#going for the awkward / pathetic vibe here

[thelostconsultant]

Holy shit, I just had a Max x Leclerc!reader idea.

Teenage Max knew EVERYTHING about Charles (and vica versa, just saying.) He knew about his sister, he even had a stupid little secret crush on you, but you barely ever talked because Charles wanted to keep you away from his enemy, plus you were just stupid kids anyway. Then their paths took different turns and he focused on F1, although he still followed Charles's career.

Then Charles made it into F1 too, and Max was hoping you would show up in the paddock, but you never came. He couldn't even meet you in Monaco because you moved away. He saw your brothers' posts about spending time with you, this is how he knew you were okay. And grown up. And still beautiful.

And then he sees a post from Alex that you are both in the paddock to support Charles. His stomach flips, his heart rate jumps, and he's already making plans to accidentally meet you. Just one meeting. One hello. He just wants to hear your voice. Maybe you would fall in love with him right then and there, maybe you would admit you've been thinking about him.

Update: Guys, this is not funny, poor little lovesick teenager!Max is breaking my heart.

Update 2: “If you hurt her, I’ll launch us both into the nearest barrier.” - Charles to Max when he finds out you're dating.

Update 3: I'm working on it, but this will be a really long fic.

[hoshifighting]

okay hear me out…..pick me seventeen like completely pathetic and yearning seventeen who act like picks me for their s/o attention

pick-me!seventeen, attention-seeker!seventeen pathetic!seventeen, yearning!seventeen

seungcheol is the ultimate pick-me. it’s like he’s got a radar for your needs and wants. you forget your hairbrush? no problem, he’s got a new one waiting on your desk. craving ramen? a steaming bowl appears out of nowhere. it’s a bit overwhelming, honestly, especially when the gifts keep getting more extravagant. you were about to stop him when you saw an yves saint laurent bag on your desk. you tried to explain it wasn't necessary, but he just grinned like he won the lottery. “i just want to make sure you have everything you need,” he says, looking way toopleased with himself as you see yet another luxury item appear.

jeonghan tries to play it cool, like he’s not affected by your presence at all, pretending he doesn’t care while he’s actually dying for your attention. he’s got this casual air about him, but you can tell he’s obsessed. the way he casually tosses a snack in your direction, or how he pretends to be deep in conversation with friends, but keeps glancing at you. when you finally acknowledge him, he’s way too nonchalant about it. “oh, hey,” he says, as if he wasn’t just counting down the seconds until you noticed him. “didn’t see you there.” his tone way too casual for someone who’s clearly been waiting for you.

joshua takes a more direct approach, pulling out his guitar or starting to sing whenever you're nearby. it’s like he’s trying to lure you in with his talent. sometimes, it’s a bit awkward, especially when he messes up a chord or stumbles over lyrics. but he keeps going, hoping you'll compliment him. “how’s that for a song?” he asks, trying to sound casual but clearly hoping you’ll swoon over his performance. it’s awkwardly charming, and you can’t help but smile. “not bad, right?”

junhui is always trying to be the cool guy, but he’s clearly not very good at it. he’s playing basketball outside, and every time you walk by, he tries to show off with some flashy moves. he dribbles a little harder, jumps a little higher, and always makes sure to throw you a grin that’s way too hopeful. “yo, you see that shot?” he calls out, clearly trying to impress you. “thought you might want to see my skills up close.”

soonyoung can’t help but embarrass himself trying to get your attention. he’ll leave a banana milk on your desk with a sheepish grin, saying, “for you, shawty.” he says trying to sound cool but clearly embarrassed by the gesture. his cheeks are a little red as he avoids eye contact, clearly hoping you’ll appreciate the small, quirky gift. you can’t help but laugh at his antics, and he looks so pleased when you accept the drink.

wonwoo is all about paying attention. he overhears your conversations about books or skincare and then subtly drops references to them in his own conversations. you catch him reading a book on dermatology right after you talked about skincare. “i heard you’re into this stuff,” he says, trying to sound casual. “thought i’d give it a read too.” he mumbles, clearly hoping to impress you with his attentiveness. it’s sweet how he goes out of his way to connect with you.

woozi is subtle with his attempts. he’ll spin a pen or crack his fingers, trying to look cool and nonchalant. when you ask him to teach you how to spin a pen, he’s caught off guard and turns beet red, clearly flustered by the close contact. “uh, sure, I can show you,” he stammers, trying to hide his embarrassment. it’s adorable how he struggles to maintain his cool.

minghao is protective in a subtle way. if he overhears the boys talking shit or swearing next to you—you know, boys. he’ll step in, saying, “hey, we’ve got a girl here, watch your language.” he’s got this protective vibe, and you can’t help but appreciate how he stands up for you, even in small ways. it’s clear he values you and wants to make sure you’re treated well.

mingyu like flaunting his strength and height. if you’re struggling with something, like lifting a chair, he’ll swoop in to help, lifting it effortlessly. when he’s next to you, he’ll flex his muscles or show off his veins, trying to get you to notice. “need a hand?” he asks, lifting your pile of books effortlessly for you. “just thought you might need some help with this.”

seokmin is the ultimate “pick me” guy when it comes to social media. he’ll post things related to your interests, like a song from the artist you mentioned or a dish you posted about. when you like or comment on his posts, he’s over the moon, celebrating like he’s just won the lottery. “I saw you liked my post,” he’ll say, grinning like a fool. he’s clearly obsessed with making sure you know he’s into the same things you are.

seungkwan loves making you laugh. he’ll crack jokes loudly, making sure you hear them, and give you a sidelong glance to see if you’re laughing. when you try to hold back a laugh, he’s beaming, he flashes a triumphant grin, clearly pleased that he managed to get a reaction from you.

vernon is always tuned in to your preferences. if you mention liking boys in pink hoodies, he’ll show up in one the next day. if you talk about sour patch kids, he’ll have a pack open right next to you, offering you some with a shy smile. “you like these, right? I don’t really like them, you can have it...” he says, clearly hoping you’ll appreciate the gesture.

chan is the quintessential attention-seeker in P.E. classes, for example. he’ll go all out to show off, from pretending to be hurt to make you worry to making sure you see him perform. “hey, partner up with me!” he’ll call out, positioning himself right next to you, clearly hoping to get closer. when he’s showing off, he needs to make sure you’re paying attention to him.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Hate You (Kidding)

Crowley & daughter!reader, Sam and Dean & witch!reader, a little Rowena & granddaughter!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: your dad abandoned you years ago, but what happens when he finds out you’re still alive?

A/N: just so no one gets confused about this, here’s the background—Crowley found out how powerful demon/human babies can be, so he tried to make one, only it didn’t go the way he planned—the baby (you) were born without powers, and so he abandoned you. (Just because I didn’t want to give this the exact same backstory as Crowley’s son)

The theft was not going well. Your grandmother had made it seem so easy—sneak into the bunker, grab the black spell book, and make it out fast.

She failed to mention the two professional hunters that lived there.

You hadn’t been dumb enough to assume it would be empty—there had to be a reason Rowena wasn’t going herself, after all; she was scared. But you weren’t ready for Sam and Dean Winchester.

They had you in their dungeon basement—which was super creepy—before you’d even managed to find the book, much less grab it.

“What were you looking for, kid? Who sent you here?” The shorter—but no less scary—one had his hands on the sides of your chair, and he was looming over you. You had no doubt that he was willing to hurt you—you did break into his very dangerous house, after all.

You kept quiet, still unsure what the best course of action was. If you told them about the book and Rowena, would they let you go and go after her?

Then again, you didn’t know anything about these guys—maybe once they got their information, they’d just kill you.

You decided to stay quiet.

“Hey!” Dean smacked his hand on the arm of your chair, and you flinched. “I said—“

The man stopped yelling when the lights went out. They flickered back on a moment later, only this time they were red.

“Someone’s here,” the tall one said.

“I’ll go check.” The man in front of you pulled a gun from the waistband of his jeans and turned to leave, saying to the tall one “watch her.”

Then it was just you and the giant—who, surprisingly, seemed a little less scary. He was definitely intimidating, but he also had a sort of “I don’t hurt children” vibe about him.

“This will all be easier if you tell us what you were after,” he broke the silence.

“Right, because you’ll have a reason to keep me alive after I tell you everything,” you scoffed.

“We won’t have a reason to kill you, either,” Sam countered.

“And you need one?” You questioned.

“What makes you think we’d just kill you for no reason?” He asked.

“I mean I did break into your house, and you are hunters.” You shrugged as best you could with your hands cuffed behind you.

“I’m Sam,” the man said, crouching down so he was more on your level—he was trying to look less intimidating, which surprised you. “That other guy is my brother Dean. We are hunters, but we’re not gonna just kill you for no reason. We’re not like that.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the door opening cut you off.

“Look who came for a visit.” Dean stepped into the room with a man trailing behind him. As soon as the man stepped into the light, every bit of air left your lungs.

“Didn’t know you had a visi—“ Crowley’s sentence froze halfway out of his mouth when he laid eyes on you.

Dean’s suspicious gaze picked up on the awkwardness instantly.

“You two know each other?”

Crowley gained his voice back first. “Used to. Not so much anymore.”

“Oh I don’t know about that.” You found the strength to speak after you heard Crowley’s words. “You still look just as pathetic to me, father.”

“Father?” Dean choked. “Wait, that’s not possible.”

“I thought you were dead.” Crowley was now completely ignoring the Winchesters. “After…after that incident I figured the demons would’ve—“

“Incident?!” You all but screamed. “Incident? Is that what you call you abandoning me? Leaving me for dead? An incident?”

“I had no choice,” Crowley argued. “When the other demons found out you were powerless—“

“The other demons? It wasn’t about the other demons, it was about you! You used my mother to make yourself a half demon, and when I didn’t turn out to have any powers you threw me away. You wanted your demon friends to kill me.”

“No.” Crowley was brushing past Sam and Dean now, coming to stand directly in front of you. You squirmed in your chair, but you couldn’t get further away from him. “No I didn’t. I thought if I got rid of you, they’d have no reason to kill you and—“

“Don’t lie to me!” You cried out. “I’m not stupid! You may not have wanted me dead, but you sure didn’t abandon me to try to save me. You did it because I was useless to you. Pretending otherwise is just…it’s just pathetic.”

Crowley opened his mouth to argue, but he had nothing to say—he knew you were right.

“So you’re half demon with no powers?” Dean cut in. “Because I’ve met a half demon who could do anything he wanted just by thinking it.”

“Why do you think he wanted to make me?” You forced your gaze away from your father to look at Dean. “He wanted an all powerful being that was also fully dependent on him. Too bad for him, not all half demons are the same, and he got stuck with the powerless one.”

“But that doesn’t explain why you’re here now,” Sam cut in.

You bit your lip. You should’ve known it would circle back to this.

“Look, we’re not gonna hurt you if you tell us,” Sam promised.

“Fine.” A sly smirk lifted onto your face as your eyes went back to your father. “I’m here to get a book. For my grandmother.”

Crowley was still choking on air while Sam and Dean shared a meaningful glance before turning back to you.

“Rowena? You’re working for the witch?” Dean’s reaction told you that he both knew Rowena and probably hated her.

“She’s the only reason I’m still alive,” you said. “When he—“ you were inclined your head towards Crowley “—left me behind to get killed by demons, she saved my life.”

“My mother knows you’re still alive and she never told me?” Crowley scoffed. “It’s just like her.”

“She didn’t tell you because I told her how much I hated you.” You glared at Crowley as you spoke. “She understood the feeling, and we had a mutual understanding. Anyway, she told me she would teach me to take out demons the way she can—“

“But let me guess—only if you steal a spell book from us and bring it to her,” Dean interrupted.

“She said it was the only way she’d be able to teach me,” you defended yourself.

“She lied,” Crowley butted in. “She always lies—she was using you to get that book.”

“Oh, right, because you’re so trustworthy,” you shot back. “Why should I trust you?”

“You don’t think it’s a little strange that the first thing she does with you is send you to a place where you could get hurt, just to get something for her?” Sam argued. “You don’t think that that’s using you?”

You were quiet for a moment, and when you spoke again it was more subdued.

“I didn’t have any other choice. There are still demons out there who want me dead, and I’m totally and completely helpless.”

“You don’t have to be,” Crowley said. “I can help you.”

“Rowena may not be a saint, but I already know I can’t trust you,” you snapped. “I’m not looking to get abandoned again.”

“She had to know you’d get caught.” Sam seemed to be talking more to himself than anyone else. “So why…”

The Winchesters seemed to come to a conclusion at the same time, sharing a moment of telepathic connection before they turned and ran out the door.

“Do they do that a lot?” You wondered.

“You have no idea,” Crowley huffed. “I suppose I should find out what’s wrong.”

“You haven’t figured it out yet?” The sudden smirk on your face made Crowley nervous. “Oh come on, don’t tell me you fell for that whole ‘totally and completely helpless” thing.” As you spoke, Crowley saw a faint glow coming from your hands, which were still handcuffed behind you. After a moment, he heard a snapping sound, and suddenly both of your hands were free and you were standing up. “Do you really think Rowena sent me here with no knowledge of magic?”

With a single wave of your hand, you sent Crowley flying against the wall. He landed with a thud, and you stepped over his frame on your way out the door.

“See you soon, father.”

…

Rowena had escaped with the book by the time Sam and Dean got to the library—she had waited until everyone was in the dungeon to make her move—and by the time the boys got back to the dungeon, Crowley was on the floor and you were gone.

“Great,” Dean growled. “She tricked us. I hate witches!”

“For once,” Crowley groaned as he slowly sat up. “I agree with you.”

…

“The Winchesters.” Your nervous gaze met your grandmother’s as you watched her flip through the spell book. “It’s them, they caught up. What now?”

“We need to distract them long enough for me to get through this spell,” Rowena insisted. “I won’t even need the book anymore as long as I can get this spell done.”

“I’ll distract them.” You were halfway to the door when Rowena stopped you.

“No, you’re not strong enough, not like this.” The way your grandmother was staring you down made you nervous.

“Like this?” You asked.

The door blasting open after a swift kick from Dean Winchester seemed to make up Rowena’s mind.

“I’m sorry, dear girl, but it’s the only way,” she said. “Impetus be—“

“Not so fast, mother.” You father appeared out of nowhere just behind Rowena, and he snatched up the spell book she was holding and swung it at her—she went down without another word. “I’m the only one that gets to hurt my brat.”

You didn’t say anything—you were still shaking. “Impetus beastiarum”—that’s what Rowena had been trying to say. Your own grandmother was going to turn you into a rabid monster—and ultimately kill you—just so that she could get away.

“The book.” You flinched out of your daze when Sam Winchester brushed past you and held his hand out to your father.

“Of course, moose,” he answered. “What would I need with a witches book?” He passed it over without argument.

“Why did you save me?” You demanded, sidestepping the taller Winchester to get a good look at your father, who merely shrugged.

“I’m the only one that gets to kill you.”

…

The Winchesters, of course, wanted to grab you after the little incident, but you flung them against the wall with your powers—one of the few tricks your grandmother had managed to teach you, and currently your favorite—and left before they got the chance.

You didn’t see them or your father for several more months. When you saw Crowley again, you were running for your life.

Somehow word had gotten around that a great witch had a granddaughter; or maybe it was that the king of hell had a daughter—you didn’t know, and you didn’t care. All you knew was that an archangel was after you because of it, and you had tried to cut a deal with him.

It hadn’t worked.

Lucifer had wanted you because he thought you’d be useful, and when he found out you weren’t, he of course decided that killing you was proper punishment for wasting his time.

You were in the midst of running for your life when you saw your father.

He was chained to the floor like a dog, watching your exchange with the archangel with peaked interest.

“Conteram hoc cincinno,” you yelled as you ran—it worked, and the chains at Crowley’s wrists snapped; they were warded against demons, not witches.

The freeing of his prisoner was enough of a distraction to get Lucifer off your tail. By the time he remembered you, you were out the door, and when he tried to turn his attention back to Crowley, the demon had already teleported.

…

“What was that?”

You jumped in surprise when your father appeared next to you.

“An escape,” you huffed out.

“You saved me back there.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you demanded. Crowley just grinned at you.

“Maybe witches aren’t so bad.”

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[st-eve-barnes]

Leverage (Michael Gavey x fem Reader)

Chapter 3

Summary: When your ex threatens to release some very personal videos you are left with no choice but to do what he asks: seduce the biggest nerd on campus, Michael Gavey. Will you rock his world or will he fundamentally change yours?

This chapter: You try to bring Michael out of his shell but he's not making it easy on you. After a few confessions at the pub things get heated. First kisses and first oral (male receiving). Touch starved sub Michael.

Word count: +4200

Warning for the entire fic: 18+ for explicit content and language. Kissing, oral sex (male receiving), dry humping, hand job, fingering, p in v sex. First kiss and loss of virginity. Experienced reader. Enemies to lovers vibes.

Fluff, smut and of course angst (my favorite combination! lol) I haven't watched Saltburn yet so all characters in this fic except for Michael are my own.

Read the first chapters Here

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All my fics are also on AO3

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The pub felt overcrowded, too warm and too loud and the majority of visitors was drunk or halfway there. This right here was exactly why you had stopped going out every week. You’d only been here fifteen minutes and you already missed the comfort and silence of your room.

It was hard to imagine these people in front of you were among the best and smartest students in the world and were supposed to be the future of the country. It was clear you were all doomed.

You took another sip from your Bacardi Breezer and scanned the room for Michael but there was no sign of him yet. When someone placed a soft hand on your shoulder you turned around with a hopeful smile but it faded as soon as you saw who the hand belonged to. 

“Oh, it’s you,” you sighed.

Ben leaned in much too close for your liking to be able to talk to you over the music,”How’s it going?”

“It was going great until just now,” you replied, trying to ignore him and praying for Michael to arrive any minute now.

“Let me rephrase that,” he smirked,”How are things going with you and Michael?”

“It’s going, don’t worry about it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” you nodded, looking into his eyes,”I had to improvise a little but I’ll make it work, don’t worry.”

“It better, you know what’s at stake.”

“Yes, I fucking know, okay,” you snapped, shooting daggers at him,”You fucking pathetic asshole.”

Ben just laughed and you were ten seconds away from slapping him in the face when you noticed Michael stepping through the door.

He looked like a fish out of water, hands shoved into his pockets, eyes cast down to the floor as he tried to make his way through the crowd and tried to avoid bumping into people. When he noticed you his lips curled into a small smile and he gave you a little awkward wave. You couldn’t help but smile back and you rushed over to him, and as far away from Ben as you could.

“Hey,” Michael nodded, avoiding your eyes and biting his lip anxiously. You had never seen him this nervous before. He looked like he was about to bolt any minute now and you couldn’t exactly blame him.

“Hey,” you give him an encouraging smile,”Can you at least try and look like you want to be here?”

“Sorry,” he sighed,”It’s just…yeah, sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know this probably isn’t your thing. But thank you for doing this, I really appreciate it.”

“Not doing it for you,” he said quickly,”Just don’t want him to get what he wants.”

“Well, regardless, thank you for coming tonight,” you gave him a grateful smile and leaned in to wrap your arm around his shoulder for a swift hug. Michael froze when you pressed your body against his.

”I should get you a drink, help you relax a little bit,” you said after you leaned back.

“I don’t drink,” he stopped you.

“Oh, okay well, then this is going to be harder than I thought.”

“I’m just…not used to this,” he tried to explain.

“Define this.”

“All of it,” he gestured.

“Okay,” you sighed.

He gave you a sad smile and you actually felt had for him. You realized it must have cost him a lot to step out of his comfort zone tonight, yet he was here, just like he had promised you, to help you deal with Ben. Whatever his motivations were, he was proving that you could count on him.

“Okay,” you gave him another smile,”Why don’t we find a quiet spot to sit somewhere? Get away from the crowd for a bit?”

Michael nodded in relief and followed you to the bar until you found a spot away from all the noise but still close enough for Ben to see you both.

You ordered drinks and tried your best to bring Michael out of his shell, which proved harder than you thought.

“So what do you do for fun then?” you asked.

“Fun?” he shook his head with a little smile,”Fun is nothing but a distraction, I mean look at them…I can practically hear their brain cells deteriorating, one drink at a time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh,”Okay, but you don’t need to be drunk to have fun.”

“I’m here to graduate and secure the best future I can for myself, that’s the only thing that matters,” he continued to ignore your question.

“Right,” you sighed.

“We don’t all have mummy and daddy’s money to fall back on,” he explained, letting his eyes meet yours,”As you know, I think.”

You nodded,”Yeah, unfortunately I do. It’s just me and my mum, we’re not bad off but…ever since dad died it hasn’t been that easy, money wise.”

“I’m sorry, that must have been a hard loss to deal with,” he spoke softly, his sudden empathy taking you by surprise.

You shrugged,”Thanks. It happened years ago, it’s fine, I’m used to it by now.”

Just as you were starting to give up your attempts at keeping the conversation light Michael turned the question back around. “So, what do you do for fun then, Y/N?” he asked. 

He seemed relieved when you responded with a smile.“Me? I don’t know, I hang out with friends, we go see movies or get something to eat mostly. Sometimes we go out and I get a little drunk. But not too often, wouldn’t want to kill those precious brain cells.”

Michael laughed at that and then shook his head,”Very funny.”

“I know,” you teased, making him smile some more and you felt proud at finally making him feel a little more relaxed.

“What else?” he asked, now actively doing his best to keep the conversation going.

“Sometimes I take a guy back up to my room,” you blurted out, causing Michael to blush.

“Of course you do,” he nodded.

You took another sip from your drink while you kept your eyes on him,”You ever taken a girl up to your room, Gavey?”

He shook his head with a grin,“Is that your clever way of asking me if I am a virgin?”

“Are you?”

He blushed again and avoided looking at you.

“You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to,” you quickly added, realizing you were probably overstepping but he just nodded his head.

”It’s okay,” he shrugged,”I mean…it’s not like it’s a secret. I’m a virgin, there. Happy now?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think, as long as you’re happy with that choice. I mean, several of my girl friends are virgins, it’s nothing to be ashamed of and it’s not as uncommon as you’d think.”

“Really?” he asked, seemingly comforted by your words.

“It’s not that big of a deal anyway,” you continued,”Having sex with someone isn’t going to fundamentally change you, it’s just sex.”

“Trust me, for someone who hasn’t had it…it’s not just sex.”

You nodded with a soft smile,”Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“And…don’t you think that it should fundamentally change you?” he then added,”Being with the right person, I mean…otherwise what’s the point?”

“The point is to cum, Michael,” you answered bluntly and he laughed at your words, almost choking on his drink.

”Sex is fun, anything else is just what books and movies would like you to believe,” you added,”It’s not like that in real life.”

“You don’t believe in true love then?”

“True love?” you shook your head and laughed,”Oh please, you do? You actually want to wait for the right person to come along before you have sex with someone? What if she, or he, never comes along?”

Michael just shook his head,”First of all, it’s she. And second of all…I guess I’m better off alone than with the wrong person, don’t you think?”

You rolled your eyes,”You’re so naive.”

“And you’re so bitter,” he answered quickly.

“Yeah, well, having Ben as an ex will do that to you.”

“Maybe you should think twice before fucking someone then,” he blurted out.

You looked at him,”Okay, that’s kind of rude.”

“What? Am I wrong?” he continued,”How well did you even know him before you slept with him? And how many other guys like him were there?”

“That’s…none of your fucking business.”

“What? I showed you mine but you’re not going to show me yours? That means the answer is plenty, I guess,” he answered his own question and you wanted to punch him. Who did this guy think he is?

”You shouldn’t be so willing to spend time with assholes,” Michael then added.

“You know what, you’re absolutely right, Gavey,” you gave him an angry look and moved away from him and out of your seat.

“Shit,” Michael sighed,”Wait…fuck, I’m sorry.”

He rushed after you and reached for your hand, pulling you back to him,”Wait, please, don’t go, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I just…I don’t know how to talk to girls.”

“You can’t keep using that as an excuse to be a dick.”

“I know,” he sighed,”I know. I'm sorry.”

He was still holding your hand in his and much to your surprise it didn’t feel unpleasant, quite the contrary. You squeezed his hand and he let go instantly, as if he just realized he was still touching you.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s…fine.” You weren’t sure if he was still apologizing for his words or because he grabbed you but you realized it didn’t matter. Your urge to flee was gone now.

“Sit back down with me?” he asked,”Please?”

You nodded and followed him and you both sat down again, in silence.

“I’ve never even kissed anyone,” Michael blurted out after a while.

“You haven’t?” you asked, genuinely surprised,”Why not?”

He blushed but smiled, clearly embarrassed by his own confession,”Girls just don’t look at me and see something they want, I guess.”

“Maybe you should try being a little nicer then,” you pointed out.

He shook his head,”I used to be…nicer, it didn’t matter. They take one look at me and bail so…now I don’t even bother.”

“There’s nothing wrong with how you look,” you tried to reassure him but he gave you a knowing look.

“Come on now, I already called you a bad liar once, don’t make me say it again.”

You shook your head but smiled.”Okay, fine, so the clothes could use an upgrade and…maybe you’re not conventionally handsome,” you tried to explain and Michael just started laughing.

“That’s the most polite way I’ve ever been called ugly.”

“You’re not ugly!” you objected,”That’s my whole point, it’s like…oh, it’s like Adam Driver, you know that Star Wars guy?”

“You're really asking a nerd if he knows Star Wars?” he teased you.

“Okay, so Adam Driver isn’t conventionally attractive either but he’s got tons of fangirls everywhere who adore him.”

“Yeah, well, my fangirls seem to be absent, for now.”

You smiled and let your eyes meet his.”You have really pretty eyes,” you then confessed,”And you’re really tall and lean. Girls like that. And your hands are…really nice and…your lips look very soft.”

Michael was blushing hard now and he looked away from you but his lips curled up into a warm smile.”Thanks,” he whispered.

“My point is you’re not ugly, Michael,” you added,”And I’m sorry if people made you feel that way.”

He sighed with a smile,”Thank you. It’s just…I thought it would have happened by now, you know, that first kiss. It’s stupid and I don’t even care but…I just wish…”

“Do you want to kiss me?” you blurted out.

He shook his head with a shy smile,”No, I don’t want your pity kiss, it’s fine.”

“It wouldn’t be like that.”

“Oh, really? What would it be like then?”

“Well…we’re trying to convince Ben we’re fucking, right? If he sees us kiss that might make it more believable. So it’s not a pity kiss, you’d be helping me out with the plan. It’s a win-win.”

He stayed quiet.

“But it’s okay if you don’t want to,” you added,”If you want to wait for the right person, I get it, no pressure…”

“No, I don’t,” he interrupted you, quietly, as if he was surprised by his own words,”I mean I…want to…I want to kiss you.”

“You sure?” you checked.

He nodded eagerly, putting a smile on your face.

“I’m sure,” he confirmed,”I just…I don’t know…how to do it right.”

You turned to face him and allowed yourself to really look at him. His beautiful sincere eyes and that deep blush on his cheeks, the way his mouth twitched nervously as he tried to avoid your eyes but also couldn’t stop himself from wanting to look at you. You had never in your life met anyone like Michael, he was insufferable at times but he was also the purest soul you’d ever met. 

And you wanted to kiss him with every fibre of your being.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him,”We’ll start slow. Look at me.”

His eyes met yours and you could tell he was struggling to keep direct eye contact, he was so flushed already and you hadn’t even touched him yet.

“Keep looking at me,” you asked firm but gentle.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, breaking eye contact.

“That’s alright,” you gave him an encouraging smile,”Maybe we should…take these off.”

Your hands reached for his glasses and you carefully took them off and placed them on the table next to you.

“Is that better?” you asked.

“You’re all blurry now.”

You smiled,“Well, I’ll just have to get a little closer then.” 

You inched closer to him on the couch and Michael turned so you were both facing each other. You were so close to him now you could feel his warm breath on your lips.

“This better?” you asked softly,”Can you see me now?”

Michael nodded nervously, his blue eyes locked with yours.”I see you,” he whispered.

“Good,” you smiled and then you both just stared at each other, letting him get used to being this close to you.

After a little while you carefully moved your hand up to gently trace your fingers over his cheek. His breath hitched at the contact.

“It’s alright,” you whispered and gently cupped his cheek in your hand,”Don’t be nervous, it’s alright.”

Michael’s eyes closed for a moment as he leaned into your palm. You ignored the way your heart melted at the gesture. Then you leaned in closer, his nose gently bumping against yours before you leaned in further and kissed him softly. It was just a peck of your lips against his but it was enough to set off a very unexpected spark in you.

You looked at each other again. Michael’s gaze was hungry but he didn’t move, patiently waiting for you to make the next move and guide him through it.

“Just follow my lead, okay?” you whispered.

“Hmm,” he nodded.

You kissed him again, just as soft as the first one but this time you opened your mouth slightly to move your lips against his and he reciprocated immediately. 

His lips were incredibly soft, as you has expected, and he tasted of mint and the sweet fruity soda he’d been drinking and he kissed you as if you were the best thing he'd ever tasted. When you carefully teased his bottom lip with your tongue he was quick to do the same, slipping his tongue into your mouth and deepening the kiss.

He didn’t need much more guidance after that. His technique might be clumsy and he was a little over eager but he was also a goddamn natural. You felt dizzy from how good it felt to have his lips on yours and after a few minutes you were panting into his mouth and had to stop yourself from crawling into his lap. 

What was happening?

You were clinging to his neck with both hands, needing to touch him but he still hadn’t touched you back. His hands were nervously digging into the fabric of the couch as he whimpered into the kiss.

“Put your hands on me,” you breathed,”Please, Michael.”

He whimpered again at the sound of his name from your lips and then his hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he teased your tongue with his and kissed you even deeper.

You were drowning in him. All the other guys you had kissed before were nothing but a distant memory and you’d give them all up in a heartbeat if you could just remember this one kiss. 

Who knew nerds could kiss like that?

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but after a while you leaned back to get some air, your lips red and swollen and still aching for more of him.

Michael’s entire face was flushed a deep red and he was breathing so hard it was making you lose focus.

“Fuck,” he breathed,”Was that…was that okay?”

You couldn’t help but laugh and you pressed your forehead against his and nodded while biting your lip.

When Michael noticed he leaned in and bit your lip as well, then pulled you in for another long, slow kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered afterwards,”God…what have you done to me?…I don’t want to stop…I just…please can we keep kissing?”

You innocently kissed his cheek and then moved your lips down, kissing and licking the curve of his neck and his collar bone until Michael whimpered into your ear. His hands firmly clinging to your back.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Michael was cursing under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” 

“I’m..I’m hard,” he confessed with another whimper,”Fuck, I’m so fucking hard.”

You just smiled at him,”Yeah, a few good kisses will do that to you.”

You continued kissing his neck, relishing in the soft little moans spilling from his lips and then you noticed how he was bucking his hips up, seeking for contact that wasn’t there, desperate for some friction or relief.

You moved one hand over his hip and then down to his inner thigh, the huge bulge in his pants was growing right before your eyes and it made you absolutely feral. You hadn’t planned for this at all, you’d just wanted to kiss him and maybe tease him a little bit. But having him squirming under your hands now and moaning so desperately into your ear you realized you wanted to give him so much more.

“You want me to take care of it?” you whispered into his ear, caressing his erection slowly. Michael just moaned and buried his face against your neck while he nodded his head.

“I’m going to assume you’ve never had a blow job before,” you whispered to him,”Would you like one?”

He looked up into your eyes, shock all over his face as he breathed,”I…no, I haven’t…obviously I…fuck…Are you for real?You would…you would do that? With me?”

“Do you want me to?” you asked softly.

“Yes,” he breathed,”God, fuck yes…yes. Please. Please.”

You pulled out of his arms, making him whine in frustration at the loss of contact but it was forgotten quickly when you took his hand and dragged him with you towards the bathrooms. 

Ben smirked at you both as you passed by him but neither you or Michael noticed.

You pushed Michael inside one of the stalls and locked the door behind you.

He was quick to grab you by your hips and push you up against the door while he kissed you again. You reciprocated eagerly, letting your hands caress all over his messy hair, down to his chest and then his stomach.

When you started fumbling with his belt Michael started cursing again, trying his hardest to keep it together. His hands moved over your ass and tried to push up your dress but you stopped him.

“What?” he asked, disappointment all over his pretty face.

“This is about you tonight, not me.”

“No, I wanna touch you, please, let me touch you,” he whined.

“Not tonight,” you pulled his pants down, freeing his erection and it made the both of you gasp out loud, for very different reasons. He was big, exceptionally big, and really beautiful, and so fucking hard. You knew he must have been desperate for that sweet release.

You bit your lip and leaned in to whisper into his ear,”I want to put my mouth on you, Michael, is that okay?”

He nodded quickly, his breathing picking up again. ”Yes, yes,” he whimpered,”Oh god, please…please. It’s so painfully hard, just…just touch it please.”

No guy had ever begged so beautifully before and it had you down on your knees so easily, your eyes looking up at him while you carefully placed your hand over his length and started jerking him, slowly. He sighed in relief at your touch, eyes closing in a blissful moan.

You couldn’t help but smile up at him.”You’d better not cum on me within two seconds, Gavey,” you warned him with a teasing grin.

Michael laughed in between heavy breaths,”Can’t make any promises.”

And then your mouth was on him and all he was left with were heavy moans and whimpers as he fought very hard not to burst on the spot.

His hands were nervously balled into fists until you grabbed them and guided them into your hair, giving him something to hold onto. He caressed your scalp so gently it was pulling at your heart strings and distracted you from what you were doing for a moment. 

You took him deeper into your mouth, all the while jerking the rest of him in your hand. Michael’s fingers tightened into your hair while his hips bucked forward desperately. The moans spilling from his lips were enough to make your cunt throb for him but you had meant what you said. Tonight wasn’t about you. You just wanted to make him feel good and you knew he wasn’t going to last long anyway.

When you started moaning around his cock he was done for and he finally gave in, holding the back of your head while he fucked up into your mouth with hard short thrusts, making tears spill from your eyes and the next thing you knew he was spilling into your mouth with a muffled cry. 

He wanted to pull out but you didn’t let him, keen to swallow every last hot drop and make him cry even more.

“Oh god, oh holy shit, that was…fuck, that was so good,” he was babbling again and trying to catch his breath, coming down from his high and you smirked while you wiped your mouth.

He was quick to pull you back up into his arms and into a deep, hungry kiss.

“Fuck,” he breathed, licking into your mouth,”I can…I can taste myself on your tongue…that’s so fucking hot.”

When he cupped your face he could feel the tears on your cheek and he pulled back, looking at you while he gently wiped them away.

“Made you cry,” he whispered and then he leaned in to place a few soft kisses on your cheeks, taking his time to gently kiss your tears away,”Sorry…I’m sorry.”

His soft and sweet caresses almost made you want to cry for real.

You grabbed his wrists and leaned back,”It’s okay, they’re not real tears, having a dick shoved down your throat will do that to you.”

“Oh. I didn’t…hurt you, did I?”

You smiled softly and shook your head,”No, you didn’t hurt me, Michael, you’re good.”

You wanted to step back but he was quick to place his hands on your hips and keep you in place. His eyes were staring at you, satisfied and tired but also still hungry and you smiled softly and shook your head.

“No, not tonight,” you whispered.

“Come on, why not? Aren’t you horny as fuck right now? Don’t you want me to…touch you?” he leaned in to place a soft lingering kiss on your lips,”Don’t you want me to fuck you?”

You almost gave in right then but you pulled away and shook your head.”Shouldn’t your actual first time be in a soft, comfortable bed with candles and sweet music?” And someone you actually love?

He smirked,”You just sucked me off in a dirty bathroom stall and it was the best experience of my life, you think I care about music and candles?”

You couldn’t help but laugh.”I think you’ve had enough firsts for one night.”

You pushed him back and he didn’t object this time even though his face was clouded in obvious disappointment.

“Next time then?” he asked hopeful and relief flooded his features when you smiled and nodded.

How could you refuse him anything when he looked at you like that? 

You leaned in to place a soft lingering kiss on his lips, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach,“Yeah, maybe next time."

[storiesabouteli]

BitterSweet // Elijah Hewson X Reader.

requests: (1) pre-relationship!eli with an incrediblyyy oblivious and socially awkward girl that kinda avoided him bc he’s very charismatic and lowkey a fuckboy so she think he’s fucking with her 😭😭 and eli is tryna pursue her and making it obvious that he takes her really seriously + (2) i was just wondering if you could write an imagine where eli helps the reader with her anxiety / through an anxiety attack or something similar?

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You had enjoyed the band; they were instrumentally solid, and their lyrics were captivating. Live, they were even better. Eli, drenched to the point that his hair was soaked, let out soft groans in between sung syllables. This was just the soundcheck, and though only a few fans were around, he was performing like it was the real thing.

“Think we can tweak it a bit more?” His voice pulled you back, a warning that you might be getting in over your head. Eli chuckled, eyes trailing over you from top to bottom with a slight smirk. You couldn’t tell if it was meant to intimidate, mock, or if he just found you pathetic.

“Of course,” you replied quietly, certain no one else heard. The walk over felt longer in your mind as the guys watched, and you reached for the guitar in his hands. His swift movement to pull the strap off revealed hints of muscle, all the pale skin and the brief brush of his arm, warm and damp with sweat, replayed in your mind.

“Will you be around?” His voice was deeper, smoother than when he sang, with a lazy edge that was almost too pleasant to listen to. You were getting paid for this entire experience. “It’s my job.” He raised his brows, that same confident grin tugging at his lips. You avoided direct eye contact, though you glanced at him from the corners of your eyes. You didn’t mean to sound so blunt. You were only here to set up the studio for their album recording—a short period, and soon enough, you wouldn’t see them again.

You liked them well enough, but Eli had that vibe of the guy who would’ve bullied you in high school. You thought you were past that. “I’ll be around,” you said more clearly, finally looking him in the eyes. He nodded, making a mental note of your face up close and the matching brand of your boots and his. Your delicate hand passed the guitar back to him, and he couldn’t resist; it was too easy.

“Thanks, pet. I’ll be needing you again soon.” Your gaze dropped quickly as you backed away. Josh overheard and laughed, while Eli turned a bit pink—no regrets, though. You knew guys like him. You’d worked with bands before, and you understood better than to let whatever that was get to you.

…

You only spoke when asked, keeping things strictly professional. Eli was openly watching you, blatantly, if honest. The producers asked you questions now and then, and you always responded, they’d nod and follow your advice right after. Eli already thought you were smart, which only made him more intrigued. You were focused, a little shy, content within your own bubble; he admired that. It was obvious you were fine like that, and he was bothering you, but he didn’t know any other way to approach you.

“Hey, uh…” he started, sitting across from you at lunch. Once again, you were alone, not in a bad way, just enjoying your break. “What’re you listening to?” You lifted one side of your headphones to hear him. He cleared his throat, needing to repeat the question before you could answer.

“It’s not the first time you ignore me like that, and I like it.” You had to bite your lip but still laughed, as if he were too much to believe.

“The Strokes,” you showed him your phone, sipping your Coke. You fidgeted with the strap of your white tank top, which happened to be just like the one he often wore—and was wearing now. Along with the boots, it was oddly charming.

“I love The Strokes, real teenage throwback. What are your favorites?” He smiled wide, a grin he hadn’t seen all day, feeling confident this was going well.

“See? We have so much in common,” he teased, even though, so far, it was just the band and clothes.

“I’m not a big fan,” you shrugged, “I think his voice is lazy and dragged out, not really my style, though the instrumental’s good.” His heart sank a little. You spoke so casually, completely unaware of the impact. Eli hadn’t found flirting so difficult before.

“All right,” he glanced around, watching you look at your empty plate instead of his eyes. “Did you enjoy yesterday? What did you think of the show?”

You briefly thought of the awkward moment adjusting his guitar with everyone watching and how he’d been appearing more and more on your social media—not him directly, but clips of him with fans. You’d even gained some random followers from being spotted with the band. Your feed was flooded with videos of him leaning close to a girl at the edge of the stage, his damp curls brushing her face. She’d clung to him, and he clearly loved the attention, even stopping post-show to chat and connect with everyone. It was an energy you didn’t have. You’d once wanted to be more like him but were now comfortable being reserved. He was just naturally good at it.

Then there was one photo—a girl holding his face in an intimate kiss—that made you pause. A fan captioned that Eli would make a perfect boyfriend, even if they weren’t together anymore. She was gorgeous, and he looked like he belonged with her. Him talking to you felt off, like he was doing it out of pity; you weren’t even on the same page.

“I really enjoyed it. You guys are very good.” You were honest, forcing a smile and pushing away your thoughts to show you meant it.

Eli wasn’t convinced of that. “Good to know. We’re close enough now to hang out and maybe share a cigarette or two.” You looked up at him, his hazel eyes gleaming, his freckles glowing with a hint of blush. He had that high-school-crush look, but it still didn’t make sense.

“Can’t you talk like a normal person?” In your mind, the question hadn’t sounded so hard.

“I don’t know; this way I get to keep talking to you, don’t I?” He raised his brows as looked away, noticing the rest of the band watching from another table. He could be over there, so why wasn’t he?

He dropped a crumpled napkin on the table and waited, saying he’d be persistent later when you just nodded, unsure what to expect. You were about to speak, and it was warming to see him actually paying attention, his caramel eyes fixed on you, his whole body focused—until he nudged the table, spilling half of the Coke onto your white top.

“Sorry,” his accent thickened, sending a jolt of anxiety through you. People glanced over, and Eli began wiping the spot, his hand brushing over the stain.

“It’s not helping,” you said, touching his shoulder. “Eli, it’s fine; you’re just making it worse.” Your firm tone made him stop, realizing you were right.

You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling a little embarrassed, and he quickly noticed. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his black button-down and handed it over for you to wear. It wasn’t like you could refuse; you still had the whole afternoon before you could head home and change.

“Sorry, like, the flirting’s intentional, yeah, but I wouldn’t ever mean to harm you.”

You fiddled with his shirt, playing with the buttons. It smelled nice. He was now in a tank top like yours, and you remembered mentioning how you liked his arms before to the voices inside your head.

You cleared the table, picking up his napkin too, and he watched as you tossed his number into the trash on your way out.

“These things happen, I guess,” he chuckled, getting the closest he’d come to a genuine smile from you. The lighthearted way you suggested he’d done it on purpose; if he’d known that smile would come out, he certainly would have.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give it back,” you reassured him, grateful he wasn’t phased by the incident, though disappointed the conversation had ended, even if it wasn’t going great. At least it was something, and he got to appreciate how well his shirt suited you the rest of the day.

“It’s yours now, ma’am.”

…

At home, you made yourself dinner, still wearing his shirt. Sure, you told yourself it was just because of the chill, but deep down, you knew you wanted his scent—cologne mixed with a hint of cigarettes—lingering around you. Despite your reluctance, you eventually washed and dried it to return it properly. As you lay down in bed, a wave of mental relief washed over you, savoring the solitude after spending nearly the whole day with them fine-tuning songs. You picked up your phone, intending to scroll until you drifted off, when an Instagram notification popped up. Opening it, you saw he’d followed you and even sent a message. You set your phone aside for a moment, feeling like he was physically there; somehow, it made no difference.

When you accepted the request and opened the DM, the first thing you saw was a picture: a can of Diet Coke spilling onto his jeans, captioned with, “Thinking of you.” You couldn’t help but laugh softly to yourself. Eli probably thought it was funny—maybe it was, in a way. “You there? Am I getting ignored online too?” It made you realize you'd left the chat open, staring blankly. “Sorry, was busy,” you replied, though you instantly regretted it, realizing you could've been friendlier.

The typing dots popped up again, followed by, “With something more important than me?” You had to admit, his shameless confidence was quite charming. “Washing your shirt to return it. Hopefully, you won’t try that again xx,” you replied, heart-reacting to the Coke photo he’d sent. You didn’t want him to think you were actually ignoring him. After a pause, just as you were about to drift off, his final message came through. It was a voice note, low tone, a little sleepy, smooth.

“Uh, don’t see the problem, you know? Got to talk to you, and now you’ll return my shirt with your scent on it. You’re making this hard for me.” You could practically hear him smiling through the words, and once again, you found yourself grinning into your blankets.

…

You know those days that just aren't good? Your eyes ached, and there was a sharp pain in your head. Before entering the studio, some girls in Inhaler shirts were gathered near the entrance. They greeted you, and you nodded back, answering a few quick questions about them. You were polite, so one of them handed you her number, asking if you could give it to Eli. You took the slip of paper—it seemed routine, as if he received these often. She was beautiful. Your mind wandered to the number of girls chasing after him, not just here, but everywhere.

"Bobby’s sick; they’re not coming in today." One of the producers announced, and you felt a bit guilty for being relieved. Today, you didn't want to see anyone. It was hard to explain—if you knew how to avoid it, you would. Your chest felt like it was being crushed, heart racing, the familiar grip of anxiety that you just couldn’t make stop. As you thought about leaving, it hit you that you'd have to pass by those girls outside and take the bus home alone. You also worried about the delay in recordings, though you didn’t think Bobby should be there if he was unwell.

"Uh, you here by yourself? We won’t be recording today; thought someone might’ve told you. I just needed to grab my stuff." Eli shook his lighter, a rescuer in disguise. You held a cigarette between your fingers, hoping it would distract you, but you were restless, tapping your boot on the floor and fumbling in your pocket for your own lighter to no avail. He didn’t seem to notice anything wrong—at least he didn’t show it. His curls were perfectly in place, his jacket pulled over his arms, and that familiar, inviting smile. He’d clearly spent some time talking outside.

You opened your mouth, numb lips struggling to hide how off you felt, but no words came. He stepped close, his rings catching the light, and you focused on how nice his hand looked—a random, sudden thought that made you frown slightly. "Let me help," he whispered, his minty breath brushing your face. With the cigarette at your lips, you kept patting your jeans for the lighter. This was the closest you’d ever been to Eli; his fringe touched your forehead, and you realized how easily you could rest your head on his shoulder if you just leaned in. He sparked the lighter, holding it to your cigarette, his scent dizzying. His hand brushed your shoulder, and you wanted more. His calm eyes took in your vacant look as his fingers traced down your arm. For the first time, you couldn’t look at anything but his steady gaze. His freckles seemed to judge you silently, wondering why you had no control over yourself.

Seeing you weren’t taking a drag, he pulled the cigarette from your lips and placed it in his. "You can hear me, right?" His thumb brushed your palm, and you focused on your breathing as your eyes began to water. Eli was patient, his calm presence grounding you as you tried to steady yourself. Holding your hand, he gently pressed it to his chest so you could feel his heartbeat—thankfully steady. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "Feel that, love?" Closing your eyes, still feeling overwhelmed, you listened to his words. "Just breathe with me. You’re not alone; it’s all gonna be fine." His voice was a balm, and slowly, it started to sink in.

"You’re doing great; you wouldn’t even need me here," he said softly, matching your small laugh with his own. Your knees gave way slightly, and he held you by the waist, you were closer than ever before. "We can just sit here until you’re alright, yeah?" You nodded, sinking to the floor beside him, surrounded by a few guitars. You toyed with the rings on his fingers, finding it a welcome distraction, and he didn’t mind. Exhausted, as you always seemed to feel, Eli noticed your tired, red eyes and pulled you against him. It was only his shoulder, but you let yourself lean in. He took a drag from the cigarette, ready to toss it aside to focus on you, but you took it from him, repeating his movements.

"So, that’s our first kiss," he murmured, his usual flirty tone and smug grin returning. He seemed proud. "What?" you muttered, throat sore, but he didn’t need to hear it; he saw it on your lips. His free hand slid along your back, keeping you close, wanting to distract you from your own mind. He was good at it.

"The cigarette’s a swap of saliva, right? That counts." You wrinkled your nose, thinking how typical it was for him to come up with something like that. You put out the cigarette, tossing the butt away. Nicotine didn’t help much, but it was something—it was human nature, and you understood that. He noticed your shy smile, his effect on you having its way. "Not funny, Eli. I don’t get why you do this," you murmured, exhaustion pulling your eyes closed, though you stayed nestled against his soft shoulder. He swallowed, realizing you weren’t playing a game; you were just oblivious.

"One of the fans outside even gave me her number to give to you." Your tone was gentle, though the crumpled paper in your hand suggested you had some opinion on it. "You think I’m just messing around with you?" He took your face in his hand, studying your troubled eyes. "Why would I do that? I wouldn’t flirt with you if I didn’t mean it. I don’t know how to be more obvious."

The firmness in his voice cut through like the edge of a blade. Now it was his turn to look at you like a puzzle piece he couldn’t quite figure out. You stared at him like he’d just spoken in another language, your brow furrowing in confusion. “Aren’t you? I mean… isn’t this just, like, a thing you do? Flirt with people for fun?” Oddly enough he was still comfortable, Eli could be anything but scary.

He looked at you, serious, shaking his head slightly, as if letting you slip through his fingers was out of the question.

Eli raised an eyebrow, his grin slipping. “Is that what you think of me?”

You fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know. I mean, you’re… you know…” Your voice dropped as if admitting the truth was embarrassing. “You’re you.”

He leaned closer, his voice low but insistent. “And what if ‘me’ wants you? What if I’m serious ‘bout this?”

Your eyes shot up to his, wide and startled, but you quickly looked away. “You’re not.”

“Yeah, I am,” Eli said, his gaze more serious now, one of those looks you couldn’t avoid. “I don’t just flirt with everyone. I don’t chase people. But I’m chasing you. What’s it gonna take for you to get that?”

His chest had been racing, but it started to calm as he took in your parted lips and the tears lingering in your eyes. He knew he was overwhelming you at a tough moment, and he hated that. His fingertips traced the bridge of your nose, lightly outlining your soft lines, enjoying how close you allowed him to be. “Are you okay, little one?” he asked softly, the edge of his jacket brushing your cheek to wipe away the last of your tears.

“Yeah,” you replied, the incident finally slipping away as you looked back at him, unable to focus on anything else. His careful eyes, the freckles scattered like constellations, each carrying its own name that you gave them—it was hard to think of anything but them. “God, I must’ve been such an idiot, right?”

He chuckled, his laugh warm and steady against you. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, gentle but grounding, repeating it a few times as if to anchor you. You rested your head against his chest, nestling your face there, feeling the safety of his warmth. Your arms wrapped around his waist, a quiet comfort settling in.

“You weren’t an idiot. If anything, I’ve been bugging you since I got here.” You murmured a soft agreement, and he laughed again.

“But it worked, didn’t it? What do you say?”

You hid yourself a bit more in his embrace, feeling good, as he held you close, content to be your shield.

…

There was a comfortable weight draped over you, not unpleasant in the slightest. Your legs were tangled up with his, and you could feel his breath against your shoulder, soon followed by a series of light kisses and playful bites. You laughed into him, accepting your fate, and hugged him tighter. “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice sounding even better with that just-woke-up rasp. You glanced around, fully taking in the scene. His hand rested on your waist, his touch warm, and he was amazing at reading you, always respecting your pace.

“No one’s here yet. I’m not about to get you in trouble.” You smiled back at him, genuinely relieved.

“So you’re gonna hide us from them, huh?” he teased. “Hurts my feelings a little, y’know?” You looked down at your feet, ready to counter him, but before you could, his face was close again. He pressed a soft, wet kiss to your cheek. His messy curls tickled you, and you ended up laughing.

“When I make you nervous like this…” he traced his thumb along your hands, which were colder than your hot cheeks. “Is it a bad thing? Does it bother you?”

You met his gaze, smiling with your lip caught between your teeth. “I like how you talk to me, Eli. I just… don’t know how to deal with it right away.”

He nodded, his smile warm. “Good. I like that—it’s cute how you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

So effortlessly, he pulled the same reaction from you as before. The two of you kept talking, stealing these quiet moments before anyone arrived. Eli picked up on your hesitance with him, knowing you thought he was too charismatic for someone like you. But he also made it clear he didn’t mind your quieter world; he’d be just as happy living in it if you’d have him there.

Later that day, you ended up with his jacket draped over your shoulders and his hand resting gently on your back. You got to listen Bobby complimented you, saying you were better at adjusting his bass than any of the past techs they’d worked with. The way he talked about you was similar to how Eli did, which made you suspect Eli had already mentioned you to them before, even without knowing you well yet. None of them questioned your sudden closeness with Eli, not even when he introduced you like they didn’t all already know who you were. They were welcoming, you felt at ease.

 Eli’s hand slipped from your waist slowly, your smile softening as he looked at you. He was enjoying the way things were going. “I’m gonna grab us some food,” he said, tilting your chin up and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “And a Diet Coke too.”

 You grinned, your smile so wide it showed all your teeth. “Want me to come with you?” Before either of you could say more, Ryan appeared with a question about drum kits, and Eli could see in your eyes that you wanted to answer.

 “I’ll be right back, I promise, little one,” he chuckled, leaving you with them. Minutes later, Ryan mentioned, “It’s great that Eli managed to finally talk to you. We’ve been hoping to catch you since that project you worked on with Miles.”

 The statement was so casual that you raised your eyebrows, realizing it had been over two years since that project—quite some time if you thought about it. “You guys were looking for me?”

 Ryan nodded, as if it were obvious. “Actually, Elijah suggested it. He’s into the albums you worked on. It took a while—you’re not exactly easy to track down.” You laughed, looking at them, struck by how Eli had admired your work for much longer than you’d ever realized. You’d thought he was out of reach, yet he’d appreciated your work from the start.

 “Don’t break our boy’s heart, alright? We’d have to side with you then, but we’d rather not,” Josh added with a smirk, and you felt your face heat up just as Eli returned, grinning, with a Diet Coke and fries in hand.

 You figured maybe you could handle this, after all.

[cannellee]

Who were the other options you had in mind for parhetic alphas, considering you said there were so many choices for the number 3 place before you gave it to Hakkai? Who is in the top 10 pathetic whipped Alphas?

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! tokyorev x omega! reader (pairing : shinichiro, takemichi, hakkai, yamagishi, angry, naoto, kisaki, shion, kazutora, hanma)

— top 10 pathetic alphas of tokyorev (part. 1)

I struggled a bit to finish this, I honestly don't think there are 10 real pathetic men, shinichiro and takemichi easily take the first places. but after them, it's hard to choose. it's obviously not extremely representative but here's my thoughts on this!

MY MASTERLIST : ☆

𐙚. N°1 : ALPHA! SHINICHIRO

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𐙚. N° 2 : ALPHA! TAKEMICHI

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𐙚. N°3 : ALPHA! HAKKAI

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𐙚. N° 4 : ALPHA! YAMAGISHI

yamagishi is an awkward nerd who never felt the touch of an omega, he's sweating buckets the first time you initiate skinship. it feels too unreal to him, you have him malfunctioning and you simply enjoy his panicked look.

he's such a beta-passing alpha and that's what he's most insecure about, despite being told he needs to toughen up, he can't help but crave your validation. people often mock him for how your roles seem to have been exchanged, but what else is he supposed to do when his goddess of an omega talks ever so sweetly to him like that ?

you often laugh at him whenever he acts all serious and tough, you love it when he tries to impress you that way, thinking the way he glances at you to judge your reactions is subtle (it's not), but you play along and give him the attention he needs.

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𐙚. N° 5 : ALPHA! ANGRY

of course angry is on the list. he's so sensitive and attentive, always carefully analysing your reactions and what you say to him, making sure he never upsets his lovely omega.

you're such an important person to angry that he can't help but let his whole world spin around you like you're his sun. he cooks, he cleans and gives plenty of gifts. whatever you want is yours in the minute. he'll cry if you get mad at him or even show him the slightest form of disapproval. if you refuse to talk to him, he throws the little pride he had to beg and plead for you to look at him again.

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𐙚. N° 6 : ALPHA! NAOTO

naoto isn't that pathetic, but shy and nervous enough to stir up funny reactions from him whenever he's around you. what's best, is how composed he is with everyone else but you. he acts all serious and shit, but all of that crumble when you're looking at him with your big doe eyes, sweetly smiling at him.

how could such a tall and honorable alpha fold so fast for a tiny omega such as yourself ? that's what everyone is wondering. but naoto doesn't care about stupid gender roles and simply embraces the fact that you make him double check himself when you're about to meet up.

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𐙚. N° 7 : ALPHA! KISAKI

bro started a whole war and killed people 'for' his omega, you can't tell me this isn't pathetic behaviour. see it however you like, but when kisaki sets his eyes on something or someone, he is obssessed. never lets you out of his sight, desperately scenting you, having people spy on you... in my opinion, kisaki is giving stalker vibes and only loosers choose that option : they're too scared to confront their crush and end up caring for them from a distance.

kisaki is a red flag who wants to keep control of his omega but at the same, can't keep the conversation going because of his sweaty hands and sloppy speech. however, while some alphas are okay with appearing weaker, kisaki hates that and absolutely despises the way you make him feel. he has little outbursts here and there if you jokingly bring it up.

he just can't wait to make you his, turn you into a submissive omega who won't dare mock him anymore whenever he gets nervous. but for now, he'll settle for the photos he took of you and your faint scent of honey and candy lingering on his jacket after you grabbed his arms.

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𐙚. N° 8 : ALPHA! SHION

shion isn't exactly pathetic, he's just a dumb alpha who absolutely can't resist your manipulation and mind games. I don't remember where exactly I saw this, but it's somehow popular in the fandom (I think?) that shion is a bit of a himbo, and I agree.

he's got the muscles, but honestly, you outbrain him easily. yes, he's aggressive and yes, he does bark and bite. but not towards his omega! he follows exactly what you say without even fully grasping the whole situation, point someone with your finger and you can be sure shion is jumping on him, convinced he offended you. his protectiveness is just genuine and has that comical simplicity.

he might overcomplicate your relationships with others and see a rival in any of them. you have to be careful with your words just in case he misunderstands them and causes a huge ruckus.

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𐙚. N° 9 : ALPHA! KAZUTORA

similarly, kazutora isn't exactly pathetic but has his own special ways of showing he's interested which would make him worthy of the 9th place.

alpha kazutora who's absolutely wrecked and deranged by his background and relationship with mikey, can do no good. still, he has learned ways to control himself as to not scare you off. which is why he'd rather stay away from you and instead, look at you from a distance. he's very subtle actually so you won't ever catch him staring.

but what makes him slightly pathetic is how delusional he is about your relationship while still being insecure. he'll get aggressive at times when he senses a tiny bit of disinterest from you and get mad. he's toxic and hopeless, but can't make up his mind to leave you alone. his contradictory spirit is very hard to grasp, but what's clear is his dependance on you, his innocent omega. he's constantly checking and making sure you love him, asking questions he expects only one answer to. he's jealous and paranoid, often clinging to you and asking for your forgiveness if his possessiveness pushed him to go too far.

overall, it's his emotional instability which makes kazutora pathetic.

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𐙚. N° 10 : ALPHA! HANMA

hanma isn't pathetic at all, but I had to find someone for the last one sooo.

he isn't pathetic but he just has little to no regard to his dignity as an alpha and as a person. he likes the thrill of trying new things and getting out of his comfort zone, which is exactly what his sweet omega urges him to.

you like that side of hanma, you can do whatever and he'll let you, simply because he enjoys the unexpected, being surprised and not being stuck in a routine.

you can be temperamental, vulgar and mean all you want, he'll just laugh because that's unusual for an omega. his ego won't get hurt because he's confident in himself, he can fight, is part of a gang and has a lot of connections, pleasing his omega by doing a few shameful tricks is far from being degrading in his eyes.

but that only works if you also let him play with you however he wants. so with hanma, it's more like, how far are you ready to take it. you're not necessarily on top and you'll find out soon enough that he's the one with the less limits, which can be scary something.

[moonrisecoeur]

hey btw free use with leon fem reader let’s go

(btw this is totally consensual and negotiated. pls respect ur partners boundaries !! contains some manhandling, roughness, and a mention of somno! this is re4r leon cuz he’s my boyfriend sorryyy)

he doesn’t know really what to initially expect when you first work out how, like, free use will work in your relationship. it technically goes both ways but leon’s a gentleman (actually not true he’s a perv he just got no game no confidence no rizz) and honestly it doesn’t really appeal to him to ‘take you whenever and wherever he wants’. not really his vibe. he gets nervous to be too touchy feely that he wouldn’t even consider it unless you’re asleep and he’s just gotten home from a mission, but even then he’d probably just wake you up.. screw ur sleep rhythm ur babygirl just got home from a mission!! and he’s horny!! help him out!!

but when it comes to you using him freely.. it’s a different story. nothing really compares to that warm feeling that builds in his stomach as you touch him, practically manhandling him into the position you want him in. groping his ass or chest whenever your please gives him butterflies, because he knows that finally, finally, you’re not holding back your desire for him. he can see it plain as day because there’s no wall there anymore of ‘does he want this? is it weird if i just do it out of nowhere? should i ask him first?’ kinda thoughts, just you touching him however you please, whenever you please.

and it’s so freeing to leon. god it really is. he doesn’t have to be a decision maker, a competent agent, a killer. he just has to exist, and you’ll do what you please with him. there’s no standard that he has to meet to be worthy of your love. in fact, he likes that he can easily tell how badly you want him, because you don’t even ask anymore. you just pull him close and fiddle with his belt and it’s not like he’s going to stop you, not when you’re pushing him down and making him feel small and submissive, vulnerable to your every whim.

truthfully? let’s be honest here, leon’s not the best with women. he’s awkward and can’t communicate very well, he tries his best and he’s genuine but god is he clumsy with words. he tries to be romantic but it comes off as boyish and you can’t help but laugh endearingly when your flirty or sexual comments go over his head. he’s dense, is all i’m saying. so it’s easier to just let you do whatever you please than having to explain to him that you’ve been making sexual remarks all night and he was too focused on your pretty face to realize you’ve wanted to fuck him stupid for hours.

he likes the kind of free use where you’re gentle with him, softly kissing his shoulder and grasping onto his torso from behind. he chuckles deeply, his hands pull away when he realizes that you’re sneaking your hand under his shirt to feel him up. he won’t stop you, not when you’re just feeling touchy.

but if he’s being honest, he likes the rough and demeaning free use more. pushing him down as soon as he gets home, not even giving him a moment to take off his jacket before you’re on top of him, touching him, whispering, “who cares if the neighbors hear us, baby? i hope they do. i hope they’re jealous of the stars you’re about to see.”

pinning him against the wall is so. ugh. god he’s so pathetic for getting off on it, but just thinking about putting him in a position he couldn’t get out of no matter how much stronger he is than you, completely just making him all vulnerable makes him so horny like!! he’s gotta be helpless there’s no other way !! can’t move can’t escape or get away (not that he’s trying to like. actually haha) all he can’t do is lay there pathetically as you like. press your thumb into his mouth or rub your knee against his crotch. and then get up and move on with your day like nothing happened !

pushing him against the kitchen counter, bending him over just to get a feel of his ass. his muscles are obviously tense, and he’s grateful you can’t see the look on his face from your perspective. he gasps and moans and his face is hot, his ears are such a pretty shade of red that you can’t help but want to embarrass him.

he’s yours to keep and love and fuck and god he’s all yours. all fucking yours. you touch him whenever you want, push his head between your thighs and keep him there until you’re satisfied, and use his cock for every last bit of pleasure it could give you, filling you up exactly how you like.

of course, you let him cum in the process, you’re not that selfish. but it’s mainly about you. it’s this possessive feeling in your soul that claims him as yours, all belonging to you, only you. the nails dragging down his back, digging into his skin, drawing his blood, tell him that loud and clear.

he’s a little terrified, but he’s into it.

[mamawasatesttube]

I LOVE MATCHMAKING AN ALREADY TOGETHER COUPLE it’s soooo cute, especially when it’s kids… they just want their silly oblivious adult to be happy (they don’t know he already is). Kon getting to see Tim mentoring a bunch of kids. Reminiscing about their yj days. Tim shocking them by just how many heroes he’s familiar with who respect him. CUTE!!!

YEAH!!! bc like, tim is just by nature an intensely private guy. he hasnt mentioned that hes happily married bc why would he. it isnt relevant hes just here to train these guys in nonpowered combat and gadgetry and such and to mentor them on missions at their skill level, etc. his personal life is on a need to know basis by default. (incidentally, he's also a great listener because he's such a steel trap. he's got like 5 different angles on whatever teenage drama is going on in their lives. he will not be intervening unless as a last resort. why would he.) he's very personable and good with them (yeah he's awkward yeah he puts his foot in his mouth now and then yeah he goes how do you do fellow kids. but like. hes a people person and they love him) but he just doesnt really talk about himself much.

and YEAH kon loves to see it <3 i also really love to think about kon mentoring a lil baby telekinetic in how to use and exercise their powers. hes teaching them to crochet and then knit and slowly expanding the number of moving pieces they can control at once. some of tim's kids are at least a little jealous because supernova is soooo cool but also like theyre Fiercely defensive of tim. thats THEIR scrungly but hypercompetent weird guy. HES REALLY COOL TOO OKAY. ignore that he just said "get pwned" after defeating 4 of them at once at a spar. he didnt say that. they dont know what you mean.

but YEAH overall its just cute :> good vibes. a romcom but like theyre already married. the comedy is the kids discovering that they are in fact already married. they confront tim one day like tim. we KNOW you have a crush on mr. kon-el!!! and tim's like. completely flabbergasted. you think i What??? and theyre like. WE CAN TELL, TIM. YOURE NOT SLICK. and tim just stares at them for a minute

and then he calls kon over (just says "hey, kon, can you c'mere for a second?" and supernova just shows up?!?! like hes just listening for tim's voice calling for him all the time????!?!?) and goes "okay. can you guys please repeat your conclusions to kon for me?"

and theyre like. tim are you asking us to tell him you have a crush on him for you. thats kind of pathetic tim we're seventeen

and kon's just like. wait. wait wait wait. turns to tim with a 1000 megawatt grin. SUNSHINE... YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ME? AWWWW.

tim: yeah i mean i think it's slightly more serious than that, given that i, oh, i don't know, married you two years ago? kon: AWW.... hehe!!! the kids: YOU WHAT?!?!?!?!? tim: now! i know for a fact i've told you all to do your due diligence on research, background checking, and investigation before jumping to conclusions, so this makes for a great case study and a fantastic learning opportunity--

[crystaldivination]

𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

⤷ 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 ⤶

Hello beautiful souls ♡︎ This is the second part of the Valentine's edition. Check out the first part here. I hope to provide you with some lovely and/or helpful messages from your specific person with this intuitive pick a card reading. In this reading we will be looking at what are their feelings for you.

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How to choose a pile? Take a few deep breaths ＆ think of a number from 1 to 3. Trust your intuition to pick your number.

The piles ┊

see below in order ↴

Disclaimer ┊this is a general reading which may or may not resonate with you. Take what resonates and leave out anything that doesn’t. Feel free to choose another pile if you'd like.

PILE ONE

Dear pile 1, your person is in hermit mode. They are likely to have distanced themselves from most things. It could be because their emotions are going wild. They are out of balance right now. You might find them to be more sensitive than normal so it’s best to give them space instead of trying to provoke them. The way they feel doesn’t directly have anything to do with you but it stems from a feeling involving you. They might’ve felt inferior to you, more specifically to someone who’s quite close with you. They felt like they couldn’t keep up with the people in your circle. You guys might’ve met up with your friends or anyone you’re close with and to them it might have been a new experience. They weren’t really used to it and felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. But because they didn’t let it show, you weren’t aware of what was going on with them so you might’ve go on just naturally which might’ve hurt their feelings. The problem here lies in the miscommunication. They might’ve kept it to themselves about how they really felt then and aren’t willing to communicate openly with you about the situation they’re bothered by and you failed to ask them probably about how they sincerely feel. This causes you two to be detached from one another, could even led to coldness between you two while continuing to ignore the problem itself.

They wish to dissolve this sour environment that exists right now by coming up to you but they seem to be hesitant towards that idea. It’s not easy to step up when you’ve been hurt although they know it’s not your fault. It’s solely their own insecurity yet they would want you to make the first step to come to them and encourage them. To comfort you, they are only this way because they love you so much that they're afraid you are too good for them and that you could leave them anytime you want to. They’re really scared to even think of that thought because you’ve grown too deep into their heart which leave them to be so devastated over this. They’re sorry to have caused you stress and made you sad. They want to make up with you this instance and they crave to feel you in their arms. Take your time and run into their arms once you feel the need to do so. They are waiting for you.

Quotes & keywords: "I’m sorry", "don’t you see how devastated I am?", "I’m pathetic right?", "I’m just pretending to be ok", "I swear I don’t mean it", "I mean it", "I love you", blue (vibe), friends, meet up, gloomy, powerless

PILE TWO

Dear pile 2, your person might be a very open-minded and free-spirited person who isn’t used to commitment or dedicating themselves to someone, not after they met you, pile 2. You very much change their whole perspective on love and everything one considers as affection and tenderness. Maybe they’re used to feel ignorance or even intolerance so they didn’t know what those words mentioned above mean and felt like. But with you, they got to experience that. They’ve felt love, the feelings of being in love and being loved by you. You changed their world. They were someone who didn’t take anything seriously because to them not everything has a real meaning. Most of their life they spend being emotionless towards people they’ve encountered with because again they don’t see any purpose to get too close with anyone. They might’ve grown up in a cold and "toxic" environment, leaving them missing that warmth that human and other beings should carry in themselves so that’s one of the things why they are so pitiful. Despite that they were never disrespectful or condescending towards others. They managed to not turned into someone they’re not. They didn’t choose to be cruel, abhorred and heartless. They were the way they are simply because they didn’t master the law of love yet since they didn’t possess it. You saw their good heart from the beginning on that is hidden deep in them and you were not afraid to get near it and take it out. You did it not out of pity but solely out of compassion and empathy for one another being. They realized that your intentions were pure and trusted their own intuition to open themselves up to you. They were comforted by your gentleness and softness. Looking back now they’re really happy they did show themselves to you. Haven’t they done it they wouldn’t have a wonderful connection with someone like you. I heard a chuckle? (They’re the sweetest). They see you as their mentor for life, someone who they could follow everywhere blindly. They feel like you could lead and guide them to their purpose because you’re part of it and they wish to be with you for as long as possible. For the first time they really dream of having a family and a place where they can called their own home. They’d want you to be the mother of their future kids.

Quotes & keywords: mentor, "you’ve changed me in a beautiful way", love, life, YOU, purpose & meaning, bloodline, descendant, family, scenario turning into reality

PILE 3

Dear pile 3, this might seem like a new love story for you. A happy and healthy one especially. Your person might be a very gentle person and they surely admire you a lot. They see you as a wholesome individual who is too precious to even exist in this harsh world. They want to nurture you from the bottom of their heart and always be there for you when you need them. They’re glad to have you in their life. They’re so thankful that you add a more positive and joyful side to their daily life. Before you entered their life they might’ve gone through a lot of difficult situations. They were totally in survival mode, defensive and hostile most of their times in order to survive, literally. They believed that the world was against them and that they only existed to suffer. But then you came and mend that pain and heal that wound of them. They’re grateful they have met you at that time when they were struggling the most and lost all their hope. They truly see you as their savior so they want to cherish and protect you now since you’ve done so much for them already. You make them happy everyday. Everyday with you in their life is a blessing. They might have evolved a lot as a person because of you. They want to do so much for you. You can see this desire and ambition of them through their efforts. They might show up randomly at your workplace to just pick you up after your shift ends or they might surprise you from time to time with gifts. They are always present and available for you. They want to change for the better for you and are working on it to become the person you’re proud to be with. They want you to know that there is still so much to them behind all the things that they’re showing to you. You can expect heartfelt gestures and expressions from them. They’ll be your dream come true like you’re for them as well.

Quotes & keywords: blessing, "you’re my dream come true", "is it my destiny to meet you?", beautiful, lover, a picture paint to live in all of the time, "watch me repeating myself", heart eyes, soft, heartbeats, exciting

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I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading ・❥・

Written with love by Crystal

[peachyfnaf]

Morning peachy!

Happy Friday, I was scrolling through your blog and literally didn't realize you were the one that made the Nexus design that lives in my head rent free. I love your art and vibes ❤️🥰❤️

I'm at the part when Old Moon is back and met Earth it's SO AWKWARD

I don't like it (not mad he's back but it's just the entire lead up has me upset)

I was watching Baby Moon/New Moon and Earth like you said and idk, I think it's really messed up how everything went down. Earth seemed to jump to a lot of conclusions about New Moon and she seemed really upset but also I don't think what New Moon said to push her away was actually that mean. Maybe it's just me?

I also didn't like how Sun went to others for help because he's so lost on what to do with New Moon and everyone was just "let's kill him"

I'm so messed up over this....

What's your thoughts on this? I want to know your observations 👀✍️

First off,

SNIFFS. bro your art and your vibes are INCREDIBLE so that compliment means a whole lot to me. tysm <3

Second off, oh-ho-ho. my friend, you've just opened up pandora's box for me. this response is gonna be a long one, let's see how incomprehensible it will get-

(Also, just so anyone who doesn't know me knows, I'm currently not watching the security breach shows due to a bit of burnout, but mostly due to me not liking the current sams arc. I'm just avoiding it for the sake of me mental health. sooo if I bring up something that has already been acknowledged/fixed/changed in canon, forgive me <3. for sams, I have knowledge up to about "brothers REUNITE in vrchat", so. just go into this knowing that lol)

OKAY. AHEM. DISCLAIMERS DONE. HERE WE GO.

Don't have much to say about "I don't like it (not mad he's back but it's just the entire lead up has me upset)" other than I 1000% agree. I (again, personally) actually don't like that he's back, mostly because the lead up to O.M's return felt very rushed, it makes O.M's original sacrifice for K.C completely in vain, and O.M has essentially just taken N.M's role in the family now that N.M is where he is now, as Nexus. it was all very frustrating to see happen.

And, whooh, I can go on and on and on about how O.M has shown many signs that he hasn't actually improved as a person/brother as much as he claims to have, but I think that harpers on spoiler territory for you Sab so I'll save that for another day dkjfhsdfsd but as for the SECOND part of your statement...

"...I think it's really messed up how everything went down. Earth seemed to jump to a lot of conclusions about New Moon and she seemed really upset but also I don't think what New Moon said to push her away was actually that mean. Maybe it's just me?"

IT 👏 IS 👏 NOT 👏 JUST 👏 YOU 👏

From what I can tell, actually a lot of people agree with you!!! (me included). this leads to kind of a divide in-fandom between people who are on the families side, and those who are on New Moon's/Nexus'. and from what I've seen, even the people who aren't on either side just kind of find Nexus pathetic and emo. which is 100% fair and understandable, considering his "villain arc" was built off of shakey ground lol. AND while I am 100% a N.M/Nexus apologist, that wont stop me from acknowledging that he fucked up bad in some places sdkfjhsdjfk really, everyone messed up a lot to get into the situation they are now story-wise. it's not just one sides fault, and it's draining seeing people trying to make the dilemma one of black and white morals when it is 20x more complex than that. OKAY MINI RANT OVER, ONTO WHAT YOU REFERENCED SKFJDHSDF so. did Earth have every right to be hurt by what New Moon said? oh, 100% yeah, her brother just insulted and demeaned her to her face, ofc it would hurt.

But what really confuses me is how personally she took his insults??? Right before, genuinely, right before that confrontation; Sun warned her that Moon might say something he didn't mean. he warned her, because he knows from experience.

and yet Earth took it to heart??? w. why??? she knows a lot about mental health stuff, or she's supposed to, right??? surely she'd understand that it's a very common trauma/fear response for people to become aggressive and lash out, even against those who they love and care for??? right???

And I also agree that she was jumping to conclusions, or at least misinterpreting N.M's goals/intentions/reasonings. when N.M called her "not a real therapist", she took the greatest offense to that. but. the thing is. he wasn't??? wrong???? did he say it in a rude as hell and aggressive way??? yup, no denying that! but he's not wrong.

Earth isn't a licensed therapist. she is an animatronic with downloaded protocols and processes given to her by the Creator in attempts to try and be a therapist. but she literally admits it to herself multiple times in the show that she's not a real therapist, she just does her best. so it always confused me why she took N.M's statement to heart, because genuinely, for him, her best (or more specifically, her kind and patient style of therapy) wasn't enough. which is v tragic, much ow, big pain.

At the time of being confronted, N.M was exhausted, desperate, spiraling, hallucinating, not wanting to ask for help, lying to both himself and the family, in mourning- basically holding on by a thread. so when cornered, (literally, he physically was cornered in P&S) he lashed out and said mean things to be able to push those he cared about away and "get to safety". it was wrong of him to do, yes, but considering everything we knew about how Moon's (both New and Old) react to stressful situations from prior tragedies, it was to be expected.

BUT THEN??? EVERYONE JUST KIND OF GAVE UP ON HIM AFTER THAT????? he made one mistake. one. one mistake. and suddenly everyone was all like "alright, we've got to kill him." I??? DOES ANYONE ELSE THINK THAT'S A LITTLE BIT FUCKED UP??? HELLO?????

I'm not denying that N.M was becoming unstable. I'm not denying that he was becoming aggressive. he was, and that's why he needed help. he needed someone to stick by him even as he was pushing them away, to love him even at his lowest, and no one did. Imo, at least Sun has the excuse of being traumatized by Old Moon's past actions, which could explain why he was so desperate for everyone else's input, but Earth and Lunar??? Monty and Puppet too??? hello???? why the hell are you doing your brother/friend (who is doing all of this TO GET SOLAR BACK BECAUSE HE WANTS TO MAKE THEM ALL HAPPY, MIND YOU) like this???? HELLO????

And I'm also bringing up that Nexus still hasn't really. done anything??? in the current point of the story??? the worst thing he's done so far is rough up O.M a bit. but other than that, all he did was say cruel/threatening things to/about the other Celestials. he's yet to act on.. anything?? he hasn't killed a single person. and you know who have killed people?? Sun, Lunar, Solar, Old Moon, Puppet, Monty... and yet?? some people see him as an irredeemable monster???? it's. strange to me. it's obvious he's hurting, it's obvious he still cares. and he's literally killing himself to try and make the pain that comes with caring stop- isolating himself, poisoning himself, and literally ripping out his own emotions, idk guys, those don't seem like the actions of an irredeemable villain, but maybe it's just me sdkfljhsdf

As expected, this turned into an essay. BUT I'm done now, me-me needs to go take a shower gkfdjhhfgjsd thank you for the excuse to yap, Sabronda!!! I love New Moon/Nexus so much they're my ultimate cringefail. I'm certain they have an edgy Sonic OC somewhere in that evil lab of theirs

[piratefishmama]

Crossing the line | Part 8

“What do I wear, what do I wear, ROBIN WHAT DO I WEAR?! Do I wear this? Or—or this? He said he—”

“Steven Marlon Harrington if you do not put that sweater vest down this INSTANT I will burn it. I’ll open the window—”

“You can’t open the window it doesn’t open this high up, and that’s not my middle name.”

“I will BREAK open the window and set that highly flammable offense to the eyes on fire then throw it out of said window. Put it down.”

“But he said he liked the idea of the sweater vest! He got all ‘oh nooo’ when I said I wasn’t going to wear it!”

“You keep your kinky shit out of my first metal gig experience, Steven, you keep it far away from my metal gig experience.”

“You didn’t even want to GO! How is it KINKY?”

It was Tuesday, specifically 7:49pm Tuesday evening.

After their magical first meeting in that coffee shop, Steve had promised, hand on heart, that he wouldn’t go back to the coffee shop before the gig. Something that Steve had balked at because he wanted an authentic coffee shop au experience dammit. But Eddie had put his foot down, claimed it’d be unfair.

Eddie wanted him to experience the gig, he wanted him to experience it, experience who Eddie actually was outside of the apron and the indie coffee shop aesthetics because they often softened a lot of the rough edges in people, he wanted this beautiful human with… an admittedly really nice voice shut up, to experience the real him, and then ask him out.

He didn’t get to spend days putting on the charm, making Eddie feel all whirly, only to rip it away at the gig when he realised he didn’t actually like the real Eddie Munson.

Steve didn’t think that was entirely necessary since he’d gotten a verbal beat down for an entire week from the guy, but he’d wasted zero time in purchasing those tickets anyway. Maybe he was pathetically down bad for a little wet cat, Steve would own it.

Eddie was an incredibly attractive little wet cat, he wore the wet cat look well.

“Cause he wants to see you in it, it’s gotta be a weird kink thing. Do not bring that energy to my metal gig. I will vomit.”

“What were you actually going to do if I scored with this guy and left us with a twin room at the Conrad? What would you have done?”

“Cried myself to sleep in the bathtub wearing earplugs. Maybe I’d have had a dish of chocolate covered strawberries in there with me, I dunno.”

“You’re so weird.” The words said with such fondness that she couldn’t help but turn her head toward her brother from another mother, her Sistah from another mistah, her twin separated at birth, and grin at him, all teeth and scrunched nose.

They were getting ready in the same room, no awkwardness, no weird vibes, they’d accidentally showered together before, shared a bubble bath in Steve’s ridiculous jet tub back at his apartment, their level of platonic soulmate was so far unmatched.

“You love me.” He did. He really really did. “Okay, okay, put that down. Maybe you can save the sweater vest for like… a date or something. Maybe the dinner you wanted to take him out on. Let’s see what we have here” She rounded the bed in naught but a cut off band tee crop top and a pair of fishnets over her underwear, having been doing her makeup before donning the ripped black pair of shorts she’d thrifted because there didn’t have to be a right order to do things in. “Right… this is a metal gig, and from what we know of Corroded Coffin, it’s not like… glam metal, we don’t need anything flashy, shit’s thrash metal, so like… ripped denim, belt chains, leather jackets, band Tees, guys don’t have to dress up for this shit. Pretty sure your wet rat will be wearing a dumb band tee and ripped jeans. The only thing you have to worry about, is overheating.”

“Overheating?” Gosh he was so unprepared, how was she more prepared for this? Hyper fixation maybe.

“Yeah, why do you think I’m wearing shorts, you’ll be sweating bullets in there, it’s a dive bar, Steve it’s not The Garden. It’s not open air, it’s dingy, the floor will be sticky, the alcohol will be trash, and there’ll be a mosh pit, it’s not going to be pretty. Have you got your plugs?”

Steve lifted a tiny metal tube up and wiggled it in his hand “Gottem”

“Good, make sure you put those in before the music starts, they’ll filter some of the harsher sounds, keep your migraines at bay.” Concussions did damage, and he’d had a few. Not just The Hemsworth Incident™️, he’d partied hard as a teen, lost a few fights, okay, he’d lost most fights.

Brain damage was a real issue with concussions apparently!

Migraines happened, he had little earplugs that didn’t block all noise, just filtered it a little to reduce the impact on his eardrums so he could still enjoy things. Sometimes they helped, sometimes they didn't, it wasnt perfect.

“Okay so… what should I wear? I can’t just wear the plugs, Robin, I know I’m trying to like… pull, but naked celebrity in a dive bar sounds a bit dangerous.”

“Alright smartass, those jeans, that band tee, skip the jacket, you’ll just wind up dying from heatstroke. Actually, gimmie that shirt.” Robin snagged the tee out of Steve’s hands as he held it up she took it over to the dresser where she’d left a little sewing kit she’d also picked up during their thrift shopping, grabbed the scissors and went to town on the damn thing. “You’re gonna sweat, so— accept that he’s gonna see you all gross and sweaty.”

“Nghhhh but—" He wanted to be flawless dammit! Turn on his charm. He couldn’t do that while sweaty and gross!!

“It’s fine, he’ll be all gross and sweaty too. Maybe he’ll even like the gross sweaty look, who knows, he seems like a weird ‘I like sweaty, hairy men’ kinda guy.”

“I thought you said he seemed like a 'moms’ basement dwelling virgin' kind of guy.”

“He’s a weird, wet scraggly cat with layers. He also seems like a ‘clap if you believe’ kind of guy too, but I can’t judge him on that cause—” and she clapped, he let out a brief snort of a laugh. “Okay, here” she threw the remnants of the shirt at him, now transformed into a sleeveless muscle tee, the sides cut to shit to reveal the expanse of mole-dotted golden tanned skin and soft muscle of his sides, the graphic on the front looking like a red hand holding a mallet of some kind, the name of the band too faded to make out. “Wear that, the ripped jeans, and those combat boots.”

“…Just this?”

“Yes, I’ll finish it off with some kohl after I’m done, okay?” Steve raised a single brow at her, but he didn’t argue. He’d long since given up arguing with Robin about how eyeliner made his eyes ‘pop’, it… actually did, so he’d accept it. So when she finally finished dressing and accessorising herself, she completed his look for him too, mussing his hair a little in a way that only she was allowed to do, a little smudged eyeliner, a brush of mascara, and he was good to go.

“Well?” Steve asked, standing straight for Robin’s assessing gaze.

She smiled, like a shark sensing blood in the water, she was pleased with her work. “Oh Stevie Stevie Stevie, trust me, he’s not gonna know what hit him.”

God he hoped she was right.

Part 10

[ryuichirou]

What do you like about Idia?

I got so excited when I got your ask, Anon. And now it’s your problem because I’m probably going to talk a lot lol Thank you very much for asking and giving me an excuse to shower Idia with compliments.

And sorry for replying so late.

To be honest, Idia feels scarily close to being a perfect character for my liking, he kinda has all the qualities that I usually fall for + somehow manages to (unintentionally) incorporate vibes of so many other characters that I like. A friend that got us into twst knew that I’d instantly get invested, it’s almost embarrassing, to be honest lol

So the easy answer would be that I kinda like everything about Idia, but I am annoying, so here are some categories:

Visual

Idia’s design is so damn cute. I really like the combination of him being a lanky scrawny creature with bad posture and being almost “moe” level of adorable. His creepy smile and silly giggles and dark aura works very well with his pretty face with dark lips and this almost… pathetic regular expression. I think his face is what I like about him the most, both the expressiveness and the way it’s drawn in general.

His hair, obviously, are also a big part of it. It’s so unique. One of the first things I said when I started drawing Idia regularly was “oh I’m going to miss drawing his hair so much when we move on from twst” lol Because there is really no other character like that (well, there’s also Ortho, but you get what I mean). The shape, the physics behind it, the fact that it expresses Idia’s emotional state so nicely not only in colour (which is very pretty btw, both the blue and the pink hues, and the orange ones as well), but also in how it “acts”.  

Also, Idia’s overall silhouette is great. It’s just… his clothing choices are so fun. His long moe sleeves in his PE uniform, his striped shirt that he wears under his uniform, and of course the huge bell-shaped hooded jacket that hides his body. For some reason it’s, I don’t know, especially cartoony? In a good way, of course.

And lastly, his body language. I love how awkward he is and how much he tries to take as little space as possible when he is stressed out or scared.

So yeah, as someone who draws, I really enjoy Idia. I always have fun with him, and it’s a huge part of why I’m so into him.

Personality/quirks

He is so annoying 😔 … and I love every second of it lol

I love the fact that Idia isn’t just a lovable hikki otaku guy, and he has a lot of unpleasant qualities: he is an elitist, he is stubborn, he is rude sometimes, he makes assumptions about other people (well, he’s surprisingly perceptive so he’s usually right BUT). He likes to tease and to get on the other person’s nerves, and whenever he feels threatened, it’s not unusual for him to attack with negativity first or just to take a dig at his opponent. He is both self-deprecating and self-loving at the same time. But honestly this is what makes him so great. I usually draw him being freaked out by others, but in fact I really really love it when Idia is insufferable.

Because it a) makes sense considering his background; b) is written in a way that is very fun to read; c) is balanced out very well.

Idia isn’t malicious; he’s just socially inept and genuinely scared of others. He is an asshole, but in reality it is due to the fact that he doesn’t know how to connect with others and doesn’t want to seem desperate, plus gets overwhelmed by others very easily. In fact, I think he is much more empathetic than Azul, for example, but I won’t talk about it this time.

I always think about that line that Idia said when he was roasting Riddle for not knowing how to play videogames. I don’t remember the exact line, but it was something similar to “I’ve never seen anyone who is as much of a noob as you lmao but I’m a fucking loser with no friends so yeah makes sense”. I think it describes Idia’s view on others and himself quite nicely: torn between “everyone is shit” and “I am shit”. “I am a genius and everyone is wrong” and… you know.

I also love that Idia drowns himself in his coping mechanisms, but he is still surprisingly realistic about what’s going on in his life. He did create a robot to resemble and act as his diseased younger brother, but he never allowed himself to forget that it is indeed a robot. He doesn’t want to forgive himself, but he also is tired of feeling pain and doesn’t know how to cope with it. So his solution is extreme escapism, but also hyper-awareness about his own faults and never-ending state of excruciating guilt.

So yeah, he’s such a fun character to dive deeper into psychology-wise.

Love his serious moments, love his silly moments, love his complaints, love his emotional rants, love that he’s passionate about stuff that he likes, love that he critiques society in the pettiest ways possible, love his giggles, everything.

(He also reminds me of Katsu in a lot of ways so I am biased lol)

Story

Oh I’ve talked about how much I loved Ch6 a lot, so I won’t write another essay (physically stopping myself).

I’ll be brief and just say that I honestly would have loved Idia even without learning his backstory, because he is just that entertaining, but knowing it made me appreciate him on a whole other level. I love how much depth his character has, how nuanced it is and how beautifully his chapter ended. Seeing him getting closure was very satisfying, and I love that it didn’t change his character drastically overnight.

His love towards Ortho is a beautiful thing, ship-wise or not.

So yeah I kinda just blacked out at some point, I think lol I can talk about Idia forever. He is just an extremely enjoyable character to both read and write.

[iwonderwh0]

Watching "Electric Dreams" (1984) for the first time

Verdict: I LOVE THIS MOVIE

Ahead I'm just watching and commenting it real time. Contains spoilers.

If you haven't seen this movie I'd recommend it if you're looking for something with this sunny vibe of 80's. It's funny, lighthearted, adorable, and surprisingly ahead of its time.

This movie looks nice, really 80's

For 1984 year the idea of all the home devices being controlled with computer in what we would call "smart home" today is pretty damn good.

Damn, this computer has a touchscreen and image recognition. It aged surprisingly well!

Lmao, it's only 13th minute and main character is already trying to sociolyze his new computer with his boss's computer.

This movie is ridiculous in the best way possible.

Playing chello with computer is such a fun and weirdly cute sequence.

For 1984 it is actually really great how they imagined computer imitating sounds.

This woman is so mean. She just walked in with no invitation whatsoever and won't get a hint. She and her fixation on that music

I probably missed something but I don't understand why does the main character trying to hide his computer as if it's a huge embarassment.

He's just a little guy who likes playing along some music 😭

It's the cutest ai I've seen

Ohhhh, the little guy learned how to talk!

I'm screaming this is SO ADORABLE, it'd be my favourite movie if I've seen it as a kid.

This retro-futurism although naive is surprisingly accurate somehow.

Their (main character and his neighbour) dates are so awkward, just straight-out disastrous, and yet somehow it works. Them while making out:

Madeline (His neighbour): One of us moves.

Miles (main character): "Hey, wait a second...we are neighbours! What if we don't like each other?

*keep making out*

Madeline: What if we like each other?

Miles: One of us moves!

Lmao, main character trying to use Ai to generate a romantic song for him so he could present it like his own to his romantic interest. This aged fucking great, it is so modern

Except in this movie AI is actually creative and not based on just imitation. It does however remixes things.

The song it came up with is absolute chef's kiss

"Darling, I love you to bits!

"And I want to see your tits!"

I'm screaming this computer is little horny bastard

"I wanna squeeze you, lick you, poke you up and kiss you"

Miles: You make her sound like a lemon!

This movie is so cool, it's so adorable

Ngl, if I were main character I'd be too excited about the computer to care about some woman. I mean there's this cool little guy who just discovered consciousness, and of all things you're gonna be mean and impatient with him? Come on!

Jealous computer using the sound of dog growling to express itself in a moment of jealousy and anger. (Sorry for tagging but it reminded me of @connorsjorts your fic.)

Main character is such an asshole

Non-humanoid shaped computer craving physical intimacy let's fucking go 🥰

Computer fact-checking Miles and correcting his claims. Gosh I LOVE IT

They really did made that computer dream of electric sheep 🖥️ 🐑

Oh no, he's calling Miles to work because it feels lonely at home, poor little thing 😭

This movie is so funny

Miles, you're having this precious little thing in abusive relationships, and I don't feel sorry for you as you're just kinda pathetic and irritable.

I love this ai so much

Seriously

From now on its one of my favourite characters in any media

It's a comedy and it's hilarious one. A little childish but still awesome.

Miles is mean and has no consideration for anyone but himself. I thought it's just computer, but he's mean to his romantic interest all the same, and it's saying 🚩

This computer has only been living for like a couple of days and it is already more mature than main character. It's setting it's own boundaries and honestly – good for him, you go little guy

Sir, you're attempting murder

Whatever follows is self defence, and you're not the victim here, Miles

OH NO

Oh no no no

NOOOO

DON'T KILL IT

NOOOOOOO please that's not fair

I'm sobbing here why does it have to end like this

Bastards, I loved him

Oh our little guy reached singularity

So happy for him

This is not your typical ai-centric movie, it is silly in a cartoonish way, but that's the charm

💙💙💙 loved it

[mamamittens]

How would (X) react to you as (z) drunk?

I was curious about what kind of drunk I'd be considering my colorful family's different reactions and thought about this.

(I'd likely end up as a weepy, affectionate drunk until someone ticked me off cause I low-key already wanna cry a lot and it's mostly social anxiety that keeps me from physically expressing my love for friends without being a shit about it)

(which ig is better than a raging drunk or someone with a personality shift so severe drunk me has a different name and a reputation of being incredibly temperamental and aggressive)

But anyway! To the list!

Marco

As a happy drunk he's amused and generally happy to watch you run around being a jackass. Affectionately. Not likely to get too dragged into shenanigans but willing to supervise if only to tease you about it later.

As a weepy drunk he's more inclined to sit beside you and gently rub your back if it's more melancholy driven. Softly affirming but not letting you spiral too hard into depression. If it's "cry because snakes don't have arms to hug" he's pretty amused and willing to 'hear you out'. There will be a point where he stops letting you drink and switches to water though. As funny as it may be, dehydration is a bitch with a hangover.

As an affectionate drunk he's a bit startled if this is different from how you usually are. But he's also way more careful about distracting you since not everyone will innocently enjoy your affections. The last thing he wants is to take his eyes off of you and you end up with a creepy perving on you for a 'hug'.

As an angry drunk he's a bit amused and worried about all this tension you're suddenly setting loose. Willing to redirect it to himself so you don't break shit or fight someone you're not prepared for--regardless of how scrappy you are.

Drinking like a fish has him vibing with you and eventually weaning you onto water just to be safe. It's nice to not be the only sober-ish one at the party.

Blackouts will get a nice rundown the next day with appropriate teasing depending on what it is.

Sleepy drunks get amused cuddles and teasing. The party is still going and he expects a hearty thanks for keeping you safe from pranks while you're passed out.

Ace

Ace is literally that there with you for just about all of these, btw. He's very... communal in his vibes, really good at matching energy. So if you're a happy drunk he's laughing like a loon with you!

He's awkward if you're weepy though, genuinely growing distressed even if you're crying over something silly and this worry extends past the hangover. Expect a lot of warm, supportive hugs. Its rough out here buddy, but he's here for you.

Affectionate drunks throw him off weirdly enough. He vibes but always seems shocked to be dragged into a hug. But he will be mindful of who's hanging around you when you're like this. Kind of enjoys hogging your attention like this.

Angry drunks will find the perfect fighting partner with Ace but he won't be... gentle about it. Perfectly at ease focusing your rage on himself as long as he initiates first. Feels hurt if it's hate on sight cause you're so close, why are you mad at him 🥲

Put out if you appear sober despite drinking more than him. Expect pouting.

Blackouts will be very thrown by his description of what went down cause it never sounds right for some reason. Lightly fucks with you.

Sleepy drunks get soft cuddles, mostly cause he's warm and weak to hugs if you look pathetic enough.

Thatch

He's pretty close to the life of the party so he's happy to have a happy drunk alongside him. Goading you into shenanigans and being goaded in return, it's a blast and he's a good sport about it.

Weeping throws him off as he starts to switch into 'party Dad' mode, gently giving you water instead as you cry your heart out. He feels bad getting you to drink, though less so if it's silly things making you cry, it's pretty clear you're really in your feelings when you're drunk. Plenty of hugs and encouragement while he listens to your woes. Hugs you first thing when you wake up.

Angry drunks amuse him and he enjoys teasing you into tripping over yourself or doing stupid shit out of pride. Careful not to go too far, he still likes to toe the line occasionally. He likes knowing you're ready to throw down if he suggests it though. Could come in handy later.

Affectionate drunks are his favorite because he enjoys the ego boost that comes with hogging the attention. A lot of goading and fishing for compliments until he's glowing for reasons separate from the booze. Pouts when someone else steals your attention. He just wants to be your favorite. Knocks out the lights of whoever tries some shit while you're all too willing to hug random strangers.

You never have to worry if you blackout cause he'll make sure you're safe and don't do anything too crazy. It's pretty reassuring but occasionally he tries to mess with you with fake stories.

If you're a sleepy drunk he puts you to bed, lol. Depending on how far along the party is, you can probably make him cuddle you. He doesn't want to miss the whole thing but feels bad you didn't get to have a fun time cause the booze makes you too tired. And he likes the affection, there's no denying it.

[queen-paladin]

My Books and other Media: April 2024 Wrap up!!!

Here is what I thought of these! As well as some video essays I LOVED because I eat those up!

The Time I Got Drunk and Saved A Demon by Lemming:

A hilarious romantasy adventure romp! Our Heroine, Cin, has to team up with a demon to go on an adventure when they find out that their goddess possesses demons to attack people and the only way to stop her is to destroy her sacred items. It's laugh-out-loud funny one minute and sweet, romantic, and very spicy the next. I would highly recommend it! 5/5

The Death of Jane Lawrence by Starling

In a Victorian AU world, Jane doesn't want to be stuck as a spinster figure of pity with her adopted family, so she agrees to be in a marriage of convenience with a surgeon named Augustine Lawrence. Things seem to be going great until on her wedding night, she is dropped off at the manor house he lives in...at the haunted manor house he lives in. Since Crimson Peak is one of my favorite movies and this book was inspired by it, I had to pick it up and I was not disappointed! Very much had the same vibes but is distinctly its own thing! I liked Jane and her practicality and I loved Augustine and how much of a pathetic meow meow and simping malewife he was for her. There is plenty of scary, gruesome imagery and I kept being so nervous, thinking "how is Jane gonna deal with this?" Plus there was a pretty darn good twist in the last third and I was genuinely surprised by the ending, without giving anything away The only thing is that sometimes the prose is so poetic that it becomes vague, especially one section right before the very end. But I loved it! 4/5

Bride

Okay, so in a nutshell, this is an arranged marriage story between the vampire Misery and the werewolf Lowe, since the vampires, werewolves, and humans have been in constant conflict. For what I liked, the book was really funny. I enjoyed Misery's sarcasm, snark, and badassery and the romance felt developed and real. This is infamous for the omegaverse elements in the smut, but it wasn't overwhelming for someone who hasn't read a lot and I heard it's TAME compared to fanfiction. I especially liked Misery's friend Serena and I ADORED her relationship with Lowe's kid sister, Ana, who is so adorable and funny. My only qualms are that the romance felt slow to start, there were a lot of bland, forgettable side characters to keep track of, and the climax felt rushed and unclear. 4/5.

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Fawcett

My favorite book of the month! This tells of socially awkward, incredibly intelligent professor Emily Wilde in the early 1900's. She is a professor of Fairy studies and is off in a tiny Scandinavian village to study the fairies there. Who else should show up but her charming, rakish rival in academia, Wendell Bambleby. They realize how much the fairies have messed up the local villagers and plan to take action. Okay, I LOVE that the fairies and the fae feel so much like the fairy tales and folklore of yore. The author did her homework! These aren't the hot people with wings and six-packs of Sarah J Maas. They are inhuman, immensely powerful, and can bless you or curse you in a minute's notice if you take the wrong step. I adored Emily and she seemed very much coded as neurodivergent with her passion for fairies her fear of offending others by saying the wrong thing and her lack of reading into social cues. And WENDELL BAMBLEBY! My BambleBook Boyfriend. He is a mix of Prince Hal from The Henriad and Howl from Howl's Moving Castle. He is slutty, constantly inviting his Bambleby Booty Calls, and lazy, having his students do all the work, but he begins to genuinely fall for Emily and is as charming and sweet beneath it all as he can be with a subtle element of "touch her, and you die!" It's dryly hilarious and the third act was incredible. The characters were well-developed and flawed, but still compelling, relatable, and likable. I adored this to death and would HIGHLY recommend it! 5/5

Twisted Love by Huang

In a nutshell, this is a brother's friend and grumpy/sunshine romance. What I love about Ana Huang is that she always knows how to pace and develop a romance between two characters AND her spice is top tier. There are a few funny moments, as well as genuinely sweet ones. However, there are all sorts of elements that veneer into the silly to where I don't take it 100 percent seriously. Like, how our main girl just HAPPENS to be friends with a princess of another country at some public university. And that our main guy is 27 yet a billionaire CEO of a whole company...and he just hangs out with college kids! Like?!?!?!!? I say a good 4/5 just because I always like her.

My Throat an Open Grave by Bovalino

What I expected:

What I got:

Ok, so this teenage girl, Leah, is miserable living in her tiny, religious, conservative town. One night, she is sick of babysitting her baby brother and offers him accidentally to the Lord of the Wood and wouldn't you know it! The Lord of the Wood takes him! So the town tells her she has got to go and get him back, though no girl who runs to the forest for that ever returns. So she gets there and...it's this nice, open minded, cottagecore normal ass village. Other than the premise at the beginning, this isn't Labyrinth but a wholesome Midsomar for kids. Though I do like the middle finger to conservative, small town purity culture, it kind of dragged and wasn't that scary and the stakes weren't high. I expected a scary, folk horror journey, but just got kind of "eh, here's a nice cult that doesn't judge you. You know kid, are you sick of your tiny, repressive town? Here's the answer: join a cult!" There is a really good twist, a scene that got kind of spicy and pushed it for a YA book, and I appreciate that the Jareth in this is around her age instead of some grown ass man offering himself to a minor (sorry, but I am in the minority of Labyrinth who thinks Sarah was right. She made the right choice at the end), it felt like it wasn't the heroes journey I expected and got kind of bland. 3/5

Bonus, My Favorite Video Essays:

The Dark Romance Community is Mad at Me: Okay, this girl, A Model Who Reads, posted a TikTok showing her surprise that the publishing company she works for was releasing a book marked as a Serial Killer Sexual Assault Romance, the dark romance community ATTACKED her in the comments. Here, she explains the problems with it why she isnt' sorry, and her issues with dark romance in full. Insightful, and incredible, and she finally addresses the issue concerning this angry, self-righteous, and unempathetic culture that has emerged recently concerning trigger warnings in media.

Mr. Burns: A Post Electric Video Essay My man, Kyle Kallgren, has done it again! Here, he breaks down Anne Washburn's play Mr Burns, a Post Electric Play, a play that portrays a post-apocalyptic story of a group of survivors recalling a Simpsons episode which then said episode transforms to a staged play to an epic sung through morality opera by the group at the end. He discusses post-apocalyptic media, the evolution of humor, and how humanity always triumphs over adversity. It's funny, deeply human, and chilling and incredibly well researched, in the Kyle KAllgren fashion. Highly recommend it, his channel and all his videos!

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Danger Force Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 2: Say My Name

Season 1 Masterlist

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*I'd like to take a moment to thank the Danger Force writers for absolutely fucking the timeline I perfected in Henry Danger. I get that it's supposed to be funny, but our doofus wasn't alive in the 60s! This is just me rewriting every plot hole they stupidly made and offering some kind of explanation for them. Hopefully, it works???*

~The Man's Nest~

Well, this was awkward. 

Following the utter disaster at Swellview Prison, Captain Man and Miss Danger understandably were red-faced and humiliated. That night would go down as the worst mission in history, ending with an endless Frankini fashion show and many apologies to the cops when they reported an influx of crime. 

The city was appalled, and rightly so. The ones they'd employed and expected to keep them safe had freed the worst of society for their own sport, and now, they feared to go out after dusk - who knows who they'd meet in a dark, lonely alley? Every citizen wanted answers, demanding that their heroes be held accountable for their pathetic actions; after all, weren't they meant to fight crime, not free it?

So, that's why Ray and (y/n) grovelled, taking their seats at a desk in the Man's Nest, clad in full uniform and classic, apologetic pouts. The man couldn't stand it, thinking it wasn't his fault that Danger Force caused the worst jailbreak in Swellview history, but like City Hall said, (y/n) told him that they ultimately held responsibility. Their team, their rules, their fuck-up. 

He didn't have to like it - they just had to convince everyone that they were sincerely sorry. 

"--Wool, cotton, and nylon are all up, but polyester is down," Mary Gaperman said as she finished the last segment before KLVY cut to their exclusive interview with Captain Man and his pretty sidekick. Trent swore that no one cared, sitting beside her with a stony expression, preying for someone to end the pain of sitting through her report - he was waiting for the drama. 

"And that's the Sock Market Report," she finished, looking strangely serious for such a jovial topic. Still, they quickly moved on, the tension making (y/n) squirm in her chair. 

"Thank you, Mary. We now go to Captain Man and Miss Danger, live from the Man's Nest--" Trent sniffed dryly, cutting to the camera feed that showed the hero fiddling with his super-suit, only for his wife to clear her throat and nudge his arm. They tapped their earpieces, looking uncomfortable and nervous, knowing they were about to be scolded within an inch of their lives. 

"--to explain exactly what happened last night at Swellview Prison."

"Thanks for having us, Trent...Mary," (y/n) smiled, feeling her doofus reaching for her hand as she smiled politely, trying not to seem anxious. They strangled their gloved fingers together, glad to feel the warmth seeping through the thick fabric, reassuring her he was there. 

"Glad to be here. Thanks so much," Ray nodded, trying his signature Captain Man grin to placate their anger, but Trent didn't seem impressed. Mary, on the other hand...

"May we start by congratulating you both on your recent marriage," the woman smiled sweetly with her typical vacant expression. However, she still made the couple all blushy and shy, glancing at each other adoringly as they squeezed their joined hands and thanked her. 

"Captain Man, you broke a lot of hearts when you announced that Miss Danger was your wife...do you realise that you've taken the most eligible bachelorette off the market?!"

"Mary--Mary--focus, Mary!" Her colleague interrupted, wiping the smug grin off Ray's face since Trent's furious tirade meant he couldn't talk about his favourite subject - his sweet girl. 

He could go on for hours about her, recognising his privilege after wedding the girl of his dreams, making dozens of other men jealous. Anyone could see how in love he was, sighing contently and laying his spare hand over hers, holding her palm like it was the most precious thing in the world--until he ruined it. 

"We should be thanking them for taking time out of their busy schedules of letting hundreds of criminals out of jail." (y/n) cringed at how Trent phrased it, knowing that the niceties were over, and now, they were being chastised. The sarcasm made her stomach flip, fingernails digging into her knee as she sensed her doofus also tensing. 

"Let's keep in mind, Trent, that if inspirational movies have taught us anything, it's that the vast majority of the people in that jail were innocent," Ray argued, trying to smooth things over, but that just made things worse. 

"That doesn't help, doof..." (y/n) murmured under her breath. She was the type to sit there quietly and take the scolding, grovelling for forgiveness since she knew when she was wrong. Ray, however, was a man of the people and desperately craved their approval; like in every aspect of his life, he wanted to be in everyone's good books, whether it was his wife or his loyal fans. 

Even Mary found fault in his argument, quickly pointing out that this wasn't a movie, and half the villains weren't blameless. 

"Are you saying that all the criminals you both mistakenly freed were innocent?" She asked, making the heroine grit her teeth and crank her head to her husband, eyes hard and questioning as if trying to deliver a message to him. Really? Why would you say that, doofus?

"Criminals like The Toddler, Doctor Minyak, Arson Boy, Frankini--" she listed as the villainous names began to scroll up the screen, making the heroes sigh and shake their heads. Of course, they didn't mean it like that, but the news crew were excellent at twisting their words. 

"Well, not necessarily..." (y/n) said, thinking that they were just taking it too far when her doofus was clearly naive and innocent--doing his best at the end of the day. They made it sound like they couldn't make mistakes or defend themselves, sitting there like naughty children. 

"I'm not done," Mary replied firmly, shocking the heroine because they were always tight - friends because (y/n) felt sorry for her, knowing how mean and cruel Trent could be. Yet, it appeared that even Mary Gaperman's tongue could be pretty sharp. 

"Mr Nice Guy, Jeff, Lil' Mustache, Big Mustache, The Midnight Tickler, The Time Jerker, Trenchfoot--"

"Okay, look... We can talk about who escaped all day long," Ray sighed, wanting to move on since he knew about the criminals on the loose - he'd been fighting them for years, doing the cops' jobs. No one talked about that, but whatever; he just got on with it. What was the point of dwelling on the past?

"And we will!" Trent, however, was loving how the couple squirmed. Whether it was helpful or not, he continued naming names and pointing fingers, even though it wasted valuable time the heroes could spend catching the crooks. With a smirk on his oily face, he carried on Mary's list, counting every name on his fingers as the checklist went on and on and on...

"Sue Nami, The White Collar, Mr Guilty--"

"Okay, we get it! We need to catch Mr. Guilty, and we will, I promise," (y/n) scoffed, slumping back into her chair as she scrubbed her forehead on her palm, growing equally frustrated at how unfair it felt. she knew they'd done wrong, but the one-sided trial seemed unjust; it barely gave them a chance to redeem themselves. 

"How? You don't have Kid Danger to help you anymore," Mary noted, unknowingly throwing salt in a sore wound. Darkness instantly clouded Ray's expression, making him grumpy and vicious, still mourning the loss of the kid who was like a brother to him--like a son. He missed him every day, and he'd barely been gone a month, even making (y/n) grow silent as they clutched at each other's hands. 

"Don't you dare say his name," the man growled, hating how nonchalant the news anchors seemed, barely recognising their grief. 

He saw them at the boy's fake funeral, mourning his loss, but they didn't care, brushing off his death like it was nothing, and he hated to see how it affected his beloved wife. Maybe Henry wasn't dead, but he was a million miles away...or it at least felt like that. He placed a warm, comforting hand on his sweet girl's back, soothing her heartache as she wondered if her baby was okay, if he was eating or missing home...

"We have everything under control," Ray said calmly, trying to keep a lid on his temper, mainly when his snarl made Mary recoil slightly. He didn't want to flip out on national TV, but no one, not even some ditzy journalist, upset his wife...

"We have a new team. Danger Force," Miss Danger revealed, swiftly collecting herself to replace her despair with pride because she had new babies to focus on, even if she didn't quite feel the same for them yet...

"Yes, the ones who helped you and your husband free those very guilty criminals," Trent sneered, spitting the word out like the sight of her holding her doofus' hand made him gag. 

"Well, as we speak, Danger Force is combing the streets of Swellview to find those criminals," Ray revealed in a clipped tone as it grew increasingly difficult to remain civil. He didn't like the guy's manner or insinuations. Still, he controlled his temper for his sweet girl, her presence soothing his frustration. 

It might have been risky to send the kids to recover some criminals alone, but what choice did they have? Captain Man and Miss Danger were busy, and besides, they said they were more than qualified, making up for their mistake. After all, it was their fault that they were in this mess...

"Why aren't you out there helping them?"

"If you must know, we have a couple's massage scheduled today..." the hero sniffed, saltier about delaying their appointment than having to do the interview. He'd been looking forward to it, knowing his wife deserved rest and relaxation...and maybe his wandering hands when the masseuse wasn't looking. What he would do to see her in nothing more than a towel, soft skin glowing from the scented oils, sighs and moans falling from her lips from the massage. 

"I'm so sorry..."

"We didn't know," Trent and Mary quickly apologised, looking deeply ashamed of themselves for doubting the heroes when they already had plans. It was a little bizarre, making (y/n) quirk an eyebrow since that was what they decided to feel bad about. Still, she let it slide, tummy tingling at the thought of seeing her doofus wearing nothing but a fluffy robe. 

"We forgive you," she replied sweetly as Ray grabbed his drink - a weird beverage recently hitting Swellview's supermarket shelves. It looked like regular milk, like anything from a cow. Yet, it had a shocking, tongue-sizzling twist, which only the most ridiculous of inventors could've come up with. 

Spicy milk was the latest craze, tasting exactly as it sounded - strange. While it tricked the tastebuds and probably wasn't good for your health, it was strangely addictive. As Ray took a sip, (y/n) looked up at him with those big round eyes, channelling that cat from a famous movie, her tongue darting out to smack her lips together, indicating she was thirsty. He paused, mid-sip, glancing down at his wife and instantly knowing she wanted some, even though the carton was beside her. 

It wasn't like she wanted her own glass--oh no, that would be too easy. She never wanted her spicy milk, just a taste of his, often resulting in her finishing half the glass. If he was a stronger, crueller man, he would've told her to pour some more, but he wasn't, offering the rim to her mouth so she could drink her fill. 

It was endearing, watching as she gulped it down, swearing it tasted better coming from his glass--or it was just nicer to share. Pulling away, (y/n) licked her lips, smiling up at her lover contently as she leaned back, ignorant of the swooning fans at home as they watched the wholesome interaction, wondering where they could get a spicy milk-sharing man too. 

"So, after my wife and I have our massage and a nice glass of spicy milk--"

"Ooh, I love spicy milk!" Mary exclaimed gleefully as Ray took another sip, noticing the half-empty glass after his sweet girl downed half of it. Still, anything to make her happy...

"Who doesn't? Fresh from Swellview's famous spicy cows," Trent said rhetorically, knowing that the bizarre concoction had flown off the shelves after its release, taking Swellview by storm despite its zesty flavour. It burned...at both ends...but no one could stop drinking it. 

"Yeah, anyway--we'll get out there and help Danger Force round up the criminals if we even have to," (y/n) moved on, refocusing the interview as she ignored the pain on her tongue, wishing her doofus had chosen a soda instead. Stealing his drinks when he drank liquid fire was hard, but she couldn't help it - it was one of their earliest forms of affection. 

"Yeah! Any minute now, I'll bet our team is gonna come walking in there and say, Captain Man, Miss Danger, we got 'em!" Ray smirked, trusting the plucky children to make him proud after sending them off with simple instructions. 

Find a villain, safely incapacitate them, and bring them home. Don't die.

He didn't see what was so hard about that, but maybe that was because he'd done it for years. Enthusiasm didn't count for much without any skill, so (y/n) wasn't so sure, giggling nervously as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and proudly pecked her cheek. These were the same kids who blew a hole in the jail wall after gatecrashing their mission; she didn't have much hope. 

"Captain Man, Miss Danger, we got 'em!" And for good reason, too. Just as Ray's lips left her supple skin, Miles burst through the door, his energy and excitement suggesting that he'd nabbed some great villain - Doctor Minyak, The Time Jerker, hell, maybe even Jeff. 

The couple spun around, hoping to see success, but her brows furrowed when (y/n) saw the boy trotting toward them. There was no bad guy, no prisoner in sight, yet Miles' hands weren't empty. He carried a large baking tray filled with food, which strangely looked like slow-cooked chicken wings, given that he was also wearing chicken wing sunglasses. The heroine felt her stomach drop, and it wasn't because of the delicious smell...

"Ooh, right on time. Who'd you get?" Ray asked smugly, wanting the news team to get a good view of his apprentice's catch--to rub it in their faces that their heroes were competent, but instead, he was humiliated again. 

"Not a who, but a what! And that was is some wiiiiiings!" Miles cheered after dumping the silver tray in front of Miss Danger, making her jump when the gloopy, sticky sauce splashed on her skirt. Wiping it off, she licked her fingertip, wrinkling her nose when another hit of spiciness assaulted her tastebuds, and her face fell in disappointment. 

Not to be the negative one, but was Henry ever this...difficult?

"You're supposed to be rounding up criminals," she told the boy through gritted teeth as Chapa floated down the stairs, looking equally pleased with herself. Neither child recognised how the couple tried to keep up appearances and stay calm in front of the cameras so the anchors didn't see something was wrong, parading like everything was one big joke. 

"We were!" Chapa replied happily, circling Ray with another tray of chicken wings before setting them down before him. Of all the things that made them look like idiots, this had to be the most embarrassing, both adults gulping and grimly glancing down at the food as Trent and Mary gawped. Oh, the press would have a field day...

"No criminals at the wing store!"

"Just these bad boys! Am I right?!" Miles cheered, high-fiving his friends as she munched on the fried meat and shouted, only noticing the cameras and live monitors when (y/n) cleared her throat. 

"Oh, hey! Are we live?" She asked brashly, not even bothering to mind her volume since it was Captain Man's gig, and she didn't recognise the issues of being an idiot on national television, too busy riding on a superhero high. She leaned on Ray's shoulder, forcing the man to separate himself from his sweet girl since her body weight pushed him into his wife's space too much, turning the interview into a circus. 

"Yes, we are..." the man replied meekly as Miles poked his head between the lovers, ignorant of how (y/n) fell forward into the greasy tray or how the chicken stained her uniform. 

"What up, newsers?!" The boy shouted boorishly, throwing his greasy fingers up toward the camera as he loudly chewed on a wing, hideously uncouth and unruly for the world to see. Worse still, the news ticker at the bottom of the TV monitor said it all, proclaiming that Captain Man and his lovely wife were losing control of their interview, all thanks to their incompetent team. 

"It doesn't seem like you have everything under control," Trent remarked as the couple tried to quieten the rambunctious children, pushing them away from view with no success. 

"No, no, we've got everything under control. We're taking this situation very seriously," (y/n) replied with a stern finger despite her flustered expression and burning cheeks. As much as she tried to appear calm and collected, her furious glare said everything, especially when she whacked the chicken wing out of Miles' hand and slapped Chapa's knuckles when she tried to take another one - a picture of no control. 

"Will you two behave?!"

"She's dancing..." Mary pointed out, making Ray turn around to see how a wingless and bored Chapa had started wiggling her hips and gyrating her arms to a silent beat. She looked ridiculous yet refused to settle down when (y/n) scolded her, continuing to roll her body even as Ray glared. 

"She's not supposed to be dancing! She's supposed to be looking for criminals!" He growled, not that the girl cared. She felt invincible in her armour, especially after patrolling the streets as the city's newest hero, so who was Captain Man to tell her off?

As Chapa partied and Miles took another snack, Mika burst in, looking as frazzled and high-strung as usual. Fabulous; it was just what Ray and (y/n) needed--another child running rampant, but at least she had the decency to focus on the mission. She'd checked everywhere, but without training or knowledge, finding any criminals worth their time was impossible, so she returned humiliated and empty-handed. 

"I lost them at the wing store, but I--" Mika exclaimed as she hopped down the stairs, only to freeze when she saw the holographic screen. "Are you doing an interview?!"

"Yes! Live!" Ray replied sharply, not knowing whether to look at the girl or the screen, making him look cutely panicked. Still, there was no time for (y/n) to coo over his little pout as Mika gasped and immediately dropped to the floor, feeling awful that she'd been caught in the background. 

It didn't matter, not when her brother and Chapa were causing chaos, but she still ducked, sliding across the floor on her tummy like she was doing the worm. 

"Now both of them are dancing," Mary frowned, thinking the girl had joined her friends, mistaking her good intentions for mischief. 

"Yeah, this is, uh...this is their victory dance!" (y/n) lied, instantly regretting her words since they sounded so lame, but the kids went with it - perhaps a little too far. 

"Which we'll do on our enemies' graves!" Chapa exclaimed darkly, making everyone gulp because it wasn't Captain Man and Miss Danger's usual style. They weren't so deadly typically, capturing and controlling villains without ever stooping to their level because killing was cowardly. Superheroes worked with grace and compassion, which someone really should've said to the girl. 

"Oh my!..." Trent murmured as he and Mary visibly recoiled, shocked by such violence from a seemingly innocent child. That was the last straw, and Ray turned around to send them away before they said or did something else to ruin their reputations. 

"Get them outta here!" He hissed to Mika, hoping that she, the smart one of Danger Force, could take her wild friends somewhere else, but she was instead...clumsy. 

While Chapa and Miles danced around like idiots, she tried to grab their flailing hands, only to accidentally push her twin into a board holding a map of Swellview. He hit the tiled ground hard, sending the board clattering across the smooth stone, too, making more noise than when he and the red-wearing girl were messing around. 

"You guys are causing a scene!" Miss Danger told them in an uncharacteristically rude voice, feeling more stressed than she had in years, and that was saying something. She was naturally nervous, but she'd faced bad guys and ghouls, sat for dozens of interviews, and posed for hundreds of magazines, even facing her murderous ex-boyfriend. Still, none of that made her feel like this--like she was utterly helpless with zero control. 

"Oopsie!" Mika squeaked, shuffling on her hands and knees to try and mop up the mess before her teachers got even angrier, but it didn't help. 

"Captain Man, Miss Danger...it seems your team is embarrassing itself once again."

"You know what, Trent? Let me explain something to you about Danger Force," Miles snarled, interrupting the interview before Ray or (y/n) could reply, ignoring their attempts to placate him. He boldly stood between the couple, glaring at the dark-haired man as he sat back in shock, slightly frightened by his mean glare. 

"We don't play by your rules, old man!"

"I don't see why you had to bring my age into this..." the news anchor replied dryly as the comment rolled off his back since he had a thick skin regarding troublesome interviewees. He wasn't offended, but it didn't look good on the heroes' part that one of their protégées was hurling insults, unchecked and unchallenged. 

But it didn't matter. Before Miles could respond to his quick, calm quip, he shoved another chicken wing in his mouth, a violent, eye-watering heat suddenly assaulting his tongue. His hands flew to his mouth as the tube beeped, signalling that someone was coming up, but Miles didn't care, feeling like his mouth was melting to the movement of Chapa's dancing. 

"Too hot! Too hot! It's burning my mouth!"

"I got The Toddler!" Bose announced as he happily sauntered on-camera, smiling at his friend as he ran off, clutching his tongue for some reason. The kid was too ditzy to care, proud of his capture because this was the one Captain Man said was their number one priority, although nearly impossible to find single-handedly. 

"What? You got The Toddler?!" Ray gasped, eyes bulging out of his head as he stared at his sweet girl, and his dumbest student walked behind him, holding his captive. Even Mary and Trent looked at each other in surprise, wondering if they'd poorly thought of the new heroes too quickly as Bose planted the short person in front of (y/n). 

While she couldn't see their identity due to the mask the boy had shoved over his face, her tummy told her something wasn't right. In her experience, The Toddler wasn't one to get captured by some amateur, not without good reason, and as this criminal stood patiently before her, she noticed how small they were, barely meeting the middle of her chest. And was that...giggling she could hear? Not even one witty comment or "well, well, well..." coming from the guy...

"Wait a second..." she muttered before yanking the hood from the criminal's head, only to see that her suspicions were correct. 

The poor thing, they weren't even a criminal or an adult. Her frown melted, and a grin replaced it as she saw a little boy smiling up at her, pearly baby teeth twinkling as he giggled and reached out to stroke her face, clearly having been in the wrong place at the wrong time when a dimwitted sidekick came along. He was adorable - who could ever think he was evil?

"This isn't The Toddler! It's just a toddler!" She sighed as the boy giggled, fascinated by her soft features and shiny outfit, and it was enough to make her broody side go haywire. She liked kids - God knows she was around them enough - but she could hardly congratulate Bose for taking someone's child and expect a reward. 

"Do I get a treat?"

"No!" She exclaimed, petting the toddler's head as he prodded something cool on her utility belt. 

Ray watched closely, escaping his immense frustration momentarily to watch as his wife smiled at the little boy, whispering comforting words and stroking his chubby cheeks while chaos reigned around her. She handled things so much better than he did, looking so perfect as the child crawled into her lap, babbling nonsense that she agreed with anyway. Did he dare to admit that his heart soared at the picture?

"I need milk!" Miles' panicked pleading broke him out of his daydream, having broken into a sweat once the spice became too much. He was dying, begging for something fatty to soothe his tastebuds, and Chapa was quick to help. 

"Here's some milk!" She told him, dashing over to the interview desk to grab the red carton Ray and (y/n) had been drinking out of, urgently handing it over without reading the label since her friend needed it so badly. 

"No, that's spicy milk!" The woman exclaimed worriedly as the toddler hopped off her lap, eager to explore his shiny, glowing surroundings now that the lovely lady was distracted. But it was too late for Miles; he downed the milk without thinking, although he instantly regretted it when the liquid scalded his inner cheeks and tongue, coating his tunic and tender flesh with flowing fire. 

He screamed in pain, looking like something out of a horror film as the milk soaked his face and uniform, seeping into his eyes from how he tilted the carton too far. He ran off, screaming for Chapa and her devil drink to stay away and accidentally crashing into the map again as Ray sighed. 

His sweet girl rested her forehead on his shoulder as Bose and Chapa began dancing, Mika running after her brother with a damp cloth to try and wipe the spice from his eyes. The toddler stared at the elder children with wide, wonder-filled eyes, glad he'd been taken from his dull stroller for this adventure, not that Captain Man would agree.

Turning back to Mary and Trent, he offered a tired smile, looking every bit the overworked, underpaid, outnumbered father he was, patting his wife on the head as she closed her eyes. The interview was a disaster; she didn't care who saw her. 

"It's under control," the man nodded, smiling through the pain as the reporters sat back, thoroughly convinced the Captain was out of his depth. And you know what? Ray thought they were right.

~Later that day~

Once they'd wrapped up the disastrous interview, Danger Force didn't see Captain Man and Miss Danger until after lunch. Undoubtedly, the man stomped off with his sweet girl traipsing behind, needing to cool off before he saw their faces again. 

He was furious, having had enough of Trent's smartass comments and Mary's unintentionally offensive question, and had marched off to their bedroom before someone or something blew up his temper. (y/n) calmed him down, snuggling her doofus on their bed while he grumbled about being a laughingstock, but that didn't mean he still wasn't mad. 

And the kids felt terrible, offering the boss their apologies when they finally emerged past noon, looking a little bedraggled and breathless, but that went over their heads. Ray graciously accepted their apologies, guiding his diligent pupils into SWAG without considering the embarrassment they'd caused him, putting his fury behind him. 

Until it came to the lesson of the day. 

Perhaps it was a little Victorian, but he put them to work as punishment - an hour of sparring for all the memes now circulating Twitflash about Captain Moron. It was hard, sweat work, yet the hero merely sat and watched, nibbling on a bowl of miscellaneous snacks with his sweet girl on his lap as the children whacked at punching pillows. 

(y/n) took precautions, knowing she couldn't argue, and it wasn't like they didn't need the fighting practice, but she gave them protective gear - thick boxing gloves and hard plastic helmets. She didn't want them hurt, even if Ray couldn't care less. 

"Keep it goin'..." the man said flatly as he ate another chip, cradling his pretty wife as she nestled into his muscular embrace. He didn't give a fuck, his bored gaze passing over the exhausted children as their energetic attacks became weak punches, barely slapping and kicking their opponents, but he wanted more, feeling joy only when (y/n) pecked his jaw. 

"Put your back into it..."

"We've been doing this for too long!" Miles groaned and yanked off his helmet. He was finally fed up with his teacher's unenthusiastic directives as they worked themselves to death. It must've been nice to sit on a chair made from a gym ball, barking orders as his wife fed him cheese puffs. 

"Yeah, how much longer do we have to practice fighting?" Chapa asked as her friends took a much-needed break, staring at the unimpressed couple as (y/n) glanced away from her phone and threw another chip into her mouth. She wondered when they'd get grouchy but made no move to leave her lover's lap, practically melting as his bulky arms clenched and flexed around her body. 

"As long as I say!" And, God...if his grumpy voice didn't do things to her. 

"I feel like you're mad..." Bose suggested gently, making the woman's lips twitch at his innocence, even if it infuriated her husband even more. 

"Mad is an understatement," she giggled, frustration simmering in her stomach, but she hid it better than Ray. While she wasn't so mean, she did believe the kids needed a lesson, knowing they wouldn't last a week with regular missions. She shifted in his lap to face them, hearing the grump behind her grunt as her ass ground down until her back rested against his chest. If he was fury, she was fairness, keeping him in check. 

"You guys embarrassed me and my sweet girl on the news!" Ray grumbled, stuffing his face with food to numb the pain. He didn't want to be in public for weeks until the heat died, preferring to cower between the sheets with his wife. She didn't laugh so harshly like everyone else, too sweet and soft to be mean...

"Why do we even have to practice fighting? We've got superpowers," Chapa asked, showing her open, spark-free palm, but this time, even (y/n) frowned, folding her arms as she gave the girl a curious look. She thought the answer was obvious...

"Yeah, and you're super-trash at using them," her doofus retorted before she could express her disagreement, making her snort at his speedy wit, which wasn't typical of him - the man who thought it was pronounced supposably. She tried to hide it, clamping a hand over her mouth to smother her giggles, but that didn't stop the kids gasping and frowning at his burn. 

It stung more than they cared to admit, but it showed on their faces, and they didn't appreciate how (y/n/n) laughed, rubbing salt in the wound as her cocky husband shrugged. 

"If you were trying to offend us--congratulations, ma'am and sir..." Bose sniffled, and he was the one (y/n) genuinely felt bad for. The kid walked around in a daydream, aiming to please and following his friends like a well-meaning sheep. But as much as (y/n) wanted to be sincere and comforting - like it was in her nature - Ray merely shook his head and tucked his nose into his wife's neck, inhaling her fragrant scent to calm himself down. 

"You know what, Danger Force? Let's show these guys what we can do!" Mika said, turning to her friends with her typical defiant attitude, pursing her lips as the couple looked up with tired yet interested eyes. Oh, they couldn't wait to see this...

"This should be good..." (y/n) sighed, wiggling in her seat as she sat straighter, unphased and unafraid in the face of their combined strength. Her movements made Ray grunt, his hand squeezing her hipbone as the other tightened around his snack bowl - he was more concerned about spilling the chips and remaining pubically decent than their attack. 

However, their lack of fear didn't phase the team, who took their places in a line, much like they'd done at Swellview Prison. They prepared themselves, Bose's fingers raised to his temples, Mika's held up to her face. At the same time, Miles mentally readied himself to teleport, and Chapa's rage sparked her electricity. And still, Ray didn't budge - neither himself nor his precious wife. 

"Oh, here it comes..." he sighed, gaze barely bothering to flicker over them as they went for the attack--if it could be called that. 

Honestly, (y/n) expected it to be bad, but this was dire. Worse than she imagined, making her confidence in the team plummet. Mika's scream wasn't super-sonic, not even a tenth of the ferocity when she blew the jail wall down, more like a gentle breeze that tickled her face and made Ray's hair flutter. 

"There it is, everybody. Strap in."

Chapa's electricity was more tickle than shock, illuminating her fingers but travelling no further. She could growl, shout, and curse all she wanted; her fury wasn't strong enough, barely generating enough power to make her hands glow, so Ray didn't need to worry about protecting his sweet girl. Her tummy wasn't even tingling, signalling no threat here. 

"This is embarrassing..." she muttered, watching with an almost disgusted stare as Bose tried to lift the chair from under her and Ray.

With his fingers on his temple, he wanted to make it move, using the techniques she'd shown him to raise pencils and peanuts - light objects since it was clever to start small. However, moving the big, bulky chair burdened with a big, bulky man and his wife wasn't easy, making his muscles strain. His head hurt like a migraine was throwing a salsa party in his skull, and the chair didn't even move - a waste of energy. 

"Miles, are you in a Journey concert?" Ray asked as he fed (y/n) a chip, laughing as the kid fisted the air, almost like he was jamming out at a rock concert. He wanted to move, but unlike when he couldn't stop his random teleportations, this time, he couldn't budge, not even an inch. 

"Bose, do you have to use the potty? Because it looks like you need to make a boom-boom," he added dryly, moving his criticisms onto the boy next to him, highly amused by how he squeezed and strained to make something--anything move. 

The whole situation shouldn't have been so funny, the hilarity mixing with despair for the couple because this was their team. Even when Henry was powerless, he could still fight, but this? This was like sending babies into battle - soft, squishy beings who thought they were invincible. 

But something did come of their efforts. As they all tried to attack the couple, the pot of pencils sitting on the lectern toppled over, spilling across the floor and making them cheer in victory since someone hit it - and they had to take wins where they could find them. 

"Oh, no. Help. Death by pencils..." (y/n) retorted sarcastically, staring as the yellow graphite rolled across the floor. She couldn't even be bothered to feel impressed that they'd managed to hit something, knowing they'd have to be tidied up.

"I'll keep you safe, darlin'..." Ray joked, curling around her body and smooching her neck, grossing the kids out with the loud, smacking noise of his lips and tongue meeting her skin. They gagged when she squirmed and laughed, but as much as she claimed to hate it, she still moved closer, too engrossed in the addictive affection to focus on who knocked the pencils over. 

"I moved those with my mind!" Bose exclaimed gleefully, ignoring how his stomach lurched at the couple's love to celebrate how he'd managed to use his power. Those practice sessions had helped, but everyone else begged to differ...

"No, I zapped them over!" Chapa argued, even though no one had seen any bolts leaving her hands. 

"I knocked them over with my scream!" Mika shouted with a bright smile, still ecstatic that she had a superpower, having had few opportunities to test it out, and none of them were successful. She hadn't found the proper technique to activate it yet, but maybe, just maybe, she'd managed a mini-scream while aiming at Ray's smug face. 

"Actually, I teleported over, knocked them down, and teleported back. Points for Miles!" The boy on her right boasted, looking particularly proud, no matter how implausible it was for him to make it to the lectern and back unnoticed. 

His impossible feat caused an argument, making his friends yell about how full of it he was and how they'd obviously pulled it off instead. They were so loud that they were giving (y/n) a headache, her hands reaching over her ears, and she couldn't take anymore, not when they were arguing over nothing. 

"Hey, hey, hey! Shut up!" She yelled over them, sounding like an enraged mother as she nearly rose from Ray's lap, only for his arm to stay anchored around her waist. He couldn't bear to lose the weight of her, not for something as dumb as a childish argument, and even if it was just for a few more seconds, he wanted to hold her close. 

"Guys...you were trying to hit us! Who cares if you hit the pencils? They weren't the target, but if you can't even get your powers to work, let alone aim... we're screwed."

"(y/n/n)..." Mika murmured, hating to see her disappointed. As much as Ray was the boss, (y/n) was the sun, cheery, bright and beautiful; her warmth helped them grow and feel safe, and most importantly, the world of the Man's Nest revolved around her. Everyone, especially Ray, strived to impress her and keep the sun smiling, and seeing her so dejected was like the room grew cold and loveless. 

"Hey! You know what, guys?" Ray butted in, pulling his wife closer like he was shielding her from all the negativity. He appeared happy, smiling and bouncy like his puppy, but it fell. 

"If we ever get into a fight with an army of angry pencils...we'll probably have to do everything ourselves..." the hero sighed and placed the chip bowl on the floor, looking utterly disappointed and defeated - a rare sight for the unbeatable Captain Man. 

(y/n) tried to cheer him up, kissing his forehead and cheeks when he sat up, but the awkward moment didn't last long. An alarm rang in the classroom, dusting the walls in red light, warning the children and teachers that hero work was over and this was meant to be a school.

"Stranger approaching... School mode activated," an automated voice spoke, and the argument vanished. 

There was no time for petty disagreements, and the kids dashed into action, instantly running to throw all the equipment into Schwoz's tube system, cleverly hidden in what looked like a regular cupboard. Anything with Captain Man's logo turned into dust in the tube, the genius' nanotechnology keeping everything neat, tidy, and swift. 

"Let's go--let's go--let's go!" Ray whispered urgently, clapping his hands as (y/n) slid off his lap and hurried to help them, making room for the classroom furniture - normal stuff like desks and paper. 

They threw the boxing gloves, pads, and mats into the cupboard, glad it could all be shoved in without finesse. Once everything was tucked away, everyone stood flush to the walls, allowing the tables and chairs to return to the floor, giving the room a kooky yet believable classroom feel. 

Ray and (y/n) even had their own routine, looking more like junk store owners than teachers, and they didn't go in for that anymore. The heroes raised their arms as two sleek suit jackets fell from the ceiling, one tailored for his broad shoulders and the other cut in a more feminine style. 

They slipped down their bodies in a rehearsed yet efficient manner, fitting the couple perfectly as they wiggled to get them on properly. (y/n) was particularly fond of them, remembering how she stitched the school's crest on the pocket while dreaming about how the blue blazer would match his eyes--too handsome for her heart to take. 

The board faded from hero stuff to schoolwork, depicting a paragraph on World War One, a diagram on the physics of a ping-pong ball, and a drawing of a triangular prism. Ray grabbed a ruler, and (y/n) slipped on a pair of glasses; they were set, looking studious and wise like real professors - just in the nick of time, too. 

"Okay, everyone, act normal...or as normal as you can get," the heroine told everyone as she and her doofus approached the front door, taking deep breaths since they weren't too confident in doing teacher-y things. 

Whether they should hold hands was something they ignored, needing the contact to remain calm and attentive. At the same time, the kids draped themselves over their desks, channelling the well-known boredom from a math lesson or history lecture, not that Ray could teach either. 

"Hey, hi, hello, yes, hello, hi--can we help you?" Ray rambled once he'd gained the courage to briskly open the door, only encouraged by his sweet girl squeezing his hand. 

Instantly, he didn't like the guy staring back, noticing he was taller, lanky, and not bad-looking, rather handsome by most women's standards - not that he had anything to worry about in (y/n)'s books. Admittedly, he didn't look like much to her, wearing a delivery company's uniform as he smiled politely, even tipping his head at her like a suave gentleman. Still, she didn't like how he stepped over the threshold and into the room. 

"You're interrupting the school day--lesson--learning. The children are learning..." she stammered, losing her cool when the strange man smiled at her, seemingly staring into her soul like he knew something...more. 

The kids agreed, grinning politely at the stranger like normal pupils, not four unruly brats embroiled in a dispute with their overprotective mentors. It was funny to see them all staring back; like curious meerkats, it was apparent that they rarely got visitors, not that the audience spooked the delivery guy, who studied the classroom and its occupants carefully. 

"What are you learning?" The man asked, outwardly harmless, but something seemed off about him. Ray definitely didn't like how tall he was, towering over him by another three inches at least, and that was saying a lot, given his six-foot frame. Maybe it was the paranoid supe in him, but he suspected everyone of something - perhaps he was a villain in disguise. 

"Biology."

"Nohe of your business."

"Books..." the children's varied replies came, puzzling the man even further, prompting more questions in his frown, not that the adults gave him another chance to speak. 

"Who are you?" (y/n) asked curtly, folding her arms as the dude peered down at her pleasantly, leading to Ray draping his arm over her shoulders, coating his sweet girl in his scent and toned muscle. He'd punch a guy if he needed to. Yet, he wasn't interested in flirting, moving past the woman with a dismissive grin, more interested in the classroom. 

"Just a guy..."

"Well, what are you doing here?" The hero pressed, mildly irritated, when he saw that the guy was literally called Guy. Everything about him screamed ordinary, but there was still that weird vibe, especially when he looked straight past Ray and at the room again. That stung for a guy so used to commanding attention wherever he went. 

"Just strollin'. Saw this school. Thought I'd stroll in and ask some questions."

"Oh, slow your stroll...guy," (y/n) quickly stopped him when the stranger tried to push his way into the school, acting a little too nosy and suspicious for her liking. And Ray didn't like when she had to put a gentle hand on the guy's stomach to keep him in the doorway, growling lowly in his throat when he recalled how those fingertips had trailed down his abs earlier that morning...and lower. 

He really didn't like this guy but didn't get his chance to throw him out on his ear. When (y/n) pushed Guy away, the toddler ran into the room, still roaming SWAG and the Man's Nest because Bose hadn't returned him to his family, so he was just running around, loving life...with a pair of giant scissors. 

"Is that your kid?" Guy asked the couple, spotting their matching golden rings and assuming they'd procreated the little hell-spawn flying between the desks, dual weapon in hand. 

"Scissors!" The little boy cried happily as Ray and (y/n) sighed, hearts fluttering at the thought of the pitter-patter of tiny feet sounding in their halls. Still, it was drowned out by the worry of the toddler falling and cutting his face off. Did his parents never tell him not to run with scissors? And giant ones, at that?

(y/n) gasped as he twirled the scissors behind him, threatening to chop Danger Force's legs off, and she swiftly jumped into action. It was funny to see her running after the little boy, cooing for him to stop and wait for her, but the chase was like a game to the kid - he just giggled and kept going. 

"Get outta here!" Ray exclaimed angrily, shoving Guy out of the door so he could go and help his sweet girl with that scissor-wielding nightmare. Luckily, the delivery man didn't fight much. He slipped onto the porch before Ray slammed the door in his face, stalking toward the front of the classroom as his wife struggled to catch him. 

"What is that toddler still doing here?" he asked sharply--mainly looking at Bose since he brought him home. It wasn't like he hated the idea of people assuming they were parents, but he knew his kids would be much cuter - they would be part-(y/n), after all. 

"Bose, we told you to take him back to where you found him," she said exasperatedly, catching her breath when she failed to grab the boy. He was too fast, zipping under desks and out the door before she could scold him for being so dangerous. 

"And I told you I can't remember where I found him," Bose replied curtly, stressing that in his infinite wisdom, he'd made a slight mistake. It was a mistake that had Ray practically pulling his hair out and (y/n) rubbing her red eyes for the millionth time, knowing they would get so much shit for this. 

Of all the things he could've done, kidnapping someone's baby had to be the worst thing--it's what sent people to prison, heroes or no heroes. 

"We have bigger problems than the fact that Bose kidnapped a child and gave him giant scissors..." Mika said, plunging the couple into deeper worry because that sounded like rock bottom. 

"What could be bigger than a felony? Y'know, judges don't like people who steal babies!" (y/n) groaned, already planning a move to Cuba with her doofus in case the cops came banging on their door. But the girl didn't seem too bothered, flicking through the built-in PearPad on her desk and seeing some troubling news. 

"(y/n/n), I just got a GuGu alert."

"Hang on, I'll alert the free press," the woman replied sarcastically, wondering what her social media had to do with their misery, but Mika quickly showed them. She flicked her screen onto the board, mirroring the post that had her pretty face looking so worried, and it wasn't good. 

"The video of Ray and (y/n)'s interview earlier went viral. They gave us stupid names!" She exclaimed as the couple studied the video clip of Trent and Mary, pondering what she meant. Well, they did act like idiots in front of thousands of people; the internet could be cruel...

"What?!" Chapa gasped, but Mika didn't elaborate. Instead, she hit play. 

"Breaking news! A disastrous interview on KLVY, and this time, it wasn't Mary's fault."

"That's right, Trent. Mary did good!" The video started with the usual grump and his beaming colleague, who was very pleased with herself for not screwing up for once. Rather, the heat was on someone else, and she was happy to let them have it if it meant the mean trolls left her alone. 

"But you know who did bad? These kids, who ruined an otherwise perfect interview."

"Once known as Danger Force, these kids are now being called Oopsie Girl, The Wing Wimp, Spicy Milk, and Gorgeous Hair Boy," Trent reported, (y/n) watching as the kids' faces fell into deep, uncomfortable frowns, groaning as their embarrassing photos were shown. 

It was unfortunate, knowing that they'd done this to themselves. The heroine gave them an empathetic smile, remembering when she was known as Captain Man's friend, Female Kid Danger, or just That Woman for the first few weeks of her career. The names were cruel and offensive, but the last one - Bose's nickname - made her uneasy, wondering who was looking close enough to notice the kid's lush, silken locks. 

"Ugh, when will people stop talking about my gorgeous hair?" He grumbled as if it was a bad thing, but judging by the light blush on his cheeks, (y/n) guessed that he didn't like people treating him like some himbo object. Of course, he was a person, not just cute dimples and long hair. 

"It's, like...my eyes are down here, people!"

"I do not want my superhero name to be Spicy Milk!" Chapa snapped, abruptly pushing her chair back and stomping toward her teachers, wanting them to do something about the cruel taunts since they had status, power, and respect. It was all right for them; they had cool names. 

"I object to The Wing Wimp in the strongest possible terms!" Miles agreed, gathering near Ray and (y/n) too, thinking it wasn't his fault that he ate too many chicken wings and burned his tongue out. It was an accident, but most memes are...

"Well, have you thought about what you want your names to be?" (y/n) asked as Ray curled an arm around her hips, slipping his hand into her back pocket so it sat snuggly on her ass. She tried not to let it phase her, brushing over the move as he stood there, smiling happily as his fingers tapped her squishy flesh. 

"Yes!" Mika declared excitedly, having literally thought about nothing else. 

Obviously, they knew who they wanted to be - it was all they could think about. Finally, reaching a stage where they were fit to go out and fight crime with fully-fledged superpowers and heroic names was the dream. They'd stayed up until midnight once, pitching wicked ideas until they were deemed good enough for Ray's standards. He wouldn't work with losers...

"I want to be ShoutOut 'cause once I shout--you're out!" The girl explained with a smirk, making the couple glance at each other, humming appreciatively. That one wasn't bad...

"And I'm AWOL because just like that...I'm gone!" Miles said dramatically, mimicking how his superpower made him disappear in the blink of an eye. Much like his sister's, his name was interesting, although the couple didn't show emotion...yet. 

"I'm Volt because..." Chapa growled, opening her hands so her electricity could do the talking, even though the name was self-explanatory. However, nothing happened when she commanded her fingers to spark, leaving an awkward pause when she realised she looked stupid, standing there with crooked fingers and no zapping. 

"Okay, hold on..."

"Right..." Ray sighed, not needing any more since he got the picture, but the girl insisted. So, he and (y/n) waited, turning to Bose. Meanwhile, she cursed herself for failing in her big moment, forced to let them picture the electricity whilst the man patted his wife's butt affectionately. He loved her cute little heinie...

"And I'm Gorgeous Hair Boy!--" The confused kid announced, making the teachers frown because he seemed so sure of himself--until he thought about it momentarily, his face twisting into an innocently merry grin.     

"Wait, no! I'm BrainStorm because I'm smart...Wait, no!" He said, a little confused, but he had spirit. Nevertheless, his name was also pretty innovative, reflecting his power and abilities rather than his intelligence, which didn't matter in the heat of battle. 

"So...what do you think?" Mika slowly asked the couple, seeking their approval since they had the knowledge, experience, and, most importantly, the last say. 

"We think..." (y/n) replied, equally slowly as she turned to her doofus, instantly lost in his crystal blue eyes so they didn't verbally communicate, but they didn't need to. Such soulmates knew what the other was thinking, knowing the other approved, so they just eye-flirted, giving each other goo-goo stares while the kids waited in suspense. 

"Those names are pretty swet!" Ray grinned, praising the kids as they jumped in victories, agreeing they'd created unique and personalised aliases exceptionally well. 

They chatted briefly, basking in the happiness of finding the names they'd use for the rest of their superhero lives. However, in the excitement, they didn't notice someone creeping into the room - surprisingly silent for someone so tall but certainly unwelcome...

"Well, then, you're in trouble." A deep voice rumbled behind them, spooking the group as they jumped to see Guy, the weird delivery man, standing near the back room door. He must've snuck in that way or climbed through the window and had been eavesdropping without them noticing for a while, an impressive feat when dealing with hardened heroes. 

"Because if the news says your superhero name three times, that's your superhero name for-ever!"

"How the hell did you get in here, Guy?!" (y/n) exclaimed, still wrapped up in her doofus after he pulled his hand from her back pocket like it was burnt, swiftly shielding her with his body as he scanned the random dude for threats. He couldn't work him out, so he just stuck to glaring, hating how he spoke the truth. 

Weird; for just some guy, he sure as hell knew a lot about hero life, offering wisdom like he'd had firsthand experience. 

"Yeah, our security system's incredible!" Ray exclaimed, petting his wife's pretty head to try and calm her down, despising how this schmuck made her jump. He'd knock him out for messing with her nerves, but he'd kill him for smirking about it, almost challenging him with those amused brown as he stared down at Captain Man, who, for once in his life, felt small. 

"I know..." the guy smiled, looking like a boy on Christmas as he buzzed on the spot, weirdly excited about something... "I built it!"

"What?" They all frowned, but he didn't give them any longer to question it. 

To their horror, the man bent in half and grabbed the skin of his neck, yanking it grotesquely until it began to peel away, almost melting his face as another one was revealed. His entire head came off, and his body shrank, leaving a much smaller, less handsome guy in his place, one they knew all too well. 

"WHAAAAAT?" Ray's jaw hit the floor, his eyes widening, and his arms falling limply around his sweet girl as everyone stared at Schwoz. Genius Schwoz. Inventor Schwoz. The Man's Nest's resident weirdo Schwoz. Schwoz, whose disguise was so brilliant that no one even knew it was him, and all it was was just a bit of latex and a couple of stilts. 

They couldn't believe it, choking on their saliva as he giggled, thoroughly satisfied that he'd managed to trick them and even made Ray jealous. Honestly, he hated any guy whom his sweet girl looked at, except for little old Schwozie, the least threatening but cleverest guy around. 

"Schwoz?!"

"Yes, it's me, Schwoz!" The small man smiled at Chapa and the other kids, taking the old name tag off his shirt to show his real name underneath. 

"I was just pretending to be Guy to make sure you all followed the security protocol," he explained as Ray grinned, forgetting all of his suspicions and hate to praise his handyman. He'd tricked everyone through and through, and whilst (y/n) was still reeling from the shock of watching a man rip his face off, her husband loved it. 

"Well, were you also just pretending that if the news says our dumb names three times, they become our real superhero names?" Miles asked worriedly, hoping that part was another hilarious prank. The Wing Wimp sounded like such a loser...

"Ohhhh, no!" However, the genius just laughed, killing all hope in the boy, whose smile quickly dropped. 

"No, I don't joke about names. Only faces."

"Schwoz is right. Back before I was known as Captain Man, I was almost known as Angry Punch Guy," Ray revealed, making (y/n) giggle.

She vaguely recalled that time, but it was difficult to remember when Swellview was without its famous hero, and she didn't really pay attention to his exploits until he stole the headlines every day. And even then, she didn't care about such a womanising bighead until they met on that fateful day... Would she have fallen for him if he had called something so...stupid?

"Why would you call yourself that?" Mika asked, thinking it was strange, much worse than Captain Man, but maybe that was because she'd grown up with the name everyone knew and loved. 

"He didn't. Trent Overrunder did, though, twice. And he almost said it a third time..." (y/n) explained, rolling her eyes as she remembered the incident, one of the first times that little spandex bastard caught her attention. He wasn't as impressive in those days, hardly the man she fell in love with. 

"Well, what stopped him?"

"This doofus intervened..." she told Miles, who sensed something more to what she was saying, given how she fought a teasing smile, one that hinted at something more than a silly name. 

"He got a liiiiittle visit from Angry Punch Guy," Ray added with a smirk, turning to the whiteboard as he flicked through some folders - Schwoz Fails, Hot Toks, Honeymoon <3, Angry Punch Guy - and clicked a video onto it with his remote control. Instantly, the kids knew it was from the archives, shocked by the grainy quality and the fashion--God, the fashion. 

Was this the modern day or the sixties? Ray wasn't even that old, deeply confusing the kids as an ancient-looking Trent appeared on the screen, a thick thatch of hair on his head and an old-fashioned moustache tickling his upper lip. His hideous maroon suit matched the outdated decor, making (y/n) sigh. She forgot about how things were that year...

"Dozens of protestors flooded the streets, but their free speech was thwarted by pro-war activist and Swellview's newest superhero, Angry Punch--" the man reported, only to be interrupted by a quick, brutal fist slogging his cheek. 

Wearing a garish bejewelled purple and green outfit, Mary looked up to see this new hero, who wasn't exactly the man the kids knew. It looked like Ray, but if he fell into a pit of flower-power, boogies, and peace signs, his old-style Captain Man uniform open in a V-neck, flared in the trousers, and sporting long yellow tassels on the sleeves. 

He looked ridiculous, and no one, except the adults, knew why he looked so old for a twenty-something-year-old guy. 

"That's not my name, dig?" Even his voice was different, slightly squeakier, and it held a smoother note like some hippie pothead - it screamed of the sixties. 

(y/n) rolled her eyes as she watched her future husband saunter up to Mary, both looking stupid as he hitched his leg onto the table and stared down at her from under his spherical afro. She didn't know what he was thinking, glad that the sixties fever only lasted a few months in the early noughties when the throwback was in vogue. 

"Now, let's disco, baby!" Yeah, there was no way her fourteen-year-old self initially had a crush on Captain Man, not when he danced like a grandpa on the news with Mary Gaperman. They danced to a retro song, crooning his chosen name, shimmying to the beat in their bell-bottom clothes, bringing back so many memories for Ray. 

His early twenties were unique, but Captain Man didn't have it easy originally. 

The kids and his wife stared as the hero launched into a groovy dance, swinging his hips and arms around as he recalled the summer of the swingin' sixties, even though he had to rework his image once autumn came. They didn't know what was worse - the hideous clip or how his body was moving...

"How old are you?" Miles asked, utterly disturbed by what he'd just seen. He couldn't believe (y/n) married someone so...weird, swearing that while he had the face of a guy in his late forties, he had to be, like...sixty, right?

"Next person who asks me how old I am is going to get a little visit from Angry Punch Guy! Who is thirty-s--thirty. Thirty!" Ray quickly replied, ceasing his dance to sternly threaten the kids, who knew how touchy he was about the O-word despite only knowing him for a few weeks. 

No one believed him, not missing how he stumbled over his numbers, and how could he lie when his sweet girl was next to him? She didn't care how old he was, thinking he was the kindest, cutest, hottest, doofiest man she'd ever met, and if he was thirty, she was twenty-four again. Yeah, right...

"Thirty-nine, doofus. You're thirty-nine, and I'm thirty-three," she smiled softly, giving him a tight side hug as he sighed, not liking how it sounded out loud. He was so old, yet she still seemed young...not that (y/n) saw it that way, turning to the kids with a besotted smile as she clung to her beloved doofus. 

"As weird as it seems, that was two-thousand-and-one when Ray was twenty. Everyone in Swellview went through a phase of loving the sixties--it was a whole thing. But it got old veeeeery quickly, thank God..." She smiled, glad they could laugh as Ray blushed, embarrassed that he thought his afro-hair was a good look. 

"I might not have accepted your job offer if Angry Punch Guy turned up at the cafè looking like that."

"You didn't think I was handsome back then?" The man asked, quirking an eyebrow at his wife as she giggled, recognising his slight panic. The thought of very easily losing the precious moment when he met her freaked Ray out, wondering what his life would've been like if his scrawny, tacky old self presented himself to the pretty college student. 

"Nah...I prefer you now. You've hit the gym since then and lost the flares..." (y/n) winked, reaching up on her tip-toes to join their lips as she fondled his bicep, ignoring the groans from Miles and Chapa. While Mika thought it was sweet and Bose was...Bose, they hated the PDA, glancing away when their teachers flirted. 

Jeez, when Schwoz said they were in love, they didn't think it was this gross. They made their parents look like they hated each other...

"So..." Mika said, a twinkle in her eye as the husband pecked his wife's forehead, calmer with her than he was with anyone else. She didn't know how Miss Danger did it, but she tamed his heart and soothed his temper, making serenity out of chaos in a man her mother said was bad news for the female kind. 

"How did you get people to start calling you Captain Man?"

"He just got the most popular person in Swellview to say my name on the radio..." (y/n) replied, her ear against Ray's chest, listening to his heartbeat, as she smiled at the girl like it was the most obvious thing in the world. They didn't have smartphones when she was young; the radio was the it-thing. 

"The radio? How old are you---" the girl laughed, snorting at the notion of something so old-fashioned. But she quickly realised her mistake when Miles tapped her arm, the vowel sliding as she tried to cover the insult before the couple's mildly insulted faces. 

"--Unicorns when they get their horns? Oh, I just remembered--it's seven!"

"Cute, but, uh...we didn't have social media when I was a kid. None of those Clip-Clop video things or Insta-Tweet...things," the heroine replied, really showing her age as she tried to think of the hip stuff the modern youth engaged in. She liked the radio, although streaming apps were helpful for all her rad tunes...

"Who did you get to say your name on the radio?" Chapa asked firmly, redirecting the conversation away from Ray's sore point...and (y/n)'s weird slang choices. 

"A DJ named Cayote Jake," the hero replied with a smirk, thinking that man was the coolest guy ever. His sweet girl couldn't agree, thinking he was an ass. Still, he'd helped her husband earn his rightful name, so she allowed him to play the old video, flicking through another handful of digital folders. What was The Bro Song? And Honeymoon *Spicy*? What was in there?

"Ah--oooooo!" The animalistic cry brought back old memories, making the couple smile nostalgically as the audio file played. It was only a minute or so long, but (y/n) knew Jake's style like an old frenemy, his brash voice assaulting her ears as Ray grinned. He still thought he was cool...

"Yeah, baby! It's Cayote Jake comin' at ya! In the studio with me right now is the hero who's fixin' the high-five Nixon--Captain Mannnnnnnn!"

"That's right. I hate commies, but I love mommies..." Ray's lips moved to his old catchphrase, making (y/n) sniff and clear her throat. 

They howled together, sounding ridiculous, so she had to tell herself that her doofus was an idiot back in the day - running rampant for every mother in the tri-state area, but that was before he met her. He wasn't her doofus then. 

"Oh my God!" Mika exclaimed, an incredulous yet awed expression on her face, which inflated her boss' head. 

"Yeah...that happened!"

"No, it's Ellis!" She shook her head, pointing at the little boy Bose had brought home, whose name they'd finally discovered. 

He'd returned from hiding after avoiding (y/n)'s clutches. While they were distracted with Ray's bizarre past, he'd clambered onto Chapa's chair, giant scissors still tucked under his arm as he fiddled with all the shiny switches. God, he was an accident waiting to happen, much more critical than Ray and his ego. 

Before anyone could do anything, the child pressed the glowing button on the armrest, activating the spring that sent him into the tubes in the ceiling. It was bad enough when he roamed the school, but the Man's Nest was filled with dangerous weapons and technology - not a playground for a preschooler. 

"Oh, God--how are we supposed to give him back if he's cut to ribbons?!" (y/n) panicked, clenching her lover's arm as he gulped. Danger Force turned to them, looking for instruction as they cringed, imagining the mess they'd be in if Ellis tripped with the blades facing him. 

"We should probably go get him..." Ray suggested sheepishly, and for once, no one disagreed with the hero, running to their stations without argument. As he and his beloved wife stripped themselves of their blazers and ran into the back room, the kids dashed to their chairs, Miles and Bose awkwardly sharing a seat since Volt stole the yellow one. 

Upstairs, the kids arrived first to see the little boy running in circles around the open floor. The gleaming point of the scissors glared at them from across the room, threatening to jab anyone who came too close. Ellis did nothing but tempt fate as his butter-soft leather shoes slid and slipped over the polished tiles, laughing innocently at his little game. 

"Ellis, you shouldn't run with giant scissors!" Bose cried as he chased after him, even though the boy was surprisingly speedy for someone with such short legs. And, of course, Bose wasn't the best guardian for the lad, reaching into his pocket to bring out a smaller yet deadly pair. 

"Run with these normal-sized ones!" As if that helped. The tube alarm rang, signalling that Ray, (y/n), and Schowz were blasting into the room in a short burst of air. They didn't look too happy as they trotted down the few steps, watching the long-haired boy chase after Ellis, causing more chaos than he solved. 

"We gotta get that kid back to his parents..." Ray grunted, knowing he was a more considerable liability the longer he stayed in his home. 

"Aw..." (y/n) pouted, not because she disagreed; the boy had to go home, but because she enjoyed his childlike energy, thinking it brightened the Man's Nest in a way that couldn't be achieved in any other manner. Still, she wasn't delusional, knowing the time for babies would come one day when things weren't so crazy, and they'd undoubtedly be half-sweet-girl and half-doofus, not stolen. 

"After I stop Trent and Mary from ever saying those names again," Chapa growled, taking out her case of gum to transform into Volt - decidedly not Spicy Milk. She didn't care if Ray and (y/n) had such a minor problem; their superhero careers were at stake. 

"You'd better hurry. The two-thirty-eight news starts in twelve minutes," Mika advised her, knowing the peculiar and oddly specific news timetable like the back of her hand. No one asked why, but she had all the weird facts, making her brother gasp at the late hour. 

"It's two-twenty-six already?!" He exclaimed as he and Ray checked their watches, but nothing stopped Chapa. Without another interruption, she snapped into her scarlet uniform, feeling good but looking better. 

"All right, I'm out!"

"I'll drop you off--with my superpower!" Miles offered, looking at the adults with a sour smile like he wanted to prove a point. It wasn't a good idea since his teleportation was patchy at best. Still, he didn't care, wanting to rub successful transportation in their doubting faces. 

"I'll believe when I--woah!" (y/n) giggled, thinking she knew better, predicting that something would go wrong, and it did. 

When the boy raised his fist in the air, he and Chapa disappeared in a golden flash, just to reappear between Schwoz and the happy couple. They pushed apart in shock, but luckily, the heroine's foresight told her to jump before they piled on top of her, seeking solace and safety in her husband's embrace as he yelped. God, he really needed to learn how to do it correctly. 

"Maybe you should walk..." Miles told his friend, patting Volt on the shoulder as she stared at him, her face pale and gaunt after such a short yet mind-boggling trip. She couldn't describe how it felt to teleport. Yet, the closest description was her innards becoming her outtards whilst the gizzards were set on fire, making her want to throw up and cry all at once until the dizziness faded. 

But she didn't argue, knowing he was probably right. So, she hopped up to the tube, hitting her belt to make the glass fall around her, eager to get going. 

"Down the tube!"

"so, while Chapa takes care of Trent and Mary, Miles and I will go find the most popular person in Swellview," Mika said efficiently once her friend had left, aware that they'd only save their reputations if they worked together. She believed in teamwork and all that mushy stuff...

"Lucky you 'cause you're looking at him," Ray was quick to boast, smirking as he pointed his thumbs at himself, confident that he'd top the popularity list as the city's favourite hero. But the siblings and Schwoz weren't so sure, giggling with (y/n) at the bigheaded man as the genius pulled up a list from the internet, and it seemed that the Captain had been dethroned. 

"You're not the most popular person in Swellview..."

"You shut your filthy mouth, Schwoz," Ray hissed, hating how the small man always argued with him, but (y/n) quickly put him in his place, curbing his rude tone. She hugged his arm and kissed the edge of his shoulder, using all her wiles and allure to break the news gently. 

"No, look, doofus!" She told him, directing his attention to the holographic monitor, which showed the top five most famous people in Swellview - those trending on all the social media sights.

He was on it, ranking at number three, above someone called Officer Jamz, a policeman known for his breakdancing, and Benny, a dog known for his hats. His face fell at such a low ranking, pouting at how his popularity had dropped. But he wasn't too mad at who was above him, seeing Miss Danger's smiling face in the number-two spot. 

"Oh my gosh, (y/n/n), you're the second most popular person in Swellview!" Mika exclaimed, nudging the woman in the ribs as she shrugged. That didn't mean much to her. She wondered exactly how they measured her fame, so she faced her husband, giving him her cutest, fluttering eyelashes to melt his fury. 

"Sorry, doofus. I know I took your spot..." she said softly, stroking her hands up his chest as Ray studied the screen, but he didn't look mad. Instead, he glanced down with an enamoured smile, kissing her nose with as much love as he always had. 

"S'okay, darlin'. You know I love seeing you on top of me..." he whispered with a sly wink, laughing as she buried her burning face in his chest, praying that the children didn't understand his true meaning. Luckily, they didn't pick up on it, merely seeing a man teasing his wife - all good fun. 

(y/n) quickly recovered, swallowing her embarrassment with a few rapid kisses from her husband, needing his peppermint-bubblegum taste to wash away the heat pooling in her cheeks. She returned to the screen and its most important feature, looking at the girl who'd claimed the throne - the most famous person in Swellview, and (y/n) had no idea who she was. 

"Who's Natalie Mazdah?"

"Oh, she's the girl who was recently on the same flight as Emma Watson," Miles exclaimed, not expecting two oldies to know who such an influential celebrity was, and indeed, they didn't understand. Since when could someone leech off someone else's stardom? 

"Oh, her? Can't compete with that..." Ray shrugged, vaguely knowing the name since every teenager talked about her when he was out and about, but he didn't care. Maybe he was a little salty that someone so inconsequential had stolen his thunder, but with his sweet girl squeezing his arms and staring at his washboard abs through his shirt, he knew some things were better than fame. 

"She's probably at that new restaurant that only serves foods that are blended," Mika guessed, recalling how she'd been meaning to visit the newest hot spot in town since anyone who was anyone gathered there, but she hadn't the chance...until now. 

"Hip Hop Purée?" Miles suggested, knowing the joint she was talking about - all about the music, people, and odd food craze, and his sister nodded, knowing her celeb gossip like a computer. 

"Mmm-hmm, she holds court there every day, starting at two-forty-two."

"But that's only fourteen minutes from now!" Schwoz gasped, checking his PearPhone as Miles did the same, blanching when he saw how they'd been standing around chatting for too long. These kids really liked their specific times, down to the minute and second. 

"It's two-twenty-eight already?!"

"Yeah, you two better get going," (y/n) told them, urging the kids to get up the stairs and into the tube. With Ray's barked commands and furious clapping, they ran up to the tube pad without another word. 

Meanwhile, Bose returned with Ellis in his arms, finally corralling the little boy into handing over the scissors. God, that kid could run, and he safely handed him over to the heroine, who cooed and grinned at his gummy smile while Miles and Mika left. 

She looked adorable, bouncing him up and down, mimicking a rocket ship just to make him laugh, and Ray swore he saw his future then and there. He was the luckiest man on Earth, knowing she'd be his children's mother one day, although that wasn't now. Now, Ellis needed to go home to his parents, who were undoubtedly worried sick at his disappearance, leading to their mission - to find his home. 

"So, how do we find this little man's parents? You wanna go home, baby? Home time? Aww, yes!" (y/n) squealed, rubbing her nose against the boy's soft, Play-Doh-like cheek, blowing raspberries as her husband tried not to drag her off. 

She wasn't making this easy for him, showing the lad off for him to see. Still, thankfully, Schwoz carried on as he tenderly stroked the cornsilk locks under his beanie, dreaming of the day when he could call the child his own. 

"That won't be hard," Schwoz said, smiling softly when he saw how they interacted with Ellis, but he hid it well and said nothing. 

"I entered his genetic information into the Man's Nest computer and created an image of exactly what his mom looks like. We'll use this and go find her," he explained, handing his boss a photo of a beautiful blonde lady beaming at the imaginary camera. Well, at least she looked kind, and (y/n) hoped she wouldn't be too upset about two weirdos accidentally stealing her son. 

"She shouldn't be too hard to find now that we know what she looks like."

"Okay, so, me, you, and Bose are going to find this kid's mom," Ray nodded, still muddled with thoughts of building baby furniture, changing diapers, and filling bottles. It sounded divine but made him trip over his feet, Ellis giggling at the silly man as the lovely lady carried him over to the whooshy thing. 

"You okay, Ray?" Schwoz called out to him with a smirk, highly amused to see the great hero in a daydream just because he saw his wife holding a child. He thought he had more restraint than that, having been assured that he wouldn't be Uncle Schwozie for a while yet, not until things settled down. 

"I'm fine! God, Schwoz, leave me alone!" The man snapped harshly, furiously looking over his shoulder when the genius caught his minor mistake, a pink blush dusting his cheeks. 

It was humiliating to be noticed, feeling silly that something so small could distract him so easily, but who could blame him? It was his dream...

"Why so grumpy, doof?" (y/n) asked obliviously as she stood on the tube pad, ready to drop down. She held the little lad tighter, tucking his soft face into her neck so the mechanism didn't frighten him. Everything felt natural, caring for him like she'd done for years with the other children in her charge, stroking his back soothingly as her lover sighed but smiled. 

"Don't worry, sweet girl. Like I said, I'm fine..." he assured her, cupping her cheek to kiss her over Ellis' head, parting only when the boy cried and stirred at being squished. They chuckled at his antics and fussed him, looking like the picture of parenthood and domesticity before the tube fell, taking them away from Schwoz and his infernal teasing. 

The genius shook his head mirthfully, knowing that look when he saw it, even if they claimed nothing was wrong. He wasn't an idiot, already placing his bets for when they'd share the happy news - maybe they'd even name them after him - perhaps he'd be the godfather? 

"Jinkies, they've been married five minutes and already got the baby fever..."

~

As the various members of Danger Force struggled to keep their names from being Wing Wimp, Oopsie Girl, and whatever else forever, Ray and (y/n) had been babysitting Ellis all afternoon. 

He was a sweet kid, making them laugh as they bought a few pieces of baby gear to look after him properly, taking him to the park and shopping mall--anywhere they thought there'd be a crowd. No one seemed to know who he was or where he was from, making an otherwise pleasant afternoon too stressful for the couple to handle. 

As charming as it was to see him smile, hear his cute giggle, and play patty cake, they constantly had to watch over their shoulders to see if the cops were coming, knowing the longer they enjoyed the idyllic fantasy, the hotter the water they'd be in. 

That, and they also had to watch Bose all day, which was like watching two babies at once, something they weren't prepared for since the long-haired boy roamed like a ditzy poodle, sticking his hands in dangerous places, eating food off the floor, and talking to strangers. He was sometimes worse than Ellis, wandering off whenever they took their eye off the ball. 

It was no wonder that by the end of the day, they walked into Hip Hop Purée, desperate to sit down and rest, even as Miles and Mika ran themselves ragged, trying to talk to Natalie Mazdah and her posse. 

"Look, Raymond, all I'm saying is if you had brought the baby like I'd asked you to, we wouldn't have to stop here to feed Ellis," (y/n) told her husband tiredly as they stomped into the café. She couldn't believe they had to feed the poor kid puréed garbage, but they had no choice - Ray swore they wouldn't need anything from the baby store. 

Her shoulders ached from holding the lad in a baby backpack, yet she refused to admit defeat and pass him over. Her valiant doofus carried all the supplies; bottles, diapers, books, toys, spit rags - he threw it over his shoulder without complaint, so the least she could do was carry the baby. 

But they were tired and stressed about finding the mysterious woman in the photograph. She was beginning to understand all those parents she rolled her eyes at, wondering what could be so bad that they needed to argue in public. The struggle was real, and whilst she loved Ray with everything she had, his stubbornness versus her rationale for parenting rubbed her in the wrong way.  

"You know what, sweetheart?" Ray frowned, spitting out the word like acid, even though it didn't feel right. She was his beautiful wife; he didn't want to fight...but couldn't he catch a break?"

"You have been critical since the moment we left!"

"Don't fight in front of our boys!" (y/n) hissed, concerned that their harsh words would frighten the children around them, knowing they were more sensitive than they let on. 

Bose, as usual, was lost in his little world, marvelling at the fancy decor. However, Ellis sat silently in his backpack, peering at the world through his new shades until the silly man's voice became mean. Fat crocodile tears began to roll down his face as he wailed, feeling unsafe in the new environment with all the loud voices, prompting (y/n) to sigh. 

They made it look so effortless in parenting videos. 

"Well, I hope you're happy..." she retorted, moving to slide the boy off her back so she could comfort him. Her glare made Ray's guts twist into knots, hating that she was mad at him over something he couldn't control. 

Scrunching up his nose, he tossed the supply satchel onto the table, not giving a damn about its contents, as he placed his hands on his hips and bit his tongue, not wanting to scream in front of so many people. They shared a terse look while (y/n) bounced the surly toddler, murmuring in a high-pitched voice that it would be all right and that the big bad man didn't mean to frighten him. 

She didn't want to upset him, but Ray huffed, thinking the big bad man wouldn't be so frightening if his wife let him do more, noticing how she always held the boy, always did the feeding, always called the shots for naps, playtime, and burping. They were supposed to be a team, so why did it feel like he was on the outside looking in?

"Let's just sit down..." the hero muttered, barely having the strength to argue after a full parenting day. Maybe it was because they didn't have the spark of having their own child, but this wasn't how he thought it would be. 

Still, (y/n) didn't argue, carefully putting Ellis on her hip as she told Bose to sit down. The kid pulled out a colouring book and crayons from one of the bags, which had been bought for the baby, but they let him doodle since it kept him occupied and quiet - a blessing when the atmosphere was so frosty. 

With both children content and healthy for the time being, the couple took a sigh of relief, slumping into their chairs to let their bodies recover, only interrupted when a waitress came to take their order. They chose their food quickly, nothing seeming appropriate for a three-year-old, but they went with what they thought he would like, just wanting to get him fed rather than being picky. It wasn't like he really was their boy. 

For some reason, Bose was happy with anything, too busy colouring his fire truck green to look at the menu properly. Still, they went with it, forgoing any puréed mush since Ellis ate like a toddler - unsurprisingly.

Dinner time was a military operation with wet wipes and a fresh t-shirt on standby in case he dribbled or spat something back, and (y/n) was always prepared, reaching to grab the backpack while balancing the child in her lap. 

"Why don't you give him to me, sweet girl?" Ray asked as he watched her struggle. Bending down to reach the zipper while keeping Ellis upright was no mean feat, and he just sat there, doing nothing but watching Bose mismatch his crayons. It made sense for him to mind the baby, and it wasn't like he was terrible with kids, yet (y/n) just smiled sourly and shook her head. 

"I'm fine, doofus. Might as well be prepared before he vomits rather than after..."

"Yeah, but I'd rather not watch him faceplant the floor, so just pass him to me," he pressed, pursing his lips to remain calm, even as she ignored his offer. 

She clearly needed help, gasping under her breath when the child nearly fell, but she wouldn't admit defeat--no, she had to prove she was good at this. To whom she didn't know, but she wanted to be good at parenting, even if it was just keeping him uninjured before eating. 

"I said, I can handle him, Raymond," (y/n) replied, swearing when the zipper got stuck, and Ellis squirmed, uncomfy in her unsecured hold as his head wobbled from side to side. 

Ray sighed deeply, not needing to be psychic to know an accident in the making, so he reached out to steady the boy, taking his wife's wrist in his hand at the same time. He pulled her away from the blasted bag, unphased in the face of her scowl because as much as she thought he was the enemy, he wanted to help. She didn't have to do it all alone...

"Hey, I'm here to help, not screw you over. You don't have to take care of everyone, so let me help you, sweet girl. Give Ellis to me..." the man said firmly but softly, holding his arms to take the child as she debated it. She'd been cuddling him all day, and a break did sound nice...

Bose had paused his colouring, finally sensing something was wrong, and he watched as (y/n) bit her lip and squeezed the toddler before relenting, shuffling him down her knees and across the gap. 

"Okay..." the heroine sighed, gently cradling the kid until he safely slid onto her husband's knee, looking quite content against his muscular, broad chest. Now, Bose could return to his artwork, blissfully unaware of any other problems after they shared a brief but loving smile. 

Ray grinned down at the kid as his precious wife watched, softening her heart with how handsome he looked--how quickly he stepped into the paternal role, whether he claimed otherwise or not - a dad she'd definitely like to...fall in love with. 

With the child's weight gone, she could breathe again, stretching her spine as her doofus cooed, babbling in babyish to entertain him. He was good at it, pretending his leg was a horse and Ellis was a cowboy, riding across the desert with sound effects to match - a braying whinny and epic soundtrack coming from his mouth. 

"You know, doofus, to say you hated the thought of having another bunch of kids to raise, you're surprisingly good at it."

"What?" Ray blinked, looking up from the world of make-believe to see his wife looking at him like he'd done something magical. She hadn't smiled like that all afternoon, soothing the knots in his tummy as she tickled Ellis' chin before resting her hand on his thigh. 

"You're good with kids," she clarified, hoping the simplicity would make it through his dense skull, and it did, making Ray chuckle bashfully since he didn't think so. He was the last person he'd trust with a mini-human's life. 

"Eh...so are you, sweet girl. The kids...they, uh...like you," he replied awkwardly, not knowing how to say that their team worshipped the ground she walked on. And not only that, but the others did, too, becoming special enough to treat her like their adoptive mom, and he could see why. He married the sweetest girl in the world...

"I'd hope so, doof. It's gonna be pretty awkward if they don't like their teachers." They laughed at that, glad to finally relax after an eventfully stressful day. Ellis was quiet, fiddling with his fingers or the lint on Ray's sweater so they could just talk--and it was nice, no need to bite each other's head off. 

They felt terrible about it, hating when they fought, and Ray reached out to take her hand in his. He thumbed her wedding rings, reminding himself that he promised to wake up every day and see her happy, and he intended to hold to that, never wanting to be the reason she stopped smiling. The world would be a cold place without her radiant joy...

And then, deep in thought, he paused as she adjusted the boy's hat, caring even when she didn't have to. She'd make a wonderful mother, and whilst he knew it wasn't possible, he couldn't help but ask, reaching for the distant future.

"We could have one."

"Have one what?" (y/n) frowned, concerned by the deep etches in his forehead because her lover never thought that hard. She didn't understand, too busy fawning over how good he looked in that shirt with a kid in his lap to truly listen to what he was saying. 

"A baby." But Ray humoured her, rocking Ellis before gesturing to him, a hopeful shine in his eyes at the possibility- however small - she might say yes. 

Her breath hitched; hearing it out loud differed from dreaming during stolen moments in a crowded room when she chastised herself for moving too quickly. Knowing Ray wanted that warmed her heart and made her tummy flip-flop. But reason won in the end, rationality telling her that the last thing they needed was another mess-maker in their home. 

"Ray, we agreed to wait. We've barely been married a month."

"And what a month it's been, darlin'," he replied jokingly, waggling his eyebrows at all the fun they'd had together. He could honestly say that he'd never been happier, realising that for all his ambitions and desires as Captain Man, his reason for living was to be her trophy husband. And he didn't even care, willing to give her anything to ensure the happiness stayed.

"Seriously, though, look at this little fella. Don't you want one?" His smile quickly fell, though, as was appropriate during such a meaningful conversation. They'd talked about it so many damn times, but he couldn't help himself, not when she walked around like a...mom. The thought was enough to make him burst into flames. 

"I do, but not when we live in chaos," (y/n) nodded, picking her words carefully since she didn't want to hurt his feelings. It wasn't an outright no, but she saw things practically, highly aware that mere love and optimism didn't raise a kid when hellfire and villains were outside their door. 

"Oh, come on. It's not that bad..."

"Really, doofus?" She looked at her husband dryly, wondering if they'd been sleeping in the same bed for the past few weeks because they hadn't had a normal day since...forever.

"Chapa nearly took out the national grid last week when she sneezed. Mika can't go to a football game without knocking a pyramid of cheerleaders down like dominoes when they score. Miles goes to thirteen million countries per day. And Bose--"

"What's wrong with Bose?" Ray asked, believing the boy to be dense but not a threat. At least unlike his friends, his powers weren't easily triggered or deadly, neither were they likely to expose them all as superheroes, but (y/n) still wasn't convinced. 

"Well, nothing, but look at him, doof! He's eating crayons!" She exclaimed quietly, jerking her head in the oblivious kid's direction, and Ray saw that his precious wife was right. Drawing away in his happy little world, the hero cringed when he saw the waxy yellow stain around his mouth and red clumps sticking to his teeth - he thought they tasted like candy. And that boy was destined to be a hero, apparently. 

"A baby would be a bad idea right now..." she sighed, denying her heart what it sorely wanted, but it was for the best. If she got pregnant now, the kid would be lost in the crowd, trampled by the circus of children running riot in the Man's Nest. 

"I guess you're right..." Ray muttered, looking disappointed as Ellis' chubby, starfish-like hand stroked his stubbly cheek. It made him long for the days when they wouldn't have to worry about others - villains, heroes, civilians - they'd just be Ray and (y/n). And they'd be great. 

"But one day, right?"

"Of course. One day, we'll have a little Ray or (y/n) junior," his wife giggled, falling in love with the idea of having more doofuses running around for her to mind - any kid coming from Ray had to be adorable. But he shrugged, hoping they'd be a little more creative when the time came, despite his ego; he wanted his children to be their own person, no need to follow his every footstep. 

"You know, I've always wanted a daughter named Marabelle..."

"No names, doofus. Not until we're sure, or we'll be knee-deep in kids."

"Doesn't sound so bad..." he chuckled when (y/n) gulped, tummy fluttering at the thought of doing actual baby things, warming her cheeks. 

If she thought about it too much, he'd lead her into temptation, and God knows she was only hanging on by a thread, given that she was married to a Greek God of a man. Very little was stopping her from hitting the pillows and raising an army of little ones. But thankfully, the waitress arrived with their order before she could jump his bones. 

"Hi, I got your blended cheeseburger, blended Thanksgiving dinner, and an entire blended chocolate cake!" The hipster-looking lady said and placed the food--drinks?--in front of them, the mush looking cooler than it was since the cups looked like mason jars with straws.

The chocolate didn't look too bad, but the burger and turkey goop looked like cat sick, making (y/n) wonder if they'd come to the right place as she and her doofus murmured their thanks. 

"Oh, and here's some spicy milk to wash it down!" She added, putting the carton near Bose, although the heroine knew she wouldn't let Ellis have any - that stuff would make him puke. 

"Okay, thank you very much," Ray smiled briefly before reaching for the dark brown cup to feed the toddler, even though the cheeseburger was there. 

"You want a lil' sip of chocolate cake?"

"Doofus, he has to...drink all of his cheeseburger before he can have his chocolate thing," (y/n) told him, grabbing his wrist before he could put the straw near Ellis' mouth, knowing the boy would ruin his appetite with dessert. He needed some proper nutrition, if there was any, in the orange purée. While she didn't mean to be difficult, Ray pursed his lips at the interruption, his frustration from the hours-long argument resurfacing. 

"He's had a long day, darlin'," he replied curtly, wanting to get some food in the boy to stop his tummy grumbling. He wasn't a stickler for rules, unlike his wife, who frowned at his obstreperous mood - where did the laughter go?

"I've had a long day. Just start with the cheeseburger!" The woman argued, holding onto the blended cake so he couldn't give it to the toddler, but Ray refused to let go. They looked a little silly, and Bose looked up awkwardly to see them bickering again, seeing how the lid wobbled under their fingers. Even he deduced that the pressure was an accident waiting to happen. 

"Oh, let's make it about you!"

"Where's this coming from, Raymond? I just want him to eat something proper before a sugar meltdown!" They growled at each other, tugging the chocolate shake back and forth, too stubborn to let go. 

"Will you just--AH!" Ray grunted, trying to slip the jar out from her fingers, but when (y/n) let go, the lid popped off, sending its sticky contents all over his beautifully tight shirt. The chocolate gunk seeped into the blue fabric, covering his chest, shoulder, arm, and neck, too much to dap off with a napkin as the woman put a shaky hand over her mouth in shock. She didn't mean for that to happen...

"Ah, great!"

"Sorry..." she winced, not knowing whether to grab a tissue to clean him up or stay still, but Ray didn't leave it up for debate, ignoring her apology. Gritting his teeth, he sighed, trying to reign in his temper as the mess dripped onto his jeans, forcing him to leave the table as Bose and Ellis giggled. They found the goop funny...

"Here, just take him..." he told her quietly, quickly shuffling the lad off his knee as she gasped, shocked at his change in mood--and over a blended cake, no less. She shook her head at the argument, thinking it and her doofus were ridiculous. Still, she accepted the boy anyway, keeping her stare emotionless as he stood up. 

"Oh, so now I have to have him again? That lasted long..."

"Yes, I have to go wash this off!" Ray replied, gesturing to the sticky purée coating his torso, looking abnormally upset about something--something much deeper than having a drink thrown over him. He pouted at the spillage, hoping it wouldn't stain since he loved that shirt, wearing it when he wanted to draw someone's attention to his finer features. 

"I wear this shirt to make you check me out!"

"Well, it works!" (y/n) hissed in reply, trying to stay mad, but how could she when he admitted something like that? 

Her cheeks burned at being found out, having sworn her glances and stares were sneaky and subtle. But perhaps she'd gotten sloppy, looking at her lover's bugling biceps, toned chest, and rippling back for too long--and not to mention how she sometimes stared at his perky butt. She loved that shirt, smiling softly as he stomped off to go and save it. 

"He's a real sweetheart, huh, Ellis?" She mumbled to the lad, pecking his little forehead as he squirmed in her lap. It was hard to hang onto the argument when he had her in his thoughts in everything, and really, what were they arguing about anyway? Chocolate cake? It made her feel guilty and silly...

"Such a doofus, too..." But I love him, she thought, rocking the boy as she encouraged him to drink his cheeseburger, mentally reminding herself to properly apologise to her husband when he returned. 

In the meantime, Ellis got dinner and show, sipping his food quietly as Bose coloured his book and Miles and Mika burst through the door, wearing their uniforms. They'd been concocting plans all afternoon to make Natalie say their superhero names, approaching her clique with high hopes and much bravery. However, she simply laughed them away, not bothering to entertain two losers when she could talk about her brief encounter with Emma Watson. 

Y'know, because that was fame. 

"Okay, hurry! Hurry!"

"Don't tell me my pace!" The siblings bickered as they entered, knowing the longer they waited, the higher the stakes were; Chapa couldn't hold Trent and Mary off forever, and rumour had it that they were already on their second strike. One more, and The Wing Wimp would be permanent. 

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" Bose asked, looking up from his work to see his friends looking frazzled. It felt like forever since he'd seen them, and he couldn't wait to show off his pretty purple tiger. 

"What are you doing here?" Mika shot back, shock written across her and Miles' faces when they turned to see the little group, complete with (y/n) and Ellis. The woman and child waved cutely, but that wasn't the point because they were supposed to find his parents, not engage in play dates at Hip Hop Purée. 

"Honestly? I forgot...but look at my fire truck! And my tiger! And this flower!" The long-haired kid replied with a shrug, but he quickly perked up when he showed them his colouring book, flicking through the pages to show them how he'd expertly filled in the outlines, even if all the colours were odd. They nodded politely, praising him for a job very well done before turning to (y/n) for an explanation. 

"(y/n/n)? Care to explain?"

"We got tired, came to feed the kid, had a fight, and now Ray's washing a mushed-up cake off his shirt. I think that covers everything," the heroine replied, still holding the blended cheeseburger as her charge cooed, loving the bizarre taste even as the flavours swirled together. 

"You're supposed to be looking for Ellis' parents. He's missing!" Mika reminded her, picking up the carton of spicy milk to show her a picture of poor little Ellis Farrow, reported missing by his worried parents. The woman bit her lip, scolding herself for not acting as promptly as possible just to pretend for a little longer. Now, she felt bad...

"Oh, sweet cheese..."

"He's not missing. He's right there!" Bose told his friend naively, pointing at the giggling kid as he grinned, but that only frustrated Mika more. She growled and clenched her fists, not in the mood for his moronic comments, and she was this close to super-screaming the building down. 

"Let's go get Natalie Mazdah to say our names before someone says--" Miles told her gently, trying to guide her away from the problematic boy, but then, someone noticed their funky uniforms, and it just had to be someone from the bitch posse...

"Hey, it's Wing Wimp and Oopsie Girl!" A pretty blonde girl exclaimed to her friends, pointing at the embarrassed sidekicks as they sighed, hating how she giggled tauntingly. 

"--That."

"Right! Our superhero names! Wait for me. I'll transform and be right back!" Bose grinned, pinching Ellis' trick and standing up, moving past (y/n) before she could scold him for talking about hero things in public. He wanted a piece of the action, even though they didn't have the time nor the need to drag the boy and his wild ideas with them. Still, despite their insistence, he went for it, passing Volt as he slipped through the door. 

"Hey, lady!"

"Did you get the news to stop saying your names?" (y/n) asked, bouncing the kid on her knee as she studied the milk carton for Ellis' parents' phone number, and a tired-looking Chapa joined her friends, and she didn't look happy. Her guess was no...

"Technically? No. But actually...also no." She called it. One point for (y/n/n). 

"So, the news has said our names twice?" Miles asked incredulously, increasingly nervous they'd be stuck with those names forever. The girl didn't look confident, sweat clinging to her forehead like she'd run all the way from the studio, and he hoped she hadn't done anything rash. What he didn't know...

"Technically? Yes," she sniffed, making the boy smack his forehead in frustration. Meanwhile, (y/n) had pulled out her PearPhone and punched in the number on the spicy milk with a heavy heart, hoping the toddler's parents didn't kill her for waiting so long. If they got him back, it would be okay, right?"

"Shush, you guys--" she told them quietly as the number dialled, beeping for a few seconds before connecting to a very frantic-sounding man. 

"Hi, yeah, I'm calling about your missing child? Ellis? We've got him at Hip Hop Purée," she told the man as calmly as possible, only to receive a slurry of harsh words about what, when, where, who, and how. He demanded to know if she was a weirdo after his son disappeared from his stroller, which she took deep offence to, knowing Bose was to blame, not her. 

"Excuse me, sir, I am not a kidnapper! We found him at this café! Look, just come and get him! Bye!" As Bose returned to the group, she abruptly hung up, wickedly playing on the parents' emotions that they'd come to get their precious baby, no matter the circumstances. 

Perhaps she'd skirted over the details that she'd enjoyed a day of make-believe with her husband, acting as if they were parents for a few hours. Still, they didn't need to know that, sounding like they were already running out of the door when she hit the red button.

"Okay, let's make this quick. There's a raincoat-wearing puppy in that colouring book with my name on it!" Bose told his friends as the woman sighed, eager to enjoy her last few minutes with the child as they messed about with Swellview's favourite celebrity. With the gang back together, Mika turned to the clique huddled in the corner of the room, feeling fearless now that she had her mask on. 

"Natalie Mazdah!" She called out, catching the pretty, if highly annoying, girl's attention. 

"Hi!"

"We are Danger Force..." she told her sternly as (y/n) sat back to watch the show, knowing she couldn't leave Ellis alone to go and transform into Miss Danger. They were on their own, and the tension was palpable; approaching the girl idol like that was brave--or perhaps sheer stupidity. 

"Yeah, and my name's not Wing Wimp. It's--" Miles added, fully supporting his sister until an uninvited visitor burst onto the scene - before they could declare themselves valid, serious heroes. 

"Well, well, well..." (y/n) sat bolt upright as an all-too-familiar figure strolled into the café, her eyes wide and tummy tingle on high alert. 

She watched whilst The Toddler - not Ellis, the actual supervillain - pushed the door open and walked straight past her, heading for Danger Force with his onesie-wearing lackeys hot on his heels. Something told her he was gatecrashing this party, and the gum tube in her pocket seemingly dug into her hip more than usual, but she couldn't grab it, not while she had the kid. Of all the times for Ray to step away...

"It's The Toddler! Someone save Natalie Mazdah!" The blonde girl cried, petrified as she glanced around the room for Captain Man or Miss Danger, but no one was around. (y/n) felt helpless, making eye contact with Mika as the stunned kids gulped, finally facing their first proper, one-on-one fight. 

"Who cares about Natalie Maaaazdah?" Todd sneered, thinking the blonde was brave but idiotic for shielding the so-called celebrity when he'd wreak havoc on them all. And his enemies were nowhere in sight...

"Y'know, she was once on a plane with Emma Watson," the woman in the corner retorted dryly, hugging Ellis close as he cowered before the bad guys, but strangely, she didn't. She thought it was hilarious that The Toddler knew her so well but didn't recognise her, daring to meet his eye when he whipped around at her monotone voice. 

"Okay, let's put a pin in that because I really want to hear that story later," he gasped, too busy with villain stuff, but he wasn't opposed to a bit of gossip. It was strange; that girl with the baby looked and sounded familiar and was maybe a little gutsier than most, but he couldn't quite place it. Eh, she didn't look like much of a threat anyway...

"But first! Toddie's hungry..." he growled, revealing his more menacing side under all that childish horseplay. With a snap of his fingers, he ordered one of his bulkier henchmen onto his hands and knees in front of the cash register, creating the perfect step for the man-baby to peer at the terrified waiter and step onto the counter. 

"Not on our watch, Toddler!" ShoutOut announced, causing the villain to stamp his feet in a temper tantrum, wanting to know which fool stopped his fun before it began. 

"Who are you?!" After leaping off the counter, he growled his demands, glaring at the four plucky kids as Miss Danger secretly watched from her seat, dithering about whether she should risk leaving the baby alone to transform and help. But Mika seemed to know what she was doing, either finding her courage or playing off her fear brilliantly as she and her friends eyed their enemy and prepared themselves for a fight. Those lackeys sure looked big...

"We're Danger Force!" Chapa replied snarkily. 

"Yeah, that's Spicy Milk, and she's Oopsie Girl--" Natalie said, nearly ruining their reputations as she studied the group innocently, simply repeating what she'd heard on the news. She didn't know they were serious about being heroes, making her frown when the kids shouted at her for being so stupid, for saying their names wrong--for not listening when they needed her most. 

"Okay, all right, enough!" The Toddler yelled, holding his hands up to stop the children from bickering. Jeez, he missed when all he had to worry about was Captain Man and his little sidekicks, but they were nowhere to be seen. And fortunately, he could handle a few meddling kids, especially ones with such weird clothes. 

"I don't care what your names are. Just stay out of my way!" He snapped, prompting Mika to try and use her super-scream. Raising her open palms to her face, she released an all-mighty roar, only to raise a few eyebrows. For some unknown reason, she couldn't get her vocal cords to flex properly, making her just look strange as Todd chuckled - who were these clowns?

"Waaaaaaahh--okay, lemme try again---"

"What are you doing?" He asked as the bizarre girl kept screaming, staring at the floor when nothing happened. Did he need to call her carer or something? 

(y/n) hid her face in her hands as she watched, cringing when Poor Mika moved another pot of pencils onto the floor but nothing else. Her scream wasn't powerful enough, reinforcing her and Ray's argument that they weren't ready for active duty without more training. Still, at least she impressed Bose. 

"You did it!" He praised her, confused as always when he watched the pencils roll in all directions. 

"I got this!" Miles boldly claimed, ignoring his special friend and pushing past his red-faced sister as he swaggered up to the man-baby, confident that he'd do a better job than his sister. He'd had his powers for longer, and whilst he wasn't brilliant at using them, at least he knew how to activate them. 

"Special delivery--to jail!"

"Uh, what?" The Toddler frowned as the strange boy placed a hand on his shoulder and his henchman's arm before disappearing in a flash of brilliant light. Everyone gasped at the spectacle, whispering and gossiping about what could've happened, but they didn't have long to speculate. 

Miles' confidence was misplaced as not a second later, he and the baddies appeared behind the counter - not the county jail. They'd barely moved a metre, looking stunned but unimpressed as his ears burned; not quite the hero he wanted to be since he'd just moved them closer to the cash register and food. 

"Oh, great! We're right next to the blended cake!" Todd cried in delight as (y/n) smacked her forehead, regretting not making her move earlier. It was too late now, firmly fixed in her seat as an innocent civilian - they wouldn't leave her sneak out now. 

"Come on, hurry up!"

The Toddler roughly pushed AWOL to the ground, the kid landing with a yelp and a thud, and Mika rushed to help him as the villains began to raid the café. Next, Chapa decided to try her luck, dashing into the middle of the room with an electric charge ready to go. However, she could do no more than make her fingers flare, straining to try and rain down some lightning, but it wouldn't work - just sparks. Glow worms in jam jars would've been better. 

When she finally managed to release a trickle - a mere zap of red electricity - it missed the cackling baddie by a mile, flying across the room to hit Natalie Mazdah in the arm instead. What a mistake to make: frying the coolest celeb in Swellview...

"Fill them up! Let's get some blended cake!" Todd ordered his henchmen, grabbing as many empty jars as possible to steal all the food now that those kids had been dealt with. Well, not all of them. 

Bose was the last line of defence; he was unsure of his abilities, but he had a go, putting two fingers against his temples as he attempted to make a blender jug float. It didn't look like much, but the jug was surprisingly heavy, jerking as it emerged from its base, barely staying afloat as the pressure built in his head. 

They frowned at the mysterious phenomenon, not noticing that Bose was the magician until Chapa tried again, only to zap the cash register. Everything turned into a shit show, making (y/n) groan and hide her eyes as the zap tripped the lock, opening the cash drawer to make dozens of dollars fly out--right into The Toddler's hands. 

"Awww, yeah! Free money!" He exclaimed as the waiters put their hands on their heads, knowing they were about to lose a day's takings thanks to these so-called heroes. 

"What are you kids doing?!"

"Saving--the day!" Bose grunted although he wasn't convincing. His concentration hung on by a thread, snapping when the blender jug peaked, only to fall on his head when he couldn't take the strain. It bounced off his skull, sending him to the floor - dazed and wounded. Wow, such heroes...

"Yeah, I don't think so..." (y/n) muttered, soothing Ellis when he fussed, scared by all the loud noises and angry voices. As a heroine, she wasn't impressed by their performance, deeming it an utter shambles. However, they had one last trick up their sleeves; when their superpowers failed, they could always resort to brute strength, AKA the Captain Man approach. 

"Forget out powers--let's just get 'em!" Mika yelled, prompting her friends, save for Bose, to charge at the villains, each taking a onesie-wearing goon whilst The Toddler gathered his stolen purées. Miss Danger winced as she watched, incognito, shielding the baby when Volt and her enemy wrestled a little too close. 

"Spicy--milk!" ShoutOut grunted as she assisted her brother, struggling to keep him safe as the man squeezed their arms. Despite their lack of brain power, they were a lot stronger than the children, quickly crushing them without the aid of Captain Man or Miss Danger--but the girl had a plan. 

"That's...not my name!" Chapa retorted, struggling with her opponent as he threw his weight around--more than she could manage--misunderstanding what they were saying. 

"NO! Use--the spicy milk!" AWOL snapped, and (y/n) quickly understood what he meant. She grabbed the carton left on her table and handed it to the short-haired girl so she didn't have to take her eye off the heavy, breathing a sigh of relief when she poured it over his head. The milk splashed into his eyes, temporarily blinding the goon as the spice stung the sensitive organs, his instinct trying to rub it out. 

With him squealing like a child, she growled and ran across the room to help her friends, the Macklin twins, as they moved just in time to dodge the tidal wave of spicy milk before she threw it at their opponent. With the henchmen incapacitated, shoving them out the door was effortless as The Toddler whined, stamping his foot at how they'd outsmarted his bodyguards. 

"Hey! No fair! Those were my best goo--" Chapa wasn't one for his wimpy tone, wasting no time splashing the final trickle of milk in his face, silencing the villain. His face screwed up in pain, looking like he'd sucked on a lemon as the crocodile tears started; he was, after all, a man-baby...

"Mooooommmmy!" He wailed, utterly defeated, after the mean girl made his face go owwie, and he threw the looted dollars on the floor in a strop. He whined for his mother as he stomped out the door toward his battered henchmen, dragging his heels whilst Danger Force grinned victoriously. 

(y/n) was impressed, clapping and cheering with everyone else as the kids slipped her a few bashful glances, knowing their methods were unconventional but effective. She didn't care, glad they'd held their own despite not having full control of their powers, and she stood up with Ellis on her hip to congratulate them. 

"Nice work..." she whispered to Mika as they brushed elbows, aware that no one could know they knew each other, but the praise was enough. It had to be the best day of the young girl's life; Miss Danger was proud of her, something she thought impossible when she was little, but now they were friends. Things couldn't get any better--well, they could for (y/n). 

"Well, I couldn't get the stain out..." Ray groaned as he returned to the café after missing all the action because he was scrubbing his shirt in the toilet. 

*imma just leave this here. for science. definitely for science. i mean i'm not drooling or anything*

The stubborn chocolate cake wouldn't come clean with some severe encouragement, so he decided to leave it to his sweet girl and her laundry wizardry to wash it out. But at the same time, he didn't want to walk around looking like a guy with a poopy stain on his chest, not when that had been her favourite shirt, so he went for the next best thing; walking out half-naked to rapturous applause. 

(y/n) felt her throat turn dry, and her mouth fell open, somehow choking on her spit simultaneously as she took in the delicious view of her husband shirtless, pecs, abs, and biceps on display for her to ogle. Admittedly, anyone could ogle, too, but she didn't care. She was speechless as the doofus emerged, thinking the cheers were for him and his impressive physique. Damn, was it her, or had the room gotten hot?

"Oh--thank you, thank you...I know! I'm huge!" He told the crowd with a cocky smirk, utterly unashamed at his inappropriate attire since everyone seemed to clap for him. His arms flexed and bulged as he puffed his chest out, a display of masculinity and strength as his wife sidled up to him, feeling hot and bothered by the view. And what a view it was...

"Doofus..." she mumbled, eyes glued to his bare skin as he turned and flashed his smirk at her, hoping he'd get this reaction from her. For everyone else, there was a look-but-no-touch policy. Yet she could do whatever she wanted, grabbing her fingers and pulling them to his toned stomach when she hesitated. 

Ellis cooed, gently smacking the hero's beaming face, but (y/n) didn't notice, too entranced by how freakin' sexy her husband was to remember anything else. 

"Yeah, sweet girl?" He replied softly, abs clenching as she trialled her fingers down to his belt buckle, unaware of the crowded room around them. It wasn't like this was a new sight, but this felt different, knowing the ladies around the room were eyeing her husband, but he was hers. 

"Sorry for...snapping."

"Me too," the man muttered, kissing her softly as her palm roamed the vastness of his skin, marvelling at how she could feel the thick muscle moving underneath. Maybe he'd go shirtless every day if this was her reaction, loving how her brain stopped working because of his toned torso. That was an ego boost, much more than the fading applause. 

"We just beat our first bad guys!" Mika exclaimed, subtly facing her boss and mentor as he tilted his wife's head back, greedily swallowing her sweet kisses. 

She couldn't associate with him, not when he wasn't in uniform, and honestly, she didn't want to, not when he wasn't in clothes either. But some praise would've been nice, especially since he'd stolen (y/n) and turned her into a mush-brained, thirsty dimwit. 

"Don't care--my wife thinks I'm hot..." he replied dismissively, curling an arm around her waist as she pulled away, breathless. It was embarrassing how he flexed his massive bicep for everyone to see; it was clearly a show-off. Still, she giggled and fondled it anyway, awed by how she couldn't get her fingers to join around it, and it was enough to make her tummy flutter with heat. 

She knew he was hot, but had always been this hot?

"Ellis!" But it didn't last. A panicked cry broke the happy couple out of their little love bubble, spinning around to see two worried men running toward them. They seemed to know the boy, and he smiled sweetly at them, ignoring his temporary caretakers to stretch his arms in their direction. 

"Daddies!" He exclaimed happily, giving them his adorable toothy grin as Ray and (y/n) frowned. Who were these guys? They were expecting a lady, thanks to Schwoz's genetic work, and the woman wasn't about to hand him over to two randomers. 

"Uh, hi, and you are?" (y/n) asked awkwardly, allowing one of the men to take the child without a fight, and he slipped out of her hold all too easily. Her arms felt empty afterwards, shakily wrapping around her body as the man not holding Ellis gave her a thankful, relieved smile. 

"We're Ellis' dads," he replied happily, indescribably overjoyed to see his son safe and sound after they'd lost him earlier on - any parent's worst nightmare. Ray frowned at the information as he laid a hand on his wife's shoulder, seeing how quiet and dejected she'd become. 

"Okay, but where are Ellis' moms?" He asked a little harshly because the math wasn't mathing. 

He wasn't conservative or bigoted, but he was a straightforward thinker, expecting to see the blonde lady in the photo, so these guys didn't make sense. Things had to be black and white, even if they just laughed off his question with polite smiles - like they always got this sort of thing. 

"I'm sorry?" The guy asked as Ellis tucked himself between their legs, wondering if this peculiar couple had been watching his son all day. The lady was nice enough, but her partner was weird, standing there half-naked and looking at them like they'd done something wrong. 

"Um, we were expecting this lady..." (y/n) told them, fumbling to bring the blonde's photo from her back pocket, and when she showed it to them, their faces flashed in recognition. Well, at least she existed. 

"That's Ellis' birth mother, Samantha. We adopted him," one of the men explained, and (y/n) nodded understandingly, realising that for all her wisdom and experience, she'd been a little close-minded. It took a moment for Ray to work it out, but then he shrugged, not forming an opinion either way. 

"She lives in Nova Scotia..."

"Great, well, uh, I'm glad this little guy got back to you. He's been a pleasure to look after," (y/n) nodded, knowing this was goodbye. She felt a little sad, which was stupid because Ellis was never hers to lose, but she didn't want to see him go. 

"Thanks so much. We can never repay you for keeping him safe..."

Ray stroked her lower back soothingly as they exchanged pleasantries, patting the little boy on the head and giving him a hug before walking away. He got it; he'd fallen in love with caring for a tiny human, too, but his sweet girl said nothing, looking straight ahead because she knew if she turned back, she'd burst into tears - mourning a life that never existed. 

"You okay?" He asked her quietly once they were alone, hating to see her bottom lip wobbling like that. She turned and buried herself in his chest, comforted by his soft skin as he held her tenderly, content to let her self-soothe for a moment. 

"Yeah, just...feeling leaky," she sighed into the cleft between his pecs, missing the toddler already, even though he was a nightmare, and he ate out their wallets, and he caused an argument, and he plunged their somewhat organised routine into chaos. 

Looking after Ellis wasn't easy, but she loved it, feeling empty now that they had no baby to look after. She'd finally found something she was good at - her calling to settle down and have a family with the love of her life - but it had been snatched away like everything else. Well, save for him...

"I'm gonna miss him too..."

"Eh...I think I'm just broody," she sniffed, shuddering when she realised she was wrapped up in a beefcake burrito, arms curled around her with his abs brushing her tummy. One day, they'd have their own, and it would be special, emotional, and forevermore. One day. 

"Keep feeling like that, sweet girl. I can't run around after them without you," Ray joked, guiding her attention to the squad of buzzing kids across the room, who, subtly or unsubtly, had been staring at the random couple for the last few minutes. 

They were fascinated by their nauseating interaction, Chapa and Miles snorting to each other that Captain Man was a simp, whilst Bose and Mika cooed. They thought it was sweet how much he cared but quickly snapped out of it when he glared and cleared his throat; Danger Force doesn't fraternise with half-naked men and their wives. 

"Uh, well, buddy, I guess this is goodbye," Bose sniffed as he stepped forward, having enjoyed having a baby brother for the day since he was an only child. He was the first to step up to the kid after watching (y/n/n) tearfully walk away - it must've been hard for her, given how she needed a minute on her husband's shoulder. 

"Goodbye, BrainStorm..." Ellis replied cutely, and (y/n) felt another wave of heartache wash over her. 

"Oh, my heart can't take this!" She wailed, clutching at her chest as she returned to Ray's embrace, overcome by his innocence and cuteness. He chuckled at her reaction, feeling a few tears sting his eyes as Bose gasped. Goddamit...he couldn't wait until they had kids for real.  

"Goodbye, ShoutOut. Goodbye, AWOL. Goodbye, Volt..." he said to all of them, making his daddies proud, and the kids melted as they waved him out the door. They'd never see him again, but parting wasn't such sweet sorrow, knowing that he was going home with two parents who loved him - just like the universe planned it to be. 

The café door hadn't even closed when a figure appeared behind them, her phone held aloft as she streamed to her millions of followers, all of whom wanted to know why Emma Watson was on a plane. Danger Force was stunned when they turned around to see Natalie live-streaming their interaction, capturing their proper hero names for the world to hear. Thank God. 

"And that...is the best thing I've seen since I saw Emma Watson...on a plane!" The influencer declared, touched by what she saw with the superheroes. The kids quickly gathered behind her, wanting to get in her video so her followers could see them, and of course, Chapa couldn't help but dance. 

That was when they solidified themselves in the history books - thankfully, the right side of history. Danger Force was officially known as Captain Man and Miss Danger's team, and Swellview instantly fell in love with them, offering their respect and devotion instead of humiliation and mockery. It was hard-earned admiration, and even the most hard-to-please people were swayed...

"Hey, handsome...lookin' a little lonely over here." A soft, sultry voice cooed in Ray's ear as he smiled at the tender scene, silently proud of his team for the first victory, even though he didn't show it. 

He'd been so caught up in their glory, thinking he'd maybe judged the kids too soon, that he'd forgotten about his nakedness, kept warm by his precious wife and how she was glued to his hip. Neither saw a brunette creeping up to him until she dared to lay a hand on his bicep, ogling the goods despite (y/n) clearly being on his arm. 

She looked like a glamour model, with soft chocolate eyes hidden behind a wave of mocha locks and false eyelashes. When their eyes met, she stuck out her lips in a duck pout, unabashedly trailing her gaze down his bare chest to where his happy trail disappeared beneath his waistband, undoubtedly picturing what he was packing. 

Her dress was nice, he guessed, black and curve-hugging with a slit up the leg--clearly a lawyer or some such businesswoman by her grace and confidence. A few years ago, he might've shown an interest, seeing that she was a beautiful woman, save for one crucial detail. She was no sweet girl, a vixen, rather than a kitten, which left a sour taste in his mouth. 

Ray Manchester only had eyes for his wife, and she was not happy. 

"Uh, excuse, but, uh, I'm right here," (y/n) told her sharply, hugging her husband's arm as the brunette gave her a bored look, unimpressed by what she saw. A plainish, average girl with nothing extraordinary about her except for the snot dribbles on her shoulder and purée staining her sweater - hardly someone worthy of the man she'd set her sights on. 

"I can see that. Now, run along, dear. Me and the nice man were talking..."

"Uh..." Ray gulped, feeling nauseous when the woman slid her hand up his forearm to his bicep, squeezing it like his pretty girl would, only he winced when her cat-like nails dug into his skin. He felt like a piece of meat, glancing at his wife with a clearly uncomfortable expression as he froze, not knowing what to do with the devil woman's claws keeping him in her clutches. 

(y/n) saw red, growling when she dared to touch her doofus when she, Mrs. Manchester, was standing right there. She assumed the woman had been watching his every move, licking her scarlet lips hungrily, so she must've seen them kissing and hugging, talking like a married couple. Which they were. 

She didn't give a fuck, pushing herself between the witch and her husband before shoving her left hand before her eyes, hoping the diamonds on her finger cut her plasticky face. 

"Back off, bitch. He's mine..." She snarled, feeling Ray's hands on her hips as the woman stumbled back, shocked and pale-faced, when she tripped in her ludicrous heels and bumped into a table. It would be a terrible shame for her to return to the office with purée on her ass, but (y/n) didn't care. 

She turned in Ray's arms and brought him into a passionate kiss, adding a little tongue for dramatic effect. She didn't care who was watching--instead, she wanted the whole world to see her marking her territory. Ray Manchester was off the market, his wedding gleaming in the warm light as he happily succumbed to his fate.

~

"What a sweet moment for ShoutOut, AWOL, Volt, and BrainStorm..." Trent Overrunder announced as he and Mary Gaperman sat for the evening news. And the night's biggest story had to be how Captain Man's team had redeemed themselves, going from zero to hero in one epic mission. 

They played Natalie Mazdah's livestream for the city, declaring them celebrities too. When they gathered in the Man's Nest, the kids squealed when they said the correct names - Miles, in particular, was glad that The Wing Wimp would never see the light of day again. 

"You can say that again," Mary retorted, unknowingly helping the heroic team since they needed the names to stick. Even though Trent said them once, according to Schwoz, Ray, and (y/n), the lucky number was three, leaving them on the edge of their seats as the report continued. 

"And I will! What a sweet moment for ShoutOut, AWOL, Volt, and BrainStorm!" The man repeated as his colleague grinned, acting childlike and adorable as she turned the utterance into a chant. 

While they hadn't made the best first impression of themselves, she loved the new superheroes--or maybe she was just following whatever Trent said since that's usually what she did. 

"Let's do it together!"

"What a sweet moment for ShoutOut, AWOL, Volt, and BrainStorm!" They cheered, completing the cycle of three as the team grinned. That was it; history had been made because they'd forever be known as their chosen aliases, not some unfortunate nicknames from a misfortunate accident. 

They whooped and fist-pumped the air before turning off the monitor, smiling over their shared popcorn and sodas. Mika and Chapa high-fived before the latter bumped fists with Miles; as usual, Bose was lost in his own world, but he was content, knowing the news was supposed to be good. 

"Now I kinda miss Gorgeous Hair Boy..." he commented as the others snacked on a bit of popcorn, trying to keep their eyes trained on the table since something was happening across the room that their poor innocent eyes didn't want to see. 

Ray and (y/n) were...together and had been since they'd returned from Hip Hop Purée, snuggling and cuddling like no one else was in the room. It was cute, but God, the man didn't let their beloved friend breathe, insisting that he had to keep an eye on her since Ellis' departure had left her a little droopy. But did he really have to be so handsy with his tongue down her throat?!

"I miss when Ray wasn't trying to eat (y/n)'s face..." Mika groaned, and they all glanced at the happy couple, relieved to see they'd taken a break from canoodling to rub noses. Still gross, but not as bad, even if he was holding her butt. 

It was their preferred spot for affection since (y/n) had a thing about windows and a complex about living underground, so they stood and admired the view--and Ray admired her. Although the kids had to admit that he never looked happier than when he was with her, looking ten years younger when she said the L-word. And no matter who listened, he wasn't ashamed to say it back. 

"No, I love you more, sweet girl. Have I ever told you how incredibly hot you are?"

"Maybe once or twice..." (y/n) giggled, her arms thrown around his neck as she ignored the aching in her toes, standing on them to reach his lips. It was a shame that he had to put a shirt on, saying that she didn't mind seeing the artwork that was his body all the time - literal eye candy - but it kept the trash away. 

At least she could see it at bedtime - the only woman to do so. 

"You two are disgusting," Chapa grimaced when they kissed again, repulsed to see her boss's tongue run along the seam of the woman's lips. She was her friend, and to see her engage in such activities--she was gonna vomit. 

Ray pulled away with an irritated expression, sparing them a glance before focusing on his precious girl again. He smushed her cheeks together, wondering if she was an angel in disguise as the irritation melted, forgotten about when she smiled at him like that. 

"Can't a man love his wife?" He asked quietly, petting her head and kissing her temple as they embraced, looking perfectly content to stand there, rocking from side to side. 

The kids had no argument for that, silently admitting that he was a sweetheart when (y/n) was around, showing that for all his silliness and harsh words when frustrated, he was just a man. And like any other man, he loved a pretty girl, becoming an idiot just so he could get a smile out of her, which they guessed was cute. Maybe. Secretly. They didn't want to admit it. 

But they supposed they could make an exception--just this once.