#if this man was screaming the n word and shit most of you guys wouldn't stan him but then again fandoms always do this shit

[fushiguroshotwife]

TOJI N!SFW ALPHABET

MDNI 18+

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ N!sfw alphabet of Toji fushiguro (my husband 4life) and a Huge Thanks to @sashi-ya my Love! For giving me this template<33 (luv u bae!)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Enjoy Loves!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Toji doesn't really seem that much of a aftercare type guy, he'll screw you n probably leave you breathless and tired to the point where you just want to sleep. He'll give you kisses on the cheek as a little tease afterwards though. He loves to make you think he's gonna make out with you or kiss your neck but then trick ya. You'd scream at him for it, but hey your too tired for that. But he'd probably give you something to drink and you both call it a night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's an ass guy def. He plays w/ yo ass, Spanks it, puts his fingers in it, and he makes you sit on his face, he'll even force you to ride his cock like there's no tomorrow. And you loved sucking his big ass cock, Stroking it n stuff, you'd swear you Didn't cry when he gets real mean when in sex, but you're be a lier, n he knows it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Toji would cum in your mouth, ass, face, etc. He would have never let you be the first to have came, he'd make ya hold it until he's in ya.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Mama-megumi lmao.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Fuck yeah, he made megumi, so he definitely knew how to fuck. Most of the time though he'd just try something new even though if you would like it or not he wouldn't let you go without trying. He's not letting go without a fight, that's for sure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style and cowgirl definitely, but anything works for him, to be honest.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He would torment you, tease you, say some harsh things when doing it with you but he's definitely not the goofy type when Fuckin. If you would mess around he'd make you regent the day you wanted to say something 'funny' with him.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This man has pretty spikey hair but not pointy so I'd say that's pretty easy to keep clean, plus, it's you getting ruined, not him, honey.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not really 'romantic' at all, he's quite the harsh fucker, with his words too. He calls you pet names like "doll" "princess" "brat" "slut" "cunt" "whore" "bitch" "little shit" (Personally idgaf it's hot.)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh he Loves jacking off. Started when you tried your hardest to seduce him, let's just say he ruined you that night.. yeah..

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Toji has a huge daddy kink, loves it when you ride em' and I feel like he has a rape-play kink on him for sure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, anytime, anyplace. Doesn't matter if you're busy, with friends, or in a open place, he'll find a way to make you helpless and needy for him ...

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you whine, beg, scream, cry, whimper, moan. And whenever you call him "daddy" of course. Although moaning would definitely turn him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing really, maybe when he's busy?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definitely giving. That's all I have to say.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ROUGH, definitely, but he's quite fast at the same time, very very rough and hard (like his dick hehe) mostly when it comes to thrusting.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Every night basically, whenever you're a brat and you want him to notice you then he'll give you one. He'll do quickies whenever he doesn't have enough time or gets bored sooner than later the night, he'll even do quickies in bars, shops, while your working, when he's bored, etc. He loves it when you're embarrassed if someone will notice in public.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he LOVES to take risks and try new positions, and he's a big fan of oral sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can do it all night long, it's a matter of you'll take it or not, because he's not the one to give up, never.

Hell, He'll even do it until you pass out. All night long he'd keep it up.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's definitely Not a fan of toys, plus, his huge dick is enough anyway. But I feel like He would use hand cuffs on you sometime, maybe one night...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

No matter what, he'll be teasing you all night long, the morning to night. He loves to torment, fluster, tease, and anything along the lines of that ordeal. He loves to see you flustered and embarrassed over his raspy voice.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You. Are. LOUD.

But he'll shut you up by covering your mouth with his hands, or make you suck on his fingers, if you're lucky.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I know I already said this before, and I'll say it again, This man has a lil Rape-Play kink on him. And he would deny it. But someday he'll play out this grown man's weird fantasy. (With your consent ofc)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Uhh you want cock headcanons? Okay serving up ! He has probably nothing to offer but his Huge ass dick. But like- he built damn good—

6.3 inches tall

6.3 FUCKING INCHES—

okayy I love my husband and all but his dick gotta be the hairiest thing I've ever seen, and the prettiest of course, of course, his dick has ALOT of vains and his tip is a Dark pink or a kinda darkish pink, I can't really make up my mind okay? Sometimes it just changes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not that tame, usually he doesn't give a fuck at all but if you're horny or wearing something sexy that day/night.. He'll fuck u till you bleed, fuck you till you cry bitterly. Doesn't matter, he'll even do it all night and grin like a psychopath.

Toji's mean. Like I said.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after a nice fuck, he'd probably lay on the bed and use your little body as a pillow to rest on, you'd probably put one of your legs over his leg and cling on to him like your life depends on it and hide your face in his tits as he strokes your hair and as you both fall asleep after a long tiring but good-night.

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[orchidyoonkook]

To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 2

Title: Unknown Numbers and Sharp Tongues

Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader

Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Mild Royalty AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn

Summary: You get a text from an unknown number and it flips your day upside down.

Warnings: PG13, mild swearing, arguments

Word Count: 3065

Release Date: February 2, 2023, 1:40PM

A/N 1: She’s shorter but just as important

Series: Chapter One

It’s 12:07pm the Wednesday after the assembly. You're sitting on your bed sketching when a text vibration sounds from somewhere within the blankets crumpled beneath you. 

A pencil lead stained hand carefully snakes its way through the sheets to find your phone, and after locating it by your feet, you see a message from an unknown number waiting to be read.

Unknown Sender [12:07pm]: Hey, is this YN?

You raise a brow at the semi-suspicious text.

Normally when this happens, you just delete the message. You have everyone you're willing to speak with in your contacts already, so you know that it’s most likely spam. But the difference with this one?

They know your name. 

That being said, your guy friends back home have been known to, on occasion, pull shit because they know you can’t do anything about it. 

Though, that has never once stopped you from waiting to see them again in person and retaliating. Patience is a virtue and all that, but you think they’d of learned by now…

So you fire back, just in case.

You [12:08pm]: Hobi I s2g if this is you again I’m sending Nayeon that picture of you from 9th grade with shutter shades on and your ass stuck in a tuba 

Unknown Sender [12:08pm]: Oh wow, uhm…no, its not Unknown Sender [12:09pm]: But remind me never to get on your bad side.  Unknown Sender [12:10pm]: It’s Jungkook actually... I may have grabbed your number from Yuri’s phone. I hope it’s okay I messaged you 

Jungkook?

As in The Prince of the Western Shores, Jungkook?

Well...

This certainly isn’t how you thought your afternoon was going to go. 

You figured you'd never hear from him again after Monday’s assembly, like everyone else he’d greeted—Yuri aside apparently. Yet here you were, on your bed, in your university dorm room, having a midday text conversation with Prince Jeon Jungkook of all people.

You laugh to yourself and quickly change his name in your contacts, keeping it subtle. You don’t want someone to see his name pop on your screen and then suddenly have a legion of people harassing you about how you got the prince's number, and if they could get it from you. 

You [12:11pm]: yeah, it’s fine

And why wouldn't it be? You don’t dislike him, though he seemed to have thought so. Sure, you don’t particularly like the guy yet, but you're confident he feels the same about you—if he even thinks of you, that is.  

He probably just wants recommendations for things to do this weekend or to know where the cleanest washrooms on campus are. God forbid his royal bottom touch a less than sanitary toilet seat.

PJK [12:13pm]: Im afraid she had to explain to me who ‘blueballzbitch’ was when I accidentally saw your text to her the other day. Apparently my reaction after reading it was very funny

You [12:13pm]: I cant believe she still hasnt changed my name in her phone! That bitch!! she promised :( You [12:14pm]: Thats only my name because i told her she couldnt bring guys back to our dorm after 1 AM anymore! 

PJK [12:14pm]: can I ask why?

You [12:15pm]: there may have been an incident of a very drunk half naked man climbing into my bed at 4 am instead of hers….  You [12:15pm]: And needless to say, not the nicest way to wake up

PJK [12:16pm]: no I would think not. Though that explains her reaction a bit better

You didn’t even want to know. 

She did kick that guy out the second she heard your scream though, drunk as she was. But it didn’t stop her from moping for a week at your new rule.

Tough, you’d had a test the next day, so your decision was final. 

Your academics wouldn’t pay the price for someone else’s actions. On that you were and always have been, firm. You’ve even lost a few friends because of it.

But now your starting to wonder why he wanted to message you in the first place.

You [12:17pm]: i dont mean to be rude, but why did you save my number? To be honest i didnt think I’d hear from you again after monday

PJK [12:18pm]: well if we’re being honest…

There are a million different ways he could follow that sentence, and your mind is simultaneously running through all of them.

It takes him a few minutes, and a couple disappearance and reappearances of the texting in progress bubble, before a reply comes. Your pencil may or may not be a bit chewed on the end as a result.

PJK [12:21pm]: I was hoping that we could be friends, or acquaintances at least. I dont mean to come on too strong, its just that…. well you’re the only one whos really treated me like a regular guy, and i’d like to have at least one person to speak to who wont ‘glaze over the truth with pretty white lies’ just because of who I am. Its a surprisingly hard attribute to come by in people when you have words like “prince” and “your highness” attached to your name PJK [12:22pm]: Everyone either wants something from me or something I can do for them, and when we met? I could see you just…didn’t. It’s like you didnt even care I was there and that was incredibly refreshing for me PJK [12:23pm]: so um, yeah… that’s why

Oh… 

Oh. 

You were expecting anything else. Like literally anything else. He could’ve messaged you saying he wanted to give up being prince to join a traveling circus and was wondering if you knew the quickest train route into town and you would’ve been less surprised than you are right now.

But…Friends? He just wanted to be friends?

You guess you played your part a little too well on Monday. A part you didn't even realize you were performing. 

Was it really so difficult for people to treat him normally that the only person who had done so in three days, was you? And it was so noticeable that he sought you out because of it? His professors, at least, would have treated him like any other student…right?

You sit up, sketch long discarded on your bedside table. 

What would Yuri think about this? What would Nel think? Jungkook isn't just some guy from your Advanced Colour Theory class, he's the prince of your kingdom. 

You know your boyfriend wouldn't care if Jungkook kissed your hand in a passing greeting, that’s the standard greeting for every woman. 

But friends? 

Regular contact? 

Potentially being seen in public with him? 

Even a high ranking societal man would feel threatened, let alone Nel; the highschool boy you fell in love with from your tiny hometown.

Biting your lip, you think. 

You’re not an idiot. You know if people see you—a girl—hanging out with Jungkook—the prince, but more importantly, a boy—publicly, they will start talking. You know how the media make grand stories from two anonymously sourced, out of context quotes and a grainy picture from 100 feet away. 

What you don’t know is if you would or even could handle the public speculation that came with that. 

You don't want the media to come between you and your education. You don’t want to be at the center of attention. You worked way too hard to get where you are to have it washed away with a shitty ‘Prince Jungkook's college fling’ article that holds headlines for less than a week before the news cycle changes. 

Your credibility would be gone in an instant. And you’d only ever be remembered as ‘that girl the prince probably slept with in college.’

You should say no.

You’re going to say no.

—Wait.

Are you even allowed to say no?

Your phone pings again.

PJK [12:24pm]: i really just want my university experience to be as normal as possible before having to trade it all in for a crown and kingdom. It’s my last shot to experience life as a person before becoming a symbol and im hoping youll be kind enough to help me with that  PJK [12:24pm]: but i understand if you dont want to. Like i said in my speech, im not unaware of the repercussions of my celebrity, and its effects on others, both positive and negative. So please by all means, whatever answer you give, i’ll understand

Shit.

Shit!

Now you’ll feel like an ass if you say no, and you know that wasn’t his intention with the message, but you can't help it. He just wants to be as ordinary as he can be for a while. That isn’t a lot to ask—of anybody. 

After re-reading his messages about a dozen more times, you find your entire view of Jungkook shifting in an instant. 

Maybe he was the spoiled, rich, and plate delivered opportunities prince you expected him to be, but funnily enough, somewhere along the way it was you who forgot that he was an regular person. Just like you had told Yuri such a short time ago, and just like you now had to remind yourself. 

Jungkook’s really not much different than someone without all the special features his title brings him.

And with that in mind, you know your reply.

You [12:30pm]: can i think about it?

And not seconds later.

PJK [12:30pm]: absolutely.

A breath you didn’t know you were holding releases.

PJK [12:31pm]: that’s already further than i thought i’d get—if we’re still being honest. 

You [12:33pm]: im always honest, you dont have to worry about that. And same goes for you, dont worry about being truthful with me. Lies only create problems, and i dont have the time for them

PJK [12:35]: glad to hear it. I look forward to your answer, whenever and whatever you decide

Gently tossing your phone back onto your bed, you leave the conversation at that. You know you wouldn’t be able to make your mind up without going through all possible outcomes in your head first. And Yuri is usually a good enough listener to pipe in with decent advice now and then. 

So, for now, you pick up your pencil and sketch pad, and wait for Yuri to return from her afternoon class. 

A few hours later, and a decent way through your third life study, Yuri bursts through the front entryway. Your bedroom door’s open, and you’ve got a clear view of her shucking off her shoes and outer layers after casting her books onto the dining room table. 

So much for your focus. 

But you're glad she’s back, your conversation with Jungkook from earlier is still wracking your brain.

“YN, Sweets! You are NEVER going to believe the day I’ve had!” Yuri makes her way over to your bed, inhaling deeply enough you know a monologue is about to follow.

“Me too! But you first,” you slip in before the floodgates burst, knowing all her focus will be solely centered on you the second you mention Jungkook reaching out. 

“Jungkook invited me to lunch!” 

Or maybe not.

“Well sort of, that’s why I’m late getting back. He asked if there was a more secluded place to eat on campus,” she says the word like it’s a secret. Like she thinks he asked for seclusion to have it be a more intimate setting with her, versus a more private space for him. 

“So I showed him that little cafe behind the greenhouse that no one ever goes to cuz it’s too far away from central campus—you know the one that might as well just be a part of the greenhouse cuz of how close it is?” 

You nod. You were very familiar with that cafe, frequently going there to paint the flowers in the windows, and also, to think. But she doesn’t know that. It was sort of a safe haven for you, because like she said, it wasn’t a very popular place on campus, so it was quiet. 

You didn’t know Yuri even knew about it. 

Now sitting criss-crossed on the end of your bed, she continues, “Yeah, so I brought him there and we both got coffee, then I got a croissant and he got a sandwich. But YN, get this: we take. our coffee. the. same. way. Try and tell me we’re not made for one another now! Same major, same coffee, next thing you know we’ll be finding out we’d picked out the same baby names.” 

She stops to take a breath and you take your cue. “Woah there, Yurls, slow down a bit on that last one,” she makes a face at you. You ignore it. “But I think it’s great you're making a new friend that you have common interests with and are excited about,” you say, putting extra emphasis on ‘friend,’ thinking back to your conversation with Jungkook about people only ever wanting things he could give them. Surely you could subtly help your friend this way. “Just try to remember you have to be friends first before anything else happens.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Friends? YN please! We’re practically already dating, that’s three times in as many days he’s asked to hang out,” she closes her eyes, hugging herself. “I can almost hear the wedding bells.”

You look at her plainly and try your best not to sigh. 

She must know that this is just Jungkook taking her up on her offer, right? The one she made after seeing him off to the cafe by the biz-admin building the other day?

Before they parted ways, Yuri’d mentioned to him that if he wanted more inside knowledge or help getting around the campus he could ask her. And it made sense, having all their classes in the same area, when he said, ‘I’ll take you up on that.’

You know, because not unlike this conversation, she’d rushed home right after to tell you. 

Jungkook’s just trying to get his bearings in what is clearly still a very new experience for him and Yuri’s reading into it all wrong. 

You look at your friend who’s staring dreamily at nothing, more than likely caught up in whatever wedding scenarios of herself and Jungkook her brain is creating. 

Waving a fruitless hand in front of her face before snapping your fingers, you break her trance. “Helloooo? Earth to Yuri, come back down here please so I can talk some sense into youuuuu.” 

“I’m here,” she says, smacking your hand away playfully, gaze snapping to your less than amused one. Her smile falters at the sight. “What’s that look for?”

“Oh nothing, just that you sound like a delusional teenager instead of a functional adult at university pursuing a degree. You just met the guy three days ago and you’re already picturing your wedding together? Because you hung out over coffee twice and showed him where his classes are? He’s still a stranger, Yuri. Can’t you hear yourself?”

Her expression quickly changes to one of offense, and maybe even hurt. 

Perhaps you’d been a little too honest, but it’s not like this was new for you two. Sometimes she needed a swift blow to knock her down and she knows this, she knows you’d never intend to hurt her feelings. You always wanted what was best for her, and you know she feels the exact same way for you. 

So you’re shocked when she says, “You know you don’t have to be such a bitch about it if you’re going to be jealous,” crossing her arms defensively.

Jealous? You are anything but jealous, and you wonder why that’s where her mind jumps to first, brows scrunching in confusion.

“I’m not jealous. Have you forgotten about Nel? Boyfriend of five years, highschool sweetheart, ringing a bell?”

“Nel’s not a prince YN,” she counters in a tone so even, it’s unsettling. “And it wouldn’t be so unheard of for a woman in a relationship to be jealous of her friend who’s in one with a prince she wants for herself.” 

Oh, so that’s where she wants to go with this. She thinks that Jungkook will somehow make you forget about the five wonderful years with Nel. Like half a decade measures up to nothing if it means getting someone with a better name and a bigger paycheck. 

Fine.

If she wants to get bitchy about it, so will you. 

“Yeah, well it’s a good thing you’re not dating one then, isn’t it? Don’t get so defensive when all I’m doing is trying to help you see that.”

Yuri stands dramatically from the bed, clearly pissed, and storms out of your room, grabbing her things from the dining room table.

“I’m going to my macroeconomics class. By the time I get back, either have your door closed, or don’t be here.”

She leaves as rushed as she came, and you try not to flinch at the front door slamming shut, but do anyway. 

You shove your work off to the side, bringing your knees up to rest your elbows on while the palms of your hands cover your eyes, giving yourself a moment to breathe and process. 

This isn’t the first time this has happened and it certainly won't be the last. It was a downside between your personalities. You were the anchor who kept her from soaring too high in the clouds, just like she was the helium that kept you from drowning. 

But sometimes she wanted to see the stars, and sometimes you were scared of the surface. 

Releasing a deep breath, you decide to head out, having finished school for the day anyway. You only had morning classes on Wednesdays—an intentional scheduling on your behalf to have somewhat of a break midweek. You work hard but also know that burnout can kill.

Switching out your pencils for watercolour paint trays, and your sketchpad for your watercolour paper, you decide that the greenhouse sounded great right about now, especially now that you knew Yuri wouldn’t be there. 

There isn’t a better place for you to go and blow off some steam. 

Tossing your brushes, materials, travel water and wallet in a tote, you slide on your shoes and leave the dorm. The door closes much quieter this time. 

Chapter Three: Greenhouse Muses and Surprise Guests

A/N 2: I’m pretty sure this is the shortest chapter in the series (so far) but as you’ve read it’s an important step so I hope that’s okay!

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[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: Where you remember some bad memories and almost get into an accident.

CH-4: Bad memories and a deery situation

TW: Truma flashbacks and strong languages. Though Angel being here means there's gonna strong language every chapter.

Wait you guys?!? What the fuck happened? please tell me I'm just hallucinating from my drinks!'Angel practically screamed as he frantically looked around at the animals around him which sounded like his friends. Charlie looked at Angel sympathetically. Angel was now a white furry spider with a big pink heart on his back with two of his big mismatched eyes and six small pink eyes.'Clam down angel, we'll explain everything' Charlie said, preparing to tell the tale of her mistake again.

Angel's mind was practically blown after he heard Charlie's story. 'What the fuck do we do now?? I was just wondering where the hell everyone went since the hotel was feeling empty. I never imagined get sucked in a book like this' Angel freaked out more. 'And worse looking like this!'

'Clam down angel.. we'll figure something out.. eventually..' Charlie cringed mentally as she said that since all of this was practically her fault. If she had only listened to Vaggie back then, this wouldn't happen. Meanwhile while they were talking Niffty went around the house looking for something to clean with. This place was rather filthy in her opinion and she wanted to clean it. But she had to find something of her size to clean with. After some searching she came across a small brush perfect for cleaning and she could hold it in her mouth. Cleaning with brush in her mouth was much harder then she imagined, but she was determined to make this place squeaky clean.

Meanwhile you reached the city soon enough, parking your car, you quickly headed to the nearest super market. You finished picking your stuff soon enough. Making sure to get enough dog foods and treats.You bought enough to last a week.

Since you live alone now and you didn't really want to drive for over an hour total everyday to buy foods. After completing the purchase, you picked up the bags in both hands and headed towards your car. While walking, someone suddenly called you.

Looking back you saw some man with shit eating grin checking you up and down. "Hey doll~ need a man's help carrying that many bags?" You internally gagged at his words. But you forced a tight smile on your face. "No, it's quite alright my good sir. These little bags feel nothing to me!"

To emphasize your point you pulled the bags higher and twirled around a little. "But I do thank you for your most gracious offer" with a fake smile you turned around and started walking again. The man was quite shocked at your strength. Even he could tell the bags were quite heavy.

While walking, some angry shouts reached your ears. Looking at the source of sound, you noticed it was a couple nearby who were blaming each other for something. You became tensed and uncomfortable at their screaming and started to walk faster. You desperately wanted to drown out their screams as soon as you could before...oh..

'You are a disgrace to our family!'

'You are a bad example for our daughter, we don't want you near her!'

'I really hope you won't turn out to be a disappointment like your mother!'

'You lying bitch! My son did nothing wrong!'

'Can you do anything right?!'

'look at me when I talk!'

Tears strung at your eyes and memories started to storm through your brain. You desperately tried to forget them as much as you can. You really hated screaming or being screamed at. It made you want to rush to a quiet place,and blast music in your ears till those screams were drowned. You bit your cheek and held your tears in. When you reached your car, you quickly put down the bags and just sat on seat, trying to collect yourself and your thoughts. 'alright I can do this, you're a big girl now (y/n) and they aren't here anymore, collect yourself.' you told yourself as you as you started the car and wiped your eyes.

The rest of the journey was going rather smoothly. You were humming alongside your favourite songs playing in the car. You were close to your cabin. You looked down for a second to change a song as no other car was in the road. But when you looked up at the road, suddenly there was a deer, standing right middle on the road, looking straight at your car. Panic took over your mind as you pushed the break as fast as you could. A bad screeching sound was heard as your car stopped meters away from the deer.

It felt like the deer suddenly came into life. Your (e/c) eyes locked with the deer's red eyes for a split second before the deer sprinted away within the forest beside the road. You gripped the steering wheel hard, breathing heavily from what just happened. Your shopping bags were now on the floor of the car. You were sure some of the eggs you bought broke. You just hoped all of them didn't. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to clam yourself down. This day was just going great.

You put the bags up and started driving again. This time, a lot slower then before. You finally reached your home, parking the car, you took out the bags and went in front of the door. You quickly opened the lock of the door, pushing the door inside. "Home,sweet home" you mumbled. The puppy ran straight at you holding your detailing brush..? In her mouth? Crouching, you put the groceries down and picked up the puppy as it let go off the brush and barked at you happily. You were largely unaware of a pair of red eyes watching you from the distance.

Walking inside and closing the door, you noticed your floors looking a lot...cleaner then before. You looked at the fallen brush which now had dirt on it and then at the puppy. "Did you do this darling? Did you clean my room while I was gone?" You only got some small barks in return. Looking ahead you saw the sheep coming out of your room with the moth on its head as usual. You crouched down again, holding the puppy with one hand and extending the other. "Come here little ewe, I need you guys a bit" The sheep somehow understood what you meant as it came into your arms. The moth again flew to your hair. You held both the puppy and the sheep close in a warm hug, feeling today's fatigue slowly fading away.

"Thank you guys.." you mumbled. In reply the sheep nuzzled into your neck a bit more, the puppy licked your cheek a little and the moth buzzed a little on top of your head. You slowly let go off the animals as you stood up. "Welp,there's no use moping around, let's get you some food puppy!" you took the groceries inside and pulled out the dog food. You picked out a bowl and poured some of the food inside and gave it to Niffty. Niffty began to eat as soon as you put down the plate which startled you. "Guess you were really hungry huh?" You said smiling.

You decided to properly sort through the groceries later. For now you choose to just put the perishable foods like meat and milk inside the freeze. You wanted to begin working as soon as you could so you could distract yourself for a bit. You went into your room to change. After changing into more comfortable clothes, you sat on the chair and turned on your laptop. You were an online newspaper editor. It was your job to make sure there are no typos or mistakes and everything was written well. You would change the narrative of some lines to make them appear more 'exciting' to read, without changing the truth of course.

While waiting for your page to load,you absentmindedly looked around your room. ' Hmm..i should probably get some paintings for the wall, it looks rather empty. Oh look there's a big spider on one corner watching me. As for pillows, I should buy some-'

'THERE'S A BIG SPIDER??'

A.N:(Please read) Just wanted to let you guys know, English isn't my first language. So if y'all find any grammatical errors, I'm really sorry. I'll get back to editing again once my exams are over :')

Also our reader is going to be a physically strong girl, not too much, but stronger than average. So yes she has a bit of muscle. It'll be explained later.

Also reader is a big fan of hazbin hotel:). I wasn't sure to make them a fan or not but think of all the fun scenarios of the characters going through your fanfic history and your thirsty posts about them. Wouldn't that be a sight to see ? :)

*Sips tea cutely*

Author out✌️

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[reasonsmandy]

With love, Eddie Roundtree

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — saw you're taking requests for eddie roundtree x reader so i wanted to ask if you could do something inspired by either tear in my heart (twenty one pilots) or lets fall in love for the night (finneas)!! love ur writing btw!!

✧.* you're reading part one, here's the sequel — Dear Eddie Roundtree

✧.* summary — Your life in the acting business has been very stressful, but in one night Eddie makes you forget about it all.

✧.* warnings — Extremely fluffy content, mentions of drinking and drugs.

✧.* word count — 2.2k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I tried to mix a little bit of the two songs, I don't know if I managed to do something very good. but i hope you like it 🫶🏾

"We'll send Harold to your set more often, the gossip magazines will start planting the idea that you two are together." Your manager said excitedly, he insisted on the idea that you should fake a relationship with actor Harold Schmidt. "I can already see the headlines: Y/N L/N and Harold Schmidt the Hollywood lovebirds"

"That would be the most ridiculous thing I've ever read!" You say rolling your eyes with a glass of water in hand.

"Well, I don't care!" Your manager says, getting a little mad. "You know you need these rumors to boost your name, and you're lucky that Harold agreed to fake this relationship with you."

"I don't need anyone to get my name to boost Adam!" You say irritably. "And besides, no one will believe I have something with this guy, we never talked before!"

"Stop making things more complicated Y/N." He says. "You know it's going to be the best for your career, now rest … tomorrow we have recording early"

He leaves you alone in your apartment, you put your face to the pillow and let out a scream in it. Being an actress was amazing, but there were things that frustrated you a lot in the profession like what you were experiencing now, you had never exchanged a word with this Harold guy and now you had to pretend to be madly in love with him for everyone. Just thinking about it sounded crazy.

Despite all this fake dating mess Adam wanted to shove you down into, you couldn't stop thinking about what happened a few days ago. You received an invitation to attend the party of the band Daisy Jones and the six. It was a really fun night where you finally managed to distract yourself a little and it was also the night you met Eddie Roundtree, one of the nicest people you've come in contact with in such a long time.

Let's say you had gotten along quite well…

You weren't really in the mood to leave your apartment, but you felt that if you stayed another two hours listening to your manager talk about absurd things about how you should fake a scandal for your name to go up you would go crazy. So when Daisy Jones' invitation reached you, you thought: Why not?

Which was exactly why you were now in Billy Dunne's backyard, having a beer and smoking a joint. Nothing very interesting seemed to happen around you and there wasn't anyone very interesting to talk to.

Well, at least the music is good... You thought.

As you traveled in your thoughts and watched the unknown people around you, Eddie Roundtree watched you too, he stared at you trying to remember where he knew you from.

"I'm telling you man, she must have stopped by the studio sometime." Warren says to the bassist.

"I'm sure that's not it, otherwise I wouldn't remember her" Eddie says frustrated.

"Eddie, man!" Warren changed his expression, he looked amazed at something. "Rollerball!!! She was in the Rollerball movie!"

"Holy shit, that was it! I knew I knew her somewhere." Eddie beams, overjoyed that he finally remembered. "I didn't remember she was so beautiful, man…"

"Go talk to her!" The drummer says, pushing his friend towards the actress.

You notice the two best friends laughing and pointing in your direction, not understanding you turn to look behind you but no one was there. You arch your eyebrows hoping they'll notice that you saw them, which takes a few minutes to happen.

The blonde approaches you, with a smile on his face and two beers in his hand. He sits down next to you, handing you the drink.

"I have a challenge for you." he says, catching your attention. "Tell me a song you like and if I get a part of the lyrics right, you spend the night talking to me."

"Look, I didn't even need the challenge, I really would have talked to you without a problem" You say laughing. "But since you offered…"

Eddie Roundtree: I was so lucky that Camila showed me this song *chuckled*

Y/N L/N: He had changed 50% of the words in the song but he seemed like a nice guy, so I pretended he got it right.

"Y/N that's my name" you say while taking a sip of beer "You are?"

"I'm Eddie" he smiles, taking a closer look at your face.

You spent a few hours talking about everything, it was impressive how he managed to talk about any subject you proposed. He really seemed to be interested in what you had to say, something you missed. You told him that since you moved to Los Angeles you haven't been to any of the tourist spots in the area, which he found absurd, and that's why you were in Roundtree's car going through the city streets with no final destination.

"I can't believe we're doing this" you laugh at the situation, probably the beers you had had made you a little happy. "I don't even know you well and I'm in your car going to unknown places."

"Ouch!" He pretends to be offended. "I told you my whole life tonight, what do you mean you don't know me?"

"Oh yes, of course I apologize" You laugh looking deep into his eyes, something inside you wanted to be closer to him.

"Wanna get a swim?" he says, parking the car close to the beach, you could hear the waves from afar.

"That's a terrible idea..." You say getting out of the car, alarmed he gets out too. "I'm in!"

You take off your shoes leaving them near the car, running wildly towards the dark sea. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, taking his shoes off and chasing after you, or at least trying to.

You wait for him where you could just feel the water on your feet, he approaches holding you by the waist and going with you into the sea. Would it be crazy to feel so connected to someone in one night? You didn't know, and you didn't care! When the icy water came into contact with your body and his body heat kept that feeling more intense, nothing else mattered.

Trying to fix the locks of your hair, you looked at him in disbelief with everything you were experiencing that night, it's been so long since you've felt alive like this, free from any pressure.

"I feel like I've known you since forever, Eddie Roundtree." You whisper, kissing the blonde's lips intensely.

He holds you tighter, as if he wants to remember this moment forever, the fear of forgetting what he was experiencing in the morning was intense. After all, with all that they had both smoked and drunk, it was probably that the passion, that love, would fade from their memories during their rest until tomorrow.

The early morning wind hits your bodies making you shiver with cold. You soon decided it was better to get back in the car and go somewhere else. Eddie didn't care that the car would be wet because of your clothes, nothing else mattered to him, that night was so intense and wonderful that he just wanted to stop time to have you there with him a little more.

And logically, after smoking so much, the munchies hit, so nothing more plausible than changing your destination to the nearest bar. It was hard to find anything open at that hour, but after several turns you finally managed to spot one.

There were just the two of you and one other man who was clearly begging for you two to leave as soon as possible, so he could get to sleep.

"I don't think I'll remember anything tomorrow, my head is already exploding" You say, drinking some of the juice you ordered.

"Is that so?" Eddie asks, stroking your hand across the table.

"Uhum" You mumbled, and he could tell that you were getting tired and needed some sleep. "But don't worry, I promise you that if I forget about you tomorrow I at least fell in love with you tonight."

Your words made him feel butterflies in his stomach, he looked at you with affection and without containing the smile that grew on his face. He didn't want to settle for the idea that he wouldn't see you anymore.

"Did you fall in love with me too Eddie Roundtree?" You say sleepily, slurring your words as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"I for sure did, Y/N L/N." He says, getting up to pay the bill. A few seconds later he comes back. "Can you tell me where you live? I will drop you off at home."

"No please, I want to spend more time with you." You whisper, closing your eyes with long blinks.

"I promise you will see me again" He says, stroking your hair. "Now tell me pretty girl, where can I drop you off?"

You tell the bassist the address of your apartment, so soon after he takes you to the car trying his best to avoid making you feel the wind with wet clothes, afraid you might catch the flu or something.

As the sun slowly rose, you fell asleep in the passenger seat. Roundtree slowed the car down so as not to wake you up with the potholes in the road leading to your house. Admiring you in the moments when he didn't have to keep his eyes on the road, a smile appears on the blonde's face as he observes how much prettier you look with the sunlight on you.

He wakes you up when he arrives at the scene, you mumble something he doesn't understand and you hide your face in his neck, he feels butterflies in his stomach with the contact and already misses you when he finally has to say goodbye.

"So I think that's it…" Eddie said, holding your hands. "Take care, pretty girl".

"You too baby." You place a peck on the blonde's lips, then hug him for a few seconds. "You better not forget me huh."

"How could I?" He smiles, letting go of your hands. "I'll see you."

"I hope so." you say, walking into your apartment and soon falling asleep on the couch.

…

The sun was already setting and you were ready to spend the rest of the night watching anything on television. When Adam shows up opening your door like he has an emergency going on.

"Adam what the fuck!" You exclaim, trying to calm down from the fright, he came in with a box in his hands and a magazine in the other. "What the hell is going on?"

"Y/N L/N you naughty girl, if you were dating you should just have told me!" He says sitting next to you, handing you the magazine. "Now it makes sense why you rejected my fake dating idea"

The magazine had a picture of you in a bar, an orange juice in front of you. You had the straw between your teeth smiling at the man in front of you. Your hair was wet and your clothes looked soaked too, as did the man in front of you in the photo, Eddie. He was looking at you with a smile, his eyes were closed if you looked fast, but as you knew that smile very well you knew that when he smiles his eyes shrink. The headline read: Y/N L/N and Eddie Roundtree the romance of the Stars.

You quickly open to the indicated page to read what it said.

Sub Rosa

AUGUST 9, 1977

Eddie Roundtree and Y/N L/N! they are the definition of a star couple

No, your eyes are not deceiving you! Last night after one of the parties given by rock star Billy Dunne, our Hollywood star Y/N L/N was seen with the bassist of Daisy Jones and the six: Eddie Roundtree, leaving the party.

The charming bassist was rumored to have been with L/N throughout the event and he was even seen with our favorite actress in a bar a few hours after the party. Although this is the first time we've seen these lovebirds in public together, you must agree that they make a great couple.

Would that be the end of Y/N's single life?

You finish reading in disbelief, bursting out with a hearty laugh at the last sentence.

"They basically called me a spinster!" You say when you're done laughing, taking a breath to compose yourself. "Look, me and Eddie we-"

You are interrupted by Adam again, who hands you the box he had in his hands when he entered. Curious you take it, seeing a note on top that you decide to read later, inside the box there was a cassette tape, a rose and a napkin with a phone number.

You are still confused and decide to read the note.

Hey pretty girl, I hope you're doing well.

As I promised you, through these things I decided to earnestly ask you to let me have more wonderful nights by your side.

On the tape you'll find my attempt to sing that song you told me you loved, the rose is for pure chivalry and the phone number, well... I think that's clear.

I hope to hear your voice soon…

With love, Eddie Roundtree.

...

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Mea Culpa

16+ just in case | 1,8k. words | Enrico Maxwell x gn! Reader | secret affair | not proofread | some angst and sexual innuendos

A/N: I can't believe you guys made me simp for this piece of shit not my worst tho

[Outside London, Royal Villa "Crownie House"]

The secret emergency meeting concerning "Millennium" will soon begin.

You were surprised to hear that the british government also requested Vatican officials to be present - but then again it was those bastard who assisted them back during WW2.

Well, in the end their information always proved to be valuable...let's just hope they're willing to cooperate for a change.

It was eery quiet as you made your way towards the main hall, most of the security focused either outside the building or close to the queen.

No wonder it was so easy for him to snatch you...

A gloved hand on your mouth kept you from screaming as you were dragged into a dark hallway, his body firmly pressed against you from behind.

"There you are" a familiar voice breathed into your ear, seemingly enjoying how you writhe against him. "You little protestant wench..."

Instantly your distraught evaporated, and as soon as he loosened his embrace you turned around to glare at that unfairly pretty face of his, crossing your arms in a condescending manner.

"Long time no see, you catholic zealot" you spit in annoyance, and he lets out an overexaggerated gasp, thinking you're merely joining in on the innocent banter. "My my, such a foul mouth." His eyes darken a tone before he playfully wriggles his eyebrows. "You should watch your tongue...or I'll have to put it to better use."

"You've got some nerve!" You softly punch his chest, aggravated by his carelessness. "We're basically at war, infiltrated by enemies, and you think it's funny to almost give me a heartattack?!"

"Right, you're right...I'm sorry, dear." Still getting lashed out at, he takes the chance to grasp one of your hands, settling a placating kiss to your knuckles. "I just couldn't wait any longer to hold you in my arms again."

Tz, acting all gentleman after the things he's done to you already...

Enrico's voice is smooth as honey and just as sweet, gazing up at you with those mesmerizing tanzanite irises. He is a fairly handsome man and infuriatingly aware of that fact.

Damn it.

Feeling your anger subside you roll your eyes at him, not wanting to cave just yet. "...you-you're obnoxious, do you know that?"

"And you are adorable, especially when you're mad" he snorts out a laugh, daring to put his hands on either side of your hip. Since you don't complain he pulls you close again, head resting on your shoulder as he sighs. "How I've missed you...seeing you here is like a ray of sun brightening those darkest of times."

You tried to ignore how his words pulled precizely at your heart strings, determined to heed everyone's warning: The bishop is like a sly fox, his silver tongue and seemingly approacable act easily manipulating others according to his will.

Even those close to him due to their line of work say that this man doesn't have a heart...

...and yet, even though knowing this, you can't help but be affectioned so pathetically much by him every time you meet.

"...I missed you too, I guess." Closing your eyes, you wrap your arms around him as well, feeling his shoulders relax. His hands won't leave your body as he gifts you a blissful smile, making you desperately want to believe not everything about this man is fake.

"Please tell me Anderson isn't here as well..." You shudder remembering how he almost caught you two back at the museum. "He'd stab me if he knew what I'm doing with his protégée."

"Former" Maxwell reminds you, poking your forehead. "I'm his superior now, and I wouldn't let him." Yeah, great consolation. You've seen how this ended last time.

"Besides" he refrained from using any foul words to adress your boss, but the grudge against her was still very present. "I bet Lady Integra wouldn't all too thrilled either." You chuckle awkwardly, thinking back to their first encounter. "Well...she used to say you're a cunning, bitter man that always has an ulterior motive."

The bishop's face turns into a frown. "Cunning? Certainly. Bitter...perhaps." Oh, unusually reflected. "But an ulterior motive? Why would you say that all of a sudden?"

Nothing ever goes past him, so he easily notices the slight discomfort in your expression. "Hey..." he softly lifts your chin as he speaks, chuckling at the hilarious thought he'd seduce enemies for information. "I do have my own goals, but they don't invove you. This here was...not part of my plan, to say the least."

It's up to yourself whether to believe him or not, and despite all signs testify against him you nod quietly, leaning into his touch.

"Good girl..." he coos, placing a tender kiss on the corner of your mouth, making it slowly turn into a smile. "You know, we still got time...let me give you a taste of what I'll to do to you later..."

Maxwell twirls you around again, lips brushing against your neck, softly raising blood to the surface. "A filthy heathen being so beautiful..." he mocks playfully, an ounce of wonder in his voice. "But protestant or not, I will make you scream for god either way."

You moan much to his delight, his hands busying themselves to explore every part of you he can grasp. "See what you make a man of faith do, little siren? You're my only temptation, my own personal taste of heaven...do you know that?"

"M-Maxwell...sto-op..." And yet his hands slide into your pants despite you trying to stop him. This was a heavily guarded place and far from the right time at that, but your resolve started to grow weak under his skillfull hands, grip on his wrist faltering.

Both of you got carried away, were so lost in each other that you only noticed you weren't alone when you heard the clock of a gun, aimed right at the bishop's head.

Play with fire, prepare to get burned, or so they say.

"Get your disgusting hands off of my handmaid" Integra demanded in that low, authorative tone of hers. "At once!"

Maxwell's eyes widen at the sight of the barrel, quickly retracting his hands and getting some distance between you. The situation was pretty obvious, but he couldn't risk revealing that you wanted it - it would mark you as traitor...so denying it is.

Gladly lying comes as easy to him as breathing.

He glanced over to you briefly, hoping you'd understand the sentiment before putting on his trademark smirk, shrugging. "Whatever you think it is you saw, my fair Lady Hellsing, I merely helped your lost assistant find the way."

You on the other hand were frozen in place, watching over Integra's shoulder - and to your horror seeing practically the entirety of Hellsing and Iscariot looking at your dissheveled self. Integra went absolutely ballistic at the man, but you couldn't even make out what exactly they were arguing about as you went into a full-blown panic attack.

"M'lady, I am just as enraged as you are" Walter interrupts the two squabblers, "But in dire times like these we cannot afford conflict with our temporary allies."

After a while of fighting to regain her composure she is still subtly boiling with anger. "Fine...for now. This isn't over yet" she hisses, lowering her weapon before turning to you. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

Seeing all eyes on you now you couldn't help but feel embarrassed beyond belief. You frantically shake your head, tears dwelling in your eyes as you tuck your clothes back into place. "The-the meeting will start soon..." you snivel, "I'll be off. Excuse me."

Maxwell felt his chest narrow hearing your saddened noises, yet as much as he wanted to rush after you, he couldn't. Mustn't. "What a shame..." he couldn't help but say aloud, "...poor thing..."

SLAP

Everyone gasped when Lady Hellsing hit the bishop's cheek with her backhand, putting all of her pent up hatred into the attack. His warriors already drew their weapons, but he made a dismissing gesture.

"Let them be, they're not worth it. As far as I'm concerned, this is settled."

This meeting, though short, felt like it lasted an eternity. You felt Enrico's eyes linger on you the whole time, even when there was quite literally people being killed on live TV.

You felt humiliated and foolish...but at the same time incredibly thankful for him accepting the blame without hesitating, just to spare you suspicion. He could've easily deflected those horrible accusations of having forced himself on you, and you would've completely understood.

There was nothing to gain from it, so why did he protect you?

To add to that confusion, his actions painfully reminded you of the fact that while all odds were against you, an affection was blossoming in your heart that got harder and harder to suppress.

Maybe he isn't so that bad after all.

After everything was settled and the attendees made their leave, you waited at the very same spot than before, in a naive hope that he had the same idea.

And really, you soon heard his voice echoing through the mansion.

"Oh please" Maxwell sneered, his second, vicious nature showing through. "You know how I think about that. I don't need anyone. Never have, never will."

Ouch.

Peeking around the corner you see him walk with what appears to be an Iscariot official, conversing with your secret lover. You recognize him, he was present when you were caught in the act. It was certainly not the worst thing one had seen a catholic do, and Maxwell's influence and corruption in his own rows was growing too deep already. So him breaking his vow of chastity wouldn't cause any repercussions. You'd be shocked how much the Vatican let's slip.

"I'm just saying" the other man notes, "That's not just your personal business, it's a dangerous game you're playing with that Hellsing girl."

"This again?" Maxwell scoffs, trying not to lose face in front of his own people. "None of those vermin matter. She's just a plaything, a filthy protestant harlot. It's just fun defiling an enemy, nothing mo-" His words get stuck in his throat when he passes your hallway, heart stopping a beat as his eyes lock with yours.

He messed up. Shit. Shit!

Both men stare at you wordlessly for a while and you bite back the tears to not appease to their wicked glee. Upon seeing you he changes his demeanor like a goddamn performance and finally you connect the pieces...he's just like a robot mimicking human behavior.

How could you have been so blind?!

He's trying to reach out for you, but you wince back, looking at him with utter disgust. Taking a deep breath, you grid a weak "fuck you..." before turning around and leaving away just like that.

You hear him call after you, the panic of you hating him more important than his reputation after all. Yet you don't react, even when he runs after you, screaming your name. Walking until your feet give up, you make sure to be far away from any observers before allowing yourself to break down in heartscattering cries.

It was your fault for falling in love in the first place...

[aristotlecoyote]

Give Me A Spark

Pedro pascal/trans masc! Reader

Tw: Smoking, drinking, weed mention, panic attack

You met a man at a party. A wonderful man with a smile that lit up the entire room. A man who looked at you and made your heart jump.

You didn't know someone could do that. No one had ever made your heart fly with simple words. It had always been actions but this man did both.

It wasn't the best party. It wouldn't even reach your top 20 if you were pressed for it. But then Pedro showed up.

You knew his name before he introduced himself. Everyone cheered it when he walked in with a new keg and an ounce of weed. Even from your far off corner you could feel a magnet in your chest pulling toward him. If it wasn't for your friends, you probably would have gotten up to great him with the rest of the crowd. Instead, you friends pulled you back down on the couch and pushed a red solo shot cup into your hand. Your eyes never left the goofy man with the intoxicating smile bounce around the room.

Pedro didn't always stop to have a full conversation with every person. Most people he greeted as if he knew them and offered them a drink before moving to the next gaggle of eyes and hands. You noticed he gravitated toward to the kitchen every few feet but another person would pull him back into the meat of the party.

You stayed with your friends and watched. The spark of bravery to go up and introduce yourself quickly fading the more you saw Pedro lean into others' space. Mostly ladies but some guys got a special touch on the waist as the music went from ambient to blasting in your ears.

“Y/N!!!” Your friend slurred through her vodka soda. “This is our song!! You have to dance with me! Come on!!”

It was your song. The song that always got you on your feet any other party but as she dragged you to your feet, your chest grew tight. Your heart beat faster and faster. Was your binder too tight? Did you wear it for too long? Maybe this shirt wasn't the most flattering after all?

You were dragged into the thick of the dancing but you couldn't bring yourself to join. The sea of bodies around you ebbed and flowed with the beat. Constant movement and noise. Even the smell of all the people was overwhelming. A mix of body musk, perfume, and cologne. What did you smell like? Was everyone looking at you? It felt like everyone was looking at you when logically you knew everyone was busy dancing.

Out Out Out, Your brain screamed. You turned to your friend to find her gone. Instead you were face to face with the man you had been watching all night.

“Hey, Don't think we've been— Are you alright, man?” Pedro asked with that charming smile, those deep brown eyes that you had only seen as black dots across the room. A mustache that framed his smile. A patching beard that sort of reminded you of the one you were just starting to grow. He reached out to touch your shoulder with one of his large hands. Your chest grew tighter. You couldn't breathe.

In a moment of blind panic, you backed away. Covering your face and ducking down into the sea of people toward the safety of the outdoors. The Glass sliding doors were open to the humid summer night but it was a welcome coolness compared to all those people.

Your face felt hot. Your heart racing but you could breathe. Your eyes were pressed tightly closed as you just focused on breathing. Letting you mind go blank until your heart settled. You only opened your eyes open when you felt the sting of someone looking at you.

Turning to see who was watching you have a bit of a panic attack, you felt tears on your cheeks.

It was Pedro. Shit. This was the worst possible outcome. Your heart jumped back to a full 260 tempo. It hurt how fast it was beating. Like it was about to fly out of your chest and onto the floor.

But all he did was hold out a cigarette. One of his own between his lips as he offered it silently. You took it. You only smoked at parties so of course you took it. Holding it loosely in you lips as you waited for Pedro to pass you his lighter.

Pedro stepped into you personal space with a lighter in his hand. Held between the too of you, barely a foot apart, not including the 5 inches he had on you for height.

Flick Flick. Sparks. No light.

Flick flick. Sparks. No light.

“Damn. I was trying to be smooth and light that in one go. Not my night I guess” Pedro said, his voice low so only you could hear. A chuckle deep in his chest that you could almost feel in your own.

You laughed with him. Your heart still racing but it didn't hurt like it did before. It felt warm

Flick Flick Flick Flick. Spark Spark Spark. Flick Spark

“Looks like you need to work on getting it up, old man.”

“Yeah i do- Hey!!” He laughed right as the sparks took hold. A little flame between the two of you. “Now that was uncalled for. Maybe I shouldn't light this for you.” Pedro said as he lifted the lighter to the end of your cigarette.

You puff on it until it takes. Then as suavely as you could, took a long drag. Blowing the smoke off to the side. In one smooth motion, you noticed he put his lighter away but his cigarette was still perfectly unlit. Once yours was back between your lips, he tilted his head and leaned in to just the tips touched. Your cigarette lighting his.

You watched as he puffed until the light took. You watched his lips twitch, his jaw tighten. The muscles moving smoothly under the patch work beard that lined his jaw. He was even more beautiful up close then he was at a distance.

Pedro took a long drag and followed your example in blowing the smoke away. “As I was saying. I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Pedro”

“Y/N” you supply with a crack in your voice that made him blush right back at you.

“Pleasure to meet you. I was just calling you Handsome dude in the corner inside.” 

[dokeythings]

| stay next to me | (dokyeom)

*based off the song 'stay next to me' by quinn XCII :)

~lyrics~

"we should go somewhere,

you choose i don't care.

as long as you're right here.

stay next to me.

yeah, we can barely stand,

and we both don't know this band, 

i'll move just hold my hand,

stay next to me."

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Y/N POV

your head pulses as the music booms through this packed house, taunting you as you shuffle through bodies. your friends dragged you here on a Thursday night, promising you that this one would actually be fun. spoiler alert: it's not, but you already knew it wouldn't be. you lost them somewhere around 10:30. this left you to your own devices, which means in simple terms that you just want to get the hell out of here. there's a serene moment of peace where the band finally stops, just for it to start back up again. your anxiety picks up immensely as you realize you really are alone, not knowing anyone here but your friends who are MIA. your heart starts pounding and you feel like you need to leave right now. you try to make your way to the back of the house when you fully collide with someone. 

"oh! i'm so sorry, that was my totally my bad, i wasn't paying attention. let me help you up" an unidentified voice says, sounding sincere in their apology. 

you look up from your place on the ground to see genuinely the most beautiful man you've ever seen, looking down at you worriedly and holding his hand out to you. maybe good things do happen to good people, you think.

you take his hand and stand up, fixing your shirt in the process. "oh my gosh don't worry about it! i'm sorry about that" you say, stumbling over your words a little bit. you try to calm your nerves, but its clear you were on your way to some type of panic attack just seconds ago. 

you force yourself to make eye contact even though your heart is beating in your ear, and it was surely a mistake because he's looking at you with a sweet smile and the softest eyes you've ever witnessed. 

"i was just trying to find my friends, they ditched me again even though they promised they wouldn't, i haven't seen them in half an hour. you know you would think after dragging me here they would at least pretend to stick around for a while but.." you look up, breaking yourself free from your nervous rambling. "i'm sorry" you blush, embarrassed.

he smiles at you again, clearly amused by your outburst. he also notices your shaky hands, and the way you're breathing. 

"i totally get it, i'm in the same boat right now, if it makes you feel better" he admits softly. "can i get you anything? some water? food?" he asks, showing worry. 

you can't imagine someone like him being ditched by his friends. you also can't imagine him being worried about someone like you, you must be making it up in your head. you smooth your hands over your ruffled skirt. 

"i'm okay, thank you though." you smile up at him, not used to random guys being this kind to you. he hums an 'okay' in response and you shuffle on your feet, not knowing how to full the silence.

"plus, this band fucking sucks" he breathes out, in full sincerity. 

you giggle at his disgust as he shakes his head at them, "they really fucking do" you agree with him. his smile widens, and he looks nervous for a moment before he speaks up again. 

"wanna get out of here?" he asks, hopefully. you open your mouth after a moment of hesitation but before you can say anything he adds,

"shit. i know that sounds like such a cliche movie line, and i'm a total stranger and it's totally okay if you say no. but i was just gonna go for a walk around the block to get some air" he rushes out. 

you don't know if this is a mistake and something that is screaming STRANGER DANGER, but you feel completely comfortable with him. you can't think of a single good reason why you should stay in here, and you were in fact about to go out to get some air. 

"you know what? yeah actually, that would be nice" you say. you never usually do anything like this. but when the universe puts such a beautiful, tall, handsome opportunity in front of you, you take it.

"i'm dokyeom, by the way" he smiles gently at you, showing his teeth.

"i'm Y/N" you respond shyly. 

you look around at all the bodies you still have to get through to reach the doors, and wish you could just teleport outside. he notices your hesitation.

"it's okay, just hold my hand" he offers up his hand with a soft smile. you take it quickly, butterflies erupting in your stomach as he intertwines his fingers with yours. 

"stay next to me" he mumbles in your ear as he begins to lead you both through the crowd. 

you hold his hand tight as you try to follow in his footsteps. at one point you almost get separated, and you feel his hand hover lightly on your waist to guide you around the person in the way. you hate how giddy that made you feel. eventually you make it outside and the air hits you and you feel like you can finally breathe again.

"ah, this is much better" dokyeom says from next to you, stepping down off the front lawn and into the street. and you can't tell if he really suggested this for himself, or for you. you agree with him, stepping down to meet him. as he walks a bit ahead of you you slow down for a moment to really study him.

he appears brighter out here without all the chaos inside. his oversized striped long sleeve hangs off his torso. his baggy jeans fit him cutely as he shuffles towards the moonlight. you find yourself smiling at him. you might be being creepy right now, but you can't help it. he turns around promptly after realizing you aren't right next to him.

"i don't bite, promise" he smirks, chuckling a little at the distance between you. 

you blush as you walk quickly to catch up to him. "i'm sorry" you apologize. 

he smiles, nudging you softly with his shoulder, lightening up the mood. "we can go back inside and i can help you find your friends if you want" he offers, clearly picking up on your nerves. but the nerves aren't for the reason he's thinking. you really don't get much male attention, probably because you never put yourself out there. you're enjoying this, but also don't want to do or say something that makes you look like an idiot. 

you shake your head vigorously, saying "no, no no, this is perfect". you immediately do a facepalm because that was a stupid, desperate answer. 

you feel dokyeom gently pull your hand away from your face, giving you no option but to look at his face. 

"you're cute, you know" he chuckles. 

you don't even know how you're going to get through the rest of this interaction if he keeps making you feel this way.

you begin walking again, just taking in the breezy october air. he walks next to you, staying at a respectable distance, still hesitant about your nerves. between the darkness provided by the night, and the smell of his cologne on the wind, you feel a little braver all of a sudden. you inch your way closer to him in what you thought was a sneaky manner. apparently you were wrong.

he smirks to himself, noticing right away. 

"just cold" you mumble, lying straight through your teeth to try and bask your embarrassment.

"mmm, of course. in that case, let me warm you up" he says, letting you play out your lie, but you both know the truth. he drapes his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. he's so warm, and god he smells so good. he rubs his hand up and down your arm to shield you from the cold.

"Y/N!!" you hear from behind you. you sigh, recognizing those voices. you and dokyeom stop and turn around as he lets go of your shoulders. out of all times to find me, they choose now?

you give them an awkward wave after noticing them giggling over your current state, and especially the extremely handsome boy next to you. they walk closer to you guys saying, "girl we have been looking for you everywhere". they look back and forth between you and dokyeom, clearly wanting to catch up on everything they missed.

"i've been looking for you guys everywhere too, we ran into each other and decided to get some air" you say, shrugging casually as your friends raise their eyebrows.

"hey" dokyeom says, waving awkwardly. 

"well i'm very sorry to break up this love fest but we have to go right now, because daniella is on the verge of death we think" she says gesturing back to the front yard where your other friend is sitting with her head in her hands. they start dragging you away without even letting you think for a second. 

"wait! y/n" dokyeom says, jogging to catch up to you and holds your hand gently to stop you from being dragged away. 

he asks for your phone to which you give it to him without hesitation. you watch as he puts his phone number in your contacts. he hands back the phone, letting his fingers linger on yours for just a little longer than needed.

"call me, yeah?" he says, giving you his famous smile. something like nervousness crosses his face for a moment before he leans in and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. you're pretty sure you almost die. and yes, just from that simple gesture. 

"i- yes. i definitely will" you stutter, making him chuckle endearingly at you again. 

your friends go back to dragging you away and you turn around to look at him just as you are reaching the front yard. he waves back at you, adding a wink for good measure. thank god my friends dragged me to this party, you think.

[woodenplank-gt]

The Blizzard

Second part of my story!

CW: blood and minor character death

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Sage zipped through the trees, quickly dodging barren branches as she made her way to the border. She looked up at the clouds darkening above her. Great, looks like there's a storm coming. Guess the gods decided I didn't have enough to worry about she bitterly thought. Luckily, her uniform blocked out most of the cold air, but it didn't stop the fairy from shivering. She didn't even want to think about what would happen to her wings if they froze during the blizzard, all the more reason to get back to The Hollow quickly.

Once the border by the river was in view, Sage flew up to the top of a tree and gracefully landed on a small branch. Crouching down, she began taking in her surroundings; the river was a frozen sheet of blue ice, snow covered all of the greenery, gray clouds continued to form above her, but most importantly: no signs of sprites. The same results as the last borders she checked.

She smiled to herself, why didn't Rod think she could handle this, all she had to do was fly and look at the pretty scenery. Since the sun was hiding behind the clouds, she could only guess that an hour has passed, which gave her plenty of time before noon. Easy. As if on cue, a heavy gust of wind threatened to knock the little fairy out of the tree, forcing her to hang on for dear life.

"Sorry sorry," she grumbled as she hoisted herself back onto the branch,"I forgot I can't enjoy my job."

Sage decided to take this as a sign and moved towards a different section of the border. However, her journey was no longer smooth flying as she fought against the bitter wind, which was suddenly blowing a lot harder than before. Her cheeks and nose began to sting from the cold air. The storm was coming in a lot faster than she anticipated.

Sage quickly flew down and found refuge on a branch shielding her from the wind, pressing her back against the trunk in an attempt to protect her wings from the biting temperature. Shit, it's way too cold to be out here, she thought as she rubbed her gloved hands together. However, she perked up when she realized the sprites wouldn't dare try an attack out in this weather. She could just fly home and help prepare the kingdom for the oncoming storm.

As Sage fought her way back to The Hollow, she saw a green and red feathered hummingbird standing on the powdery white ground. Of course she had to check it out and make sure everything was alright, so she landed by the bird and found it's pilot a few feet away in a ditch, too fixated on the ground to notice the new company.

Sage walked over and tapped the man's blue shoulder pads,"Is everything alright?"

The man screamed and jumped clean into the air as he was pushed back into reality by the sudden touch,"Com-Commander Burton!" He brushed snow off his pants as he stood up and delivered a salute. His tan face had splotches of pink from the cold, and his blond hair was barely visible under all of the snowflakes settling on his hair. The poor guy's chapped lips were trembling uncontrollably and his face held a terrified expression. Sage didn't think she was THAT scary.

"Whoa, easy there soldier," she raised both her hands to show he wasn't in trouble,"I just want to know if everything is alright, what's your name?"

The man's shoulders relaxed a bit,"My n-name is Zave Carwell, ma'am." He managed to say through chattering teeth.

Her frozen lips cracked into a smile,"Alright Zave, let's start heading back home." She said as she took his arm and began leading him back to his bird.

"W-wait Commander!" He exclaimed and dug his feet into the snow. At her questioning look, he continued,"I can't leave yet. I found s-something."

"What did you find?"

Zave simply motioned to the ditch they were standing in,"I-I think you should just see for yours-self, ma'am."

Not wanting to question the poor guy anymore, Sage promptly flew straight into the air, battling against the wind to stay hovering over Zave. She had to clean off her goggles while she stared  down at a very faint Zave as the white snowy air tried to hide him from sight. Her orange eyes narrowed as she looked at the man, not seeing what he was gesturing about.

Then her heart fell to the ground with a loud splat. Just when she thought her luck couldn't get any worse, it proceeded to plummet into the negatives. The ditch her and Zave were standing in was not a ditch at all... it was a giant footprint accompanied by large animal prints beside it. And there were a lot more heading in the direction of.... shit.

Sage bolted down to Zave as fast as she could, face stinging from the mixture of speed and freezing air. She almost crashed into Zave as she skidded to a halt, shooting up snow from her feet.

His eyes filled with even more terror at her haste,"Then it's really a-" he put his hands on his head as if trying to stop it from spinning,"I-I thought I was s-seeing things..."

Through his goggles, the man's eyes started to lose their focus, lost in his own train of thought. But now was not the time. Sage grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. "Zave! I need you to stay with me,"she said sternly. He nodded and she continued,"Listen. I need you to go and warn The Hollow that a human is heading their way. Can you do that?" He briskly nodded again and sprinted to his bird.

"W-wait Commander! You're a fairy! You'll g-get there a lot faster than me!" He crossed his arms as the cold wind blew even harder.

Under normal circumstances he would be right, but the cold was really messing up her wings. Sage can hear them screaming at her to find warmth, threatening to snap under the temperatures freezing bite. She sighed,"My wings aren't made for this weather. I won't make it in time, but you can, so get going."

With that, the soldier jumped onto his saddle and blurred past her, kicking up snow as his bird raced towards home. As he disappeared into the falling snow, Sage looked at the footprint she was standing in. The thing was ginormous. She shuddered at the thought that a living thing could be that big. She remembered that more giant footprints loomed in front of her and painfully fluttered her wings to follow them. If the giant wasn't heading towards The Hollow, then she needed to find out where it went.

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She wasn't sure how long she has been following the footprints, her best guess was at least an half-an-hour. Her wings felt stiff as she slowly flew after the giant human, or at least trying to. The fairy was barley able to see a few feet in front of her, and she could no longer feel any part of her body as the freezing air seeped into her uniform. While the blizzard raged on, the large footprints were beginning to disappear, she'll be trapped with no sense of direction if she didn't pick up the pace, though her body simply refused to.

Sage let out a puff of cold air, she hoped Zave had better luck than her, he probably made it home already...if there was still a home to go back too. She shook her head, Gods, I should have never accepted this mission. Looks like I a owe Rod a huge apology, the thought of Rod forced a smile out of her frozen lips. She could picture him lecturing her when she returned to The Hollow, followed by a warm hug thanking the gods she was safe.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp stinging sensation in her arm, causing her to plummet to the ground in shock. She landed in the fluffy powder in a heap. Sage quickly recovered and lightly touched her arm. Warm blood was slowly seeping out of the fresh cut. Sage rose to her feet and turned around to see three sprites standing a few feet from her.

She couldn't see their normal sickly green skin or spiky hair as they wore thick fur jackets along with hoods, goggles, face masks, gloves, and pretty much everything else needed to stay warm. She found that she couldn't see any of their light purple wings, and figured they had them safely tucked in their jackets from the cold. Sage almost felt jealous, almost. She would rather freeze to death than be a stupid sprite. Knowing that people actually thought fairies and sprites were the same made her blood boil. Even from a distance, she could see the pale yellow hue illuminating off of them, easily revealing their positions though the thick snow.

"What the hell do you want!" Sage yelled, resting her hand on the frozen hilt of her sheathed sword.

The sprite in the middle laughed mockingly,"There's a fairy standing right in front of us, that's not a sight you see everyday," the female stepped closer, the two other sprites followed closely behind,"What do you think we want, filth?"

Sage's eyes narrowed. A bounty must have been placed on her head and these fools were looking for some money. Typical sprite behavior.

Sage smirked,"Well if you wanted to die you could have just said so."

The female sprite reached behind her back and pulled out an axe, her friend on the left revealed two knives while the other sprite aimed a bow and arrow. The female motioned to her friends,"lets be honest, the one dying here today is you."

The sprite with the double knives quickly leaped forward, lunging at Sage. She dodged to the left when the sprite landed and started sloppily thrashing the weapons around. Sage quickly drew her sword and stabbed the sprite right in the gut. The sprite stood there for a moment before collapsing onto the ground in a bloody heap.

As she drew her sword out of the body, Sage looked up at the motionless yellow hue, barely visible a few feet in front of her,"Sending a rookie to kill me?" She grinned,"Now that's just offensive."

The female sprite let out a laugh of her own,"Sometimes sacrifices are necessary."

Then, something grazed pass her face, sending a sharp sting across her cheek. Using the blizzard as her cover, Sage quickly laid down on her stomach and crawled to a different spot. She could feel the wet snow soaking through her black jumpsuit as she searched for the second yellow hue, praying the sprite lost track of her. How the hell are they even shooting near me with all this stupid wind, Sage frustratedly thought.

The female sprite's laugh echoed over the wind,"Will you look at that, all of your confidence gone with one arrow."

Sage bit back a retort knowing the female was just trying to get her to reveal herself to the archer. She couldn't believe they thought she was that dumb. But that might actually be a good thing.

She slid her goggles off her helmet and quickly strapped them back over her face. Then she took off her blue helmet and tossed it into the air. Sure enough, an arrow shot through the center of the helmet, sending it whizzing behind her. She quickly looked at the source and saw the faint yellow hue perched on what she guessed was a low branch, before crawling to a new position since her own cover was blown from the toss.

However, Sage was too slow and an arrow shot right into her left calf. She buried her face into the snow as she held in her scream from the excruciating pain. She looked up as she continued to crawl with her limp leg leaving a bloody trail behind her, tears forming in her eyes.

As she crawled over to the yellow light, the female opened her big mouth again,"Awfully quiet over there, filth. Don't tell me that little arrow sent you to your grave," she mocked.

Sage bit into her tongue, trying to focus on crawling to the archer rather than her throbbing leg or the annoying female sprite. She just had little more to go than the archer was going to kiss the tip of her sword.

Right as Sage reached the bottom of the branch and was preparing her stiff wings for the short flight up, the female's worried voice pierced the air,"She's gone! Findanor she's heading towards you!"

Sage took that as her cue and her wings launched her up into the air, aiming right for the branch. A stabbing pain shot through her leg and into the rest of her body as she landed, causing her to stumble. The archer quickly turned from the sudden movement, not knowing what to do as their eyes filled with terror when the fairy lifted her sword. As a last ditch effort, the archer quickly swung their bow, but Sage ducked underneath and swiftly punched them in the stomach, causing them to fold over onto their knees. The archer kept their head down as Sage lifted her sword, delivering the final blow through their skull. The limp body fell off the branch and landed in the snow, staining it blue. Sage watched as the faint yellow hue slowly disappeared from their body.

A blood curdling scream cut through the forest, and Sage looked up to see the yellow hue of the female running towards her. She promptly lifted her sword ready for her final enemy, but was surprised when the sprite only kneeled next to the body of the archer below her.

"My baby, my beautiful baby girl!" She cried into the archer's shoulder,"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! This is all my fault!" Sage could only watch in horror as the female, the archer's mother, let out another desperate wail,"We should have never listened to that man! This wasn't worth your life!"

The mother then glared up at Sage,"You filth! I will kill you!" The mom launched a dagger at Sage, who barely managed to dodge it in time. Before she could recover, the mom appeared on the branch next to her and tackled her onto the ground. The two landed on the harsh snow in a tangled mess. The mom managed to connect some good punches to Sage's face before the fairy kicked her off with her legs. A metallic taste coated Sage's tongue as warm blood trickled down her mouth, but the new rush of adrenaline kept every ounce of pain out of her head. Both women quickly got up and faced each other.

No words were said. None were needed. Sage killed her daughter and now the mom was seeking revenge. In an instant, the mom lunged at Sage with a glistening axe, who in turn, held up her own sword and countered it. The mother quickly kicked Sage's bad leg, causing her to crumble to the ground from her new weakness before driving her axe towards the fairy's head. Sage quickly rolled out of the way as the axe pierced the snow next to her, and Sage swung her sword to meet the woman's throat.

The sprite jumped back, the sword cutting through a thin layer of skin only causing some blue blood to stain her jacket. Sage rose to her feet, her leg felt like it was on fire but it was tolerable for the time being. Her frozen hands gripped her sword as she desperately swung at the sprite, just wanting to end the battle. The mother easily rolled under the silver sword and Sage suddenly felt a shock of pain erupt through her back, paralyzing her as she fell to the ground.

Sage could barely make out the crunching of footsteps as her heart hammered in her ears,"Wings," the angry mother's form engulfed her vision,"A fairy's life, and greatest weakness."

She felt a hand grazing over her back, her sensitive wings twitching from the unwelcome touch. Shit, Sage tightly closed her eyes to hold in her forming tears, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. She winced at one of her wings being harshly lifted up, knowing she will lose it to the axe in a matter of seconds.

As Sage helplessly laid on the snowy ground awaiting her fate, she felt a familiar but foreign feeling begin to erupt in her body. It was nice, warm, and brought a feeling of security she never knew she longed for. It traveled through her terrified form, reawakening every inch of her with a new surge of energy and hope. Sage could feel her battered body tingling with power, relishing in every second of it. It ordered her to get up. She obliged.

The fairy climbed to her hands and knees despite the weight pressing down on her back. She faintly saw a black axe rise over her head, coming down fast. In a matter of seconds, Sage was holding the arm of a shocked sprite, painfully twisting her wrist until the axe thudded into the snow. The fairy could almost smell the terror of the woman who was now kneeling at her mercy, or so she thought. Like her daughter, the mother made a last desperate attempt against the commander, and revealed a dagger under her coat before launching it at Sage's forehead.

Before Sage could even register what was happening, a bright orange light engulfed the space around them, taking over her vision. She could hear the shocked cry of the sprite followed by a crash that sounded further away from her. Sage furiously rubbed her eyes trying to rid them of the blinding light, paranoid the mother would stab her in the back, making her struggle for survival pointless.

As the fuzziness in her eyes slowly cleared, Sage took in the scene in front of her; a faint yellow hue was hardly visible through the thick snow, slumped against a giant tree a few feet ahead of her. Cautiously, she treaded through the thigh-deep snow to her fallen opponent.

When she got closer, Sage's stomach twisted at the gruesome sight staring back at her; a broken branch stuck cleanly out of the sprite's abdomen, gushing in blue blood while the woman writhed in agony underneath. The sprite slowly pulled off her goggles and glared her pained, teary eyes into the fairy,"I-I'm surprised a-a piece of f-filth like you actually o-outlived me," she let out a raspy cough that shook her weak body.

Sage couldn't help but pity the fallen being in front of her and rested a hand on her shoulder, and to her surprise, the mother didn't resist. "With your permission-," Sage struggled to find the right words,"I can quickly reunite you with your daughter. It will be painless."

Despite the obvious agony, the mother's eyes shot daggers through the commander's armor. The woman heaved painfully,"I w-will n-not die to a-a disg-disgusting creature l-like you."

The sprite's body spasmed as she coughed up blood, Sage resisted the urge to look away. She silently moved her hand off the dying woman's shoulder and gripped her hand as she sat down beside her.

Sage could feel her own body begin to ache as the powerful energy surge wore off, painfully reminding her of all the injuries sustained during the battle. She knew she had no right to complain as she held the hand of the wheezing woman beside her, who's labored breathing became weaker and weaker. Eventually, Sage felt the grip on her hand loosen and watched the yellow hue fade in front of her eyes, leaving the fairy alone once again.

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Sage looked at the three shallow graves in front of her as she slowly rose to her feet; the grave on the left had a bow and arrow placed on it, the one in the center displayed a glistening black axe, and two knives decorated the grave on the right. They weren't very deep and the fairy knew the bodies would be uncovered with the melting snow, but it was the least she could do with her aching body.

As much as she loathed the sprites, she wasn't a cold hearted killer like the monsters that attacked her village all those years ago. Sage fought and killed when she had to, but never drew her sword on someone who showed no threat to her. Even if they did try to kill her, they deserved to be respected in death. Sage wished someone went and buried the people from her village so she could say her proper goodbyes. She never got that chance and refused to take it from others.

She shook her head to rid her mind of the troubled thoughts and began slowly struggling her way through the now waist-high snow. Sage no longer cared about the lurking giant, checking borders, or even returning to The Hollow. All she yearned for was shelter and warmth.

She used her sword as a crutch, but that didn't stop the burning pain of her impaled leg as it dragged uselessly behind her. The discomfort of her throbbing, bruised muscles was replaced by the freezing sting of the snow hitting her skin. Her frozen wings no longer responded to her as they hung motionless from her back, all she could do was pray they weren't damaged. Sage wasn't sure what the symptoms of hyperthermia were, but she was convinced she was falling victim to it.

Sage shivered uncontrollably as she searched her surroundings for any holes or caves she could reside in, but was only met with the blinding snow falling all around her. A wave of hopelessness drowned her as she dropped to her knees, too weak to even try getting up again. She curled into a ball as she lay in the bitter snow slowly burying her, unable to cry as the cold numbed her face.

The sound of loud thumping against the ground filled her ears, producing a strangely calm feeling.

I'm sorry Rod. I'm so sorry Rod. I really tried to get home but my body hurts too much, I just... I just want to sleep. Sage closed her heavy eyes, once I get some rest, I'll try again. The peaceful darkness quickly overcame her and she fell asleep.

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

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

Episode 3: The Rock Box Dump

~Swellview Park~

"What the fuck is she doing here?" (y/n) growled after she'd punched a guy and taken a step back for a breather. It was another night, another load of criminals to beat up in the park and things had been going well for Miss Danger, Kid Danger and Captain Man. They'd arrived in a timely manner and had promptly gotten to the ass-kicking, slugging each man as they tried to fight back, but all in all, it wasn't a tricky situation. Well, it wasn't until a certain bitchy TV reporter arrived on the scene.

News of the three superheroes in the park had spread through town quickly and no sooner had they heard about it, KLVY News had sent everyone's favourite reporter, Evelyn Hall, down to get it on camera. She wasn't happy to be there, (y/n) wasn't happy she was there and together, everyone was in for an awkward interview. The ex-flame of Captain Man still hadn't gotten over the bitterness of their split and sought to denounce and embarrass him at every given opportunity, so Ray's current girlfriend wasn't too keen on her either; that, and every time he saw her, Ray seemed to get all emotional.

He never got sad, not even angry, but (y/n) got the picture that knowing Evelyn was another one who got away, irked him and that didn't sit right with her. Yeah, they were going strong and he'd sworn that the reporter had never meant anything to him and it was just one of those stupid, meaningless, little flings he used to have, but seeing him get flustered over her presence and how she claimed to have moved on, well, who wouldn't feel threatened?

"Thanks, Trent. I'm here in Swellview Park, in fact, this was the place where I got engaged last month to a man." She overheard her say as she fought back against a dude who used her momentary distraction to thump her in the back. Yeah, that would leave a bruise if she wasn't Miss Danger, but what concerned her more was how irrelevant that last piece of information was. For fuck's sake, she was rubbing it in Ray's face since he was metres away from her, definitely listening in and it didn't take a genius to know that this was one of her snide little comments.

"Hey, kid, sweet girl, there's a news crew here!... Be right back." Ray shouted, obviously not hearing his girl's annoyed growls earlier. He smoothed back his hair and sauntered off to go get interviewed, even though his two, experienced but not that experienced, sidekicks couldn't fight alone. They needed some of his muscle to take these guys out, 'cause without him, they were seriously outnumbered, not that he was listening. A news crew and a chance to shine for the masses to adore him? He couldn't miss that.

"What?!" Henry spat, looking at his boss and at (y/n) with terrified eyes as the criminals regained their strength and stood back up. With no Captain Man, beating up a skinny kid and small woman would be piss easy, but that wasn't the only thing Henry was worried about.

He knew Ray meant no harm, he knew that his smug, big-headed self just wanted to look good on camera and how he probably didn't recognise the woman holding the mic (she wasn't special enough for him to just know her like that), but he was just making things worse for himself and the relationship he wanted to protect. He should've left Evelyn alone and continued fighting to show his girlfriend that he didn't care about all that shit but he didn't. He wanted to propose for Christ's sake, but he was paying attention to the wrong girl, an idiotic move that would cost him down the line. And the idea of Ray losing (y/n) like that shook Henry to his core more than the thugs ever could.

"What are you doing?! We're supposed to be fighting these assholes--" The young woman screamed at him, feeling speechless at how he gave the reporter one his most charming smirks, fixed his hair and sauntered over to her...like how he did for her. Her words died when a mountain of a man curled his forearm around her neck and crushed her throat, taking her by surprise as Henry was also assaulted and pushed to the floor, but through blurry eyes, she could still see and hear Ray loving his time with her.

"Hey, Captain Man here, what's going onnnn...Emily?" Ray's smirk died when he realised who it was and the realisation that he'd made a huge mistake dawned on him. If it was up to this chick, his name would be trodden in the mud and he'd be missing his balls, not to mention completely loveless for the rest of his life. He regretted it, what he did to this girl, who he only faintly remembered out of the hundreds he used to date, but he was a changed man now, he had a fantastic relationship with the one he'd loved for nearly eleven years...oh, shit, (y/n)!

"It's Evelyn, remember? You took me out on two dates and then never called me again." She spat, smiling into the camera with a passive-aggressive faux-friendliness and all the while, Henry and (y/n) were getting the beating of a lifetime, and the latter was sure her heart was breaking in the middle of it. She couldn't hear Ray's sudden awkwardness over the sounds of her own groans of pain and was too busy to see how his body language said he wanted to run to her and only her, forgetting this Evelyn, Emily, Emelia, whatever her name was. 

He knew who she was now, just one of the faces that he used to know, a long-since crossed out name etched on his bedpost and now he knew that he should've stayed away. What was (y/n) thinking? Was she assuming the worst? What if she was reminded of how much of a dick he used to be, coupled with his seemingly despicable behaviour now, and decided to walk out on him? Fuck, he'd really messed up.

"Yes, I remember." He squeaked, wishing he could just slope off back into the fight, but he'd been seen by the entire city now, he couldn't leave. Not when Miss Hall had her talons pressing into his skin, ripping open wounds that he'd forgotten about after confessing to (y/n) that he had loved her all along. Oh shit, how could he ask her the all-important question with this looming over them? She was probably cursing the day she let him into her bed, fuck, fuck, fuck...

"Uh, good, so uh, what's going on back there?" Evelyn broke Ray out of his panic, making him glance back to the fight where it wasn't going brilliantly, but (y/n) had managed to free herself and landed a couple of hits, but Henry, he was still a human punching bag. Okay, he could leave it a bit longer, he just had to answer some questions and then he could grovel at his sweet girl and beg for her forgiveness for being such a moron.

"Well, we got a report saying there were three thugs in the park, vandalising bushes and shrubs, you know, intimidating squirrels--is that an engagement ring?" Ray started quite calm to say how nervous he was, but it was impossible to ignore the sparkling diamond on Evelyn's finger as she purposefully wiggled under his nose, prompting him to question it. Well, she'd moved on quickly, not that it mattered to him. For her information, he was also engaged, well, nearly, he had the ring anyway and he too had found happiness else. 

"Oh, this? Sure is!" She squealed, loving how she could feel the thin, gold band sitting snuggly on her finger and she took Ray's confusion as jealousy. Yeah, she was so over him, not that you'd know it from the way she acted. What did that Miss Danger woman have that she didn't? Why did he dump her for some dispensible sidekick?

"What? You buy that for yourself?" The hero asked, wondering who the hell would want to marry her. Yeah, she was probably quite nice most of the time, but one mention of Captain Man or superheroes and she didn't shut up about how they dated. She was dumped, it really wasn't that impressive.

"No, a man gave it to me." Evelyn snapped, offended at how he automatically assumed that she was some sad, lonely loser without him. If this was any other circumstance, (y/n) would probably feel sympathy for her, maybe she'd even take her side, but knowing that it was her boyfriend in the fray made it unbearable, so Henry skidded over to try and get Ray back on their side for the sake of their love and their weakening bodies.

"Hey, dude, dude, we really need your help." Henry gasped, feeling like death as two thugs marched over to come and grab him whilst their friend kicked Miss Danger into the concrete ground. Yeah, it wasn't bad when it was all three of them against them, but not when he was talking to this bitch. Of course, Henry couldn't reveal how Captain Man needed to stop "flirting" with someone who wasn't his girlfriend on live television, that would make him look like a horrible person, so he opted for a more obvious route, not that Ray saw a problem. "Just give me a second."

"No, man, these guys are big! They're big! They're really big!!!!" Henry squealed as he was dragged away to be put on the pile of superheroes that needed curb-stomping. Ray wasn't aware of how bad the sitch was, he just wanted to know which sucker had landed themselves with Evelyn Hall for the rest of their lives.

"Who asked you to marry him?" He asked her, promising himself that he'd go help his sidekicks in a minute after he found out this small detail. Maybe he could even rub it in her face that he was also no longer available and steps away from being engaged to the sexiest, most beautiful, cleverest woman in the world, someone who to him, was worth a hundred of her.

"My cameraman, right there." Evelyn smiled at her fiancé behind the camera, not caring if this was the world's weirdest interview ever and it was gonna be her ass on the line when she got back to the TV station with the pissed off producers. He wasn't a bad-looker to be fair, he was actually kinda cute, and she was happy with him, although it did go to Ray's head a bit that she'd downgraded from him, a superhero, to this guy. Why did she feel to brag?

"What? This guy?" Ray snorted, again, offending the couple, not that he cared. Geez, couldn't he just go do some fighting? (y/n) and Henry weren't sure how much more they could take. "So, you went from Captain Man to cameraman? Oh, that's good."

"Shouldn't you be helping Kid Danger and Miss Danger?" The reporter hissed, suddenly wishing she'd kept her nose to herself and left the heroes to their work. Now, she was the one being ridiculed.

"Nah, they're fine." He brushed off her concern, ready to do a little showing off himself, but this time, amid another chokehold as Henry was swung around by his arm and leg, (y/n) heard him and fury rose within her.

"We're not fucking fine!" She yelled at him, her voice hoarse as she clawed for air, but it was too quiet. The man holding her sneered and squeezed harder, freezing her voicebox as she debated what was more worth it; fucking him up or dragging Evelyn around by her hair.

"Y'see, I am also in a very happy relationship with my girlfriend, Miss Danger and she has this superpower, super-regeneration, not to mention she's really hot and was my best friend for ten years, so y'know, I'm doing good. And Kid Danger's got hyper-motility, so, uh..." Oh, that stung deep. Ray smirked as Evelyn got all pissy as he gushed about his sweet girl and how his life couldn't get any better. He had a great girlfriend, a great home, great friends, he was doing just fine without her.

"I'm sorry, they have what?" The woman gasped, suddenly switching her focus to the sidekicks. Wait, this was hot news and if she was the first to report it, then maybe this interview wouldn't flop after all. No one knew that Kid Danger and Miss Danger had something wrong with them, or that's how she interpreted it.

"Super-regeneration and hyper-motility. They have those." Ray answered honestly, not thinking anything about her concerned face. This was another one of his smaller fuck-ups, not realising that he was portraying the superpowers in a bad light; an explanation would've cleared everything up.

"And is it serious?" Evelyn probed deeper, knowing a scoop when she heard one. She had to ask all about the grotty details, even though the city would lament for their resident sidekicks. "Yeah, really serious."

"Well, are super-degeneration and hyper-motility deadly?" Her next question came and Ray didn't notice that she'd misheard him, so he just kept making it worse and worse. "Uh, they can be...and I just want you to know that I'm happy for you, 'cause you've found someone else, I've found someone much better--"

"Captain Man, can you come here right now, please?" (y/n) yelled, gulping when she heard the last part. Maybe it wasn't as bad as she'd previously thought, perhaps what he'd said about barely knowing Evelyn was true. Hearing him say that she was the better date was certainly something, but enough about that. She could use some of her dumb boyfriend's help before her healing shit packed in and Henry puked up his mangled intestines.

"Excuse me, my hot girlfriend needs me, so I gotta go." He smiled at Evelyn, clapping her on the back briefly as you'd do with an old friend. She wasn't a friend, not even an acquaintance at this point, but seeing that perturbed look on her face (something he thought was pouting) made it worth it and so damn sweet. Speaking of sweet, his girl was kicking ass and he was more than happy to tell her he loved her whilst helping.

"You heard it here first. Kid Danger has hyper-motility and Miss Danger has super-degeneration." The reporter turned to face the camera, her mood sombre as she told the world that the superheroes were dying or diseased well before their time. Well, this would cause a shitstorm.

"How's it going?" Ray grunted after punching the last guy, feeling like he'd really helped out, despite having only thrown one fist. Somehow, through the skin of their teeth, Henry and (y/n) had managed to work together to take two out, leaving the third for his flirtiness. 

"Have fun flirting with your ex?" (y/n) asked quietly and bitterly, Henry's arm stretched over her shoulders as she helped him limp across the park. Fuck, they were tired, some more than others after battling with a heavy heart and a mind swirling with doubt. Had he really left her for some ex-flame, right when she was ready to give him everything, anything she could offer?

"I wasn't flirting with her, I promise. You know I only love you, sweet girl." He carefully put his hands on her hips, worried that she'd push him away, say she wasn't interested in someone like him who had old relationships in practically every street, but (y/n) just stayed quiet, staring at his tunic. She trusted him and had no doubt that he was telling the truth when he promised that he loved her, she just didn't trust Evelyn.

"What were you talking about?" She questioned, feeling Henry slump as he took a moment to gather his strength. He couldn't rush them when they were being lovey-dovey and honestly, he wanted Ray to clear the air so everything stayed okay. He could wait, it was fine.

"Well, I told her that I'm happy that she's engaged to some loser and that I don't care about her because I'm dating my sexy, superhero best friend who means more to me than anyone else in the world." He blushed, feeling like a right old sap, but to see how she visibly melted into his embrace, dropping Henry's arm and curling into his body made it all worth it. Yeah, it was mushy and the kid listening wasn't sure if he could listen to it, but with her, being tender and honest with his emotions was easy. It was just too powerful to keep inside anymore.

"Evelyn Hall is engaged? Poor guy." She giggled, leaning her forehead against his chest as his arms covered her back and brought her in closer, something he'd wanted to do the minute he walked into that damn, interview trap. This was nice, just a moment to patch things up, settle any grudges and a little reward after a job well done.

"Yeah, I know, right? I'm so glad I'm with you instead." He chuckled, craning his neck downwards so he could kiss the crown of her head, thrilled that she wasn't mad. They were gonna be just fine.

"Me too. I don't know where I'd be without you, doofus--" (y/n) smiled, reeling from his affection, although the kiss mixed with the sappy words was the final straw for Henry. He could deal with their grossness for a bit, he knew that being touchy and sentimental was just what they did, but he had a limit. 

"All right, all right, I get it, you love him, he loves you. Now, do you have any water?" He butted in, wanting to have some attention on him now they'd kissed and made up. He was pooped and his throat was scratchy; he'd taken the most hits, after all.

"Oh, yeah.'" Ray nodded, pulling a bottle of cool water from the back of his utility belt, but rather than offering it to Henry like the kid wanted, he just started gulping it down himself, prompting a small whimper to escape Henry's mouth. He wanted that crystalline goodness.

"Oi, give the bottle to the kid, you doof!" (y/n) slapped his arm, making him stop drinking and look at her with chubby, water-filled cheeks. He swallowed slowly, looking a bit guilty at how he'd messed up again, so slowly passed the half-full bottle to Henry, who was glad that the woman was around to keep him in line. That was more like it; sharing is caring and when she gave him a proud smile and subtly flirtatious praise, it made a shiver go up and down his spine. "Good boy."

~The next day, in the Man Cave~

After the incident in the park, Henry had been sent home to sleep off his injuries (the best remedy) and Ray and (y/n) went home to fully make up after the argument, something they did extremely well. From the kid's snoozing to the couple's not-snoozing, no one saw the news reports flooding social media; hashtags, videos, updates, all of them panicking about what was happening to poor Kid Danger and Miss Danger.

Henry walked into Junk-N-Stuff like he did nearly every day, strolled into the elevator and entered the Man Cave with a spring in his step. Okay, something smelled great and he realised how hungry he was as he saw Jasper and Charlotte sitting at the couch, nibbling away and watching the news. Ray and (y/n) were notably absent too, probably sleeping in after their vigorous activities, but that didn't matter; the kids could hang out until they showed up.

"Hey, what's up, crimefighters? And, oh my god, I smell chicken wings!" Henry gasped as he dumped his bag and walked over to them, but his friends were much more interested in whatever Trent was saying on the TV. They just shushed him, wanting to hear every little word said since it was...personal to them. 

"What's going on? What are you guys watching?" Henry asked, frowning when they wouldn't let him speak. Why would they care about the dumb news? It was just full of boring grown-up stuff, that's why hadn't bothered to check it that morning after he'd woken up.

"It's the news report about you and (y/n)," Charlotte told him, turning around briefly to look at him before refocusing on the monitor. She wasn't completely sure about what was happening, but if they all shut up and listened, they'd find out momentarily.

"Yeah, and they're talking about how—" Jasper was about to tell him all about it, having seen some of the story on his Twitflash earlier, but Henry made him be quiet as Trent started talking and it was like his stomach fell to the ground as the muddled story got back to him.

"According to Captain Man himself, Kid Danger has been stricken with a serious, rare disease, known as hyper-motility. Miss Danger has also been infected with something equally deadly, an illness Captain Man called Super-degeneration." Trent told the viewers in a sombre tone, shocking Henry at how they'd taken Ray's words, mushed them up and spat them back out completely wrong. The public thought he and (y/n) were sick? What the hell?

"Wait, disease? What are they talking about, disease?" Henry stammered, trying to wrap his head around what the man had just said, but Charlotte just shushed him again as the report developed. Maybe it would be a good time to go and see what Ray and (y/n) were up to since this was also about the young woman. On second thought, maybe it was best to just let them finish on their own...

"Here with us now, in studio, is rare disease expert, Doctor Andrew Skurvay. What can you tell us about these diseases, hyper-motility and super-degeneration?" Trent asked the bald man, who definitely looked like a respectable, medical man, but as the superpowers weren't illnesses or anything to be worried about, he was out of his depth, to say the least.

"I've never heard of them. But I will say diseases, in general, can cause big problems." Doctor Skurvay answered honestly, not caring that no one was watching for general facts, they wanted the nitty-gritty about this hyper-modiddly and super-vegetation crap. 

"I see. And in what ways do you feel hyper-motility and super-degeneration might affect Kid Danger and Miss Danger?" Trent pressed on with the interview as Henry slumped into the supercomputer chair. This was just crazy, what had Ray said to Evelyn Hall that ended up with this amount of confusion? He just wanted to scream at the screen and tell the stupid news anchor that he nor (y/n) were dying, in fact, they were doing better than ever.

"Well, it could lead to an increase or decrease in their appetites, high or low blood pressure, it could cause weight gain—" The doctor started listing every little symptom of any disease he could think of. Some of them weren't even things caused by sickness, some of them were just natural. He was bullshitting his ass off, which was the most irritating thing.

"Or weight loss?" And when Overrunder started joking in, it got even worse. Why could KLVY News never be sensible and ask for an official statement from the Man Cave before they started spreading vicious rumours? Yeah, it had come from Ray's mouth, but it had been wildly altered by a woman with a grudge and then spoken by countless lips until it was nothing like it was originally, like a game of Chinese Whispers. "Possibly."

"Okay, you know what? I'm turning this off." Henry sighed, slamming his hand down on the console so the dumb news clip would go away. He'd heard enough and it was safe to say that he wasn't best pleased about how the entire city was freaking out about something completely untrue. 

"How come you're so upset?" Jasper asked through a mouthful of chicken, uncaring about the fact that he had barbecue sauce smeared all over his lips like some smoky, sticky lipgloss. He looked like a toddler who hadn't learned to eat yet, but he just ignored it - the wings were just so damn good.

"'Cause! Everyone in Swellview is gonna think me and (y/n) are seriously sick." Henry answered, thinking that this was gonna be a huge mess that they'd have to sort out. Captain Man and his sidekicks had extremely loyal fans, from tiny children to even elderly grandparents and many of them would be devastated to know that not only was the man losing his best friend but his beloved girlfriend too. Would they take extreme measures?

"No, they won't. Nobody under sixty-five watches the news anymore." Charlotte calmed his nerves and she was right. The cool, hip youth couldn't be assed to actually watch a video, not when they could see the thirty-second clip online with the added bonus of emojis. 

"Yah, so check social media," Jasper added, reminding Henry about how they were young too. They could see what people actually cared about on their phones, not the boring shit on the TV and honestly, sometimes it was better than whatever Trent or Mary were rambling on about.

"Oh, yeah...social media's the real news. Check it, check it, check it!" He told Charlotte eagerly, making her take out her phone so she could start scrolling. Jasper just kept on nomming as she opened one of her apps, loading it up before going onto the trending page. That was where they'd see if Henry was worrying about nothing or not.

"Oh, dude, you have wing sauce..." Henry told Jasper as she searched and gestured to the side of his mouth so he'd know where the barbecue sauce was. He couldn't let him just walk around like that, someone, probably Ray, would take the piss.

"Oh, hand me a wet ragette," Jasper instructed him and the kid yanked one from the top of the tub, throwing it to him so he could get cleaned up. These wings were good but messy, and when Jasper went to rub it off, he missed completely, thinking Henry was pointing to the opposite cheek. 

"It's, like, right here—no, like—on the side—and, no, but—you gotta...you got it." Henry gave up at that point. If his best friend wasn't going to listen to his directions then he'd just leave him. He'd get it eventually and he had more pressing matters to worry about, like whether the city was going insane or not.

"Okay, trending topics. Number five, goodbye-Kid Danger-Miss Danger." Charlotte cringed as she read it out, seeing that, unlike her previous theory, Ray's words were starting to spread in a concerning way.

"See? I knew it! What's number four say?" He exclaimed, leaning over the back of the couch to get a good look at her phone. Number five was bad but not terrible, he could live with it if that was it and if it didn't climb any higher. Number five meant people would forget about it, but that wasn't the worst of it.

"Pray-for-Kid Danger- and-Miss Danger." She answered, crushing his hopes there as he started to get the idea that this was a tad more serious than just a number-five, trending topic. This was the hot story of the week. "And three?"

"Kid Danger-Miss Danger-RIP" Well, this was just getting silly now. It was nice to know that their passings were generating a lot of love and support, but knowing that some dumb mistake had been blown up into something this was crazy was just irritating. Why couldn't people just think? "Two?"

"Remembering-Kid Danger-and-Miss Danger." 

"Number one?" This was the biggie. Maybe, just maybe, by some miracle, the biggest trend wasn't him and (y/n), perhaps it was just hashtag-happy-Caturday or hashtag-just-girly-things. A guy could hope, right?

"Hyper-motility-and-super-degeneration-kill." Well, that went down like a lead balloon. That proved it, everyone was talking about him, thinking he was gonna die or be crippled or something when in reality, he was better equipped to take down any assholes who threatened the city. (y/n) too, did she look sick? No, she looked great, so great that Captain Man wanted to fucking marry her, this disease bullshit was really dampening that shine.

"Dang it!" Henry growled, upset that everything had gone wrong, but at least he could still eat some chicken wings. He reached for one of the sticky things, ready to chow down and munch away his sorrows, but before he could take a wing from Jasper's plate, his friend snatched it away like he had cooties. Which he didn't, he was perfectly healthy. "No, don't touch me!"

"What? No, dude, I'm not actually sick, neither is (y/n), whatever she and Ray are...up to." Henry tried to reassure him, screwing his nose up a bit as he thought about the couple's absence. His mind did not wanna go there, so he just thanked Schwoz for soundproofing every room; the guy was a little genius.

"I don't take risks," Jasper replied, his body stiff as he looked at his best friend's possibly-plagued-possibly-not figure and he decided that even if he knew what hyper-motility was, he didn't want to die. He got his facts from social media and Twitflash never lies. Right?

~Later that day~

Okay, it was official. The city had actually gone bat-shit crazy. And not just a bit, like full-on, probably should be sectioned, dangerous lunacy. 

Some "genius" had decided that since no one had ever heard of this hyped-up-motiddly and soup-ear-degenerate-nation disease thingies, they were gonna start a campaign to raise awareness and possibly set up a foundation or support group for those affected by it. Of course, it didn't exist, but that didn't stop the dumb craze from going viral. 

Now, it wasn't something cute and genuinely helpful, holy shit, no. That would be too easy; to mirror the agonising pain that Captain Man's sidekicks must've been experiencing, the youth of the modern era, the generation of tomorrow had decided to screw those soft, squishy, delicate things they called brains and had taken to dumping boxes of rocks onto their heads, which made sense to no one, but everyone did it anyway. It was stupid, dangerous, not helpful in any way, but that's what made it so great for social media; it was fun to watch people get hurt and if you didn't do your own version, then you were just a cruel asshole who didn't care for poor, poor Kid Danger and Miss Danger. Hashtag-you-will-be-missed. 

"I honestly can't believe you, Raymond. How could you not know you were telling Evelyn Hall that mine and Henry's superpowers are diseases? When she got all sad, why didn't that ring any alarm bells?" (y/n) groaned at her boyfriend as she paced around the Man Cave and he stuffed his face full of fruit, candy and other baked goods that had been sent in as tributes to the falling heroes. Hashtag-gone-before-your-time. 

"I don't know, sweet girl. Just wanted to get back to your sweet ass so we could go home and fu—" He garbled through a mouth of something sweet and spongy. Yeah, technically, the food, bears, balloons, flowers, gift baskets, toys, jewellery, bath sets, cards, letters, streamers, confetti and purses were for (y/n) and Henry to split between them, but since she was so mad, Ray could help but nibble on a tad of her half. Okay, maybe more than a nibble, more like enough chocolate and cake that it felt like he was gonna explode as he chucked another wrapper on the floor and smiled up at the woman through a food-coma-haze. Hashtag-sorry-not-sorry.

"Yeah, and even after we did that, you insisted on doing it again three times this morning, so now, the whole, damn city thinks I'm dying! And stop eating my candy!" She snapped, watching as he laid back and chuckled at how insatiable the pair of them had been. It was entirely his fault, she'd been an equal participant and was only shouting because he'd depleted her half of the food. If he carried on eating, he was gonna puke. Hashtag-food-baby-proud-mama.

"You loved it. Wouldn't stop screaming my name, even after your fourth—" He bragged in a tight voice, cracking open his tired eyes to see her standing there with her hands on her hips and a bored expression on her face. Yeah, she loved it, she could hide that smiley blush all she wanted, but he knew if he asked her again, she wouldn't say no. His perfect girl. Hashtag-bae-for-life.

"Wait... I think Henry's coming down the tube, so stop talking about sex before you scar that boy for life. He already knows what we were doing this morning, he doesn't want to hear any details." She warned him, just as the tube came down, confirming her suspicions. All the teens had blushed when she finally crawled out of bed that morning for some breakfast and had avoided eye contact as they told her all about Ray's fuck-up with the reporter the night before. Well, that was her perfect morning ruined. Hashtag-awkward.

"Hey, guys I really need you to—whoa." Henry started in a panicked voice, having just come from his house with terrifyingly alarming news, but stopped at the top of the steps when he saw the gifts and mess surrounding the large man, eating himself to death on the couch, his girlfriend standing over him with a semi-annoyed, semi-amused face. She thought he was cute when he ate the cookies or chocolate buttons, but when he kept going with his shirt riding up and crumbs all over the cushions, that made him dumb, like a doofus. Her doofus. Hashtag-when-your-boyfriend-drives-you-insane-but-you-love-him-anyway. 

"Hey, Henry. Ray can't speak like a human right now, so I'll interpret whatever this caveman shit is. Hi, Henry, I'm Ray and I love to flex my muscles and eat all my girlfriend's presents, duhhhhh." (y/n) joked, putting on her best thicko, Jeff Bilsky-style, voice to tease her boyfriend and that at least made him move a bit with indignation, but wasn't enough to stop him eating. He just kept shovelling things into his mouth. Hashtag-haters-gonna-hate.

"Dude, what's go—is he okay? What happened?" The boy asked hurriedly as he dashed over, thinking that man was in pain or poisoned or something, but really, he was fine. Just a little bloated from the non-stop eating and (y/n) waved off his worry as she sighed and looked at the handsome man. Aw, his hand on his swollen tummy was cute and now she remembered why she'd agreed to spend all night and half the day in bed with him, because no matter what he did, she couldn't stay mad, not for long and not when he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Hashtag-one-true-pairing.

"Chocolate-covered grapes!" Ray exclaimed in an exhausted tone, his stomach clearly telling him that it couldn't take much more, but everything tasted so good. Swellview had some amazing chefs and bakers, and he just wanted to try it all, even if his sweet girl wouldn't go near him when he was lying in all that filth. Oh, and look, a little grapey had decided to run away from his mouth, silly, little grapey, he wanted that chocolate sweetness. Granted, they weren't the best thing he'd ever tasted, nor were the cakes, the muffins, the fruit or any of the pizzas that had been ordered to the Man Cave on behalf of some families. No, his favourite taste was a little sweeter, like honey; he'd been craving it for years and last night he had drunk it in like a man dying of thirst. Hashtag-I-would-die-for-her. "This little guy tried to escape. Well...no more room in me!"

"(y/n/n), what is going on? What happened here?" Henry asked the woman as she rolled her eyes at how he was talking to a grape, but she was a bit happy that he'd given up with the food. She opened he mouth to answer, but Ray decided that through his dire need for a stomach pump, he could explain it perfectly well. Hashtag-a-fucking-dumb-idea.

"People sent you two—I mean, people sent Kid Danger and Miss Danger all these gift baskets full of food." He grumbled, rolling over on the couch so he could get comfy, and he'd taken the liberty of shoving a large, sturdy ottoman in between the gap so his spine wouldn't snap in half, but even so, he much preferred snuggling on a feather mattress with his sweet girl. Hashtag-she's-the-one.

"Yeah, they started arriving just after you, Jasper and Charlotte left. I would say we should halfsies but someone has already eaten most of mine, so just take whatever you can find. I'm definitely having that teddy bear though." (y/n) pointed to a large, particularly fluffy bear that, in her mind, would be the perfect addition to her life and waded her way through the junk so she could get to it. However, before she could even reach for the stuffed animal, Ray was yanking on her wrist and grunting at her incoherently, something about love, hot, food, hurt and a wedding? She had no idea what that was about. Hashtag-random.

"Kid Danger and Miss Danger, we hope these banana-nut muffins will give you both comfort and joy in your final days." Henry frowned as he read out one of the condolence cards, making (y/n) nod in sympathy as she understood the feeling. She'd read pretty much all of them and they were all saying roughly the same thing; we're sorry, death, disease, have free food. It was so annoying, but hey, it tickled Ray's funny bone.

"Yeah, everybody thinks you're both doomed." He chuckled, earning a slap on the shoulder from his irritated girlfriend, who couldn't believe that he was laughing at his mistake. Of course, if she was doomed, he'd be mortified and grief-stricken, but since neither of them was and people were freaking out over nothing, then he found the whole thing pretty funny. Plus, he got to see his girl getting all feisty, sassy and...hot. It was a win-win.

"Oh, dude, I can't believe you ate all these baskets." The boy grumbled, fishing through the static wrappers and brightly-coloured paper to see that whatever was there had long since been wolfed down, something that was oddly impressive when you took in the fact that he'd eaten almost everything in such a small time and fitted it all into such a small space. He didn't care, he'd just work out and burn off the calories later. Hashtag-do-you-even-lift-bro.

"Didn't even save me a bite but it's fine. I'll just be the one to rub his back and tell him it's okay when he's vomiting for the next five hours." (y/n) sassed, folding her arms and wrinkling her nose at the thought of having to deal with an actual illness later on when all the food came back up. She could never resist stepping in to be his carer when he did this and had a lot of experience of trying not to wretch when he was over the toilet, puking his guts up. But then again, he'd always held her hair back, brought her soup, tucked her in, rubbed her swollen tummy, cancelled all his plans and snuggled with her when she used to get the flu, so could she complain? Did she want to?

"Don't worry, sweet girl. I'm oka—oh, I'm gonna puke." Ray tried to stand up, thinking that his stomach had it completely under control, but the sudden change from laying down to being upright didn't sit right with his digestive system, and he felt woozy as things got shaken. He stumbled, bending over to try and stop his stomachache, which forced his girl to stop being smart and rush over to help him, one arm going around his waist and the other bringing his head to rest on her shoulder as she took his weight. The discomfort on his face was too much to ignore and she just knew she had to help him, even if he'd done it to himself. Henry though was less sympathetic.

"You can puke after we—oh, is that a—oh, come one. Now, there's a bee in here. Now, there's a bee in the Man Cave." Henry gasped as he saw the flying insect circling the many bouquets of flowers that had been brought in, but the more he tried to swat it away, the angrier it got. Seriously, it was just a bee, what was the deal?

"So? Just stand still and it won't hurt you. Or find a glass and a piece of paper so you can take it outside." (y/n) told him calmly as she helped Ray sit down, but Henry's fight or flight instincts were telling him to swipe at the air until he was safe, despite the woman's advice being the best thing he could've done. Bees only attack when threatened, and he was being very threatening. 

"Can't you come help me?" He asked, the fear evident in his voice, but she didn't even spare him a glance, preferring to sit on the edge of the couch and soothingly stroke Ray's stomach and forehead to try and make him feel better. His skin was clammy from the pain, but behind the dull ache, his tummy was fluttering with butterflies as her hand slipped under his shirt and trailed over his belly button. God, she still made him feel like a teenager like he was still just crushing on her, waiting for some miracle to tell him that yes, she loved him too, even after nearly a year of dating and countless confirmations that all of this was real.

"No, I'm caring for my dumb boyfriend." She mumbled, smiling when his hand slid over hers, his arm curled around her back to pull her in closer and he gazed at her with dilated pupils, eyes full of love rather than pain. It was like she was numbing it, healing him like her not-deadly superpower did to her, only this wasn't a gift, it was all her, just his sweet girl taking care of him, no matter what.

"Oh, my tummy hurts so bad, sweet girl." He groaned, causing her to lean down to kiss it better, making his breath hitch when her lips brushed against his skin, only briefly but it was enough to make his heart race. Henry, however, was still having bee issues, backing away and focusing on the bees so intensely, he was going a bit cross-eyed.

"Get outta here, bee. I hate bees, guys. Oh, oh, oh, arghhhh!" Henry screeched when the bee dive-bombed into his mouth, making him splutter and panic when he felt a sting/fucking, painful stab on his tongue. Ray and (y/n) took one look at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles, thinking he looked ridiculous as he pawed at his tongue, the bee flying away now that he'd learnt his lesson. Hashtag-bee-one-Henry-zero.

"Guys...the bee just stung my tongue!" He spat, feeling the tip starting to swell as the mild poison attacked his body and hearing his slurred speech was hilarious, making the adults laugh even harder at how he'd been terrified and taken down by a tiny insect. (y/n) would help him in a bit, but she still had Ray and his stomach to think about.

"Ohhh, don't make me laugh" He moaned, instantly grabbing the woman's hand and putting it back on his body after she'd absentmindedly removed it. He needed her to rub away the swelling, his own hand was useless; too big, too manly, too calloused. He needed small, soft, delicate fingers to work their magic and honeyed lips to kiss his pouting, quivering lips.

"Next time, please don't eat so much." (y/n) begged him, fluttering her eyelashes as she leaned down to press their lips together momentarily, just enough to let him taste her sweetness, but not enough to leave him satisfied, so his head craned up to follow her as she pulled away. Not fair, he wanted more kisses, god knows he spent years dreaming about what he'd have to give to get just one, now, he had them on demand, but he still couldn't enough. And his belly hurt. Give him a break. "Okay, sweet girl, kiss me again and I'll think about it." 

"Doofus..." She muttered, suppressing a smile as she went back down, this time letting him linger for as long as he wanted, even when his tongue ran against her bottom lip, begging to be let in so it could fully taste the honey, but she remembered that Henry was in the room. They had to keep some level of decency, no matter how far his desires ran, and the long wait was really starting to piss the kid off. Okay, it was fine at first, be he didn't want to see everything. Hashtag-face-eaters.

"All right, stop eating each other's faces. I need you to help me do this livestream." He sighed, making them break apart as (y/n) realised how long and how carried away they were getting, not that Ray cared. He was up for round...he'd lost count, but still, he didn't mind and his tummy could make an exception. What was this about a livestream? He just wanted to lie back, let all the food digest and casually make out with the hot girl next to him, why did he need to be bothered? "Why?"

"'Cause, I, no, me and (y/n) need everyone to know that we—well, that Kid Danger and Miss Danger aren't sick." He answered and it checked out. The reminder made (y/n) ponder; yeah, kissing Ray was amazing and making out did sound like bliss, but this was a problem and the sooner they went on air, the sooner people would stop freaking out. They could kiss and most likely end up fucking later.

"All right, bossy pants, go set up the livestream. I'll be over in a bit." She told him, pointing her thumb back at the computer as Ray groaned and clutched at her dress. Her boobs and thighs looked great in it and he didn't want to lose her to a dumb livestream, he wanted her to be his sexy, little nurse. She giggled at how dramatic he was being, checking to see if Henry wasn't looking, and he wasn't, and that meant she could give him one more long kiss, just enough to stop him moaning for a while.

"All right, on it." The boy mumbled, holding his cheek as he remained oblivious to the couple's shenanigans. It was a nightmare trying to navigate the crap, plastic and baskets on the floor, even more so when his tongue was throbbing, but he thought he'd done okay and swaggered over to the computer as usual. There was a slight problem though, he didn't see the pesky, rogue, chocolate-grape from earlier still on the floor and the moment he stepped on it, the slimy skin made him slip backwards and land harshly on his back as the world seemingly lost gravity. Hashtag-grapes-have-an-agenda.

"Ooohhh, ding, dong, dang it..." The kid groaned in agony as his entire body throbbed and he writhed on the tiles as Ray chuckled and (y/n) whipped around to check if he was all right. They really needed to clean this place up before there were any more accidents.

"Told you not to make me laugh," Ray grumbled as his chuckles made his tummy ache again, causing his girl to return to stroking it to make it better. A kiss too? That would make him feel a lot better, even if he was just being greedy now.

"And I told you not to eat so much." The woman retorted, her thumb brushing against the coarse hair that grew on his navel and lead all the way down to...you know what. She knew that path well, but her actions were purely innocent and all in the hopes that he'd feel better soon. Well, they were innocent until Ray's mind turned to filth, forgetting that his youngest sidekick was crippled on the floor thanks to his grapes.

"You know what would make me feel better?" He asked quietly, the air around them suddenly shifting as he tugged her ear closer because if Henry heard, he'd just wither and die on the spot. This was for her ears only and a sure-fire way of making her cheeks scarlet and her lips part in shock. And that was his fourth favourite thing to do, before kissing her, making love to her and numero uno, just being with her, doing the basic boyfriend shit that others overlooked. He loved all of that because he did it for her and when they were together, it was like no one else was in the room. "What?"

"If your hand moved down by about three inches." He smirked, eyes lighting up gleefully when, as predicted, her cheeks flared and she nervously looked to see if Henry had heard. He hadn't, thank god, he was still dying, meaning she was free to let the comment fluster her and he could watch her flounder, knowing every move she'd make. Here came the mouth-drop, three...two...one...there it was.

"Raymond, I—I—you—we—" And next came the stuttering, the desperate search for a reply as she processed how he could switch from being normal to pouty to a man with the filthiest mouth on Earth in about five seconds. He just stared at her with a soft expression, loving how the redness still hadn't gone, even when her juddering jaw came back up and she put her thoughts back together. Sweet girl, he knew her so well, but her next move was a surprise.

"If you insist." It was (y/n)'s turn to be smug when her hand drifted down three inches exactly, over his belt and...well, he wasn't expecting that.

~Half an hour later~

Well, Henry stopped dying a lot sooner than expected, meaning despite their bodies saying, no, please don't go!, they had to get up and pop a gumball for the all-important livestream. Ray set up the computer, sent a message to the team at KLVY News that they had something to say and made sure his hair looked great as (y/n) helped Henry with his tongue issue.

It turned out that his reaction to the bee sting was a bit more dramatic than previously expected and he could barely talk, so being the lovely person she was, the young woman dug through her first-aid kit and brought out some numbing gel stuff that should've numbed the pain and stemmed the swelling. Well, that was the plan anyway and they'd better hurry, 'cause they were going live in five, four, three, two...

"Hi! It's me, Captain Man... Uh, hey, Miss Danger, Kid Danger, are we gonna do this or what?" Ray introduced himself to the viewers as the feed flickered to life, not that he needed any introduction. Everyone knew who he was, but the ones they really wanted to see were next to the elevator, dabbing Henry's tongue with the medicine so he'd stand a chance at appearing healthy. Fat chance, his leg was all fucked-up too, bruised and tender from the fall thirty minutes ago, so what with his tongue and limp (both of which cracked (y/n) up to no end - cruel, but true), he was having a tough time of it.

"Wphang won, pe fottah plutt dhish omn mha tchongue." Henry replied, making (y/n) snort and laugh uncontrollably at how silly he sounded. He had to steady her hands as her body shook and her lungs wheezed for air, but it was just so funny. The kind of funny that's so damn hilarious, it renders you powerless and unable to breathe, shaking like a leaf.

"Well, we're live-streaming right now, so..." Ray told them, his eyes softening when he saw how happy his girl was, how rosy her cheeks were and how she went into another round when Henry started talking again. He couldn't help but snap a quick picture on his phone.

"Whah? Wite wow? Cude, we wolde woo cho gwiv usch ah headsch wup!" He complained, waving his hands around madly, which only made it worse for (y/n). She was in tears at this point, holding her tummy like she was in agony and little gasps passed through her teeth as she tried to not to laugh, tried not to make Henry's minor injury seem stupid, but she couldn't help it. He sounded so fucking funny.

"Heads up." Ray noted, understanding what the kid was saying even through his garbled nonsense and extra syllables. (y/n) finally, somehow, just about managed to finish applying the numbing gel, leaving the tube on a cabinet as Henry quickly pulled her along, eager to get on TV and straighten this whole thing out. Well, I say quickly, as quickly as he could hobbling on one leg, limping in front of the camera and the way he was dragging the woman didn't do her much favours either. She was still light-headed from the laughing and was tripping up over her yelled boots as they approached the screen, the pair of them making a sorry sight in front of the concerned viewers, especially when they tripped on some of the gifts lying around.

"Whe'ur wokay, whe'ur wokay." Henry told Ray as he helped them both up, ensuring to keep a tight hold on his girl's hips as she started laughing again, attempting to suppress it now that they were live, but it just wouldn't stop, a tear fell from her eye and despite making no noise, she was still cracking up. She had no air left to make her vocal cords work, so what should've seemed quite cute, appeared like she was in agony. Right, okay, be cool, be cool, it was time to set things straight.

"Whi, whevwywon, hit's wus, Kwid Dwangur ande Mwiss Dwangur. Ande, uhhh, wee jwust wahnted to sway vhat we'ur wokay! Dhere's nwo nweed to wowwy, we'ur fwine. Whwypur-mowiwwly ande schooper-wegenewaschion waren't diweases, the'ur sootherpowwersth. Stho, theur'sth, nwo nweed for weverywon choo kweep dwopping wocks won yurr headsch, 'causech, we'urr fwine." Henry announced, making Ray genuinely worry for his girlfriend's health as she reached the two minute mark of not stopping for air. Every "word" the kid spoke just made it worse and even though she could survive without air, it didn't make it any less alarming. And the people at home, well, they were so worried! Kid Danger was a shadow of his former self and Miss Danger was in crippling pain, they needed more rocks.

"Ta—hank—youuu—-and—anddd—G-Godd—b-blesss—the-the—ci-ci-ty—-of—of—Swe—ll—view." The young woman managed to get out the last line they'd rehearsed but each word was followed by a desperate gasp for air as she kept squealing. People guessed from the way she was holding his stomach that her intestines were super-degenerating and it must have been agonising. Why else would she not be able to speak normally otherwise?

"Uh, yes. Gobbledy-goo to everyone." Ray finished the livestream in a highly amused mood, reaching for the off button with the knowledge that they'd just made it ten times worse, but seeing his sweet girl so happy made him uncaring. Henry would be disappointed but that smile made it all worth it.

~

"Okay, tongue out again." (y/n) instructed Henry as he got comfortable on the computer chair for another dose of the medicine. Obviously, it hadn't worked well last time, but a second dose was enough to numb his tongue into normality again. He just needed to stay quiet so she could focus and get it done.

"And don't talk. You know that she finds it hilarious when you do the mumble tongue thing." Ray told him firmly, making the kid nod solemnly. The man didn't need to worry, he'd already worked that one out and remained perfectly still as she spread a small blob of gel across the bump, ensuring that she used enough and got it everywhere this time. Laughing was fun, but not when it left her ribs aching and her face blue.

"Okay and...there you go. This stuff should make your tongue swelling go down in fifteen to thirty minutes so just wait whilst I put in some earplugs." She told the kid, handing the tube and spreader to her boyfriend as she swiped two little, orange buds from the console and jammed them in her ears. It seemed a bit weird, but she wasn't going to risk hearing him talk funny, she actually wanted to stop chuckling and spluttering now. 

"I schure hopes stho. Ande it'sh gwood vhat you'ur weawing wear wugs 'cwause whenn wou waugh, woo wook wealwy stwoopid." Henry answered, just after she put them in and it was like someone had turned the noise of the world off. Shit, these earplugs were great (courtesy of Schwoz) and all she could see was the boy's mouth moving and hear the blood rushing through her head. Weird.

"I don't know what you just said, but...okay." Ray nodded, not catching the meaning there but...no laughter! It was a shame to see her spirits dampened, but also interesting to see how she reacted to not being able to hear. It was weird, the Man Cave always made some kind of noise, whether it was the rowdy residents, noisy guests or just the whirring machine, it was never silent, so hearing nothing was new.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" (y/n) asked her boyfriend in a fucking loud voice when she saw his lips move, thinking she was speaking in a normal tone, but really she bellowed in his face. Henry and Ray cringed at her volume, wondering how such a usually reserved person could be so deafening, but it wasn't like they could tell her to be quiet, so the superhero just put his finger on his lips before kissing her forehead. She got the message, snuggling into his chest so she could feel his heartbeat, and the silence was peaceful, until Charlotte stepped out of the elevator, PearPad in hand and she did not look happy.

"Hey, guys." She greeted, expecting things to be normal in her workplace, well, as normal as things got around the headquarters of a secretive superhero, but things were getting weird. Henry needed to get his tongue sorted and fast.

"Hey, Charlotte." "Hwey, what'sch wup?" "HI, CHARLOTTE!" The girl cringed at the sudden shouting, wondering what the hell was up with (y/n) as she stood there with a pleasant smile on her face as if she hadn't just yelled at the top of her lungs. Was this something to do with that car crash of a livestream?

"What's wrong with her?" She asked Ray, who slinked an arm around his girl's shoulders so she'd relax and not shout at anyone else. Fuck, how long did that gel say it was gonna take? He loved her with all his heart, every fibre of his being, but even he couldn't tolerate being deafened every time he got close enough to kiss her.

"She laughs uncontrollably every time Henry talks so she's got Schwoz's fancy earplugs in. Can't hear a thing, not even hers—" Ray answered, trying to make it brief so his girl wouldn't try to add something to the conversation, but she interrupted, thinking no one was talking 'cause she couldn't hear them or see Ray's lips moving.

"SORRY, CHARLOTTE. I WOULD TALK TO YOU BUT I'VE GOT THESE EARPLUGS IN AND I CAN'T HEAR A DAMN THING. YOU CAN TALK TO RAY THOUGH, AND HENRY, BUT HE MAKES ME LAUGH SO I HAVE TO WEAR THESE!" She bellowed, making everyone jump as she explained her situation, thinking nothing about how the girl in front of her was wincing. Seriously, she wasn't even that tall, how could be so loud?

"Quiet, sweet girl. Hey, did you see our livestream?" Ray asked, petting (y/n)'s head and signalling for her to be quiet, which she got. Maybe her voice was going crazy since she could hear herself, crazy being the understatement of the year. She just hugged Ray's waist, happy to lean her cheek against the crevasse between his pecs where she could feel his strong heartbeat against her skin. When one sense goes, the others elevate, and she was loving it.

"Uh, yeah. They're talking about it on the news right now." She told them, intriguing Henry, who was eager to see if his little plan had worked. Come on, the people of Swellview had to think he was okay now, they'd heard it from his own lips. Or had they?

"Oh, yeah?" "Woh, weah? Won wha nwews?" Ray and Henry asked, but no one had told the girl why he sounded like his mouth was full of marbles. She understood (y/n) and got why she laughed every time he talked, but why he was talking like that was still a mystery to her and everyone else in Swellview. At least she knew it wasn't because of a fake disease.  "Hey, why are you talking like that?"

"Bee stung his tongue, now, it's numb," Ray replied, making her giggle for unknown reasons. Had he said something funny?

"Ha, that rhymed." She giggled, making her chuckle too. He was a poet and he didn't know it, the modern-day Shakespeare, well, Shakespeare if he was born in America and wore a tight, red and blue super suit. Sometimes, his genius was so big, it generated gravity, at least it did to him. "Oh, yeah. I am awesome!"

"Plut won vthe nwews." Henry interrupted his little self-praising session. He didn't care about how big-headed Ray thought he was, he just wanted to hear what people were saying about him, which made it a bit ironic. If only (y/n) could talk without bursting their ears drums. 

"Wokay!" Ray mocked him, leaning over and hitting the button since he had to stay still. The gel was beginning to work, but not enough to make him normal. Hopefully, he'd be all right again after they watched Trent, Mary and that stupid doctor. And it wasn't nice to make fun of his temporary condition, Ray didn't tolerate being mocked, so why should he?

"Whow, wokay. Kweep dwoing vhat ande I weel twell youer gwirlfwend abwout youer pwans to mawwy hurr." He snapped, making Ray clamp his hand over his mouth as he looked at (y/n) with terrified eyes, scared that she might have heard in some impossible way. She hadn't, duh, Schwoz's tech was way too sophisticated to just stop working and she was in her own little world as she twiddled her thumbs, waiting to stare at the news. Thank god for that, Ray would've died on the spot.

"You can't tell her anything, it's a secret. Understand?" The large, fairly intimidating man growled at the boy, his eyes burning into him as he nodded slowly, knowing that he poked a very sore spot. Of course, he'd never spill the beans when she could hear him, he'd never forgive himself, but it was also his reminder for Ray to hurry the fuck up. Everyone was waiting for the big moment when they got to see him drop to one knee, but he kept saying the timing was wrong, but there was never the right time. Couldn't he just do it?

"Now, let's take a look at the next clip. "We'ur wokay! Dhere's nwo nweed to wowwy, we'ur fwine."" Trent introduced a clip of Henry's speech and the doctor took a big interest in how the boy sounded terrible and how Miss Danger was twitching from her "agonising seizure". Okay, yeah, it did sound really bad on TV, maybe a live-streaming straight after a bee sting wasn't the best idea.

"Well, now it seems that his hyper-motility is affecting his tonguial motions, which is why he sounds like ahbobobubabobobab. And Miss Danger appears to be suffering from super-degeneration of the stomach, that's why she's so clearly in pain." Doctor Skurvay described, giving some semi-competent analysis for the video. It wasn't perfect, but then again, he didn't have the facts and was just making some hypotheses based on what he could see.

"Right and obviously, the only reason Kid danger is denying his and Miss Danger's illness is to be brave in their battles against certain doom. Sadly, I think their next livestream might be a dead-stream." Trent theorised, making Henry groan. He hadn't done a bit to help anything, in fact, they'd made it ten times worse. Now, people thought they were actually on the verge of death and that made Ray chuckle as (y/n) tried to lipread the news anchors. Something about their rattle against a celery baboon?

"But here's some heartwarming news. Local tween, Piper Hart, president of Captain Man's fan club, is planning the biggest rock box dump of all. She's heading to Swellview Park, where fifteen-hundred and twenty-four rocks will be dropped on her head." Oh, fuck. What the hell was Piper doing? Why were teenagers so dumb these days? That many rocks on anyone's head would kill them and Piper would be crushed under the torrent, dead or at the very least, severely brain-damaged. Oh god, Henry had to do something and he had to do something quickly.

"That's really sweet of your sister," Ray mentioned, obviously thinking it was a bad idea, but still, the thought was there. It was the only thought in the desolate wasteland of her brain, but still, it was nice that she was trying to help out.

"Sweet?!" "Dude! Wee gwotta gwet two Swewllvoo Parghk ang gwo swave hwer!" Charlotte and Henry argued, making (y/n) wonder why they both suddenly looked so angry. She'd been zoning out for the past few minutes, living in her own head since everything was so quiet and she wondered if it was safe to remove the earplugs yet.

"Why?" Ray asked, thinking that Piper wasn't actually gonna do it. It was so dumb, that and often he forgot that people weren't him or Miss Danger. Normal, squishy people could get injured, especially petite little girls and sometimes he didn't keep that in mind.

"Because she's about to drop fifteen-hundred rocks on her head!" Charlotte yelled, trying to get it into his thick skull. Geez, how did (y/n) do this? She must've had the patience of a saint, 'cause he was difficult and Charlotte was tempted to bring her back to reality if it meant she didn't have to do the explaining anymore.

"Let'sch gwo!" Henry told Ray, marching off towards the tube pads with determination in every step, but he was forgetting a very important member of the team, one who had a cool superpower, whose gut-feeling was never wrong and the only person who could keep Ray's childishness under control - (y/n).

"Hold on a minute." Ray groaned, not wanting to leave the sanctuary of his home, therefore, he'd take home with him. And no, he wasn't packing up the Man Cave and dragging it along in a suitcase or something, he was gently cupping (y/n)'s cheeks, drawing a soft, rogue gasp from her lips at his sudden touch. She hadn't expected it, being lost in her head and didn't know what her voice was doing until his fingers brushed against her ears and carefully removed the plugs, causing her to wince as sound burst back into her life. "Come on, sweet girl. We need to go."

"Fuck, that's loud. Wha—where are we going?" She stuttered, getting used to hearing things again. She had never realised how noisy the machines around the room were or how easy it was to hear someone breathing if you paid close enough attention. Anyway, they had a mission and she had no clue what was going on.

"Piper is about to dump one and a half thousand rocks on her head because she thinks you and Henry are dying. You need to go stop her before it's too late!" Charlotte exclaimed, bringing her up to speed very quickly and the young woman's eyes bulged out of her head when she heard the news. Sweet, little Piper Hart was about to do what now?

"Sweet cheese, we gotta go! Come on, handsome, Piper needs us!" (y/n) gasped and grabbed Ray's hand before he knew what was happening. His sweet girl was back in the game and yanked him swiftly across the room, heading for the tubes, which gave him just enough time to grab a meatloaf before they left. He'd digested all the stuff from earlier, he just wanted a small snack for the road, something Henry and (y/n) weren't happy about as they prepared to shoot off.

"Hey! That's ours!" The woman complained, spotting the cling-film-wrapped hunk in his hands as she put her arms around her neck and squeezed against him so they could share a tube, an always delightful experience for both of them.

"Wha? Dwude, woo cwan't bwing ower mweatwoaf." Henry complained too, only making (y/n) giggle against Ray's chest this time, a markdown from the side-splitting laughter she'd experienced earlier. Okay, it wasn't as funny now, that was good, still amusing, but getting better. 

"Uh, yes, I can bring a mweatwoaf. It's my girlfriend's too." The man argued, rolling his eyes as Henry whacked his belt buckle and (y/n) did the honours for Ray since he already had his arms around her, plus the loaf in one of his hands. He never minded her hands down there, he'd be a fool to complain. 

"Wup dhe chwoob!" Ah, slight problem. Henry's speech was so bad, the fancy tube microphone didn't register it as a command, it just made (y/n) giggle a bit more. Ray looked at Henry in annoyance and then down at the girl in his arms with pure adoration, wondering how lucky he was to have someone so darn cute as his hopeful, future wife.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get that." An automated voice stated, making Henry shout badly with no success again. In fact, it thought he was saying something completely different, which was extremely irritating. "Searching for cup of soup."

"Up the tube," Ray said it for him, his voice smooth and clear as the computer finally got the message and activated the tube suckage. They blasted off, going higher and higher until Ray couldn't hold onto both his girl and the meatloaf at the same time, so h had to choose between who/what to save and the answer was obvious.

"Ah, my meatloaf!" He cried as the dense loaf dropped onto the tube area below. He couldn't let his girl fall and it would be there when they got back, he'd just be slightly peckish in the meantime.

"Ha!" Henry laughed as he heard the conundrum and was glad that Ray had been taught a lesson, leaving Charlotte to roll her eyes back in the hideout. Thank god they were gone, loneliness meant an easier life.

~Swellview Park~

Well, Piper was pretty much ready to go. She'd gotten all her rocks in one big box, she had a forklift to tip them onto her head and she'd even hired Jasper to operate the dangerous, complex machinery. What could go wrong there? 

A crowd had amassed in the area, holding signs of support and love, wanting to see this girl go through with her promise, such a brave act in memory of Kid Danger and Miss Danger, the ones who would soon no longer be with them. It was thanks to people like Piper that awareness for hyper-motility and super-degeneration was spreading and if she died, then she'd be as much of a hero. A stupid hero, but a hero nonetheless. 

The little girl stood at her podium, a mic in her hand and she beamed at the crowd. She had no idea how big this would get; yeah, she was a bit nervous, but she'd do anything for her favourite sidekicks and didn't know what Swellview or Captain Man was gonna without them, especially Miss Danger. They were in every gossip magazine, each detailing how loyal, passionate and committed to one another they were, which was true, they'd just never get the full story. How would he fight crime without her?

"Hello, everyone in Swellview and beyond, I wanna say that it doesn't matter th—" Piper began her introduction to the livestream after the lame countdown of her camera, shaking off the shock of starting so quickly like a true professional. Her voice was steady and her smile was bright, everything was going good...until Jasper started to mess about with the forklift.

"Okay, I got this. Backing up!" He shrugged, thinking he was about to go backwards and get into position for the rock dropping, but he hadn't got it. He pressed the wrong button, making the forklift shoot forward uncontrollably towards a group of civilians snacking at a group of picnic benches. Thankfully, they all managed to get away before he ploughed through them, leaving nothing but splinters in his wake. Giving him such heavy machinery to handle was a huge mistake on Piper's part. "Uh, it's okay! I have an uncle who repairs picnic tables!"

"Please just move the forklift into position!" Piper yelled at him, hating how everything he touched turned into a farce. They were doing this for two of the greatest superheroes of all time, therefore they needed a little decorum and terrorising picnicking families wasn't helping. Still, she shook off the embarrassment and smiled into the camera again, picking up from where she left off. "Cool. And now, get ready for the biggest rock box dump of all time. Fifteen-hundred and twenty-four dropped right on my head!"

"Okay, Jasper! Get ready to pull that dump lever!" She told the teen as the crowd cheered and he was ready to help out. 'he'd never do it himself, but Piper had determination and he just wanted to get on her good side. "If you say so!"

"Drum roll!" She ordered, making Oliver Pook play a pathetic beat on a shitty drum set that weirded out the audience more than thrilling them, but Piper had the enthusiasm to make up for it. It was time, the moment she'd waited for, the moment she'd entered the history books for the biggest well-meaning idiot of all time.

"Okay, everybody! Five, four, three, two—" Piper braced herself for the pain she'd seen on everyone's faces and adjusted her flimsy hat over her honey-coloured hair so she'd have some protection. Yeah, like that was gonna save her, or maybe, someone else would step in at the right time and...

"Stop the dump!" Henry and (y/n) yelled in unison as they ran onto the scene, Ray jogging behind them since it wasn't him who the crowd needed to see. Henry used his laser to zap Jasper's hand away from the controls, saving his sister's life at the last minute as the woman guided her away from the drop zone.

"Kid Danger! Miss Danger!" Piper exclaimed as she saw the heroes walking, breathing and perfectly all right. They seemed fine as Captain Man caught up with them and she was flabbergasted as to what was going on. Shouldn't they be dead by now? Or as one kid put it, in the hospital?

"NO!" Henry told the boy who spoke up, making him frown as (y/n) noticed all the phones in the area, pointed straight at the,. There was no time to be nervous, if they were live then that meant that people could finally learn the truth.

"Hey, little girl, are all these kids live-streaming?" She asked Piper, gesturing to all the PearPhones and the girl took a moment to respond. Miss Danger was talking to her, she was okay! Only hours ago she was writhing in pain, what had happened? "Yeah."

"Good. How's your tongue?" Ray asked the boy next to him, who wiggled the muscle around and decided that it was fine now. No swelling, no bump, the gel had worked a treat and he could speak perfectly normal now, which was good news for everyone. "Better."

"You and Miss Danger, go talk to 'em." He told him, his hand hovering on his girlfriend's back as she reached over to grab the mic from Piper. She wasn't going to be shouting again, so this would work just fine because everyone in Swellview, or maybe even the whole world needed to hear about how they were okay and their superpowers were chill.

"Okay, let's do this. Right, so, hi, everyone. Please, listen to me...we are not sick! Okay? We are perfectly healthy." (y/n) told the people calmly, who didn't react with the same levelheadedness. They erupted into gasps and disbelief, with one boy even going as far as to label her a liar, something that made Ray growl. This little punk thought what? No one, not even a little kid insults his girlfriend, did he want to die? 'Cause he was gonna hurt him, well, he would if (y/n) hadn't put a hand in front of him, telling him that she and Henry could handle this.

"What? No, she's not lying. She's telling the truth." Henry backed her up, raising her hand to his face so he could use the mic, not that anyone was gonna believe them that easily. They thought they were just saying it to be brave in the face of death, something that was admirable, but stupid if they thought they were gonna fall for it. 

"Kid Danger, Miss Danger, you don't have to pretend for us." "We know you're doomed." Piper and the evil child from before countered, wearing ray's patience thin. Seriously, did he have to use his Captain Man status to make them believe his sidekicks? He really thought Swellviewians were more intelligent than this.

"No, they are not!...doomed." Ray rolled his eyes, knowing that the entire city would know if his sweet girl was dying. He'd fight a thousand men and walk across the Earth barefoot if it meant he could save her and his unflappable face spoke volumes. Neither one of them were dying, there wasn't a shitstorm to prove it.

"But Captain Man said that you have hyper-motility and super-degeneration," Piper stated, remembering the hero's exact words from his terrible interview with Evelyn Hall, a moment Ray would prefer to forget since it made him so uncomfortable and made his girl feel sad. Stupid Evelyn, stupid news crew...

"Yeah, hyper-motility isn't a disease. Okay? It's a superpower." Henry replied, sending everyone in shock and confusion as he passed the microphone to (y/n) so she could explain her situation too. Her power was the opposite of a disease, she couldn't even get sick, how ironic.

"And it's super-REgeneration, not degeneration. It's also a superpower, so for the last time, we are not dying." She stressed, wanting to make it absolutely clear that she didn't destroy her own body, she replenished it, healing over wounds and afflictions with such lightning speed that it made her nearly as powerful as Captain Man, minus the bulk.

"Kid, sweet girl, why don't you go show 'em?" Ray suggested. He knew that a demonstration was the only real way to drive this home, seal the deal once and for all so no one would get confused ever again. 

"All right, guys, check this out," Henry said, nudging the woman and passing the mic to Ray as they made their way into the centre of the crowd, some plans forming in their heads on how they were gonna do this. Henry was easy, he could just swipe something, but (y/n)'s would be a little more dangerous...

Henry sauntered up to a nervous-looking gentleman next to Jasper's forklift and in the blink of an eye, snatched his terribly-fitting toupee from his head, shocking everyone at how his arm was a blur and he wasn't finished there. In another flash, the toupee was back on the man's head, if slightly mussed from the speed.

"Okay, see? That's hyper-motility. It makes me have super fast reflexes. Now, Captain Man will demonstrate Miss Danger's super-regeneration." Henry explained, gesturing to Ray as (y/n) nudged a blaster into his hand and took a few steps back, making him look at her with petrified eyes. She didn't want him to...did she?

"Okay, everyone. Captain Man is gonna blast me in the chest." She told them calmly, waiting for her boyfriend to do his part, but even just pointing the thing at her was impossible, he couldn't even contemplate hurting hurt, even if it would be a scratch, nothing more. He protected her, he didn't want to lay a finger on her ever, even if she wanted him to, it was against every promise he'd ever made for her.

"I—I can't shoot you, sweet girl. I don't wanna hurt you." He whispered, feeling his fingers tremble as they touched the trigger, but her eyes were gentle even as she toyed with death and her gaze told him, it was okay. She knew that he'd rather hurt himself than her, preferring to shelter her from the worst things in life, but it was okay. She could do this. 

"You won't. Come on, do it." She ordered, placing her hands on her hips and standing proudly as Ray screwed his eyes tightly shut and fired a bolt of scorching plasma at her, the crowd screaming Bloody Mary when it hit her in the heart. She stumbled forwards, her hand flying to her clavicle as someone shouted for an ambulance and Ray and Henry waited with bated breath for her skin to stitch itself together again. It was a painful few seconds, (y/n) waiting patiently until she felt nothing, just her smooth, unmarried skin once again as the gaping wound faced away and the blood evaporated as if it was never there. Wicked.

"In the words of Captain Man, I'm okay!" She smiled at everyone, giving them a twirl to show them that she was back to her old self, not even a scar on her chest as they gasped and applauded, cooing when Ray walked over to give her a gentle kiss. He was scared for a moment there, knowing that if something had gone wrong with him pulling the trigger, his entire world would've collapsed at that very moment.

"Do you see now? Super-regeneration means I heal really, really quickly. I can survive any injury and I don't get sick, so it's basically the opposite of a disease." She told the crowd, taking the mic from Henry as Ray tucked the blaster into his belt and kept an arm around her waist, so proud that he had such an amazing woman as both his sidekick and his lover. Not to mention, Henry; that kid had skills.

"But then, how come you were clutching your stomach in agony and Kid Danger was talking so weird?" Piper asked, wondering how that fitted into everything. The livestream revealed everything and everyone believed it, but maybe there was a reasonable explanation after all. "And what about your limping?"

"That was just—uh, I fell on a grape and I twisted my ankle," Henry replied, stretching his healed foot to show them that he was fine now. A little stiff, but he'd make a full recovery, after all, the Man Cave had a great resident nurse.

"And before that, he got tongue-stung by a bee and Miss Danger was laughing at him. Really hard." Ray finished, smirking down at his girlfriend as she got a bit bashful. Maybe she'd found it a little too funny, but things had worked out just fine.

"Yeah, that tracks." Piper nodded, her and the crowd realising that they'd all made a huge mistake in listening to gossip without checking the facts. Geez, now Piper was feeling dumb about the whole rock thing and was super grateful that they'd stopped her before she'd...y'know, rocked herself to death.

"And by the way, it is very dangerous to drop rocks on your head, so no kid should ever do that, ever," Ray told all the gullible kids in the crowd, knowing that a lot had them had already done just that or were gonna after they'd watch Piper. If Captain Man said no, then they were gonna listen; he was smart, well, he was most of the time and when his girlfriend was around.

"Even if you see some idiot doing it on the TV or the internet, understand?" (y/n) added, getting the message across that just because someone is famous, it doesn't mean they're intelligent. Kim K is one, great example of that.

"Now, you, boy. Move this forklift outta here. These things are dangerous." Okay, with all the safety stuff over, Ray gestured for Jasper to go take the rocks somewhere they couldn't hurt anyone and since he was his boss in every sense of the word, Jasper immediately started fiddling with the controls, which he still hadn't mastered.

"You got it, Captain Man. Oh..." He tried to do his best, but everything was so complex, he hit the wrong button and was powerless to stop the forklift raising the tons of rocks and dumping them over Ray's head, just as (y/n) had momentarily left his side to pass the mic back to Henry. The man cried out in agony as the rocks rained down on him, a small part of him grateful that his girl was nowhere near him when this happened, 'cause it was horrendous. His body was pinned against the concrete as it was pummelled with stone with enough force to kill a man, but thank god, he wasn't just a man, he was Captain Man.

(y/n) stood there in horror, frozen as she lost sight of her boyfriend's iconic costume and Jasper as he immediately jumped out of the machine and legged it to a safe distance where Ray couldn't kill him. That is if he was all right. Was he breathing? The crowd gathered around, ready to get some pics for the socials, but Henry just had to hold onto (y/n)' shoulder as she prayed that he was okay. Just a sign, just a little sign since he wasn't letting her run forward.

"Oh my god, Captain Man! Are you—" She whimpered, stumbling closer with Henry's arms still keeping her from doing anything rash, but it was all fine. Slowly, a trembling arm poked through the rocks and Ray made the okay sign with his fingers and thumb to tell them that of course, he was okay. He was the Captain Man, nothing could destroy him, well, losing his girlfriend could, but come on, like that would ever happen.

~A couple of hours later, in the Man Cave~

What a damn, eventful day. After digging Ray out from his burial of rocks (with the help of Piper and her Twitflash-addicted friends), (y/n) had convinced him not to kill Jasper, whispering something in his ear that Henry decided was not worth knowing as they drove home. Where were Schwoz's earplugs when he needed them?

Anyway, they'd made it back to the Man Cave and as a treat for being so brave and taking fifteen hundred rocks to the face like a man, Charlotte and (y/n) had melted some chocolate in an old fondue set, bought some grapes from the local grocery store and had gathered the team together for a snack session. The raspberry Kool-Aid was flowing, the chocolate was great and it was the perfect way to spend the evening. Plus, it gave (y/n) a great excuse to snuggle into Ray's side as they fondued (not like that), his arm around her shoulders as she rested her head in the crook of his neck, the perfect position for him to press kisses into her hair.

"All right, now, come on. We just need, like, a cool, easy-to-remember name that really says super fast reflexes." Ray prompted the group as they shoved the gooey grapes into their mouths. This was the latest topic, deciding what to call Henry's reflexes since their current name was a bit mouthy, even if it did the job just fine.

"How about we just call it, SFR?" Jasper suggested, thinking that an acronym would save them time, but it wasn't good enough for Ray. It had to sound cool and three letters didn't sound cool.

"How about you just stop talking?" The man replied, turning his nose up at the idea and the other two teens were in agreement. It did sound shit, despite (y/n) sticking up for the boy against her doofus.

"Oh, watch it, you." She warned, jabbing her finger into his chest as she stirred another grape through the chocolate, causing Ray to kiss her head again as a way of an apology. He didn't want to upset her, this was way too cosy to pass up or ruin.

"What about...lightning fightning?" Henry suggested, waving his hands around mystically as if his suggestion was magical. Newsflash, it wasn't, it stank and his friends were quick to tell him.

"That is awful and if you call it that, I'm never fighting crime with you again." (y/n) wrinkled her nose as Charlotte threw a napkin at him. Well, Ray couldn't have his sweet girl not fighting by his side, she looked way too hot in her costume for her to lock it up and leave the hero life behind. Luckily for him though, Charlotte had a much more sensible idea.

"Hey, I know what we could call your super fast reflexes." She stated, piquing the boys' interest as they dipped more grapes. Okay, she was smart, maybe it was a pun, or even better, maybe it was something epic and dramatic... "Yeah?" "Hit me."

"Super fast reflexes." She told them simply, knowing that it's what they'd been using since Henry had received the powers last year and it had been great up until now. Why not just stick with what they knew and avoid complicating things?

"It works." "Love it." "Done." Jasper, Ray and Henry agreed, making the girls smile as they finally agreed on a name, chinking their glasses together so they could make it official. God, it felt good to get shit done and super fast reflexes would be the forever name of Henry's superpower, something that was now irrefutable.

"Glad we've cleared that up. Now, I'm off to the bathroom, so don't miss me too much." (y/n) chuckled, swallowing a swig of her raspberry drink just to be polite since she really needed to pee. She'd sat through the debate to make sure nothing bad would happen and now she could go, much to Ray's disappointment. The woman untangled herself from his embrace and lifted herself over the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to Ray's cheek as she skipped over to the secret door and the small bathroom hidden down the corridor. 

"Hurry back, sweet girl!" He grinned, not noticing the kids' smirks as he watched her leave, not missing one sway of her hips until she was completely out of sight and it was then that he noticed the stares. What was up with them?

"What? Do I have chocolate on my face?" He mumbled, reaching to wipe away the offending smear, but his skin was clean and they just shook their smirking heads. Okay, what was happening? Why did this feel like an ambush all of a sudden?

"No, we're just curious..." Henry started, fighting back the urge to straight out smile at how they were worming their way onto their favourite topic since (y/n) was out of the room. They hadn't just sat down and talked about it openly yet, not altogether at least and it was time for him to spill.

"About what?" Ray asked calmly, knowing what they getting at, but he wouldn't give them the satisfaction just yet. He merely ate another grape and sat back to each one of them like he was the one in control even though his heart rate was skyrocketing. She was just in the bathroom, what if she overheard? 

"Oh, you know...you proposing to (y/n)." Jasper sighed, trailing his finger around the table like he was being casual and hearing it out loud made Ray snap his dipping skewer in half. Fuck, just the thought of doing it thrilled and terrified him; he wanted to, honest to god, he did, he knew he was ready. Scared shitless, but ready, but nothing else seemed to agree. He'd thought about just getting down on one knee at random moments, but nothing had felt special or right. Everything had to be perfect for her, including where, when and how he went about it, and so far, nothing had screamed "Now! Now! Now!" To him.

"And how you haven't yet," Charlotte added on the end, meeting his eyes by dipping her head and deliberately seeking them out. She wouldn't normally pressure him, being the most sensible and knowledgeable about girls in the teen lineup, but even she was getting bored and curious about the hold-up. He wasn't having second thoughts, was he?

"Rub it in, why don't you?" He mumbled, messing with the broken skewer as Henry leaned in, taking the leading role since he was arguably Ray's best friend since (y/n) was now his girlfriend and he knew that he'd be the one to get through and come out of it alive.

"Well, why haven't you asked her yet? You're are gonna do it...aren't you?" The kid asked nervously, not wanting to poke the grumpy bear too much, but they were on a time limit here and needed answers fast. Plus, he could handle pouty Ray, he'd just make up some excuse and fetch (y/n). Simple.

"Of course, I am! I love her, don't I? I just...haven't found the right moment." He confessed, sighing as he thought about how much harder this whole charade had turned out to be. For once, he was sure about what he was doing, knew where his feelings were and wasn't afraid to admit them; it was the world working against him this time, not himself.

"What do you mean? Just get down on one knee and say "(y/n), will you marry me?" Charlotte advised, thinking that it always seemed so easier in the movies and Jasper agreed. Just say it, get it out there, wait for her to say yes, 'cause she was obviously gonna say yes, and then go off, get married, have loads of kids and live happily ever after. Why couldn't he do that?

"It's not that simple. I've tried, I'm taking the ring everywhere we go, but, it's always too busy, or we're on the brink of death, or she's distracted or I'm distracted. I just need the right moment and then I'll do it." Ray groaned, rubbing his eyes as the kids finally understood. Yeah, a crap proposal would be bad luck and if any couple deserved happiness, it was these two. If soulmates existed, they would've found each other at the end of the little red string wrapped around their pinkies.

"Look, man. You've found the right girl, so...you're gonna find that right moment. You—we've just got to be patient, right, guys?" Henry put a hand on his shoulder and looked at his two friends, who nodded vigorously. Beneath the sentiment, he was right, (y/n) was perfect for Ray and everything always worked out in the end for them.

"Yeah." "Totally. It'll happen." Jasper and Charlotte reassured him, smiling and almost choking on their grapes as (y/n) happily came back into the room all of a sudden, wafting her damp hands. She didn't notice their slight panic and merely smiled brightly as she approached her friends and shimmied back over the couch, fitting into Ray's side again as if she'd never left.

"So, what's been happening?" She asked, allowing them all to jump back into a conversation about random things, from helicopters to kangaroos, with all eyes on her for some reason. She couldn't put her finger on it, but they were all looking at her like she'd brought world peace and ended world hunger, like she was...perfect as she snuggled back into her boyfriend and relished the kiss he pressed to her forehead.

Ray could wait, it would be frustrating but he could do it. He'd waited for her for so long and just knowing that his time with his perfect girl would come, was good enough for him.

[angstfactory]

The sight of her back, only triggered decades of issues the man developed from important people doing the very same thing to him. Disappointment sank in heavy as he realized he wanted her to prove him wrong. Just this once, someone prove him wrong. He had literally just said, he couldn't talk without being an asshole. Not that he wasn't willing to talk. And she had taken the out he offered. She folded.

Jesse was a cheater, after all. Her words and behavior in that moment only reinforced his shitty beliefs and proved him right. Like so many others had done before her. Everything would just be so much easier, if she -- and the rest, honestly -- stopped with the bullshit claims they actually gave a fuck about him. They couldn't even stay and fucking fight with him. Jesse didn't need any of this shit.

"Oh fuck off," his eyes rolled, "this is my world. You came into my bubble, my space -- not the other way around. That's all bullshit, it's a fuckin' cop-out. Just be honest, alright? If you cared, n' I mean if you truly fuckin' gave a shit, you wouldn't be walkin' away now. You came here expectin' for me to just be 'oh yeah, everything's right as rain, detective, thanks for botherin' to check' n' instead saw I was goin' through way more shit than you're willin' to help me through." He shook his head. "Nobody gets to tell me I'm not allowed to fuckin' be upset n' that my fuckin' problems ain't shit just because you guys got your own crap, too. Maybe they ain't to you, but they are to me," his hand patted over his chest as he said this, as he followed in after the woman while she tried to walk away.

"I ain't fuckin' perfect, I say shit -- I do shit -- I know I fuck up all the time, but it's me. You can't just come here, expectin' me to listen n' believe you when you claim to care, while you're puttin' your god damn back to me n' sayin' 'ah, no, Jesse, I'll just wait 'til you start behavin' yourself again first'. Don't bullshit me, Kara. I don't need a fuckin' fair-weather friend." Jesse knew, he was often a walking contradiction. He said one thing, expected another. One moment, he could feel one way and the next, a whole other way completely. He knew he wasn't an easy person and was far from a perfect one, at that. But he was sick of people abandoning him when he needed them most and making wild ass assertions that he was important to them in the same breath.

Oh, no, he threw his crap on her? THROW HER CRAP BACK! Friends shouldered shit together, didn't they? Weren't they supposed to sling their shit at each other then? What good was a support system if it couldn't even bear the test! If she wanted to do this, she needed to buck the hell up and strap the fuck in.

"Kara, jesus, just fuckin'--" A hand came out to take her shoulder and stop the woman. He let her go just as quickly, though. Instead, Jesse moved to stand in her way because if she was going to walk away, it wouldn't be easy. She'd have to do it intentionally, this time. Because he was only going to reach across this once. It was against his better judgment, too. Inside, he was screaming at himself not to bother, this wasn't in his best interest. He was only opening himself up to fresh hurt once she advised him to fuck all the way off. But maybe that's what he needed, so he could use it as fuel to get himself out of this place quicker.

He studied her features. She was definitely a bit red-eyed now. And clearly, she had her own assumptions of what he must think of her. Which, granted, was his own fault. It made him feel like a real fucking creep, actually. She probably wasn't the only one he'd made feel that way, either-- the man spouted off at the mouth on the regular, heavily flirting and hitting on any walk of life that gave him the time of day. To him, it was all supposed to be harmless fun and jokes, and if it lead to anything else, bonus points! But clearly, that behavior only caused women like Kara to internalize a belief that that was all they were good for. That he couldn't possibly just be her fucking friend, unless he got something sexual in return. Jesse felt disgusted with himself.

It wasn't even true. He liked her, a lot. She was such a tough cookie. Did he have some harmless crush on her? Yeah, he did. In the way one admired a favorite person and wanted to be involved in their life in some meaningful way. He wanted her to like him. And in a weird way, all the ridiculous flirting and over-the-top attempts to be stupid funny was Jesse's attempts to charm and woo her into tolerating his presence. He was naturally unserious like that with everyone, honestly. Each one of the Sykes clan... Jesse wanted involvement with each other of them for different reasons. Kara was the badass friend with a gun. Bianca reminded him of a mother he'd have liked to have. Zach-- well, actually, he didn't know shit all about that guy, so.

And Cassidy... Well, fuck Cas too. For reasons.

"Look," he inhaled a deep breath to attempt to calm those frayed nerves that caused him to attack her in the first place, "I'm sorry, okay?" Jesse shrugged helplessly, his jaw taut as his teeth clenched briefly-- being vulnerable and open with someone was never easy. "I've said a lot of stupid shit. I know.." a hand brushed some curls back, ".. it's not your fault, these ain't your problems.. I barely know what I'm doin' here -- I am just, all over the fuckin' place, I know.." He often was. But those recent attacks had done a real number on the guy, to the point where he wasn't even sure what he wanted anymore. Let alone how to express it at this point. "I'm goin'.. I'm gettin' the fuck out of here, you won't have to deal with me again but.. I can't leave things like this."

He knew, at this point, he had no right to ask anything of her after all of that. But since when had that stopped Jesse before? Hell, he wasn't even sure what it was he thought this would solve. He just didn't want to leave with her thinking he was actually a piece of shit. That bothered him to the core. "Please."

Kara didn't know what else there was to say on the topic. Clearly Jesse had some lowly opinion of himself, or of her, or perhaps both, to think that some silly card game had any real bearings on anything, really. Saying she thought he cheated because she'd lost didn't mean she thought that was his entire personality. It was supposed to be in good fun. Why would it even matter, what she thought of him? He was making it abundantly clear he thought she was nothing more than someone to walk all over. Some stupid cop who waved her gun around and thought she was better than, apparently.

Even now, people wanted to shove her into some mold she didn't fit in. Even now, people were going to go out of their way to tell her what she thought instead of listening to what she was saying. Even now, after all the effort she'd made to make a life and a name for herself, she was still that little girl who didn't know what she wanted or how to get there because everyone else was telling her what she was supposed to be. A good witch who used her magic the way her parents wanted her to. A good cop who could do nothing more than hide behind her weapon. Nothing special. Nobody.

She'd thought she'd moved passed all that childhood trauma, but no. Here it still was, coming back full force right into her face.

"Well that's not true," she mumbled, her head shaking in disagreement. "You're not an asshole, you're just being one right now." Even if she didn't know him all that well, she knew him better than that. And even if he was a cheater at a card game, she was a sore loser. Everyone had their shit. "So like I said, when you're done thinking the world revolves around you and you're the only one with problems, feel free to come talk to me about it, if you want. But I'm not going to stand here and let you pile your bullshit onto me. I'm not some bin you can throw your shit into and piss all over just because you feel bad. I'm not some poor 'woe is me' girl that just finds a guy to comfort her when she's sad or lonely or 'in need of a distraction.' I'm not some bitch that is just walking around looking for a lay twenty-four-seven because apparently that's all you think I'm good for. And if that's really all you think of me, then maybe don't bother coming to find me when you're feeling better."

And with that she turned on her heels, only then wiping at the tears that had overfilled her eyes and fallen down her cheeks without her notice, and left the junkyard behind.

[justagirlsearchingforamuse]

Hot Take: It’s hard to excuse or even reason with Gavin Reed’s behavior and the fact so much of the fandom is fine with excusing or making their own versions of the character rather than just accept the fact he’s a racist who literally goes out of his way to abuse Connor. His bio is literally describing him as a scumbag who only cares about himself and the fact that so many people like this shitty ass man who is racist towards androids says so much about this fandom. The game’s core theme is racism as well as injustice, I hate the excuse that Hank managed to change so why can’t Gavin? Gavin shows no dislike to the way he is, he shows no signs of wanting to change I could’ve believed he wasn’t an asshole to his core if for example he has moments of hesitation when he fights Connor or something. But if Connor comes across his path, he always tries to fight with him or humiliate him, always telling him he’s a machine and no it’s not because he worked his ass of to get to where he is, he’s stepped over a few people’s toes and is cutthroat in work. I don’t care if you like him as he is but to completely try to make up excuses as for why he is the way he is, for humiliating Connor, for beating him up when he wasn’t a threat to him and shooting Connor if you fail enough quick-time events. In a way you guys see the androids just how Gavin sees them because I can bet everything that if Connor was a poc and Gavin had said racial slurs to him no one would fucking stan his ass. But because Connor was born with a mechanical body, the racism and the humiliation he’s felt is supposed to not be as bad as racism based on appearance when the racism that Connor and so many androids face is just like regular racism. But so many people excuse it so they can fetishize Gavin and MLM, I hate this man so much and the fact so many of ya’ll excuse his racism that he doesn’t try to change at all and him just being a total asshole is so disappointing. Not to mention people try to also excuse Tina’s behavior or like Tina more than Gavin saying she’s a lesbian and whatnot, yeah you can like her but you can’t ignore the fact that she was complicit in his racism towards androids. She let it happen and didn’t try to stop him or anything, so tbh Tina isn’t that great. Some people can change but that’s the entire problem, people always want to redeem a character who has done a lot of bad most of the time they go about it the wrong way, the ignore those the person hurt, or believe one shitty apology will fix things. The fact that Gavin’s birthday gets celebrated and that the fucker is getting shit like merch and films made on him is so damn sad. Markus deserves it. Connor deserves it. Kara does. So many other people deserve it but Gavin? Fuck no. Fuck off. Stop ignoring the androids in favor of these human characters or better yet please try to pay attention to the androids and poc in the game which are ignored in favor of guys like Gavin. Gavin is a huge piece of shit who appears to have no intentions of changing, no intentions of trying to better himself, and only cares about himself and you guys act like this man would be supportive of LGBTQ people or not having racist tendencies towards poc. He is a shitty person and stop trying to excuse this 30-something year old man who has no excuse, hold Gavin Reed accountable for his fucking racism and stop fetishizing him and putting him with those he was racist to. A racist has to want to change on his own, see the fucking close-mindedness he had, they have to want to change for themselves and not because of love. Gavin Reed is a racist. Please accept that and please stop making excuses for this shitty rat man.

[earthtooz]

𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔!

warnings: semi-suggestive? sfw! allusions to hooking up or whateva idk. dialogue-heavy, kuroo is absolutely the main character. idk this is just a feel good fic inspired by girl in red's 'bad idea!'

"you hooked up with suna rintarou!?" kuroo practically screamed in the little pod of the university library, knocking over his bottle of water in the process.

you hissed at him to quiet down, "kuroo! we may be in a private room but people can still hear us, shut up!"

he points at you, flabbergasted, "my best friend is a whore!"

"shut up and calm down!"

the black-haired pouts before plopping back down on his chair, picking up his fallen water bottle, "is that why you look like a mess?"

"i look like a mess? and you didn't tell me?"

"i could tell you got your shit rocked."

"i- what?"

"i mean, y'know... it seemed like you had a fun night so i didn't question it," he ignores your offended scowl with a wave of his hand, "but i had no idea you had it with suna rintarou!"

"don't make it sound like we fucked!"

"you didn't?"

"no! we just-" you groaned, putting your head in your hands, shaking it as you tried to rid the memories of last night, "-we only made out but that's literally the extent of it."

"okay... and how was it?"

"...it was fine. great. perfect, actually," the word document that currently had your typed out essay blinked at you disappointedly, "but it was most definitely a bad idea."

it was a bad idea because suna's touch burns and it's so hard to forget about, invading your senses, causing for you to forget all rational thoughts, replacing them with a certain middle blocker. you don't know if life will ever be the same after this.

kuroo tilts his head, "why are you crying over someone who's a good kisser? maybe i should go over to suna myself and-"

"shut the fuck up or i will throw a volleyball at your nuts."

he whistles, "might wanna save that volleyball for someone whose first name begins with an 'r'."

"retsuro kuroo, right?" you asked, giving him a sly smile as he rolls his eyes. "whatever, i've had enough studying. let's get outta here."

"can we get some tacos?" you nod, "perfect. anyways. i don't see why you're freaking out about this, haven't you had a crush on that guy since freshman year? because of the business course? i see this as an absolute win."

it's true. the lasting crush you've had on suna was all because of a business class you took in first year of university. the moment he walked through the doors you knew that you'd become down bad for the man who suddenly rocked your world without even knowing it.

you huff as a heavy tote bag weighs on your shoulder, "he's probably not even into me kuroo. chances are that i just happened to be there at the right place and time."

"you gotta give yourself a little more credit, y/n. you're hot as shit, otherwise i wouldn't hang out with you-"

"prick."

"-i'm kidding. but seriously, suna's a guy that cares a lot more than he lets on. he's not like atsumu who plays with the idea of love. from what i've heard in the locker room, suna doesn't waste his time with hookups and other useless shit. i doubt last night happened because he wanted fun."

your heart skips a beat at the thought of last night meaning something- even if it's so sadly minuscule- to him, but the nonchalant appearance of suna rintarou gets the better of your thoughts, messing you up completely.

he probably didn't care about you, not in the way kuroo described.

it's not as though you were strangers. you've had a few classes here and there, a few discussions about each others degrees and whatnot. most importantly, you've spent a lot of panicked all-nighters together, messaging each other on instagram in your delirium.

in fact, texting suna when he was seconds away from crashing should've lessened your infatuation for him. the stupid, totally not-funny memes he sent should've been icks, but they weren't. it was actually really fucking adorable to see past his 'cool guy' facade as he sends you dank memes that came straight out of 2012.

you were fucked.

you were just as fucked as you were last night when he whispered soft praises against your skin, hands running up and down your sides.

'darling you're so pretty it hurts.'

fuck.

kuroo's steps beside you suddenly slow down, causing you to turn around and ask what was wrong. "hey... uh, don't look, but suna rin and like his friends are 10 metres away, at 10 o'clock."

"you're fucking with me!"

"that's suna's job not mine! either way, he just spotted us!" kuroo's eyes widen, "he's doing the analytical look he always does!"

"run!"

"i am not about to let you run away from your problems- you're not kenma! you're a bad bitch who's either about to wife a 6'3 guy up or get her heart broken, proceeding to have a massive glow up, what's your choice?"

"suddenly i'm an olympian."

"too late, he's walking this way and he's faster than you."

"kuroo tetsuro i am about to become a literal maneater-"

"y/n?"

you turn around, meeting suna's concerned gaze as he raises a questioning brow at you. with a nervous laugh, you greet the middle blocker with a smile.

goodness, this is not what you needed at 4:30pm. what you needed was a volleyball. two of them.

"suna! what's up?" you asked casually.

"nothing much, how's your day been?"

"been writing a paper, but other than that, alright. did you want to talk about something?"

"i just wanted to check to see if you got home safely last night. you didn't respond to any of my texts."

"you texted me?" quickly, you log in to your phone and open imessages, only to be greeted by your previous game of uno against bokuto, kenma, akaashi and kuroo. "i'm sorry, i had no idea."

he rubs his neck, "it's okay, i figured you were busy or something."

"always on the clock."

suna huffs out a chuckle, "exactly."

it's awkward and the silence drives you insane, "about last night..."

his eyes widen a little, a small sign that he's been waiting for this conversation.

"did it mean anything?"

and yes, suna wants to shout that it meant so much more than he could ever express. that you were oddly special to him and he wanted more, wanted to know your favourite song and why, wanted to know what it'd be like to physically hangout with you at 3am instead of snickering to himself in his own dorm, he wanted to know what kind of lip balm you use.

there was so much suna wanted yet too little time to have them.

but there was no way of telling you that he kept you as close to him as possible for the limited moments he had with you, unsure when he'd ever have this opportunity again, so he answers your question with an indifferent shrug, "only if you wanted it to mean something."

you narrow your eyes at him, unimpressed, "that was lower than the bare minimum."

his heart races in his chest. "hypothetically, if i asked you on a date, what would you say?"

"whatever you want me to say," you shrug, smirking at him for a brief moment of silence. he rolls his eyes.

"i want you to say yes."

"then i'd say yes but you're not really asking me out are you?"

the corners of his lips quirk into a smile, "suddenly i am. i'll pick you up tomorrow, in front of your dorm, 7pm. we're going out, sound good?"

"sounds good," you chuckle.

suna grins breathlessly as he tries to conceal the explosions of nervous excitement in his chest, "great, cool, amazing! i'll message you soon."

"i won't leave you on delivered this time."

"don't go breaking my heart, pretty."

you watch as he jogs away with an amused smile, noticing the way he practically skips back to his friends. you grab your phone, finding his contact.

to: s*na r1ntaro > you're a really good kisser btw

atsumu shrieks from 10 metres away.

[lunathebee]

THE MOON BOYS REACTING TO HORROR VIDEO GAMES

Warning: none, except cursed words and not 100% proofread 🤷🏻‍♀️

A/n: this is just a silly little idea that I think about so I just have to write it out!

🍓 STEVEN GRANT 🍓

His motto would be "When danger is near, Steven Grant has no fear!" (I can already tell).

Read the instructions out loud and wants to make sure he is doing everything correctly.

Also the type to lean in closer to the screen because "it's too dark" and then gets jumpscared 💀

When he screams, he screams with all his body and might tbh.

I can see the scenario of you making a video with him playing horror games, posting it on the internet for fun and then it blows up because everyone is obsessed with him.

*pressed many random buttons out of fear*

*somehow defeat the monster and even get a new highscore*

"WAGWAN! HAHA YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG PERSON MATE, YOU JUST GOT PLANTED"

I feel like people would want his merch and he would be like "mer- merch? Is that a Latin word?".

Overall, please don't tell him to play horror video games anymore. It's tempting, but he would probably pass out from having heart attacks.

Bonus: Steven would prefer Animal Crossing or puzzle games, you know those type of games like ball sort or move the block? Yea he probably have them in his phone. He is like Sherlock Holmes but in a quirky way

🍓 MARC SPECTOR 🍓

It took him a long time to figure out how to move the protagonist around cuz he refused to read the instructions.

"So what? You just go and kill the evil guy, done" Like no Marc there is a plot-

He isn't that scared like Steven. Marc wouldn't scream, but he would get started.

And say stuff like "Oh shit-"

He is also very competitive and will only quit until he wins. He saw the ghost so many times, to the point if he saw it again he would be like "Not you again, MOVE *shove the ghost away*"

He have dem quick thinking skills so I believe he would try speedrun

Have the most potential out of the moon boys to have the title "gamer bf" 😩😩 His angry looks is 👌👌

Overall I would give Marc a solid 8/10, he is open-minded when it comes to horror video games, people wait for his review whenever a new one got released

Bonus: Marc is an old-fashioned man. He never lets anyone touch his phone because it has Ninja Fruit and he doesn't want to be made fun of 💀💀 I can't blame Marc, he rarely ever uses his phone and just needs to find something entertaining enough for 5-10 min (because that's all the free time he got).

🍓 JAKE LOCKLEY 🍓

How you even convinced him to actually sit down and play the game is a mystery (and a miracle).

He thinks video games are for kids.

Therefore it's pointless to him.

Jake aren't afraid of jumpscare, jumpscare are afraid of him. He is very verbal when he gets started (Spanish mixed with English curses would fill the whole room)

Would definitely run head in to the serial killer on purpose just so he could tell you the game end and he gets to leave 💀 If not then he would just sit and refuse to move the character to go anywhere; it would just stand there.

I can't possibly think of anything else because he is not a fan of horror video games (or any video games).

Overall, not a good experience, do not tell him to sit down and play horror video games (or any games) cuz he will give you a death stare.

Bonus: If Jake ever took an interest in something, it would be racing games, but he need the real deal, like this ⬇️, he won't hold tiny phone.

KHONSU?

Wait what are you doing here?.

You're not in the list.

"I want to try peasant's entertainment".

Khonsu: *look at screen and see the monster* "OH MY, WHAT HORRENDOUS CREATURE IS THAT? IT LOOKS EVEN UGLIER THAN YOU WORM".

You: Istg- 😃😃😃🔪🔪

[errorbxtchmariah]

The Sound Of Your Heart {Tim Wright x Reader}

Yandere

Gender Neutral Y/N

Warnings: Stalking/Murder/Yandere/Toxicity/Cussing

-

Y/N was a simple small town waitress at a decent cafe, work wasn't always a treat given you had all sorts of people walking in and out.

A certain group of young men came in and within seconds Y/N could assess what kind of people they were... Mentally preparing for the assholery.

Over time in this job Y/N learned very well how to read people, they always were very observant and it served them well.

Managing to keep it together even with the most difficult customers.

"This tastes like shit."

"Where the fuck is my food?"

"Hey get over he-"

Slowly all their words faded out into nothing more than background noise, they were used to being treated like dirt. Still sucked regardless but just had to take a deep breath and trudge through it.

There was one customer though that Y/N always rather enjoyed serving. He was a regular at the cafe.

He was pretty hard to read at times but always polite and sometimes would crack a little joke. For the most part he was very serious.

Little did Y/N know this particular customer always visited to see them. That he was truly infatuated with them. Though he wouldn't admit it to himself- yet

Tim couldn't deny it... Seeing the way they were talking to Y/N made his blood boil. Slowly clenching his jaw he tried to hold it together, he could get their blood on his hands later.

He simply couldn't stand people like that.

It wasn't that he was protective over Y/N.

He wasn't obsessed with them.

He wasn't dreaming about taking them away from this dead beat town.

He wasn't dreaming about making them his and only his.

He didn't dream about killing everyone that gets in his way.

Definitely not.

-

Y/N groaned flopping face first onto their creaky bed, it wasn't the best but it worked.

One day they would get out of here.

One day they'd be free.

Just have to keep saving as much money as they can.

Phone beep

"Hm?"

Y/N reached out lifting up their phone, revealing a unknown number had texted them.

Curious they opened it expecting it to be a spam text.

'Stay away from, Tim.'

They felt a little uneasy now... How'd this person get their number? Was this a prank?

Contemplating for a few minutes they ultimately decided to block the number, rolling over and staring at the ceiling.

How do you go to sleep after that?

-

Tim Masky had taken care of the 'trash'. Scoffing slightly glad to rid the world of those bastards. It always felt so thrilling to take another humans life, to truly be in control.

He leaned against a tree, blood coating his clothes and mask. These guys had really ticked him off so he was particularly brutal. The way they screamed was pure serotonin.

What would his precious Y/N think of all this?

They were so calm and kind all the time. So patient no matter how many buttons were pushed.

Would they be able to accept this?

-

Slowly Y/N had drifted to sleep that night, exhaustion finally taking over despite the fear.

They just hoped it was a stupid prank...

Little did they know outside their window a masked man waited, watching every little breath they took.

He couldn't deny it any longer. His urge for those men to suffer was driven by obsession love.

Y/N L/N will be his.

No one can stop him now.

-

Unknown: Please Y/N don't let him get to you. You need to get out NOW

[vquacki]

It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

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Were not family, were a team

Avengers x stark!reader/natasha x stark!reader, tony x gn!kid!reader well to tony were still a kid (the avengers came together again but adjusting to the situation was more difficult for some especially for the person with trust, paraniod, family, anxiety and abandonment issues)

It has been a few months since thanos died. It was quite brutal considering you decapitated him with your nano tech shield. It was the most brutal way you ever had to kill someone.

You weren't stupid, you're a avenger. You knew you had killed people before, hell the sokovia accord made that clear as daylight but it was never with intend. Thanos left you with no choose however as he was about to do the same thing to your father but having nebula, thanos daughter witness the whole thing only made you feel more guilty.

Its why after everything cooled down, you apologized to her. Natrualy she was confused as to why, after all it was very necesscary and completely understandable as to why you did it. All you said was "he's still your father." Nebula just nodded and walked away. You knew thanos death hurt her. You yourself know all to well whats like to have family that hurts you but still care about them at the end of the day. It was like that with your own father from time to time.

So to say you weren't feeling well would be accurate especially since all this could have been avoided if the avengers stayed together by discussing instead of fighting.

Wich you were reminded of everytime the team was together. After thanos was defeated you, your dad and steve made a pact that the avengers had to stay together no matter what.

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It was a relax friday. Everyone was sitting and talking to each. You're sitting on the couch with your arm wrapped around natasha shoulder and your head leaning on her shoulder all the while she was talking to wanda.

Peter kept asking for stories about mission, training and whatever came to his mind, curious about the avengers he didn't get know when he became spiderman. You couldn't help but smile. It reminded you of when tony told you stories of his mission when you were a teen. Looking back it was a really bad idea since that lead to you making your own version of the iron man suit but hey what happend happens.

''you guys almost sound like family.'' wich you couldn't help but scoff at.

''is there something little stark?'' you looked at cap with face that screamed 'really?'.

''i just don't think most of us are family, well not anymore atleast.'' natasha frowned at you. ''what makes say that?''

''i'm just saying that family doesn't try to tear each other down after 1 fight.'' peter sat there looking at you, rubbing his neck ackwardly since you do make a point. tony looked at you not saying anything along with the rest of the avengers. steve decided to speak up since no one els did.

''look y/n i know its was a mess but we did our bes-''

''no you didn't!'' you stood up now pissed.

''half of you guys just picked a side, not thinking what it ment to the rest of the team. instead you fought anyone that didn't ultimately agree with you, we're acting like a bunch of dumbass childeren. despite the fact it was a goverment contract. yeah i hate ross as much as the next person for that shit but it was still a contract he gave us. we could have negotaited to change the terms so that wanda and pietro wouldn't be treated like animals in a cage while also still have our own agency over our work.''

no one said a word, just staring at you. ''did all of you seriously forget that? oh and lets not forget how many of us actually tried to keep the team together, you know the avengers, earth first line of defence. half of the planet including the rest of the universe could have been death because of us.''

you walked out of the room done with this conversation. natasha went after you while everyone els let your words sink in. you took a sip of your beer looking at the night sky. natasha stood next to you on the balcony. she grabbed your hand, rubbing it with her tumb.

''i know you're angry and i also know there is more to it then that.''

you sighed, having black widow as your girlfriend ment she could read you like a book. ''i wish i had done more. for wanda, pietro, dad, you, everyone. all of this could have avoided if i-''

natasha grabbed your neck with both her hands to smash your lips together passionately. ''don't blame yourself, like you said all of us we're acting like 'dumbass childeren' for not seeing the bigger picture and letting our emotion get the better of us. all of should have done better maybe then we would be better prepared for thanos. you did your best.'' you stared in her lushes green eyes before sighing again.

''yeah i did my best, but somehow it never feels like its enough.''

''thats because you can't face the earth probleems on your own and if the rest of the team isn't doing their best it goes wrong. we are all to blame for what happen but it doesn't mean we don't care about each other.''

''i know i still care for them. it... it just doesn't feel right to call this a family anymore. all my life my dad was the only family i had and sure he fucked up a bunch of times majorly but at the end of the day he would try to make sure to see things from my side. he tried to make sure my needs we're met but with the sokovia accord everyone got stuck in their own bubble of emotions. if my dad ever did that i... i probably already be dead considering all the enemies we have.''

''thats alright, you're entitled to your feelings. as long as you don't stop caring.'' she hugged you foreheads touching. ''you know i always care. im just really pissed now too.''

''can i have a word with junior?'' both of you look to see your dad, standing there looking with a face that abit looked simealer to the time he got so drunk on his birthday he blew up the house.

natasha nodded, leaving you and your dad alone on the balcony. he walked over to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. ''you're right, we should have done better, i should have done better.''

''all of us could have.'' you muttered. ''no, i saw how often you talked to ross. you gave your best while i... i shouldn't have let a break up bother me so much.''

''its understandable but it doesn't excuse you dumbass behaviour.''

''i know. i'm sorry kid. i promise no matter what happens i will do everything to keep the avengers together, if not for the team or earth i will for you and pepper.''

''and hopefully morgan soon.'' your dad smiled. ''yeah i hope i can finally give you a bigger family.''