasses-wearing man greeted the heroes as the call connected. Well, he certainly looked like a museum director, he had that kooky air about him that suggested he loved art and all things on-trend, not to mention the lump of something wedged under his arm. It looked like a rock, but they had no way of telling and they didn't focus on it, mainly because he worked in a really weird place.

"Stools and Jewels?" Henry repeated, having never heard of that particular museum before. He'd heard of the regular museum, had visited it plenty of times as a kid, but why stools? Why jewels? What made them so fascinating that an entire building was dedicated to them? Jewels he could understand, stool, however, not so much.

"Yeah, they got the best collection of—" Ray started to explain that they had some pretty valuable stuff in the place and him being the city's superhero, he knew all about it, but Mr Sanchez didn't care for explanations, he seemed to be a bit of a hurry and dared to interrupt the great Captain Man.

"Stools and Jewels, yeah. Look, I need to hire you guys." The man said, hugging the rock thing to his body even harder and (y/n) could tell that something was up with him. He seemed nervous, protective of whatever he was holding and it must've been important if he needed three superheroes to come along and be guardians.

"Hire us for what exactly?" She asked, pushing the need to sleep to the back of her mind. Superheroes don't need sleep, at least that's what she told herself, and her mind would be fine, no negative, long-term effects but it didn't make it any easier. Hopefully, the man would inspire some energy into her, maybe he could give her some of his excitable nerves to shake her awake as the warmth of Ray's back behind her was really starting to seep in...

"To protect this!" Jerome thrust the rock thing towards the camera and suddenly, everything made sense, well, it did for the heroine, not so much for Ray and Henry. They weren't particularly clued up on national treasures or scientific marvels, so they just saw a shiny lump of stone, unlike (y/n), who recognised the lustrous sheen as that hunk of diamond that had arrived in the city a while back and she guessed that its value made it a target. Hell, if she was evil, she'd want to get her hands on it, even if it was in the rough.

"What am I looking at? It's looking like a white rock? Some sort of ice? Rock?—" "What's that? A rock? That's what they call it, a white rock—" The boys didn't get it though, they just mumbled about what it could be, not what it actually was. Their guesses ranged from ice to the shitty gravel people laid in the driveways, not even getting close to the dense, highly prized carbon that the stone actually was, and it really pissed the director off. 

"GUYS! This is the Neal Diamond." He told them, jogging their dusty memories. Right, that was the name and clearly, it was much more valuable than stupid ice, which made the boy feel pretty stupid. "Ohhhhhhh."

"Numskulls, it's the largest uncut diamond in the world, how did you not recognise it?" (y/n) looked back at them, taking a chip off the director's frustration since she proved that one of them knew the importance of what he was holding, even if her friends were stupid. Ray and Henry stumbled for an answer, acting as though they knew that, they were just testing her and Jerome, not that it convinced anyone.

"Yes, Miss Danger. It's on loan to our museum this week and someone just broke in and tried to steal it! That's why the cops are here, right now!" Mr Sanchez said, the lines cracking through his forehead suggesting that he was highly stressed and for good reason. His stool/jewel museum would surely close down if the world's largest uncut diamond got nicked under his watch and people were already making attempts. The police presence was making him nervous too, it just proved that his prize was in danger and so was his job.

"Oh...okay." "So what do you want?" Ugh, idiots. Henry and Ray still weren't on the same page as the man, even though it was pretty obvious that he needed some superhero muscle to come and look after his diamond. Swellview police weren't exactly the most intimidating force in the world, in fact, the criminals scared them rather than the other way around, unlike Captain Man and his sidekicks who scared them shitless.

"To hire you, Miss Danger and Kid Danger to come guard this incredible diamond!" Jerome exclaimed, shaking the roc just to emphasise his point. Seriously, he couldn't make it any clearer and Ray didn't like his pushy attitude or his flair for drama that echoed his own.

"Pfft, this guy's so dramatic." He grumbled, ensuring that his voice was low enough for the computer not to pick it up, but his sidekicks could still hear him clearly. (y/n) shivered at his voice rumbling in her ear and vibrating against her back, but she saw a tad of irony in his words, knowing that he was literally the biggest drama queen in the world. A case of the pot calling the kettle black, as it were. 

"I know, I know. Look, sir, have you tried locking the museum at night?" Henry asked condescendingly. Wow, like they hadn't thought of that, the museum staff weren't stupid, of course, they locked it up, but it didn't do anything to help, as proven by the man who jumped through a window and tackled Jerome just as the Kid Danger finished speaking. It was quite horrific to see him scream, the three recoiling from the screen as they watched the brawl and the desperate attempts from the thief to claw the Neal Diamond away and they realised the severity of the situation as several burly police officers came to drag him away. Okay, he needed help.

"You see? Did you see that maniac trying to steal the Neal Diamond?" Mr Sanchez panted once he was free from the madman, his rock still safe in his hands. Honestly, he could've used it as a weapon, the thing was pretty heavy and diamond is incredibly sturdy, it's not like it would break. 

"All right, yeah, we get it, you're sitting ducks." (y/n) conceded. They were convinced that he was struggling and that his story about people trying to steal it was true, but he wasn't one there. He needed them in his museum for the last few hours of the diamond being in his life, then all his worries would be over. "Look, we're only gonna have the diamond here one more day, so will you come guard it, please?"

"Just a second..." Ray told him as he wanted to discuss it with his sidekicks before he made any decisions. He had to think about them too and he wasn't gonna stand in the museum all day away from his best friend and sweet girl, so he valued their options. What they wanted to do, he was gonna do, which luckily, just so happened to be what he was planning on doing anyway.

"All right, I've, uh, spoken with my sidekicks and we'll come guard the Neal Diamond..." Ray reported once he'd done some whispering with Henry and (y/n), although the couple hadn't really spoken about the rock, more like he'd just whispered that she looked hot and she called him a dork in return. She'd do whatever he was gonna do and Henry was up for protecting the guy since that was in their job descriptions, but Ray being Ray, he'd slipped a term into the contract, something that would really irk the director. "Oh, thank you—"

"...If! You let me bring a bunch of my Captain Corndogs..." He added, making Jerome's relieved smile drop. Ew, that was greasy finger food, snacks that would get oil and crumbs all over his displays, his jewels, his stools! And what was Captain Man gonna be doing in regards to keeping the diamond safe if he was handing out these gross sausages? It sounded a little counterproductive and he didn't like it. "But I don't think—"

"...Which are like regular corndogs but they're appetiser size and they taste way, way better." He finished, unable to stop the little brag nor the victorious little smirk that grew on his face when Henry quickly agreed that they were amazing. Jeez, stroking his ego was dangerous and it made (y/n) roll her eyes because they were just corndogs, gross, icky corndogs...

"That's a matter of opinion." She muttered, feeling Ray's thumb stroke along the covered skin on her waist. Fine, whatever, she could watch the diamond whilst he was off feeding the masses, no problem, as long as she got to snuggle into his chest that night, she wouldn't complain...too much.

"And you have to say that it's okay for me to pass out my Captain Corndogs to anyone who comes to the museum." Ray placed the term on the table, his negotiating face on with no humour or laughter in sight. A favour for a favour, it seemed fair, and it wasn't like the corndogs would do loads of damage so Mr Sanchez was inclined to agree, but he never got the chance to say anything.

Before his lips could move, another man swung through a window and tackled him, probably an accomplice or copycat of the earlier thief and the director screamed as his grubby mitts swiped for the diamond. The police were hot on his tail, yanking the man away like they expected more criminals to come and try their luck, not that it made the experience any less traumatic for Jerome.

"So, we got a deal?" Ray asked once the director was free again, tired and dishevelled, but he wasn't hurt and he still had his diamond tucked under his arm, so he'd come out the other side fairly okay if a little pissed. He wasn't happy about the food in the museum and the idea of scrubbing greasy fingerprints off everything and sweeping the crumbs from the floor, but they couldn't go on like this, they needed Captain Man; his hands were tied. 

"Yes. Deal." Mr Sanchez growled curly and switched off the camera on his end since the hardheaded hero had annoyed him. His stone would be safe though, Ray, (y/n) and Henry would make sure of that, no criminal would dare to touch it...now, wasn't it time for bed?

"Boom!" "Woo!"  "Tired..." The three heroes exclaimed as they turned off the computer and walked away, two feeling much more chirpy than the third. It was all right for them, they liked Captain Corndogs, poor (y/n) didn't and she just wanted to crawl off to bed, their energy tiring her out even more. It wasn't over though, sure, Ray helped her shuffle over with his arm propping her up, but their intentions made her groan because they meant an extra half an hour before Ray would go to bed and she wasn't sleeping without him, not this time.

"All right, let's snack on some Captain Corndogs—" Henry smiled at his boss, eager to chow down on more of the fantastic nibbles until he couldn't move. The sight of Ray cooing at his sleepy girl made him grin too, the sight giving him the relief that they weren't gonna be fighting tomorrow, which was way worse than any of the love-mush stuff he normally had to endure. Her head was on his arm, her eyes were drooping closed and any minute now, he was certain that he'd just pick her up bridal style and take her to bed after just a quick snack...Or not?

The boys stopped when they came to the couch, their happiness shrivelling up when they saw the devastatingly empty plate that was resting on Jasper's tummy. Clearly, he and Charlotte had been the ones chowing down, crumbs covering their mouths and the dead giveaway that was numerous sticks on the boy's face. The greedy, little...they hadn't saved them one, not a single, goddamn corndog. Typical.

"There was...nothing I could do," Charlotte told them as they stared angrily at her and Jasper, mainly the latter since he was the one with a dozen sticks laying around him, but then again, every cloud has a silver lining and it was way too late for Ray to make a fresh batch, so...

"Can we go to bed now?" (y/n) asked her fiancé sleepily, rubbing her nose into the silky fabric that stretched over his muscles and upon hearing the sleep in her voice, he didn't have the heart to say no. Henry definitely wanted more snacks, would probably get on his knees and beg for them, but just the way his sweet girl clung to him, whimpered when someone said something too loudly and swayed from side to side, made him decide; he could go make more or he could go to bed with an angel, and the second option sounded like heaven.

"Sure, sweet girl. Let's go get some sleep." He mumbled, doing exactly what Henry had predicted and throwing an arm under her legs so she could curl against him as he lifted her. He'd take care of her uniform and the kids could do what they liked, crashed in the Man Cave or go home, it didn't matter. He was off to bed with his sleepy girl and he was gonna make damn sure that this time, he'd be there when she woke up.

~The next day, in the museum~

Well, tomorrow certainly brought clarity and soft apologies as the sun rose over Mount Swellview. Whilst still wrapped up in their blankets and each other's arms, Ray had apologised to his sweet girl for making her worry and she'd said it didn't matter, not when she knew that he was safe. It was water under the bridge and they'd gotten a good night's sleep, so there was no point in holding onto a grudge, not when the soft touches turned sinful and gentle kisses became rough and passionate, leading to a morning that definitely made up for the stress in the early hours.

It had set them up for a good day, at least that's what it was shaping up to be. After one or maybe two extra hours in bed, the couple had stumbled to the kitchen, laughing and throwing flour as Ray whipped up a dozen batches of his Captain Corndogs, hot and fresh for the masses they'd be greeting at the museum and truthfully, Ray wondered why he hadn't just done the same the night before. 

Cooking was a lot more fun when she was around to give him kisses from her place on the kitchen island, the granite countertop giving her the height to kiss him easily when he stood in between her legs and told her how pretty she was, how he'd won the lottery, how he'd never expected to find someone like her to spend the rest of his life with. (y/n) giggled and blushed at that, saying that she felt the same way, had never thought she'd be engaged to the bravest, sexiest superhero in the world, let alone watching him prance around the kitchen in nothing but an apron and a pair of plaid pyjama pants. 

The bliss didn't last though. As nice as it was to dance around the island as the corndogs fried, they had places to be and people to meet, plus, Henry was on his way, which left them no choice but to bundle away their happiness until it was just another sweet memory tucked into their hearts. They could always cook again and it's not like Ray didn't sit and wait to be fed when (y/n) baked cookies, so it wasn't over, just temporarily on hold, as it should be.

The museum was busy, really fucking busy considering that it displayed jewels, a fairly interesting collection of antiques, and stools, a certainly boring hoard of old rubbish. Anyway, plenty of people meant Ray had plenty of targets and he'd given his sidekicks a side quest as they protected the diamond; hold a tray of dumb corndogs and see if they could con any of the mugs into eating one. He was proud, Henry was just happy that they were more to eat, but (y/n), she didn't give a toss, she just let people pluck one if they were hungry, she just cared about the diamond.

"Hey there," Ray smirked at a couple as they viewed a particularly dull stool, admiring how it had been finished with a dark resin stain over its grain and he selected them to be his next customers. They looked all lovey-dovey, similar to himself and (y/n) and as such, he figured that they'd want a little snack, something they could feed each other because that's what he'd want to do with his girl if she actually liked his pride and joy sausages. "So...like that antique stool, huh?"

"..." The couple said nothing, just smiled and nodded like their tongues were tired, something Ray wasn't used to. He was a chatty guy and often, everyone wanted to get a chance to talk with Captain Man, y'know, because he was awesome, but these two were giving him nothing. "...Well, I see you two aren't much for conversation, so why don't you try one of my Captain Corndogs? Go on, go on...speechless."

They seemed to like the snack, munched on them happily as he ranted on and on about how good they were, wiggling the plate so they could take more and hopefully tell their friends about how clever he was. For Schwoz, Jasper and Charlotte, who were still back at HQ, it was annoying to hear him bragging, but they had an important job to do, so they could ignore it. They were three extra pairs of eyes and ears, plus, they had technology on their side to tell the heroes if anyone flagged up on their database, something that was sorely needed in the bustling crowd.

"So, we're seeing a live feed of what Ray, (y/n) and Henry are seeing right now?" Charlotte asked as Schwoz twiddled the controls on the supercomputer, doing some wizardry that was beyond her. It was cool that they could see what the supers could see, even if it was a little awkward when Ray and (y/n) started kissing, which was a lot, very frequent, seriously, they never stopped doing it. 

"Yeah. See, I installed teeny, little cameras into their masks, right here between their eyebowels." Schwoz explained in his funny little accent, gesturing to the gap between his eyebrows where the cameras were. They weren't noticeable, but they were extremely high-tech, capable of scanning whoever the heroes talked to and identifying whether they were a threat or not, so it really was a win for Schwoz and his brain.

"Now, I can zoom in on this lady Ray is talking to..." The genius mumbled as the monitor focused on the smiling woman, who was only looking pleasant because it was polite. They could guarantee that their boss was boring the pants off her.

"And this controls the facial recognition?" Charlotte asked. She was a lot more interested than Jasper, who was only there because of how important the mission was and because the store upstairs was dead with no customers, he didn't really understand what they were on about. "Yeah, try it!"

"Okay..." The girl leaned forward and pressed a button, which started the process of their algorithm sweeping over the woman's features. It was just a small, biometric security scanner, nothing too heavy, nothing too complicated, just a system that analysed someone's face down to the last millimetre, from their eyelashes to their Cupid's bow, if it picked up a criminal similarity, they knew they had to alert their friends. But luckily for this woman, she was squeaky clean. "Lauren Fillmore, no criminal history. Whoa, that's really cool technology."

"Yeah, I know this," Schwoz smirked as he leaned back into the chair. Okay, just because he designed most of it, didn't mean he got all the credit. The teens knew that (y/n) would have something to do with it, whether it was doing the math or some engineering, she would've helped, but for now, they let Schwoz have his moment as they continued to scan the area. 

"Okay, Captain Corny, you're boring them, let them go." (y/n) smiled at her doofus as she caught him droning on and on about how he'd had to figure out the correct cornmeal to sausage ratio to get his flavour balance right, but no one cared, especially not the couple he was talking to. Yeah, the corndogs were good, but they just wanted to view the exhibits, not stand around learning how good quality meat counts for everything.

"Hey, babe, I'm not boring them, they're—hey, where'd they go?" Ray's face instantly brightened as he turned to see his girl walking over, her tray of Captain Corndogs half full. Oh, goodie, people were eating them, that was great, her pretty face was drawing in the people, he'd be famous before he knew it, but the minute his sight left them, the couple took their chance and scarpered. He didn't think his recipe was dull, although when he turned around, there was no sight of them, gone before they could take another dog. Dammit.

"Told you, no one wants to hear about your corndogs, sweetheart. Just let them eat." The woman told him as she stood on tiptoe to give him a quick peck, a sight that was lovely for the teens watching through their mask cameras. They juggled their trays as he pressed a kiss to her cheek too, his free arm settling around her waist as they bantered back and forth, a well-deserved break after guarding and corndogging for a couple of hours.

"But they taste so good, sweet girl. So damn good..." He smirked at her, brandishing the mini snacks in her face so she'd get a waft of their deep-fried, carnivalesque scent. She wrinkled her nose at his movements, fully aware that he was trying to entice her into trying one because that's what he'd done for years; even when they were "just friends" and the recipe still wasn't perfect, he'd wanted her to try one, see if her tastebuds had matured since the last time he'd made them, but every time, she said no.

"I don't like corndogs, captain. You can put them under my nose as much as you want, but I'm not gonna eat one." (y/n) told him and pushed the tray away, knowing for certain that the texture, the taste, everything about them didn't agree with her. If it was anything else, she'd eat it and tell him that he was a hot chef, but she'd been down this road before and it had resulted in her spitting the offending sausage into a trash can.

"Just try one, for meeee?" Ray fluttered his eyelashes like it would crack her resolve and picked one dog from the tray so she could take a nibble, not that she was going to...probably. Darn, he looked cute and that melted her heart, it really did, he didn't butter up anyone else, none of the girls walking around, not even the hot mom and her son that she'd seen, she was the only one he could focus on and that made her feel special and soft.

"Look, if I eat one, will you watch a movie with me tonight? A really, really cheesy one that I've been saving for something like this?" Oooh, that was a tricky one. When she said cheesy, she didn't just mean a bit cringey, she meant full-on, make him groan, roll his eyes and want to die, the ultimate form of torture because she'd force him to keep paying attention. No matter how much he let his hands roam, no matter how filthy his whispers got, if he agreed to watch it, he was in for the duration and would be quizzed afterwards. But, the bargain was fair...

"For you, sweet girl, I'll do anything," Ray smirked and offered her the Captain Corndog, which she reluctantly took between two fingers as she met his playful gaze. She didn't think he'd take the bait, but she couldn't go back on her word and not when he seemed to get so excited as she eyed up the appetiser. He looked at her with so much love, it was like he'd hit his head.

"Are you flirting with me, Captain Man?" She asked him in a teasing voice, just to drag out the wait a little longer, give her mouth a chance to build up to the assault it was about to take. She could do this, it was just food made by her loving fiancé, but any chance for flirtatious banter was something she'd take, after all, they always made the most of finally being in the know.

"Finally, you noticed! Y'know, I've been trying to get you to notice a guy like me for, oh, eleven years, so whaddya say we run off and get marr—" The hero's eyes were playful as he pretended like they were still their dumb, oblivious younger selves, completely clueless to the fact that they were both flirting and showing affection like they were boyfriend and girlfriend. 

He still found it crazy that they'd been like that for so long, had allowed their hearts to pine but never said anything when if they had just been honest, everything would've been great, perfect even. What was even crazier was that he'd been dating her for over a year and was now engaged to spend the rest of his life with her, so much had happened and he regretted none of it, not a bit, they were in a good place and on the right track...but what he did regret was allowing Schwoz to natter in his ear; "Ray!"

"Argh!" The hero shrieked, spooking his fiancée and everyone around him when he threw his tray up in the air and clutched his ear, the volume of the genius shouting practically shattering his eardrum. Forgetting their banter instantly, (y/n) swiftly put her hands on his cheeks and ignored the weird looks they were getting, more concerned with her doofus and how he was seemingly in pain, although a quick hiss to the earpiece gave her an answer. "Schwoz, you nub! You interrupted me when I was flirting Miss Danger into eating a Captain Corndog!"

"It nearly worked too." The woman smirked when she looked at the corndog that had been dropped on the floor in her panic, meaning she definitely wasn't gonna eat it now. At least Ray didn't have to watch the movie now, considering that her end of the bargain was terminated, but still, he wouldn't get a chance like that again, he was so damn close to seeing her eat both a corndog and her words. She tapped her earpiece once, opening up the comlink between her and the Man Cave so she could hear what was happening too, feeling as though this was important.

"Ray, (y/n)! Do you see that girl Henry's flirting with?" Charlotte asked them hurriedly once she'd gotten Schwoz out of the way. He was just slowing stuff down and they needed to relay the worrying information to the heroes about the chick who'd taken Henry's eye off the ball because she was bad news. Real bad news.

"Yeah, what about her?" Ray asked, noticing the girl quickly since she was quite pretty and wearing a vibrant yellow jacket. She was no patch on his sweet girl, but he could see why the kid had singled her out; she was a tad older, blonde, blue-eyed, attractive and clearly quite sweet judging by how she giggled at what he was saying, so it was hard to see why they were so impatient to tell them about her. She looked harmless, right?

"She's a jewel thief!" The teen exclaimed, making the couple instantly stop routing for her and Henry to get together. Okay, looks could be deceiving 'cause she just looked like a standard, cute citizen, not the one they were fighting against, but maybe that was the point. Blend in and sneak past in plain sight, because who'd suspect the pretty one?

"Come again?" (y/n) gasped as she left her tray on a stool, which was probably artistic sacrilege but she had bigger things to worry about. The stool could be sponged down, the Neal Diamond was the thing they were really bothered about and she was shocked that the girl, who looked around her age, was there to take it. They could've been friends, she looked nice enough, but not anymore, her crimes sullied her good looks.

"Her name's Heather Bogart. She's been in prison, like, six times for stealing super expensive, rare jewels!" Charlotte explained as she flicked her eyes down the woman's criminal profile. It was there, clear as day, she must have been either a genius or an idiot because she'd been caught so many times, always reverting to her ways after being released, so there was no way that she was just there to take in the atmosphere. She had diamond eyes, they just knew it and they had to save Henry from helping her straight to it.

"Got it. We'll handle Heather." Ray growled in response and the team back at base fell silent. He nodded at his sweet girl, who was already cracking her knuckles and preparing for a fight. There were no soft touches now, no gentle hand guiding her across the room, no kisses on the cheek, no bright smiles. No, now wasn't the time for tenderness, now was the time for action and they were storming towards Heather as she flirted with their friend.

"So, you, uh, you want another Captain Corndog?" Henry asked the girl as he wiggled his tray around to make the corndogs wobble and he loved how his newfound crush giggled in response. She was so cute and everyone loved Kid Danger, the mask shrouded his true age, so he could get away with flirting with an older girl and my, oh my, she was lovely and so gosh darn dreamy. 

"How could I not?" Heather smiled and took the corndog from Henry's fingers when he offered it, but she never got to taste its deliciousness because Ray wouldn't let his cooking be enjoyed by a piece of filth like her. Raising his laser control, he zapped at the corndog and turned it into cinder because he'd rather see it reduced to ash than know it gave a criminal a few seconds of pleasure. She was everything his Captain Corndogs stood against, she didn't deserve that goodness.

"Captain Man, Miss Danger, what are you doing?!" Henry gasped as he turned around to see his boss glaring at Heather and (y/n) roughly pulled him away so she couldn't trick him and Ray put his arm in front of both of them as he kept the laser concentrated on the thief. Their gazes were piercing as Henry stuttered and floundered for an explanation; he had been getting his game on, he never did that when they flirted, he'd brought them together and they were ruining his chances of finding love now. Talk about ungratefulness, they were acting like crazy people.

"Stopping a jewel thief before she strikes again!" Ray snarled as he kept his sidekicks away from the scumbag, apprehensive as to what she might pull, a weapon, a move, some kind of trickery that only a burglar would have and he wasn't going to let her hurt his friend or his sweet girl. She was sneaky, straight up, no matter how innocent her "shocked" face appeared and he wasn't about to underestimate her.

"What? Dude? She's not a jewel thief!" Henry protested, thinking that they must've made a mistake because pretty girls can do no wrong and he didn't find it particularly fair that Ray was stopping him from flirting because he never did that to him. He just mildly groaned and averted his eyes when his friends were making out or doing gross couple stuff, so he hated that they were being hypocritical now, but Heather wasn't so secretive.

"Yes, I am." She stated bluntly, her smile disappearing since she knew that she couldn't fool Captain Man or escape Miss Danger's angry eyes. She was proud of what she did, not so much her jail time, but she made no secret of her profession, she stole jewels, they knew it, she knew, end of story. Henry was just lying to himself, fooled by her pretty face and those soft, blonde curls, but they weren't stupid and neither was his crush. "I mean, jeez, man, you don't just shoot a miniature corndog out of a girl's hand!"

"You do if she'd a nasty jewel thief, which she is!" (y/n) spat, trying to keep Henry away from the girl as Ray shielded her smaller frame and kept them both safe, but the kid wasn't having it. Even though they had proof, actual physical records of Heather being in prison, he couldn't see that they were telling the truth. "No, she's not!"

"Yes, I am," Heather repeated as Henry pushed past his friends and gave her a charming smile. Come on, how dumb was he? The girl was literally confessing to her identity, clearly confident and calm even as she faced the heroes and that raised (y/n)'s eyebrow, her sensing that she was planning something, but she couldn't tell what. Girl to girl, she could tell that she was up to something, there was no way that she'd turn up on the last day of the diamond being shown and not cause a scene, but she was mysterious and careful, too experienced to show her hand prematurely, despite that being exactly what she was doing. Hmmm, she didn't care if they knew who she was, she was showing her face, a power move...curious. 

"No, you're n—I'm sorry, say what? Sorry, you're a-a?" Henry stumbled when her words finally sank in. If Heather admitted to it, then how could he tell his friends off? The cold, calculating expression on her face told him that they were right and she was evil, but he couldn't believe it. She found his jokes funny, she'd smiled and giggled and flirted back, she'd led him on and now he felt so stupid.

"Heather Bogart, master jewel thief. How you doin'?" Heather smirked and offered her hand out for Henry to shake as though it was an honour to have such a title attached to her name. She'd done all the big jobs, she wore the crown and she'd probably stolen that too, but her cockiness was irritating and (y/n) was far too protective of Henry to just let his heart be broken and do nothing.

"Not being funny, love, but you've been arrested how many times? Can't call yourself a master if you get caught, sorry." The woman hissed and folded her arms as Ray kept his laser trained on that dumb yellow jacket. He didn't know if it was set to stun or not, but if she made one wrong move, he was gonna fire, in fact, he was tempted to squeeze the button for the ugly stare she gave his girl after she sassed her so well. Bitch.

"But you're so pretty..." Henry whimpered, staring at the thief like he'd been lied to, despite a person's prettiness and their occupation not having any correlation. She wasn't a model or anything and whilst her face helped her blindside a few people, him included, it wasn't essential for robbing places. Either way, he was stung by love yet again and he cursed the minute he gave her the Captain Corndog, which he could've enjoyed, not her.

"Forget about her, kid. She's rotten fruit." Ray growled. He knew the pain of being disappointed, he'd been led on by many girls in the past too, but he also knew that Henry had his special someone out there and they'd come along in time, just like his soulmate had, and Heather wasn't his. She was pretty, yeah, that was a bonus, the real thing that mattered was how special a girl could be, her personality, something that Ray had fallen for more than any appearance and Henry would learn that eventually. Sure, it wasn't nice right now, but he'd get over it and he'd find someone so much better than this yellow streak of bitchiness, time was a great healer.

"What?" He rather frowned at the insult, although it didn't really matter. Ray was probably going for some elaborate metaphor on how Henry had thought she was sweet and ripe for the taking but when he checked her out thoroughly, she was decayed, gross and gonna poison him, but he was never very articulate. Oh, well, whatever, swiftly moving on, he tucked his laser away, certain that if she tried anything his indestructibility would keep him safe whilst he cuffed her. "Quiet! Now, I'm taking you back to jail."

"No, you're not!" Heather spat and slapped Ray across the face when he tried to grab her arm, making him squeak and (y/n) see red. Okay, who did this bitch think she was? Some kind of tough girl? Some kind of "on Wednesdays, we wear yellow" chick? No one hit her fiancé and got away with it, because she knew damn well that he was too much of a gentleman to fight back. She, on the other hand, had no problems fighting back, she could take on a floozy any day of the week.

"Don't hit my boyfriend, bitch, or you and that knock-off purse of yours will be sitting ass-first in that trash can over there." (y/n) said lowly, careful to keep the new development in her and Ray's relationship a secret since they felt like it was private right now and they wanted to settle in before the world knew about Captain Man and Miss Danger saving the date. She circled the girl so she could go toe-to-toe with her, both of them glaring and sizing the other up for a fight, but Heather wasn't about to make such a foolish move. She knew that fighting Miss Danger now could be very stupid and she was all about making goody-two-shoes like her cry in the dust as she walked away with riches and glory. Her time would come and it wasn't like she'd done anything wrong.

"I got out of jail six weeks ago and now, I'm a free citizen and look, bitch. Here's my ticket for this museum in my knock-off purse, which means I have as much right to walk around here as anyone." She smirked when she produced the strip of red paper that granted her access to the building, fully paid for most legitimately. Oh, Miss Danger wasn't so clever now as she, her dumb boyfriend and her unflirty foetus of a friend glanced at the ticket before realising that she was right. Score one for the thief.

"Valid ticket, M-D," Henry told the woman as she wrinkled her nose. The ticket was turned around to show the officially, shiny sticker that proved it was real, not some counterfeit printed bullshit that she'd created to sneak in. Dammit, she was intelligent and knew her rights; it was true, she'd served her time fair and square and until she did something illegal, they could detain her, not even under suspicion of being a sly bitch, so letting it go was really fucking irritating and just what Heather wanted.

"Well, you can't have any more of my Captain Corndogs! I can tell you that." Ray snapped and took away Henry's platter so he could monitor his sausages, one arm safely around (y/n)'s waist too, just in case she punched. His heating was still thudding from how she'd jumped to his rescue and how despite him not needing it, she showed him the same protection he did to her. He didn't care if he was still her boyfriend in their professional lives, that would be announced soon enough, right now, he was just happy knowing that Ray Manchester was the happiest man on earth. Yeah, he picked right, she was so darn gorgeous and completely his.

"Cool with me. Y'know, I don't care if I can—" Right, that was convincing. The minute Ray brought the corndogs over and Heather got a smell of them, her mouth dribbled and she lost her train of thought. Okay, she hated Captain Man, but she had to admit, she loved his corndogs and had genuinely loved them when she was tricking Kid Danger, so the thought of not getting any more was heartbreaking, something that was clear to their inventor. "Oh, really?"

But Heather wasn't dumb, that had already been established and they really should've expected her tricks. She leaned forward on Captain Man, (y/n) growling at the hand she laid on his shoulder and she acted as though she wanted a corndog so bad, she was passing out for one. Ray faltered for a minute, wondering if something was wrong when her eyes rolled backwards and slid shut, but once he'd let his guard down, it was too late. Heather snatched a Captain Corndog before anyone could blink and took a victorious bite out of it as she stepped back and admired their scowls. Seriously, it was like taking candy from a baby.

"You see, that, kid? You see what kind of a jerk she is?" The hero snapped at his sidekick, who had been foolish enough to be blinded by her good looks as if that had never worked on him before. One soldier down, murdered by that woman and her heinous need for his fantastic cooking and he wanted to be pissed off at someone, not that the person who deserved his anger was Henry.

"All right, all right...y'know, I can't believe you're a jewel thief. You told me you were an Olympic gymnast!" The boy exclaimed, revealing the extent that the woman had gone to trick him and make her life a bit easier or just more fun. She hadn't expected Captain Man to be fooled for long, she knew that she'd butt heads with Miss Danger, but it was all too easy to fool Kid Danger when she smiled and laughed at his crap jokes, he was just a gullible kid, who saw her face and not her skills. "Yeah, I lied."

"Oh, lying too, huh?" Ray scoffed as his sweet girl gave Henry what comfort she could - a quick pat on the shoulder and some soft words to tell him that she wasn't worth getting upset over. It was like Ray had thought, better people were in his future, a girl who deserved to hear his corny jokes, bright smile and the fluttering of his tummy, someone who didn't lie and treat his feelings so carelessly. She was still furious, though, she still thought Heather was a bitch, that hadn't changed.

"Whatever, Heather. If you wanna walk around this museum, fine. You wanna look at some stools and, or jewels, go for it. But don't even think about trying to steal the Neal Diamond." (y/n) warned the woman, glancing at the lump of carbon that was still safely inside its glass cabinet, well-protected by the security protocols and locks that had been installed. She could cut them down, break their hearts and slap a fiancé, but that lump of ice was staying put and it wasn't gonna be stolen on their watch. "I won't."

"Good." "Gooood." Ray and Henry nodded at her cool response, glad to know that she knew when she was beaten, but they were dealing with a master, an experienced pincher and she was fully aware of her skills. Heather felt like she could have three superheroes sniffing around and poking their noses into her business, but she could still pull it off. It would be the heist of the century, stealing the world's largest uncut diamond under their watch and she was just the person who could, especially against these idiots. "I'm just gonna do it."

"Fine." "Whatever." "Hang on a minute, what did you say?" This time, Ray, Henry and (y/n) weren't so quick to dismiss the girl and whatever she was saying. Did they hear her right? Did she just confess to thinking about stealing the diamond to their faces? Nah, that would be madness, surely not...

"I'm gonna steal the Neal Diamond before the museum closes tonight and there's not one thing any of you can do to stop me." Heather proclaimed with a condescending smirk and just to add insult to injury, she took another bite from her stolen Captain Corndog, something that hurt more than her dramatic exit, flare-kick included, could ever do. That really ground Ray's gears, not only knowing that she thought she was so smart and they were dumb, but she was celebrating her mini-win with one of his corndogs. What a cow.

"I really don't like her." (y/n) huffed as she walked away with a sway to her hips and the corndog in the air as if she was parading it around like some spoil of war. She had lots of reasons; first, she was a thief, duh, two, she'd hit her doofus, third, she'd tricked her doofus, fourth, she made her doofus out to be a doofus and only she was allowed to do that, fifth, she'd won that battle and sixth, she'd gotten a cool move in at the end before she could bite back with some sass. She had a lot more, but she had to stay calm, otherwise, she risked dragging her out by her hair and stamping on the bridge of her nose until she choked on her own blood. And that would stain her boots.

"I really wanted her to be a gymnast." Henry sniffed, feeling her level of emotion but for him, the fury had broken into pain and hurt. What a shame, she was so pretty, they could've been so right for each other and she threw it all away for a lump of millions of years old carbon, would it love her as much as he could've done? Nah... Henry deserved so much better.

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So, what's the best way of guarding a diamond? Standing right next to it, of course. After Heather's proclamation that she was out to nab the Neal Diamond, Ray had made an executive decision, saying that he was relocating the distribution of Captain Corndogs to the space around the diamond, where it wouldn't leave their sight. He was stood on the right and (y/n) and Henry were on the left, two sidekicks equalling their boss.

Of course, it was a little sucky that with this plan, he had to be a whole metre away from his girl as she stood by Henry's side and not his, which left him glancing across to give her putty stares, but she just smiled and told him to give out his corndogs. Once they were gone, they could properly focus and it's not like Heather could sneak past without them noticing, yellow is the colour the eye sees the easiest, after all, so she stuck out like a sore thumb as she waltzed around, free to move and tease them as they stood guard. (y/n) wanted to stand next to her fiancé too, she'd love nothing more than to have him whisper in her ear and give him kisses at regular intervals, but they had a job to do and Miss Bogart herself was on the prowl. 

As she sauntered past, she made a faux-grab at the diamond, acting as though she was about to jump to grab it, and in doing so, she made them twitch into defensive positions to stop her. She played them so damn easily and cackled as walked away, loving how highly strung they were. This was too easy, they were getting too riled up and she was gonna make her move at any moment because they were watching so closely, knowing that she was gonna do something, but what? The first step to blinding someone is getting them to open their eyes...

They watched as she "admired" some jewels and stools, nothing grabbing her eye since it was all so boring and cheap, her real prize sitting behind glass. Ray and Henry slowly chewed their corndogs as they studied her every move, (y/n) still refusing to eat one, but then again, she wasn't sure if she could stomach it, and not just because of the taste. That bitch made her sick, thinking she was so much better than them.

"Ugh, look at her. What a bitch." She groaned as some unsuspecting, innocent dude caught her eye and began flirting with her. They couldn't tell what they were saying, but no doubt she was fooling the poor sucker and doing it to wind Henry up, flaunting that she rejected his advances after tricking him so cleverly. At least now that. They'd moved away from the cabinet to keep an eye on her, she could cosy up to Ray, but that was hardly the point...she was still gonna kiss him though, how could she not?

"Yeah. She makes me so—oh, oh, look at this guy. Probably gonna flirt with her like I did." Henry hissed when he saw the man smile politely at Heather and wait, oh come on, she was laughing at his jokes. He was older, not a bad-looker either, possibly more suited to her since they were a similar age, but he could've been a loser and Henry would still feel jealous. And it wasn't like he wanted to be, he wanted to hate her, he did, he strongly disliked her, but she was one who got away and laughed as she did, which just rubbed salt into his wounds. 

"Watch. Bet she's gonna tell him she's a gymnast too." Ray scoffed, backing his sidekick's anger all the way. He found that being honest with girls was the best way, well, that had worked with his girl. He'd just come straight out with it, didn't lie about his profession when they first met, he told her who he was the moment they swapped phone numbers, but then again, he had been hoping that Captain Man would impress her into loving Ray Manchester, which had sort of worked. (y/n) had always loved the real him more than any dazzling alter-egos. 

"Hey! Hey, yo! My man! Not a gymnast! So?" Well, that was subtle. Not wanting to see another guy fooled into a crush, Henry just straight-up called out to the man, pointed at heather and disputed everything she may or may not have said, not caring if he looked like a weirdo or not. (y/n) gave him a pointed look, fully aware that they were meant to be keeping a low, sophisticated profile since they didn't want to alert any incognito thieves to their presence or ruin their cool-cat reputation. Shouting just seemed so churlish, like they might as well have had "we catch thieves" written on their foreheads, ready for the burglars to trick them again.

"I might enter my Captain Corndogs recipe into a contest," Ray mentioned as he chewed and thought, a process that had sparked the birth of many of the world's greatest philosophies and cracked some of the hardest codes, but Ray's pondering never stretched that far, he just wanted to find fame written in the cornflour. (y/n) looked at him with an amused smile, shaking her head in amusement at how cute he was when he was proud, it almost made her want to try one, just to see if she could make him smile like that.

"What kind of contest would take tiny, deep-fried sausages on a stick?" She asked sceptically, acting as though she wasn't convinced, but deep down, she just wanted to keep seeing his happy, little face. Just because she wasn't a fan didn't mean she was gonna ruin his dreams, rather, she loved hearing about his dreams and ambitions, even if they were what some people might call simple.

"Y'know, like a—an appetiser recipe contest where the winner can win like a—like a boat or something cool. Like something you can impress your girlfriend with—" Ray theorised, dreaming up his ideal competition in his head. It would have to result in him winning, otherwise, what was the point? He'd need a cool prize too, 'cause again, there was no point winning for a voucher or coupon, he wanted to appear like a winner for his sweet girl so she'd swoon and look all hot on his shiny boat/ alternative prize. A boat would be nice though, a swimsuit, sunscreen making her glow, the light on her skin, oh, yeah, that was the dream.

"Okay, okay, hang on a second, I can't take this." Henry interrupted his fantasy as he continued to watch Heather flirt with that man, that poor, clueless man. She was touching his arm, flicking her hair about, throwing her head back to laugh at something that wasn't even that funny and he had to put a stop to it, for the greater good, not for himself, no way. That, and Ray could tell (y/n) about his contest but he didn't care, it was boring. No offence.

"Hey! Little shit..." (y/n) grumbled as the boy walked away with nothing further to say, leaving them speechless since he had just left when her doofus was talking about his big plans. Aw, his pouting face melted her heart and she'd do anything to make him smile again, something that he picked up on...

"I guess, no one likes my corndogs..." Ray laid it on thick, sniffling and fluttering his eyes like he was trying to flush away his tears, even though he didn't give a shit whether Henry went over to scold the thief or not, he just wanted to tempt his girl into sampling his mini sausages. Sure, it was sneaky and when his bottom lip trembled, it sealed the deal, (y/n) gasping softly when he lowered his face to stare at the floor and she couldn't bear to see him so downhearted after smiling for most of the afternoon. This was supposed to be a good day, not a crap one and if she had to push herself out there then she would.

"No, people like them, everyone's been saying they taste great. Don't cry, doofus...if I try one, will you feel better?" The woman scrambled to comfort him, not seeing the grin making his mouth wobble since she couldn't properly look at his face. Aw, she really was his sweet girl, so caring and it felt a bit mean to trick her like he was, but he'd never get a chance like this again and he'd been interrupted before so this was it, the final judge. With her approval, he really would have the balls to send it to a competition, because her opinion meant everything to him.

"Would you? For me?" He asked softly, looking down at her with an adorable face, childlike wonder emitting from every feature and she nodded slowly. It was good to try new things, right? And it was only small, nothing more than a mouthful, so it could be that bad and it was for her lover, the man who'd do anything for her, so she could eat the food he'd made to make him smile. No biggie.

"Yea, just one Captain Corndog, just this once." (y/n) nodded and took a deep breath as Ray passed her a stick, her brain telling her to run as if her cavewoman instincts had detected a food known to be bad and her body was rejecting it. Everyone else liked them so why wouldn't she? Ray's eyes were wide and hopeful as she slowly and reluctantly brought the sausage up to her mouth, the smell permeating up to her nose as she studied it. It looked...like a corndog, the food she avoided like the plague, but she wasn't going to judge it, it was just the outer layer, plus, Ray looked so cheerful now. Just one nibble, right on the end...

It tasted...not bad. True to her word, her teeth took the first two centimetres off of the corndog, slicing a chunk of battered sausage into her mouth, where it rested on her tongue for a minute. Okay, first impressions, she was getting that gross flavour of deep-fried, carnival crap and she thought for a second that her instincts were right, corndogs were no good. But then, as her teeth got into it, chewing it slowly and mellowing the flavour, it started to work, the sausage counteracting the batter in a complimentary way that wasn't the best thing she'd ever eaten, but at the same time, she could eat a few contently and not be sick, which was a huge step for her.

"Well? Pretty good, right?" Ray beamed as she went through the stages of analysis, each like a shadow passing over her face, from "ew" to "okay, this isn't so bad". She wasn't yacking or spitting it out, she wasn't smiling or raving either, but for the girl who'd swore she'd never eat a corndog until the day she died, he was happy. His sweet girl tolerated them and that was good enough.

"Eh, as a corndog hater, I can say that these are okay. You have earned this." She smiled in defeat as she got the rest of it over with and quickly ate the rest of the corndog, chewing quickly so she could give him her findings. And a kiss for surprising her. It was soft and gentle, a little longer than it should've been since they were meant to be watching out for jewel thieves but their eyes were closed as they got carried away. What was new? Oh, yeah, (y/n) was converted now, from a hater to a tolerator, that was something, but them kissing like they were the only ones in the room was not.

"Hey...Hey. Hey! Okay, please separate, you're grossing me out and making me feel lonely." Henry grimaced as he came back over from an unsuccessful attempt at luring the man away from Heather, who had been truthful for once and shockingly, he was okay with her criminal background. Bitch. What he didn't want to see after that romantic nosedive was his friend eating each other's faces, it was revolting and a staunch reminder that he was gonna die alone.

"Hey, what's your deal? Can't a man kiss his girlfriend?" Ray asked, frowning at Henry as he and his girl were forced to pull away, although she stayed in his embrace and refused to budge, not for love nor money. Come on, they'd been diligently standing by the rock for ages, not kissing, not holding hands, nothing and now that they could sneak a quick make out, he was bullying them. Dick, what had made him so touchy?

"You mean, fiancée?" (y/n) corrected him quietly, her eyes shining with happiness as the hand that would have the ring on it came up to brush down his cheek, making him grin too. Oh yeah, that. The proposal. The whole "rest of their lives together" thing, how could he forget? Well, it was pretty easy with her against his chest, one arm around her waist and the other still holding the corndog platter, but if that wasn't there, she'd be crushed in his hug, totally protected, totally loved by him as he basked in their promise.

"That thief, Heather, keeps saying she's gonna steal the diamond." Henry's statement broke them out of the loved-up haze and made their jaws clench. (y/n) angrily dropped her stick onto the plate and turned around to scowl at her again, her heart longing for more kisses, but a small corner of it longed for justice too and she knew her duty. Kisses were forever, a chance to kick that bitch's ass wasn't and there was no way that she was gonna let her get away with it.

"Oh, yeah? Well, good luck to her, 'cause I'm not taking my eyes off this baby!" Ray announced as they returned to the stations next to the exhibit, only this time, he was staring at it and not looking away. It was a tall order for him, paying attention to one thing for a long period, with his sweet girl so close too, and it was very difficult not to admire her instead, but he was gonna do it, nothing could break his resolve...nothing but a willing customer. 

"Hey, Captain Man, can I have a Captain Corndog?" A plucky young man asked tentatively as he approached the hero, pointing to his plate and try as he might, Ray couldn't ignore him. His public needed his delicious creations and he was only too happy to prove, much to (y/n) and Henry's frustration. 

"You sure can, buddy. In fact, thinking about entering the recipe in a contest. I like to make 'em wiggle like this, see that?" He smiled at the man as he jiggled the plate again, completely unfocused on the task they'd set out to do since the guy was stroking his ego and the diamond was just sitting there. What a doofus, things were already hectic and oh, look. Here came trouble...

"There they are! Hi Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger!" Oh, shit. It was Piper, sweet, little Piper, who through no fault of her own was adding more problems to their pile. They needed to focus, but here she was, bringing in the Man Fans and they were likely all really excited to see their favourite heroes out and about, stuff like that. It was the last thing they needed, a bunch of kids running around the place, but they couldn't be rude to their own fan club, the only thing they could do was smile, wave and be polite.

"Well, hello there!" "Hey, guys..." "Oh, hi..." They tried to be polite anyway. Henry felt a little awkward, he always did when his sister was around Kid Danger because of the risk that she might recognise him or his voice or his hair or something and then that would be the cherry on the already complicated cake, so he was quite timid. 

Ray was awkward too, finding their sudden, energetic appearance a little overwhelming since he knew about this brat and the shitstorm that often followed her and he had to remind himself not to mention the engagement, or god forbid, their secret would spread like wildfire before they'd had a chance to enjoy it. But (y/n), she was good, happy to see the girl since she knew that she loved them too much to get mean and well, having a fan club was always nice, but it seemed like that wasn't what they were there for. "Did we miss it?"

"Uh, miss—?" Henry frowned, wondering what his sister was on about since nothing had come and gone, or at least he hadn't seen anything. Good thing they had the sleuth known as Captain Man on the job, he always knew what was up. "Oh, must've heard about the Captain Corndogs..."

"Uh, you guys here about the corndogs?" (y/n) asked sceptically, aware that it was a bit far fetched to assume that the kids would trek halfway across town for a tidbit of a snack, but then again, this was the Man Fans they were dealing with, not some half-assed crew of delinquents. What Captain Man liked, they liked, what Captain Man said, they believed and if he was making corndogs, then they were gonna try them, that was the idea anyway.

"No! We're here to watch Heather Bogart try to steal the Neal Diamond!" Piper exclaimed in a voice that was way too happy for a theft. They were excited about a crime and they liked superheroes? Was that even allowed? That seemed so redundant and stupid, in more ways than one.

"Wait, wait, wait, how'd you know she's gonna try and steal it?" Henry asked since that was this thing that stood out to them. They had assumed that they were the only ones who knew about Heather's big plan, otherwise, security would've been tighter and they would have swarms of police officers circling the room with them, right? Ha, no, Swellview Police would never do any actual police work. Keep dreaming.

"She posted a video about it. Look." The girl said and swiped on her PearPad until she pulled up the right clip on the thief's Twitflash profile, which showed her directly next to the diamond's case, so close that her cheek was pressed against the cool glass. When did she do that and how? They had been so vigilant, well, apart from the kiss... "What's up?! I'm gonna steal the Neal Diamond!"

"Well, that was to the point." (y/n) remarked as they watched the three-second clip, but gave her message clearly. She must've been very sure of her skills to announce it to the world and it was annoying that they couldn't arrest her right now. It would've made sense, keep her under lock and key until the diamond was taken away and then, it wouldn't be their problem anymore, but there'd be the law to think about and her rights, so it wasn't worth it. Bitch.

"Hey, hey, look at that!" Charlotte nudged her companions as they sat in the Man Cave, watching carefully as Ray reassured his sidekicks that Heather was just playing mind games and they merely needed to focus. The girl was obviously paying attention to the monitors more than they were as she noticed something peculiar through (y/n)'s feed, something that seemed highly suspicious when she considered that Heather wasn't one for some casual chitchat.

"What? The screen?" Jasper asked as he swirled his soda. His brain had been idling for the last hour, nothing interesting happening to keep him sharp, but this would wake him up. Everything that thief did had some calculation behind it, she didn't do stuff for nothing, it was always either to cause pain, irritation or to aid her plan and this time, Charlotte suspected it was the latter. "Yeah, the screen."

"What do you see?" Schwoz asked as he ditched his popcorn bowl and sat up properly, zooming in on (y/n)'s mask cam so he could search for whatever Charlotte had noticed and then, he caught it, just as the heroine was no doubt giving her man goo-goo eyes. "Heather...talking to those photographers."

"Hey, look sharp, she's doing something." (y/n) muttered to the boys as Heather crossed the room like a model with a pipe up her butt, all snooty and full of herself, but her movement suggested action and they were unaware as to what their friends had spied in the background. They regrouped and formed a tight line across the cabinet so that no one could sneak past, but that was her plan at all.

Having received their instructions, Heather's bogus photographers shrugged on pairs of thick sunglasses and sprung their plan into action. Captain Man loves a photo op, he loved being the centre of attention and that's where they came in, to play on his weakness and strike him as he opened himself up, his sidekicks too. "Hey, guys. Can we get a couple of youfies?"

"Youfies?" Ray repeated, not sure what this new variety of selfie was since he was old and had better things to do with his life, like track down bad guys and fall deeper in love with his fiancée, but luckily, Henry was on hand to translate. "Pictures of us?"

"Yeah." The man grinned and that was all Ray need to hear. Pictures of him with his sweet girl and friend, all of them looking really cool? Yes please, he wanted that and as such, he immediately curled an arm around her waist to bi=ring her in, Henry rapidly standing by her side so they could get all their superheroness into one shot. A shot of coolness, a shot of heroism, a shot that wasn't what it seemed. Heather shrugged on her glasses too as they huddled in and showed off the Captain Corndogs, one, two, three and...disaster. 

"Argh!" The corndogs clattered to the floor as the flash went off, but it was no ordinary light. Everyone in the room who hadn't shielded their eyes felt their vision darker the moment the man pressed the button, which left them groaning and panting for air as they panicked. Hold up, they were blinking, their eyes were open but they couldn't see, everything was pitch black, literally one of the worst experiences a person could go through and it was happening to all of them, plus their heroes.

"My—My eyes, I can't see!" Henry exclaimed as his arms stretched out to feel around him, nudging into someone he assumed was (y/n), but had no way of telling. He was freaking out, she was freaking out, everyone was freaking out, well, everyone apart from Heather, who was perfectly fine, not blind at all. 

"Neither can I!" Ray yelped too as he stumbled around in the dark, trying to feel for his sweet girl, but he was just grabbing onto nothing since he was facing the room way. Oh, god, he couldn't see to protect her, he couldn't see to admire her face or her smile or anything, he was lost and for the first time, he had no idea what to do. Was it permanent? Please god, don't let it be permanent, he couldn't take not seeing her again, he couldn't bear the thought of getting so close to marrying her and having the sight of her in w bite dress taken away so cruelly, don't let it be forever. He could maybe deal with temporary, it was terrifying, but they could work something out, just not for the rest of their lives.

"Captain Man?! Where are you?" (y/n) screamed as she tried to blink it away, but it wouldn't work. Her stupid brain wasn't connecting the dots, she couldn't think of an explanation, all she could think about was finding Ray and not letting go. She took a few steps forward, grasping an arm that was soft, squishy and way too small to be her fiancé's, so she went in the opposite direction, assuming that the arm had belonged to Henry. Okay, he had been on the left of her, so go left, wherever left used to be, shit, was it that way? Or had she turned? Fuck...

"Over here, sweet girl. Over—gotcha!" Ray's hand waiter through the air as he looked for her too, their instincts aligning and telling them to latch onto the thing that kept them grounded in times of crisis and that so happened to be the other. His fingers brushed her face and halter a quick pat-down, he knew it was her; he knew that facial structure and those boobs anywhere, he'd found his girl. She grabbed his hand and held onto it as tightly as she could, scared that if they got separated, they'd never find each other again and she didn't like the sound of that. What was she gonna do if she never saw that dorky grin again? Would she never know the sight of him with a wedding band on his finger?

"What happened?" Henry asked as he continued to feel around, glad to know that the lovebirds were sticking together. This was bad, really, really bad, if they couldn't see, then the Neal Diamond was a sitting duck, ready for stealing and there was nothing they could do to stop it. That, and those two had waited way too long for their happily ever after and now, they'd never see it. 

"Oh, see, those photographers just blasted you and everyone in this room with hyper-gamma light, which means you won't be seeing anything for the next two hours." Heather spat as she looked at the struggling heroes and the idiots around the room, who had just so happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. God, she felt powerful, she'd reduced Captain Man and his dumb sidekicks to uselessness and now, she could just walk around, steal what she wanted and make her exit as cooly and as easily as she needed it to be. Bitch.

Sauntering over, she brushed past the hero and Miss Danger, ensuring that her shoulder bashed into the woman so she'd stumble and trip in Captain Man's arms. Ha, hearing her squeak was so hilarious, and it was even funnier seeing her punch at the air to try and get revenge. They still couldn't see, so she got to work; crouching next to the diamond's cabinet, she fixed her device onto the granite pedestal and began to program it so the lock would open for her. She wasn't the kind to get her hands dirty.

"Oh, yeah? Heather, Miss Danger, Kid Danger and I might not be able to see, but we can still punch!" Ray growled, thinking that he could punch even with no sight. He'd been doing it for years and he'd often argued that he could fight with his eyes closed, however, no that they were testing his theory, it proved to be a bit trickier. His punch zipped past (y/n)'s face, catching her cheek ever so slightly, just enough to sting, but the poor sucker who took the brute of Captain Man's strength was Henry. Oops. 

"Hey, kid! Sweet girl! I think I hit Heather or maybe one of her photographers! Kid? Sweet girl?" Ray exclaimed happily when he felt his fist collide with a small face and for a Monet, it felt like it could've belonged to a horrible jewel thief, but when he got no reply from Henry, he started to panic. Okay, he could feel his girl, she was rubbing her cheek, don't know why and why did Henry sound like he was in pain? 

"You hit me!" Henry groaned as they all found each other again, (y/n) patting along the boy's tunic and rubbing at her doofus's face. Yeah, there was the mask, she'd know that jawline anywhere and she was definitely touching Henry. They were together, that was positive, Henry's face was bruised, not so positive, but at least they hadn't been separated, that was the main thing.

"Attention from Captain Man! I cannot see!" "We cannot see a damn thing!" Ray and (y/n) shouted to the panicking people around the room. It was so difficult to try and locate the bad guys because they were filtered through the crowd of innocent civilians, so every rustle, every murmur, it could be evil or it could be good, they had no way of knowing. They had to do something to protect these people and help themselves, separate the good and the bad.

"So, if you're not a criminal, please stand back, while Kid Danger, Miss Danger and I locate the perpetrators and then—" Ray yelled, coming up with a pretty good plan to fight the bad guys, but they were still at a disadvantage. They couldn't see the photographers sneaking up on them, they didn't see them cracking their knuckles and swinging their fists until they felt it. Hard. They hit the boys first, Ray falling against some stools as Henry was flipped onto his back painfully and (y/n) wondered what had happened when she heard the scuffle and felt their presence leaving her side.

"Guys, what's happened? I can just see two black blobs—oh, wait, I see a fuzzy grey blob too..." (y/n) gasped as her eyesight adjusted to something and suddenly, the pitch-black wasn't everything she could see. There were some very vague shapes covered in what looked like TV static, but it was a big improvement from what she'd been seeing for the last few minutes. Huh, her eyes were getting better, unlike Henry and Ray's.

"(y/n), your eyes will heal quicker, thanks to your super-regeneration!" Schwoz yelled in her ear as they watched in horror from the Man Cave and she winced at his volume. Seriously, she was already blind, she didn't need to be deaf as well, but that was good news. It was certainly getting better, the black fading to grey but it was still worrying, especially now that she got the sense that their energies were circling her and she didn't have her hero to shield her and she was scared of what was coming next. "Yeah, and how long before I can see properly again?"

"I don't—" "Oh my god, what's happening?!" Schwoz was cut off as a shrill voice came from the left, a voice belonging to Piper as she skidded back into the room. She'd been in the gift shop with her friends and had returned to see utter chaos; Captain Man and Kid Danger on the ground, Miss Danger looking petrified and all the museum-goers looking lost, what had she missed? Hey, at least she could see, no one else could...

"Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger can't see!" The guy who'd asked for a corndog earlier said, he too unable to see. Ray and Henry clambered to get up, not ready to give up yet and they had to stop Heather and her henchmen, even without their eyes. Failure wasn't an option and even though they didn't know how they were gonna do it, they were gonna stop her, possibly with Piper's help. "And Heather's trying to steal the diamond..."

"Oh my god, Captain Man! To your left!" Piper shrieked as she saw a photographer pick up a red metal stool, one that looked like it could do a lot of damage and pain, and raise it above his head, intent on using it to beat Captain Man, but Piper and her sweet, clear eyesight, gave him a much-needed heads up. Reacting instantly, Ray punched to the left, jabbing the guy in the stomach before he could fight back and roughly threw him across the room by rocking onto his back and throwing him over and onto his ass. Jeez, Piper was doing well and Heather was getting antsy...

Henry, however, was struggling; with no one to spot the criminals for him, every punch he threw was dodged by the bald-headed guy, who then cruelly gave him a blow in return and caused him to fall gain strength one of the displays. Whoops, there went some of those precious jewels and antique stools. The same could be said for (y/n), who hadn't known which way to turn when she heard the sound of hands hitting faces, although she was soon entangled in the fight too when Ray's opponent snuck around him and kicked him in his back. The hero tripped forward, losing his balance due to the shove and he slammed into a soft body and took it down the floor with him as she knocked into another display. 

"Ow..." (y/n) groaned as she felt all of her fiancé's six-foot frame land on her, not to mention the cut glass stone digging into her back from the rough landing and Ray instantly tried to roll off her when he realised what had happened. Y'know, he liked it when the universe threw him on top of her, he'd never complain, except for in circumstances such as this one, where he couldn't see her smile and all he could hear was her gasp of pain. And that wasn't the only problem going down.

"Kid Danger, he's right in front of you! Get him!" Piper yelled to her brother, thinking that he would be able to hit or punch or do something and the uh would go down, but there was a slight hitch. Henry jumped forward to take the guy to the floor in a brawl, not realising that there was a jewel-laden dummy in front of him, one that felt like a man when he hugged it, so it was no wonder that he was tricked into early success. "I got him! I go—" It was painful to watch, too painful for Schwoz, Jasper and Charlotte 

"Henry!" "Behind you!" Jasper and Schwoz yelled as they picked up on what Piper was doing and figured that it would make sense if they could give some warnings too and thank god they did. Henry picked up a stool and began swinging it wildly in the rough direction of the guy he was battling, guided by what they were telling him. Meanwhile, Ray and (y/n) had managed to get back on their feet and were sort of working together to fight the other photographer and despite whacking each other a few times, they were able to get in some good hits. Feeling a brush of air move past her, (y/n) swung when she knew that it wasn't her doofus and landed a pretty good backhander on the guy's cheek, which made him fall into Ray's hands. Goodie. "Yes, right there! Get him!"

With the three in the Man Cave blabbing in their ears, shit was getting pretty complicated and unable to see, it was unlikely that they were gonna be able to knock out the henchmen any time soon, no matter how hard they kept punching. One thing did stand out though, in all the time they'd been fighting, they hadn't heard a peep from Heather, not a word, not a menacing cackle, nothing, which begged the question, what was she doing?

"Kid, sweet girl, where's Heather?" Ray asked as he pulled back from pummelling the man's face, the thought striking him since they had all been so preoccupied. The diamond was the prize and they had no clue if it was safe or not or if Heather had already legged it. 

"How would we have that information?!" Henry hissed as he kept swinging the stool at nothing. Honestly, Ray didn't think sometimes, they were just as blind as him and it's not like they were playing Marco Polo with the woman. They were blind, right?

"Wait, hang on, looking for a yellow blob..." (y/n) said as she stepped away from the fight and turned to see if she could see any golden hints through the dreary grey. It wasn't definitely fading more quickly now and she could just about make out some shapes, possibly some movements, but Heather was crouched and the yellow was hard to find, which was infuriating for Piper to watch. 

"Miss Danger! Captain Man! Kid Danger! I'm right by Heather, follow my voice!" She screamed as she yanked the woman's hand away from her lock-cracking device and tried to be as clear as possible. Right, okay, they could do that, just locate the yellow blob through her bratty tone and then started hitting the blob. Easy, right?

"Huh?—Argh!" Ray moaned in pain when he too stopped fighting for a moment, wondering why everyone was talking about blobs and shouting and confusing his already overheated brain, which meant that he got in the way of Henry and his stool-swinging. The wood splintered against his body, crumbled into nothing more than a pile of matchsticks as it hit his rock-solid body and he stumbled back from the pain, causing Henry to cringe. "Sorry!"

"Get away from me, kid!" "Don't get loud with me!" Yeah, Heather had definitely met her match when she tried to swat Piper away, the girl fighting back with just as much attitude as she received. As long as she kept her occupied, that was good, fantastic even, and it gave the heroes a chance to fight back or at least try to.

"You're about to get hit!" Schwoz warned Henry after the kid threw some speedy punches, but without his eye coordination, his hyper-motility wasn't gonna help. The warning came too late, the kid had needed a good few seconds to react and duck, but Schwoz gave him one. A fist hit his nose and he collapsed onto the floor in agony, making Piper squeal in horror as Heather grinned. Bitch, bitch, bitch! 

Ray wasn't doing any better either; his guy snuck up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder in such a gentle manner that for a moment, his brain thought that it was his sweet girl. It wasn't though, she was honing in on the yellow and pink blobs, the tap turned into a kick when the guy scissored his legs and landed a blow on the hero's chest, causing him to fall back against a shelving unit that really hurt his spine.

"What the?! My stools and jewels! What's going on?!" Oh, great, that's the last thing needed, old egghead Sanchez coming in and adding to their problems. Couldn't he wait until after the fight was over?

"Ah, Mr Sanchez, please, we have everything under control, so if you would like to wait in the next room, we'd be much obliged..." (y/n) panted as she felt a rough pair of hands shove her to the floor, possibly close the director's feet, she wasn't sure, but he seemed to get the message either way. 

Jerome ran off screaming when Ray was hurled to the floor again, this time landing close to his girl again but not directly on top of her. The guy was glad of their proximity, not because of how cute they were when their hands brushed and they smiled happily, but because it meant he could whack two birds with one stool and he lifted the wood above his head to beat the dumb superhero and his even dumber girlfriend whilst they were still down. Piper couldn't take that though, not when Captain Man and Miss Danger were couple goals and clearly trying their best, so she decided to give the guy a taste of his own medicine.

Grabbing a larger, grey and teal fur stool, she slammed it onto the man's back just as he broke his on the couple, causing Ray to groan in both pain and anger. His sweet, sweet girl, he could hear her whimper as her skin healed the cuts and bruises and he swore that the moment he could see again, he'd take great delight in bloodying that asshole's face, but Piper wasn't done. She retained two of the stool's legs and promptly used them to beat the second photographer's back, which gave Kid Danger enough time to wriggle out of his clutches regain his strength.

"Heather's about to steal the diamond!" Oh, shit, why were things never simple? In all the confusion, Heather's little device had found its lock combination and with an imitation thumbprint, she unlocked the cabinet as if she had the authority to do so, causing the Man Cave team to freak out as the cabinet opened widely. She took out the rock like it mystified her and the superheroes pushed the henchmen away now that Piper had knocked them out cold.

"Ah, she's got the diamond!" Piper squealed too, seeing the horror of the woman taking the diamond from behind its glass casing, but she Wasn't ashamed, she wasn't bashful, she was proud to have proved everyone wrong as she cradled the rock like it was a newborn baby. "Told ya I'd steal it."

"Hey, hey, hey! I found one of the photographer's cameras!" Henry exclaimed as Piper dashed over to try and wrestle the rock away from the thief and he just so happened to feel something oddly camera-shaped as they tried to stand up. That shocked Heather, who didn't like the sound of her enemies gaining her technology and Charlotte saw the opportunity that had been literally placed into his hands. "Henry, quick! Turn right and push the button!"

"Okay!" He gasped and scrambled to his feet as Piper pressed Heather to the floor, making sure that she couldn't move until he'd done whatever he needed to do. This was their chance to level the playing field and Ray was getting antsy, (y/n) too as she squeezed her eyes shut and threw her elbow over her eyes. "Push the button, kid!"

Light filled the room again, although this time, no one had been wearing glasses. The light affected everyone who hadn't been shielding their eyes, Piper, the henchman and luckily, Heather. They all squealed as their pupils took in the extreme brightness before everything faded to black and judging by their screams, it sounded like it had worked.

"Kid, I think you did it!" (y/n) exclaimed as she removed her elbow from her face and squinted around the room, seeing two fuzzy blobs shuffling along a grey background. A hand dipped under her arm to pull her to her feet and she smiled at the thought of Heather having worse eyesight than her, but they weren't exactly ready to fight either. Just because she could see blobs didn't mean the boys could and now it was all of them in the same boat, all of them fumbling blindly. "What do we do now?"

"We gotta get the diamond from her!" Ray told them, knowing that once it was out of her hands, she'd never find it again, but the tricky thing would be doing just that. (y/n) would have to be their eyes, their very bad, blurry eyes and guide them over because Piper was now useless too and Heather, well, she was shuffling away to make her escape. "Good luck finding me!"

"Hey, the yellow blob is moving!" (y/n) yelled and pointed, not that pointing was very helpful. She latched onto Ray and Henry's hands and began to drag them across the room, aiming for that wobbling, fuzzy woman as she poorly navigated the displays and struggled to find the exit. The heroine had been hoping that the boys would help her balance she moved them but proved to be more difficult than she had first anticipated when they felt Piper and assumed that she was the one she was leading them to. "Hey, hey, I got her!"

"No, it's me!" The girl yelled and shoved away their hands so they could grab onto Miss Danger and again, her figuring that it would probably be best if got out of the way so there could be no mixups. Rolling her eyes, (y/n) held their hands again as they resumed the search, her seeing the yellow blob wave wildly as she felt around the displays for anything that would tell her where she was. 

"Marco!" "Polo!" Yeah, that game wasn't gonna work if the boys played it together and it wasn't like Heather was gonna answer back anyway. She stepped forward, hoping that she was near the door but she didn't account for all the smashed chunks of stool on the floor, so when she slipped, it was a dead giveaway.

"The blob is right in front of us!" (y/n) exclaimed as she saw yellow directly in front of her and she knew that they had found their criminal. Ray grabbed the woman as she tripped on the dummy from earlier and Henry joined the struggle too, fighting to restrain her left arm so she couldn't run away. The kid wrestled the diamond from her arm as (y/n) took ahold of her too, meaning that he smashed a few vases along the way, but he yanked it free anyway and she was left sobbing in the hands of justice.

"Did you get it?" Ray asked hopefully as he heard the brawl and felt his girl's warmth seep into his arm, but he couldn't be sure that they'd recovered what they were after. He had Heather, that was all he knew and whilst that was good, knowing that she'd be going to jail, the diamond was what they had been hired to protect. "I got it!"

"Nice job, kid! Just don't lose it!" (y/n) told him firmly as she grappled with the thief and tried to keep her under control, but help came at the very last minute. 

"There! That's Heather Bogart, arrest her!" Mr Sanchez commanded two police officers as he stormed into the room, having called the cops the minute he'd run to safety. Oh yeah, they showed up the minute the fighting was over, but at least they took Heather away, kicking and screaming as Henry held the diamond in his arms and Jerome watched in pride and horror. His displays were ruined, his artefacts were broken, but the diamond was safe, all thanks to the heroes, not that he was feel very grateful.

"This isn't over! I'll be back and I'll get that diamond!" Heather screeched as she was dragged away, but she wasn't very intimidating, in fact, Ray, (y/n) and Henry couldn't be less afraid. They smirked in entirely the wrong direction as she was led away and for them, it was a job well done.

"Yeah, you lost! Bye-Bye!" "Keep talking if it makes you feel better, bitch!" "Yeah, all right, have fun in jail! You are not a gymnast!" They laughed at her moody face and how she actually thought that she could take down the great Captain Man and his sidekicks. She had literally taken away their sight and she'd still lost, off to spend her seventh time in jail and hopefully, this time, they'd throw the damn key away, so they weren't too worried. What they should've been worried about were the numerous ruined treasures that were cracked and broken around the room, not to mention their distraught owner.

"Do you three realise what you've done?!" Mr Sanchez cried as he looked around at all of his destroyed jewels and stools and you'd think that they could hear how upset he was, but they had no way of telling and no idea at the chaos around the room. They didn't know that things were ruined, they had done their job, no one had stolen the diamond and no one had said anything about keeping other stuff safe. They should have read the small print.

"Yeah. We saved the Neal Diamond." Ray smirked and put his hands on his hips, something which would've had his girl cooing and sighing at how hot he looked, how authoritative, but she couldn't see so she just went off his voice, choosing to simp over that Neal Diamond just picture his handsome face. Yeah, that was a nice image.

"Here you go, man." Henry smiled at the wall and offered the Neal Diamond out for Jerome to take and put under lock and key again until it was time for it to be taken to the next museum, but he should've waited until the director gave him some confirmation on his hold. Henry let the highly precious diamond slip through his fingers, assuming that it would safely drop into the man's hands so he could deal with it, but he wasn't expecting the boy to give it to him so soon. Sanchez watched in horror as the largest uncut diamond in the world hit the floor and shattered into a million little diamonds, which was odd, considering that diamonds are supposed to be the strongest naturally occurring material.

"Come on, Kid Danger, Miss Danger, let's go," Ray smirked as he ignored the crashing sound, preferring to focus on going home so he could snuggle up into his bed, safe with his sweet girl, where they could wait for the effect of the hyper-gamma light to wear off and then relax together, maybe watch that crappy movie if it meant he could see her again. Damn, he missed seeing her, her beauty, her laughing, her eyes filled with love. The boys moved to leave, each assuming that the exit was on opposite sides of the room and so, they each bumped into (y/n) when they tried to walk blin, squishing the woman in a superhero sandwich. 

"Hey, watch it!" She scolded them as they recoiled from her body and mumbled apologies for bumping into her. Right, so they were completely disoriented and the director wasn't gonna help, so they had to make a decision, which way to go, left or right. Each had an exit if they remembered, an adjoining corridor that would lead them out of the building so Schwoz could come and pick them up, but which was the best way? "Come on. Grab on and let's go this way."

"You're the boss, sweet girl," Ray smirked when his girl called the shot, trusting her word since she was much smarter than him and prettier and hotter and whatever, she could see, he couldn't. Well, she could see some streaks of bright light and some fuzzy cubes, that was the extent of it, but it was better than nothing and, well, she was his weakness, therefore, she kinda was the boss.

The hero led the way, guiding them forward as they connected their hands in a chain and shuffled in the rough direction that (y/n) had suggested, straight forward...maybe. Mr Sanchez nearly had another heart attack as Ray collided with another exhibit, the only one left standing that was displaying a beautiful necklace and a few other jewels, all damaged as the plinth toppled over and he trod on them blindly.

They made it out eventually, an hour later and very confused when (y/n) finally cracked open her eyes to see clearly. Her doofus was looking straight past her at the wall and Henry was staring at a mop, mainly because they were in a janitor's closet and definitely not the lobby like that had expected to be, give her strength. It was a relief to see them again, she never realised how nice seeing the world was and she silently thanked her ability for healing since it was that which enabled her to safely guide them outside where Schwoz was sat in the Man Van with a huge scowl on his face. He wasn't happy about being dragged out of their home but he'd be branded a liar if he said he wasn't happy to see them, safe, sound and okay, for the most part. 

Any damage would heal and Captain Man, Kid Danger and Miss Danger would live to fight another day. And watch a crap romcom once they were home safe and it would make him want to tear his hair out, but it was all worth it. Anything was if it meant he got to see his fiancée smile and smile she would. How could she not when he was the one making her happy?

[mangoposts]

OKAY im finally alone so TW for anyone reading this, i will be mentioning rape & knives/scars.

i'll try to make this short but the summer before i went into 10th grade, i had hung out w this guy and i really did just wanna hang out and go for a drive, but he thought i wanted to hook up. i definitely did not because i was a virgin and never done anything with a guy at all. he was a senior and a lot bigger than me and forced me into having sex w him, i kept saying no and stop and take me home but he just kept getting angrier and eventually held a knife to my like pubic bone? pelvis? just down there idk. so i caved. i hated every second and cried but i stopped fighting. i haven't had sex since then, im 20 years old now and i haven't even been fingered by a guy, never given or received head, and never given a handjob. and im honestly really embarrassed about it and wanna have sex with someone SO BADLY but im scared.

the main reason i'm scared isn't because i'm scared i'll be forced into it again, although that is absolutely in the back of my mind. i'm completely fine now and over the situation, but it does worry me that i could get overwhelmed and the guy im with wouldn't wanna stop. but my bigger fear which im 100x more embarrassed of, is what a guy is gonna think when he sees my pussy. now hear me out bc i know that sounds weird😭 but all throughout high school i always heard guys make comments about how ugly this girls pussy is or how gross this girls is and it terrified me. but now i'm even more scared because of what that guy did to me, he literally cut into my skin and left scars. what is a guy gonna think when he sees that? how am i supposed to explain all this? i just i have a lot of questions and concerns but i'm a fucking 20 year old "virgin" if i can even call myself that, i've technically had sex but i didn't want it so idk if i even count that as a body. i just have been panicking over this for forever and have no idea what to do, if you have any advice at all i'd really appreciate it so so much

- 🌙

Oh baby :-(. Im so sorry this happened to you. You were really young and you didn’t deserve that whatsoever, if you can feel it im giving you a hug thru the phone. Im so so so sorry and i hope that man is dead in a ditch somewhere 🤍

On the other hand, i promise you you have nothing to worry about at all. Im telling you rn and i know it sounds so corny and lame and everybody always says this but its true, the right person is not going to judge you for anything and im so Fr when i say that. Trust when i was in high school guys would say all kinda stupid shit like that about girls in the school and it never bothered me because i knew there was at least one person out there who wouldn’t care about anything other people would talk shit about, and i was right 🤷🏻‍♀️ There’s so many people out there who would find u beautiful the way u are and just because some guys in the past thought in that immature goofy ass way doesn’t mean every guy will you know what i mean?

Babe, my only advice for you is to stay the way you are, hang out w ur frennies and the right person is gon come trust. It’ll come when you aren’t looking for it or worrying about it, when you least expect it to be honest. What you went through was horrible and it might be the worlds way of saying you gotta give yourself time before exploring that area of your life yanno. There’s NOTHINGGG wrong with being a virgin at any age let alone 20. You’re still young and you have ur whole life ahead of you. Don’t worry about this, when it happens it’s gonna be fine you’ll see it

Thank you so much for trusting me to be vulnerable with, im sorry if im treating you too delicately im just speaking thru the soul rn 😭 And again im sorry this happened to you. Even if i dont know u i love u a lot and im proud of you for moving past the situation despite how hard it might’ve been

Also im sorry for taking awhile to get back to you, i just scrolled through my inbox and finally found this

[guckies]

i think you need to consider the fact that people aren’t being hypocritical here, but instead a lot weren’t here in the first few months of the server. they don’t know what those early egg relationships were like for many this is the first they’re seeing of them.

and second, a character hitting their child who they have an established relationship and boundaries with- who are capable of telling them to stop and have other trusted adults they can turn to if they need to- is very different than a character hitting their child that they’ve only had for a few days who isn’t aware that they have anywhere else they can go. that’s what at least what had made it cross the line for me.

i understand this is an issue that’s important to you but please realize that it’s also very important to a lot of us, and people have their own ways of dealing with it. telling people to not use specific words that describe how this mirrors real life situation just because it’s fiction might seem like the best thing to do for you, but for others that’s diminishing an important story to them.

At this point I feel like I’m repeating myself over this post. So this is a lot of words and the last time I’ll talk about Roier’s specific situation.

I’m not saying people are being hypocritical but rather that they need to judge the abuse all in the same sense and not just nitpick when there is a case of abuse right in there face (especially when their main povs have been guilty of it before). Plus in the examples I was talking about, I never talked about the relationships at the start, like Bobby and Roier, apart from mentioning the neglect cases. Cause the slime and Mariana’s stuff is still continuing with codeflippa, Richas’ stuff was wasn’t that long before the eggs went missing and Dapper’s stuff happened before the eggs went missing.

This is an important issue but I’m saying that the uproar about one physical abuse situation when other abuse situations that have happened were swept under the rug is really weird because it does mean some of y’all are basically picking and choosing when you want to talk about abuse especially those who don’t main Roier at all and have only just started talking about it because it’s one of the new eggs.

As well this is fiction and it can be an important plot point but looking for signs of abuse and throwing the word abuser for abusive actions is a bit wild. If we’re considering and holding others to the same standard when talking about abuse this would mean these people are also considered abusers:

BBH is an abuser for knowing and letting Dapper continue s/h with the vulture - neglect

Cellbit and Forever are abusers for emotionally disregarding their child by not listening to his wishes over paintings that cause him distress - Emotional

Codeflippa is an abuser to slime for the identity fraud of his dead daughter and emotional distress as a result of her leaving despite him panicking worried she’ll never come back. - emotional

Anyone who has neglected their child is an abuser (namely: Quackity, Maxo, Spreen, Wilbur and etc.) - neglect

Slime and Juannaflippa’s relationship plays a lot into slime’s past abuse that he doesn’t address - historical

Those first three are the most recent examples with the eggs which happen basically just before the disappeared(codeflippa is involved cause she basically sees herself as an egg yet hers happened during the egg disappearance).

If we wanna talk about abuse without the eggs involved then it would mean:

Bbh is an abuser for admitting to psychologically torturing his friends(red team) by hunting them down and killing them continuously in purgatory; and for disregarding and fighting about Foolish’s feelings when he messed with Leo’s room - physical and emotional

Aypierre and Maxo were in a toxic emotionally abusive relationship with each other. That Maxo found almost impossible to leave and never really felt free from until his death. - emotional and domestic

Elquackity is an abuser for basically everything he does to target and harm the islanders and their eggs. - physical and emotional

Cucurucho and the duck for the misinformation, isolation and keeping them on the island - Emotional and somewhat physical

(somewhat old) A manipulated Mike is an abuser for trying to kill Fit just because he thinks he will hurt Pac who was trying his best to tell him to stop while being somewhat isolated by Mike. - physical(fit) and emotional(pac)

(older example) Bbh and Aypierre are abusers for lying about disguising themselves and torturing Foolish to get information out of him all while playing as his friend- physical and a little bit emotional

(older example) Foolish is an abuser for emotionally manipulating Jaiden for like a day over the lie he told regarding the Tazercraft arrest -emotional

(older example) Mariana is an abuser for emotional manipulating Slime into having make up sex after every fight - domestic

Although some of them are older, I put the type of abuse they did and it doesn’t erase anything cause all of that still happened. Like that is so many cases of abuse that have been done by characters with (mostly)good mental wellbeing that aren’t ever talked about or considered by the fandom because they don’t look like what typical abuse is despite these characters doing abusive actions. So when you’re reading that do you hear how wild it is to call a person an abuser for every abusive action they do.

Also I never said that it was okay, I said these Minecraft things don’t always translate the same to the things they are comparing in irl, which is true. Especially when in minecraft they have easy access to deadly things that can kill, destroy and trap players in an instant. I mean these eggs still have access to “dragon magic”(creative mode) even if some don’t want to use it. Nothing on this server is normal, so comparing one case of minecraft rp physical abuse to irl physical abuse is a bit bonkers. Since it doesn’t translate with everything you’re comparing so you wouldn’t be able to judge it fairly to irl abuse.

Along with all this Pepito is aware of others on the server, we don’t know if these eggs are actually real and Roier isn’t actually being a proper parent. Roier is giving Pepito a lot of tough love and acting like the eldest sibling who has to take care of the younger siblings, which how he acts with most of the eggs. This isn’t to say some of the things he’s done to Pepito isn’t abusive but at least know the difference between some of the actions. Yes he has the responsibility of being a parent but he didn’t choose that and he’s wasn’t just gonna be selfish to the point were the kid will die because he doesn’t want to take care of the kid. So he’s gonna take care of the kid but if Pepito was really scared of him and didn’t want to be there then Pepito would run away cause Pepito has seen others and talked to them, do y’all not remember when everyone was talking to Pepito on the first day.

Plus there are so many things going on in Roier’s head to the point if this was an actual irl court case he could plead insanity due to the fact he doesn’t believe these eggs are real and cause of the emotional fight or flight response from when they were trying to kill eachother a week ago. It doesn’t excuse everything he is doing but when comparing it to irl he isn’t actually a full blown abuser.

Abuse is an important issue but my point is that you can’t just pick and choose when to start caring about abuse in the story especially when those with different main POVs who are speaking about the physical abuse never spoke on the abuse cases involving their main. Abuse needs to be treated with the same judgement across all accounts especially in a story like this.

[altinyns-multimedia-museblog]

Thanks for the tag @r4ch3lm0g4n ! My words are Beautiful, Careful, Insecure and Secure.

Beautiful:

Callista was crying. That stupid, psychotic uncle of hers actually hurt her. She clasps her hands over her chest and falls to her knees. It takes a lot for her to cry. Altinyn wipes away tears that aren't his own, and his heart hurts. He walks past Callista's room and hears her quietly sobbing. He walks in and rushes to her side. " Oh no! Why are you crying? " He wipes tears from her eyes. She struggles to look him in the eyes. He wasn't supposed to see her like this. He lifts her chin till her eyes meet his. She couldn’t say no to those gorgeous, innocent sky blue eyes. "I always knew I was ugly, but hearing it straight from him hurts more than I thought." He sighs apologetically. "You're not ugly. You're beautiful. Now stop crying, please." He answers and pleades. "Fair enough. "

Altinyn belongs to me, and Callista belongs to @r4ch3lm0g4n !

Careful:

Shadow hides behind a metal wall and reloads his gun. After reloading his gun, he prepares to leave, but someone stops him. It was his girlfriend, April. "Hey, Shadow. Promise me you'll be careful out there, will you?" Shadow pffts. "Aren't I always?" He smirks, looking cool after cocking his gun. She pulls him in for a kiss. They kiss for a minute before he pulls away. He walks out after replying. " Don't answer that, O'Neil. "

April O'Neil from Tmnt (2012) x Shadow the hedgehog is merely a crack ship me and @r4ch3lm0g4n came up with. It is shipped for pure merit, so please don't judge.

Insecure:

Sammy was hyperventilating in the middle of the battlefield. Volt was injured, and he was trying to fix him. He also had to keep shooting any villains that came close. He couldn't fail now. Everyone was counting on him for orders and a grand plan. His vision starts to blur as his breathing picks up. He hears his teammates over the comms. "What are our orders, Sammy?" Max asks. They all request orders, and he grasps his head, dizziness setting in. Lucy looks back at her unconscious leader and the second in command. She notices Sammy freaking out. She quickly clears her batch and rushes over. "What do you need me to do?" She quickly asks in a commanding tone. He stutters for an answer. "Um... y-you could..um..help me patch Volt up." He replies anxiously. "I didn't know that you were insecure. I'm sorry I never really noticed. You don't have to be insecure when I'm around. You don't have to think of and do everything as second in command. Leadership is also about delegation. If you need help, shift the position to me or anyone who has a plan or idea." She places a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "Now let's fix this mess."

Sammy, Lucy, Max, and Volt are Miniforce characters

Secure:

A bleeding Batte has a hand over his stab wound. A small woman helps him to a safe spot. He sits down and begins to fix himself up. "Are you sure that this place is safe?" He asks, a roll of long bandages in his mouth. He tears it off and begins to wrap it around the wound. The small woman seems to be panicking at his inquiry, finally understanding the weight of the situation. No one had ever been hurt bad enough to bleed before. Not the students, not the teachers, and certainly not Batte. He was her best friend, her crush, her love, and her nurse's aid. Batte realizes the scared look on her face as he prepares his weapons. The turtles were close. "You'll always be secure as long as you're with me." He winks and blushes while assuring the woman with a comforting hand on her shoulder. The woman blushes, eyes widened in surprise . "Now shall we prepare for round two, Eda?" He strikes a battle pose and a quip.She nods and does the same.

Your words are tragic, injustice, pain and sick

Tagging @selinascatnip , @sonic5567 ,@bonbon-slurpuff-vgc and @dewbyfan813 !

Find the Word Tag

Thank you for the tag @kaiusvnoir !!

My words are comfort, idle, close, and solid

Comfort:

She hated the way she melted into his touch. The way his warm skin on hers made her feel comfortable. Made her feel safe. When Red leaned back against the headboard, she followed, resting her head in the crook of his neck. His fingers found their way to her hair, brushing the damp strands that stuck awkwardly to her face behind her ear. 

Idle:

don't have one surprisingly

Close:

They kissed with such a fiery passion, that he could not think of words to describe it. When she finally pulled away, her lips curled into the softest of smiles, and her hands still gripping his coat collar like it was a lifeline, she whispered to him, so close that he could feel her breath on his skin, “I love you too.”

Solid:

don't have this one either. weird.

Tagging (with no pressure): @anyablackwood , @r4ch3lm0g4n , @alnaperera , @thearchangelwrites

your words are: Far, Water, Bad, and Wall

[starryhyuck]

sugar daddy galore! (m)

pairing: sugardaddy!jaemin + sub!reader + sugardaddy!jeno

words: 4k+

summary: you’ve been struggling with choosing the perfect sugar daddy for you. the two candidates, na jaemin and lee jeno, are both vying for your attention. however, you’ve failed to tell them that you’ve been fucking them both while also taking their money. oops.

genre: smut

warnings: double penetration, fingering, lots of creampies, way too many orgasms, daddy kink, pussy slapping, dirty talk, degradation, overstimulation, crying

thank you for 4.8k followers!

“Two sugar daddies? Are you serious, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes at the incredulity in Karina’s voice. “Relax. I’m in a trial and error stage. The app said that I could date around, figure out which one is best for me and settle in a few weeks.”

She blinks at you, eyes still wide with disbelief. You admit that although sugar daddies are uncommon, they’ve become more normalized nowadays. There are tons of apps that help sugar babies meet their potential sugar daddies, which appealed to your rough financial situation. You haven’t spoken to your parents in years and you’ve been putting yourself through college. While your friends were out drinking and having fun, you stayed home and tried to plan out your budgeting schedule for the next month or so.

It was miserable, and it landed you in front of Jeno and Jaemin.

“Well?” Karina asks, staring at you over the rim of her coffee cup. Karina has been the only friend of yours who you’ve told about your situation, mainly because you know she won’t judge you, she’ll just have a list of incoming questions. “Have you decided?”

You shrug. “Not really. I mean, Jaemin is so sweet and funny but-“ you huff.

“But what?” She prods.

“He’s just so, vanilla in bed,” you whine. “It’s really sweet how he checks in on me and makes sure I’m okay, but you know when you just want someone to manhandle you like a rag doll? Jeno does exactly that.”

She hums. “So, you have one guy who’s sweet and pretty, but boring in bed. Then, you have another guy who’s rough and dominant with you, but a little

more shy. Interesting pair.”

You narrow your eyes at her, ignoring the heated glare from a mother who scurries past your table with her children. You admit that a public coffee shop is probably not the most appropriate location for this conversation.

“What are you saying, Karina?”

She smiles mischievously. “I’m saying that you actually don’t have a problem at all. Look at it this way — if you find a way to bring them together, they can both provide exactly what you’re looking for. They balance each other out.”

You laugh at the idea. “I don’t know, they’re both super territorial. I doubt they could be in the same room without turning it into a competition.”

Karina smirks. “Isn’t that the fun part?”

—

“Thank you for tonight.”

Jaemin smiles at you adoringly as he walks you up to your apartment door. “It was my pleasure. I hope you had fun.”

“I did,” you assure, returning his grin. You stick your key into the lock, turning it slowly. “I hope we can do it again sometime soon.”

“Of course,” he beams at you. “Anytime.”

As you open the door, you hear a mix of jumbled voices. You didn’t know Karina was bringing anyone over tonight. As you move to wish Jaemin goodbye, she comes scurrying down the hallway, a panicked look in her eyes.

“What? Are you okay?” You immediately ask, alarmed by her behavior.

She smiles awkwardly at Jaemin and leans in to whisper to you. “Jeno’s here.”

“What?” You hiss, taken aback. Jeno never messaged you that he was coming to your apartment tonight.

“Is everything okay?” Jaemin asks worriedly, hand resting on your lower back.

Your mouth opens, your brain preparing an excuse as fast as it possibly can. The entire situation turns into fire garbage when Jeno comes strolling down the hallway, eyeing the proximity of you and Jaemin.

“Y/N, I was waiting for you. Sorry for inconveniencing you like this.”

“Uh-“ you murmur, Karina watching the whole situation with wide eyes.

“Love, who’s this?” Jaemin asks in your ear, protectively taking a step closer to you, his front hitting your back. Jeno’s fists clench at the action. Karina awkwardly grabs her jacket from the nearby closet and moves past you.

“Karina-“ you hiss, grabbing her arm.

“Your mess, you clean it up,” she replies. “Remember, you could always go with what I told you before.”

Her left eye drops in a subtle wink before she breezes past you and Jaemin. You’re left with the two sugar daddies the app connected to you, and you laugh to clear the tension.

“How about I make us all a drink?”

—

“You can do this, you can do this,” you whisper to yourself, hands struggling to pour the bottle of rum into three glasses.

You left Jeno and Jaemin in the living room, slightly panicking that your two sugar daddies have now met one another. It wasn’t that big of a deal, right? They both must know that you joined the app to explore and date around.

Everything’s fine.

You walk back into your living room with a smile on your face. Your heart plummets at the sight of them sitting on opposite ends of the couch, glaring at one another.

“I brought us drinks,” you smile, ignoring their questioning stares. You squeeze in between them on the couch, offering them each a glass.

After a few moments of silence, Jaemin speaks up.

“Love, are you going to explain?”

Jeno’s fingers tighten around his glass. “Yeah, baby. Care to explain?”

You blink twice, focusing on the television in front of you instead of staring at either of them. Jeno’s right hand settles on your thigh, and if you weren’t so frightened by the outcome of losing both of your sugar daddies tonight, you would be incredibly wet.

You figure out a place to start. “Well, you know how I met you through the sugar daddy app-“

“Yes, that much was clear,” Jeno says directly, eyes darkening as you squirm.

You clear your throat. “Yes, well, the app said it was encouraged for sugar babies to date around and see which sugar daddy fits best for them.”

Jaemin was a little more calm. “So, the entire time you’ve been seeing me, you’ve also been seeing Jeno?”

You keep your head down and nod.

“And you’ve been accepting money from both me and him?” Jeno asks.

You nod again.

“And you’ve been sleeping with the both of us?”

“And not telling either of us the entire time?”

You nod, your throat closing at the massive guilt building in your stomach. You quickly chug the entire glass of rum down your throat.

You can hear Jeno’s deep breaths from beside you, while Jaemin seems to be deep in thought.

Jeno is the first one to speak, and it’s nothing you expected.

“I want you to strip down to your underwear and wait for me in the bedroom.”

Your head darts up and you look over at him. You’ve seen Jeno like this only once before, and it was when you were roleplaying in bed. He always liked to pretend to be really angry with you so that he could fuck you harder. This time, however, the anger was real.

“But Jeno-“

“What did you call me?” He hisses, slamming his glass on your coffee table.

You gulp, not even daring to look at Jaemin’s reaction.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You awkwardly stand from the couch and shuffle over to your bedroom, closing the door quietly. Your heart is beating a mile a minute, afraid and slightly excited for what’s in store for you tonight. You don’t know if Jaemin will be joining or if Jeno plans to claim you as his own.

You follow Jeno’s instructions, stripping down to your underwear and sitting on the edge of your bed in anticipation. You can hear small mumbling outside but nothing clear. You only hope that they aren’t ensuing a fight.

Jaemin is the first one to enter, which surprises you. He smiles softly at you, still wearing his casual sweater and jeans from your date earlier. He approaches you on the bed, hands cupping your face gently.

“Hi, sweet girl. How are you?” He coos, fingers rubbing over your cheeks.

“I-I’m okay,” you reply shakily. “Is Jeno coming in?”

Jaemin nods. “He sure is. He’s very upset with you.”

“Are you upset with me?”

He frowns, tangling his hands in your hair to distract himself.

“I wish you had been honest with me.”

The door bursts open, Jeno walking through and glaring at you. You cower under his heavy gaze and Jaemin frowns.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” he hisses to Jeno, who switches his death stare from you to Jaemin. “We both know what we signed up to when we used the app.”

Jeno chuckles darkly. “I already dropped five-thousand on her tuition. Care to match that?”

Jaemin frowns. At most, he’s paid for expensive dinners and new lingerie he’s enjoyed seeing on you, but nothing near Jeno’s number.

You decide to speak up. “Daddy, I’m sorry-“

“Save it,” Jeno retorts. “Get in position.”

You ignore Jaemin’s worried glance, wishing you could tell him that you were completely over the moon with the current situation. You knew Jaemin — if he really had a problem with what was currently happening, he would already be out the door. Something is making him stay, and you hope this means that you can tell Karina she was an evil genius.

You eagerly get in the position that Jeno enjoys, head hitting your pillow as you prop your ass in the air, spreading your legs so Jeno can see the slick running down your thighs.

Jeno smirks and turns to Jaemin, whose eyes are as wide as saucers. “See? She’s just a little whore who needs commands to obey.” Jeno walks over to you, fingers digging into your cheeks so that you turn to face him, drool slipping from your mouth. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

You immediately nod to the best of your ability. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jeno smiles at your obedience. He shifts his focus back to Jaemin.

“Here’s what’s going to happen — I’m going to have full control of the situation tonight. I want you to give her two orgasms, exactly two. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Holy shit. The rest?

“You can do whatever vanilla shit you’ve already been doing with her before, I don’t really care. Once I’m in her ass though, I need you to fuck her cunt. Are we good?”

Silence hangs in the air and you close your eyes in humiliation. All the times Jaemin has taken you out and you’ve played the innocent college girl role for him, it’s all thrown out the window. Jeno knows who you really are in the bedroom, and he’s exposing it to your other sugar daddy for the very first time.

After a few more moments, Jeno speaks up again. “If none of this is working for you, feel free to leave. I have enough stamina to punish her on my own.”

Humiliation turns into arousal by Jeno’s words, and you feel your panties dampen at the thought of Jeno giving you a taste of your medicine all night long.

Jeno lets go of your face and you fall back into the mattress, but you know better than to raise your head to take a peek. You hear some shuffling and hushed whispers, too low for you to understand what’s being said. You sincerely hope that Jaemin doesn’t leave since he’s one of the sweetest guys you’ve ever been with.

The thought of apologizing to him the next day disappears when you feel two hands roam the expanse of your ass.

You hear a sigh. “This isn’t fair, love,” Jaemin mutters. “How many times has he seen you like this and I barely get a taste of you most days?”

His fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down as if he was teasing himself. You hear him grunt when the fabric sticks to your folds, and you can tell that your wetness has ruined another pair of panties.

“Fuck,” Jaemin curses. “Is she always like this?”

“With me, of course,” Jeno chuckles. “Don’t know about you, pretty boy.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jaemin bites back, ignoring Jeno’s laughter.

You can tell this is all new for Jaemin — a squeaky clean guy who’s been raised to take over his family’s company from the day he was born. He told you on your second date that he took etiquette classes when he was younger, which explained his actions both in and out of bed. The farthest you two have ever gone was casual missionary in your bedroom. Nothing beyond that, much to your dismay.

You yelp when you feel his fingers play gently with your folds, spreading them and watching as juices drop from your pretty cunt.

You can hear the frustration in Jeno’s voice. “Is this how you normally fuck her? No wonder she needed a second guy.”

“Fuck you, asshole. I actually want to make sure she’s okay.”

Jeno laughs again, moving to grab a fistful of hair in his hands and tugging. You squeal at the pain, back arching to meet his gaze. He smiles devilishly down at you.

“Open wide,” he instructs and you do as he says, opening your mouth to welcome two of his fingers sliding down your throat. You immediately choke at the intrusion but make no signals to stop him. His eyes drift upwards to lock with Jaemin’s. “See? She needs the push. She doesn’t look like she’s stopping me, does she, pretty boy?”

You can almost feel Jaemin’s raging anger behind you at Jeno continuously challenging him. His emotions cause a finger to slip inside of your pussy, making you moan around Jeno’s digits.

Jeno grunts. “That’s more like it.”

Almost as if Jeno’s given him a mission, Jaemin places one hand on your hip, focusing on making you crumble underneath him. You whimper when he inserts another finger, scissoring you and watching as you cry. Jeno retracts from your mouth, grinning as a string of spit follows after him.

“So fucking messy. Are you going to apologize?”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Sorry for what?”

“For making a mess.”

He hums in appreciation. Jaemin isn’t happy in the slightest bit that none of your attention is on him, even though he’s the one who is knuckles deep in your sloppy cunt. He tightens his grip on your hip and you squeak, knowing the pressure will leave a bruise.

When his fingers leave your pussy, you whine at the loss. The emptiness doesn’t last long as you hear the clang of his belt hit the floor. You ready yourself for the intrusion, and Jeno tugs at your hair again so that you lock eyes with him.

“Look at me,” he hisses. “Look at me when he’s fucking you.”

You comply with his orders, mouth opening in a silent gasp when Jaemin slides his cock inside your weeping pussy. Jeno leans over, spitting onto your awaiting tongue.

“Swallow.”

His spit travels down your throat, and you push your tongue out to prove it. He grins before looking up at Jaemin.

“Fuck her harder. Want to hear her scream.”

You nearly do when Jaemin thrusts into you harshly, so different from the caring Jaemin that always checks before he begins moving. Although Jeno knows how you really are in the bedroom, Jaemin is the one who’s memorized your body. He knows exactly how to get you to the edge, where that one spot is which causes you to go blind from the pleasure.

He finds it almost instantly, and you cry out, struggling to keep eye contact with Jeno. His fingers grip your cheeks tightly as he forces you to stare at him.

“Little fucking whore,” he chuckles. “So eager for anyone’s cock that you’ll rob two men of thousands of dollars, huh?”

You know better than to correct him of the situation, simply nodding and agreeing. You cry under his hold, Jaemin battering your pussy and driving you to the edge faster than he ever has before. Jeno smiles down at you through your orgasm, smirk planted on his face as you sob. Once the waves of pleasure have subsided, Jeno throws you down onto the mattress, fingers wrapping around your throat as you lifelessly lay on your back.

“One more, pretty boy,” he remarks to Jaemin. “One more and then she’s mine.”

You can’t see Jaemin’s reaction to Jeno’s words anymore, eyes blearily blinking up at the ceiling. Jeno knows exactly how tight his grip is on your throat, and he’ll only make it tighter if you disobey. You recall passing out once because you couldn’t breathe, and you woke up to Jeno fucking you roughly into the mattress.

Jaemin makes it a mission to prove that he can fuck you just as good as Jeno can. You gasp when a harsh slap lands on your pussy, your legs still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. Jaemin hits you another two times, your clit ready to explode at the connection. Before you can recover, he pushes back into you. You scream, your body crying from the overstimulation.

Jeno keeps a hand wrapped around your throat, watching as you sob loudly. You can tell Jaemin is a little softer than before, and you know he’s resisting the urge to check on you and make sure you’re okay.

“Harder,” Jeno growls at him. “It’s not good if she can still think.”

You gasp when Jaemin does exactly as Jeno says, thrusting into you harder and finding your sweet spot once more. Drool drips from the side of your lips while Jaemin continues to plow into you.

When he can feel your orgasm approaching, Jeno tightens his grip on your throat, nearly cutting off your source of oxygen. The combined feeling of Jeno choking you and Jaemin railing into you has your orgasm hitting you like a truck.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, losing your vision for a few seconds as your body spasms and jolts. You cry and cry, your pleas for help being heard by no one.

When you come to, you realize you’ve squirted all over the sheets and Jaemin’s upper half. You also realize that Jaemin emptied himself inside of you, ropes of cum warming your pussy.

“Not bad, pretty boy,” Jeno chuckles. “Now, move aside. It’s my turn now.”

As Jaemin and Jeno are switching places, you blubber to the both of them.

“I’m so sorry, D-Daddy. Please f-forgive m-me. Please, Daddy. I w-won’t be mean again, I’m sorry,” you beg, knowing that Jeno will be anything but gentle with you.

“Aw, that’s cute, baby,” Jeno smirks, undressing slowly and watching you. “You think a simple apology will make up for what you did to us.”

You blink when Jeno grips his base, fingers slowly stroking up and down his cock. Red and leaking heavily from the tip, you can tell how mad Jeno is with you just by looking at the state of his heavy length. You feel Jaemin push back some strands of hair away from your face.

Just like you predicted, Jeno uses you in whatever way he wants. You’re just a doll for him to use, cock splitting you in half with the force of his thrusts. While he fucks you until your body is screaming for him to stop, Jaemin stares down at you curiously, fingers running over your cheek gently.

You can’t seem to shut up. Whether it be moaning, whining, crying or just babbling incoherent noises, you complete all of the above as Jeno fucks you.

“D-Daddy, so g-good- your cock is so g-good- so big, daddy- you fill me up s-s-so well- want you to fuck me everyday, daddy, please-“

Jeno laughs sinisterly at your endless stream of consciousness.

“God, you’re such a filthy slut,” he growls, hips snapping into yours harder.

You reach another orgasm in the blink of an eye, body completely giving up on you. You allow Jeno to manhandle you again, pushing you back in position with your ass in the air and face shoved into the mattress. He nearly folds you in half when he begins thrusting again, the sound of his thighs slapping yours growing even louder as Jaemin’s cum leaks from your cunt. It’s a sticky mess, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jeno fucks you until you’re absolutely begging for him to show you mercy. You’ve already had another two orgasms, and you know the next one will completely break you. Jeno can sense this as well, sliding out of you and motioning to Jaemin.

“Your turn. Hold her up and fuck her cunt.”

Jaemin doesn’t put up a fight this time, eager to feel you wrapped around him again. His cock stands tall as he lifts you, wrapping his arms around your upper body and holding you up. This new position gives both him and Jeno the opportunity to fuck you simultaneously.

Jeno and you have done anal many times before, and he’s bought you an endless amount of butt plugs to play with while he abuses your pussy. You’ve never had two cocks at the same time before, however.

You don’t have time to ponder over the logistics, eyes blinking open and shut as you teeter on the brink of exhaustion. You hear the opening of a lube bottle and Jaemin’s gentle voice in your ears.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, aligning his cock to your entrance. You weep when he presses himself inside your heat again. He builds up a slow pace before you feel Jeno at your back. His fingers circle your rim, coating it with lube and making you shudder.

“Now, be a good girl and take both of our cocks,” Jeno hisses at you. You obey, wrapping your arms around Jaemin’s neck and pushing your ass out to let Jeno enter your other hole.

When the tip of his cock prods at your entrance, you take a deep breath. Luckily, Jeno isn’t ruthless, knowing it’s your first time taking something so massive in your ass. He slowly pushes in while Jaemin thrusts gently in your cunt.

Once Jeno bottoms out, you cum again from the feeling of having two cocks buried inside of you. You let them have their way with you, both of them finding an unspoken rhythm. Every time Jaemin enters your cunt, Jeno pushes out of your other entrance and vice versa. They continue like this, the air filled with heavy grunts and shameless whimpers.

You start blacking out every few seconds, your body filled with pleasure and begging you to slow down. The two men you’re sandwiched in between don’t give you the opportunity.

“Please,” you whisper, breathless. “Please.”

Jaemin is the first to relieve himself, shooting more of his cum inside of you. It drips out of your crying pussy, falling onto the sheets. He quickly withdraws from you, collapsing on the mattress in exhaustion. His withdrawal allows Jeno to grip your hips hard, thrusting deep into you until you can barely hold yourself up.

“I wish you could see yourself,” he chuckles into your ear. “See how desperate you look with two cocks fucking you. I wonder what everyone would think of you, selling yourself out for money. Perfect little princess likes to get fucked by her two sugar daddies.”

You don’t even know how many orgasms you’ve had at this point, and whether or not another one is incoming. The pleasure is too strong and unrecognizable.

Jeno reaches his high after a few more minutes of stretching you. You clench around him when his cum fills your ass, making you feel completely full with both his and Jaemin’s cum.

The three of you collapse in a heap of desperate breaths and utter exhaustion. You feel yourself drifting to sleep when Jaemin speaks up.

“You should show me how to do that.”

Jeno laughs. “Do what?”

“Fuck her until she can’t think. I actually enjoyed seeing her so fucked up like that.”

“Welcome to the club. I’ll show you before she wakes up again. She loves waking up to you fucking her, trust me.”

You’re not even afraid for what’s to come when your eyes open again, but you know it can’t be good.

Your two sugar daddies are here to stay and completely ruin you.

[kaveuh]

Hi, your izumi comforting s/o after a toxic relationship was so neat, so may I ask for kaoru who comforts his s/o in a similar situation but instead it's her parents who are toxic? Like their marriage is messed up and her father was negligent and harsh towards his wife which makes s/o deeply traumatised and is scared that she will end up in the same situation as her mom? When he asked her one day on a date why she's so fidgetty and jumpy with him she bursts out crying and shaking and tells him about her family? I'm sorry if it's oddly specific, thank you very much.

"IT’LL BE OKAY, I'M HERE." kaoru hakaze.

author’s note — happy birthday kaoru my little scrimbly.. also i may have gotten carried away with this just bcs🔥🔥

genre — angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

warning(s) — toxic household, mental breakdowns, invalidation of self-trauma

kaoru notices and remembers all these little things about you— from your features, to your silly little hobbies, etc. which is why it didn't take long for your boyfriend to realize how you'd always fidget when he's around you. he chose to brush it off, reasoning with himself, such as: 'maybe she's just nervous.' or 'maybe it's just a habit.' etc.

until it was getting out of hand. kaoru was not aware of your situation at home, no one else was. besides yourself, of course. instead, he ended up overthinking it. was he the problem? are you uncomfortable with him? is it because he used to be a playboy back in highschool?

you chose to forget about your home life. however, your constant fidgeting, being on-guard at all times was something that you can’t help. it was exhausting. you were perfectly content with how things were— with kaoru being completely oblivious about your life at home and treating you normally like a normal boyfriend would. you didn’t think he would notice and ask you so suddenly about it.

"[name], am i making you uncomfortable?" kaoru came to a stop, facing towards you with a stern expression and stiff posture.

it was a surprise. you, flabbergasted didn’t know how to answer his question. 'what did he mean by that?' your date was already coming to an end. you had fun, but what made him suddenly ask that question? you began to overthink. what you experienced at home began to flash through your mind.

"i don't mean to pry or anything, but if anything's wrong, then you can tell me. i won't judge you or—" he stopped upon seeing your glassy eyes. if there was one thing in this world that you wanted to avoid at the moment, that would be crying. kaoru panicked, looking around as he gently took you to a more private space. kaoru sighs, scooching down to your level (as you ended up doing so the moment you arrived).

you wanted to disappear. you didn't want anyone to worry— let alone, kaoru, who had already lost his mother and had a shitty mother worry about you. after all, he has it worse than you, right?

"[name]," the blonde called out, visibly choosing his words carefully as to not upset you any further. "may i touch you?" he asked, smiling softly as he saw your nod. kaoru moved closer to wrap his arms around your trembling body. "it'll be okay, i'm here." he cooed, holding you until you had calmed down a bit. "i won’t force you to tell me what's wrong. but, if ever, i'll be here to listen. it's not good to bottle things up, you know?"

you sniffed, wiping the remaining tears as a result of your breakdown. "okay," you began, leaning into his touch as you proceeded to tell him everything— from your childhood to present. kaoru did as he said: he listened. he was patient, no matter how much you paused to cry, no matter how much you were slurring. he stayed and listened.

"[name], i can’t promise you anything in terms of me being able to help. but i can promise you that i can be any type of support you need. you deserve so much, and i can never, ever, imagine myself hurting you like that." he took a deep breath, before taking a water bottle out of his bag, opened it and handed it to you.

"you don't have to believe me now, heck, i wouldn't even blame you if you can't trust my words. but i mean it— i may not be the best with comforting, but i can assure you that i'll take care of you."

you finally looked at him, rubbing your puffy eyes as he caressed your cheek. "i trust you…" kaoru’s eyes lit up, his gaze softening. "thank you, kaoru."

[nuggiebugge]

What triggers them headcanon

Michael Myers: Michael Myers is a very unbothered person, nothing much getting to him. I don't think he has very many triggers per say, but there are a select few pet peeves of his. In my opinion, I think he would be bothered if something was too perfect, or too symmetrical. Just like if someone were to be bothered by an off-centered picture frame, he would be bothered by asymmetrical patterns. He would have one trigger though, I think he is very distant towards any sort of affection towards himself. In a real canonical setting, there is no way in hell that you would be able to be in a romantic relationship with him. So if anyone were to try and kiss, or hug him, he would immediately murder them out of one of the only emotions he can feel anger.

Jason Voorhees:Jason Voorhees is a very serious person, and he does indeed have feelings. Some feelings are going to be more intense than others, and whenever those intense feelings are directed towards him, he has to reconnect himself and control what he's feeling towards the situation. Jason has a very obvious trigger, having trauma with water he is immediately panicked when submerged. So, if you're ever swimming, don't even try to dunk his head unless you want a panicked and flailing full adult man trying to charge as fast as he can out of the water.

Brahms Heelshire: Brahms is a very clingy Person, and if he grows attached to you, you are never leaving him again. It’s already bad enough you were away from him for so long, and he should punish you for it but he's merciful. His patience will run thin if you try to leave again though, he will throw the hissiest fit you have ever seen. He’ll go into a state of panic and rage if you try to leave, remembering how his parents left him. You trying to leave, triggers the memories of watching his mom and dad leave and never seeing them again. In the movie it doesn’t seem like it had much impact on him, because it wasn’t addressed. But I believe that left heavy mental scarring on him. He was abandoned by his parents, and how dare you try to do the same to him after worming your way into his needy heart.

Vincent Sinclair: Vincent Sinclair is a very stoic man, and it doesn’t seem like much bothers him. But that’s only because of the mask that hides his expressions and emotions. But, if i were to guess what triggered him, if even slightly, would be if anyone invaded his privacy. I.E. going in his room, looking through his sketchbook. He is a very reserved person, who obviously enjoys his alone time, and as an artist I really enjoy my personal time.

Chucky/Charles lee ray: for chucky, i don't think much bothers this asshole. I do believe he would have a more mundane or domestic pet peeve than the other killers though. He’s not completely insane like some of the others. At least I don't believe so.I think his biggest pet peeve in a normal situation would be if someone were to walk into a room, and say nothing then just leave. I don't know, i just feel like that would bug the fuck out of him. It bugs the shit out of me, like what do you want? Don’t just stand there like a creep, say something asshole!

Bubba sawyer :). ; for bubba, it's a little easier to decipher triggers for him. Such as too many people talking at once, or overzealous people. In the movie it is obvious he’s overwhelmed by chop top and Drayton, it's all too much to handle at once and could be a very suffocating situation. This poor sweet man deserved so much better, my baby :(

Thomas hewitt: Thomas is also an easy to read fella. In both movies, it's obvious he's triggered by people dehumanizing him. When he's called an animal, he drops everything and goes into a fit of rage. After being judged his whole life, called names for the way he looks, being called r3tãrd3d, I can imagine being called an animal will just make someone snap. He also deserves a lot better, he's only trying to feed his family at that point.

Pyramid head: I think a trigger of his in a normal situation, would be if he were to hear of a person getting away with a crime with little to no punishment. Like a murderer only getting a few years in prison, or a child molester getting anything less than life in prison, or the death penalty. (Which they all deserve life in prison, no hope for parole. They don't deserve the release death holds.)

Asa Emory/ the collector: Asa is a very stoic person in the collector persona, only slightly lessening if he is just the entomologist. What triggers him when he is outside of the collector persona, is probably someone killing a bug needlessly. Just out of random. When he is inside the collector persona, what would bother him greatly is if someone ruined one of his collections.

Jesse cromeans/ Chromeskull: he would be really upset, if someone rearranged his stuff. In a total panic, throwing shit around to find anything. If he could speak, he would be cursing everyone. Your mom, his dad, your sister, fuck you old lady across the street! WHO THE FUCK MOVED MY KNIFE COLLECTION?!?!-

Tiffany valentine: you can’t change my mind, the thing that would trigger her the most is mismatching colors. I know that its stupid, but i think it would just make her eye twitch if she saw someone wearing some tacky colors. Never wear white shoes after Labor Day bitches.

Nancy downs: Nancy downs takes it personally when someone gives a half assed apology. She takes it personally. If you do her, or anyone close to her wrong, and just say sorry to get yourself out of trouble, she will go bat shit crazy. She can’t stand liars. Lying to her is like signing up for your funeral. And she knows, don't think you're slick. Because you're not. Her intuition is too strong for her to miss a stupid little lie. You aren’t smarter than her. And lying to Nancy, is like telling her you're smarter than she is. You’re not.

Stu Macher:wet socks.

Billy loomis:Sidney.

[winter-soldier-vibes]

You Aren’t Somebody? (Bucky x Reader)

Bucky x reader

Word count: 2647

Summary: Bucky knows that the reader has struggled with an eating disorder before, but thought they were doing better. Little does he know, they had just gotten better at hiding it. Until one night, he catches her doing something she had promised she had stopped

Warnings: eating disorder, purging, angst, fluff

Tags @abitgryffindorky @buckys2thicc @thatfangirl42 @buckfics @barnesplums @mardema @stucky-on-spiderman @thundering-barnes

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A/N: It’s finals week and I am running on energy drinks, reading fanfiction, and longgggg hot showers. But the semester is almost over, and then I have no obligations aside from my hobbies. I see the requests and I’m working on them I promise! I have a list of all the requests that I get, and I am working through them I PROMISE!!! Thank you all for all of your support.

A/N 2: This deals with heavy and dark themes of mental illness. The specific warnings are above. If you feel that in any way reading this will be harmful to your mental health and your journey, PLEASE skip it. I write from my own experience and I know what I would’ve wanted to hear in these situations, and writing/reading fics helps me feel comforted. This fic is based on one experience more specifically than most of my fics, so I apologize if it’s not exactly the same as your experience. This is what I would’ve wanted to hear. If you need or want someone to talk to, vent to, or get advice from, feel free to message me, really. I’m here! <3

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Bucky was standing in front of you, blocking the door. His piercing blue eyes were locked on you, your own refusing to meet his. 

He wanted answers that you were not ready to give.

“Y/n, please. I just want to talk about this”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky.”

He looked you up and down. Your hair was in a messy bun, a few loose strands sticking to your tear stained cheeks. Your eyes were puffy, and your face was red, voice raspy. He took a deep breath. “You told me you would tell me if it was getting bad again.”

“You promised.”

You closed your eyes. He wasn’t wrong, you had promised. But that was because you never thought you’d see the day when you were purging again. You thought you had gotten over it. You really thought that this time you wouldn’t slip up.

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You had been struggling with an eating disorder for a while. The cause, you weren’t quite sure. An innocent diet soon turned into a competition for yourself, but the end goal was never there. At first you had thought it was just about the weight and how you looked, but then you found that some of your behavior patterns were tied to your emotional ones. 

Stress was the major trigger, you had come to learn.

Whether it was a mission gone wrong, you getting injured, someone else getting injured, or even just basic social interactions you thought could’ve gone better, you found yourself inclined to comfort yourself with food. 

Until you panicked, which would lead you to the bathroom with music blaring and water running to cover up the noises of your retching. 

You hated it, and every time you told yourself it was the last time. But the more you did it, the more you felt the urge to do it. At first it was triggered by large stressors, but now smaller things could trigger you to want to throw up. You tried to keep it hidden, unaware of the true reasons for why you did it. You were able to help yourself sometimes, it wasn’t worth bringing anyone else into. 

You couldn’t explain it to yourself, so how were you supposed to explain it to anybody?

The best way that you had figured out how to describe it was that whenever you felt a negative emotion, you could soothe it in a physical way with food, especially with all the warm comfort foods that are known. But at the same time, that feeling lasted as long as you could taste, and you would feel guilty as you felt full. When you threw up, it felt like you were also throwing up the negative emotions. 

But when you said it out loud, it didn’t make sense. When people are sick and throwing up it’s one of the most uncomfortable feelings ever. Inducing it hurts sometimes, but it’s almost not as bad. Like you know it’s coming, and you’re in control of what’s happening and you could stop at any point. And there had been times where you could soothe yourself in other ways, and you knew your own physical limits. You knew when you had to stop for your own health.

Until you couldn’t stop.

Which is what led to you fainting on a mission after purging too much. Your electrolytes had bottomed out and you almost had a heart attack at an age no one should. Bucky, your boyfriend who was on the mission with you, had put it together when the first words out of your mouth upon gaining consciousness were “Is this a glucose drip?” while tugging at the IV.

He hadn’t been mad, not exactly. He wasn’t mad at you but he was furious with himself for not noticing, and for making you feel as though you couldn’t tell him. You assured him that you did trust him, but he wished you had come to him before you could’ve gotten yourself, and those on the mission, seriously hurt or killed. 

Nonetheless, you still didn’t know how to talk about it.

“Can you try to tell me about it?” he asked gently, running a hand through your hair. He held you to his chest, you unable to meet his eyes.

“It won’t make any sense,” you had said, tears glazing your eyes.

“I want to understand. Can you help me understand?”

You paused for a moment. “It’s a long story and I don’t know where to start. There’s so much going wrong.” you had said, tears beginning to streak down your face.

“I have all the time for you. And it doesn’t have to make sense, these things rarely do. I’m not here to judge you, I’m here to listen.”

And true to his word, he had. He had listened and held you while you tried to talk about what you could. He didn’t understand everything, he naturally had a ton of questions, but they weren’t for that moment. He had promised to help you the best that he could, and you had promised to try and tell him whenever you felt the urges get too strong. And if you couldn’t, to tell him after.

It was easier to talk to Bucky than anyone else. Not because he was your boyfriend, but because he seemed to understand you more than anyone else could. He had his own share of mental health struggles. Neither of you knew exactly what the other was going through, but you both understood that it was easy to feel alone and guilty even though you couldn’t control it. 

It was rough, but he was never mad. He was sometimes firm, and sometimes you had gotten angry with him. Only to later apologize to him with tears in your eyes. He was never mad with you. He understood that this was something internal. Upon research he had done and conversations he had had with Bruce, he understood that this had nothing to do with him. Some people thought eating disorders were about getting attention when it was one of the furthest things from the truth.

All he could do was love you and be there for you.

And to your surprise, talking about it did help.it took a long time, months, of long and hard conversations, panic attacks, slip ups, and really dark days. But it got to the point where Bucky felt that you were doing better, making an effort to tell you how proud he was and how much he loved you. 

And you were doing better, in a way. But you had been slipping up more recently, and you hadn’t told Bucky. You didn’t know how. After going the longest you’d ever had between slip ups, you found yourself retching over the toilet. You would have gone to Bucky but he had been away on a mission that was extended a few days. You couldn’t interrupt him because your feelings were too much to handle. People needed his help more than you did.

You were going to tell him, but he had been so tired when he had come back. He needed his time to relax, and it wasn’t the right time to tell him. And the next day when he was rested, you felt that it was irrelevant. Any negative feeling you had felt the day before had since past, and you didn’t see the point in bringing it up today. It would worry Bucky, he wouldn’t want to go on missions, and you weren’t going to do that to him. Besides, it was just one time.

Right?

You soon found yourself purging when Bucky wasn’t around. If he had gone out with Steve, if he was on a mission, or if he was down in the gym you found yourself taking more opportunities to give into your urges. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been, but you were spiraling. But at this point you had been slipping up so many times, you had been so secretive about it. 

It would kill Bucky inside to know that you were hiding this from him again. He would feel like you didn’t trust him. You trusted him with your life.

You just didn’t want to let him down. Not again, not when he had explicitly told you to come to him and you had been blatantly ignoring that.

You wanted to tell him, you did. But you couldn’t let him being so proud of you be based on a lie.

One day you were hunched over the toilet, legs sahking and tears streaming down your face from exertion. Bucky was away on a mission, so you didn’t even bother with the music or the water. What you hadn’t anticipated was him coming back hours earlier than he should’ve

The mission had gone much more smoothly than anticipated, which everyone was happy about. Bucky was glad he would get a few more hours with you. He had gone up to your shared room and let himself in, surprised to see you weren’t there. But then he heard you coughing from behind a closed bathroom door.

He felt like someone had punched him in the gut. You had been doing so well, what had happened?

He walked over to the door, knocking on it and calling out your name. He heard you muffle a small fuck before he knocked again.

“Y/n please, let me in.”

He heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on, you on the other side washing your face. You could feel the tears from exertion be replaced by ones of shame and embarrassment, biting your lip slightly. What the fuck were you going to tell him? 

When you finally turned off the water, you rubbed your face with a towel, sighing heavily into it. When you took it away, you looked long and hard at the doorknob. 

Bucky sighed on the other side of the door. “Y/n please. I’m not mad. We’ve been here before, I just wanna talk to you.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a breath before you made your expression nuetral and opened the door. 

Bucky’s eyes immediately saddened when he took you in. your face was still red and there were tears in your eyes. You had tried to put up a front, he could tell that too. Sometimes you got angry with him because you didn’t want to be vulnerable. He was prepared because like he said - he’d helped you before.

Before he could say anything you crossed your arms. “You’re home early,” you said coldly.

“Y/n.” 

“How’d the mission go? Well, I assume.” you tried to slip past Bucky but he was blocking the door. 

Bucky took a deep breath. “Yeah, yeah, the mission went well.” He wanted to be gentle with you. “But how are you?”

You shrugged, trying to appear oblivious. “I’m fine,” voice wavering slightly as you looked away.

“Y/n please. You’re not fine. Can you tell me what happened?”

“The same thing that always happens” you said bitterly. “Something stupid comes up, I start feeling like shit about myself and I ignore it until I’m puking it up with everything else, alright? It’s the same story, different time, and now I have you looking at me all hurt just like I was worried about which is why I couldn’t tell you!” you exclaimed, eyes filled with anger and tears. Bucky looked at you as if you had just punched him in the face. He would’ve much preferred that you had.

“Y/n.”

You shook your head, trying to get through the door that he was blocking. “Bucky, just let me through the door, forget it.”

“Y/n just talk to me please, I -”

“JUST LET ME THROUGH THE GODDAMN DOOR.” You yelled, surprising Bucky. It had been a while since you had gotten this angry or defensive. But he stood his ground. Bucky was standing in front of you, blocking the door. His piercing blue eyes were locked on you, your own refusing to meet his. 

He wanted answers that you were not ready to give.

“Y/n, please. I just want to talk about this”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Bucky,” you said, feeling tears threatening to spill over. 

He took a deep breath. “You told me you would tell me if it was getting bad again.”

You closed your eyes and felt a pang in your stomach. “Bucky, I - “

“You promised,” he said, voice cracking.

You shook your head. “Why do I have to talk about this. It’s not like I’m hurting anybody” 

“You’re hurting yourself, y/n.” he said calmly.

You shook your head and narrowed your eyes slightly, tears falling. “That’s different Bucky, you know it is.”

“You aren’t somebody?”

You looked at him for a moment before a sob escaped your body, leaning on the counter for support as you brought a hand to your mouth. Bucky quickly came up behind you and pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you. You started crying harder, embarrassed and ashamed. 

“I’m sorry Bucky, I didn’t know what else to do, I didn’t know how to tell you, I -”

“Hey it’s okay, it’s alright y/n, I’m here.” Bucky kept whispering reassurances in your ears, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

After some time passed, you didn’t know how long, you were able to calm down enough to take some shaky breaths, hiding your red face in Bucky’s chest.

“When did this start happening again?” he asked softly

“I don’t know… few weeks at least, not really sure.”

He took a breath, trying to stay calm. A few weeks and he hadn’t suspected anything, and you were alone. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were on a mission, I couldn’t interrupt that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when I got back?” he pressed gently.

“You were so tired Bucky - ”

“Y/n.” he said more firmly.

You paused for a moment, knowing he wouldn’t take those answers. If they were truly the reason then you would’ve told him the next day or the day after, as soon as the opportunity came. There was more to why you waited, and Bucky knew that. 

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” you whispered. 

You heard Bucky sigh. He was angry with himself, for not being approachable to you. All he wanted was to make you feel safe enough to come to him, and to hear that you hadn’t because you thought he had expectations for you crushed him. “Y/n, I told you you could tell me about this. When have I ever been disappointed or angry with you?”

“You haven’t. You were just so proud and I - I didn’t want to ruin that for you. I didn’t want to tell you that you were proud of a lie.”

“Hey, hey look at me.” Hesitantly you looked up to meet his eyes. “None of this was you lying. You put in the hard work day after day, and I told you I was here to support you. But I never did the work for you. You did that. I’m proud of you and I always will be because you’re a fighter. It’s okay to have bad days, it’s okay to slip up. It’s okay to need a little help too, and that’s what I’m here for. A slip up doesn’t erase all the hard work you’ve put in before. I’m proud of you for the progress you’ve made, and of the work you put in. This doesn’t change anything sweetheart.”

He pulled you back into his chest.

“I’ll always be proud of you.”

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Taking Chances Chapter Five: Paris Revealed (Stories/Memories)

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Marinette flinches back as the room erupts in shouting. The younger boy, who was definitely younger than her and yet almost (if not definitely) taller than her, was fiercely glaring while he screamed at Mr. Wayne in….was that Arabic? The man that walked in with him was waving around the knife in his hand while Dick yelled at Mr. Wayne, his face filled with confusion instead of fury. Glancing around for a way out, Marinette makes eye contact with Alfred who nods behind him. Sneaking away from the group of angry men, Marinette follows Alfred into the kitchen and instantly feels at home. And much calmer.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, breathing deeply to avoid spiraling again. Alfred simply hands her a cookie before turning around and putting water in a kettle.

“There is no need to apologize, Miss Marinette. It seems Master Bruce has forgotten all sense today and is instead insistent on acting like a fool. It was wrong of him to announce you like that, without preparing you or the boys beforehand. I do hope that his atrocious display of proper manners doesn’t make you want to leave.” Alfred says, and Marinette’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Was he? Was Alfred actually blaming this situation on Mr. Wayne? Was it Mr. Wayne’s fault? Did he not actually hate her? Did he just make a mistake?

“I- what?” Marinette says, unsure of herself.

“You, my dear, are not at fault. Your father didn’t tell any of his sons that you were coming to the manor today, or that you existed in general. And judging by your face, you weren’t prepared for the boys to be here either.” Alfred clarifies.

“Oh. No, I wasn’t. Mr. Wayne just said that he wanted to get to know me, and he knew I wanted to get to know him. I- my birth mother passed away. But my Maman knew her, so I can find out from her how I’m similar to Bridgette. But neither of my parents knew Mr. Wayne, and I just wanted to know if I was like him, I guess. I didn’t even know who he was until two days ago.” Marinette admits.

“As in you found out Bruce Wayne was your birth father two days ago or-” Alfred trails off, waiting for her to clarify.

“Oh no. I found out the name of my birth father awhile ago. It’s just- I really don’t pay attention to celebrities. The only ones I really know are designers. So I didn’t put two and two together, and I didn’t even know about Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises until a few days ago. My friend Adrien made me google him and that’s when I found out about...the boys.” She says, stopping herself from saying her brothers as she was still unsure if Mr. Wayne actually wanted her like he wanted the others.

“Well I’m certain that things will start to calm down shortly. In the meantime, would you care for some tea?” Alfred asks, holding up the kettle. Marinette nods gratefully, trying hard to stop her inner spiral from drowning her.

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“What do you mean daughter?” Damian snarls, finally switching to English. Bruce blinks at the boy before sighing.

“I mean, you have a biological sister.” He says, tired and wishing he had been able to convince Marinette to go somewhere else. Not that he didn’t want her to meet her siblings. But it definitely wasn’t the laid back first meeting that he wanted.

“You mean half-sister.” Damian spits out, crossing his arms and sticking his nose into the air.

“Shut up, Demon Spawn. She’s our sister, get over it. Where’d the kid come from? Her mom drop her off?” Jason asks, obviously trying to actually understand the situation.

“No. I first met her at the Museum and had my suspicions. She’s in Gotham on a class trip, and before you ask, yes. We had a DNA test done and yes, I am her father.” Bruce says, frowning when he sees Dick’s hurt expression morph into one of excitement.

“Wait, wait, wait! Was she the girl who was sassing the Joker?” He asks quietly, practically buzzing with excitement. When Bruce nods, Dick cheers and runs from the room. Okay then.

“Wait, she met the Joker?” Jason asks, his expression turning dark. Bruce watches his son’s face morph into one of disgust when he puts it together. “She’s the French kid he had at gunpoint, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Which is one of the reasons why we both thought the manor would be a more appropriate meeting place rather than somewhere public.” Bruce says, sighing as Damian once again starts screaming. This was not what he had planned.

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After just a few minutes with Alfred, Marinette already felt calmer. Calm enough to giggle at another story about something that one of the boys- one of her brothers- did. Calm enough to let her guard down. And mess up.

“If you wanna see something ridiculous, you should look up the 26th time Monsieur Ramier was akumatized into Monsieur Pigeon. He made all the buildings turn into bird cages and all the food turned into bird seed. Luckily it didn’t last long, but seeing the Mayor of Paris stuck inside a giant bird cage was kind of hilarious.” Marinette rambles, giggling at the memory. It was definitely a needed akuma, situated right between two super destructive akumas. Monsieur Pigeon was, while a nuisance, always a breath of fresh air. His akumatized form was brought on by his fierce protectiveness of the pigeons, which luckily never led to death for civilians.

“Pardon me, Miss Marinette, but could I ask what you mean by ‘akumatized’?” Alfred asks, his posture suddenly stiff. Marinette’s eyes widen as she realizes what she just did. She told someone outside of Paris about the situation happening in Paris. Well crap. Normal Parisians didn’t know about the media block that she had set up with the help of the Mayor and Max. But after her calls to the Justice League were ignored, and she realized how disastrous it would be for a member of the League to be akumatized, the media block was the best choice. Time to act clueless.

“Akumatized, as in, a person is possessed by an akuma? Surely you’ve heard of it. It’s been happening in Paris for almost two years.” She says, hoping he doesn’t ask to see any evidence. This isn’t good, this is awful, this-

“And what is an akuma?” Alfred asks. Okay, this isn’t too bad.

“It’s an evil butterfly sent out by the villain, Hawkmoth.” Marinette says, giving out more information than she’s really comfortable with. Okay, time to change the subject, no more questions about heroes or villains or-

“Marinette!” A new voice calls, sliding into the kitchen, almost immediately falling over.

“Master Dick, have you forgotten about your ban on the kitchen?” Alfred asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

“Awww, Alfred, I just wanted to talk to Marinette. I feel bad for all of us overwhelming her back there.” Dick says with a pout that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous on him. Despite obviously being at least ten years older than her.

“Don’t feel bad. It was just...a lot all at once.” Marinette says with a small smile.

“So I have to ask, are you the one who sassed the Joker at the Museum the other day?” He asks, a wide grin on his face as he sits on one of the stools. Marinette’s eyes widen and she blinks. How?

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t a big deal though. He thought I was a Wayne- well, I guess he figured it out before I did- but I think he just wanted to scare my class.” She says, waving her hand to brush off the topic. She really didn’t want to talk about the Joker. Because she was sure it would turn into-

“I apologize for asking, but have you been caught up in the villain attacks in Paris before?” Alfred asks, Marinette instantly panicking. Sure, she’d been caught up in almost every single akuma battle as Ladybug. But there were a few on record where she was targeted as Marinette, and even a few battles that she assisted as Marinette. And then there was Kwami Buster…

“Well, a few. But basically everyone in Paris has dealt with it at some point. That’s just what happens when there’s an attack so often, you know? And my school seems to be a hotspot but that makes sense because teenagers are full of negative emotions and-” Marinette cuts off her rambling, cursing herself on the inside. Great job, Mari. Now they’re going to be worried or they’re going to think you’re a freak or-

“What do you mean negative emotions? Why would that matter?” Dick asks, his previous cheerful smile replaced with a look that clearly meant business.

“That’s how the villain chooses his targets. Negative emotion. If someone is having a bad enough day, he can take control of them and give them powers and basically destroy the city trying to get to Ladybug and Chat Noir, who are our heroes. I only know what’s been posted on official sites like the Ladyblog or miraculousparis.org.” Marinette says, smiling apologetically and hoping that this conversation can be over.

“Have you ever been akumatized?” Dick asks, tension suddenly filling the room.

“No, thankfully. I’ve found ways to manage my negative emotions so that they can’t take me over. I don’t blame anyone who has been akumatized, it’s hard not to be. But, I also don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I was akumatized.” Because then her family would be a target. Because Hawkmoth would know her identity. And if Hawkmoth’s insistence on her being akumatized was anything to go on, she’d be a devastating akuma. And if Ladybug wasn’t fighting in the battle….would the cure even work?

“That is a lot of pressure, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says softly after a moment of tense silence. Marinette grins brightly.

“I can handle it, don’t worry!” She says, hoping no one can tell how hard it actually is. How hard it is constantly being strong. Never truly feeling a negative emotion.

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Bruce winces at the faux cheerfulness in his daughter’s voice. He had only found out about the Paris situation a few days ago, but he was determined to fix it. Find a solution. Do something to help the city and by extension, his daughter. She’d be going back there soon. Back to a city that was being held hostage by an emotional terrorist. Bruce would fix this. He had to.

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