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SFW Alphabet - Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe

Requested: No

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2119

Note: I know his name is technically Henry Ruth, but I refuse to recognize him as anything but Leonard Wolfe.

a - asking ( who’s the first person to confess and how does it happen ? ) 

Leonard accidentally confesses. it’s not that he doesn’t want you to know but it just sort of slipped out. He was watching you while you conversed with Maverick and he heard your laugh and it just happened. And then he immediately was stuttering — a rare occurrence for him— over words to ask you on a date. 

b - butterflies ( how they act when they get nervous ) 

He plays with his fingers. or he’ll twirl his hat around in his hands. He has to have something in his hands to fiddle with. Sometimes he barely speaks above a whisper and his accent is a lot more prominent. 

c- cuddles (What is their favorite cuddling position? Do they like physical touch?)

He enjoys being the big spoon if that’s what gives you comfort. That’s all he cares about at the end of the day. Whatever makes his partner happy is what he likes. Although, after particularly rough days of training or work in general, he wants to be the little spoon. 

He *loves* physical touch, he always has a hand on you if possible. He likes the way that you ground him, and if he’s honest he just really likes to show others you’re his. 

d- domesticity (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?)

Leo wants nothing more than to settle down, besides being a naval aviator there was nothing he wanted more than to have a family. He loves helping around the house, and although he hates doing dishes and laundry, he’ll do it if it’s your least favorite too, and really he’ll do any of the chores you don’t want to do. It’s just the ranch boy in him, everyone has to do their part to make sure it all runs smoothly – even if there’s no ranch.

he‘s known to wake you up gently before going to work, he just wants to be able to tell you goodbye. So there’s always a forehead kiss and tucking you back in before he leaves. And its almost routine that when he gets home from work the first thing he does is find you so he can hug you and give you a hello kiss and then it’s off to shower for him – he started skipping them at the base most days, simply because he misses you. 

e- encouragement (Do they encourage you to achieve your goals? If so, how do they support you?)

Leo wants nothing more than for you to succeed. He’ll take on all of the household things if they’re interfering with your goals. You’ve supported him through his, no matter what, and he wants to make sure you feel equally able to achieve all that you’ve wanted. 

f- favorite thing(s) about you (What are their favorite personality traits/physical features about you?)

He adores your ability to talk (and listen) to those who approach you. He thinks that speaks volumes about who you are as a person. He adores your smile and he’ll do absolutely anything to make sure he gets to see it every day. 

g- goofiness (Do they like to make you laugh? How often do they joke around with you?)

Leo is a jokester. It’s something he does well, and he’s known to make witty remarks in your ear when possible. He just wants to hear you laugh. Every time he does, his body feels with pride. 

h- honesty (Would they lie to you? How much do they share with you?)

Honesty is the best policy. That’s what his mama used to tell him and still does. He typically does his best to tell you the whole truth and nothing but the truth, unless it would upset or worry you. Leo makes sure that he still tells the truth, but if there were things left out? You’re none the wiser. 

i- impression (What was their first impression of you? Was it positive or negative?)

He thought you hung the moon. The first time he saw you he knew he was in trouble, there was no denying the gravitational pull you had on him. He was drawn to you and he knew at that moment at the O Club that his heart was off the market. And that was before he had even spoken to you. Once he spoke to you? The cowboy was long gone, lost in your eyes and the way your face lit up when he responded to you. 

j- jealousy (Are they the type of person to get jealous? If so, how do they react to being jealous?)

He tries his best to not be, but sometimes that green monster creeps up in his stomach if someone gets too close or touches you. But, he looks good in green and he knows it. When it gets too much, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him – but he doesn’t end whatever conversation you’re having unless the other person has pushed it too far. 

k- kissing (Where do they like to kiss you? How frequently do they like to kiss?)

Leo adores kissing you. Anywhere he’s able to kiss, he is. His favorite places would have to be your cheeks, neck, forehead, nose, wrists, and knuckles. BUT, nothing is as nice as being able to kiss you on the lips. He typically likes to give you soft pecks and keeps doing it until you’re laughing. He really will kiss you all the time if he was able to. But, since he can’t, he keeps it to a minimum in public but once you’re home? It’s every time he’s in the same room as you. 

l- love language (What's their love language?)

Physical Touch and quality time. He loves being able to feel you, it lets him know you’re safe and with him. It’s grounding for him and keeps his nerves down. With his job, he’s away a lot and he feels guilty for being that way. Even if you tell him its all okay and that you don’t mind, he still feels bad. So, anytime he’s stateside he likes to be able to just relax with you. Every time he gets back from a deployment or training, he needs at least a whole day where it’s just you two. 

m- marriage (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?)

He knew it from the second he talked to you for the first time. Call him cheesy but it was really love at first sight. Of course, there’s always the fear that he’ll leave you all alone one day, but he’d rather have been your husband than just your boyfriend. He grew up in a household with two parents who were madly in love and that’s something he aspired to have. 

He proposes, with his mom’s ring. It’s tradition and truly, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Most likely he gets too excited to actually get to the big plan he had for how he was going to do it, and he ends up proposing at home, with just the two of you after dinner ( which he cooked ), while you’re laying on his chest, and he’s just filled with so much love and admiration for you that it slips out. Much like how he admitted his feelings for you years before. 

n- nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

He calls you darlin’, sunshine, my love, sunflower, and of course baby, babe, and doll. 

You call him cowboy, flyboy, wolfie, baby, babe, and Leo. 

o- openness (How much do they tell you about themselves? Do they reveal everything at once or gradually throughout the relationship?)

He’s an open book. Leo does not hide a single thing about his childhood and past from you. 

p- PDA (Are they affectionate in public or do they prefer to keep your kisses behind closed doors? Are they the type to brag about their SO?)

PDA is no rarity for you two. He loves people knowing you’re his, he’s so proud that you wanted him. He brags about you to anyone that’ll listen. Leo is incredibly proud of you and he always will be. He just wants everyone else to know how amazing you are and that you’re smart, kind, and perfect. 

q- quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He likes to cook with you, and lay around with you. He enjoys the mornings when he doesn’t have to get up for work early and neither do you; so you’re able to lie in bed and just talk as long as you can. He just loves to listen to you and play with your fingers. He finds peace and safety with you. 

r- romance (Are they the romantic type? If so, how do they express their feelings?)

He’s a hopeless romantic, something he picked up from watching his parents. He’ll tell you how he feels about you all of the time and brings home little things that reminded him of you. He’ll bring your favorite flowers or snacks home at least once a week. He also leaves little love notes throughout your house for you to find. 

s- security (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)

He is very protective of you.  Leo knows you can hold your own, but sometimes he steps in. Especially if someone cannot get the hint. There’s typically a hand of his to be found on your waist, back, or in your pocket. 

t- turn-offs (What traits do they find unattractive?)

Being rude to people for no reason. Sure, sometimes it can be warranted, but to be rude to a waitress, waiter, or worker? Leo won’t stand for that. He also hates if someone is rude to his friends to make too many jokes that it gets to the point that the person isn’t joking around but being mean. 

u- understanding (Are they good at sympathizing with your problems? Do they listen to you when you need to rant?)

He does his best to sympathize. If Leo is anything it’s a good listener, he knows whatit’ss like to have people wave you off or not want to listen. He would never want you to feel as if he doesn’t care or isn’t listening. Even if he doesn’t understand what you’re ranting about, he will be the most attentive person. 

v- value (What do they value most about your relationship?)

The no judgment from either of you. He values the fact that your relationship is so open and that you both can say whatever you feel about something and if there is a problem, you’re both willing to talk to solve it. 

w- wild card (A random headcanon about your relationship)

He loves when you steal any of his clothes. It makes him happy to see you lounging around in his shirts, sweatshirts, whatever. His absolute favorite is one of his Longhorn hoodies or a navy sweatshirt. Sometimes he even lays out shirts for you in case you want/need one. He keeps a polaroid of the two of you on his person at all times, one in his wallet and one inflight suit. 

x- x-ray (How well are they able to read you?)

He can read you as easily as a picture book. If there is something Leonard Wolfe has down pat? It’s you. And he prides himself on knowing every tell no matter how small it may be. 

y- yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn't with them?)

Leo is a clingy guy, truth be told. But, he’s also used to being away. He does have to combat some of the dread of being away and not being able to hold you on tough days. So, as usual, he keeps polaroids of you with him at all times, and his bunk has pictures of you scattered around. He even found a place that made custom dog tags and had some made with your name on them to keep in his bunk. He stole a blanket from home that he had sprayed the fragrance you used the most on it to sleep with. 

z- zappy (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)

He tried to go slow, he really did. But Leo just loves(d) you so much that he couldn’t wait. He felt the need to give you his last name, or hyphenate his own almost immediately and really no one blamed him. How could they? He is in the military.

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you weren’t sure who had exactly started this game, but it seemed as though there was no end in sight, unless one of you folded. and both you and leo were far too stubborn to ever do so, which meant this was going to trail on for awhile.

you do, however, remember when you had vowed to get back at him. it was early morning, the sun barely peaking over the horizon and leo was tucked under the blankets, shouldered between your thighs as he pleasured you with his mouth. you were right on the cusp of coming, until a heavy knock sounded from the front door and the distinct voice of hollywood shouting for leo to get up.

the man between your legs had completely forgotten about you, rushing around the bedroom to find his service khakis. and once he was dressed, he kissed you goodbye -- lips still wet, before darting out of the house.

you fell back against the pillows with heavy sigh, and teetering orgasm left to slowly dissipate or take care of yourself. and you do, coming a few minutes later with an almost disappointed look on your face before rolling over and going back to sleep with a slight anger towards your boyfriend.

so the next time when you’re going down on him, part of you wants to pull back -- give him a taste of how you felt after he had practically run out on you. however, a small part of you doesn’t want to, as he looks so pretty with his eyes  screwed shut and whimpers falling from his parted lips. but you eventually do, pulling back just as he’s about to come, and wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“w-what?” leo whimpers, eyes shooting open to see why you had stopped -- especially when he was so close. only, you shrug and start to climb off the bed before he’s scrambling after you, “where are you going?”

“i forgot that i had to meet up with some friends. i’m going to be late.” you state, turning away to avoid the grief stricken look on his face as you get dressed. after pulling on your shoes, you walk over, press a soft kiss to his lips before heading out of the house. leaving leo still confused and stranded in the bed.

from there, it had turned into a game almost -- trying to see if the other could get the other to crack. and by the end of the week, there was so much pent up tension between the two of you, that it was starting to gain attention from the rest of your friend group.

hollywood nudged his rio, eyeing him cautiously as he tight gripped his drink, "you alright, wolf?" the other man only offered him a tight lipped smile in return, before his focus swung back in your direction. hollywood, being ever observant of his rio and his emotions, following his gaze across the bar to where you were seated next to one of your friends. then it hit him.

"the two of you playing a little game or something? cause if so, just forget about it and fuck each other for christ's sake." hollywood states, patting him on the shoulder before heading over to the bar to get another drink for himself.

wolf turned the words over in his head, before downing the rest of his drink and making his way over to where you sat. the second he was in reaching distance, his hand wrapped around your bicep, gaining your attention before dropping his lips to the shell of your ear, "wanna get out of here?"

there's a flicker of something in your eyes, but you nod, waving goodbye to your friends before following wolf out of the bar and turns the car. not at all caring that the two of you had only been there for a couple of hours.

the ride home was short, neither of you being able to fully keep your hands to yourself. until the two of you were settled up in your bedroom with a trail of clothes leading the way.

your hands pressed against his chest, giving you enough leverage as you sank down onto his cock. leo's head tossed back against the pillows, moan slipping from his lips until you were fully seated against his hips.

hands gripped you roughly at the hips, before fucking up into with vigor. the seemingly long cord that had been wound up inside the both of you had snapped. and leo wasn’t wasting any time in bringing the both of you to completion -- as this was something you both needed.

you clung to him, bearing down to met him on each of his thrusts. driving him deeper to press against the sweet spot that had you seeing stars. and given there had been a large build up with orgasms already teetering on the edge, it didn’t take long to drop over the edge and let both of your orgasms wash over you. 

you collapsed against his chest, heavy breathing as leo nuzzled into your neck with a hefty laugh, “god, let’s not do that again...” he states, followed by an noise of agreement as you lean up to press a kiss to his lips.

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Hi I’m back again, I have a request for our dear Wolfman, again. Would you please write a 50 first dates ?

Thank you again for everything!

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Thinking of You

Pairing: (Henry Roth) Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth) x (Lucy Whitmore) Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth), Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Carol Bradshaw, Bradley Bradshaw, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Marcus “Sundown” Williams, Sam “Merlin” Wells, Charles “Chipper” Piper, Mike “Viper” Metcalf, Bill “Cougar” Cortell, Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood, Penny Benjamin

Warnings: Fluff, angst, this is cute, Leonard is adorable, reader watches out for herself, everyone is protective of the reader and it's adorable, no fisherman here, only ranchers and cowboys, small town vibes, Iceman and Viper are the best, Pete can't cook for the life of his business, few funny moments, few serious moments here and there

Word Count: 5,307

A/N: I am so so sorry for taking forever with this one. I did not forget it, I promise. It was a whole thing with trying to find inspiration and rewatching the movie for research. But it... is... done!!!

Viper still refers to Bradley as a baby because he is (in his eyes)

Charlie is the horny German lady which I find hilarious

Yes, I used the TGM Squad as the kids for everyone who had children in the movie

The guys all have a work past with Viper

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He takes a seat at the counter, minding his own business as he reads a menu.

You smile as you walk inside, you always love coming here and not just because you get to see Penny and Pete, your favorite couple at the restaurant but because you get to make your waffle buildings.

‘Maybe today I’ll build a hut. Oh, and for the steam we can use coffee.’

Penny notices there’s a little pep in your step while she hands you a menu. “How are you doing, Butterfly?”

You giggle, “I’m doing just fine.”

She smiles and tells you your table is free.

He sees you enter the restaurant, sitting down in one of the empty booths in the middle of the row.

Penny turns around filling another customer’s coffee, she notices the looks he’s sending your way and needs to stop it before things can progress, you don’t need any more heartache (even if you don’t remember it today).

It would also save him from meeting your dad, who’s in charge of the port, Viper aka Mike or your cousin, Iceman aka Tom.

“I wouldn’t,” she tells him.

He furrows his brows and turns towards the waitress. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“You’ll only find yourself heartbroken if you try to pursue her.”

“What makes you say that?”

She purses her lips; she doesn’t find it necessary to tell him of your accident. But then she realizes he’s new and must be one of the few new cowboys that came into town.

“You’re gone for more than half of the year doing what you do. You’ve never met her but if you did and it was time to leave both of you would be crushed. Imagine how much that for a second.”

“Maybe she’d come with me.”

“She-” She sighs at the wound of glass breaking. “Excuse me while I go kick my husband out of the kitchen.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, Pen.”

“Out of the kitchen, Maverick," a new voice says.

He doesn't know it, but it was the actual cook, Marcus.

He sighs, pushing the doors open, taking a seat beside the man. “Sounds like you did good there.”

The dejected man chuckles, “yeah.”

“Hey. You happen to know that girl sitting in the booth, would you?”

Pete glances over his slumped shoulder. “What’s it to you?”

“Woah. Woah. Why is everyone so aggressive? I was just asking a question.”

“A question that shouldn’t be asked.”

“Okay. Message received.”

“You seem like the type who won’t take no for an answer?”

Leonard chuckles, “am I really that transparent?” He chuckles to himself as he takes a sip of his coffee until he turns back to look at Pete and realizes how serious this whole thing is. “Oh, shit. Sorry, I just thought-”

“She wouldn’t go for a guy like you,” a voice says sitting on the other side of the rancher.

The two men angle their bodies to hear the man better.

Pete gives him a sarcastic smile. “Yeah, thanks for that, Cougar. We don’t need to give it any more ideas.”

“First off, it has a name and oh, she’s trying to make a door.”

The two look back and focus on you trying to get the finishing touches to your waffle house done.

He debates on walking over to you after hearing everyone’s warnings.

Clearly no one here wants to see anything bad happen to you if they’re this willing to stop him before he could try anything.

He pushes himself out of the chair, grabs a toothpick before heading over to you.

“Hey,” he starts off not to startle you entirely before sticking the toothpick in place, opening and closing the door to show you how well it works. “I thought this might help you a little more.”

You glance up at him, giving him a smile. “Well, then I guess the only thing I can say is thank you. To be honest, it probably would have taken me five minutes to figure it out, so again, I thank you for saving me from any potential embarrassment.”

Leonard lifts his hat, “I always do what I can to help a beautiful lady such as yourself.”

“Ah, I bet you say that to everyone you see then.”

He chuckles. This certainly isn’t what he was expecting when he walked over, it's different, nice even. “May I,” he gestures to the empty side of the booth.

“Please, I’d like to look a little less pathetic in front of, well everyone here.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

“You flatter girls to get them in your bed and expect that very thing to happen, don’t you?”

“Uh- well,” he stutters.

You shrug, “doesn’t matter now. I’m just happy to have some company even if it’s just for a minute or two.”

“Well, then I’m happy to be of service.”

You dazzle him with another smile.

This is different from the other times he's gone out with girls.

You lift your watch to check the time. “Oh, looks like it's time for me to go. Sorry,” you sheepishly shrug as you reach for your bag.

“Uh- oh, okay. Yeah, I guess it’s time I went back to work.”

You get up and barely walk past him when you stop. “Is that you?”

“Is what me?”

“The farm smell?”

His mouth opens into an “o” making it obvious he now knows what you’re talking about. “Oh, yeah. Perks of being a rancher. Sorry about the smell. I didn’t realize it was so bad.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s- it’s not that. It’s just- it's more of a comfort thing. It reminds me of my family because my dad and my cousin are in the ranching business, and this is- the smell of, well the farm, is basically what I grew up with.”

He nods, “okay, good to know I don’t smell too much like shit.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Happy to help but I seriously have to go now.”

“Okay.”

You head over to Penny and pay her before saying bye to everyone.

Leonard shakes his head once he sees your car leave. “She sure is something else.” He then heads over to his car, sneakily watching you leave.

-

He spends the night talking to Rick, watching his kids. “So, you gonna ask her out?”

“Me?” Leonard shakes his head, pulling Rick’s youngest, Javy, away from the fence before his beloved (crazy) goat comes over and towards the edge to scare the kids.

The rancher isn't going to have his headbutting, crossed eyed goat injure another one of his friends' kids (even if it's on them because they didn't listen). “I- no.”

“You like her?”

The kids’ “ooh” at their dad’s comment.

“What? No. She’s just- she’s... busy?”

“Excuses.” He pushes himself off the fence, “come on kids. Your uncle needs alone time to process the fact that he’s a wimp.”

The kids mumble wimp under their breaths as they walk by.

He’s left alone with his thoughts.

-

“Did she get offered any drugs today?” Mike asks his nephew.

Tom shakes his head, “no and you know she wouldn’t take anything anyway.”

“She wouldn’t know.”

The blond glances over at the older man.

“Don’t give me that look boy.”

Neither of them says anything else as they go their separate ways before going out to the garage so they can repaint the wall.

Nick and Carole walk to the open space, "hey guys."

"Do you know what got her in such a happy mood today?" Mike asks.

The couple glance at one another.

"When we went to get food, Penny said that one of the new ranchers came in and talked to her, but I don't know what happened," Carole tells him.

"A new rancher?"

She nods. "Yeah, he's the only one here who wears his hat twenty-four seven."

"And you don't know anything about this?" Tom asks Nick.

The mustached man narrows his eyes at him, "if we knew anything else we would have told you."

"I'm just checking, mother Goose. No need to get your p-"

Mike smacks his nephew on the back of his head. "Stop it. Nick take another roll and again, thank you for the food, Carole. If you could just-"

"Set it on the counter for later, I'd be happy to."

"How's life been with the baby?"

"It's been great. I know it makes her sad that we can't bring him around here. All they've wanted since they were kids was for their kids to be friends and hangout all the time."

Mike sighs, "yeah."

Carole sneaks up the stairs to check on you. She barely opens the door and sees you standing there, a smile breaks across her face. She's happy to know that you're safe and sound for another day.

-

The next day is a weird one... for Leonard.

He had no idea what was going to happen when he made his way to the restaurant, and he most certainly wasn’t expecting you to not remember him (and mean it).

Sure, he’s had a few girls say they don’t remember him but after some persuading and mentions of certain clues, they break, this time with you though, not so much.

A few minutes passed after you ran out until someone explained to him why he shouldn’t continue doing what he’s doing.

“Everyone knows but,” Penny sighs. “She was in an accident that killed her mom and left her with what the doctors believe to be permanent brain damage.”

That is the last thing Leonard was expecting to learn about you. “All those light threats make sense now.”

“Now that you know, are you going to keep trying to date her?” Penny asks him. "Because if you’re not and you break her heart, you can just leave now. We won’t tolerate that kind of behavior.”

He nods and finishes his coffee, coming up with a few ideas.

-

Rick lounges on his couch, as usual, and watches as his friend jots down a few things. “You must really like this girl if you’re so willing to do just about anything for her.”

Leonard shrugs, “I don’t think that’s it.”

“Well, you’re doing something really nice for her, someone you’ve met a few times. As for me, your best friend barely gets a birthday card.”

“You’ve been giving yourself your own gift every year.”

“Oh, yeah and what’s that?”

“Your kids.”

“Damn, you’re good.”

-

He sits at the counter in front of the kitchen, waiting for you to come in so he can ask to eat with you.

You enter, at the same time as always, greeting Penny and Pete before sitting down to look at the menu.

He stands up and walks over to you, “hey, is this seat taken?”

You look up from the menu, “yeah, that’s my boyfriend's seat.”

“Oh, it is?”

You nod, “and he won’t be happy to know that some random guy sat there while talking to his girlfriend.”

“What if we say we’re just friends?”

“Are we though? I mean, I don’t even know your name.”

“Leonard.”

“I wasn’t asking. Look, I gotta go.”

Everyone hears the commotion outside and runs out to see what’s happening, Penny and Leonard being the fastest to get outside when they hear your voice.

“It’s not- it’s October thirteenth.”

Nick slams his car door closed before rushing over, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to give you some kind of protection.

Leonard takes a step forward, ready to tell the cop everything when Penny gets to him first.

Pete grabs the cowboy, “you and Goose are gonna take her home. She needs to be with her family right now. She needs comfort.”

He nods, taking his words into consideration.

The boys get you into the car, but the ride home is a blur, you don’t even know if you’ve responded to Leonard.

-

Your father and cousin are outside before you know it.

"What happened?" Mike asks, taking in your state of distress.

Nick looks up at the older man with sad eyes. "She found out again."

He closes his eyes, rubbing his chin.

Tom comes to your other side, the two men helping you inside.

The mustached man stops the rancher before he could step any further onto his front porch. "I'm gonna have to stop you right there."

Leonard furrows his brows. "What do you mean?"

"You being here isn't good for her."

"What does that mean?"

"This is something we've done before. You have never been involved."

"How would you know?"

"You don't know her, and you don't need to concern yourself with her. I'm asking you once and only once. It's time for you to go."

The man turns around, not even waiting to see if he's going to walk away.

Nick peaks through the window, whispering, "what are you doing?"

Leonard rushes closer. "He kicked me out."

"He doesn't want her to be more heartbroken than she is. Are you here for her or for you?"

"What- why are you asking?"

"If you're here because you want to date her, I'll let you in. If not, you can turn your sorry ass around."

He didn't even have to hesitate. "Open the door."

The blond smiles and lifts the windowpane higher. "You said you'd open the door."

"I'd like to not have my ass kicked too bad, thank you."

He rolls his eyes and crawls through, listening to your cries as you listen to what you went through again.

"Can we- I want to talk to the doctor." You quietly hiccup, "I'm sure I've already talked to him but let me go again. Please?" You ask your father.

He nods and you all are off to the facility you were in for some time after your accident.

-

"It's the same thing I've told you before," Dr. Simpson finishes.

You nod, "I'm sure you have, and I appreciate you taking the time to explain it to me again."

Leonard and Nick were stuck talking to one of the patients, (ten second) Sam.

"Hi, I'm Sam."

They nod and introduce themselves to him and continue to do so until Tom grabs them by their collars, hauling them out of the building.

"You two idiots wanted to stay. Stop getting distracted."

-

Once you got home, you decided to go to your room and write in your journal, needing to process everything.

"Would it- could I go talk to her?"

Mike silently nods.

"Go get 'em, tiger."

Nick averts his gaze your dad's stern look.

-

He knocks on the door, waiting for you to answer as he removes his hat.

The door swings open.

You stare at him through your lashes. "What do you want?"

"To talk. Check on you."

"I'm fine. Go home. I'd say I'll talk to you tomorrow, but I'll forget you by midnight." You walk back into your room, leaving the door open.

He takes that as an invitation and enters. "I- uh-"

"I don't want you to feel like you have to stay after everything you’ve learned. I would understand if you didn't want to talk anymore."

"No!" He nearly screams before realizing his mistake and sits down. "I mean, I don't mind it. This- your twenty-four-hour memory is no problem. I- I actually think you're worth getting to know, every day."

You don't give him a verbal response as you nod, unsure of how to respond.

As you two bask in the silence, the other's downstairs are preparing for the next day.

-

“You coming to the garage or are you going to call Carole?” Tom asks him after his uncle walks out of the room.

“What do you think?”

Your cousin rolls his eyes, “still as lazy as the day I met you.”

“Hey, I am offended.”

“Good.”

Nick shakes his head, mumbling a variety of comebacks that he would never say out loud because he values his life.

-

Leonard reaches around, rubbing your shoulder, not realizing the time or what’s about to happen.

You wake, opening your eyes and start screaming, alerting everyone in the house.

Tom and Mike make it to your room in no time.

The older man hauls the rancher out of your room and out of the house. “I thought I told you to stay away.”

“You might have.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

“Sir, I really care about your daughter and honestly, the thought of showing her how much I care about her everyday sounds-”

“Like you’ve got some kind of ulterior motive.”

“That hurts. No, I mean, telling her every day that I care for her and making her fall for me again and again. I can’t explain it but, I know I’m the right guy for her. Everyone here cares for her and I’d like to count myself lucky enough to be a part of that community. I know you think I’m messing with her but that’s not true and even if you push me away, I will still be here and continue to stand by her.”

Mike has a lot to think about now.

He nods, “don’t come around today. She needs time to heal and take it all in, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m sure I'll hear from you later. Now go.”

Leonard smiles as he leaves. He spends the day making a gift, as a precaution he doesn’t come by for a couple of days.

Leonard has a lot of things to think about.

If he stays and builds a relationship with you, he’s going to be putting his dreams on the back burner; something he’s had his mind set on for a long, long time now.

Can he, do it?

Is it worth it?

As much as it hurts him to think about, he needs to. But then he thinks of you again and it is.

He makes a mental note to email his response.

-

He knocks on the door and Tom answers it. “You’re back? I thought you decided to leave.”

The rancher shakes his head, “nope. Can’t get rid of me that easily. I- uh- I actually made something and I want to play it for her. I don’t know if it’ll help but, you never know.”

He steps aside, giving Leonard enough room to walk by.

“Thanks.”

You and your father enter the living room, seeing him placing the tape in the VHS player.

The tape plays before either of you could ask what's going on.

Your name flashes across the screen, drawing your attention along with mentions of the accident and Bradley, Carole and Nick's son who's four now.

You touch the scar hidden by your hair.

Tom stands back, waiting for what you decide to do.

Mike rubs his hand across his face. "Did you do this?"

He nods. "I did."

You take a deep breath and grab his arm, bringing him with you.

-

"Where are we going?"

You don't answer him.

"Should I be worried?"

You stop in front of your car. "Do you ever shut up?"

"I could."

"Do it now."

"Stop being mean to me or I swear I'm gonna fall in love with you."

You roll your eyes. "I need to talk to you, and I don't want to do it with my guard dogs nearby."

"Oh, sure."

He opens the door for you, earning a furrowed brow look from you.

You don't say anything as you drive to the one place no one knows about.

"Are we-"

"The accident site, yeah. I didn’t know that at the time but now that I do, it doesn't change the special value it holds."

"That's good." He turns to you, seeing the way you're staring at him. "What?"

"We need to end this."

"End what?"

"You know what."

"Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Leonard-"

He cuts you off before you can continue. "You remember my name?"

"If you'd let me get a word in, you'd know that the only reason I know of you is because I have a journal. I've been keeping notes of everything, I just- I never realized it."

"And that means we need to not see each other anymore?"

"Exactly."

"Why?"

"You."

"I'm not following."

"You," you close your eyes, huffing through your nose. "You're so sweet and have been since we first met but you're going to get hurt."

"What makes you think that?"

"You've stayed longer than any guy ever has but to do this every day is just- I know it's a lot."

"It's nothing."

"See, that!" You point at him. "That right there is exactly why I'm ending this. You've got such a pure heart and I can't be the reason it breaks when you realize it's not worth it to stay."

"Who's to say that I'll stop feeling what I do?"

You avoid eye contact as your tears blur your vision. "You will, just like I know how my father and Tom are tired of it. They'll never admit it, but everyone has their breaking point and I think us meeting and seeing each other has pushed theirs. I'm really sorry, I like you. I do but I'm doing this to protect us."

You offer him a weak smile as the tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks.

Before you leave to go back inside, you hand him your journal.

He pulls you back and kisses you.

Your first kiss with one another and it's amazing but can't last forever.

You pull away, walking inside with heavy steps; barely able to keep yourself together.

Tom nor Mike stops you, but they do make sure to call Nick and Carole, knowing you'll need a good day tomorrow even if you don't remember it.

-

Leonard doesn't come into the diner for a few days.

Carole sits with you at your job while Rick, Nick, and Pete drive Mike and Tom to see him off.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye," Rick tells him.

"That's nice but how do you know these guys?" Leonard points between the guys in the group.

"We used to work together before I decided to settle down," his friend explains.

"Is that what you've been telling people?" Pete asks, staring at the man with a confused expression.

Rick glances at the man, "what are you talking about? Of course, that's what I've been telling people. It's the truth."

Pete shrugs, "I just thought-"

"Thought what?"

Nick smacks the two across the back of their heads. "Alright you idiots, there's a time and a place to talk about this. Now is not it."

The two grumbled, rubbing the now sore spot.

"We came here to talk to Wolfman before he left."

"You told them?"

"We all worked for him," Rick points to Mike. "Of course, I'm going to tell them."

"Anyway," the oldest chimes in. "We're here to send you off but not before giving you this." He hands him a CD.

"Really?" The rancher asks, not understanding the sentimental thought behind it just yet.

Mike nods, "I think you'll like it. Check side B, song four. Everything will make sense after that." The older man walks away, letting the others take their time in following.

Nick pats Leonard on the back, saluting him before wishing him luck. "I wish you luck, my friend."

"I'm pretty sure you just jinxed me."

"That's for the theater and you're going to need it one way or another."

The rancher frowns.

Pete chuckles, "you really leaving?"

The blond shrugs. "What else can I do? She told me she doesn't want me, and I can't force myself into her life, you know. Whether she remembers me or not. I'm going to respect her decision."

"That's really nice of you, not everyone would do that."

"I keep telling you I'm not like everyone."

"And I understand why. You're going to do great, kid."

The man in the cowboy hat purses his lips as his brows knit together in confusion. "If I'm not mistaken, we're the same age."

"Potato, potahtoe."

"Not the same."

Pete smirks and slaps his arm before jogging to Mike's car.

"You really want to leave?" Rick asks, standing beside him, resting his arms on the fence. "Because I'm not buying this whole "I can do this" thing. I mean, from what I've heard it sounds like you love her but who am I to assume."

Leonard shakes his head, "you heard wrong."

"That's a load of bull and you know it."

"You'll never know."

"The kids are going to miss you."

"They'll find something else to occupy them."

“You know they won’t.”

“Whatever you say, man.”

Rick’s hand hovers over his friend’s shoulder, he doesn’t pat him like everyone else had (knowing he’ll be back in no time). “You’re an idiot.”

Leonard lets out a dry, “thanks.”

Tom gives him a knowing look, “you know I’m right.”

“If you’re just going to be a jerk, leave with the others. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You said you were going to stay by her side no matter what. What happened to that guy?”

“She made the decision. She doesn’t want me around; thinks she’s going to save me from heartache or something.”

“You’re an idiot.” Tom walks away, leaving him with his thoughts.

Leonard shakes his head, not understanding half of what just happened; all he knows is that he’s offended. He hops in his truck, his heart heavy and mind full of useless thoughts; he places the CD in the car player.

Half forgetting he’s had the damn thing this whole time and never once thought to use it. He skips to the song Mike told him to play.

He’s barely on the road for ten minutes and gets out of his thoughts, his fingers stop tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel when he slams on the brakes. “Holy shit! Holy- no way. No way!”

His smile is as wide as can be. “I knew the old man liked me.”

He turns the car around and heads towards the office you visited when you were told about the accident again.

-

He runs through the door, trying to sneak in by the security guards before anyone can kick him out.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” He turns to face them, removing his hat.

He shrugs, not saying a word.

Maybe playing dumb would be easier?

The taller of the two stares at him with raised brows as his partner takes in Leonard’s appearance. “Go on in.”

Ron turns to Charles, “what’s wrong with you? What if he was a murderer or some psycho?”

“Did he look like a psycho to you?”

“No but-”

“But nothing. I got good vibes from him.”

“What did you smoke for breakfast?”

“I’m not answering that,” Charles says, checking the computer for today’s schedule.

“If someone gets murdered, I’m not protecting you.”

“Dick move.”

“Cya, man.”

“What?”

Ron pats his shoulder, “cover your ass. I’d remember that if I were you.”

-

Leonard runs into the room, eyes scanning all around and over anyone in the room, only to not find you, for the moment.

He wanders further into the room, tempted to ask around when he sees ten second Sam and decides not to, there’s too much time that could be wasted and he can’t waste a second right now.

You turn the corner, not noticing him as you help someone outline the outline of their sketch.

A voice calls out to you, and you turn, finding him.

“Hi? Do you- nevermind, stupid question. Could I- uh- could I talk to you for a minute?” He asks.

You know everyone here will be fine for a few minutes. You hesitate to answer him. “I- we can- just- just follow me.”

-

You two stand in your special art room. “Have we met before?”

His chin juts out. “What?” His eyes wander around the room, finally understanding.

“As you can see, I’ve seen you before. I mean, I know I’ve talked to you, but I don’t remember it. You- you haunt my dreams. I’ve seen us in my favorite restaurant, as if we were on a date and- and I don’t know if it was real or not.” He can see how it’s wracking your brain to try and remember something that won’t be there.

He nods, “we have. We’ve met a few times.”

“That’s all you’re going to say?”

He holds a journal in front of you, “if you really want to find out, read this. It’ll tell you everything.”

You stare at the cover, wondering if you should read it or not.

You hold it close to your chest and stretch your hand out for him. “Hi.”

He raises his brow but shakes your hand. “Hi?”

“We’re starting over.”

“Oh, that makes more sense.”

The door opens, “Hi, “I’m Sam.”

You purse your lips, trying to hold in your laughter.

“And our special moment has a little twist.”

“Leave Sam out?”

He nods, “we’re leaving him out.”

You nod and slowly remove your hand from his. “Hi, I’m Sam.”

“I swear to-”

-

You push open the door and cover your eyes when the sun hits you. Leonard turns around and smiles at the sight of you looking as beautiful as always. “Hey, you’re up.”

You nod, your eyes landing on your precious baby boy, Jake, pretending to be like his dad with ranching.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

Your daughter, Natasha, runs over to you with her arms open for a hug.

Everyone always says that a mother and her child share a special bond, in this case it’s true because you open your arms and scoop her up, holding her close to you, even if it is a little strange just finding out she’s your daughter after watching the video Leonard made for you.

“I’m okay, a little weird this morning.”

“I don’t blame you.”

You tilt your head up at him, staring at him like you’re trying to memorize his face. “I think Tom’s doing things he shouldn’t.”

He turns around, finding your cousin doing the exact opposite of what he told him to and hands Jake to your father so he can help your cousin from messing up his ranch (any more than he already has). “Son of a-”

“Language!” You and Mike shout.

“I wasn’t going to actually say it,” Leonard tells you two.

You and your dad share a look. “He’s your husband, you take care of it.” And he walks away.

“So rude,” you mumble to yourself.

“Hey guys!” Nick and Carole wave as Bradley runs towards Natasha (who hasn’t left your side until this moment).

You smile and wave back, hugging Carole tightly.

“Let's go inside and see what you have in your kitchen for breakfast.”

You lean in closer to her, whispering, “does he ever eat? I swear he is always raiding my pantry.”

“Fast metabolism.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Can I tell you something?” She asks.

You nod.

“Neither do I.”

-

You, Carole, and Nick grimace at the sight of Leonard's friend and his coworker-

"Can they eat each other's faces somewhere else?" Nick mumbles. "I'm trying to eat here."

You and her share a look.

"You're still eating," his wife points out.

He shrugs. "I can't pass up when Sundown cooks. That'd be like disrespecting Penny."

Leonard walks through the door and grimaces. "You two need to stop trying to eat each other and enjoy breakfast. This is not what I imagined when I suggested you two go out."

Charlotte and Rick part from one another, offering weak apologies.

You and Carole can't help but laugh.

The rancher turns around at the sound of your laughter and knows that he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

[callsignthirsty]

For your 801 follower celebration,

I don't know if you write for him, but prompt 66 with Wolfman?

Thank you for being patient with me. This is the first time I’ve tried writing for Wolfman, and I really hope that I did him justice (or at least didn't butcher his character). The man is horribly underwritten (like most of the ‘86 crew).

Also, I changed the prompt ever so slightly (that > the). Oops.

Pairing: Leonard "Wolfman" Wolf x F!Reader (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth x F!Reader) Word Count: 900 Warnings: dirty talk (mild), smut, oral (f! receiving) Minors DNI

Smut Prompt #66

After weeks of dodging your friends, they finally convinced you to come to a girls' night. They claimed you couldn't spend all your time holed up with your boyfriend, but that was precisely what you'd been doing. Not that any of them should've blamed you; your Leo was convincing. But he hadn't stood a chance against all of your girlies (most likely because he wasn't there to defend himself), and you'd been booked.

That afternoon, you called Lisa to confirm the night's plans were still good and spent the rest of the time it would take Lisa to pick up your friends to freshen up with a change of clothes. It was the height of summer, and your work-appropriate slacks were hardly comfortable in San Diego's oppressive heat, so you'd changed into a simple skirt and sighed in immediate relief as fresh air swept through the window and across your legs.

When Wolf came home from classes, you were sticking a note to the fridge and heading out the door. He caught you around the waist, exuberantly spinning the two of you before he planted a kiss on your lips. "Hey, baby." Wolf smiled at you beneath the crooked rim of his Stetson, your gloss sticky on his lips. "Where d'you think you're going?"

"To the movies," you'd insisted, preening as he nuzzled into the curve of your neck, helplessly batting at his shoulders to get him to let you go.

"Dressed like that?" came his muffled reply as he gave the swishy hem of your skirt an appreciative tug. Before you could reply, to complain about the heat, Lisa rolled up to the curb and laid on her horn.

"Leo," you giggled as you tried to work yourself out of your boyfriend's strong arms. "I've gotta go. You're going to make me late for the movie."

But instead of letting you go, Wolf had reeled you in closer. "If you leave the house wearing that, then the second you get home, I'm going to bend you over the bed." Your cheeks grew hot, but Wolf's a flirt. Playful by nature. This isn't the first thing he's said to try and rile you up, and you're sure it won't be the last.

"Sure you will," you grinned, not entirely believing him as you slipped from his arms and left him with a bubblegum smooch to the cheek as Lisa began yelling from her convertible that she would drag you out of the house if she had to.

That, of course, had been your mistake.

Assuming that Wolf wouldn't make good on his promise.

It takes a second for you to open the door, waving as your friends speed off. As the TV drones on in the living room, you toe off your shoes and smile at the thought of cuddling up with Wolf while he finishes whatever he's watching before you both call it a night. So he catches you by surprise when you look up, and he's suddenly there. Cupping your cheeks between his palms and pulling you into a sloppy kiss before corralling you toward the bedroom.

"God, baby," he breathes when you break apart, lips skimming to the corner of your jaw before stealing a shorter but no-less-urgent kiss, one of his hands dropping to play with your skirt. "You know what this does to me?" You shake your head, but as the evidence presses hot to your hip, you begin to get the picture. Wolf hums, his lips turning up against the column of your throat. "Guess I'll just have to show you, then."

Wolfman gives you a peck on the lips that contrasts the way he turns you around and promptly bends you over the side of the bed, your arms fanning out across the mattress to steady yourself. Wolf falls to his knees behind you, nudging your legs further apart as his hands trail up the sensitive insides of your thighs until he's gotten rid of your underwear.

One of his hands travels under your skirt to spread your pussy lips, the other holding onto the small of your back to keep you in place as he licks into you with a groan. And he doesn't stop until your thighs are quaking, his name leaving your lips in little mewls.

"Leo, please." He hums, tongue curling to suck on your clit. "Leo."

"Yeah, baby?" his voice is rough. Not wrecked but well on its way.

"In me," you gasp, wanting nothing more than for Wolf to climb onto the bed with you and cursing as he sucks a bruise into your thigh.

"You think you deserve it?" he asks, licking another broad stripe up your cunt. "After you got all dressed up and left me alone with a fucking hard-on?" Well, when he puts it that way, you probably don't. But it doesn't stop you from wanting.

"I didn't know," you whimper as Wolf finally pulls away, leaving you bent over the edge of the bed and your sanity. "But I can make it up to you," you promise. "Want to be good for you, Leo."

There's the metallic clink of a belt buckle and the rumple of fabric as it falls to the floor. The bed is dipping beneath Leo's hand as a warm thigh nudges your own further apart. A familiar weight settling over top of you and teasing between your legs. "I know you will."

[sarahsmi13s]

Duckie

Chapter 5

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin sister!reader; (eventual) jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader

characters: y/n bradshaw, nick bradshaw, bradley bradshaw, penny benjamin, amelia benjamin, tom kazansky, sarah kanzasky, ron kerner, henry ruth, rick neven, kendall adams

word count: ~2.9k

warnings: fluffy, angsty, being a single mom, crying, grief, letting go of grief, fear of forgetting, canon character deaths, i believe that’s it

a/n: i’m sorry.... and i’m going to be entirely honest with you guys, i don’t know when the angst will end

series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.

chapter summary: lil nick is now one! but it brings a lot of the feelings to the surface for duckie.

ch. 1  ch. 2  ch. 3  ch. 4  ch. 6

********** (23 and 1)

It was Nick's first birthday party.

His birthday had actually been Monday, but you couldn't put together a party on a weekday. So instead you planned it to be on the Saturday afterwards.

After getting Nick dressed in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, along with a pair of little boots, you got dressed yourself. Penny had gotten you a shirt that said 'boy mom', so you put that on along with a pair of leggings and sneakers.

You pick up Nick and walk out to your car. "Alright, Nicky boy, let's go see everyone. Are you excited?" Nick clapped and made noises of excitement. You smiled and kissed the top of his head, "Good, me too."

The drive to the Hard Deck wasn't long, and when you got there, you were a little surprised at the turn out.

The parking lot had a good amount of cars in it; some you recognized, others you didn't. Like Penny's car, the Kazansky's, and a few others but that was it.

You got Nick out of his carseat and went inside. "Come on, bubba."

When you walked in, everyone turned to greet you.

After you made some quick small talk with a promise to catch up later, Ice came up to you and took Nick from you. "Hi birthday boy." He placed a kiss on his cheek before kissing your temple, "Hi, honey." "Hey Uncle Ice."

You looked around seeing all the decorations.

There were black, yellow, and white balloons, some of the white ones had smiley faces on them. The table cloths were black, the plates were yellow smiley faces, and the cups were white. Two walls had been designated for photos; one said 'one happy dude' and the other just had a smiley face.

"Guys, this is so cute. Thank you for doing this." Penny smiled, bouncing a two year old Amelia on her hip, "Of course, Sweetheart. Do you wanna see the cake?" Amelia looked at her mom, "Cake?" "Yes cake, Ames." "Wan' cake." "And you'll get cake, you just have to wait okay?" "Otay." Penny passed Amelia to Sarah and took you back to the kitchen.

When you got in there, someone was leaning on the counter.

It took you .05 seconds to recognize him. "Bradley!" You ran to him and hugged him tightly. 

"Hey, Duck," he hugged you back, picking you up a little bit. "Where's my nephew?" You pointed to the door, "Ice has him." He smiled and pecked your temple, "I need to go see the birthday boy."

Penny walked to the fridge and pulled out a yellow smash cake. “We decided to keep it simple. I hope that’s okay.” You nodded, “It’s perfect. Simple is really good, considering that kid destroys everything. I’d hate for a lot of work to go into a cake just for it to get ruined.”

She pulled out another cake, this one rectangular with smiley faces, “This one is for the guests. And I made some lemon cookies.” You hugged her, sighing a little, “Thank you, Penny. Really, thank you.” She tightened the hug, “Of course.”

Bradley reappeared in the kitchen, “Hey, there are some people here you need to come see.” Your brow pinched together, you had already seen everyone, “Who?” His smile widened, “Just come see.”

You casted a confused glance at Penny who just shrugged.

You followed Bradley out and over towards where Ice was. He was surrounded by other men his age and they were all just talking as Nick played with a toy.

When he noticed you, Nick made a little grunt noise and held his arms out for you. But you weren’t close enough. So, when you took too long to get to him, he made another noise of displeasure and this time he caught Ice’s attention.

“Hey, what’s wrong little man?” Another grunt and he dropped the toy. “What do you-” Ice turned his head to see you, “Oh, I see what you need.” You got there and Ice passed Nick to you. “You just saw your mama.”

One of the men in the group spoke up, “Duckie?”

You looked up at him, bouncing Nick and pulling his little hand away from your necklace. “That’s me.” By the time the words left your mouth, you recognized him. “Slider?” “The one and only. Wolfman and Hollywood are here too.” They both smiled at you.

“Wow, it’s been a while,” you gave them side hugs. “I’ll say. The last time we saw you and Bradley, it was your 16th birthday,” Wolfman said as he squeezed your shoulder. “Now you’re a college grad with a one year old and Bradley’s a pilot,” Slider said, wrapping his arm around Bradley’s neck to give him a noogie.

Bradley laughed and shoved the tall man away, “Alright, alright. Watch the hair, watch the hair.”

Wolfman crossed his arms, “You know, I’m surprised you-” He stopped talking when he saw Ice shaking his head behind you and Bradley. Bradley raised a brow, “Surprised I what, Wolf?” “That-that uh, you grew a mustache! I mean you tried once in high school but you shaved it when your girlfriend said it looked bad. But I mean look at it now, it looks so natural and you look a lot like your dad.”

Your brother nodded, “Thanks Wolf.”

You and Bradley walked away to mingle with other guests. And Ice looked at the three in front of him.

He gestured with his finger, “You guys can’t say anything.” “What do you mean, Ice?” Hollywood asked. “I mean-” Ice glanced around before stepping closer and lowering his voice. 

“I mean, they don’t know Carole never wanted them in the air.” Slider’s brows pinched in confusion, “They don’t know? Then why isn’t Y/N a pilot?” “Maverick pulled their applications to the Academy.” “Why would Maverick do that?”

Ice put his hands on his hips, “Because Carole asked him too and he wasn’t sure they were ready for it…” “And they don’t know that’s the reason?” “No, and it’s not our job to tell them. So zip it!”

****

After talking more with your guests and opening gifts, it was time for cake.

You grabbed a microphone and addressed everyone. “Hey, everyone! Hi. Before Nick destroys this cake, I just want to thank all of you for coming out. I know Nicky is just loving the attention, so without further ado, let’s have some cake!”

Bradley set the cake in front of your son and Nick’s eyes went wide and you could see amusement flicker in them. He clapped his hands and giggled. You pass the mic to Penny and walk over to your son’s high chair. “Okay, bubba, dig in.” Nick grinned and immediately started to plunge his tiny fists into the dessert.  

Everyone cheered as the cake and frosting smeared on the tray and on Nick’s face.

You laughed as you watched your son draw in the frosting with his fingers. You smiled and messed with the blond hair on top of his head, “I’m so glad I changed your shirt.”

He turned to you and grinned, cooing as if he understood you. He held out a tiny fistful of cake towards you. “Is that cake good buddy?” He cooed again and waved his fist. You got a little closer and Nick pushed the cake against your lips.

Everyone laughed and you pulled back surprised. You laughed and licked the icing off your lips. You smiled and kissed his cheek, “Thank you Nicky.” He laughed and clapped his hands before taking another fistful and pushing it into Bradley’s mustache.

“Okay everyone, who’s ready for cake?” Penny announced as she started to cut the guests' cake. Everyone got up except for you and Bradley, Ice was going to grab a piece for both of you.

Nick kept eating his cake and occasionally offering you or Bradley a fistful. You smiled and kept playing with your son's hair.

But despite your valiant efforts, Bradley could see the pain you were trying to hide in that moment. He knew you better than anyone, so he saw behind the curtain. He could tell you were holding back tears.

He watched your eyes finally gloss over when you made eye contact with your son. Nick grinned and cooed innocently at you and your lip trembled as you smiled back.

You sniffled, but kept your smile as you swiped a thumb over the apple of Nick’s cheek. “Oh Nicky, I wish your daddy was here.” You tried to say something else but your throat burned with tears.

You cleared your throat and looked at your brother, who was pretending he wasn’t watching you. “Hey, I’m gonna step outside. It’s getting a little stuffy, I’ll be right back.” You got up and went to the back deck.

Bradley looked after you with sympathetic eyes before moving his gaze back to Nick.

“Rooster, here’s your cake,” Ice said, holding out the plate. “Thank you, Ice.” “Where’s Y/N?” Bradley gestured outside, “She’s outside.” “Oh, I’ll just take this out to her.” Bradley reached out and touched Tom’s arm, stopping him.

Ice looked at Bradley, and just knew; Mav had given him that look before when it came to Carole.

He nodded and just sat the piece down, patting Bradley on the shoulder before walking away.

*****

Bradley gave you a few minutes before going outside after you.

He grabbed the slice of cake and got Penny’s attention. “Hey, Pen, can you watch Nick for a minute?” “Yeah of course.” “Thank you.”

He stepped out the backdoor.

You had moved from the railing to be curled up in a deck chair. Your eyes were distant but he could see you trying to pull yourself together.

He walked over and sat by your feet. “Hey Duckie.” You didn’t say anything, but your eyes flicked over to him. He sat the cake down, “I brought you a slice.” When you still didn’t respond, he turned to you.

“What goin’ on, Duckie?” You swallowed and picked at your nails, “I don’t know, Brad. I was doing so good…” “Y/N, you’re gonna have your days. That’s okay.” You looked at him.

“It’s my son’s birthday party, today is not the day.” You started to cry again.

“I don’t know what to do Bradley… This is a lot harder than I thought it would be,” you looked at your hands in your lap. “No one ever said it was gonna be easy. Grief is messy and unpredictable,” he grabbed your hands. “It’s been two years, Bradley. I thought I’d be better…” “Y/N-” 

You interrupted him to voice what was plaguing your mind. “Bradley, Nick is one and he will never get to know his father. At least we got to meet Dad and know how much he loved us. But Nick will never get to know that and it hurts.”

You pulled your hands from his to wipe your eyes. “It hurts so much. And I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Bradley doesn’t know what to do, this is not his level of expertise. All he knows is that something as simple as a few words won’t fix this.

“Y/N, there’s not a lot I can say to make this feeling go away.” “I know, I’ve just been keeping this in for too long. Thank you for listening.” You hugged him and he hugged you back.

He decided to say the only thing he could think of. “You’re doing a great job. Nick has the best mom in the world.” You sniffled and pulled back, “Really? Cause I don’t feel like it…” “Yes, really.” He smiled at you and hugged you again.

****

Inside, Penny and Ice watched from the window..

Penny had just cleaned Nick up and changed him into the outfit he showed up in.

“She’s having a hard time,” Ice observed, arms crossed over his chest. Penny sighed sadly, and opened her mouth but Nick had other plans.

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” He attempted while pointing to you with his little hand. “What was that Nicky?” “Mma..” He whimpered a little frustrated. “I think he’s trying to tell us something.”

Ice noticed tears in his little eyes as Nick flailed his arms again. “Yeah, he wants his mom.”

They shared a look and stepped outside.

****

The door opened and you and Bradley looked towards the door.

You quickly wiped your eyes when you saw Nick. “Oh hey guys, Nick okay?” “He’s okay, just wants-” Penny was cut off.

“Mama!”

Your jaw dropped and both you and Bradley stood up slowly. “Did-did he just?” “I think he did, Duckie.”

“Mama!”

Nick leaned toward you as he said it, making grabby hands at you.

You stepped forward and scooped him up and planted kisses all over his face, “Oh, Nicky baby! You just said your first word!” He giggled and said it again. You laughed and held him to you. “Oh my sweet boy!”

You sat down and held him to you, tears coming to your eyes for a whole new reason.

“We need to tell everyone!” Bradley said, just as excited his nephew said his first word. You waved him away, “Sure, but I need some time alone with my baby. I’ll be inside in a little bit.”

Bradley nodded, smiling as he placed a kiss on top of your head before going inside.

After a few minutes you went in and everyone fawned over Nick; and then about an hour later, people left.

****

You laid on the couch as Rooster slept in the chair and Nick had dozed off in his play pen.

Your eyelids began to feel heavy as you watched reruns of crime shows and soon you were asleep.

****

You sat on the couch, head on Kendall’s lap as you looked at the playpen where Nick had fallen asleep. Kendall played with your hair, humming a tune as he did so. 

“I miss you,” you quietly said, turning your head back to look up at him. “I miss you so much.” Tears slipped from your eyes and Kendall wiped them away. “I know you do, sweet girl. I know. But you’re doing such a good job. I’m so proud of you.” 

You sat up, “I wish you were here. To watch him grow and turn into a mini version of you.” You rested your head on his shoulder, “He said his first word today. Gosh, I’m so proud.” 

He kissed the top of your head, “I know. I’m always watching. I’ll always be watching over you and Nick.” He stood up and took you with him.

He walked you over to the playpen, “I will be there. For every milestone, every step of the way. Maybe not physically, but I’m there. I’ll see it all.”

You nodded and wiped at your eyes. “I wish he knew how much you loved him before he was even here. I wish you got the chance to show him that. Bradley and I were lucky to know how much Dad loved us before he died.”

Kendall smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “They’re watching over you too, you know. Your parents. Your dad gushes over little Nicky every chance he gets and your mom, oh goodness your mom.” You both laugh. “She is so so proud of you and the woman that you’ve become.”

It was quiet for a few moments as you and Kendall watched your child sleep peacefully.

“You can let go, you know,” Kendall said out of nowhere.

You stepped back, confused, “What?” “You’re holding on, Y/N. It’s okay to let me go. You deserve to be happy.” You shook your head, “I can’t let you go Kendall.” “You’re hurting, Y/N. You’re suffering because of me. Getting past this-”

“No! I won’t!” You sank to the floor. “I can’t…” Kendall knelt beside you, “Why?” You looked up at him, “Because I’m afraid of forgetting you if I do…” “Sweetheart,” he wrapped his arms around you. You clung onto his shirt, “I don’t want to forget you.”

He rubbed your back, “Sweetheart, I want you to listen to me. Don’t say anything, just listen.” You nodded. 

“Just because you let go of this feeling, this pain, doesn’t mean you’re letting go of me. Because I will always be yours, no matter what, I’m yours. But this pain, this grief, is not all that’s left of me.” 

He tilted your chin up to look at him, “You have the product of our love just feet away from you. Our love will always be here-” He pointed towards Nick. “-and here.” He pointed at your heart. 

Kendall kissed your forehead, “You won’t ever forget me. I don’t think it’ll be possible. Especially with our little boy over there.” You chuckled a little bit, smiling as your head fell to his chest.

“But you can’t let yourself stay in this cycle. It’s not good for you or Nick. And while grief is ugly and unpredictable, you can get past it. I know you can, because you’re just like your mother. So try to let go of the pain and hold on to the love.”

You nodded, understanding what he was saying. “It’ll be a long road, but you’ve got support. And don’t think that you can’t have bad days, but don’t try to go through them on your own. Okay, I hate seeing you cry.” 

“I’ll try Ken.” He smiled and squeezed your arm, “I love you.” You gently kissed him, “I love you too.”

***********

lil nicky is one and said his first word!! and duckie and rooster got a special visit from some of their dad’s old classmates

duckie also got a special visit from her late love and got a little closure

if you want to be added to the ‘duckie’ taglist or my top gun taglist lmk!! 

tags <33: @roosterscockpit @luckyladycreator2 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @hisredheadedgoddess28 @malindacath @bananas1234 @avengers-fixation @shawnsblue​ 

i’ll put these in the comments as well

[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

Logan Howlette

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Scott Summers

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

Invincible

Mark Grayson

Shapesmith

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sabrina Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nick Scratch

Rosalind Walker

Theo Putnam

Prudence Blackwood

Ambrose Spellman

High School Musical: the Musical the Series

Gina Porter

EJ Caswell

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 3

Episode 17: Live and Dangerous Part 1 (SMUT)

*warning. smut ahead. it's not great ngl. old ruth didn't know what she was doing. i still don't but i try harder now.

It was another regular evening in the Man Cave and Ray, (y/n), Henry, Schwoz and Jasper were gathered around the couch table. In the spirit of generosity, Ray, being the boss, had decided that they should all create care packages for some of Swellview's troubled teens and so, he'd assembled as many helpers as he could to cram them full of junk.

"Pocket knife." Henry started them off, dumping the knife into a box with little care or attention to how the contents were laid out. Ray said it didn't have to look good, he only needed this crap shifting so he could make way for more useless stuff.

"Succulent." Ray went next, tossing a fake, plastic plant into the box in a similar, uncaring manner. He thought his plan was genius, plus, it did give him a good excuse to cuddle up to his girl on the couch. His arm was curled around her shoulders and she instinctively snuggled into his side, occasionally pressing kisses to his neck whenever she felt like it.

"Bag of noodles." (y/n) stated, throwing in her item before returning to peck her boyfriend's neck. It was part of the little system they had going on; every time she deposited her item, she'd give him a kiss because she loved it when he squirmed in place and looked down at her with warning eyes.

"Binky." Then, it was Schwoz. Why they were putting these random objects in was anyone's guess, but charity is charity and that way, no one can complain. 

"Protractor." Henry went again, throwing in a second item as they entered the second round. Maybe the teens could math away their problems.

"Mothballs." Well, no one wants holey clothes, especially teenagers.

"Lighter fluid." (y/n) swallowed nervously, contemplating whether it was a good idea to fill the boxes with a highly flammable liquid. Oh well, Ray was in charge and she was too comfy to complain, not to mention too enthralled in making him frustrated.

"Bottle opener." Jasper continued, smiling like he was so proud of himself.

"Chinese crayons." Schwoz finished, adding the last of the items into the box. That was the first one done, only like a million more to go, but from the way the boys cheered, you'd think they'd completed the lot. Onto the next one, but this time since they'd gotten the hang of it, the group went faster.

"Pocket-knife...succulent...bag of noodles...binky...protractor...mothballs...lighter fluid...bottle opener...Chinese crayons." Another package was accomplished and (y/n) kissed directly under Ray's ear as he and the others celebrated, giggling when she heard his voice raise in pitch ever-so-slightly. Just as his hand dropped down to rest tightly on her inner thigh, the elevator door slid open, revealing Charlotte, who everyone thought had gone home.

"Hey, guys!" She smiled at them all, making them greet her in return, but then Henry remembered that earlier on, she'd mentioned that she wouldn't be available for the momentous care package wrapping and so, her presence confuddled him.

"Wait, I thought you were having dinner with your parents tonight." He commented, watching as she briskly walked over to the supercomputer, throwing him a glance over her shoulder as she did.

"I did. I just came back 'cause I forgot my sweater." She replied, picking the garment up from the back of the computer's chair as everyone nodded at her reasoning. 

"Oh, Charlotte, sweetie, you didn't have to come back. You could've called and we'd have dropped it off for you." (y/n) smiled at her sweetly. It didn't seem right that the young girl had walked back to work at night to pick up one sweater, especially when her friend had a very kind boyfriend who probably would've agreed to drive it to her house. 

"We?" Ray looked down at her with raised eyebrows, knowing that she was referring to herself and him. Of course, he'd do it, he'd do anything for her, but he couldn't help but point out how he'd been roped into it.

"My license is in the mail, doofus. Until then, you're my personal taxi driver." (y/n) smirked at him with a flutter of her eyelashes. After the whole, stuck in two holes incident, the young woman had learnt her lesson and the very next day had taken a driving test to finally gain the right to drive. 

"Pocket knife." Henry butted into their mushy moment, eager to finish the packages before midnight or before he puked from their grossness. Ray and (y/n) were couple goals but you'd never catch Henry admitting that, not when he teased them for it so often. "Pocket-knife...succulent...bag of noodles...binky--"

"Hey! What are you guys doing?" Charlotte interrupted, thoroughly confused when she witnessed how they were throwing uncorrelated items into boxes. No one told her about this and to an outsider, the whole setup seemed highly bizarre.

"Ah, we're putting together care packages," Ray answered, placing his hand on top of his girlfriend's when he felt it move an inch up his thigh. He gritted his teeth and played it off like they were just being touchy like always, not like she was a vixen and he was her prey.

"Mmhm and then, we're gonna send them to the Swellview Home for Runaway Teens." Henry went on, causing his friends to beam proudly. When he said it like that, it really did sound generous. "...protractor...mothballs..."

"Uh, hold up." Charlotte stopped them again, irritating the group as she ruined their flow. Seriously, they need to get this lot done, but how were they supposed to do that if she kept asking questions?

"The Home for Runaway Teens shut down. It closed." She carried on and it was news to all of them. If there was no charity, then they had been working for nothing.

"Wha--then, what happened to the runaway teens?" (y/n) spluttered, having not heard of this development. If she had, she sure as hell wouldn't have been sitting on the couch trying to tempt her boyfriend away. It would've already happened.

"They ran away." The teen answered simply, prompting the boys to groan and shout as they realised that they worked and bought a load of crap for nothing.

"What?! I can't believe we've wasted all this time!" Ray shouted and stood up angrily, throwing a mothball into a redundant box before sitting on the back of the couch. (y/n) patted him on the knee softly, but even she was feeling a pinch of annoyance. The whole evening wasted, stupid Charlotte and her stupid news.

"Well, maybe we can give this stuff to another charity," Henry suggested, praying that Ray wouldn't overreact and sling the lot in the trash. The problem was though, he'd been tortured for the last hour and wasn't feeling particularly nice anymore.

"No, what's the point? They're just gonna run away too!" The man growled and whacked a can of chips away as his girl snuggled in between his legs and looked up at him. If anyone could make him feel better, it was her.

"Let's just throw all the stuff in a dumpster." Ray decided, swinging his legs back over the couch so he could stand up. Not wanting to be away from him, (y/n) stood up too and he broke away from his tantrum for a second to lift her over. 

"Hey, we don't have to toss it all out, Ray--" She tried to convince him as he held her in his arms. It was funny to have her face at the same level as his and just when their noses brushed to enjoy the moment, the computer's alarm went off. Not an "oh my god, super-scary, everyone panic" alarm, merely a message.

"Hey, looks like we're getting a video message. Ray, put (y/n) down and stop kissing her." Henry noted, smirking as the couple gave him two unimpressed stares. The young woman pecked her boyfriend anyway, nothing too heavy, just a split-second where they could savour the feeling of each other's lips against their own. 

"I'll check it out." Charlotte dashed over to the computer, putting down her sweater again, the only thing she had wanted five minutes ago. Work never seemed to stop and Ray dropped his girlfriend before turning to his resident repairman. 

"Schwoz, clean up all the junk." He ordered, curling an arm around his girl's waist and guiding her over to the large monitor so they could see what was going on.

"Aye-aye. Jasper, you clean up all this junk." Schwoz nodded but decided that it wasn't a job fitting of him, a seasoned, technical genius. No, this was more up the street of a bum, AKA, Jasper.

"What? But Ray told you to do it." The boy complained, not seeing why every shitty task had to be delegated to him. The boss didn't tell him to do the job, so why should he be forced to do it?

"What did you say?" Schwoz spun around sharply, his laser controller in his palm and pointed straight at Jasper. The sight of the small gadget made the boy go a little pale as he thought about being stung and he quickly gulped down his resilience. 

"Why don't I clean up the junk?" He smiled nervously and stepped over to the table so he could get on with it, which greatly pleased the cocky Schwoz. "I thought so."

"Let's see...looks like the video's from...IT'S FROM FRANKINI!" Charlotte pulled up the message and her mouth hit the floor when the image of a young man and fireworks popped up onscreen. Clearly, he was someone famous, judging by Henry's disbelieving "what?", but to Ray and (y/n), he was just a flamboyant guy who apparently like glittery, purple things and makeup.

"Who?" Ray asked, looking at his girlfriend in confusion, but she just shrugged and appeared clueless. Perhaps this was it, maybe they'd reached the point where youth culture no longer reached them, not that (y/n) cared. She'd accepted her age and was happy to age gracefully, unlike Ray who still clung to the childhood he never experienced.

"Frankini?! I wanna see!" Jasper squealed and tried to run to the supercomputer, but when he moved, Schwoz pulled out his laser again and threatened the boy with it. He wanted that job done, otherwise, he'd be the one made to do it. "Hey, hey!"

Now, Jasper looked like an idiot and sometimes, he acted like one, but he worked for a superhero, so, in some ways, he had skills. When Schwoz looked over his shoulder to get a peek of this Frankini man, the curly-haired boy saw his chance and plucked the device from his fingers before the genius could even react. Schwoz squealed at how the tables had been turned, causing Jasper to smirk at the power he had. "Yeah, now you clean up the junk."

"Okay, okay." Schwoz submitted, shuffling to the junk with his hands in the air as Jasper walked over to his friends.

"Come on, come on, play the video!" Henry told Charlotte excitedly, not being able to wait. He couldn't think of why Frankini would want. to talk to them but wow, this. was awesome, an honour, even. 

"Yeah, show us Frankini!" Jasper added, not seeing how Schwoz, also a man of many skills, had pulled a fast one on him and rather than doing as he was told, had scarpered over to the tube pads where he would make his escape.

"All right, give me a second! It's got to download." Charlotte calmed them, making (y/n) frown at how the boys were behaving so weirdly. Just how famous was this guy?

"Hey, Jasper!" Schwoz called out as he lowered a tube, feeling safe inside the thick, glass walls. Everyone turned around and wondered where he was off to, but Jasper just clenched his jaw in irritation. "Up your tubes!... Ha, missed me!" The boy couldn't stand the mockery and fired a green laser at the tubes, but sadly, they were highly blast-resistant and the plasma fizzled out across the barrier, leaving Schwoz unharmed as he left the building. 

"So, uh...who's Frankpini?" Ray asked, leaning against the back of the couch with his arms folded as (y/n) stood next to him in a similar position. They were really showing their age, but then again, they were adults with too much to do and didn't care about whichever weirdo was trending on Twitflash this week. 

"No, it was Franktini, right?" (y/n) corrected him unsurely, turning the kids and clicking her fingers as she tried to make the odd name come back to her. 

"Oh my god!" Jasper groaned with his friends as the adults made them cringe. Of course, they were so clueless, but it was astounding how they lived in the world yet still didn't know who Frankini was. They must kiss and do other gross stuff under rocks. 

"Frankini." Charlotte corrected them in a snappy tone, making (y/n) bite her lip when they got so cutely annoyed. Typical teens getting irate about stupid adults, it was kinda funny. 

"How can you not know?" Jasper gasped, making her chuckle even more and press her forehead into Ray's bicep to suppress it. She composed herself and looked at Jasper with an amused expression, still loving how miffed he and Charlotte looked.

"Because I don't spend all day on the internet. Y'know, 'cause I have a needy boyfriend, bad guys to fight, machines to fix..." (y/n) explained, making Ray look at her with faux-offence. Yeah, he was needy, but he had a hot girlfriend, what guy wouldn't be when they got to have an angel in their bed every night?

"Guys, it's not their fault. It's just 'cause they're old." Oh, poor, poor Henry. He made the gravest of mistakes; he used the o-word. (y/n) was fine, she accepted the fact that even though she was by no means elderly, she wasn't socially classed as hip or cool anymore (turning thirty is a societal death sentence). Ray, however, hated how time was ticking and he still needed to get married, have kids and stay handsome. He didn't want to lose his youth, not yet anyway and to hear his younger friends call him old was a bash to the old ego.

"Excuse me!" The man exclaimed, making Henry realise what he'd done and by the sorry expression on (y/n)'s face, he was digging the hole deeper. He didn't mean "old" as in "old", he just meant not a kid of the internet era.

"What? Oh, I didn't mean, like I didn't mean that you and (y/n) are--" Henry stuttered, trying to make up for his error before he sent Ray into one of his tantrums, but he was too late; the damage had been done. 

"I'm not old! I'm like a kid! I'm like a big kid!" Ray argued in a childish voice, wrinkling his nose and going all rigid. (y/n) could feel a chuckle rising in her throat at the irony of the situation, but she kept it down, fearing that she might make the situation worse. 

"Truer words have never been spoken." She mumbled, making Charlotte smirk slightly. She loved Ray with all her heart and adored his playful side, but she had to confess that when that playfulness turned to petulant tantrums, his attractiveness plummeted.

"Yeah, yeah, I mean, you're young. And (y/n) is, you're both very, very, very, very young." Henry smiled in an attempt to reassure his boss and glanced at (y/n) for help, but she was loving how badly he was handling the situation.

"Actually, I don't really care--" She started, wanting the boy to know that she wasn't offended and understood that his words just came out all wrong, but the big kid next to her didn't see it in quite the same light.

"That's right, I'm young. When I send text messages, I use emojis." Ray carried on, trying to think of all the rad, cool, hip things he did that could be classed as "teenager", but honestly, they just made him look a bit sad. "And I don't use capital letters or decent punctuation...and I have sneakers that light up in the back."

"The more you talk, the less attractive you become to me." (y/n) looked at him with her hands on her hips, which made him shut up. She didn't want to date a man-baby, she wanted her goofy, superhero, hot boyfriend instead.

"Do you want us to tell you who Frankini is?" Charlotte butted in, trying to steer them back to the original point before her boss had a meltdown. 

"...Yes," Ray replied quietly, his hands fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt until his sweet girl caught one and laced her fingers through his. At least he was calm now if a little sulky.

"He's one of the most famous people on the internet," Charlotte explained, highlighting how (y/n)'s guess was right. She had no idea who he was because she wasn't much of a web surfer, just the occasional browser.

"He creates these super funny videos that millions of people watch." Jasper carried on, making the couple nod slightly as they began to build a picture of this 'Frankini' dude in their minds. Weird, rich, wacky, that sort of thing.

"And he lives somewhere here in Swellview." Henry finished and Ray couldn't help but revert into his pettiness. He wanted to uphold his image of a young, spritely superhero, not the thirty-six-year-old grown-up he was.

"Oh-oh, you guys were talking about Frankini! I know who Frankini is! I'm not old." The man's mouth fell into a straight line again as he drove home the idea that he was still in his prime and more than capable of keeping up with these kids.

"Just play the video before he starts again." (y/n) rolled her eyes and gestured at the monitor, so Charlotte pressed a button and pulled up the video. The couple moved closer, with (y/n) standing in front of her boyfriend as his hands came to pull her hips and ass back into him. She sent him a mischievous smile over her shoulder, wiggling her butt slightly as they waited for the video to load, but nothing could prepare them for the madness they were about to watch.

"Emergency, emergency! Holy-ravioli, it's an emergency! Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo! Ahhh!" A very energetic man screeched as he appeared onscreen and flashed a red light into the lense, his head spinning every which way. This must've been Frankini.

"Is he okay?" (y/n) wondered out loud, not ignorant to the fact that despite his shock/confusion, Ray was letting his hands roam her hips and occasionally, her stomach and even higher. She didn't want to move around too much, out of fear that any jostling would alert the kids and gross them out. Thank god, they were standing at the back.

"What has the world come to?" He murmured in her ear, making her giggle and his thumb brushed over the thin material of her dress covering over her hip bone. 

"Just kidding! I'm having a party and you're invited!!" Frankini announced, making the teens scream as (y/n) let her head drop back against her boyfriend's chest. She didn't like the sound of going to something hosted by this eccentric weirdo, but if it made her friends happy, then she'd do it.

"--Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger!" The revelation made Charlotte and Jasper wince whilst Henry celebrated. He was psyched to party with such a huge celebrity, even if he did have to leave his friends behind and take two uninterested adults instead.

"Oh, come on, don't be upset, guys. At least me, (y/n) and Ray get to go. Play, play, play, play." Henry giggled, not seeing how he was rubbing salt into his friend's wounds or how Ray and (y/n) shared a smouldering look of mild irritation that they'd have to go socialise.

"So, my private party's gonna be this Saturday night at the Frankini Club! And there's gonna be snacks and beverages and party games and fresh fruit and a bear and a hammock and cheeses and--ooh, digital fireworks!!" Frankini squealed and danced around his brightly-decorated room as a firework effect burst onto the monitor. 

"What is wrong with that guy?" Ray asked himself. He had to blink several timesto check if he really was seeing some oddball twirling around like he'd had way too much sugar. 

"I don't get how he can speak for so long without taking a breath." (y/n) replied to him quietly, craning her neck upwards so she could give him a subtle smirk. Her boyfriend pressed his lips to hers, wishing to explore deeper and hear some of those noises he loved, but the video kept playing and they were far too intrigued to not listen.

"I really like fireworks. Oh, okay, so see you guys at my party. Text you the address, B-Y-yo'selves andddd...poooh!" The video ended with more fake fireworks and the teens couldn't help but clap its brilliance, prompting Ray to awkwardly clap with them too. (y/n) didn't see the big deal, but let him have his moment.

"Okay, looks like it's gonna be me, (y/n) and Ray, this Saturday--awwww, no, no, no, no, no, god, dang my life!" Henry started in a cheery tone, but his smile dropped when something flashed into his mind and spoiled his mood. Looks like he was double-booked.

"What's up, kid? Why so down-in-the-dumps?" (y/n) asked as she witnessed his sudden change in mood and wondered what had gone so wrong. 

"Ugh, I gotta babysit my dumb sister this Saturday." Henry groaned, pinching his eyes tiredly as he thought about having to skip possibly the greatest party of his night just to stay at home and look after his sister, who in his opinion, was old and sassy enough to look after herself. 

"Your sister, Piper?" Jasper asked, just to be sure. He was Henry's oldest friend and definitely knew how many sisters he had, namely one, who was Piper. Duh.

"No, he means his dumb sister..Bacon. You know, the one who normally lives in the fridge, best friends with the carrots and milk?" (y/n) joked sarcastically, unable to help the sarky comment. Jasper asked a silly question, so he faced her sharp wit.

"Okay, well, that wasn't nice, but since you're my bud, I will babysit Piper this Saturday so you can go to Frankini's party." Jasper looked from the young woman and then to Henry, who appreciated the gesture, but knew that Piper would hate spending all evening with him. Jasper was an ignoramus and his sister would end up. killing him, but how did he cover that up with a small, white lie?

"Oh, thanks, but I don't think my parents are gonna trust one of my friends to watch Piper." He said, quite proud of coming up with it. It was reasonable and believable, meaning that luckily, Jasper bought it. 

"Well, if you want, I'll babysit Piper." Charlotte offered as she stood. up from the computer's chair and Henry's face erupted into a huge smile. Wow, his element of subtly was thrown out of the window as he ignored his previous point and accepted her help.

"You will? Thank you! Oh my god!" He shouted as he rushed over and swept the girl up into a hug, causing Jasper to look at them both disgruntled.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Ray put a hand on his shoulder, making him turn around to see his all-knowing smirk. He'd been in that position before. 

"Okay, Ray, (y/n), looks like it's gonna be you two and me this Saturday night, partying it up with Frankini!" Henry exclaimed as he let go of Charlotte and walked over to the couple, putting his hands on their shoulders as they all smiled, although (y/n) wasn't best excited, more apprehensive. Parties had never been her scene, mostly because she was shy, nervous and a bit of a nerd (mechanics aren't typically social beings).

"Can't wait to spend all night with drunken idiots puking their guts up into plant pots, being forced to dance and in uniform, no less." She commented, folding her arms across her chest and rolling her eyes. The night was looking less and less dazzling, more deflating.

"Sweet girl, smile for me. This party's gonna be off the hizno." Ray cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb across her cheekbone, settling her nerves. It would be okay, he'd keep her by his side all night, keep her safe, chase away any assholes who couldn't take no for an answer and most importantly, make sure she had fun.

"Yeah...off the what?" Henry agreed, smiling brightly to try and raise her spirits, which helped a little, but they both stopped and looked at Ray. Not again with the "trying to be young" thing.

"The hizno. Y'know, the hizno, yo!" He chuckled, not impressing or convincing his friends any further. He'd clearly made the word up on the spot in an attempt to look cool, but again, he was just appearing desperate. 

"I'm old, but even I know that that's not an expression." (y/n) deadpanned, making his excited face drop. First of all, he didn't like that he'd been rumbled and secondly, he didn't think she was old, she was six years younger than him, for god's sake. If she was old, where did that leave him?

"Yes, it is. I heard some teenagers say it at the mall." Ray lied, causing the teens to pause. They knew he was lying but wanted to catch him out again and educate him on how times had changed. Malls weren't cool anymore.

"We don't go to malls anymore," Charlotte stated, grimacing at even the thought of leaving the comfort of her home. She much preferred to stay home and browse online, ignorant to the fact that the mall used to be the best place for a teen to hang out and have fun.

"We shop online," Jasper added, making Ray rethink his entire argument as they all looked at him. (y/n) didn't like to see him struggle on the spot, but he'd put himself there.

"Uh, that's a lie...and I say that Frankini's party's gonna be off the hizno!" The man ignored their protests and decided that if he kept saying it, the phrase might just happen.

"That's not a thing!" Henry stressed, making his boss's could mood even worse. "It's a thing now! We're doing it live and it's a thing now!"

"Nope, still not a thing," Charlotte commented, not caring if she would face one of his tantrums. Sometimes people need the cold, hard truth, not that Ray would ever accept it.

"The hiz to the no, baby!" He kept shouting, making (y/n) sigh as he started to get away from himself. He was in too deep now and figured that even if he wanted to stop, it would make him seem more foolish.

"Ray, please..." She tried to reach out and take him into her embrace, more than ready to take him to bed and forget this nonsense, but he was relentless.

"The hizzy to the no-zy!" He waved his arms around, making his girl stop mid-movement and chuckle humourlessly at the spectacle he made. Sometimes she wondered how she fell in love with him in the first place...

"Okay, now, you just sound insane." Henry deadpanned, halting the man in his tracks as he finally caved in. He wasn't going to stand there all night and be ridiculed, not when he could be doing other things.

"Well, look, it's already nine o'clock, so we're gonna go to bed," Ray grumbled, reaching for (y/n)'s hand and yanking her towards the sprocket. She was glad that they were about to be alone for the first time since they woke up and happily followed after him.

"Night guys." She waved at the teens, sure that they could shut everything down, tidy up and lock the store before they left. 

"Love you." Henry joked, making (y/n) giggle as saw him make kissy faces at them. His favourite thing to do was tease them, but Ray wasn't really in the mood.

"Maybe I don't wanna be loved by you right now." He yelled over his shoulder as they stepped through the socket, leaving the chuckling teens to chat about the awesomeness of being invited to a Frankini party.

*RED ALERT SMUTTY SMUT STARTS HERE*

"Do you want to be loved by me right now?" (y/n) asked her boyfriend as he stormed down the corridor, his lips pressed into a stern line. He seemed angry, but she hoped that she knew him better than most and under the tantrum, he was still her boyfriend and most importantly, still a guy. 

"After teasing me all night, I'm going to take my time with you, sweet girl." A sharp tug of her wrist and she was pressed against the wall across from their bedroom door, his darkened eyes gazing into hers as his hot breath fanned against her lips. A hand gently rested on her throat, not squeezing, not moving, just motionless, a warning to tell her that he was in charge now after hours of her teasing and running the show.

"As long as you don't do it in your light-up sneakers." She couldn't help but smirk, which turned into a squeak when the hold on her neck tightened ever so slightly and his other hand disappeared under her skirt, immediately running through the dampness between her soft thighs. A gasp tore from her, making Ray chuckle darkly at how she wasn't so cocky now when he had her pleasure in the palm of his hand and at his command.

"Keep that mouth runnin' and I'll leave you here to finish yourself off. We both know that your fingers are never enough, little girl." It was his turn to be smug as he remembered how she'd confessed the secret to him after she'd overstepped the line and been left without his touch. 

"No--not again. Please, captain, I'll be good for you, I've wanted you all night." She begged, running her hands over his shoulders and chest, looking up at him through thick eyelashes, all in an attempt to get him to show mercy. Luckily for her, he wasn't so cruel as to leave her again and with his own need swelling, he prised her off the wall and fumbled to push her through their bedroom door. It slid open with the push of a button and he immediately aimed for the bed, pulling the dress's zipper down before laying her down on the pristine sheets. 

He shrugged the shoulders of the garment off, peeling it down her body until she was left in just her underwear, a lacy number that had been picked out for one purpose - to be taken off by him.  

"This has to go. It's in my way." He mumbled to himself, focusing on the panties since she was already scrambling to undo the bra catch. It was tossed somewhere unimportant and (y/n) laid back to wait for his next move, but the need to see her bare and shivering for him was too much, so when he tucked two fingers under the elastic, she immediately knew what he was going to do.

"Don't you dare--" She warned him, twisting her fingers into his floppy brown hair when he ignored her and tore the flimsy fabric with his bare hands. They weren't particularly expensive or her favourite by any means, but it was tiresome having to buy new sets every month because her boyfriend was impatient and needy. 

"Too late. I suppose you'll just have to start wearing nothing. Or better still, my t-shirts--let me fuck you in those." Ray growled, kneading at her exposed breast and pebbled nipple with his calloused palm. Just the thought of her wearing his clothes or seeing her nude form made his lower half swell and she couldn't help but wrap her legs around his waist as payback. 

"I thought you liked those tiny shorts I wear all the time." She whispered in his ear, making sure to nip at his earlobe as one hand trailed down his chest and then dipped into her slit to feverishly rub her swollen clit. His eyes followed her movements, choking up with her lips released a sweet sigh and her head flopped against the pillows. Her fingers barely teased her wetness, just enough to make him think she was ignoring what he could give her, his pupils dilating with desire and his cock growing desperately hard.

"Shit. Naughty, fucking girl." He spat and began to strip himself of his clothing before she could register what he was doing, flinging them into some unknown corner of the room. Her hands unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans and underwear in one go, licking her lips at the sight of his swollen member. Fuck, he was rock-solid and so perfect, just for her, it was no surprise that she reached out to curl her fingers around the scorching flesh.

"Come on, Ray. Need you to fuck me with this huge cock, been waiting all night." (y/n) cooed, slowing moving her hand up and down and watching as his hips stuttered at her touch. Shit, she knew how to wind him up, keeping her movements slow, just enough to make him simmer, but not enough to tip him over the edge. Her hand stilled before he could mount up any pleasure and a desperate fury reared its head inside him.

"Needy little thing. My perfect girl always needs my attention, every fucking night." He stuttered as he positioned his dripping head against her drenched slit and slowly pushed in. Fuck the foreplay, all the touches and lingering stares had left them desperate and aching; the sweet touches could be left for round two. They groaned in unison, one loving the burn of him stretching her out and the other loving the tightness that enveloped him. Ray leaned on his forearms and dropped his head into the crook of her neck, trying not to lose control prematurely.

(y/n) choked out a cry as he rocked his hips, pushing them fluidly into her in a steady rhythm as his palms rested next to her head and he dipped down to eagerly swallow her moans. Everything became scorching so quickly, his thrusts picking up speed until he was drawing nothing but tiny, breathless sounds from her, one hand exploring her chest until it came to cup her tits, swapping between each one regularly. It shouldn't have been possible to feel that good, but the raw passion swirled with pure love into a mix that made their heads swim from how fast everything had unfolded. 

"Fuck--love you, Ray--so much...even if you are a man-baby sometimes." She whispered into his ear, starting sweet but decided that she couldn't help but throw in the jibe just to rile him up further. And it worked.

"You fucking love pushing my buttons, don't you?" He gasped, moving even faster as he couldn't help but feel the familiar tingle crawling up his spine, signalling that his end was near. Any response died on her lips as he hit into something deep inside her, something that made her moan every time their hips met. Her hands drag up and down his back from the way his heavy thrusts made her body shift up the bed, leaving no scratches, just a sting that made the fire inside him blaze before fading after a few seconds. 

"Fuck--gonna love watching you shake your ass at that d-damn party in your short s-skirt. 'M gonna make sure no one touches what's mine, wanna fuck you again when we get back." His stuttering told her that like her, he was hurtling towards the edge of an orgasm, and using his words to embolden her, she moved her hand into his hair to pull on it and hissed in his ear.

"All yours, don't want anyone else--shit--no one else makes me cum like you." Her words came out like she couldn't stop them, anything that came to mind, anything that might tip him over, she let it out. "Made the suit for you, always wanted you to f-fuck me in it--now you can whenever you want to--" 

A wave of euphoria overcame her, stopping her mindless rabble mid-sentence as Ray tensed and his thrusts stuttered to a halt, grinding up into her and moaning her name huskily as he couldn't believe that someone so pure could be so damn filthy. (y/n)'s body was crushed into the soft mattress as his hips faltered when she squeezed him like a vice and everything went still as his sticky forehead rested against her shoulder. 

He bit into her skin, knowing that the bruise he left there would have long healed over by the time he got to see her illuminated body again, but the gentle pain was enough to give her one last shiver of pleasure as they panted in each other's arms, satisfied and sated for now.

*OKAY, YOU'RE SAFE NOW, i'm (not) sorry*

~Frakini's club~

Frankini's place was in a large building in a secluded part of town; you wouldn't have thought that one of the most famous celebrities in Swellview lived there if it was for the bright purple neon covering the building, but even that didn't give much away. Ray, Henry and (y/n), all dressed up in their spotless uniforms, easily got in through the front door and made their way up the staircases and down the corridors as per their host's instructions. The decor was interesting, to say the least, and everything seemed a bit quiet for a party, and they had no clue if they were going in the right direction.

"Come on. Come on!" Henry hissed to the adults as they took their time walking through the hallway. It's not like they were stalling or purposefully going slow, he was just impatient to meet Frankini and hopefully get his flirting game on.

"We're right behind you." Ray rolled his eyes at how excited his sidekick was getting and made no effort to quicken his pace. He was enjoying taking his time with his girl and trying to keep her calm as they approached what they presumed would be a crowd of people, something she didn't love.

"Yeah, calm your kiwis, kid." She told him, thinking that if she could keep her emotions under control then he could too. 'Brave face, (y/l/n), you've got this.'

"Uh, no, I will not calm my kiwis, 'cause this kid's about to kick it with Frankini!" Henry stressed, leaning in close to the adults and making them frown. Sure, this guy was famous, but underneath all the glitz and glam, he was still a person, nothing to be scared of.

"Okay, so you can't kick it with Frankini if your kiwis are calm?" The superhero bit back, just wanting them to go in, do some socialising, perhaps have a drink or two and then go home, after all, he still remembered how (y/n) said whenever in regards to her super suit.

"I cannot," Henry stated, making Ray sigh. He was usually the dramatic one, not the kid, but (y/n) brushed over their conversation, trying to see if she could find an intercom or something to tell Frankini that they'd arrived.

"Whatever, do you two see a doorbell or something?" She asked, trailing her fingertips over the door and walls, only to find nothing. 

"Gotta be around here somewhere." Henry said and found a speaker thing on the wall, but there was no button, just a mysterious rope behind them with a "yank it!" sign pinned to it. Wow, subtle.

"Look at that." Ray pointed at the rope and nudge his girlfriend so she'd turn around to look at it. She studied it carefully and concluded that whatever it was or did, she didn't trust it.

"What's that?" Henry asked for no particular reason and didn't really need an answer, he just said it out of instinct. Ray didn't pick up on that though." Some kind of rope with a sign on the end of it, that says yank it."

"Captain Obvious strikes again." (y/n) sassed, eyeing the rope suspiciously as Henry turned around to ask the adults for their opinions. It had an instruction, but they were in charge, or Ray was, or at least he liked to think that. "So, what should we do?"

"It's obviously a trap or something. It's got Scooby-Doo trapdoor written all--" The young woman replied, only for her to be interrupted by a voice coming from behind them. "--Yank it."

"What?" Henry gasped as they looked around, wondering where the voice was coming from and they got their answer when whoever spoke again. "Yank it." The voice came from the speaker thing Henry had been poking earlier and the boys looked at each other in contemplation. 

"Guy says to yank it," Ray noted, making (y/n) put her hands on her hips in annoyance. Seriously? After she expressed her distrust, he still wanted to pull it? 

"I'm gonna yank it." Henry nodded. Stupid males, they never listened to her until things went wrong and just to be on the safe side, (y/n) stepped away from them and leaned against the wall. "And I'm gonna stand over here."

Henry gave the rope a strong pull, expecting something weird, wonderful or terrible to happen, but all it did was fall to the floor. A prank, damn it and whoever set it up, AKA, the voice on the intercom, thought it was hilarious.

"Ha, I can't believe you yanked it!" He giggled, making (y/n) groan as she moved away from the wall and scowled. This guy seemed like an immature asshole and the idea of a party was getting better and better.

"You told us to!" Ray snapped, softly intertwining his gloved hand with his girl's so she'd stay calm and not leave prematurely. He didn't want to party without her and the thought of her walking home alone through the dark Swellview streets turned his stomach. She was staying.

"And this signed encourage us," Henry added, his tone emphasising his frustration at how they'd all been taken for fools, something that especially stung his and Ray's egos.

"Well, you know what they always say..." The man started but never finished, leaving the superheroes confused as to what he meant.

"No, what?" (y/n) questioned, quickly losing her patience with whichever idiot they were dealing with. 

"Um..." Okay, this was getting ridiculous. This guy was thick and couldn't even come up with a saying to justify his reasoning, irritating them more.

"What do they say?" Henry pressed, curious to know whether this conversation had been worth it. Couldn't they just go into the party already?

"Oh...come in!" He exclaimed happily and must've pressed a button because the door lifted, allowing them into the room where they assumed the party was taking place. Well, the music was blasting and things looked pretty sick in there as Henry was the first to step in, Ray and (y/n) close behind him.

"How cool is this place? Pretty cool, yeah?" Henry gasped as they all took in the funky decor and wallpaper, including some strange, glowing boxes that fascinated the couple. This Frankini guy had weird tastes, but something seemed off...

"S'aight." Ray shrugged, letting his hand rest on his girlfriend's lower back as she quietly took everything in, roaming the room when something struck her. Were parties always this...empty?

"So this is where Frankini does all of his live streams from?" Ray asked Henry, who nodded whilst (y/n) gulped. She was getting a funny feeling in the bottom of her stomach like they weren't meant to be there. "Yup."

"Guys...I don't like this." She muttered, letting them both see her worried expression, despite the mask concealing her identity. Perhaps it was just her nerves or maybe her gut feeling was right.

"Sweet girl, just relax, everything will be fine." Ray tried to soothe her, but no amount of gentle words could trample down her feeling of fear, the feeling you get when you're being cornered like prey.

"I thought this was meant to be a party. Don't you think it's weird that we're the only ones here?" She looked at both of them with a tight-lipped expression, making their smiles falter. That was weird now that she mentioned it and struck a nerve within them.

"Yeah...Frankini!" Henry yelled, Ray, doing the same as they tried to locate their host. Hopefully, he could hear them above the loud music, or maybe he was a lot closer than they thought. The man himself dropped down from the ceiling like a bat, smirking at how with their backs turned to him, they had no idea he was there.

"Where is he? Are we early?" Henry asked Ray, who pulled out his PearPhone to check the time, but to his confusion, everything should've started by now.

"He said nine o'clock and it's already...nine-o-five." He answered, making the bat-like man behind them giggle as they stood there puzzled. 

"So, where is this guy? This Frankpini-tini-ini guy?" (y/n) questioned, getting annoyed at how they'd gone to the effort of turning up, not to mention how she'd gone the extra mile and done her make-up for the event (something she never did when in uniform), but the jerk hadn't turned up. What host did that?

"I don't know, sweet girl--" Ray's arm slid around her waist, but he and Henry whipped around when they swore they felt something or someone tap them on their shoulders. (y/n) felt nothing, just the slight tingle of breath hitting her exposed neck, a feeling that she wrote off as her imagination.

"What? What's wrong?" She asked them, seeing how Ray instinctively brought her closer and pulled his fists up a little bit like he was preparing for a fight. He was getting that funny feeling too, something here wasn't right. 

"That was weird."

"So weird." Henry and Ray mumbled, freaking her out a little as she took in their peaky skin and tense muscles. They were evidently unnerved by something that she hadn't experienced, although the breathing thing was starting to become more and more worrying as the seconds passed.

"What happened? Come on, tell me!" She insisted, putting her hands on her satin-clad hips and switching her stern gaze from the superhero to his sidekick. 

"You know, generally when you feel someone tap you on the shoulder and you turn around..." Ray spoke cautiously, not wanting to worry his girlfriend, but the news struck a chord in her, setting off the panic anyway.

"...There's a person there" Henry agreed. This was getting weirder and weirder and judging by Frankini's gleeful smirk as he dropped back down and listened to their bewilderment. 

"I felt someone breathing on my neck and I swear--" (y/n) told them, not being able to finish her sentence as she felt the same prickle of hot air on her neck and her friends jumped again. 

"This is freaking me out," Henry mumbled as they all turned around to see nothing again. This wasn't how parties were meant to go and Miss Danger couldn't help but get the sense that it was wisest to just run out of the building whilst she still could.

"Could we be imagining the tapping?" Ray suggested, not wanting to work himself up into a state before he had all the facts, despite the whole "(y/n) being in danger" scaring the shit out of him. 

"How could you imagine something simultaneously, doofus? And I swear the breathing was real---HOLY SHIT!" (y/n) rolled her eyes, only to nearly have a heart attack and cement herself to Ray's side when Frankini picked the perfect moment and dropped from the ceiling. It scared the living daylights out of the heroes, making Henry gasp in shock and Ray clutch to his terrified girlfriend as she stared at the interestingly dressed man before you.

He was wearing a gold-motif outfit and flopped down onto a sofa with a good deal of sass, making Henry applaud his fabulously cruel entrance. Ray and (y/n), on the other hand, went so happy, what was wrong with just walking up to someone and saying hello?

"Yeah! Nice entrance!" The boy laughed and clapped his friends on the back, trying to inspire a similar reaction from them. However, Ray was far too protective over his girlfriend to condone any discomfort caused to her and his flat tone and poor clapping indicated how he wasn't impressed. "Yeah."

"You must be Frankini." (y/n) smiled sourly and spoke from behind gritted teeth and she unstuck herself from her boyfriend's side before straightening her back into a more professional stance. She was in her super suit, she had to stay mature and focused. 

"So, where's the party?" Ray asked the flamboyant guy on the alarmingly metallic sofa, trying to cover up how his girl was one step away from throttling him.

"The what?" Frankini repeated, looking as though he had no clue what they were talking about. Wait a second...

"The party we've dragged our asses here to attend? The one you invited us to, remember?" (y/n) spoke in a low, emotionless voice, folding her arms as she looked down. as the striking man, who seemed to be fuelled by the anger radiating from her. Two can play at that game, dickhead.

"Wait. Are you guys talking about the party that I'm having next Saturday night?" Frankini said but showed no real care for how they'd made a mistake. 

"Next?" Ray reiterated in disbelief, putting his arm around (y/n)'s shoulders as she scoffed. She must've read that invite a million times and was one hundred per cent sure that this was the right date, time, everything. 

"Uh-- We were pretty sure that you said tonight." Henry stated, not wanting to offend such a "prestigious" man, but he trusted in the young woman next time him and knew that she never made mistakes like that. 

Their conversation went no further as the loud, booming voice of the guy from the speaker earlier came bursting into the room with three half-mannequins tucked under his arms. "Frankini! Frankini!" The man in question shot up from his couch and excused himself as the large man came bounding over into the party room, confusing the hell out of the superheroes.

"What is it?" The celebrity asked as the guy juggled all of the mannequins, but straightened up under the watchful gaze of his boss.

"I've got the underwear. Want me to give it to 'em?" The man smirked, making the superheroes look at each other confusedly as to why he was carrying such strange "underwear". They were more like leggings, long and brightly coloured, ranging from blue to pink to purple, but they all had a metallic, shiny lip pattern that made them extra weird. 

"No, Goomer. These aren't the male and female models." Frankini replied to "Goomer" and his words were carefully calculated to inflate Captain Man and Kid Danger's egos. Modelling was right up their streets, a chance to show off how great they were, but Miss Danger was a poorer choice. She was by no means unattractive, certainly not, but she was camera shy and had a degree of modesty that told her that flaunting her assets did her no favours. 

"M-M-Male models?"

"What?" The boys stammered, wanting to hear that again since it pandered to their big-headedness, causing (y/n) to flick their heads in an attempt to keep them sane. She didn't like the thought of undressing in an unknown place and then modelling underwear, even if it was weird, in front of strangers. It caused dread to settle in her stomach and despite having her fearsome, superhero boyfriend by her side, the thought still terrified her.

"This is Captain Man, his girlfriend, Miss Danger and Kid Danger." Frankini introduced them to his assistant, who suddenly clocked on. "Ohhhh, yeah."

"This is my obtuse assistant, Goomer." He told them, making the three wave at the man who seemed to be a few sandwiches short of a picnic but friendly.

"I used to hang out with Frankini's sister. But that's a long story." Goomer smiled but despite the friendly welcome, (y/n) still wanted to leave. This whole thing was a farce, a waste of time, a setup even and she wanted out.

"Goomer, what made you think that Captain Man, Miss Danger and Kid Danger were male and female models?!" Frankini questioned, his voice sounded a little rehearsed and their suspicions were raised when she saw the celebrity nudge his friend to make him read something off of the palm of his hand.

"Uhhhh, because they're so handsome and per-hiscally fit. And Miss Danger is a real pretty lady, who you've always liked for her nice smil-ee and great butt." Goomer read the smudged ink badly, causing Henry and Ray to smile at the truth being spoken.

"Well, first of all, thank you very much."

"We do get that a lot...wait, what?" Well, the man did smile until he choked at someone else talking about his girlfriend's ass. Yeah, it was great, perfect, incredible, a top-notch butt, whatever, but such brash talk made her uncomfortable and that jarred against his stroked ego.

"What do you need models for, male or female?" (y/n) asked the man quietly, her arms pulled up to her chest like she wanted to hide away. Suddenly, the uniform seemed a little smaller than usual and she'd do anything for a giant turtle-neck to cover any bare skin.

"Well, because of my internet fame, I started my own business and this...is the first product!" Frankini explained, dipping and spinning his body as he did. He twirled towards the mannequins that Goomer had set down, showing the superheroes his so-called underwear. 

"Partial mannequins?" Henry knitted his eyebrows together, not getting the correlation. 

"No, silly...these! Frankini-bottoms!" He snapped the underwear's elastic as he held a mannequin in his arms. It looked comfortable sure, but (y/n) was certain that her usual cotton sets were much better and more normal.

"A new revolution in men and ladies' underwear!" Goomer added like he was trying to sell the undergarments at a market and it worked on Ray and Henry.

"Wow, nice! Longer than traditional underwear."

"I see that. I see that now! Brightly coloured." They complimented the underwear whilst (y/n) preferred to stay silent, only giving the more feminine leggings a few glances. 

"Thanks, you guys. And, believe me, I totally get that you guys are way too important to wanna do male and female modelling. Pfft." Frankini commented, trying to dig deep and find that soft spot that would convince the heroes to put on the underwear and it looked like he'd have to work even harder to persuade Miss Danger.

"Well, I'm not saying that we want to, but if it would help you out...I would do it." Ray replied, Henry agreeing with him all the way, which made the young woman standing with them exhale strongly. One of these days, they'd get told to fall off a cliff because they looked so good doing it and then they would listen, but she wouldn't be around to pick up the pieces.

"Oh my gosh, this is so exciting! Goomer, pinch me!" The guy squealed and his assistant followed the order, giving his boss a strong nip on the back of his arm. Frankini seemed to be a bit of a wuss, 'cause the pinch made him squeak and whine. "Ow, not so hard!"

"Yeah, 'scuse me, Mr Frankpini?" (y/n) piped up, raising her hand to try and catch his attention as Henry cringed at how she got his name wrong, only it wasn't an accident or slip of the tongue.

"Frankini." He corrected her under the disguise of a cough, not that she cared. This guy was weird and didn't trust him or his underwear.

"Whatever. Mr Frankweener, I'm not really much of a modelling person and for that reason, I'm going to have to decline your kind offer." She smiled, trying her best to be polite but the passive-aggressiveness seeped its way into her words but Frankini didn't care.

"But, sweetie, I'd love to see you in my underwear." He pouted, trying to seem upset, but he and Goomer had a strange look in their eyes and their gaze settled on her soft thighs or curves, telling her that his words were empty.

"I'm sure you would, Frankenstein, but I only show my underwear to my boyfriend, sorry." She smirked, sensing that Ray was getting cocky behind her and it spurred her on even more. Yeah, that's right, he was her boyfriend and the only one who got to see her like that, the only one she trusted to show her vulnerability to, not this human glow stick.

"Oh, sweetie, that can be arranged all in good time." Frankini rubbed his hands together, making her frown as she tried to analyse the hidden meaning in those words. Whatever they meant, she didn't like it.

"What you saying, Frankfurter?" She questioned, folding her arms and jutting her hip out with as much sass as she could muster, but this was Frankini she was dealing with and he had just enough attitude to fight back. He matched her glare with a soft, playful smirk as if he was daring her for a fight like he enjoyed her feisty side. 

"So...you want us to put on your underwear?" Henry butted in, cutting through the tension as Ray gently took hold of (y/n)'s elbows and pulled her back into his chest. He didn't know quite what had happened there, but he recognised the look of a guy being interested in a girl for whatever reason or motive and knew he didn't like it.

"Yes, yes, um, Goomer? Take them to the changing rooms, where they can put on the Frankini Bottoms and we can start the photoshoot!" The celebrity instructed at a fast speed, all the words tumbling from his chapstick-covered lips as he turned to Miss Danger again. "I hope to catch your best side,  sweetie."

"Okay, fellas, swee-I mean, lady, grab a partial mannequin and follow mee!" Goomer announced, making Ray, Henry and a reluctant (y/n) take up their clothes. 

"I don't want to do it." (y/n) reiterated to her boyfriend, hoping that he'd help her out and order Frankini to let her sit this one out, but he didn't want to disappoint Henry's rival and even though his primal instincts were telling him to take care of her and run, his inflated ego was telling him it would be fine.

"Relax, sweet girl. Sounds legit." He smiled, dragging her into the changing rooms where they split off from Henry and entered their own private space. Well, that was something, at least. The way those creeps were carrying on, she wouldn't have been surprised if they asked her to unclip her skirt in the middle of the room. 

~

(you have no idea how long it took me to find these damn leggings)

"I look stupid." (y/n) pouted once she'd slipped off her skirt and pulled the underwear on. It was hideous and clashed with the red and blue satin of her bulletproof bodice and the sheen of her boots, not that Ray was bothered. He just loved how all of her curves were on show and took a moment to appreciate her figure.

"You look hot." He answered honestly, speaking the first thing that came to his mind. The blush that spread across her cheeks made it worth it, but still, there was that lingering sense of apprehensiveness in her tummy.

"I don't want to look hot in front of Frankini. He's weird." The young woman told him honestly as he pulled his tunic back over the leggings and readjusted his belt. Yeah, okay, he was a little jealous at how two other guys were gonna see every rise and fall of her body, plus her "great ass", but he was sure that he, Captain Man, could keep her safe and let's be real, Goomer didn't seem like a lady-stealer. And Frankini, well, he wasn't (y/n)'s type.

"You're with me, it's okay." He promised her and held her hand as they exited the changing rooms, meeting up with Henry on the way out. He too loved his ridiculous new pants and couldn't help but swagger down the corridor back to the party room.

"Heyyyy! These Frankini Bottoms are awesome!" Ray shouted happily as they interrupted a heated conversation between their host and his assistant. They quickly snapped out. of whatever they were talking about and (y/n) just focused on getting these stupid photos done so she could go home.

"Yeah, man! Really amazing underwear." Henry complimented it too, wiggling his butt to feel how comfortably stretchy they were. He could see people wearing them underneath their pants or not. 

"Yeah, woo. Fantastic." (y/n) cheered pathetically, trying to inspire a little excitement in herself, but it just wasn't happening. This whole setup made shivers run up and down her spine, like something bad was about to happen.

"Thanks, fellas, sweetie." Frankini grinned at them, especially Miss Danger, who found her skin crawling as he kept calling her that. Why couldn't he just call her Miss Danger? It was clean, simple and professional.

"I have a question." She announced, throwing her head back in annoyance as Ray placed a hand on her hip with the sole intention of maybe letting it drift southwards if an opportunity presented itself.

"Yes, sweetie?" Again with the sweetie. It was nauseating.

"Why does this underwear have little batteries in it, Frankincense?" She asked, running her fingertips along the hard cases she could feel stitched under the lining. He better have a good explanation for that because, otherwise, it looked very suspicious.

"Yeah, we've never worn underwear with batteries in them," Ray added, seeing where she was coming from with that. He'd noticed them when he'd been. running his hands all over her hips and wondered why on earth they were there.

"Well, I could answer that question, or, you guys could start being male and female models," Frankini whispered into the boys' ears, making sure that since she was stood in the middle, (y/n) could feel his hot breath wafting over the nape of her neck. The idea of being a model sounded too good for Henry and Ray to pass up, so they both readily agreed, leaving (y/n) to just sigh and follow them since she didn't want to be left alone in this dump.

"That's what I like to hear! All right, you three models, go stand over there on your mark." Frankini instructed them, making the heroes walk over to the spot where they'd be posing. Goomer wheeled out some weird monitor that Frankini was eager to receive, but Henry and Ray had never seen it before.

"What's that?" The boy asked, curious to know what photographic doohickey it was. (y/n) could swear she'd seen something like it before, maybe with Schwoz or maybe even in college but she just couldn't think.

"This is a Domitron." He told them, the name meaning. nothing to Ray and Henry, but it didn't sound like a camera to the young woman next to them.

"Yeah, it's a domitron."

"Yeah, no, I was about to say that, my uncle has a couple of those, yeah." (y/n) stayed deep in thought as the boys pretended to understand the science behind whatever that thing was, but Frankini was all too happy to use it and then explain the technical specifics.

"So you boys know what a Domitron does?" He asked them, loving how cute little Miss Danger was actually taking a moment to try and figure each component out, but her colleagues were just blindly trying to look cool and intelligent until they finally admitted that they had no clue what a domitron was.

"Frankly, we're just excited to be male and female models!" Ray exclaimed, speaking for himself and Henry since (y/n) was somewhat lost in thought. D--decibel, d--density, d-deliquesence, no, no, no. 

"Why don't I demonstrate the Domitron?" Frankini suggested and Ray and Henry agreed since they heard no advice or protests coming from the wise woman between them. If she thought something was wrong, surely, she would said something by now...

"All right, why don't we give 'em a few good action hero poses?" Ray whispered into his sidekick's ear, making the boy smirk. He could definitely do a few of those.

"Uh, yeah, let's do like--" Henry started throwing fists and puffing up his muscles so he looked like the cool superhero he was, but Frankini wasn't bothered. He was just getting his machine ready for the big finale.

"And here goes Frankini!--" He smiled, pressing a few buttons and raising the power levels for the Domitron to work and seeing him do so triggered a flashback in (y/n)'s mind. Oh, god, a Domitron, now she knew what it was.

"Wait!--" She yelled, but it was too late. Frankinihad pressed the button and energy flowed into their body through the pants. The superheroes were defenceless as their muscles turned rigid and they couldn't move, powerless to stop that bastard from controlling them.

"Ugh, what? Why I can't move?" Henry groaned, barely able to speak but he used all of his strength to say something, anything. The underwear was illuminated and tingling against his skin and the kid was beginning to. get the sense that this wasn't any ordinary photoshoot.

"Yeah, I can't move either. Miss Danger, are you okay?" Ray didn't care that he was frozen in his place; in times of emergency, his mind always drifted to one person, his sweet girl, who was feeling a little stupid for not realising the truth sooner.

"Bombarded atomic particles sending electronic waves into the body to control the brainwaves. That's how a Domitron works." She mumbled, everything fitting into her head like she'd figured out the last piece of the puzzle and Frankini grinned at how clever this one was.

"Oh, a scientist! I knew we liked you for a reason! Now, gentlemen, lady, you can squat-waddle!" Frankini smiled and the superheroes gasped as their knees bent all on their own and they began to waddle around the floor like ducks or idiots. Mainly idiots.

"Wha--why am I squat-waddling?" Ray gasped, trying to fight for control over his body but everything was numb and unresponsive. He just had. to go with it.

"Because, as your little girlfriend explained, I can control you now!" Frankini answered gleefully, loving how he had the greatest fighters in Swellview obeying his every command and in the palm of his hand to humiliate, hurt or destroy. Control was his and he liked it.

"Well, I don't want to squat-waddle," Henry argued, feeling like a moron as they hopped around the floor. 

"Okay!" Frankini didn't care how they stood, he just loved toying with them. He swiped up on his control panel and the three shot up onto their tip-toes, a position which was just as uncomfortable, perhaps even worse.

"All right, I don't know what your---" Ray began one of his Captain Man threatening speeches, but the crazed celeb chose that he didn't need to hear it. It was Frankini time. 

"No more talking! Instead, why don't we sing some pretty scales?" He suggested, pressing a few buttons and suddenly, Henry, Ray and (y/n) were vocalising against their will. "Ha! Keep singing, Miss Danger sounds beautiful!"

"She is a really pretty lady!" Goomer smiled dumbly. He and his boss had always had a little competition to see who the heroine would like best; Frankini thought she was a fashion icon whilst Goomer believed she was just a nice person.

"Yes! I have done it! I'm sorry, Captain Man, Kid Danger and my sweet Miss Danger, but I'm afraid you're my puppets now! And I'm the puppet's master!" How does that old saying go? The eyes are the windows to the soul and in this case, that was very true. Despite being completely frozen and unable to move, the heroes' eyes gave everything away. They were wide and fearful like they were just screaming out for help as Goomer tapped his boss on the arm.

"What?!" Frankini snapped, wanting to know what was so important that he was being interrupted in his moment of glory for it.

"Can they hear what you're saying?" Goomer asked, by no means a scientist. He had no idea how this all worked, to be honest, he didn't really want to be a criminal. He was just the heavy-lifter and easily led.

"Yes, they can hear me. They just can't respond unless I allow them to." Frankini explained, dumbing it down for the stupid man. Of all the. people he could've had, he picked this moron.

"Well, shouldn't you explain to them why you're doing all this? That's what they always do in the movies!" The assistant proposed, making his boss sigh. 

"All right. You see, boys, sweetie, the world record for the greatest number of people watching a live stream is nine-point-eight million. And I am going to smash that record by live-streaming a video of the three of you doing all sorts of silly, embarrassing activities!" The psycho giggled at the thought of stardom and swiped on his control panel to make them say something nice.

"Great plan!

"I love you Frankini, you're so awesome!"

"Is that all?" Henry, (y/n) and Ray said, one after the. other, each of them sounding like robots.

"I'm so glad I made you ask that!" Frankini grinned, loving how he could make them say or do anything. He'd always wanted to hear Miss Danger sing his praises, but this was just phenomenal, better than he could have ever imagined. "To make sure we have as many views as possible, I'm going to promise everyone a special treat." 

"What's the special treat?" Goomer questioned, even though he'd already been told the plan a million times. He just did it to impress Frankini.

"Hold on one second." The man told his guests and gestured for his assistant to come over. Goomer bent over so he could hear his boss, who just angrily shouted in his ear, totally unimpressed. "You already know what it is!!"

"But I'll say it anyway...when we get to ten million viewers, the three of you are going to tear off your masks and reveal your true identities to the world!" Ray's fury could be seen on his face and Henry and (y/n) were looking quite pale as they heard the news. Their identities were the most precious things they owned as superheroes and if they were revealed, all manner of danger and death threats would be unleashed upon them and their families. 

"For dinner, can we have pork and beans?" Goomer asked, not seeing how much of a special moment this was for Frankini. No one had ever come this close to hurting Captain Man and his sidekicks and with her superhero life in tatters, Frankini saw no reason why Miss Danger wouldn't come work for him as his best model/co-star. "Yes and yes!"

~

The cameras were set up. Everyone was watching. It was time. To get everything set up for the big moment, Frankini had arranged for his new friends to do a few humiliating tasks before they revealed who they were, just to draw in the crowds.

"Now, how about a little pre-live stream fun? Do you boys and sweetie like musical theatre?" Frankini asked them, not like they would reply. All they could do was die on the side as h forced them to dance like ballerinas, Ray and Henry flanking (y/n) as he took up her hands and began to lead her through the dance. Okay, this was getting weird.

"From the top! Three little maids from school, are we. Pert as a schoolgirl can be, filled to the brim with girlish glee, three little maids from school. Everything is a source of fun, nobody's safe for we care for none! Life is a joke that's just begun! Oh, three little maids who are all unwary, come for the ladies, seminary, free from a genius, tutelary...three little maids...three little maids...from school...tee-hee!" 

The dance ended with Frankini and (y/n) kissing each other's cheeks chastely, a move that set an angry fire burning in Ray's stomach. They felt like idiots, having danced in front of thousands, pretending to be schoolgirls, but the worst thing was having to watch that glow-in-the-dark bastard lead his sweet girl in a waltz whilst Ray sang backup. 

There was no way out, no one coming to help and no chance of Frankini changing his mind. All the heroes could do was gaze into the camera and hope that someone, somewhere could see that they were in grave danger.

[callmemana]

Broken Glass Slipper

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Cinderella!reader

Characters: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Cinderella!reader, stepmother, stepsisters, Margaret (fairy godmother), Adam (carriage driver), Lucifer (the cat), Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Sam “Merlin” Wells

Warnings: Cinderella AU, this is crack, a sort of Cinderella retelling, friends to lovers, evil stepsisters and stepmother, Hollywood the royal servant, Wolfman is an adorable dumbass, reader and Leonard have been friends for years, stepmother is a greedy and cruel woman, reader and Leonard are friends.

Word Count: 2375

A/N: Iceman and Slider are hidden in the crowd (not mentioned but I imagined them in the ballroom). Maverick and Goose were not invited because of some pranks they played on the king in the past (also not mentioned).

Top Gun: Disney AU

As the door clicked shut and the lock sounded, Ella knew she was trapped in the attic until her step-mother felt fit enough to let her out.

Her Step-mother had found her shoe in her Hope Chest and smashed it on the ground, the memory of her perfect night shattered like her slipper.

She pounded on the door to try and get another’s attention to free her but after a while she gave up and laid on her bed, head in her arms as she sobbed.

She could hear muffled voices downstairs, the front door opening, people coming in, and sounds of objects moving. Unknown to her, her little mice friends were trying to help.

Jac Jac and Gus Gus were on a mission to retrieve the key to Cinderella’s door, but had some fallbacks. For one, the mistress of the house kept it in her pocket and hand around it, as if it could disappear into thin air.

After many failed attempts at retrieving the key, they gave up and tried another way. They had to get Ella out of the attic, this was her chance at a happily ever after, a chance to get out of this horrible house and away from these dreadful people.

It would be the least they could do for her after everything she did for them!  

As the eldest sister sat down upon the chair, a servant tried to put it on her foot, but alas, the foot was too wide for the slim glass.

Upset at the outcome, she took the shoe from the servant and jammed her foot into it, “There, it fits!'' As she finished her exclamation, the shoe showed her toes squished against the glass uncomfortable, her eyebrows furrowed in pain, and jaw clenched.

“Well, ma’am, the prince did say every available maiden must try on the shoe.'' He said carefully, as if not to hurt her feelings, took off the slipper and motioned for the other sister to sit.

The other sat gracefully, holding her foot out delicately to the servant and smiled. The servant gently placed the shoe on her foot and gasped, it actually fit her, perfectly to be exact!

“Sire, we have the girl!”

“Yes, Yes. Now go, get her things we must leave at once!” The servants ran off towards the staircase as the three women smiled and planned.

Once the sister left, soon her mother and other daughter departed too.

Ella, seemed to be forgotten, spent several days locked in her room before someone found the spare key and let her out.

By that time, her sister had taken her happily ever after.

Leonard could see that this was not the woman he danced with, but he was vague with instructions, for he only said to ‘find the girl who fits into the slipper’ not ‘find a girl with golden hair and eyes blue as the ocean who’s foot fit into the slipper’’ for that mistake he is forever unhappily married to the wrong girl.

He was just too frazzled to give more information than just find the girl with the missing shoe. He missed the maiden whose name he knows not, but am undoubtedly in love with.

Leonard stood with his new bride at his side at a court meeting his father held with a blank gaze and clenched jaw.

His friends could see that he wasn’t happy, the only time Rick had seen him truly happy was when he danced with the mystery maiden at the ball. His friends didn’t like to see him this way, constantly angry and upset.

Before the marriage, Leonard was a little adventurous and mischievous, always getting in trouble with his friends, now, he was silent and always brushing their fun away.

They also didn’t like the maiden he did marry, for she was rude as was her sister, a learned trait from their mother no doubt. So, after the meeting the Prince’s friends held a meeting of their own and discussed what to do.

“Well?”

“We could find her, convince her he’s not happy with his wife?”

“Do you even know what she looks like?”

“No, but Rick does. I overheard him and Leonard talking in the hall one afternoon.”

They all pan towards Rick, “I have seen her, but there is a problem. We don’t even know if she’s from this kingdom.”

“Then we send word to other Kingdoms close by, maybe one of them has seen her!”

“Unlikely, there could be thousands, millions of maidens that match the description of her!”

“Do you suggest we just let our friend be miserable?”

“No, but we have to find a special characteristic about her that only she could have, something that couldn’t be duplicated!”

“Then we must talk to Leonard, maybe he could tell us something useful in finding his true love!”

Leonard was in his study, reading a book as the doors slam open and his friends are coming in.

“What’s this about?”

“You being a dumbass.”

“I’m not following, Nicholas.”

“You were so memorized by the maiden that you danced with the night of the ball that you only gave a brief description on how to find her. Well, we have come up with a way to do just that!”

“And, pray tell, what is it? How do you plan to do that? I’ve already lost her and I am married to another woman.”

“Did you see any identifying features? Anything special characteristically about her?”

“Yes. She had a scar on her right, inside upper arm. I saw it while we were dancing, it looked like it was from a burn. Does that help?”

“Yes, Leonard, it does. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, just promise me you’ll find her.”

“I’ll do everything in my power to.”

For weeks the friends tried to find the maiden, went to every house and asked questions to every villager.

When they spotted an older woman, they all exchanged looks before running towards her. If anyone was to know the maiden, it would be someone who’s been here for quite some time and knows everyone.

“Excuse me ma’am,”

“Yes my dear?”

“Do you happen to know a maiden with golden hair, blue eyes, and a burn scar on her right upper arm?” her eyes widen and she gasps, she didn’t pay much attention to their clothes at first, but now that she sees their royalty, she quickly excuses herself and leaves, leaving the men suspicious and worried.

They tried to follow the older woman to find out where she’s hiding, but the woman was quick and used passage ways unknown to them to escape.

During the week, they tried to corner her and ask questions, but every time they got close something would happen to gain their attention and look away enough for her to bolt.

After a month with no success and their friend wallowing in self-pity,  they tried a different approach.

They had convinced Leonard to get out of the castle in villager clothes and talk to the woman, and when they found her with a basket full of foods, they pushed Leonard towards her and hid.

“Hello ma’am, may I talk to you for a moment?”

She looked at him and smiled, “Why of course, dearie.”

“I was wondering if you’ve seen a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes and a burn scar on her upper right arm? I’m looking for her.”  

“Well, yes, I do know her. You’re talking about Ella, she lives up on Hickory Lane, in the big white house with the black accents, but if you ask me, its too big for just one person. Be careful dearie, she isn’t the same after her step-mother and step-sisters left to go live in the castle. Oh no, she’s been sad and rude since then.”

He thanked her and started his path to find his one true love, Ella, as it seems her name is. His friends following behind him closely, for he is a Prince and might need protection.

When they had made it to the house, they saw it had its windows boarded up and lights off, as if no one lived there for years.

Gathering his courage, Leonard knocked on the door in three swift hits. The group waited for a minute or two after hearing no response or footsteps coming closer and knocked again, this time more firm and loud.

Perhaps the lady of the house was too far away and couldn’t hear? More time passed and still no acknowledgement was given to the knocks.

Growing tired of being ignored, Leonard knocked again, and accompanied it with a shout, “Ella, are you in there? If so, would you please come out to chat?” as they waited for a response this time, Leonard bounced on his heels with a winning smile plastered on his face.

“Go away, I’m not taking any visitors today sir!”

“Please, I think it is very important that we meet!”

“I said not today sir! Good bye!”

The smile slowly made its way into a frown as he said, “Alright then, good bye Ella.” the others patted his back in condolences and reassured him that maybe tomorrow he’d have better luck.

The next couple of weeks were spent with Leonard and his friends coming to the house and trying to convince Ella to talk to him, and each day, ended much like the first.

When Leonard had had quite enough of this childish behavior, and coming from him, is a big statement, had travelled behind the gate and went into the house using the back entrance.

He quietly surveyed the area, being careful and silent in his approach to find the woman he sought after.

As he rounded the corner to the kitchen, he saw a young woman that fits the description of the maiden he danced with sulking as she cleaned the floors.

“You’re too beautiful to be this sad, please talk to me.”

She wiped her tears quickly despite him already seeing them fall, “How did you get in here? Who are you?” she questioned.

He puts his hands up as if to not startle her even more, “I went in the back entrance, I’ve tried the front for weeks with no answer. As for who I am, well darling, I am Prince Leonard. I believe you to be the maiden I danced with until midnight when you ran away.”

She clutched her broom as he spoke, unwilling to let go of this incase he was just here to rob her.

“I did no such thing, and you couldn’t possibly be the Prince, he is a married man.”

“Darling, I am the Prince, and as for my marriage, it is an unhappy one for I have married the wrong woman.” he gently grabs her hands in his.

“You have married the love of your life, sire, and for that I am very happy, but if you believe that I am even in the same social status as you, or the princess, you are mistaken. I am a maid, the Tramaine’s maid for decades and always have been. I hold no torch to the beauty of the Princess nor do I want to. Sire, please go home to her, love her for eternity, as she does you. You should forget about me, Your Highness. For I am nobody compared to her.”

She turns around and slips from his grip, “No! No, you are wrong, Ella, you are so much more than beauty to me. You are kind, and generous, as for my wife, she is the opposite. Her and her family will undoubtably run this kingdom to the ground with the coin they spend daily, and the rudeness they show to those under them in status. You, You my dear Ella, have a gentle heart, and would never do the awful things they do to the servants and staff alike. Please, consider this proposal?”

“I will think it over My Liege,” he nodded his head once, then twice, as if to reassure himself that he had gotten through to her.

As the days turn into weeks with still no reply to the proposal, Leonard started to get worried about Ella.

He decided to take a day off from his Kingly duties and ride the carriage down to the abandoned house.

He knocks once, twice, three times and waits for a few seconds before starting the knock pattern again.

This time after the wait he just opens the door and sees the dust and grime floating in the air.

And there’s a certain smell that permeates the air, somewhat of decay.

He finds the woman from before sitting in a big soft looking chair and a fire almost out.

Soon he realizes that she’s the cause of the pungent smell as he gets closer.

Leonard shouts, “Rick, please call the guards! We need to give the news to the Princess and her family.”

He knows that he has so reason to cry over the lost of this beautiful woman, not while he was married and had no claim on her to begin with.

Her face had sunken cheeks and tired bags under her unopened eyes.

It looks as if she passed in her sleep, he hopes it was at least a nice dream before the Grim Reaper took her from this plane of existence.

A week later was her funeral and as a noble’s daughter, she was given the honor of having the funeral she deserved.

He was one of the only people to show up as a large amount of nobles around the district and continent forgot about her.

When is was his turn to show his respects to her coffin he whispered, “I will carry my undying love for you until the day I am no longer walking the earth.”

Leonard takes a deep breath as the tears start to slowly stream down his face.

“I am beyond sorry for my late proposal and wished it was you who I would spend the rest of my life with and not your terrible sister. You are the only true love I’ve ever had.”

One tear lands on her hands as he says her last goodbye to her, his Ella.

Forever 🏷️: @crazyk-imagine

🏷️ list: -

[a-soft-and-dangerous-voice]

Belated, but thank you for the tag, @contemplativeobserver. 💞

Four Ships:

🧪📖 OTP: Severus Snape x Hermione Granger. (SSHG/Snamione...[Grape.]) Fandom: Harry Potter

🐍🍎 Jafar x Jasmine. (Jafarmine.) Fandom: Aladdin (1992)

⏳💚 Bruno Madrigal x Reader. (No ship name.) Fandom: Encanto

✨🏴‍☠️ Wendy Darling x Captain James Hook. (DarlingHook.) Fandom: Peter Pan

I want to be very clear in that everyone is, of course, of-age within these ships. I do not condone anything else. I obviously enjoy reading about an older, troubled male figure and a younger woman falling in love; meeting again years later, working through their issues.

Last Song:

Equus by S. A. Karl. If you enjoy simplistic, slow, melodical piano ballads (no lyrics,) follow the link to listen on YouTube... this song is hauntingly beautiful. 🎹🎶

Currently Reading:

How To Be a Tudor: A Dawn-to-Dusk Guide to Tudor Life by Ruth Goodman.

Essentially, it's an analytical report of Henry VII's influence in the beginning of the Middle Ages, moving towards the Elizabethan Era of England, and all the little details found in historical records of how daily life was conducted. It's fascinating.

Last Movie:

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. The 4½ extended version. ⚔️

Craving:

A hot cup of tea with honey and lemon. 🫖

A carefree day spent in a pretty sundress on a picnic blanket, enjoying the surrounding wildflowers and the feelings of my toes in the grass. 🌷

The true happiness found within the pages of a book; to be utterly absorbed in the fantasy. To let it consume you. 💫

Tagging (Just For Fun - No Pressure!):

A few mutuals off the top of my head that I would absolutely have tea with and consider friends (even if they don't know it:)

@half-blood-slytherpuff, @qdrew, @morbidmuch, @dragoon811, @opalchalice, @neeliepsrecs, @thesnapeofwater, @p-e-r-s-e-p-h-o-n-e, @turtlewexlerapologist, @alwayseversus, @st-severus, @myobscureimaginarium, @sneverussape, @snapecentric, @longblackcape, @serpentsstuff, @thetalesofprince, @silverwhite-doe, @foxyx, @turpinsimp-blog, @dranna, @shipssettingsailart, @chanccart, @kirasnapeaddict, @the-witches-son, @mysnarkyslytherinsecret, @maybeshesnaped, @deepperplexity

...There's so many of you; some may be inactive, but if I missed anyone: tea is at 4 o'clock and you may bring whatever biscuits you wish. Also this is just for fun, but I love reading little details about mutuals that I've seen on-screen for years. 💞

Edit: I obviously didn't keep to the "tag 9" rule. Whoops.

tag game!!!

its been a Hot™ while since ive seen one of these whew

rules: tag nine (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer these questions below!

tagged by @keepthemacramesecret hell yeah thank u arthur!!!

four ships: these are just current faves because four is such a tiny number gfghgf

arthur/john (malevolent) (to the surprise of no one lmao) wrightworth (ace attorney) lord arum/damien/rilla (the penumbra podcast) kojiro/kaoru (sk8 the infinity)

last song: flowers by miley cyrus (dont judge me its catchy!! also idc that its some post-breakup single life empowerment anthem im choosing to view it through aroace lenses)

currently reading: i have a bunch of audiobooks i rotate as bedtime listening but uhhh the king in yellow by robert w chambers, the farthest shore by ursula k le guin, and the first welcome to night vale novel by joseph fink and jeffrey cranor. also i really need to finish jonny sims' thirteen storeys, its so good but im so bad at sitting down with a physical book these days

last movie: i uhhhh cant remember? mightve been klaus which i watched in december before christmas. i dont watch movies much lmao.

craving: nothing at the moment!

tagging: @curiousrei @lintunen @nurmilintu @ceruleanmusings @ft-the-stars @safitheartist @monoshiki @ohnebulae @quietalight

[topguncortez]

Day 14: Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain ➣prompt: Desperate Measures ➣Character: Henry "Wolfman" Ruth ➣warnings: death, TOPGUN shit, dog fighting, missiles, guns ➣word count: 1.7k

|| masterlist || whumptober || whumptober masterlist || library page ||

Henry had a plan. He always had a plan, it was part of his jump as a RIO. He had to have a plan A-Z in case something went wrong. That’s what made him so good, and what gave him the ticket to TOPGUN with his pilot, Hollywood. But somewhere along the line, those plans that he had come up with on how to get win first at TOPGUN were thrown out the window when he fell for one of the other pilots. 

He hadn’t even noticed she was there until she giggled at his hard-on joke to Hollywood. He had turned around and noticed her blushing. Wolfman then turned back to the front with a blush on his own cheeks. It wasn’t that he hadn’t ever talked to a woman before, it was that most of the women in his small town in Texas he had grown up with. But there was something different about her though. He knew that whatever he did, he couldn’t screw it up. 

But somehow he managed to do exactly that. The very first day, he had pissed her off by saying something dumb in the locker room. He didn’t even know she was there until she slammed her door shut, and stormed out of the locker room. He sat up quickly from his spot on the bench, and caught a glimpse of her hair as she walked out. Hollywood let out a low whistle and laughed at his RIO. 

“You fucked up, Wolf,” Hollywood laughed. 

Later that night, Wolfman showed up at her door with flowers in his hand and his stetson on his head. She stared at him with a wild expression, her eyes looking at the white hat on his head. When Wolfman noticed her not saying anything, he quickly started talking, once again scraping the plan he had come up with in his head. He tensed when she stepped forward, but relaxed when she plucked the cowboy hat off his head and put it on her own. 

“You uh know what you just did?” He asked her. 

“Sure do,” She smiled, “Now. . . you going to stand there dazed and confused or come in?” 

Since that night, the two of them had been inseparable. Everyone quickly knew that Bronco was off limits when she walked in with Wolfman’s white stetson on her head, and sat down next to her RIO. She could hear the comments behind her, but didn’t let them both her. That was probably the best thing about her, she didn’t care what others said. 

Wolfman’s next plan was to propose to her. He knew that it might’ve been a little too soon, only having known each other for 10 weeks, but he had never been so sure about something in his life (other than joining the Navy). His plan was to do it after TOPGUN graduation. Y/N had placed second, right behind Iceman and Slider. Wolfman was fourth behind Maverick. Wolfman beamed with pride as Viper announced Bronco’s name at second place, and could see the shy smile on her features. She knew that she was rightfully in third, still considering Mav and Goose to be ahead of her. 

When they were dismissed and could begin drinking and partying, Wolfman stood up and walked over to her. They had managed to hide their relationship from the command team the whole time, knowing that if they found out they would be kicked out. Y/N was laughing with Iceman and Slider, when Wolfman walked over to them. Iceman whispered something in Y/N’s ear, and she looked over her shoulder to see Wolfman walking over to her with a bright smile. 

“Hey, congrats,” Wolfman said and hugged her. 

“Thank you, Wolf,” Y/N smiled. 

“Can I steal you for a-” 

“I hate to end the celebration early but we have a crisis situation that needs our attention,” Viper said, getting everyone's attention. Y/N and Wolfman shared a look before going over to where Jester and Viper were. 

“Iceman, Slider,” Jester said, reading out names and handing out orders, “Wolfman, Hollywood. . . Bronco.

“Here, sir,” Bronco said, taking her orders from Jester. Wolfman gently squeezed her hip as she ripped open the letter and read it. It was the exact same as the one Hollywood held in his hands, “So much as a day off.” She smiled up at Wolfman, “Come by later?” Wolfman nodded and gave her hip one more squeeze before walking off with Hollywood. 

But Wolfman’s plans were once again scrapped, due to the pilots having to leave that night to get to the middle of the Indian ocean. He saw Bronco sitting on the opposite side of the helicopter, looking tired as ever as she watched the never ending ocean. Once they landed, it was straight to their quarters for much needed sleep. The next day he only saw glimpses of her as they were briefed on the mission, and what they were to do. She was to fly solo, as her RIO was needed back on the ship for radio comms. 

“Whatever you’re planning, quit thinking it through so much,” Hollywood said as they were getting ready to go to the flight deck for pre-flight. 

“What do you mean?” Wolfman asked. 

“You have been planning something for the past couple days. I can tell, you are weirdly quiet. But quit trying to plan something perfect. Just go for it,” Hollywood explained, “She’s over there.” 

Wolfman looked across the flight deck and watched as she did her pre-flight check. Wolfman took a deep breath and walked across the deck towards her. Hollywood was right, he couldn’t keep waiting for the perfect moment to execute his plan. There was never going to be a perfect time, not with the crazy lives they lived. 

“Bronco!” Wolfman called out as he ran up to her. 

“Yeah?” Bronco said, handing her helmet to her warrant officer. Wolfman didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in for a kiss. She squeaked in surprise but kissed him back, before realizing where she was. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back softly, “What are you-”

“Marry me?” 

“What?! Henry, we are about to-” 

“Please, marry me?” Henry asked, and pulled away from her, and got down on one knee. She looked around and noticed some of the crew looking over at them, “I have been waiting for the right time, you know how I am with planning things, but I couldn’t get the timing and I-” 

“Yes.” 

“What?” 

“Yes, you fool! I’ll marry you!” She smiled, and Wolfman stood up from the ground and hugged her again. He grabbed her face and kissed her, “Mmm, now go! We have a mission to complete!” She shoved him gently towards his plane. 

“Start thinking of wedding plans!” Wolfman yelled as he ran over to his plane. Hollywood leaned against the side with a smirk on his face. He high fived his RIO, before turning to climb into the cockpit. 

Bronco bit back a smile as she climbed into her own cockpit and closed the canopy. Wolfman and Hollywood launched first, and Y/N said a small prayer as she watched their tomcat become airborne. She was next and watched as ground control gave her the sign to go. She had flown alone before, so this was nothing new to her, except the fact that she was now wanted back at home. She flew behind Hollywood, listening over comms as Wolfman searched the sky for the enemy. 

“They’re around here, I’ve got a hard on,” Wolfman said. 

“Sure that’s not because Bronco is right there,” Hollywood joked. 

“Save the locker room talk for later, boys,” Bronco said. 

“Shit tally two, ‘Wood, 5 oclock,” Wolfman said, and Bronco could see the two enemy MiGs right behind them. 

“Break left!” Bronco yelled. 

Hollywood listened and pulled the joystick to the left, trying to lose them. The MiGs were smart, and sped up, going right after the pilots. Wolfman panicked slightly, as he watched them close the gap. He repeated their numbers back to Hollywood as him and Bronco came up with a plan to try and intercept them. 

“Shit! Smoke in the air! Smoke in the air!” Wolfman cried out. 

“Deploying flares!” Bronco called out, and hit the flares to try and throw off the missile. 

The MiGs seemed to split, one on each of the pilots. Hollywood and Bronco did their best to try and stick by each other, hoping to get behind one of the MiGs to try and shoot it down, but they were staying too far behind them. It was too dangerous to try and drop down or pull up. Wolfman called out when they took enemy fire, and Bronco could hear the bullets hitting their plane. 

“Out of flares! Dammit!” Hollywood called out, “He won’t fucking leave!” 

“Hollywood, on my call, break left and pull up high and tight,” Bronco said, seeing a gap in the position of the MiGs. She could hear the beeping of the MiG trying to get missile lock on them. 

“I don’t like-” 

“Just do it. . . now!” Bronco called out as she heard that loud familiar blare of the alarm letting them know they were in total missile lock. 

“Y/N, don’t!” Wolfman yelled out, but it was too late. He could see the look of determination on her face as she dropped into intercept the missile that was headed straight for them.  “No!” Wolfman closed his eyes at the sound of the missile and the plane as they collided. He pressed his hand to the canopy, looking as her plane split into two and hurled towards the ocean in a fireball. 

“Eject! Eject, Bronco!” Wolfman’s voice cracked. 

“Mayday! Mayday! We are totally covered by enemy MiGs, Bronco has been shot down. I repeat, Bronco has been shot down,” Hollywood called out, “Can’t take much more of this shit! Wolf! I need you!” 

Wolfman nodded, and pulled back from the side of the canopy. He wiped a tear from his cheek and went back to looking at the radar. He rambled off some numbers to Hollywood, and then went back looking over the side, only seeing a black cloud of smoke rising from the ocean.

[dinuhsoar]

pray | h.c.

- henry cavill x f!reader

warnings: abusive boyfriend turned ex abusive boyfriend, fluff, henry cavill being soft, angst, kinda in detail abuse (verbal mostly), language, reader called a slut once or twice, not beta'd, lmk if I've missed anything!

*please read all warnings before continuing*

synopsis: henry can't stand y/n getting abused anymore

ruth's a/n: obviously this is inspired by pray, by jessie murph. it's such an emotional song, yet it's so vocal. I love it. as always, don't be afraid to talk to somebody if you're in an abusive relationship. text anyone, even me, and I'll do my best to help out. anyhow, I hope you all enjoy. been feelin' angsty these past couple of days.

gif credit: @henrycavilledits

henry feels downright stupid.

he should have seen the way you tremble, or the way you react negatively to certain sounds on set. but he didn't, and he feels sorry.

the first time henry should have done something was when you got one of the potential love interest roles with henry's character, and you and the cast went out to celebrate. your boyfriend had tagged along, simply because, "'its a cruel world out there babe.'"

you hardly talked to anyone, especially henry. maybe he was too standoffish? who knew. but you wouldn't look at him, and almost only talked to the females at the table.

when it came time to order, his eyes watched over to you softly as you dragged your finger over the menu, reading everything word for word, looking at the prices. when you stopped at the thing you most craved, you showed your boyfriend, smiling as you told him what you wanted. however, your boyfriend grabbed your hand and moved it down the page, placing your finger over the salad. your smiled faltered, but you kept it up so you didn't ruin the mood.

henry glared at your boyfriend the entire time after that, giving you the occasional attention everytime you tried to say something to everyone else, though deciding against it 'cause you thought it didn't matter. you did laugh when jokes were shared, shedding literal tears at about every joke henry said. but it was only when you all were leaving, did he notice two things; you didn't even touch your salad. and two, when it was mentioned that the bill be split up, you internally winced. you had paid for the meal you didn't eat or want, and also, forcefully paid for your boyfriends meal, only after he said he didn't have money.

before your boyfriend left, you gave him a goodbye hug, eye twitching when he pecked your cheek. the studio paid for your rooms as it was cheaper than to rent trailers for every actor, which you were thankful for. henry opted to drive you, noticing how you were near last to leave, sitting on the bench infront of the restaurant. but you denied, glaring at him when he sat next to you.

the second time henry should have noticed, was when you and him were filming an argumentative scene.

hours before, you had came in with a bruise on your wrist, an area he was sure your boyfriend kept grabbing. you lied though, saying you jammed it in a door, which wasn't partially a lie, as you slammed the door on your way out of the hotel room, jamming your wrist at how fast the door closed behind you.

and now, as henry yelled his lines at you, you couldn't help but cry, yelling back, finger jamming into his chest as you screeched at him.

"how dare you accuse me of lying, c/n! I've given you everything this relationship has to offer; attention, love, that feeling of being wanted! and what do I get, hm? nothing but a facefull of accusations because I'm too 'me' for you to love!"

henry's heart broke multiple times throughout the scene, as he knew this was more than acting. he's been in the industry longer than you have, so he knew the difference between acting and acting.

when the director had called cut, you began to wipe your tears, feeling dread swallow you whole. half of those lines weren't in the scrip, and if you had to redo it, it wouldn't be this heartfelt.

henry reached out to you, bringing you into a hug. he looked around him, noticing how everyone was in tears, knowing you gave it your all.

"it's okay my love, let it out."

what henry had failed to tell you, is that your boyfriend arrived on set not just a second ago, and was watching you both as your back was towards him, your head in henry's neck, arms gripping at the fabric on his back. he kissed your temple, smoothing your hair down as he kept his eyes on your boyfriend, a silent smirk displayed on his face.

"you're gonna be okay, understood?"

the third and final time henry had enough of your boyfriend and his abusive tendencies, was when you when he left you alone for only a few minutes.

ever since the arguing scene, henry refused to leave your side; and you his. it was then at this point in time, you realized that you felt safe with henry, and that you felt loved around and by him. everytime your boyfriend asked you to go back to your hotel room, you said you had more work to do, or just went to henry's room, which was on the very end of the hall. him and his room both became a safe heaven for you, and you didn't mind the occasional butterflies you got around him.

but henry was needed by the director one day, and he weakly smiled at you, apologizing when he had to leave you.

you decided to wait for him by the snack table. it was his favourite spot to be after scenes, and you thought it'd be an easy spot for him to see you when he was done speaking to the director.

but as quick as you sat down, you felt someone fist you hair, nails digging into your scalp. this wasn't henry, and you knew it.

"you know, I knew you were a slut."

your boyfriend yanked your head back so that your face would face his, eyes locking. the sheer pain from his grip, the arch in your back to relieve as much pain as possible, and the stretch of your neck, was enough to make tears well in your eyes, his words biting your ear.

"figured you'd be, especially after him comforting you. that was a nice treat to see. had a hard day, only to find out that my girlfriend is fucking her costar."

you shook your head, hands gripping his in an attempt to remove them from your head, weak words leaving your mouth.

"no, no. you're wrong!"

and like magic, henry had appeared. with rage in his eyes, jaw set tight, he pushed your boyfriend away from you, bending down to comfort you. but it didn't work much as your boyfriend saw red, fist aiming for him.

though henry had, somewhat, combat training- if only theatrical combat. nonetheless, henry landed a punch to the man's gut, grabbing your hand as he backed down. someone would for sure film this, and it'd go viral.

with a nod from henry, you took in a breath, looking at your boyfriend. "I, I just want to say that, um," god, breathe, "that I want to break up with you."

henry moved you infront of him, so that his back was to your ex boyfriend, just in case he wanted to start something up again. but as henry looked back, he saw the shock and realization on his face, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone, dialing the police as he signaled for security to apprehend him, the entire time, his hand enclosed around yours.

y'all, opinions? lmk if you want to be tagged in anything, or just go fill out my form, linked on my main masterlist. I've decided to rewrite chapter two to yuanfen, having been very displeased with how I wrote it. hope you all understand.

tagging: @justreadingficsdontmindme @ivory-1-ingrid

[hisserenity]

My Letters to You

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x fem!reader

Warnings: very sad, mentions of death & maybe, possibly singledad!urban. (I hope to write more happy stuff but this came from a dream:))

Maggie Lindemann Face claim

In which Urban Wyatt’s childhood friend and long term girlfriend dies in a car accident but little does he know, she left him letters in case she left this world before him.

Y/FULL/NAME

24 years of age

Y/BDAY 1997 - May 30th 2022

On May 30th 2022 at approximately 4:22 pm, a tragic car accident resulted in the loss of 4 lives with one being Y/N. Y/n is survived by her father Y/dads/n, her brother (insert name), her sister (insert name), her long term boyfriend Urban Henry Wyatt and her daughter Novaleigh Ruth Wyatt as well as many other family and friends. Funeral services will be held at Beevis Funeral Home from 12pm until 2pm immediately followed by Y/N’s celebration of life which will take place at Thomas Moore park from 3pm until 5pm. Please join us this Sunday beginning at 12pm. All are welcome.

Urban sighs, placing your obituary beside his mothers just as he hears little footsteps making their way down the stairs of the house you once shared with him. ‘Daddy!!’ He turns around seeing the sweet little girl the two of you created together. He kneels down before her. ‘Yes my sweet girl?’ He asks her. ‘Can you help me? I tried to do it myself and I can’t get my dressed zipped up and its making me upset.’ She huffs now with a pout on her face. Urban smiles down at her with a small laugh. ‘Just like your mommy baby. Turn around my love.’ Once he gets her dress zipped, she turns around excited. ‘Thank you daddy! I’m going to grab my shoes and I’ll be ready to go, okay? Don’t leave without me! I don’t want to miss seeing mommy one last time.’ She says to her father with tears now filling her eyes. It almost makes Urban break down right then and there but he stays strong for her, he needs to be strong for her. He picks Novaleigh up and she immediately places her head in the crook of his neck as her tears begin to fall. ‘I miss mommy, daddy. I’m so glad to have you but why did momma have to go? I wasn’t ready daddy. Please don’t leave me like momma.’ His heart strings about tear apart at her words. ‘I miss her too, sweet girl. The choice to leave wasn’t hers baby, I promise. If she could, mommy would be here right now dancing with us all through the house. I promise you Valeigh that daddy is always going to be here okay? I love you lil ma.’ She lifts her head to look up at her father. ‘I love you to daddy, with my whole heart.’ He kisses her temple. ‘Let’s go get your shoes so we can go see mommy yeah?’ Novaleigh nods her head as she and her dad makes their way back up the stairs.

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After the the services

Urban sits on the couch with the tv playing as if he is actually watching what’s on the screen. Instead, he is just staring at the wall of pictures you had made with all of your memories from prom, the birth of Novaleigh, all the way up until 4 days before you passed. The day he took you to a sunflower field, the look on your face as you turned around to face him was magical that he just had to capture the moment. God he missed you. With Novaleigh now in bed, he makes his way to the fridge to grab a water when he notices something sticking out from under the coffee machine, your coffee machine. He grabs it thinking that it was a piece of trash that snuck its way underneath but soon realizes that there are words across it.

My Urby Kurby

(To only be opened if in the worst case scenario, I have left you behind)

He hesitantly unfolds the small piece of paper.

My Forever,

If you’re reading this then that means that one of two things have occurred. One, we have broken up (I really hope this never happens) or two, I have passed on and left you and lil ma behind (if this is the reason, then I am so sorry my love)

But there is a shoe box hidden on the highest shelf in the hallway closet downstairs that is for you. When you are ready, please open it. It has been years in the making. There’s some pretty good stuff in there lol. Anyways baby, always remember that I’m in love with you and will be until the very end of eternity. Muah!!

He folds the piece of now tear stained paper as he makes his way to the location you provided him. He reaches to the top shelf and feels for the shoebox before successfully retrieving and finding his way back to the couch. My Letters To You, the box reads. He removes the lid to reveal papers full to the brim all which appear to be numbered. He grabs the first letter. Taking a deep breath, he begins to read.

Urban,

If you’re reading this then that means that either we have broken up or I am no longer with you. I hope and pray that it isn’t the latter but if it is then I am so deeply and incredibly sorry. But please don’t grieve over me for too long, you have to be strong for lil ma, she needs you more than ever right now. If I’m gone, please tell her that mommy loves her more than anything and make sure to give her all the kisses, hugs, love and adoration in the world for me. You two were everything to me, I love you both so much.

The letters within this box are numbered by the order they should be read in. I tried to stack them in order but in case they went crazy, I thought putting numbers on them would be the best way. Anyways, only read them if you’re ready too and please don’t let Novaleigh know about them until she’s a little older. And always remember that I love you both, until the end of eternity.

Urban didn’t think that he had anymore tears left but yet here he is, vision blurry and whisper quiet sobs escaping through his lips. He placed the first letter next to him upside down to keep the order before grabbing letter number two. Trying to keep his composure, he begins to read once again.

June 1st 2014,

May 2nd 1998. That was the first day we supposedly met for the first time. I don’t remember it all and I’m pretty sure you don’t either since you were brand new but my mom always said that we were attached at the hip from that day forward. I am so glad that our moms were best friends and had us just shy of a year apart because I have a permanent best friend and I couldn’t have asked for a better one. Well, we’re not just best friends anymore are we? You asked me out on a date exactly 2 days, 6 hours and 23 minutes ago to be exact. Not that I was counting and I’m so excited, I’m actually getting ready right now while I write this letter. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time and it’s finally happening. I hope it’s not a dare though, that would make me sad. Anyways Urby, I have to finish getting ready, you should be here any minute now.

Sincerely y/n

He placed the letter upside down on top of the first one. He can’t wait to read the rest of these letter but before he continues, He smiles gently before whispering ‘you’re with our moms again, ma. I really hope you’re having fun up there.’ He grabs the next letter, ready to dive in down memory lane.

I hope y’all enjoyed it! I know it’s quite sad (and looong) but I have quite a few more parts to it-the letters get better, I promise. I hope to have part two of this series up hopefully tomorrow! Muah!

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Purr

Title: Purr

Characters: Plus-sized!Reader x Henry Cavill, ofc friends named Ruth and Alexis.

Summary: When you meet Henry, you instantly click and one night promises to turn into more. 

Warnings: One mention of the film 365 Days, drunk!Henry, fluff, mild/implied smut (all smut is sober because consent is a must and this ain’t one of those fics). 

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Commissioned by @dorky-and-i-know-it​ . No beta, just free-ballin’ this one. :)

An old episode of Supernatural plays as you crochet your Saturday night away. The couch is cozy and you’re nestled in for good, ready to enjoy your evening of solitude when your front door starts jiggling.

Alarmed, you jump up from your spot and grab the closest thing you can find to use a weapon, cautiously approaching your door as someone on the outside continues to try and break in. As you inch closer, ready to strike with the lamp from your side-table, the sounds of loud shushing and giggling outside turn your fear to confusion.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna get us caught,” a voice whispers loudly.

Yanking the door open, the would-be intruders scream and jump, stumbling over each other and dropping their ‘lock picks’ as you glare down at them.

“I told you you were gonna get us caught,” Ruth hisses, smacking Alexis.

With a shake of your head, you stand back and let your two best friends into your apartment, asking with a hand on your hip, “So were you trying to break into my apartment or did you felons just get the wrong door?”

Alexis snorts a laugh and grabs the lamp out of your hand. “Um, we’re actually kidnapping you, so don’t go getting any ideas about fighting us off, Rambo.”

“Hmm, if it’s anything like 365 Days then count me in!”

Half an hour later they’ve dressed you in your favorite sexy dress and have you stuck between them in the backseat of a cab.

When you arrive at the bar that Alexis chose, music and chatter fill the room. Country joints just have a certain charm about them that you can never resist. The grumpy attitude you’d started with quickly falls away as you and your friends find a high top table near the old jukebox. You take turns picking songs and ordering drinks for each other, and before you know it, your song starts playing.

“Let’s dance,” Ruth cheers.  

Chris Young croons through the bar and you are dragged to the small wooden dance floor with your friends, singing along and dancing with each other. A pretty boy and a cowboy try to cut in but your girls bat them off, telling you that you can do better. You’re not sure you believe them, but your picked song pulls your attention back into your body. It moves on its own and you surrender to the music and alcohol, enjoying the high.

Alexis takes you in her arms, playfully grinding against you and winking before twirling you around and around. Laughter bubbles out of you as you start getting dizzy, and her hand loses hold of yours, sending you stumbling off your feet and into a large body. Strong arms catch you and pull you close enough to feel the firmness of his body against yours. Whoever he is, he’s warm and solid, and you catch a whiff of sandalwood, beer, and sweat. It shouldn’t smell good, but it makes your eyes flutter and before you can stop yourself, you lean into him, hand pressed to his broad chest, and inhale that intoxicating scent again.

It makes you purr and hum appreciatively, but a deep chuckle snaps you out of it and you jerk back, bewildered eyes open wide as you stare up at the man you’d just sniffed like a fucking creep. Deep blue eyes take you in and his lips quirk up, neon lights playing off his curly hair and the razor sharp line of his strong jaw.

All logic flies from your brain and instead of apologizing, you gasp with mortification. “Oh my god, I just sniffed Superman.”

Henry laughs loud and deep, still holding you upright as you bury your face behind your hands.

His smile lowers and he leans in a little. At first you think he’s trying to kiss you, and the thought inspires equal parts awe and suspense. With an unrestrained drunken giggle, he sniffs near your neck, and then it’s your turn to laugh loudly. The way his body sways slightly into yours tells you he’s already had a couple of drinks, but the humor turns to a buzz when the scent of your perfume draws a groan of approval from his throat.

Before you can even process the inhumanely sexy sound you just heard come from this giant of a man, a shout startles you two apart.

“Oh shit, it’s Superman!”

On instinct, Henry pushes you behind him, shielding you from the several fans that rush forward to greet him. Sending you an apologetic smile, he obliges with a slight mirth in his eyes and the top button of his blue shirt undone.

As celebrities do, Henry inadvertently draws a crowd, and when the few people suddenly turn into a mob, his security ushers him out of the building. Without a thought, your feet push you after him, but you’re unable to get very far with everyone chasing after him.

Two hands land on your shoulders and your friends shoot you half smiles, leading you out to a cab that takes you to the next bar of the night; The Ocean Side. It’s your favorite place and once you settle in, your friends address the elephant in the room.

“Okay, okay, but I can’t believe you sniffed Henry Cavill,” Ruth giggles into her drink.

“I can’t believe Henry Cavill sniffed you back!” Alexis exclaims.

Through the sound of your laughter, a familiar voice carries on the breeze. This time, when your eyes meet Henry’s, there’s a spark behind his smile; one that carries relief and joy and surprise. He beelines across the bar and your heart skips a beat when his hands find yours.

“Hello, again. I think this time I’ll ask before I don’t have the chance… would you like to dance?”

Your friends practically push you out of your seat and into his arms and you hold back laughter as you agree and let him lead you down to the beach. With your feet in the soft sand, Henry pulls you close and sways with you to the live music playing from the bar.  

“You know, it’s not often I run into the same person twice, but I’m glad I found you again. And I’m glad I‘ve got this chance to dance with you.”

“Honestly, I don’t even know what’s happening, but I’m happy you found me, too,” you admit, face warm and heart racing. Having this kind of attention has always been a little awkward for you, but to have Henry looking into your eyes with such blatant attraction leaves you weak in the knees and hoping to never wake up from the dream.

As the song ends, his body moves impossibly closer and when you tip your chin up, his lips are parted and perfectly soft. It’s unconscious, the way you both move closer, but utterly natural. Before his lips meet yours, cool water crashes against the shore and the wave surges up to your knees. The two of you jump in surprise and as quickly as it had come, the moment is gone.

Henry and his guard join your group on the beachfront patio, drinking and enjoying the night before everyone switches to water. Unfortunately, it’s already too late for Henry. There’s two buttons undone on his shirt, exposing a forest of chest hair you shamelessly admire, and his soft curls have come untamed. He’s properly drunk, but he’s utterly adorable and you catch your heart running away from you every time his charming smile is aimed your way.

Neither of you have gone back in for another kiss, but you’ve been drawing closer, and when your laughter rings out again, Henry’s heavy body presses into yours. Eyes catching for just a second, the air shifts and suddenly your mouths finally meet.

The shock of it sends a jolt of electricity through your body, but his large hands on your waist and the small of your back have you melting into him and deepening the kiss. Everything disappears and for a moment it’s just you and Henry, hearts pitter pattering against your chests with the exhilaration of it all.

Whistling and cheering ultimately break you apart, but when his eyes finally open and he takes you in, he’s mortified. With a look, you understand his fear; that he had been drunkenly inappropriate, not that he regrets it. He opens his mouth and you can see the apology on the tip of his tongue.

Before he can say anything, you pull him back and kiss him again. “If you meant it, don’t apologize.”

A wolfish smile tugs at his lips and just like that, your heart is fluttering and his mouth reclaims yours.  

When everyone is ready to call it a night, he shoots you a flirtatious grin and your cheeks warm at the implication. He is a little too drunk for anything physical, but you’ve never felt a kiss as exhilarating as his, so you’re happy to go home with him and keep talking. His cheeks are flushed and he’s adorably disheveled by the time his big body sways out of the car. He leans on you as he leads you into the building, humming into your hair when the elevator carries you up to the penthouse.

When the door closes and locks behind you two, it’s quiet, but comfortable. Kal greets you both, big body wagging back and forth as you make your way into the beautiful space. He sniffs around and follows along as Henry leads you into the kitchen to put a kettle on.  

While the water warms, his hands lay gently on the curves of your body, pulling you close enough to whisper against your hair. “Tell me something I don’t know,” he says, swaying lightly to the sound of water rolling to a boil.

A grin forms on your lips. “I wasn’t gonna go out tonight. My friends basically kidnapped me.”

His chest vibrates against yours with his chuckled reply, “Neither was I… funny how those things happen, hmm?”

You nod and pull back, amazed to find vulnerability staring back at you. Somehow, you can see the center of him, and it warms you to feel the sensual edge of his gaze. It’s a low kindle that simmers through him, but he tames it and shoots you a boyish grin. “Can we cuddle?”

The question comes from left field but makes your heart melt and you run your fingers through his soft, messy curls, watching his mouth crack open into a drunken smile. “We can absolutely cuddle.”

With the magic words said, the whole height of him crumbles into your arms and you stumble back against the counter with a laugh, holding him tight as he buries his face in your neck and growls like the giant teddy bear he is. His weight against you is comforting in a way you didn’t think it would be. His mouth is soft and open against your skin, hot puffs of his breath fanning over your neck. You’re sure he can feel the way it makes your heart tick, but he doesn’t move, just breathes you in and out until the kettle whistles.

Henry groans reluctantly but stands and you wave him off when he reaches for the kettle. “Go sit down, I’ll make it and be right there.”

He drops a kiss to your temple and Kal follows him away. As you make two cups of tea, soft playful sounds float through the air and you find Henry wrestling with Kal when you make it back to the living room. Henry meets your eyes and pushes himself up to his feet, grinning down at you with a devilish smile. “Shall we move this party to the bedroom?” You balk and he laughs, shaking his head. “Not like that. Come on, love. The bed is big enough for the three of us.”

Henry takes the tea and leads you into the bedroom, a gorgeous space with floor-to-ceiling glass; a panoramic view of the Sydney skyline. And he’s right. The bed is probably the biggest you’ve ever seen, and it makes you feel tiny when you’ve crawled in and found a spot nestled against Henry’s side. Kal lays across the foot of the bed and Henry is warm and solid against you. After a few moments in your position, you’d almost gotten totally comfortable, but the band of your bra is digging into your ribs, pinching and making your otherwise magical night very uncomfortable.

He murmurs into your hair when you wiggle and try to delicately adjust.  “Are you alright?”

“Mmhmm.”

Henry pulls back and his brows furrow down at you, not believing your non-answer. “Okay, fine,” you huff.

Sitting up you fiddle around and remove your bra from under your dress, tossing it to the end of the bed before meeting his gaze. Red feathers his cheeks and those cobalt eyes burn as he processes what you just did. A playful growl rumbles in his chest and you squeal when he grabs you tight and pulls you back into him.

Now that you’re totally comfortable, you let out the softest of purrs, and that deep voice echoes against you, dark and amused. “Aww, kitten.”

Heat swells between your legs at the pet name, and the thickness of him presses against your belly. He chuckles softly and you know it’s a promise of what’s to come when the booze wears off.

An hour passes as you and Henry talk and cuddle, warm breaths mingled close as you spill your heart out and let him do the same. It catches you off guard with how naturally you two fit. Something clicked in you the second you landed in his arms, and there’s a mirth in his voice that suggests he feels it too.

The time between every question stretches, eventually giving way to a comfortable silence that lures you both to sleep.

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Something wet and cold slides along your hand and wrist and you flinch before your bleary eyes make out the source of the touch. Kal licks your hand again and crawls between you and Henry, nose digging into your neck and face. Sleepy laughter bubbles from your throat and the sounds of you and Kal muse Henry from his sleep.

You kiss Kal’s snout and Henry grumbles as he gets up to let him out. When he comes back, there’s a heat in his touch. His fingers slide along your wrist and lift your hand to his mouth, where he places soft kisses on the pads of each of your fingers.

“Good morning,” he drawls, admiring how soft you are in the bed beneath him. “Y/n…” his big body lurks forward, a hand landing on the bed beside your head to support his weight. “I want you.”

Every nerve lights up at his words, at the way his eyes stroke along your face and body with pure desire. It’s morning and he’s hard now that the alcohol is worn off. The heft of him against your inner thigh warms you to your core. This surely must be a dream, and you don’t ever want to wake up. Your fingers trace up his arm to the muscles of his shoulders and back.

“I want you, too.”

Henry smiles, licks his lips and goes in for a kiss that starts out soft and sweet, but soon turns desperate. Grabbing at each other, clothes are tossed away and with every inch of skin exposed, Henry sinks deeper and deeper into his need for you. When all of your clothes are pushed off, he kneels and gazes down at you, mouth softly parted in awe, as if you’re the greatest treasure he’s ever seen.

A shiver works through you at his touch, soft and curious gliding up your body until his mouth meets yours once more. He kisses you deep and strong, enjoying himself as he tastes and feels you wriggle against him with need. His tongue licks your lips and he nips at your jaw and down your chest. Admiration glimmers in his eyes when he looks up at you from between your breasts, those soft lips wet and teasing your sensitive sensitive flesh. “Now, let’s get you purring again, hmm kitten.”

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Thick Gloves and Bloody Mouth Pieces

Pairing: Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Dick Rick (bad trainer), Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth), Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven

Warnings: Dramatic (I don’t know where any of the theatrics came from but I’m rolling with the punches), Rick the trainer is a dick (maybe not so much here but in my mind, he is), Tom and others tease reader, reader and Leonard are adorable idiots

Word Count: 2,894

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You know you shouldn’t be here right now, not when you should be at home getting for- you don’t even want to think about the date right now. 

Especially not when Leonard looks so cute in his non-official uniform, a jacket that has a zipper and gym shorts or as you like to call them basketball shorts (followed by innocent teasing from Leonard and Ron mostly, although the latter takes it further by making jokes about you two getting together which somehow manage to go over the former’s head). 

Your eyes wander around the room, checking on the others, making sure no one needs anything like water or a first aide care. There have been too many times when that’s happened plus, you’re the only one who can even do a proper stitch. 

You inwardly groan at the sight of Dick Rick. 

Sometimes you wonder why he couldn’t have been named something else because you guys already have a Rick and he has a much cooler nickname, Hollywood (not given to him by you, thank God he’ll always say during his interviews). 

You pretend like you don’t see him and let him sit near you. 

Even knowing he’s sitting there beside you pisses you off, good thing no one likes him. Honestly, the only reason he got the job was because he has the qualifications… and his uncle is the one in charge of this whole thing, but everyone can admit that he genuinely does have what it takes to be here and that’s ALL you give him credit for. 

The new fighters always wonder what he did to make you hate him so much and then they hear him open his mouth and some understand while others join in. 

Now, usually you’d have one of the guys sitting with you (more like babysitting you) but today, no one could because they have a fight they need to train for. 

You’re on the edge of your seat watching as Leonard practices, always giving everything, he’s got no matter what. “Kill ‘em!” 

“Ease up on the coaching there.” (Fake) Rick advises. “He’s got enough to worry about right now. We don’t need you trying to get into his head.” 

Your head snaps over in his direction. “You know what I think? I think that you’re actually worried that your uncle is gonna lose out on big win and making me seem like I’m the bad guy is your way of coping with it, which isn’t gonna get you very far. All I’m doing is supporting him. Now, either you shut up or lose it.” 

He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. 

“Listen here, Dick. I’m going to cheer him on. I will be screaming as loud as the other people in the crowd. I get this is practice, but I am proud of him, and I will show it any time I can. Either you shut up or I do it for you.” 

He stares at you with his every day sour expression. “The names Richard-” 

“Dick can be short for Richard. Think about Dick’s sporting goods, a place you don’t own, so sad.” Was it necessary to bring that up, no. Did it feel good, hell yeah. 

“I prefer Rick and they’re practicing. Tonight’s the big night so you’re “supportive” screaming isn’t helping anyone.” 

You raise your brows, “I say otherwise because he’s doing a real good job right now.” 

He doesn’t need to look over at Leonard and Tom, he knows they’re doing good. “It’s practice. You don’t need to scream.” 

“I'm going to scream as loud as I want because he’s a good fighter and I am going to show it.” 

“I understand what you’re saying but-” 

“But nothing. I’m gonna go check on him and our friends because this conversation is going nowhere and you’re pissing me off.” 

Dick Rick doesn’t try to argue with you knowing this is the smartest thing to do. 

-

You get out of the chair and head over towards Leonard (who exited the ring right before you started to walk over) and Tom who sits in the chairs closest to the ring, sweat dripping down their heaving chests. “You two did good today.” 

“You mean, he looked good, and you assume I did good because you were too focused on screaming for him,” says Tom before he drinks some water. 

You scoff, glancing over at a non-focused Leonard, “someone is totally, not completely off?” 

The man with frosted tips raises a brow. “Everyone but dogboy knows you’re horny for him.” 

Your eyes widen, “what the hell?” You smack his shoulder. “Don’t say that.” 

He chuckles, “am I wrong?” 

“Shut up,” you walk away and head over towards their boxing partners, Ron and Rick. 

-

“You two feeling alright?” 

Ron lifts his head, staring at you. 

“Has anyone come over to check that out?” You point to the blood trail on the edge of his eyebrow closest to his temple. 

“Yeah,” he says. 

“He’s lying and you know it.” 

You take the first aid kit from Rick. “Yeah, yeah.” You grab the items you need and start by cleaning the wound. 

“He’s staring.” Ron hisses, you mumble an apology. 

“He’s preparing for the fight.” 

“He’s staring at you,” the two say. 

“Why do I even bother trying to fight you two anymore?” You finish with the wound and start cleaning up. 

“You ever gonna tell him?” asks Ron. 

“If I haven’t told him and I’ve known him for- God- as long as I can remember-” 

“Hasn’t it been more than five years?” asks Ron. 

“Thank you, Mister know it all.” Your brows furrow together, “how do you know that?” 

“He won’t shut up about you. Plus, you showed up around the time he did.” 

“That seems like it could be true.” 

“Could be?” He scoffs, “it is true, and you know it.” He pushes himself off the bench and walks over to where Tom is. 

“He’s not wrong, you know,” Rick informs you. Always the one to tell you the truth when it comes to this kind of thing (plus it’d be nice [for all the guys] if the two of you got together). 

“If what you’re all saying is true, then why hasn’t he said anything?” 

He doesn't think he heard you correctly. You’ve never agreed with them or even thought about the possibility of Leonard liking you to be true. “What was that?” 

You shake your head, grabbing the first aid kit, “nothing. I’ve- Dick Rick pissed me off today and I’m not making sense so I’m gonna go.” 

“Come on, don’t be like that.” 

“How else am I supposed to be, Hollywood? I mean… seriously, if he hasn’t said anything by now, even when all you guys say is how much he likes me. Why hasn’t he tried to ask me out?” 

He shrugs, “maybe-uh- maybe he thinks you’re not interested.” 

“Do you honestly think that’s why?” 

He struggles to give you a response. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. Look, I’ve got to go.” 

“Wait- where are you going?” 

You huff, the strand of hair blocking your view moves off to the side of your face. “I’ve got to go. I- I didn’t tell anyone but I have a date tonight and I wasn’t going to go on it but now I think I will. Maybe see where things take us, you know.” 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“I’m all out of good ideas when it comes to my love life but I’m ready to put myself out there and see what happens.” 

He clearly doesn’t approve of this idea, but you could care less right now. 

“I’ll be here for your guys’ fights, alright?” 

He says nothing. 

“Rick?” 

He blinks, processing what you’ve said. “Yeah, yeah. Have fun.” He keeps an eye on you as you walk out. 

-

He rushes over towards Leonard and smacks his arm. 

The latter breaks out of his daze, rubbing his arm with a confused expression. “What the hell was that for?” 

“Because you’re an idiot and everyone here can agree with that.” 

“That’s not true.” Various “yes's” and “he’s not wrong” can be heard through out the area. 

Leonard scoffs, “whatever.” 

“You need to get off your horny butt and go after the woman you’ve been fawning over for the last thousand years.” 

“You’re exaggerating.” 

“What if I told you that she’s out on a date right now?” 

“Is she?” 

Rick shrugs, “you tell me.” 

“Do you know with who?” 

“She didn’t tell me that much.” 

“What if she winds up really liking this guy?” 

“That means you would miss your chance.” 

He pushes himself out of the chair, “I have to go find her.” 

“And then what?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You mean to tell me, you’re gonna crash her date with absolutely no reason?” 

“Well, I mean, technically, I have a reason… she’s gonna know right?” 

“No because you haven’t given her any signs you moron.” 

Leonard stops, taking a deep breath, “I’ve got to go, man. I can’t stand here and wait anymore.” 

Rick chuckles, slapping his shoulder, “go man.” 

-

You sip your drink, not at all enthralled by what your date is saying and no matter how many times you try to give your two cents, the man just… won’t… shut… up. 

“And then he was like-” 

A handful of flowers are shoved into your face. “I love you.” 

You set the glass down and take the flowers, finding them to be one of the prettiest combos you’ve seen, sunflowers and roses. 

“I love you,” he says again. 

You turn to see your the cowboy. “Leonard? What are- what are you doing here?” 

He opens his mouth to respond when your date interrupts him. 

“I’m sorry, whoever you are, but we’re,” he gestures to the two of you. “On date here so if you could just go back to wherever your redneck ass came from, that’d be great.” 

The man in the cowboy hat bends down to whisper in his ear. 

Your dates eyes widen before he rushes to get out of his seat, practically tripping over the legs of the chair. 

Leonard sits down in the, now, unoccupied chair with a cocky grin dancing across his lips. “What did you tell him?” 

“Nothing much. A little “harmless” threatening.” 

“What kind of threatening?” 

He shrugs, avoiding your gaze, “harsh enough to ensure that he doesn’t come back… here… on a date with you… ever.” 

Your jaw drops. “Wait- wait.” You remember he said something. “What did you say earlier?” 

“I don’t want him to date you.” 

“After that.” 

“I threatened him.” 

“No!” you set the flowers down on the table. “What did you say?” 

He gulps, unsure if he should tell you again or not. “I- do I really have to repeat myself?” 

“Please?” your tone wavers, thinking you may not have heard what you think he heard. 

He smiles, reaching for your hand. “I- I think I made the dumbest mistake waiting to tell you this but, oh boy. Here it goes, I-" he looks around, seeing how many people are here. “Actually, could we do this outside?” 

“If we do, will you ever tell me? Because when we need to have a serious conversation, it never happens, and it feels like you’ve shut down on me.” 

He leans forward, rubbing his hands across his faces. 

“Okay. Okay. Uh- there’s this- I- I’m having a real hard time trying to tell you this.” 

“Let’s start with what you first said when you shoved these beautiful flowers in my face,” you say with a light chuckle. 

He cracks a smile. “You caught that huh?” 

“I think I did but I don’t know for sure if what I heard was the right thing.” 

“Well, that- uh- that depends on your reaction to what I’m about to say.” 

“I think we both know what we’ve been denying for so long.” 

He leans closer, “and what’s that?” 

“That you, cowboy, are completely as smitten with me like I am with you.” You pray he doesn’t turn you as doubt swirls around in your mind. 

That crooked boyish grin takes over and that damned hat of his tips forward, covering his eyes. “That’s good to hear.” 

“Why? Cause it means you didn’t crash my date for nothing.” 

“Hey now. If I knew all I needed to do was this, I would have had Hollywood set you up a long time ago.” 

“Like I would have accepted whoever he wanted to set me up with.” 

“You... I think you would have.” 

“He probably would’ve told me his plan and then tricked the both of us into meeting at the same place.” 

He chuckles, “yeah, maybe.” He glances around, “how about we- uh- get out of here and go somewhere you’d actually enjoy.” 

A teasing smiles stretches across your lips. “What if I like it here?” 

“You don’t, I know it.” 

A heavy sigh slips past your lips, “if we must.” 

“I’ll make it worth your while.” 

-

“I told you not to order so much,” you chuckle, munching on a couple of fries. You kick your legs, the cool air hitting the exposed skin of your lower legs. 

He smiles, setting his burger down, wiping his face after you gestured to the mess on his chin. “You look really pretty by the way.” 

“You sound like a middle schooler with a crush.” 

“I’m just being honest, sweets.” 

“We both know you have more to say.” You’re hopeful that he’ll just come out and say it again. 

“Okay, maybe I do but I don’t want to scare you off.” 

You scoff, “please.” 

“Hey! I’d like to keep the woman I love close to me since I was on the verge of being too late and barely gained enough courage to ask her out tonight.” 

You cover your mouth, preventing any more food from flying out as you cough. 

He pats your back. “Are you okay?” 

“You just,” you croak with a hoarse voice. “You just- just said the woman you love.” 

“Oh,” he extends the word, finally realizing what he said to you (again). 

You grab your drink and gulp as much as you can, wanting to get rid of your hoarse voice. “That’s what you said right?” 

“Said what when?” 

“Don’t mess with me like that, Leo. You know what you said.” 

He gulps, taking a sip of his drink. “You’re right. I know what I said and I’m- I’m scared that you don’t feel the same.” 

“If I didn’t feel the same, would I have accepted this date?” 

“You’ve gone out with me before,” he points out with attitude. 

You scoff, “because I thought that you were asking me out on a genuine date! But then there you were talking to some girl just a few feet away from me.” 

“I’m sorry for thinking I never had a chance with you!” 

“If you had asked, you would have known!” You set your food off the side, pushing yourself out of the truck bed. “I’m leaving. I can’t do this with you right now.” 

“You can’t- you can’t do this with me right now? Seriously?” 

You reach for your purse. “I’m not going to sit here and fight with you over how scared I was that you didn’t like me even though I’m in love with you and how much it hurt to see you talking to all those girls when you were the one who invited me to go out with you!” You’re too upset to even realize that he’s pushed himself off the truck bed. 

He spins you around to kiss you only for it to end in laughter. The corner of his lips tugs upwards. “Are you really laughing at my romantic gesture right now?” 

You chuckle, staring into his pretty eyes. “You know exactly what I’m laughing at.” 

He nods, the hat bumping against your forehead once more, in a more affectionate manner. “That I do.” 

You snatch the item off his head, tossing it beside the food. You take a deep breath, watching the way his eyes dip down towards your lips. 

“This isn’t going to be as dramatic; you know?” 

“Just kiss me you-” Your hands slid up his arms, fingers interlocking against the back of his neck. The warmth of his hand on your cheek and your hip causes the butterflies in your stomach to flutter harder than they ever have when you’re with him. You’re the first to pull away, eyes still closed enjoying this moment. 

“Wow,” he breathes out. “I think I’m getting a hard on.” 

Your eyes snap open, finding that he’s staring at you. The corner of your lips twitch (of course he would say that now), you finally understand what everyone else has been saying, eyes truly are the window to one’s soul because all you can see is the love, he holds for you. “Guess everyone was right.” 

“What’s that?” 

“We both fell for each other but didn’t want to admit and now,” you stare at the collar of his hoodie for a few seconds realizing what the boys are gonna do. “And now they’re gonna make fun of us.” 

“Maybe, but then we can just do this,” he pulls you in for another kiss. 

You chuckle against his lips. 

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[mary-ann84]

Lost Without You

Characters: Henry Cavill x you

Words: 1.772

Warnings: Heartbreak, Tears but with a Happy Ending. 

Biiig thank you to @wondersofdreaming for being my beta. 

The GIF I used belonged to @henrycavilledits

This story was inspired by the song ‘Lost Without You’ by Freya Ridings. I do not own any of characters besides the reader, who is a figment of my imagination. 

I am reposting this with an updated taglist.

Feedback is appreciated 

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Tears in his eyes. His hands grabbing your arms, holding you tight.

Begging you to stay. Asking you to tell him why you are breaking up with him.

But you can’t. You have to.

Thinking that you are holding him back. That he is better off without you.

“I’m sorry Henry. I can’t.” Tears streaming down your face. “Please let me go.” You whisper with a broken voice.

He releases you. He has a devastating look on his face as he watches you turn around and walk out the door. Out of his life.

Now you are here, sitting in the audience of ‘The Graham Norton Show’ and you just found out that Henry is one of tonight's guests.

Your best friend dragged you here. You have been a mess since the break-up.

Pretending to be all right in front of your family and friends. That it didn’t affect you when they were talking about Henry.

There has been a lot of buzz around him lately with ‘The Witcher’ coming out, and when people would ask you how you are feeling, you just simply answered that you are happy for him.

Your best friend, however, knows you better than anyone. She is the one that called you out.

“Why the hell did you break up with him y/n? I want to know! He is miserable without you?”

“How do you know? He is probably perfectly fine without me.”

“Well, he’s not, y/n. He came to see me. He is downright miserable.”

You tell her everything. How your insecurities have gotten the better of you. About the comments on social media when your relationship became public. The whispers of women. “Why the hell is he with her?”

“She is not that pretty.” “She’s fat!”

"He can do so much better.”

“She is holding him back.”

By the time you were done, you had been a sobbing mess and she was holding you in her arms.

“Ow y/n, you know that is just them being jealous. He loves you. You need to talk to him. Let him know why you broke up with him.”

“It’s no use. He is off to film ‘The Witcher’ anyway. I don’t want to bother him.”

“But y/n?”

“No! Do you hear me? What’s done is done. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

She never brought it up after that. You really thought she dropped it. That was until now.

You gave her a look to tell her that she was in trouble, and you stood up to leave.

“You can’t go y/n. The show is about to start.”

“But I…”

“No buts. It’s ok, just, calm down. He won’t be able to see you. Not with us sitting all the way back here.”

So, you sit back down and pray you will survive this.

It’s not like you haven’t seen him at all. You have seen pictures, and you still follow him on IG.

But this is a different situation. This time he is here in the flesh.

You have to admit you are excited to see him, and your friend is right there is no way he can see you sitting all the way here.

So, you decide to relax and enjoy the show.

“And this man played a villain in ‘Mission: Impossible Fallout’, earth’s greatest hero as Superman and now he is battling monsters in the new fantasy series ‘The Witcher’. Please welcome, Henry Cavill!”

Henry steps on stage and your heart skips a beat.

He looks so good.

The conversation starts.

“Now Ruth, look at you and your beefcake sandwich.”

You see Henry laughing

You miss that sound and the way he laughs with his whole body.

He laughed a lot when you were together. Whether it was something that you were watching or him beating you at whatever game you were playing.

But more often than not, you were the one that made him laugh. He said that that was one of the things he loves about you.

Then Henry starts talking about 'The Witcher'. He talks so passionately about it; it reminds you of the time when he told you he got the part.

You are at home when all of a sudden you hear some noise at the door, and you see Kal running towards it.

"Love are you home? Love!"

"I'm here honey. What's the emergency?"

He looks at you with the biggest smile on his face and walks towards you.

"I got the part y/n. I'm going to be Geralt of Rivia. I'm The Witcher!"

You scream and jump in his arms. "Oh my god, that's amazing! I knew you would get it. I am so proud of you."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Now let's celebrate!"

The thought brings tears to your eyes, but you keep your composure.

The conversation on the stage continues. You try to follow it as best as you can and focus on the other guests.

But every once in awhile, you find yourself looking at Henry.

And then all of a sudden you look straight into his eyes. Your heart stops.

Did he see me? No, he didn’t.

But the look in his eyes tells you differently. It's a look of recognition, surprise, shock.

You give him a small smile and you see him smiling back giving you a little nod.

This makes you feel warm all over and the rest of the show you notice that he keeps on looking in your direction.

You expected that he would give you a cold look but there is only warmth and love in his eyes.

It's the look he has given you when you were together. Whether that would be at home or out with family and friends.

The look that made your heart swell and burst with love for him. That makes you blush and have butterflies in your stomach. Sometimes it got to be too much, and you had to look away. That always made him smile.

How can he still look at me like that after what I did? He doesn't still love me, does he?

And then it hits you. He still loves you and you still love him.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you almost miss the performance of Robbie Williams.

By the time the show ends you are ready to go. You have to get out of here.

The realization that he still loves you and that you still love him is too much.

Your friend is taking her time putting on her coat.

While she was doing that you see a door open at the other end of the room and there is Henry. His eyes immediately find you. You see him walking towards you and that is when you say goodbye to your friend and leave.

You hear both of them call your name. But you can’t stay.

You practically run home, and by the time you get there, you are out of breath.

You try to find your keys in your purse, dropping them on the ground. You are unlocking your door when you hear a deep voice behind you calling your name.

It’s Henry.

How the hell did he get here so fast?

He stands in front of you, hands in his pockets.

"Can I come in? Please y/n we need to talk."

You feel like you have no choice. You owe him this at least. You let him in and walk to the living room. You stand in front of each other.

"Henry, I…"

"I know why you broke up with me y/n."

"Ok, so you know and..."

"And you should have told me about your insecurities. We could have talked about them. I could always come to you with mine, why did you feel you couldn't come to me with yours?"

"I don't know Henry, ok, it just got too much and… aah!"

"It was everything combined. The comments on social media. People saying that I am not good enough for you, not pretty enough, that I'm fat. That I was holding you back. And that they hoped that I didn’t come with you while you were filming ‘The Witcher’, that you should break up with me and find someone else!"

Your voice breaks and then everything from the past year just comes crashing down. You start to cry, and you cover your face with your hands.

You feel him taking you in his arms. He holds you till you calm down and stop crying.

"Look at me y/n."

You look straight into his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that have a somewhat sad look in them but still with loving warmth.

"I don't care what people have said. You are beautiful, sexy, smart, loving and you have a great sense of humor. You were always there for me when I needed you. Supported me in everything I did. I miss you. I miss your voice, your scent, your touch, your laugh, your brain. The way you touch me. How you scrunch up your nose when you are thinking about something really hard. I miss holding you in my arms, kissing each other. Having sex, making love and waking up in each other’s arms."

"Henry…"

"And one more thing. I love you. Do you hear me y/n? I don't give a fuck what anybody else says. I LOVE YOU!"

By the time he is done talking, tears are streaming down his face and this time you embrace him.

You can’t deny it any longer. You love him as much as he loves you. You want to be with him.

And if he can come here and bare his soul to you, then at least you can do is to trust that you can do the same for him.

"Henry, I am so sorry that I broke up with you. I miss you too. I miss everything about you.

You look at him. 

"I'm sorry I believed them instead of believing in you, believing in us. I was a mess when I broke up with you. I have felt so alone, so lost without you. I love you too. I have never stopped loving you."

Henry smiles at you, puts his forehead against yours and whispers: "Then come back to me, sweetheart. I want us to be together again.

"I want that too."

“Let’s go home darling. I’m not the only one that misses you.”

And for the first time, in a long time, he kisses you. A long, warm, loving kiss. Full with passion, love and the promise that from now on you will be together forever.