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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 5

Episode 37: Remember The Crimes

Season 5 Masterlist

Henry couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so bored. It seeped into his bored, made his mind like a desert, and turned his body to jelly.

Piper slumped beside him, too; it wasn't their fault some of Schwoz's faulty wiring had led to them getting trapped, but now all they could think about was how the minutes seemed to stretch into hours, making their bodies feel useless.

The brother-sister duo quickly learned that being stuck in a small, tight, uncomfortably warm metal box had its downsides, even though they at least had the little ledges to act as seats. There was nothing to do, and Piper swore she'd have to resort to eating Henry if the agonisingly long days stretched into months--that is, if she hadn't gone insane by then.

"Ugh! How long are we gonna be stuck in this stupid elevator?" She grumbled, feeling her butt grow numb from how long they'd been sitting around, doing nothing but waiting for rescue.

"I dunno, but while we're here, we might as well do what everyone does when they're stuck in elevators," her brother sighed. Still, as usual, the kid had his optimism, finding a silver lining even when the girl was as grumpy as ever.

"Think back about hilarious memories?" She tilted her head questioningly, her mood picking up slightly.

"Exactly!" Henry confirmed with a smirk, snapping his fingers as he looked back through his life's chapters. There were so many to choose from; he'd had quite the rollercoaster ride from fate, but Piper beat him to it.

"Okay, I'll start. Remember that time we went to Hawaii, and our family got cursed by the--" She started with a slight giggle, remembering all the hijinks on that vacation, mainly due to their moronic father. However, the elevator dinged before she could even get to the good bit about Mr Hart's near-life-threatening sunburn. The door rolled open, revealing the large, empty main room, much to their surprise--and disappointment.

"Huh. Would ya look at that..." Henry hummed, yet followed his sister out; anything to stretch his legs. All they wanted to do was swap some memories. But, their boredom was enough to earn their freedom, even if they secretly were hoping for a trip down memory lane.

"Guess we don't have to spend any time sitting around remembering things now."

"Good! " Piper grinned, glad to be out as her brother looked around the suspiciously quiet room. It was strange; no sign of his fellow employees anywhere and, indeed, no clue as to where the resident lovebirds were.

But as they headed for the couch, something even weirder happened. Dust fell from the ceiling in a light cloud as an odd creaking noise clattered, sounding like metal crunching under something heaving, making the siblings spin around sharply.

"What the dust?" The girl frowned as she watched the fine powder settle on the floor, undoubtedly something for (y/n) to titter over later since she was remarkably proud of her clean rooms - something Piper had learnt after an unfortunate incident involving a crème brûlée.

"Probably just some Mole People," Henry sniffed dryly, thinking nothing of it since he was used to hearing the critters sneaking around at all times of the day. And night. Any time, really. Those critters were shameless, although the kid admired their tenacity; whilst he didn't know the ins and outs of the operation, he'd heard a rumour that one once broke into Ray and (y/n)'s bedroom. Sooner them than him.

"Hmmm?"

"Probably just some Mole People," he repeated when his sister looked at him weirdly. Of course, Piper knew nothing about them, having joined a little after the whole Man Cave blowing-up incident.

"Mole People aren't real," she scoffed, writing the bizarre creatures off as another example of Swellview's folklore.

"Yeah, they are. They were at our house, and check this! Apparently, one of them broke into Ray and (y/n)'s room one night."

"Shut up!" Piper rolled her eyes, thinking he was pulling one of those annoying, big brother mind-fuck things where he tried to make her believe something ridiculous. As if Captain Man would let something within three feet of his sweet girl...

"You don't remember this? Has (y/n) not told you? They were! I'm serious!" Henry swore, recalling how he and his friends ventured into the Mole tunnels hidden beneath the Swellviewian streets.

It was dark and damp down there, and that's when they came face-to-face with the Mole Queen and her minions, who swore that they were everywhere - in his house, loitering in shadowy corners, scurrying into bedrooms uninvited. One of them even slapped his face, and according to some juicy gossip from the grapevine--also known as Schwoz--Ray chased one of them in the nude after they woke (y/n) up with a scream.

How he knew that was beyond the kid, but he'd hate to ask, especially since Ray took it upon himself to practically start a war between them.

"How did I miss that?" Piper asked incredulously, wanting to know every detail since it was hard to believe some furry little beasts had a party in their living room all because Ray pissed them off.

"You were sleep-texting," Henry shrugged, knowing it wasn't the first time his sister had missed out on an incredible adventure because she was too busy or invested in her phone to be included.

"What else did I miss?" She asked, feeling like there was a lot about her brother she didn't know.

"When you were sleep texting?"

"No! Before I found out you were Kid Danger. What else did I miss?" The girl asked like he was dumb. From what she gathered, he'd been a superhero's sidekick for years, way before she'd ever guessed his secret identity. Yet, they'd never discussed his daring feats and missions. And as President of the Man Fans, she couldn't live with that.

"You missed a lot," Henry replied, wondering how he could tell her everything he'd done in five years, from fighting villains to going to space to watching two soulmates find their way to each other. There was a lot to cover.

"Tell me everything!" But Piper was insistent, and she just had to know, so the boy thought about where to start. So many years ago...he was just a child, all spots and floppy hair as he remembered his first few days in the Man Cave.

"Shall we?"

"Let's blow some bubbles and fight some crime." God, that was a good feeling. He could still remember the rush of blowing his first gumball and could honestly say that he still felt it when he transformed now. From that shy, awkward kid who was called to work late at night in his pyjamas to the gangly yet boyish young man he was now, he'd had a lot of adventures as Kid Danger and all of them were by Captain Man's side. How many times had they gone up the tubes together?

And, of course, (y/n) joined them not long after he did, becoming the second sidekick Ray never planned for, but boy, he needed her. He needed both of them for very different reasons, even if they annoyed the young woman and caused a bit - lot - of chaos sometimes. There'd been many of Ray's bad ideas, too many early wake-up calls, and even a few times when the great Captain Man needed saving.

How could he forget his first mission? Kid Danger's debut? Maybe his fight against The Toddler wouldn't become legendary; it was small and a little clumsy, and he'd admit to feeling slightly awkward around Ray and (y/n) as they danced around their feelings and a new face in the Man Cave. Still, it made him who he was - a sidekick, through and through.

And they didn't stop there; he'd faced the Time Jerker and saved his friends from a terrible timeline; he'd been beaten up by Barge, the weirdo who stole every towel in Swellview; he dealt with Jeff more times than he cared to admit, and even taken down the world's most charismatic yet annoying guy ever - Rick Twitler. He'd had goons come to his house to beat him up, faced a time-travelling child robot, gone to space, fought on top of a train with two fellow supers, jumped out of a plane, had his brain fried a few times, met Bigfoot, ruined The Thumb Buddies' lives accidentally, and even gained and lost a superpower.

He'd saved Christmas, sort of, judged a ruined talent contest, faced a knight from another dimension, got stuck in a hole in a rotten, old floor, fallen victim to many of Ray and Schwoz's shenanigans, faced a mob boss, zapped countless people, met some really cool game developers, been buried alive, fell in love with a bad girl, been punched, snotted on, thrown through a few windows, been zapped, and watched Ray pretend like he was some invincible punching bag.

Honestly, he wasn't paid enough.

"That was a lot..." Piper commentated as she let the rush of information wash over her. In the time it had taken him to divulge but a handful of his Kid Danger adventures, she and Henry sat down on the couch to drink some soda and nibble on some snacks. But honestly, she was more interested in what seemed to be an extraordinary after-school job.

"I'm honestly surprised I'm still alive," her brother joked as he recounted all the near-misses he'd endured over the years--and some of them cut it pretty fine. Thank God for Ray and (y/n) for keeping him safe...mainly (y/n).

"I'm surprised Mom and Dad never found out."

"Well, Piper, I'm pretty good at lying," Henry replied slowly as the girl smiled, thinking he'd been fortunate. And in a sense, he had; Mr and Mrs Hart nearly found out so many times, and it was purely because of his skill, the help of his friends, some dumb luck, or his parents' dense skulls that his secret remained hidden.

There'd been many "Can we talk about this later?", many fake situations like Jasper in a yodelling competition, his Whiz Watch going off at inconvenient times, stitch-ups for poor Piper, hasty phone calls, filthy, black lies, pathetic excuses, too many unexplainable instances, a lot of ignorance, and far-fetched yarns.

Seriously, though, he wasn't paid enough. None of that was in the job description.

"You're actually a terrible liar," Piper giggled at the boy's tales, wondering how he'd dupe their parents into believing he bought makeup and gave it to an ugly person because he felt sorry for them. Either they were dumb, or he was just unbelievably lucky. Probably both.

"Yeah...still pretty funny, though," Henry chuckled, looking to his left since they'd moved again, this time to the steps in front of the tubes.

"Hilarious!" The girl agreed, her grin stretching from ear to ear as they clinked their soda bottles together. The glass made a satisfying chink, but before they could relax, the emergency alarm sounded, which Henry could practically hear in his sleep now.

"Emergency call!" How many had he taken over the years? As Piper rushed to answer the blaring computer, the secret door opened for two rushing heroes, Ray and (y/n). Both looked slightly flushed and rumpled as if they'd been caught short by the sudden alarm, yet Henry didn't ask. He knew better than that, and besides, they seemed pretty interested in whatever was going down in the city, the woman hot on her lover's heels as he speedily walked into the room.

"Henry, quick! There's an emergency call!" Ray exclaimed like they could hear the alarm or see the red flashing lights, but he wasn't blessed in the brains department. That's why he always tugged his sweet girl behind him, forever tethered to her by their interlaced fingers.

"We know," the siblings remarked together, sounding rather bored by the capital notion put forth by their genius leader. Henry was already taking out his gum and chewing whilst his sister checked the details, which made (y/n) chuckle when she saw her doofus' disgusted face.

"Well, Dolly pardon me for checking..." the man said sulkily, fishing the gum tube out of his pocket to retrieve a small, glowing ball as his precious fiancée squished his bicep.

"Come on, you guys. Let's just chew and blow," she told them in a firm yet lighthearted tone that was all her; (y/n) never let them go off focus, although she could easily be distracted by her doofus and his fascinating arms - so squishy.

"And then, we go," Ray confirmed, subconsciously flexing his muscles to make them rigid under her fingertips since his hindbrain knew it made her swoon. Anything for his sweet girl, but she concentrated long enough to blow her bubble, taking the same steps they had since the beginning, but before they could transform...

"We've had some pretty good gum rhymes over the years, haven't we?" Henry noted just before the couple blew their bubbles, turning to look at him instead. They didn't know what had brought on his sudden, nostalgic tone, but Ray couldn't fault his accuracy. He'd delivered some killer lines over the years.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah..." he sighed wistfully, remembering all the times he had to dust off his little grey cells to think of rhyming words, which was more complicated than you'd think when you only had a few seconds until you were out the door.

There was thwart and airport when shit was going down at Swellview Airport on Jasper's first day of work, space and ace when they were about to blast off in Schwoz love shuttle, and no one forgot gum and scum. Those were classics, but it didn't stop there. Yo and Video and Mission and Magician were also good examples, but sometimes, the trio were in such a rush they didn't have time to think of one. Or it was just Ray being dense--mentally and physically.

Even during an emergency, they chewed with urgency, which they were doing now as they chewed with nostalgia. They were so wrapped up in their hilarious memories that they didn't notice the gum in their mouths practically turning to mush and Piper saying their names repeatedly as the minutes ticked by.

"You guys!"

"Hmmm?" The boys hummed, blinking back into consciousness as Piper flapped over whatever was said over the phone. Ray had slung his arm around (y/n)'s shoulders, pulling her close as they slowly chewed and snuggled up.

"Stop rhyme-membering!"

"Why?" Henry asked, having enjoyed all the flashbacks, but for some weird reason, Piper looked slightly panicked.

"Because the emergency call is coming from Junk-N-Stuff!" The girl exclaimed, and their faces fell. The severity of the situation dawned on them, making them stare at the elevator and up, wondering what was happening up there.

"What?! How bad is it?! Should we be worried? Has the cash register been emptied?!" (y/n) asked in a panicked tone, snaking her arms around her doofus and squishing herself into his side. It wasn't like she was scared, but anything happening in their personal space felt like an invasion and made her inner superhero claw to go upstairs and sort it out.

"Relax, pretty girl. It's probably just Jasper," Ray soothed her after spitting out his gum, pecking her temple as she pouted. His minor but effective touch made her smile as she sighed deeply and nodded, feeling better with his lips on her skin. That made sense; Jasper always made mountains out of molehills, leading to a ban on using the emergency alarm.

"Exactly! We gotta get up there," Henry nodded, but he still backtracked toward the elevator.

"Why? He probably just got his head stuck in a lawn chair or something," the man argued, wanting to stay put in his Man Cave with his beloved sweet girl rather than see what Jasper had done now. That boy was nothing but trouble, and he really pissed Ray off.

"What?"

"He probably just got his head stuck in a lawn chair or something," he repeated as Henry frowned, unable to believe that his best friend would do something like that. He was dumb, but not that dumb.

"I heard what you said, but it just sounds ridiculous," the kid remarked, but little did he know that said Jasper was currently upstairs, hopping from place to place as he struggled against a folding wicker chair. How he'd managed it was anyone's guess, but luckily, help was coming.

"Come on, doofus. If we don't go and help, he'll dehydrate and starve, and I won't like that happen to one of my babies," (y/n) sighed, wrapping her hands around one of Ray's biceps, so she could pull him across the room.

He released a long, tired groan but trudged after her anyway, knowing he couldn't stay downstairs without pining for her; the couple followed a bemused Henry into the elevator. He rolled his eyes at their behaviour, watching Ray's hulking frame curled around (y/n) in the absurdly small space, rasping something thankfully incoherent against her neck to make the woman giggle.

The trip upstairs was mercifully short, thank god. The trio arrived upstairs before Ray could get handsy, quickly stepping out of the elevator and brushing through the beaded curtain onto the shop floor.

There he was. Jasper. Through his pure Jasper-like weirdness, he'd somehow shoved his head straight through the chair's metal legs and tried in vain to pull it off.

"What'd I tell ya?" Ray scoffed as he waltzed into the shop, looking upon the boy with disdain, who kept grunting pathetically with every attempt he made to get free.

"Wow, he really is stuck in a lawn chair," (y/n) said with a head tilt, trying to understand how he'd gotten so stuck as she stroked, fondled and hugged Ray's arm. It was so beefy and squishy; she loved it.

"Pay up, suckers!" He exclaimed, holding out his ginormous palm to his sweet girl and the kids, making them stare blankly at his outstretched hand. Pay him what?

"We never bet," Henry told him, frowning as (y/n) slapped his hand and nudged him for being so brash. What was his was hers and vice versa; she wasn't giving her silly doof anything, not for an unofficial bet, anyway.

"Heh? Oh, right."

"Just get me outta this thing!" Jasper snapped, feeling his neck strain and ache the longer it was trapped between the jagged wicker and wickedly cool iron. He even tried to bite through to loosen it up, but that seemed to worsen, creating short fibres that irritated his skin more.

"Buddy, this is bad, even for you," his best friend giggled, wondering if he should take a pic to preserve the moment forever. In all the years he'd known Jasper, he'd always gotten unstuck, and none were as weird or stupid. And he'd done some dumb shit.

"But it's not the strangest thing that Jasper's ever done," Piper noted, having known the strange boy since her brother brought him home and said they were best friends. Oh, what a blessed day that was; to have Jasper in their lives forever. And ever. And ever.

"You can say that again!" Ray chuckled, almost lamenting the day he begrudgingly hired the kid - the day he showed him his underwear -. Still, if he was honest, there'd be a Jasper-shaped hole in his heart if he ever left. A small one, but a spot nonetheless, and he knew Curly meant the world to his sweet girl.

From the minute he introduced himself in Henry's basement, then again during that grand tour of the Man Cave, they'd grown fond of the little weirdo. Every family has to have one, and Jasper took the role on wholeheartedly; he ate from the floor, licked his elbows, stroked randomer's hair, once hung upside outside Henry's kitchen, once had an unmentionable alien on his face, and boiled said face in scalding meatball water.

He loved weird outfits, especially ones that showed off his belly button and couldn't move for buckets during his early teens, an obsession he thankfully grew out of. He'd shot himself multiple times, had many altercations with Omar in Junk-N-Stuff, impersonated Miss Shapen, and showed Ray his underpants on his first day at work. How he got hired after that was anyone's guess.

He swallowed keys, had eleven toes, and curled his hair for years because he thought it was cool, only to realise at sixteen that his naturally straight locks suited him better.

He was so strange, but that endeared him to (y/n), who couldn't help but bond with the kid who made her laugh when she wanted to cry and do anything for his friends without something in return. He was the best baking assistant she'd ever had, the best storekeeper, and the second dork she loved with all her heart.

Her Curly.

"...Okay, enough about Jasper doing weird things," (y/n) told them firmly, knowing they'd spend all day daydreaming if they went over everything little thing he'd done, but to their shock, Jasper had only pulled another trick out of his bizarre bag.

"Yup!" He nodded, snapping a pair of goggles over his eyes as he relaxed against the lawn chair. Whilst they were thinking about his past exploits, he'd wriggled free of the iron clutches and happily sprawled out on the chair underneath a tanning lamp.

"Curly, what have I told you?! Those things are bad for you!" (y/n) whined, ruffling his hair as he sunned himself in the ultraviolet light, but she didn't nag him.

"I wanna hear more of the stuff you guys did before I found out you were Captain Man, Miss Danger, and Kid Danger," Piper said, drawing the woman away from Jasper and his vanity because where to start? They'd been doing it for so long now, and they'd shared so many adventures--(y/n) wasn't even sure if she remembered all of them.

"Well, how much time ya got, Piper? 'Cause there's a lot about us that you don't know."

"Us?" Ray reiterated sarcastically, cocking an eyebrow at the boy, who seemed deludedly believe that he was part of their squad, the crew, y'know, the gang who kicked criminal ass. He was just the kid who ran his store, not Marlon Brando.

"Yeah, us. I've known Henry's secret for years," he scoffed, shifting to get comfy on his lounger as the golden light tingled his skin. He sounded so smug, like he was superior, but Henry begged to differ.

"You still missed a lot before you found out," the boy told his friend, remembering how he had to lie for months until Ray finally relented and allowed Jasper to keep his memory--something about how he'd never give up (y/n) as his best friend, so Henry didn't have to either. How those two didn't know they were in love was ridiculous.

"Like what?"

What, indeed. Henry was only thirteen when he took Ray's oath, hand-on-heart with (y/n) as their witness to the momentous occasion. He pleaded to be an awesome sidekick, and he definitely delivered. He took on enemies twice his size, impressed his boss during his first fight, made a few arrogant mistakes, and helped Charlotte get a job too.

Once, he was accidentally turned into a rampaging man-beast and another time, he became indestructible and breathed fire. Seeing (y/n) gain superpowers was sad, but he was still epic. He kissed a few girls, fell in love a few times, and had his heart broken even more, but that was nothing compared to going back in time or hatching a super secret plan to get two numskulls to confess.

Of everything he'd done during his time in the Man Cave, Henry would say that bringing Ray and (y/n) together felt gooooood, even though the journey was excruciating.

"I was young when I started..." the boy sighed fondly as she slouched on a hand-shaped chair. Looking back, maybe he was too young, naïve, and overzealous, hellbent on becoming a superhero's sidekick.

"Yeah...my little baby," (y/n) said tearfully, blowing her nose on a rumpled tissue as she sat between Ray's crossed legs. All the memories made everyone tired, so they found various places to sit, and the couple chose the floor.

She couldn't believe how he'd grown, and it made her want to hug him and never let go. Who would stop her? He'd always been the awkward, funny boy who wandered into the Man Cave looking terrified to her, even if he towered over her now.

"You hired a little kid to be your sidekick..."

"Yeah..." Ray nodded, petting his lover's hair as she sniffled and buried her blotchy face in his neck. His heart throbbed at seeing her so sad, but they were primarily happy memories, and (y/n) knew she was just being broody and emotional; they weren't even her kids.

"That is grossly negligent."

"Yeah, doofus. I really should've stopped you," the woman agreed, wiping her sticky cheeks and cupping his jaw. She tilted Ray's face toward her, seeing his smile and pulling him in for a mean kiss that said what's done is done. I'm not gonna tell you off now. Nothing terrible had happened to Henry--well, not much, and he was still alive, so she preferred to taste her doofus' lips until they were dizzy and breathless, high off the peppermint-honey taste.

"Any-Ray, turns out you both missed out on a lot," Ray moved on once he'd pulled away, although he was quick to dive back in when he'd finished his sentence.

"You guys missed out on some fun stuff, too," Piper argued smugly, smirking as she watched the adults stand up, all with their lips still locked.

"Pffft, unlikely," the hero scoffed, his words slightly muffled as his mouth brushed against (y/n)'s, letting her feel his warm breath over her cheeks. He fought criminals, thieves, and psychopaths with his sidekick and incredibly hot fiancée. He seriously doubted if they could compare.

"You did! Piper and I spent a lot of time together before we found out the secret," Jasper told them, sitting up from his tanning bed and pushing his goggles up to his hairline. It was true; with Henry and Charlotte at work, he and Piper had to amuse themselves, although, at times, they wanted to kill each other.

When Henry went on that game show, Spin and Win, Piper accidentally whacked the boy in the nose whilst they waited in the audience line. They were together when Junk-N-Stuff went into lockdown, meaning Piper had ample opportunity to trick Jasper numerous times. Literally, all the time, and he always fell for it.

And then there was the iconic moment Piper got her driver's license by mistake, which she never let people forget. They went driving together, a terrifying experience for both, not to mention the times they clawed each other's eyes out.

"I mean..."

"Funny!" Piper insisted, even though the heroes begged to differ about her and Jasper's "fun". She'd matured a lot over the years, and so had his best friend, but they still irritated the hell out of each other. But he supposed some of it was cool...

"Okay, I'll give it to you," Ray smiled softly, hating to admit it, but the weird kid and brat had some adventures while he was off hero-ing. Jasper couldn't help but recline and feel smug, knowing the man's admission was rare.

"Yeah, you will."

"Don't push it," the man said in a deep voice, making his sweet girl shudder. Authoritative Ray was Hot Ray, and Jasper quickly backed down as the woman hung off her fiancé's body, weak-kneed for him.

"I thought it was funny!" A sudden voice added, making everyone jump as they jerked their heads to the sofa in the window to see Schwoz sitting behind Piper, wearing a fancy black hat. The girls screeched and felt their hearts jump to their mouths, much like how (y/n) jumped to wrap her arms around her doofus' neck and snuggle into his safety.

"Geez, Schwoz!" Henry remarked, staring at the tiny man incredulously at how he'd managed to sneak in and sit down with them without anyone noticing. But that was Schwoz, the Man Cave's resident weirdo, who was odd in a way Jasper could never achieve.

"Hello!"

"Have you been there this whole time?!" Ray asked harshly, rubbing his precious girl's back soothingly as she panted and tried to calm her racing heartbeat. He gave her a fright, but she was okay, just spooked. Someone really should've told Ray that, though, who took her comfort, safety and happiness as his number one priority.

"I dunno..." the genius replied cryptically, giving his family a coy smirk.

"Great disguise, Schwoz," (y/n) said, gesturing to his hat. It was simple and outwardly harmless, but strangely, it helped him blend into the shop's kooky surroundings.

"Thank you. I've had some even better ones over the years," Schwoz shrugged, and everyone agreed. He was well-known for dressing up and fooling someone of the brightest, most formidable people around because it was what Schwoz did best, apart from freaky science experiments.

"We all have..." Henry added, triggering so many memories.

How could he, (y/n), and Ray forget the time they had to dress up as clowns to save a kid's birthday party from Zom-bees? Phalange the Clown was one of her best, not to mention Exterminator Phalange, the notorious alien killer. When they snuck into the Magic Palace, they had to wear those crazy magician costumes. Of course, Charlotte and Jasper got a taste when they had to wear disguises to protect their identities as employees.

Once, Piper accidentally shaved her head as part of her Halloween costume; the night (y/n) was a weirdly cute goldfish and a superhero one year. That was ironic. Then there were all the times Schwoz broke into Henry's house with various disguises to buy his way in, Jasper and Charlotte pretending to be Kid Danger and Task Bunnies, and the embarrassing moment when they all turned up to a Hawaiian-themed party hideously overdressed.

Oh god, talking of embarrassment, Ray once dressed up as Mr Gelding--Henry's substitute teacher. At least (y/n) had the sense to try and look normal that day, but Ray just looked weird...and pathetic since all he did was hardcore pine in those days. Like that time, he and Schwoz pretended to be Henry and his brunette girlfriend to get into Soto Voce, even though (y/n) could've asked her old friend, Jesse, to get them in any way. Yeah, Ray really ate humble pie that night.

"...I forgot I was supposed to help Charlotte with a science project," Henry sighed, bringing them out of the flashback as the realisation hit him like a freight train. Ah, jeez - she was gonna kill him.

"She's waiting for me at my house!"

"Oooh, is your mom home?" Ray asked excitedly from his place on Jasper's lawn chair, making (y/n) freeze and go goosebumpy. One mention of that woman, and she stiffened, thinking she had some unknown, unobtainable quality that she couldn't achieve, even though her doofus' excitement was because of something entirely different. He'd grown out of his I love Mrs Hart phase.

"Hmm?" Henry frowned in disgust, watching as his friend awkwardly stood and went over to a display on the pretence she was straightening some clutter and not muttering to herself about that stupid hussy. She was rightfully upset because Ray didn't explain, and that's all he needed to do. And preferably not sound so interested at the thought of the ever-beautiful Kris Hart.

"Oooh, is your mom home?"

"That hmm gets me every time," Piper laughed, trying to diffuse some of the tension by laughing at their dumbness. In her short time in the Man Cave, she'd noticed how everyone seemed to have a hearing problem, conveniently mishearing things when they were annoyed or trying to look innocent.

"Every time? We do that a lot?" Jasper asked confusedly as Ray looked over at his sweet girl, wondering why she was so intrigued by the Elvis bobblehead when his comfy, inviting lap was free for her to sit in.

Now that they thought about it, though, they could remember many times they used the famous hmmm? Like when Henry wanted to avoid his nosy family, he'd go all doe-eyed and naïve, making them repeat themselves. And things often had to be reiterated when something sounded stupid like a liquid cleanse and tunnels, so they could be as stupid the second time. Even when things were genuinely innocent, the hum had to be used--it was just natural, if slightly annoying.

"You were right. We do that a lot," (y/n) said, twitching a smile as she made Elvi wobble his head. She couldn't help but pout, feeling terror pool in her tummy at the thought of her doofus waltzing into Henry's house, sweeping Mrs Hart off her feet, and carrying her off into the sunset. It was crazy, but she worried. That woman was...sneaky.

"Ah, jeez, I got forty-two missed calls from Charlotte. She's gonna be mad."

"Rightfully so. You made her a promise, Hen, and yet here you still are," the woman told him, finally leaving the trinket alone, although her back was still turned to her doofus. But he didn't sense anything wrong; he merely stared at her finer features as she scolded the boy.

"Ah, Charlotte never gets mad," Ray argued as he stretched his beefy arms behind his head and admired the view of his sweet girl's perfect butt. Henry's science project wasn't his problem, but that sweet lil heinie was...

"Are you kidding me?" Jasper scoffed, giving the man a dry look.

"What?" Ray asked, not knowing that working for him often left the poor girl like a walking, talking volcano. If you caught her in the wrong mood, she'd scream and shout at you, hit things, growl, glare, use her endless wit and sass to make you submit, and even resort to physical violence sometimes.

It was a miracle she hadn't gone insane yet, although she did once knee Schwoz in the crotch. Lesson one: never mess with Charlotte.

"Wow...she gets mad a lot."

"She has good reasons."

"Can't blame her," Jasper and Piper shrugged, sympathising with the girl because working for Captain Man and his ego wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Honestly, it was a miracle (y/n) hadn't gone insane yet, but judging by her Elvis bobblehead fixation, she might well be on her way.

"Yeah, well, she's mad now, too. Listen!" Henry exclaimed, having checked his voicemail to see an agonisingly long message from his friend, and he doubted it was a positive checkup from his old pal.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Charlotte's voice came screaming through his PearPhone's speaker, striking fear into everyone's hearts because, wow. She sounded really mad. Furious, even at being left to do the project alone.

"She's mad. Let's go-sc'go-sc'go-sc'go-sc'go!" The kid exclaimed, clicking off his phone and shoving it in his pocket before rushing out the door.

The others followed suit, hauling ass and scrambling from their seats to get out of the store lest Charlotte hunt them down. To his disappointment, (y/n) was already gone by the time Ray had gotten off the chair, leaving him with no option but to help Schwoz up from the floor and traipse after her like a lost puppy.

At least that never changed; he always pursued her, skipping behind her heels like she walked on starlight and rainbows. If only she knew how he smiled at the back of her head, earning a spring in his step, throughout the walk to Henry's house...

~Henry's house~

Having practically run through the streets, spurred on by some flaming texts, the group burst into Henry's house with apologies already thought out and on the tips of their tongues.

"We're here--we're here! I'm sorry--I'm sorry!" Henry apologised as they scattered across his living room. Still, he was only interested in Charlotte's setup, where the girl had arranged her funky science experiment on the kitchen table. She had pipes, tubes, violet lights, and flasks hooked together in a mish-mash high school wizardry.

"Where have you been?" The girl demanded to know since she'd been ready for ages, but her so-called helpful friend didn't show up.

"At work. We got distracted. For some reason, we keep remembering funny things today," Henry replied, making Charlotte roll her eyes and return to her project for the final preparations.

Meanwhile, (y/n) had been wandering the living room, arms tucked around her waist in a self-hug as she watched her doofus explore the ornaments on the sideboard. She spotted it before he did and prayed that he'd leave the family photo of the gorgeous Kris alone before he broke her heart. However, his eyes were glued to the frame like a moth is drawn to a flame.

"Hey, is your mom here?" Ray asked Henry as he showed him the photo--as if the kid didn't know what his mother looked like. He'd love to chat with Mrs Hart - the lovely lady who gave him sound advice on his relationship when he felt like a clueless moron. Although he didn't see how his sweet girl practically deflated at the question.

"Dude, what is your deal with my mom?" Henry fired back sharply, feeling a protective urge rise as he saw how lost and lonely (y/n) looked behind the idiot before him. Maybe Ray asked for the right reasons; his mom was aware of and very respectful of his relationship, but he just wished he had drawn the line, especially for (y/n) to see.

She was the sunshine kid, all smiles and kindness. Seeing her frown felt like the universe was out of alignment.

"I don't have a deal with your mom," Ray argued, wondering why the kid seemed so snappy when he asked a simple question about a lady who'd grown to be his good friend. Maybe he'd shown an inkling of interest when they first met, but that was only because he didn't know he'd managed to make the best girl in the world fall in love with him. Why turn her down for an already-married woman?

"What are you talking about?"

"You most definitely do," the kids told him firmly, making Ray look off as (y/n) sagged and whimpered to herself. They saw it; she lived it, so why didn't her doofus know she was tearing her heart to pieces?

It started in the early days of Henry as Kid Danger. Ray snuck into his bedroom to scold him after a mission gone wrong, and that's when he first saw her picture. The hero was instantly taken with the blonde's bright smile and stunning features, believing they'd be enough to quell his aching heart. He was in love with a girl, and she'd never love him back, so Kris would be his placebo.

He'd flirt with her at any opportunity, whether in the Hart house or elsewhere, like when everyone was arrested. Don't even mention the time he turned up at their home to protect Mrs Hart from a purse thief, ending up staying an entire week to drive Henry insane and make (y/n) pine for her doofus.

Throughout the period before their relationship, he didn't waste any moment that allowed him to compliment the woman, knowing the longer he dwelled on her, the less he had to think about his best friend marrying someone else one day. Henry hated it from the get-go, scolding his boss and encouraging him to just talk to (y/n) and ask her out - he'd find the outcome enlightening.

In the end, everyone who'd told him to be brave was right, much to Ray's disbelief. When Kris told him to take the plunge and tell the girl he was in love with about his feelings, he thought she was crazy, arguing (y/n) was too good and, above all else, his best friend. He couldn't lose her, but then, she gave him the best advice of all.

"If it's true love, she will never leave." And she was right. Five years later, he was still in love and engaged to the sweetest girl he'd ever met. No matter how much he annoyed or upset her, she never left, which still blew his mind.

"Let's just move on," Ray mumbled shyly, having never thought about how stupid he used to be or how much he talked about Henry's mom. It was a little embarrassing, but no one mentioned his red cheeks because he'd lit a flare during his nostalgia... And so, his obsession with pyrotechnics continued.

"Where'd you get that flare?" Piper asked, thinking his pockets weren't deep enough to hide it, and she hadn't seen him sneakily pull it out from under his shirt.

"Hey, doofus. What have I told you about playing with flares? Give it!" (y/n) snapped at him, feeling slightly prickly, knowing her fiancé had a deep crush on another woman. Not a celebrity or someone unobtainable but stupid Mrs Hart - the lady she couldn't help but hate for no real reason, save that she was his type in human form.

"No..." Ray whined at her, keeping the flare close to his chest since he wanted to admire its flaming beauty, but his sweet girl was strict. She lunged for the tube, feeling like a mother scolding her child, but that was them all over, and Ray appreciated her concern deep down.

"Give it!"

"You guys really are like an old married couple..." Piper giggled, watching her friend wrestle the flare out of her doofus' hands, so she could dump it in the sink for extinguishing. (y/n) gave Ray a sharp glare and a nudge to his ribs, clearly annoyed and hurt by his recollection of her mom. Still, if she was an outsider looking in, she'd know the man had eyes for no one but her.

"Not married..." (y/n) replied, splashing water over the flare until it fizzled and died. Ray pouted behind her, lamenting both the loss of his perilous toy and the mention of their lack of matching rings. She was his wife in his heart and head, and only a stupid bit of paper stopped him from saying it officially.

"Yet..." But her mumbled addition quickly brought a smile back to his face. The hero grinned as she wiped her damp hands on a towel and turned to snake her arms around his neck.

Perhaps she was feeling territorial, but Ray didn't mind or even notice, holding her waist as she pulled him in for a much-needed kiss that had them sighing and falling in love all over again. Every peck was like a reset button, and knowing that she got to do this, not Mrs Hart or any other woman, made (y/n) feel better, especially when she pulled away, only for Ray to whine and pull her back in.

"One day, sweet girl... Can't wait to marry you," he grinned, pressing kisses all over her face, making the woman shriek gleefully. The kids watched with bemused smiles, thinking they were ridiculous and adorable, rolled into one - soulmates if they'd ever seen them.

"Can't believe I've done this for five years..."

"Done what for five years?" Piper asked her brother, eyeing Henry as he shook his head, seemingly annoyed by the lovey-dovey couple, but his eyes said everything. He was prouder than anyone else in the room, probably because he'd seen it all.

"Watched this. Did you know it took him ten years to ask her out? The man was a chicken!"

"Seriously?! Dude, she's, like, the nicest person in the world and head over heels for you. Why would you be afraid of (y/n/n)?" The young girl asked, laughing with the boys as the hero's ears turned pink, feeling everyone's on him. His precious fiancée chuckled and stroked his flaming cheeks, highly amused because it was true, even though it took two to build what they had now.

"'Cause look at her! She's hot, clever, funny, beautiful, kind, cute, generous, creative, passionate--" the man rambled, spinning (y/n) in his arms. Hence, she faced the teens, holding and squishing her face to highlight all her brilliant characteristics, although all he did was make her shy and them amused.

"Okay, Ray. We get it. You're in love, you've found your soulmate, she completes you, and you can't imagine your life without her. You two haven't changed since the first time I met you..." Henry sighed, shaking his head as the couple gazed into each other's eyes, bashful but entirely entranced by the other's stare.

"Aren't you dating?"

"Ray? No, no, no. No. I could never. We're just friends." That was the old story. Henry saw it from the first day he met them - the chemistry between the man and woman skirting around what was yelling at them to acknowledge.

(y/n) could deny it all she wanted, but even a thirteen-year-old boy saw how she pined for her doofus, grinned when they were together and frowned when he danced with hula girls. Still, she said nothing and stuck by her doofus' side through thick and thin, suffering in silence with her love hidden away whilst Ray dealt with the same thing.

He could remember their conversation like it was yesterday. Even when he used his sneakiest methods, getting Ray to admit that he felt something more than friendly for his pretty helper was like trying to get blood out of a stone.

"Don't you like her?"

"No! Come on, man! She's my friend, and she works for me!"

"Yeah, but you like her."

"Stop!"

"Don't worry, man! I won't tell her!"

"Good!"

"AHA! So you do like her!"

It spiralled from there, leading to him, Charlotte, and then Jasper practically tearing their hair out because, for all their efforts, the idiots couldn't see that their love was mutual, screaming to be acted on. Not even a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe made them realise. However, they'd later confess that the kiss was the moment they knew this was forever.

An excruciating plan later, and they finally started dating. To say Ray's gob had never been more smacked was an understatement; the girl of his dreams was in love with him, and it just grew from there. They kissed, fought, made up, and never been happier, so their engagement was a quick but inevitable next step.

Sure, they'd had some rocky moments when everything looked bleak, but they always made it out the other side stronger than ever before. They were constant, reliable, and unchanging; it brought a feeling of routine in an environment that felt constantly changing, especially for the kids fighting crime and growing up simultaneously.

Everyone could rely on Ray to love (y/n) and (y/n) to love Ray. They were always there for support, advice, and playfully disparaging teasing. A wedding would complete the circle and right everything wrong in the world, but that was yet to be seen.

Soon, though. Very soon, indeed.

"Actually, yes, we have changed. He's my doofus, and I love him, which is more than I could say five years ago," (y/n) grinned, her ear resting against Ray's pec as he cradled her in his arms, utterly enamoured with everything about the sweet girl against his chest.

"Right...it took us a while, but we got there in the end," Ray added in a voice no higher than a murmur. His lips brushed the top of her head, and she snuggled into his warmth, rubbing her nose against the spot where his shirt cracked open to reveal a sliver of cologne-soaked skin. They were a picture of romance, and no one, not even Charlotte, could deny they weren't made for each other - balancing and wholesome.

"Okay, you guys are cute, but I need someone to film me doing my science experiment right away," the brown-haired girl interrupted, sounding tired and hurried. She hated to break up their little love session, but she had an assignment due, and she refused to fail the class unnecessarily.

'Why in Henry's kitchen?" Ray asked, still petting his sweet girl's hair as she relaxed against him, glad he'd forgotten the ever-lovely Kris...for now.

"Yeah, why aren't you in your own kitchen, Charlotte."

"Yeah, Charlotte..." Jasper and Henry added, looking at her almost accusingly, which didn't sit well with the girl. Her frosty glare froze them in place, her anger becoming apparent as they dared to assume she wanted to do her work in someone else's house.

"Seriously?" She asked dryly, arms folded and face flat as she remembered the fabulous day she foolishly sent Ray, Henry, and Jasper to her house to get her phone charger.

Oh, that was fun to explain to her parents when they came home to see their kitchen had burnt down, something they put down to a freak accident, but Charlotte knew it was flare-related. Those morons...

"Oh...right," Jasper nodded awkwardly. Now that he thought about it, he did remember something happening when he and the lads went to her house, meaning Henry and Ray were also scuffing their feet and biting their lips in shame.

"Now, will someone please film me doing my science experiment before it's too late?!"

"Too late for what?" Schwoz asked, wondering what all the hurry was about because, from where he was standing, the project didn't seem lively. What he didn't know...

"It's about to explode!" Charlotte exclaimed, and everyone gasped dramatically at the suspense. She never said anything about an explosion, so they were all worried about how serious it could be. They gathered around the table to have a thorough nosey before their impending doom, much to the girl's frustration as she offered her phone to the first volunteer.

"Someone hurry up and film me completing my experiment before it explodes!"

"Henry, hurry up!" (y/n) said to the kid, snapping her fingers, and Ray's arms anchored her to his hip. She'd do it herself, but his hold was like iron, solid and inescapable because he wanted to act as her shield should the worst happen. So, with everyone egging him on, Henry took his friend's phone, turning it horizontally to capture the perfect footage of the action.

"In three, two, one..." he counted down, ready to record, when Ray turned to him with his sweet girl tucked in his arms, hands on her waist.

"Hey, speaking of explosions..."

"Yeah, what's up, big dog?" The kid grinned at him, quickly forgetting about Charlotte, her experiment, and his task of filming it as he lowered the phone. He sensed another flashback coming...

"No!" Charlotte snapped, feeling her anger flare again as he lost focus. All she wanted was a minute of his time - was that too much to ask?

"How many times have we almost gotten blown up?" Ray asked with a mischievous glint in his eye, making (y/n) pull away from his chest to raise her eyebrow at him. He suggested it was something to be proud of, not as if Henry was highly vulnerable and could become jelly sliding down the walls if their luck ran out.

"Too many, doofus! You never listen to my tummy!" She giggled, trying to be stern, but he looked silly, playfully waggling his eyebrows to pull more sweet sounds from her lips. He was such an idiot, but she loved him for it; staying mad was impossible, especially when he triggered so many hilarious memories.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Charlotte tried to stop them from daydreaming before everything went boom, but it was too late. No one could forget about one of Ray's glorifying moments when he tried to bluff Schwoz into giving him the better secret room, only to accidentally blow up the Man Cave.

That was his most incredible explosion, but there were others too. Many of Schwoz's pranks included explosives, and a few accidents often ended in things blowing up in a fireball, not to mention how Captain Man himself sometimes got involved. He'd been blasted too many times to remember them all, but a few stuck out, like when they had to test his indestructibility or when his hands got stuck in a box.

They'd even faced explosions on a moving train and when a spy cake infiltrated the Man Cave. They'd been in shops when all hell broke loose, several factories where the explosion ruined lives, and even suffered a glitter bomb, which was surprisingly worse than fire and fodder. The stuff was impossible to wash off...and it got everywhere.

And who could forget the time Charlotte accidentally shot Henry with Ray's cannon? Sure, he was indestructible at the time, and the shrapnel that injured (y/n) was nothing her super-regeneration couldn't handle, but still. It freaked the hero out and made him realise how precious his sidekicks were to him.

Even recently, when Jack Frittleman returned for revenge, they accidentally blew his face off with a boomsday device. That was interesting and proved that chaos followed in their wake, for good and bad.

"Okay, that's enough remembering!" Charlotte hissed as the last memory faded, breaking them out of the trance. They'd had some tremendous explosions over the years. Still, if they weren't careful, they'd have another one on their hands, one the girl wouldn't replicate again.

"Can we please get back to my science experiment before it blows up?!"

"Hey..." That was a naïve assumption from her, thinking Ray could do something serious for more than a minute. He tried to pay attention, his face falling into a thin, emotionless frown, but he couldn't help but succumb to the wave of emotion that flooded his bones, blood, and soul. They'd been so remember-y today, and it made him step back from reality and view his life for what it was; crazy, bizarre, beautiful.

"We've really been through a lot together, haven't we?"

"Yeah, doofus..." (y/n) teased him, suddenly feeling warm and gooey when he smiled at her and Henry. He could be a softie sometimes, making her hold him close as she reflected on how far they'd come as a couple, building a home together and watching four children grow into adults. Someone pass her the tissues.

"Aw, come on!" Charlotte exclaimed, throwing his hands up with a disdained expression because there they went again. The group looked upwards slightly, their eyes turning hazy and dreamy as the best memories came rolling in, filling their hearts with the knowledge that the past wasn't so bad. Traumatic at times, but okay.

"I need help, and someday someone's gonna have to take over for me."

"Like?"

"Like you, Henry." And that was where it all started. Little did he know, but Henry wrapped Ray around his finger from the get-go. The man would do anything for the kid: run through fire, fight the world, give up everything. He hated putting him in danger, knowing he wouldn't be able to live with himself if anything happened to the boy under his watch, wearing his uniform, but Henry didn't care. He took an oath - the sidekick life chose him, and he chose it.

Hugs were exchanged, heart-to-hearts were whispered when no one else was listening, and a bond formed. Ray shared his life with Henry, telling him he was in love with a girl, wanted to marry her, and didn't want to ruin anything. The kid listened to everything, hearing his fears, hopes, and dreams, much like (y/n) did for him.

The woman was a great listener and a fountain of advice, meaning he could go to her with things Ray would just tease him about. Crushes, girl troubles, personal struggles--anything; (y/n) knew how to sit and let him get it all out, moving in for one of her warm, all-consuming hugs at the right moment. He loved her hugs because she smelled great and always seemed soft and squishy, so he could understand why Ray constantly wanted her close.

"You know, I've never really had someone to look out for me like you do, like a big sister thing."

"I'm always gonna look out for you, Henry Hart." And she did. (y/n) had Henry's back, and he had hers, with Ray hovering above their mini-partnership to form a solid unit. A trio. The foundations of their little family, which, strangely, had shifted to the porch amidst their recollection.

"Ooh!" They all jumped when Charlotte the front door behind her, stepping out on the porch to see them either standing around, looking gormless or slouched on the bench with their mouths slightly open and drooling.

"What happened?"

"Yeah, since when am I snuggling my doof out here?" (y/n) asked with Piper, both girls frowning and looking around in confusion as their skin prickled at the chillier air. Luckily for the heroine, she had Ray's beefy arm laid around her shoulders like a blanket, and the warmth radiating from his side invited her to shuffle closer to him.

"I pushed you all out here while you were remembering," Charlotte explained, giving them all a cold stare, not that her friend noticed, as she practically crawled into Ray's lap and kissed his jaw.

"Why?"

"Because my science experiment was about to--" she answered, only to be interrupted by a loud boom and the feeling of the house shaking around them. The tremors ricocheted through the floor, travelling through their limbs, making the family gasp. Piper paled as she saw a burst of colour and scorching light engulf the living room, no doubt ruining the furniture for her parents to see later.

"...blow up."

"Thanks for blowing up my kitchen, Charlotte!" Henry exclaimed sarcastically as the adults cringed. Ray exchanged awkward glances with Schwoz while his sweet girl froze in his embrace. Perhaps a little more adult supervision would've been appropriate.

"Yes, thanks!"

"I tried to get you to film it before--" the girl tried to defend herself, facing off with Piper as the blonde sneered at her. The siblings didn't know what excuse they would try and use on their parents. It would have to be good, considering the door, walls, and furnishings were covered in a multicoloured goo.

"Hey, Schwoz..." However, Ray interrupted her, arms curled around his precious fiancée as he looked at his handyman, much to their annoyance.

"Yeah?"

"Charlotte's exploding science experiment just gave me an idea," he said, spreading his thighs a little further apart so (y/n) would have more room. However, it just made her hot under the collar.

"Ooh, an idea. This is dangerous," she teased him, earning an unimpressed glance from her doofus as she giggled to herself. She stroked his cheek and leaned in for a brief kiss, laughing as his large palm squeezed her hip as a warning.

"Could we go to an alternate dimension and steal another kitchen for Henry?" He asked, presenting an entirely predictable, mad idea like (y/n) knew he would. It was stupid, but for Schwoz, inter-dimensional borrowing wasn't impossible; instead, it was something he regularly did, no matter how much the heroine warned him about messing with the space-time continuum.

"I don't see why not..."

"Sick, dude!"

"Great idea!" Henry and Piper grinned, complimenting the man to (y/n)'s disdain because words like that would inflate his huge ego. He relaxed on the bench, feeling like the happiest man in the world, with his family surrounding him and his soon-to-be wife at the centre of everything. The contentment inspired a new curiosity, one weirder than anything he'd asked for.

"But first...could you find us a dimension where actors are, I don't know, like, trying to pretend to be us?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...but sometimes, they mess up their lines?"

"Or experience other funny, unforeseen mishaps?" The boys asked, grinning at each other as they bounced off the same idea, which sounded ridiculous to the girls. Them? Actors? Really? As if that would ever happen, but perhaps in another world...

"You mean, like bloopers?" Charlotte frowned, wondering how their brains worked as she glanced at (y/n) and Piper, who couldn't see themselves as anything but who they were; ordinary, non-acting people.

"Yes! Can you find us a blooper dimension?!"

"That has got to be the strangest thing you've ever thought of, doofus...but I'm curious. Can you do it, Schwoz?" The woman asked, fluffing her lover's hair as she tried to imagine what went on in his silly head. The thought of being on a set or stage made a shiver run down her spine - all those eyes looking at her - but maybe, in another life, she was brave and bubbly, fun and confident, a star of the silver screen.

"I don't see why not," the genius replied, shrugging because he had all the tools and kit - Bill Evil's dimension tech. It would be easy to just hop across the world for light entertainment. Hence, the others leapt with renewed energy, eager to return to the Man Cave to see this crazy world.

Ray and his ideas...were as weird as they were wonderful.

~The Man Cave~

With Schwoz at the controls of his dimensional hopping doohickey, everyone gathered on the couch. Henry, Jasper, and Piper prepared some snacks and set them in the middle of the table for everyone to nibble whilst Piper was on drinks. Everyone got a soda before sinking to watch what had to be the world's best TV, huddled together with elbows touching elbows.

(y/n) was obviously sitting next to Ray, her hand lightly resting on his bicep as they shared a drink. Technically, it was Ray's drink, but he placed it between them since it was inevitable that she'd steal some, arguing his stuff always tasted better.

It was worth it for her kisses and how she fed him pieces of popcorn, meaning a blissful feeling settled over the group as the first glimpse of the blooper world began...

"That's not right..." Ray grumbled, only he wasn't Ray, apparently. (y/n), a renowned actress and star of many Nickelodeon shows, giggled as she watched her costars, Cooper and Jace, struggle with a lei prop.

It was so weird to watch, but everyone quickly gathered the plot, laughing when Cooper tried to throw the flower necklace over the boy's head as per the script, only for it to snag on the boy's hair whenever they took another shot.

"Oh yeah, that's real good," she laughed with the boys as the flowers framed Jace's face, wrapping around his head since Coop had given up. She loved her job...

The scene faded to another, this time with the same "actors" again, only it mimicked Henry's pledge to be Kid Danger. Cooper and Jace, wearing their superhero costumes, stood in the middle of the dark set with (y/n) hovering near them as the director shouted action on what was the first episode of some TV show... Henry Danger?

"I, Henry Hart..."

"Pledge to never, ever, ever tell anyone that I am Captain Man's secret sidekick!" The man said solemnly, his right arm raised like he'd been told to as his glamorous costar conjured tears in the corner of her eyes to ensure an authentic and emotional performance.

"And to never, ever reveal that I am secret--duh! Duh!" Jace spat, losing his rhythm when the correct line disappeared from his head. Damn it; he rehearsed that all night too.

It quickly moved on to a scene in the high school, where Jace was talking to a very young-looking Jasper--or Sean as he was known in the opposite universe. The blond kid snuck up on his friend, trying to keep a straight face, which was more challenging than it seemed since all the weird moments were difficult not to laugh at.

"Hey, Jasper!"

"What?" Sean asked, channelling a sense of weirdness and innocence that suited his - or Jasper's - personality.

"Shhhhh!" Jace shushed, only to giggle as he smushed his finger against the kid's lips. It was impossible not to laugh, so he felt better when the on-set crew - camera people, lighting specialists, producers, and the like - laughed with him. They reshot the scene again and again, breaking character each time as Sean pretended to lick his fingers or he poked his face playfully.

Suddenly, they cut to the Man Cave, where Cooper (y/n) and Schwoz - "Michael", had to shoot a scene together. It was simple, with the handsome hero showing off as usual, much to his helpers' exasperation. All he had to do was turn, kick the air, and cheer victoriously, but the guy always gave it one hundred and ten per cent, which was too much enthusiasm this time.

"Boom!" He shouted, thrusting his leg in the air with Ray's typical arrogance and flair, but the velocity made him lose his footing. To Michael and (y/n)'s shock and amusement, the man went flying, landing on his ass with a light thud and sending his colleagues into peals of laughter.

"Oh, shit, Coop! You good?" (y/n) gasped, her doe-eyed, in-love persona fading into her natural character as she looked at her friend on the tiles. He was a doofus on screen and in real life, staying on his back as he, too, chuckled and sighed.

"I'm okay!" He confirmed, holding two thumbs up in mock defeat. That wasn't the first time there'd been a minor bump in the studio - they happened constantly. Whether it was Piper, also known as Ella, falling off a bed or things going wrong during what should've been a simple dance routine.

(y/n) felt like she was flying as Cooper twirled her around the Man Cave, moving together just like they'd done in rehearsal before doing it in front of the cameras. It was the bit where Ray and her character were performing one of the hero's final wishes before he lost all his friends to a volcanic eruption. It was more like they were dancing around their feelings than anything else, with a specific line in the script noting they had to channel every ounce of romantic tension they could.

Things were going perfectly, and their jitterbug was something to be admired as they approached the final lift. And that was where things went wrong. Spinning his costar in his arms, Cooper felt (y/n)'s body fall from between his fingertips, although he tried to hold on. Before either knew it, the woman landed on the floor with a small oof, her skirt sitting askew across her thighs.

"You good, (y/n/n)?" He laughed as they rolled onto their sides, holding their aching ribs at how funny everything seemed when immersed in a make-believe world.

"You s--said you would--wouldn't drop me!" She replied, wheezing and struggling to get her words out as she laid on her back, unhurt, save for her pride. In fairness to him, Cooper tried to ease her fall, guiding her descent as best he could so she didn't injure herself. He was such a gentleman, which made them such good friends.

"Emergency call!" Charlotte gasped, suddenly breaking the façade for her friends as her focus was snapped by the blaring alarm. No one else bothered to turn and look at what was happening, mainly because everything on-screen was so funny--too funny to break away and do some work.

"Who cares?" Ray shrugged, talking through a mouthful of food before he raised his soda to his lips. However, before he could get the cool metal to his lips, a dainty hand shot out and pulled it toward her mouth; (y/n) wanted some soda, and no one's tasted better than her doofus'.

"Sweet girl..."

"Just a sip!" She promised, fluttering her eyelashes innocently when he pretended to frown at her, even though everyone knew he secretly liked providing for her, ensuring she was well-fed and hydrated. She could drink all of it but didn't, taking the tiniest taste before giving it back with a saccharine grin. After all, soda was always better when he tasted it on her lips...

"I'd rather sit here and watch bloopers while Ray eats (y/n)'s face," Henry added, although he grimaced slightly when he turned to the happy couple, only to see them lip-locked and handsy. Ew.

"Me too!"

"Yeah, they're hilarious!" Jasper and Piper agreed as Schwoz chimed up, beaming at the crack in the fabric of time and space as another scene played out.

This time, it was Charlotte's twin--or Riele, as she was known by those strange people. She quickly quietened down at her image, thinking they could keep going a little longer without hurting anything, and she silently agreed - it was pretty funny.

"You know, someday, when you guys are cleaning my swimming pool because you failed this algebra test, then flunk out of school--eh," Riele grumbled as she messed up the line, her tongue feeling clunky and too large in her mouth. She couldn't get around the complex syllables, no matter how many takes they did, and it was even worse when she had to take over Jace's role as Kid Danger.

"Bubble time," Cooper said gravely, preparing to show Ray and Charlotte donning their costumes, which involved chewing, standing very still, and a clever bit of special effects from the editing team. However, getting the fake gumballs out of the tube was easier said than done for the girl who'd never done it before.

"Oh, I don't think it's gonna work out, Charlotte," the man joked when she accidentally dropped one on the floor, earning giggles from Micheal and (y/n) as they watched. The woman prodded his shoulder before returning to her spot for another go, knowing she'd get it next time.

"I don't want a st--I don't wanna wear a--" Even Miss Danger sometimes struggled with his lines. This one was particularly tricky for (y/n), who couldn't get the words out correctly as Jace and Cooper giggled at her. It was admirable how she tried to continue with the take, not wanting the cameras to stop rolling because of her, but it wouldn't work.

"I don't want a stupid--capes--wearing--Henry! Dammit--line, please!"

"What's wrong with you, (y/n/n)?" Do you need medicine?" Coop asked in his Batman-like voice, making the woman laugh as her cheeks warmed. It didn't help that he was crouched on the arm of the couch, looking like a complete moron as she sounded like one.

"Possibly! It's my brain--just won't work today," she agreed, trying to scratch her face through the prosthetic mask on her face, the itchiness coming from her embarrassment, but it was normal. Every actor screwed up once in a while.

"Quick! Turn down the mic, so Ray, (y/n)--Henry--- yah!" Michael scrunched his face as his voice gave out - a common occurrence that proved it wasn't just (y/n) who sometimes screwed up.

"What are you talking about?!" Jace spat as Henry grilled Ray about why he'd turned up at his house in the episode, The Whole Bilsky Family. It was a long shoot with many characters on set, but this was supposed to be him, Cooper, and (y/n) huddled in a corner as the hero made his sidekicks explain themselves.

"I'll tell you what I'm talking about! You've worn that--I'll tell ya--what I'm talkin' about!" Cooper tried to yell back with irritation and jealousy present in his voice because Ray was supposed to be upset and longing for his lover, but it just came out wrong.

It was supposed to be delivered fast and furiously, so he couldn't help but laugh when it went wrong.

"Make sure you throw it at him real hard!" (y/n) joked as she stood next to Cooper, waiting for one of the production assistants to throw a cardboard box at his head for an old episode.

"Bring it up here, and I'll be happy to," Ray nodded, the actor following his line since he was meant to sign Jasper's doll. The box flew through the air and hit him square in the face, making his nose and cheek ache a little as (y/n) frowned--although she really wanted to laugh.

They did take, after take, after take. Each throw wasn't quite right, hitting the man too low, in the teeth, or on his forehead, and once, it even hit (y/n)'s shoulder. He was considering hiring a stunt double to do his part, given that his lips were starting to bruise.

"You hit him in the mouth!"

"You hear that? That's the murmuring of producers saying, we got it, but let's do it again, 'cause that'd be hilarious," he laughed as he returned the box to the guy throwing it at him. However, part of him didn't want to, hoping to save his battered skin.

"Maybe you just have a face that screams, Hit me!" The woman by his side giggled, earning a punch to her shoulder as they waited for the director to say cut. They had enough material at this point, but they were paid to do their job, grin, bear it, and never complain--, and it was the best job in the world.

Even if fame sometimes got a little tricky.

"(y/n), over here!"

"Oh, hi!" The woman beamed radiantly as she strolled down the red carpet, a beautiful designer gown flowing behind her as she took in the lightning flashes of the paparazzi wall. She always got a little nervous at premieres, worrying about falling over her dress or swearing on camera. Still, this was supposed to be family-friendly fun and games, not the global movie shindigs she'd frequented when working away from children's television.

It was the Kid's Choice Awards. An evening dedicated to slime, partying, and honouring the best showbiz is Nickelodeon could produce, and this year, she'd been nominated for Favourite Actress. Someone pass her a fan and a glass of water. Therefore, she was expected to dress to the nines, smile, wave, and pose for the paps like it was her day job--and it was, technically.

One camera crew caught her attention, the reporter looking friendly and familiar enough for her to wander over for an interview, pausing to sign a few autographs as throngs of children and photographers screamed her name.

"Congrats on your nomination, (y/n/n)! You must be so proud!" The girl shouted, holding the microphone out to capture every word the star said, who still wasn't used to being showered with compliments, even after years of being an actress.

"Well, I'd say more shocked--and grateful, obviously!" She replied with a huge grin, knowing the golden rule for red carpets was to keep it short, polite, and positive. The thought of ending up on social media for saying something stupid or controversial kept her up at night. But luckily, she was as popular off-screen as her character was on-screen, known for being sweet, down-to-earth, and all-around lovely.

"This has been a pretty busy year for you, doing both Henry Danger and starring in Avengers: Infinity War--massive fan of your work, by the way. You're my fave superhero in everything!"

"Oh, thank you! Yeah, it's been crazy, but I've loved it. Being part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe is insane, and everyone's so lovely. I can't wait for everyone to see what comes next," (y/n) said, feeling like she was rambling a little bit. Still, the reporter seemed to lap it up, making the woman smile until her cheeks hurt.

Her career had been limited to minor roles in smallish shows for years, never reaching further than earning her a decent wage and a small army of fans...until the email appeared in her manager's inbox. First, Nick reached out, then they wanted a strong-minded yet serene heroine for a real Hollywood blockbuster, so Miss Danger got an upgrade, something that still needed to sink in for the small-town girl.

"And I hear you've recently gone off the market... Tell me, have we lost Miss (y/l/n), or do the fanboys and girls at home still have a chance?" The interviewer asked, knowing she was beginning to push boundaries, but they were always nosey.

The best gossip came from relationships, drama, and exclusives, which seemed to follow (y/n) around since she played the love interest of a guy who, in real life, was married with a child.

People loved to talk - the first lesson she learned in the acting game. It didn't take long for the fans to blur the lines between her and Cooper, making their personal lives cross with those of her and Ray, which was sweet to watch, but fiction. Purely fiction. And it ended with that.

"No comment...That's for me to know. I've always thought it's best to keep that type of thing to yourself when you do what I do," she laughed, playing it off cooly and kindly, and the other woman quickly backed down. (y/n) (y/l/n) didn't take any nonsense, wasn't afraid to politely put people in their place, and managed her life away from cameras to retain a degree of normality. Those rules stayed the same for everyone.

"Well, good luck for tonight! I'm sure your fellow cast members, and everyone here are cheering you on!"

And so, she moved on to the next one, feeling like a goddess as people shoved, pushed, and screamed for a sliver of her attention. It never used to be like this back when she was just another kid's TV star, not even a main character.

Now, the flashes followed her everywhere, and things would only go up from there as she rose through the ranks with each performance she gave. Maybe fame wasn't for everyone, but she did it with elegance and dignity, freezing again for another round of camera clicks as she tailed one of the actors from The Thundermans.

It was a good job, one fit for a girl split in two; one-half heroine, the other a world away.

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varjopeura · 2 years ago

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🎯, ❤️, 🥊 for any/all of the blorbos! I'm curious about the lot of 'em. :D

🎯 -What do they do best?

(I'll include a few word introductions of the blorbos here too, gives the answers just a little bit of context)

Todenmukaisuus (or Tomu for short, since her name is so. fucking. long. Fun fact: her name would directly translate to Veracity!) is my current D&D character and main blorbo, a light-hearted tiefling rogue running from her past and trying to make friends with everyone she meets. Tomu would love to claim that she is an excellent liar, swindler and snake oil salesman, very good at persuading people to pay money for things they definitely should not buy - but she isn't half as good a liar as she wants to be. Yes, she's very good at crafting her fake potions and forging papers, but the moment she tries to cook up a good hoax in practice she ends up being way out of her depth. Her actual talents are in the crafting bits. (Like, don't get me wrong, she actually should be very good with the lying too, she definitely has the stats and skills required for it - she just can't for the life of her roll any good when she attempts deception.)

Glimmer, my precious, my favourite, my literal ray of sunshine, is a tiefling cleric of the Dawnfather Pelor, devout in her worship of powers of light and good. Glimmer is a healer in both physical and spiritual sense. She knows how to treat a wound, be it with magic or stitches, and while she's patching you up she's going to do her best to get your mind at ease, too. Whatever worries you, she'll make sure it's not your problem anymore - whatever you've done is more than enough, you are enough, you are loved, she loves you. And whatever it was that worried you, those are now Her worries, her burdens to bear. She's way too good at taking responsibility in things she can't change, and exceptionally good at worrying about stuff.

Lila is a young half-elf with a newly found sorcerous talent and a found family consisting of a major criminal organization. Currently deeply involved in a war between said organization's different factions. Lila has a natural affinity to magic that mainly has to do with death and undeath. She is a trained liar and manipulator, as well as a thief and smuggler. I'd still consider her true talent to be Following Orders. She will do anything and everything her criminal family requires her to do, and no matter how hard the task, she will keep going at it until she finds a way to succeed. Left at her own devices, she will usually either freeze or do something extremely stupid, but when someone else is there planning things and giving orders she really shines at executing the plans.

Aalo is my character in our Vampire: the Masquerade campaign! She's a professional art photographer and hobbyist ghost hunter, and these days also a horrifying undead abomination vampire, plagued by prophetic visions and unpleasant hallucinations. Aalo has spent her entire life studying all things paranormal and occult, and her strongest skillsets lie in using that knowledge to her benefit. She's also useful to have around for some light breaking and entering, but other than that? She is actually kind of useless, I love me a pathetic woman :D

(ohhh this is going to get Long, isn't it?)

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Todenmukaisuus' favourite memory is actually a fairly recent one! (Mainly because the good memories of her past are now shaded by feelings of heartbreak and betrayal - the wonderful memories of hangout sessions with your best friend aren't as wonderful after you've realized the horrifying amounts of abuse and gaslighting that same friend subjected you to). But even ignoring that, the enchanted bubble bath shared with a whole bunch of new friends would've made the list of Tomu's best memories. Her party had just arrived to a new city, one that she'd wanted to see for ages, and were staying for the night in a Super Cool Wizard Tower with a Super Cool Wizard living in it. Attached to their room was a small bathroom with a bathtub enchanted to always stay warm, with fresh water constantly pouring in in a gentle stream. The walls were covered with shelves filled with dozens of little bottles of perfumes and soaps and bubble solutions, all of them of delightful and exotic smells and colors. After weeks on the road and months running from her past, that kind of luxury in itself was a dream come true! But the most important thing was that there, crammed into a one-person bathtub with two other people, playing with the floating bubbles and laughing and play-fighting, Tomu felt really and truly safe and happy for the first time in gods know how long. At that moment she realized she wasn't traveling with these people because of some duty or debt or even convenience, but because she Actually Liked them. They were Her people, and this was Her city, and everything was going to be okay after all.

One of Glimmer's fondest memories is from a time she was very young, so it's more of a series of brief recollections and feelings than an actual scene. She was maybe six?, seven? at the time, spending her time learning how to read. It was a particularly beautiful day, so her teacher took their lessons to a nearby park, where she could study sitting under a great oak tree. Glimmer remembers the warm sun on her skin, the sounds of birds, the painstaking process of slowly turning the symbols on paper into spoken syllables and words; a deep sigh after a challenging sentence, a laugh, her hand brushing the soft green grass; her fingers finding a four-leaf clover and picking it up; her teacher agreeing to save the lucky clover between the pages of a book; the feeling of having a mutual secret and the spark of friendship forming between the teacher and the student. Glimmer still carries the dried clover with her in her adventures, as a personal treasure from her past.

Oh, Lila gave me the hardest time with this one! She vehemently refuses to pick a single memory among many happy ones - the good times before the Bad Stuff Happening were good, that's the end of it. No need to dwell on memories when there's things to fix in the present.

The absolute highlight of Aalo's life and undeath was her first art gallery exhibit. The rush of seeing her works on someone else's walls, the same works that were so often described as off-putting or unnecessarily macabre, and seeing people actually Looking at them, interested in them. Interested in what she had to say with her art. Appreciating her vision. She never quite figured out the right words to describe her feelings at that time, but nonetheless she's been chasing those same feelings over and over again ever since.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Todenmukaisuus loves encountering anything New and Interesting and Exciting, be it a new person or item or activity. She loves traveling to places she hasn't yet seen, loves getting swept up into unexpected adventures, and loves spending her money on useless but beautiful gifts for her friends. She absolutely fucking hates touching anything dirty or gross or otherwise icky (unless it's some poisonous substance you can squeeze out of a defeated monster, then it loops right back into the 'interesting new things' category, for some reason).

Glimmer enjoys the simple things in life. Baking fresh bread, sitting down with a cup of tea after a day's hard work, finding some peace and quiet in meditation. And, altough she might not readily admit it, she really loves casting Fireballs. What's not to love in a big fiery boom! She hates spending prolonged times outside of daylight, and talking to pompous people in positions of power.

Lila loves to drink expensive wine in good company (or cheap wine in Really Good company), she loves going out to all the super fancy places and behaving like a real and proper upper class girl would, but more than anything she loves getting into dumb and completely avoidable trouble, going 'yes and' to bad ideas until she's horribly tangled in a very bad scenario, and then desperately wriggling her way out of it. She hates having to make actual Important Decisions without someone telling her what to do.

Aalo's favourite activity in the whole wide world is to uncover secrets, dig up dirt on people, and solve mysteries, especially of the supernatural kind. She also deeply loves photography, including every step of the process from planning elaborate ideas and weird technical tricks to actually developing the film. She hates staying still and spending her nights alone.

#these were fun! thank you for asking :D #oc tag #todenmukaisuus #glimmer of dawnheim #lila #aalo

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windalchemist001 · 1 month ago

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Wondertober 2024 - Day 20: mer

Ocs: Mona ashengrotto, Clemens Leech

Mona hummed as she swam about she needed a brake from everything and decided the best way to relax was to take a dip in the ocean, and that meant the real one not the fake one made by their dimensions since it wasn't actually ocean water and more of an illusion that acted as it.

After a bit more swimming she paused and moved to catch some food. The simple act of grabing it and braking it. It was a quick possess of killing and eating the mussel, honestly it was fun to actually be her true self, rather than be stuck with so little limbs.

Looking for a nice spot she lay down her tentacles moving and twitching as she enjoyed the slight current that naturally happens in the water. She wasn't to far away from shore so thus she could still see the sun's rays though the water. As she felt content fish slowly make its way to feeling relaxed to swim around her.

Being down here felt nice, soothing and just what she needed. Though it will back to work when she does leave, but everyone needs to rest at least enough so that she doesn't crash, so a small nap will do her some good. A yawn left her and and she really felt more tried. Maybe it was the fact she spent no real time resting these past few days?

But than again she needed to be one pulling and pushing everything into place. But now that's all down her people could run it with out to much effort on her part, just got to check on it every once in a while.

So a brake won't hurt. After a moment of thought a bitter smile crossed her face. Here she was trying to justify a brake to herself when she was younger she'll beg her dad to take a brake and spend time with her. And now she's doing the same to herself.

Opening her eyes the light still shimmered though the water surface and she reached out a hand to it. Was she truely going to end up like her father? The thought clenched at her heart. She wanted her dad to see her, to notice her and be willing to spend time with her as father and daughter. Not with his head in spreading sheets and contracts. To have money thrown at her and told to have fun.

Closing her eyes and slaming her arm down trying to push back the pain for a few moments before opening her eyes again. The goal was the same out rank her father and use that power to make him spend time with her as father and daughter and prove that his years of his stupid business were useless and that he could have had use his time for better things like teaching her how to do things to keep her mom arounr 3d, or not ditch her at the leeches home.

Though speak of those lot she sat up, and ehyup she had a feeling one of them was around and it was Clemens swimming to her. Waving to the male since she wasn't sure of he saw her or not.

But it seems even if he hadnt been he picked up speed and came over to her but rather than stopping the male swam around her like one would picture a pretater doing so for its prey.

Though for Mona, it simply made her roll her eyes and so she waited till the male was at a good postion and she reached at to grab his chin between her thumb and the rest of her fingers and make him turn to her. "Clemens, are you having fun?" Her tone was slightly sarcastic as she was sure she was looking at him dead pan.

"Oh but I am, you seem to be taking a brake do you want a helping hand?"

Sighing Mona ingored the light throb in her head. "If you end up ting my tentacles in a knot again I swear I will personally hold you down and drain all the muses from you body!"

"Oh you can try, but remember..." Clemens paused before Mona found herself shoved backward and somewhat pin to the rock she had been laying on before.

And honestly had it been anyone else she might have thrown them off and made the suffer for daring to such a thing to her, and if she couldn't she'll still try to get away even if it meant tapping into all the magic at her disposal.

But it being Clemens, someone she fully trust (ok not fully but pretty darn close since she will not forgive him for eatting her favorite snacks) even when the male got annoyed with her and decided to grab her hands and pin them above her head she didn't even find it unsettling. In fact all she did was roll her eyes.

The male was above her and the look on his face was one she's seen many times when 'speaking' to their clients. And maybe if she was she might be scared, but to her she thought it was a bit silly (all the years basically being in the leeches cares might have made her immune to their intimidation methods)

In fact she found herself yawning in boredom. Clemens closed his eyes and she felt him drop his weight onto her chest freeing her hands. Lightly shaking her head Mona lowered her hands so she could pet the other her fingers going though his hair, despite what those on land may think, but hair feels so diffrent from their human form to their true form that had she not been use the difference it might have spooked her.

None the less she content just dealing with the oddities that was one of her childhood friends and just let him deal with what ever was going though his head. But maybe because of how often in her childhood they've done this but she found herself feeling more at ease and slowly drifting off into a short nap since she felt content ans safe in a way she never truly feels alone. And she was partly greatful to have people who she can in fact believe in.

#wondertober2024 #day 20 #no beta we die like men

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Rain, sun and hope

Getting out of their school, to join the bus shelter in front of the building, they had a pout. Rain. God knew how they hated it. But what else to expect from their two horrible weeks aside from crap things to happen to them ? And they had to wait thirteen minutes to have their bus back home. The brunet had a sigh as they got on their phone. Not like they could do much.

The only highlight of their day was probably their crush complimenting them on the new shirt they were wearing. The student had a half smile. While they were in love with this boy, they knew that nothing would ever happen. It was always like this. When they love someone with all of their heart, it always ends up hurting them or hurting the one they loved. While their friend promised them that maybe it meant something, they weren’t really believing it.

Their friend, a nice black girl, shorter than them but with a heart as pure as crystaline water was fully supporting them in their crush on that male student. But then, they believed it was useless to pursue anything and it would be better to wait for it to pass.

‘Crushing on someone… What a waste of time and energy. So childish, I can’t believe I am feeling such things.’ they thought, scolding themselves as they remembered how each time it ended in a messy disaster who was sometimes haunting them.

The brunet put on their headphones and started some music, to distract them from the rain’s sound, but also to avoid hearing their thoughts too loud for them to handle such a sensitive topic. As they leaned on the glass making the bus shelter, they absentmindedly started in front of them. Bored and not wanting to be on their phone, they started to watch the raindrops hitting the ground and the few puddles around, as they were hypnotized by the falling water…

As they were watching drops hitting the water, they caught themselves wishing to be loved by someone. Not in a friendly or sibling way. But loved in a romantic way. They tried to convince themselves they weren’t built for this and they didn’t need it. But when they were seeing couples, they couldn’t help but envy them and they hated how their heart was consumed by bitterness and jealousy every time someone had something they didn’t have. Wherever it was good grades, relationships, or just even the most stupid things. Was this poison always going to run through their veins ? Only fate knew.

The young person was about to sob, haunted by their loneliness when they noticed that there was sunlight hitting the wet ground. They frowned a little, before they turned their head to the left, where the light was coming from.

They couldn’t believe their eyes. The gray clouds were letting pass a few rays of sunlight, shining between the surrounding buildings and gently hitting the wet concrete. The student was amazed at this simple beauty in the middle of an environment like Parisian buildings. At that moment, their loneliness didn’t feel as heavy as they were the only one who caught such a magnificent moment. They pulled out their phone, taking a picture of this view they were sure they’ll never forget.

While they lowered and pocketed their phone, they kept watching the sunlight coming through clouds. They felt like the light was reaching to their very heart. A light as soft as this, warmed up their heart who always felt a bit cold. It was like Mother Nature herself wanted them to believe in something good for them, for once. To give themselves a bit of peace and to not be too harsh on themselves.

Their bus finally arrived and they entered it, validating their pass, thanking the driver to let them in. They quickly went to sit in an empty seat at the bottom of the vehicle. As the bus started to drive away from the station, they pulled out their phone once again and looked at the picture they took.

The brunet had a small smile. Maybe it was just a coincidence that the sun shone like that through clouds. Most likely. But for once they wanted to believe.

Believe that the world could be a little magical if we let it be. Believe that Fate will smile upon them again. Believe that one day, they’ll find love under all of its forms no matter what.

But mostly, they wanted to believe in themselves.

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paleontaxi · 2 years ago

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It does help Jarod to be told something a little silly about her, to not have to stew in the embarrassment alone, and he smiles easily again. It is a charming little anecdote and something he is sure many kids feel. Kids have a pretty extraordinary ability to sympathize with monsters, which is both sweet and terrifying. He is not going to think about the scary aspects of it right now, though—the way it led Lola to trust a man like Bob Winters, the way a few runaway teenagers had met their ends in dealing with Jarod because they felt too bad for him to flee from him when they should have—because that will just make him angry.

Instead, he keeps the image of baby Rosa with her eyes full of tears while she thinks about the T-rex being bullied for its little arms. “If it makes baby you feel any better, dinosaurs were giant lizards, which means they didn’t have the vocal capacity for laughter. They couldn’t have really made fun of the T-rex, even if they wanted to. Plus, it was all big and carnivorous, so I’m sure the other dinosaurs thought twice before messing with it.” All those illustrations he has seen over the years of the Tyrannosaurus with strips of other dinosaur flesh hanging from its jagged teeth sure were something. While you can’t really project human behaviors and feelings onto animals, it’s true that they get scared sometimes, maybe not by all the same things that scare humans, but still— Jarod bets that when they saw the T-rex ripping the guts out of one of their own, the other dinosaurs felt afraid.

“You see some 40-foot abomination with teeth six to twelve inches long, and you’d be stupid not to get real shittin’ scared, even if it does have little, useless arms.” Jarod wants to see one in person in theory, but he knows things would be different in practice.

“Ah, mostly just to support the eye, nothin’ super interesting,” he answers, even though he does find it interesting. But he knows most people expect a more ‘exciting’ answer when asking about the freaky eye bones. “Support and protection, just like most bones. Their skulls are built differently from ours, so their sockets need a little extra help.” He taps the side of his face, right by his left eye—ironically, the eye of his that could use a little help—for emphasis.

“I’ve read that it also helps with pupil constriction, controlling the amount of light that gets in. It supports those muscles or tendons or whatever. ‘Course, without the bones intact, we can’t prove that dinosaurs did have them, but it’s very likely and a pretty widely accepted theory at this point, just based on what we know about modern lizards.” He raises his eyebrows and pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. “Things really started gettin’ crazy when we thought to X-ray those little shits.”

Rosa notices right away when Jarod’s smile falls, and she looks at him in concern. He’s clearly embarrassed, and she immediately feels bad. Hoping to cheer him up, she gives him an encouraging little grin and reaches out to lightly squeeze his shoulder.

“Aw, hey, that’s okay!” she says gently. “It’s still an interesting thought.” Another little laugh escapes her, her cheeks growing warm as she glances away for a moment. “You know, when I was a really little kid, I used to feel really bad for the T. Rex–I was worried about the other dinosaurs making fun of it for its little arms. I think baby me would be happy to know it wasn’t the only one.”

She pauses for a moment, her smile sheepish now as she looks back over at Jarod. “I know, it’s a bit silly, but I was probably, like, no older than five at the time.”

Rosa’s hand falls away from Jarod’s shoulder and she clasps her hands in front of her, looking up at him in interest as he explains. She really likes when he shares dinosaur facts like this–she knows the knowledge is important to him, and seeing him smile always makes Rosa smile in turn.

“That’s really interesting!” she says, beaming at him and nodding as he continues. “I didn’t know that, but that makes a lot of sense.” Her expression turns curious, head tilting ever so slightly like a puppy. “What does the ring do?”

#🚕 ☲☲☲ ✘ so‚ where are we headed today with happy taxi ? ��【 ic 】#gas stxtion

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ikeromantic · 2 years ago

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*shuffles in awkwardly* hiii hihi I’m shy this is my first ever ask but if you’re okay with it, may I request some ikevamp Faust x mc comfort? maybe the mc has a bad day and breaks down and fausts comforts her? only if you want to of course aksjkdjd❤️

I don't think Faust would be my go to for comfort, but he has his charms! Approx 1000 words of Faustian 'cuddles'. Hope you enjoy!

Faust was writing an analysis of his latest experiments when the girl came in. He didn’t need to ask if something was wrong. He could see her unhappiness in every line of her body, despite the false smile she plastered across her face. As if a twist of her lips could hide the rest.

He pretended not to notice her and continued writing. Despite the pretense, he was very aware of her. The light scuff of her feet across the floor. The sound of her sigh as she sat down in a church pew. He thought he could already smell the light, sweet fragrance she favored. Faust smiled.

Though he would never admit as much, he’d missed her the last few days. Faust closed his notebook and stood. “Did you decide to agree to become my test subject?”

Her head tilted as she looked up from her lap. “I . . . you know, maybe I should. At least then I’d be useful to someone.” She forced a smile. “Anyway, I just came in to - to say hi.”

Faust took her hand and helped her up from the bench. Her fingers were soft and warm against his skin. “Come.”

“Uhm, ok. Where are we going?” She didn’t resist the light pull as he led her forward, keeping her hand grasped in his.

He gave her a thin, sharp smile. “I’m going to make you useful, or is that not what you agreed to a moment ago?”

Her eyes widened. “I did?”

Of course that wasn’t exactly what she said, but Faust was familiar with the fine art of taking liberties. He didn’t reply, only led her up the staircase to the church belltower. He went slowly, letting her set the pace. And though he didn’t need to, his fingers twined with hers.

She was breathing hard as she reached the top.

Faust let her recover herself as he gazed out from the height. Here, all of Paris was spread below, her glory and her filth visible in equal measure. When the girl had caught her breath, he turned to face her. “Look.”

She moved to stand at his side, her whole face lighting up as she looked out at the sunset vista. “This is amazing. You can see the whole city from here!” The smile on her face was wide and sweet and for the first time that day, she looked happy.

“Result as expected.” Faust brushed the edge of her smile with a fingertip.

“What?” She looked to him, confused.

He gently took her chin in hand. “You’ve been on the verge of tears since you walked into my church. Now you are smiling. My hypothesis is confirmed.” He leaned close, studying her intently. “Now, you will tell me why you really came.”

She sighed and pulled out of his grasp. “I just feel useless. I can’t keep up with anyone at the mansion, not even Sebas!” Her shoulders drooped. “I can’t even follow. And . . . I’m supposed to be there, helping out but . . . I think I really just make more work for everyone. I don’t know how to do anything and even when they show me, I mess it up.”

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. She looked away to hide them, wiping at her face. “It’s stupid, I know. I mean, of course I can’t keep up. Of course I’m not good at stuff like they are. I’m just a stupid little girl 100 years out of her depth.” She took a shaky breath. “I didn’t want to unload this on you. It’s not your problem. Just -” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Seeing you cheers me up.”

Faust laughed to hide his surprise. He’d been many things to many people, but in his long life no one ever said he cheered them up. He turned her around to face him. “Look at me. Let me see your tears.”

“I’m, I’m not crying,” she protested, wiping at her eyes again.

He caught her hands in his and held them. “It is human to cry. Let them fall.”

The drops swelled and fell, rolling down her cheeks like rain. She closed her eyes, her breath trembling as her shoulders shook.

Faust pulled her close and to his surprise, she did not try to pull away. She held onto him, her face buried in his ministerial robes. He stroked her hair, an odd possessiveness stirring in his chest. “I am not good at offering comfort to people,” he told her. “I am not a kind man. Nor a good one. And I do not wish to be.”

His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging lightly until she looked up at him. “I don’t care if you are bad at cleaning. If you think you are stupid compared to some of the greatest minds in history, you’re right. Your intellect will never be legendary in comparison.”

“I-is this supposed to make me feel better?” She sniffled.

Faust wiped a tear with the pad of his thumb, letting the warm drop trickle into his palm. “No. The view was supposed to make you feel better. And it did, for a moment. This is my analysis.” He smiled. “Stop trying to be like someone else. The men of the mansion don’t keep you there because they need a maid or a secretary.”

She nodded after a moment. “So, what then? I’m tired of feeling like I am terrible at everything.”

“Good.” Faust liked the spark he saw in her eyes. A core of stubborn determination that belied her gentle exterior. “Do the things you want to do. The things you are interested in, even if you are bad at them.”

“Why?” She wrinkled her nose. “I just told you I’m tired of being useless and you’re telling me -”

He pressed a finger to her lips. “Listen.” Faust gestured to the view. “This world was not built by the hands of those with expertise. It was built by the honest, pathetic attempts of amateurs. Chaos resulting in unexpected beauty even as it falls to ruin.”

She turned to regard the vista. “So . . . I should contribute to the chaos. That maybe something I do, even if I don’t know, will be worthwhile.”

Faust let his lips brush her temple. “See? You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.”

“And you are nicer than you admit.” Her lips turned up in a soft smile, one so very different from what graced Faust’s own lips.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp faust #johann georg faust #otome guys #otome #fanfiction #fanfic #hurt comfort #fluff

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wellthebardsdead · 3 years ago

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*if Mccrees birth ‘dad’ were alive*

Officer: *opens the door ushering a disheveled, larger, rougher, near mirror image of Mccree into the interrogation room* Sit down Mccree.

John Mccree: *glares at them before looking at the table to see one commander reyes seated there, glaring back at him* Whats this about? Who the fuck are you?

Gabe: I’m. Jesses adopted father.

John: who the fuck is Jesse?!

Gabe: Joel.

John: … *quietly walks over and sits across from him, cruel eyes locked onto the commander, eyes too cruel to be jesses* …How’s he doing?…

Gabe: *clenching his jaw and fists trying to stay composed* Hes doing fine, now. *places a folder on the table* I’m here to re-evaluate your sentence for the murder of your wife, mr Mccree.

John: *stares at him and chuckles as a stupid grin crosses his face showing teeth ruined by the effects of hard drugs* I knew that boy would be good for somethin, I tried reaching out to him y’know, but he said he’d never forgive me. Can’t imagine why, all I wanted was to talk *opens the folder* I’m glad to see he cares enough to get me out of h-… *freezes staring at a number of x-rays and medical reports, all involving the severe abuse to jesses body from infancy to now* …

Gabe: If you have the ability to ‘talk to him’ now. Why didn’t you ‘talk to him’ then?

John: he was a mistake. And a useless one at that. I don’t see what the issue is, he needed to be taught a lesson-

Gabe: you abused and traumatised him. You murdered his mother. You killed her in cold blood right in front of that little boy, and you sit here wondering why he wants nothing to do with you anymore? *gets up* Your sentence has been extended with the petition of myself and commander morrison. You’ll never see the light of day, or jesses face, ever again.

John: *gets up ready to hit him* You piece of sh-

Gabe: *punches him square in the face breaking his nose and sending him to the ground as the officers quickly run in to restrain the inmate* Well, Jesse got one thing from you. Your hard fucking head. *turns and storms out*

*a few hours later*

Jack: *peering into jesses room while the teen sleeps safe and sound in his own bed, surrounded by all his new things, tucked under the serape Gabe has made for him* so that’s why he’s hesitant to be around me? Because my real names John?

Gabe: *peering in with him* it could be a factor in it. Could also be your rough start with him too, he doesn’t do well with authority after all.

Jack: *sighs and nods as he rubs the back of his neck* …I know it’s the weekend tomorrow but, maybe we can wake him up earlier and he can make pancakes with us?

Gabe: *smiles* I think he’d like that.

Jack: *smiles and nods before looking back at jesse* so… did, he look like him? Like Jesse said?

Gabe: *looks at the young boy the world turned its back on as he sleeps so peacefully, finally safe and loved* …Nah, he looked nothing like him.

#overwatch #overwatch shitposts #jesse mccree #mccree #gabriel reyes #jack morrison #reyes76 #Reyes 76 #reaper76 #angst #his name isn’t John or it could be #I always just associated the name with Mccrees dad and felt it could tie into his mistrust of jack #Jack is a good dad though he cares about his boi

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fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years ago

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Worth the World

Spike x Reader

Words: 2459

Summary: On a particularly bad day, the reader can barely bring herself to get out of bed. Spike does his best to comfort his girlfriend without being overbearing.

Notes: This is inspired by one of my favorite fics ever by @suckmysupernatural. I got this idea when having a depressive episode myself, so I hope you guys enjoy a little comfort fic with one of my favorite vamps. Plus, I’ve never written for Spike before and since I’m getting back into Buffy, I thought this would be the perfect time. (Also, this is entirely based on my own experience, so it might not be everyone’s experience with this kind of thing {but please be nice, I just used a few of the things I felt so it’s all based on my own emotions and insecurities!}) Enjoy!

Warnings: Depression, self-loathing, anxiety (This imagine was really just a way for me to put down my emotions and write something comforting, but I hope you all like it too)

You didn’t want to move. You weren’t really sure if you could. Your limbs just felt… heavy. Forcing your legs to move, you slowly swung them over the side of the bed, using all the strength you could muster to sit up straight.

It wasn’t that something terrible had happened. In fact, the day before had gone pretty well. You’d spent most of it watching movies with Willow and Buffy and, when the sunset, you went on a long evening walk with your boyfriend. There were no deadly forces plotting world domination, no vengeful vamps after you or your friends. Hell, your favorite restaurant was open and you brought home leftovers for breakfast.

Now, the idea of eating made your stomach turn. You managed to shuffle your way to the kitchen of your apartment, but just stood in front of the counter, leaning on the marble top for support. Just standing there felt like it took every ounce of energy you had. It was almost painful, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You did your best to keep them from falling. You had places to be today, meeting up with the gang and you didn’t want to worry them with your moping.

With slow steps, you made your way back to your room to get dressed. Of course, most of your clothes were dirty and you didn’t care enough to wash them. So you threw a sweatshirt over your pajama top and put on some shoes, hoping no one would ask about it. You caught your reflection and felt that dark, empty feeling in your chest grow. Pathetic. Your shoulders sagged forward and you blinked away more tears as you watched them well in your eyes. You didn’t have the right to feel like this. How much had Buffy been through and she still greeted every day with a smile. Everything was perfect and yet you were pathetic enough to still want to crawl back into bed. You just hoped that you would feel better by the time you saw everyone. Especially Spike.

You sat with your legs pulled up to your chest. Xander and Willow were debating whether or not using wooden bullets would be a good vamp killer. Buffy was listening in amusement and Giles just looked exasperated, distracting himself by putting books back in their proper place on the shelves. No one said anything about your pajamas. You actually felt kind of invisible, like no one even really knew you were there. It made the empty feeling that much worse.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“Xander, don’t you think that’s a little insensitive?”

“What? It’s not like we’re planning on dusting her boyfriend. Even if he is annoying and evil and-”

“Xander.” Willow said sternly. When you looked up, everyone’s eyes were on you.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t really paying attention.” Your voice held little to no emotion. You were almost too exhausted to feel anything. You just felt hollow.

“If I shot Spike with a wooden bullet do you think he would, you know,” Xander made a motion with his hands that was meant to simulate a vampire dying. “Just theoretically, of course.”

Everyone was expecting a witty remark. You and Xander were close and teased each other often, especially about your relationship with Spike. Instead, you just shrugged, your eyes fixating on a spot on the table.

“Maybe.”

The group collectively exchanged a look of concern, but didn’t press anything. After all, what reason could there be for you to be upset? They knew that if something had happened with Spike, you would tell them and there weren’t any recent deaths to worry about, so they continued on with their playful conversations about breaking curses and some movie that they had watched recently. It felt like you were intruding- like an unwanted bystander that everyone wished would just disappear. While no one had said anything like that, the thoughts filled your head nonetheless.

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but you’d never told them. An episode like this hadn’t happened in months so you had hoped they had stopped. Some days you were as happy as you ever had been, but others you felt like a burden. Worthless and pathetic- pitying yourself for no reason at all.

Spike didn’t even know, even after almost a year of dating. You never dreamed of telling him. Spike was always saying that you were the strong one. You were the one that helped him through every day of his endless living. He got his soul for you. What would he say if he saw you like this? If he knew the doubts and loathing going through your head. He would know that you’re weak and vulnerable and you didn’t want that to happen.

So you didn’t tell them. You kept all of your thoughts inside of you as they ate away at your mind. On the outside, you just looked tired. Everyone knew that you stayed awake into the late hours because of Spike, so you hoped that’s what they would think. You were tired, but it wasn’t from lack of sleep. It was like your body just wanted to give up. Maybe if you could just wake yourself up, everything would go back to normal.

Buffy and Willow went out for coffee, so you went with them, hoping the caffeine would be enough to shake you out of this. Instead, it just made you more jumpy and anxious. The cup shook in your hand, but you kept drinking, still hoping that it would give you enough energy to fake it. This, like your out-of-it demeanor, did not go unnoticed.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Buffy asked, suddenly stopping her conversation with Willow about shoes. At first, you didn’t realize she was talking to you. You were so focused on the thoughts swarming around in your head, you hadn’t noticed they were both looking at you with concern.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’ve been spacing out all morning. What’s going on?”

“I guess I’m just tired.” You shrugged, grimacing from the effort the small movement took.

“Are you sure? Did Spike do something stupid, because you know I’ll-”

“Really, Buffy, I’m okay. I think I just need to go home and rest for a while.” You finished the rest of the coffee, feeling your heart beat faster as the anxiety built up in your chest. “I’ll see you guys later, okay?”

“Okay.” Buffy gave you a skeptical glance and Willow smiled sincerely.

“Feel better, Y/N.”

“I’ll see you guys later.” You faked the best smile you could before turning away from them.

“Is she going to be okay?” Willow wondered, watching the way you nervously messed with the hem of your shirt as you walked. Buffy narrowed her eyes and grabbed her bag.

“I don’t know, but if she won’t talk to us about it, there’s one person she will.”

“Oh do we have to go there? You know that place gives me the creeps.” Willow whined. Buffy just gave her a look and the two trekked off in search of your sun-hating boyfriend.

You stood in the middle of your living room as the tears slowly started to pour down your cheeks. The coffee must have given you enough energy to cry and now you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move, you just stood, frozen by the overwhelming emptiness inside you. Pathetic. Useless. Worthless. Everything was swirling around your head, breaking you down further until you had to lean against the window sill to stay standing.

You could faintly hear something outside your door, but you made no motion to open it. It sounded far away, or maybe you were just blocking it out. All you could hear was your heart pounding, along with the hundreds of doubts rattling in your head. It was until the door burst open that you flinched.

“First, the slayer comes banging on my crypt, telling me that something’s wrong and then you leave me to break down your door- if I could die, you would have scared me to death. Why didn’t you open the door?” Spike huffed in frustration. You didn’t turn around. Frankly, you hardly noticed he was there. His irritation quickly faded, replaced by worry. “Y/N, love, what is it?”

You still didn’t respond, keeping your back turned with your hands clinging to the window sill to keep from falling. Spike approached you slowly and you thought you heard his footsteps, but part of you thought you were just imagining him. Why would he come for you? It was the middle of the day and the sun was high in the sky. A rush of guilt washed over you. He came here despite the danger of being burned and you didn’t even have a reason. You’d put him at risk for your own pitiful problems.

“Darling, why won’t you look at me?” He took another step towards you, but stopped. The sun’s rays created a shield around you, preventing him from pulling you into his arms. “If you could just lower the blinds, that would make this far less awkward.”

“You d-didn’t need to come here. T-the sun.” You stammered. You wanted to reach for the curtains, but you still couldn’t move your arms without your legs giving out.

“A little sunlight isn’t going to stop from me from getting to you,” he said sincerely. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him rush to the window, the sound of his skin sizzling in the light made you let go of the ledge. Your legs buckled just as he got the curtains closed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You had hurt him. All you had to do was reach up and shut out the sunlight and you couldn’t even do that. He burned himself just to reach you.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you. It’s alright.” He held you up for a moment before sinking to the floor to hold you in his lap. “I’ve got you love, I’ve got you.”

“Y-you shouldn’t be here, Spike. I’m not-” You hid your face from his view so he would see the tears. “I’m not worth all of this. There’s something wrong with me. One minute I’m fine and the next I’m like this and I don’t even know why. I don’t have a reason to feel like this. It’s like I’m… broken or something.”

“You aren’t broken.” Spike said softly, tucking your head under his chin and gently rocking you back and forth. “You’re human.”

He held you like that for a long while, not saying anything or even moving off of the floor. He didn’t make you look at him until he was sure you had relaxed enough. Putting a finger under your chin, he gently lifted your face to meet his.

“I’m sorry about all this.” You sniffed, using your sleeve to wipe some of the dampness off your cheeks.

“I don’t want to hear those worse from you for the rest of the day.” Spike gave you a small smile and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I would trek across deserts wrapped in a blanket if it meant being here with you. Every second is worth it.” Now, he lowered his lips down to yours for a slow, sweet kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining with the soul of a man in love. “To me, love, you’re worth the world.”

You stared into his eyes and knew that he meant every single word. While it didn’t chase away your doubts or the empty feeling in your chest, it helped you see that this feeling would end. And for now, that was enough.

“I love you.” You whispered, pulling him closer. He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too, darling.” He hooked his arm under your knees and stood, holding you against his chest. “Now, why don’t I get you something to eat and we can spend the day in bed?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“Spike.” You laughed lightly.

“There,” He beamed, “I knew I could get a smile.”

He carried you into your room and placed you on your usual side of the bed, laying your fluffiest blanket over top of you. Then he vanished into your kitchen, the sound of your cupboards opening and shutting reminding you that he had no idea where anything was. It almost made you smile. He came back in with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a class of milk, and a thin leather bound journal.

“What’s that?” You wondered as he climbed into the bed beside you. He handed you the cereal and milk and put his arm around you, pulling you close.

“Eat your cereal.” He ordered teasingly, opening up to the first page. You tried to look over his shoulder, but he pulled the book away, laughing. “Do you want me to read or not?”

“What is it?” Your curiosity made your tone amused and playful. You were starting to sound like you again.

“Well, ever since I got this pesky soul back, I’ve had an unbearable amount of feelings running about in my head, so I figured I could at least put them to good use.”

“Spike, are they…?” You perked up with excitement. He smiled sheepishly.

“Poems.” He looked down at seemingly endless pages of his writings and back at you. “They’re mostly about you, of course. I thought, maybe, you’d like to hear them. See if they’d make you feel a little better.” You were almost too awestruck to nod.

“I’d really like that.”

With your cereal in hand, you curled up beside him, laying your head back against his shoulder. He read softly and slowly, his gentleness with his words almost lulling you to sleep. The poems were beautiful, forcing you to stay awake if only to hear one more word. Spike felt you relaxed against him as he read and paused his reading to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, and lastly your lips.

You felt the emptiness for a few more days, but each day, he was by your side, making sure you ate and gave yourself time to breathe. By the time you started to feel normal again, he’d read most of his poems and continued to write more and you were able to go for your evening walks without feeling exhausted. Your friends were more than supportive and helped you through it all while still giving you the space you needed.

It wasn’t the last time an episode like this happened, but now you always knew that, no matter what, you’d never be alone.

General Tag: @rae-gar-targaryen; @takemepedropascal; @childhood-imagination; @mylovegoesto; @yellowbadgergirl; @itmejado; @suckmyapplejacks; @kendahl0216

#spike x reader #james marsters #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #btvs #spike #spike buffy #xander harris #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #buffyverse #comfort fic #depressive episode #comfort boyfriend fic #cute

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cazimagines · 4 years ago

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would you do hcs for sub laszlo with a dom female lover??

FOR MATURE AUDIENCES

Warnings: mentions of bondage, overstimulation, slight whipping,

- Laszlo always became so flustered around you, your presence alone was intoxicating and powerful to him. You had a sort of aura around yourself that excluded the strength of your character. Usually this frightened men away from you, they were supposed to be the ones in charge and you damaged their masculinity but Laszlo was different.

- He was amazed by you, even if he became awfully bashful in your presence. John had been the one to introduce you two, you were seeking an Alienist to talk about problems you had. At first, you weren't sure about Laszlo because of his reputation of only dealing with children but there must have been something about you because after meeting you he agreed to talk you through your problems

- The meetings started off simply with you talking about said problems and Laszlo discussing as to why you might be having them, though you noticed he always seemed to be agitated like something was bothering him. Slowly your talks switched to your romantic life, how you felt that you would never find someone you could be with because you just weren't compatible with most people. But Laszlo argued against it, that you would find someone who would like the way you were.

- 'I'll eat my own hat if you found me someone like that Laszlo' you told him, making him blush and look away from you. 'Well I-I, well, uh, never mind' he'd mutter then quickly switch the conversation to something else about you as if he was trying to get under your skin to figure out why you were the way that you were. His running theory was that something happened in your childhood even though the countless times you told him nothing happened

- You weren't stupid though, you saw the signs, how often he would blush and stumble on his words around you, the looks he would give you when you weren't looking. Those lustful eyes. You could admit to yourself you certainly found yourself attracted to the doctor. You liked his intelligence, it made you want to tie him up and tease him till all rational thought of his left his mind

- You started inviting him out to places, taking him to some of your favourite pubs. He seemed so out of place in them it amused you, seeing how anxious he could be, especially around you. It was you who ended up making the most moves on him, flirting with him, asking him to court you. If anyone else knew that they would have spat at you two in disgust but that's just the way it worked for you two

- It took a long time for Laszlo to open up. When you first meet him he was helping you through your problems and now it had been switched to you helping him through his problems. He was very insecure about himself and emotionally repressed, but slowly over time, he opened up more.

- Especially in the bedroom

- Most nights it would be you dragging him into the room by his jacket, pushing him up against the wall as you kissed him passionately. When you were done with that you would pull him over to the bed and push him onto it. You'd climb on top of him and delicately strip him of his clothes.

- What you actually did varied from day to day depending on how you were feeling. Sometimes you would tie him up, he hated how useless his arm was but by taking away the use of his other arm it was as if he forgot all about it, it wasn't just the fact that his arm couldn't work but it was tied up so he couldn't move it even if he tried, and you did so enjoy seeing those pretty ropes delicately wrap around his skin, leaving light marks on his skin. You loved to watch him strain against the restraints, whimpers coming from his throat

- Sometimes you would like to tease him, to hear him beg you to let him have his release, beg that he could feel himself inside you. You loved how desperate you made him, seeing just how much he craved you. It made you feel so wanted and loved. Sometimes you would like to overstimulate him, letting him orgasm multiple times till his throat was raw from moaning, slight tears falling down cheeks. You always were worried you would push him too far but he insisted you never did

- It thrilled you hearing him chant your name as you rode him, your hands would grasp all over him as you watched his head tilt back, his cheeks flushing bright red as his mouth kept opening and closing like a goldfish as he chased his climax. His little gasps and moans were music to your ears, you could feel yourself getting wetter just hearing them

- Sometimes you would bring things into the bedroom as well, like a crop. it excited you trailing it along his body, whipping it slightly to see how he would react. You would trace the outline of his face with it, watching how the skin dipped as you dragged it along his cheek, seeing the shivers shoot through his spine as you drag it down his neck.

- At the end of the day though what you enjoyed the most is being so connected with Laszlo, finally finding someone who liked you for who you were and what you liked and wasn't frightened by you. He was your perfect guy and every night you made sure he knew just how much you loved him

A/N: I hope this was okay, I was lacking slight inspiration for this one maybe because it's getting a bit late

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years ago

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nom de plume — bokuto koutarou

1.6k words | genre/s: barista!au, fluff | warning/s: — | pairing: bokuto x gn!reader

↪︎ in which bokuto gives you a fake name every time he comes to the cafe you work at. you’ve been dying to know the handsome stranger’s real name, but here you are scribbling “captain america” onto his stupid caramel macchiato

a/n: here’s something short and sweet to quench my need to write a fic after writing boring essays all week for school. not the most original content either but i needed something simple :p

there were four types of regulars you would see walk through those doors of the cafe you worked at. either to spend as little as five minutes to the entire day inside the shop just to breathe in the serenity of light jazz music humming in the background. you’ve been working at this establishment long enough to relish how different every single person’s life was as they stood in front of you and ordered their special pick-me-up for the day.

you could easily tell what a person was like based on what they order—like that middle-aged office worker with a receding hairline that always entered the cafe in the midst of an angry phone call with a client, disrupting in the calm mornings with bickering. he usually orders an iced americano, bitter and dark enough to match the dark circles under his eyes and wrinkles adorning his forehead. not entirely your favorite, but he tipped well.

then there was the occasional university student, overworked trying to finish three different essays while cramming for an exam. they usually come in small study groups that end up messing around half of the time or they trickle in as individuals, eyes all red and glued to their laptop screens as they try to chug the remaining contents of their cappuccinos with three shots of espresso.

then there were the soccer moms with their obnoxiously specific drinks, ranging from the different flavors of frappuccinos with extra, extra caramel drizzle.

and then there were guys like him—the one with alabaster hair and darkened roots who just walked inside the cafe—your favorite. the door swinging opening and causing the bell right above the threshold to ding. the tall, hot, and beefy regular with a smile so intoxicating that he catches you off guard each time he walks in exactly at two-thirty in the afternoon.

you didn’t know his name, but you recognized his face, all chiseled and annoyingly handsome. this time he was accompanied by his friend again, akaashi with dark frames resting on the bridge of his nose.

unlike his companion, you actually knew his name as he would actually give it to you, unlike the latter who preferred giving out a new nickname each time he comes around to visit. hell, you knew a lot more about akaashi despite seeing him far less often.

to say you were a bit peeved of this fact was beyond question.

the only thing you truly knew about the man you were inexplicably interested in was that he always ordered an iced caramel macchiato with almond milk. he was very particular about the non-dairy part of that order.

“what can i get you two?” you ask the two towering figures before you. though, it wasn’t much of a question when you already knew what they would order.

“a flat white for me,” says akaashi.

the usual, you think. he says he likes the foam art designs you make.

“and an iced caramel macchiato for me,” says the other, giving you that infamous toothy grin.

god, he was so cute. if only i knew your name, stranger.

you input their orders into your screen quickly, the total popping up on the smaller screen in front of akaashi and his friend as he takes out his card. he inserts the chip in for a few seconds, waiting for the beep to emit from the machine before taking it out in a swift flick.

once the payment goes through, your fingers pull the black sharpie clipped onto your apron off as you grab a cup.

akaashi didn’t bother mentioning his name as you were already scribbling it down in cursive—swift, yet satisfyingly neat. on the other hand, you waited for the white-haired boy to mention what new moniker that piqued his interest today. your eyes met his with patient intent.

“captain america,” he mutters with the corners of his lips tugging up into an amused smile. as if he was proud of himself for saying such, you couldn’t help melt into his contagious grin. like a ray of sunshine that would immediately melt away your troubles, you swore your heart skipped a beat.

the brunet flicks his eyes back and forth from you and his friend, temporary intrigue setting in as he holds back a smirk. “sorry about him,” akaashi pats his friend’s shoulder, “we’ve been rewatching the entirety of the mcu and just finished captain america before coming here.”

“oh, no worries, i’m used to it.” you wave it off, “it isn’t the first time he used marvel superheroes as nicknames. just two days ago he used vision after i reminded him that he had already used thor twice in the past week.”

“i’m surprised you remembered them in the first place,” akaashi’s friend confesses.

“how could i forget? i always look forward to whatever name you give me next.”

you thought you saw a hint of red blush dusting his cheeks when you flick a look over to him, but you weren’t too sure.

perhaps it was just your imagination.

noticing that you were only holding them up by making useless conversation, you clear your throat, muttering almost incoherently, “i’ll have your drinks ready in a few minutes.”

you dipped back towards the coffee machine before they could even thank you. their cups were gripped tightly in your hands as you placed them down next to the machine. the ground up coffee beans cascaded down the dispenser and into the portafilter. carefully, you compressed it tightly into the container before brewing the espresso into a small shot glass.

“is that the guy you were talking about?” your coworker, mitsuko, pops up from behind you and asks. you jolt a bit, almost spilling the piping hot, steamed milk in your hands when you give her a look, “you weren’t wrong when you said he was a complete hunk!”

playfully rolling your eyes, you continue making their coffees, careful not to spill anything that could possibly garner more attention towards you as you could see his towering figure over the barrier.

mitsuko’s eyes cast down towards one of the cups, grabbing at one of them to read the name. “captain america, huh?” she reads before glancing at him, “he fits the name well, at least. you think he’s an athlete?”

you shrug, “not sure, but i heard he’s a big marvel fan. he used quicksilver, vision, and thor in the past week.”

“aren’t you ever curious about his real name?” mitsuko asks as you smile contently at the foam art before snapping the cover atop akaashi’s flat white.

“of course i am,” you say, setting the ready-made drink to the side to start the other. “i suppose the guy likes his privacy. who knows, maybe he’s famous or something.”

you say that partly as a joke, but something inside of you thinks that perhaps that this was that one in a million chance. how would something of such a high caliber as him not be inherently well-known, even if it was just a little bit?

mitsuko snorts at your vehemence, slapping the meat of her thigh as if that was the funniest thing she has heard all day. “as if any famous person would ever come into a random cafe in a small city, (y/n).”

you didn’t answer for a few beats as you completed the white-haired boy’s drink, capping it properly. you weren’t ignoring your coworker’s statement, yet rather simmering in the thought of how ridiculous it actually sounded.

maybe this guy just wanted to have some cheap amusement. nothing more nothing less. it was just a name after all.

you let out a sigh, “as much as i would love to know his real name, it’s none of my business. speaking of which, has he ever given anyone else random nicknames when he comes by?”

mitsuko shrugs, “he only ever comes by when you work.”

“seriously?” you’re quite surprised.

“yup, this is the first time i’ve ever seen the infamous regular who only gives out fake names.” she mused, “maybe he does it to get your attention.”

you roll your eyes, scoffing at the thought. how ridiculous. you never wanted to wipe that smirk off of your coworker’s face as you wave her off, approaching the open end of the counter as you readied yourself to hand them their drinks.

they had been patiently waiting at the other end of the counter for a few minutes now, grateful they didn’t complain at your discrete chatter with mitsuko as some patrons would. instead, they smiled at your approaching figure with their coffees in your hands.

“here’s your flat white,” you hand the cup over to akaashi.

he flicks you a charming look of appreciation before making his way towards the cafe’s entrance. you couldn’t exactly pinpoint if he was in a hurry or not as he left you and his friend alone.

you didn’t entirely mind, though, as you shook it off.

you handed the man his drink, “and to the dude whose name that i shall never know.”

he mutters a brief thank you as he takes it from your hand, fingers brushing against each other and causing your heart to rush.

“aren’t you curious?” he asks suddenly.

your brows furrow, “about what?” you replied as you feign innocence.

“my name,” he clarifies.

“well, unless your name is actually captain america, why wouldn't i be curious?” a smirk was slowly appearing on your lips, “besides, with the dozens of people i see almost everyday, i have to say that you’ve caught my attention, stranger.”

he grins, hand fishing through his pocket, “well, since you’re dying to know,” he hands you a tiny slip of paper, making sure the tips of his fingers linger feather-like touches on the palm of your hand. “come and find out for yourself.”

he sends you a wink before walking out of the cafe, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded. your shaky fingers unfold the creases of the paper, eyes scanning the contents of his messy handwriting.

000-000-0000

the name’s bokuto — call me! :)

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amysteriousmessenger · 4 years ago

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‘Oh, to serve a Princess’ - Ray x Reader NSFW fanfiction

Pairing: Ray x implied female reader CW: Face-riding, fingering, slightly obsessive and a little more confident Ray who just wants to be used Word Count: 4.8k Rating: Explicit

You hadn’t seen Ray in a couple of days, almost a week actually. He said he’d been so busy doing another job for the Saviour that he hadn’t even had time to sleep and had been eating at his desk. He cried on the phone that every time he’d tried to sneak out to come and visit you, a Believer had been waiting outside for him to ask where was going. You missed him, that much was obvious from the ache in your heart, but the punch in your stomach was the worry you had for him. You’d been at Mint Eye for several months, but you had yet to see what tied him so subserviently to the Saviour, besides fear. You’d hoped that he’d at least been eating decently while at his desk, but the various candy bar wrapper sounds you had heard over the phone told you otherwise. You couldn’t help but sigh as you stared out of the window into the night sky. The garden was so beautiful, and you knew how much Ray cherished the flowers growing within it. And yet, it brought you little joy to be enjoying it without him.

Averting your gaze towards the small decorative birdcage that resided in the corner of your room, you couldn’t help but see Ray flash before your eyes again as you touched one of the thin metal bars. Even in the dark lighting of your room, the cage glinted a brilliant gold. You supposed that the cage was just like Magenta. It was so pretty and ornate that, surely, a bird would want to fly willingly towards the gilded embrace it to be loved safely from within its bars. A small bird that longed for protection, to live peacefully. However, it was only when that bird flew into the cage that they would realise it was exactly that: a cage. You felt sick, wiping your fingers against the fabric of your black dress. You’d previously been wearing the dresses that Ray had brought you but they were being cleaned and he’d told you he’d gotten you a new dress, but you hadn’t seen him since he mentioned it. So, you remained in the Mint Eye standard black dress, it was pretty, so you didn’t mind. You looked back between the cage and the garden and figured that the garden would be the lesser of two evils since you’d at least be able to get some fresh air. You grabbed your phone, ID card, and a light shawl just in case it was cold. You didn’t have many shoes with you, but the ground looked dry enough to just wear some light slip-on shoes.

You looked back at the cage once again before swiftly making your way to the door, pulling it open, and having your heart jump out of your chest immediately. Someone was on the other side. It took a second or two for your eyes to adjust and to realise that it was Ray. He hardly looked like Ray. His under-eyes looked practically bruised, he’d lost more weight and he was swaying slightly. He utterly looked exhausted.

‘Ray, are you okay?’ You asked, taking in his appearance. He had brought you a bouquet of gorgeous red roses, but you were more concerned about having him get a little bit of colour in his cheek than the deep rouge of the petals.

‘Yes! I am fine, please do not worry about me, my sweet flower. Might I come in? I know it’s late… I’ve only just finished my work.’

‘Of course, you can but… Ray, you should get some rest first.’ You replied, very much wanting him to get the sleep that he had been so deprived of.

‘A-ah, yes, of course… I did not mean to be a burden, I just hoped I could see you. I went to pick these flowers before I came here, to make up for not visiting’ His half-gloved hands moved the flowers towards you, a pleading look sneaking onto his face. He knew exactly how to have you putty in his hands.

‘Oh, Ray. You’re not a burden. Come in, please, sit down and eat something. They’re so pretty, you know that red roses are my favo- A-ah! Ow!’ you flinched, pulling your hand back from the roses. You’d pricked your finger on a rose thorn. It was only a small drop of blood and didn’t particularly hurt after the initial sting. It was just a tiny dot of blood but, to Ray, it was as though his love had directly hurt you. You didn’t think it was possible, but the colour seemed to drain from his face even more as you watched the panic strike across his features.

‘My princess, I’m so sorry! This is all my fault, I should have de-thorned the roses! I’m so stupid! Useless! I didn’t think and now you’re h-hurt!’ Tears began to well in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but think he looked beautiful, even then.

‘It’s okay, Ray! It’s just a little bit of blood, I just need to take the thorn out.’ You tried to console him as he blamed himself.

‘Please, allow me.’ Ray followed you into the room hurriedly, locking the door behind him. He took the roses from you and placed them on your vanity table. He knew his way around your room very well, since he had personally designed it, and retrieved a small first-aid box from your bathroom. You didn’t think he needed to go to such an effort for such a small, insignificant injury, but figured it would probably bring him a little bit of joy to let him care for you after not being able to see you for so long. He guided you towards your bed, as though you were mortally wounded, and sat down next to you as he fumbled through the small box. He set aside a small band-aid, disinfectant spray, tweezers, and cleaning wipe. You felt bad for worrying ray, especially since he’d had such a rough few days, so you wanted to try and lessen his emotional burden by taking the blame.

‘I’m so clumsy, I usually burn my hands a lot.’ You started before laughing and adding ‘Maybe I should get a pair of gloves like yours, so I stop hurting my fingers so much.’

‘My gloves stop me from biting my nails so much. I often don’t realise I’m doing it but sometimes I just get so anxious. My Saviour told me to wear them to stop biting at my nails and to hide them from her sight, she says my hands aren’t pretty to look at. That they’re a sign of my weakness… Maybe, when I get stronger, I’ll be okay without them. I’m sorry, I need to take the thorn out…’ He whispered as he used the tweezers to remove the thin spike from your skin, making the blood form in a little bubble on the surface of your skin. You could feel your heart clenching as you heard Ray speak about his gloves, and part of you wished you hadn’t mentioned it.

‘It’s okay. I like your gloves Ray, they make you look princely.’ You smiled, using your other hand to gently place your hand on his knee. You felt him tense up for a moment before ever-so-slightly moving closer into your touch.

‘Princely? I-I don’t think I’m good enough for that… but, I’d like to be your prince, if you’d let me, princess.’ Ray replied, averting his gaze back to your finger as he delicately wiped at your finger. Clearly, he was no stranger to disinfecting wounds.

‘You look just like a Prince. I was reading earlier, ‘The Happy Prince’ by Oscar Wilde specifically, and when I read about the Prince having sapphires for eyes, I pictured yours.’ You reached your hand up to stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers. You didn’t have the heart to tell him how sad the story of ‘The Happy Prince’ was.

‘Ah… I don’t really know what to say.’ Ray focused on cleaning your finger, his face growing warm under your affection. He couldn’t have hidden the light dusting of a blush even if he had tried.

‘Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you… Your eyes are just pretty.’ You added, worried that you had somehow made him uncomfortable. It was unlike you to be so upfront with Ray, but you just had a pull, a need, to make sure he knew how precious he truly was. He’d never think it for himself, so you wanted to make sure someone told him, at the very least, that he was cherished.

‘P-pretty? I’ve never considered myself pretty, but I like pretty things, like you, and flowers, and the sky… Will you allow me to do something a little bolder than usual?’ He asked, pulling his icy eyes up to meet your gaze for a moment.

‘Of course.’ You knew he’d never do anything without your consent, and you trusted Ray to always treat you with tenderness, so even his ‘boldness’ was sweet. He took a quick intake of breath before bringing your fingertip up to his lips and placing the softest kiss upon where the small prick of blood had begun to reappear, leaving a tiny dot of red on his lips when they left your flesh.

‘I want to… be a Prince for you. They kiss their beloved’s hands, right? And uhm, they- they kiss their love to break the spell.’ He spoke, looking back at your hand as he cupped it with both of his own.

‘True Love’s first kiss? But we’ve kissed before.’ You added, a little confused. You’d done more than kiss before, you’d been with Ray for a few months and the intimacy had been forthcoming. Ray’s adoration was obsessive and, whilst he struggled to accept it, no amount of physical affection was ever enough. He always craved more from the second it was over. But he was uncertain and shy, so sometimes he didn’t know how to ask for more and would, in turn, suffer until you next bestowed it upon him.

‘I wasn’t a Prince then… I want to look after you and treat you like a Princess.’ He said, wrapping the band-aid around your finger and only released your hand to tidy the first-aid box away. You noticed that he hadn’t wiped the blood from his lips despite there being no way that he wasn’t aware of its presence. It was probably the most colour he had on his face at that moment, even in the dim lighting of your bedroom. Ray was almost ghostly in appearance, and yet, so beautiful. It pained you that he couldn’t see that in himself.

‘Okay, you can be my Prince, Ray.’ You whispered. It took a moment for him to hesitate before he tentatively pressed his lips against yours. You hadn’t seen Ray for so long, you had almost forgotten how much you craved his touch. His lips were cold and chapped, more so than usual because of having not looked after himself properly. There was a small tinge from the metallic taste of blood before it quickly vanished, and you could taste the hint of all the sugary snacks that Ray had been subsisting on in his IT room. He was quicker to deepen the kiss than usual, not that you were complaining, but at some point or another: you needed to stop to breathe. It was painfully obvious by the darkening look in Ray’s eyes that he’d have much rather given you his last breath than to pull apart for just a moment longer because as soon as he could, he was back to steal intoxicating kisses from you. You supposed it was due to the lengthy separation that had made Ray be this needy, almost to the point of obsessive , but his kisses were like a drunken summer’s evening: warm and yearning. Yearning for the heat he was so constantly deprived of.

This wasn’t your first time together, so Ray knew what you liked. He knew you liked when he kissed down your neck, when his fingertips danced along your bare shoulders, or when you could feel him whispering into your ear. He was always so meticulously focused on pleasing you that always knew what to do even if he didn’t always have the confidence to execute it without coaxing. This was not one of those times. Ray felt this hunger for you each time, but this time, he didn’t feel the same level of uncertainty that he usually did. Perhaps it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was having not had his hands on you in almost a week, but at that moment: you were the drug that Ray was the most addicted to. As he kissed along your neck, your hands found their way into his soft, white hair. Without either of you mentioning it, you both fell back onto the bed together, with Ray leaning over you to continue kissing the sensitive skin on your throat. You couldn’t help but let out small gasps and whimpers under his touch, you really had missed him, after all.

‘Ray…’ You half said, half-moaned. You could feel yourself getting turned on, but the rational part of your brain was reminding you that Ray should get some sleep after having worked for such a long period of time. You wanted him to look after himself, even though that clearly wasn’t at the forefront of his own mind in that moment.

‘Yes, my Princess?’ He pulled away from your neck to ask, looking down into your face from above. He was panting slightly, and you didn’t think it was just from the kissing. Like you, he was flushed in the face and his eyes were half-lidded from sheer hunger.

‘Don’t you think… that you should get some sleep? You were working for so long.’ You said, reaching a hand down from his head to cup his face.

‘D-do you want me to stop?’ Ray asked quickly, a moment of panic flashing that perhaps he had gotten too ahead of himself, that you didn’t want his touch.

‘No, but you’re tired and-’

‘This…is nothing. What kind of Prince doesn’t give his Princess the attention that she deserves, especially after he’s neglected her all week? I-I’ll do anything you ask of me, since it’s you.’ Ray was relieved that it wasn’t him misreading the situation, and you were just concerned for his wellbeing. This wasn’t the lost endurance test he’d had; he could stay awake a little bit longer if it meant getting to be in your company. That much he could manage.

‘A-ah…’ You gasped as he turned to kiss along your bare shoulder. You had missed the sensation of being underneath him like this. His cravat was lightly tickling your chest and you laughed involuntarily. He didn’t take his mouth off of you, but you felt him reach up to his neck with one hand and tug the cravat loose, so it didn’t tickle you as much. He also undid his top button, probably to allow himself to breathe better.

‘H-how do you want me to please you?’ Ray asked, still looking for the confidence to be bolder with verbalising what he wanted to say.

‘Mhm, touch me… Ray.’ You moaned into his ear. You decided that if he really wanted to spend the night with his first moment of freedom, who were you to deny the both of you that enjoyment?

‘Like- like this?’ He asked as he tentatively laid on the bed, half next to you and half on top of you. His gloved hand slowly moved up towards your inner thigh as you parted them to grant him access. Ray’s hand disappeared underneath the hem of your black dress as his fingers found the fabric of your underwear. His confidence seemed to falter for a moment of uncertainty until your own hands found their way into his hair again and you pressed a few butterfly kisses against his sharp jawline.

Usually, Ray took his gloves off to touch you since you wouldn’t actually see his hands in the darkness, but this time he kept them on, primarily because you said that you liked them, and secondly because he wanted to live up to the princely imagery you had described to him. His fingers pressed against you gently, moving in small circular motions up and down the length of you. He’d occasionally vary the pressure depending on which spot he was touching, since he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you. He was teasing you and he didn’t even realise he was doing it. Ray quickly found the spot which made you moan the most. Since he was wearing his gloves, he couldn’t physically feel how turned on you were, so he relied on the mewls you emitted to know that he was doing a good job.

‘More… please.’ You sighed underneath his touch. Ray’s hand found its way into your underwear and you moaned into his mouth as you continued to kiss him, It was safe to say that the situation that definitely gotten heated, but you couldn’t tell from whose face the heat radiated the most, ‘Yeah, just like that…’ You affirmed as his fingers circled around your folds, occasionally teasing at your clit. You briefly wondered why he’d didn’t keep his gloves on for this more often, it felt so good. It carried a certain emotion, being touched with leather gloves, that was making you physically weak at the knees. As much as you enjoyed the feeling of his skin on you, you couldn’t deny that the gloves were definitely doing it for you too. He could feel the slickness of your arousal as his gloved fingers slid along your folds until you were melting against his chest. Ray liked that he was in a position to be able to continuously kiss you as he stroked you, he needed all of you at once. He wanted to be in every single one of your senses, the same way that you were all-encompassing to his. His fingers left you briefly, and you mourned for the sudden lost sensation.

‘My princess, would you mind, uhm, lifting your hips up for me?’ He asked in a husky manner that was almost unlike him. He sounded so needy, you immediately complied and helped him to remove your underwear. While you were there, you also kicked off the slipped that you had put on for your long-forgotten walk into the garden. Once you laid back down, Ray’s obsessive hands soon found their way back to your body.

After another minute or so of circling your clit, his fingers lowered themselves to your entrance. He waited, asking for permission, before slowly entering you with his hand. As always, he was patient with your body, especially after having not touched you for a while. He added one finger at first, moving it slowly to let you adjust, before quickly adding another. You had missed the feeling of having him inside you like this. Ray had to adjust his wrist slightly before he continued to let him curl his finger against you, rubbing along your wall in a ‘come hither’ motion. While you had some lube in your bedside table, you didn’t think there’d be a need for it, since you could feel how turned on you were from the cool air hitting the wetness on your thighs. You moaned out affection and affirmations to Ray as he increased his speed as he let you pull him into kisses at will or held his head against your chest. However you wanted to hold him, he’d happily go along with it.

‘It’s so good, Ray- ah, right there!’ You choked as he hit the spot that made you almost see stars. He tried to focus on hitting that spot, again and again, his hand becoming wetter and wetter which each passing tap on your g-spot. You were somewhat embarrassed that you could actually hear the motion of Ray’s fingers moving in and out of you but it just seemed to spur him on more. He really was talented with those fingers.

‘I want... more. I saw something that I want to try. I-I promise I’ll do my best to make it feel good… I don’t quite know how to phrase it. I want to taste you, from above-’ He explained, slightly haphazardly.

‘Are you sure? Won’t I be too heavy?’ You questioned; a little bit uncertain of his request.

‘Of course not. In the video I saw, they used a pillow to support their neck and-’ He started, but you couldn’t help interject with laughter.

‘Ray, were you watching porn?’ It just seemed so out of character for him.

‘No! I mean, technically, yes. It wasn’t mine… I was checking that none of the Believers were trying to look at stuff they shouldn’t be and I… found a video. I thought it looked like you might enjoy it. I found that I… wanted to please you like that.’ His face flushed with embarrassment, even after everything that had just happened, he was suddenly embarrassed that he stumbled across and watched a porn video.

‘We can try it, if you want.’ The embarrassment spread from Ray to you, realising that you were, in fact, going to be sitting on his face. You were a little bit self-conscious about your body, so you said you wanted to keep your dress on, and Ray replied that thought you were beautiful, but he understood body issues and wouldn’t push you since this was already out of your comfort zone. Ray removed his fingers from you again and, with his other hand, he laid a pillow flat on the bed and positioned it so his neck was supported at a slight angle. You were a little nervous about hurting him, but since he wanted to try it, you were willing to give it a try.

You sat up, unsure how to how exactly you were supposed to get on his face without crushing him, but still equally as desperate for stimulation. You lifted your dress up and bunched it at your hips, throwing one leg over Ray’s chest so you were almost straddling him at the next. You waited for him to give the okay to move closer and put yourself in his mouth. You felt his hands steady your thighs as he nudged you close to him, clearly equally as eager to use his mouth on you as you were to have him do it.

Ray started with a few small, sensitive kisses along your folds, earning small shudders from above. You felt a little scared to move, in case you fell and hurt him, so you intended to just let him take his time in what he was doing, he was going you so much attention after all. You felt him stick out his tongue and run it in a line up and down you, your breath hitching in your throat when he grazed it over your clit again and again. And then, almost all at once, Ray pushed your hips into your face, so you were completely on his mouth. It was as though something took over him, a hungry desire that he didn’t verbalise, but you could see burning in his eyes as he took mouthful after mouthful of you, You threw your head back in pleasure and choked out his name in broken moans. You hadn’t expected Ray to be so upfront with wanting to do something like this, and then actually taking control with it.

His gloved hands were on your hips, moving you over his mouth with speed. He was practically begging you to use him, to let him make you feel good. Ray wanted nothing more than to be useful to you, especially like this. He needed that useless body of his to be good for something, to be good for you. He’d never want for anything ever again if you were to, at the very least, allow him to stay by your side like this. This much he could do. Was it selfish of him to think such a thing? Perhaps. But he decided that, with everything he’d endured in his life, he was allowed to keep that one selfish thought close to his heart. It was a little difficult for him to manage while you were obstructing his view, but Ray undid his trousers and began lightly touching his own erection since it had become uncomfortable to ignore, using your own arousal on his gloves as a lubricant. He was already painfully hard from pleasuring you, but he didn’t need any of the attention to be on him tonight, he wanted to be there just to please you, to serve you.

He stroked himself with one hand and continued to guide you over his face with the other. He particularly liked it when you found the confidence to grip your hands in his hair and start moving yourself against his tongue, using him in the way he wanted you to. You had already been starting to get close to an orgasm when Ray had had his hands inside of you, so it didn’t take very long for the sensation to start building once again. Personally, Ray didn’t have too much stamina so he had to delay his own orgasm for as long as possible to be able to continue watching the show above him to his utmost benefit. He preferred watching you as you moved against him, and he felt drunk when you made eye contact with him whilst you did it. He was the only one who got to see you like this, the only one. He didn’t care what he had to do to keep it that way, he’d be possessive, obsessive, compulsive if needs be to ensure that that would remain the case.

Above, you felt the pressure of an orgasm building quickly under the merciless assault of Ray’s tongue. You could feel that Ray was picking up his own pace and moaning onto you, which felt fucking great. He was starting to get close too, which made sense because of how aroused he had been just from touching you. Besides, he definitely hadn’t had any time to release himself all week, he was probably just a bit pent up too. His lips were pursed over your clit, swapping between kissing it and sucking on it and then using his tongue when you picked up speed in order to let you fuck yourself on it, praises and prayers falling freely from your mouth.

‘Fuc- Ray! I think I’m gonna-’ You didn’t even have a chance to finish your statement before Ray picked up the speed he was moving your hips at, quickly sending you over the edge in his mouth. Did he stop moving you, just because you’d climaxed? Absolutely not. Through the blinding pleasure, Ray continued to use his mouth on you until your legs started to twitch from the overstimulation. It was watching you writhe above him, knowing that he’d done such a good job that allowed him to find his own orgasm too, quickly releasing over his hand. He touched himself through his peak, mentally visualising how both of your arousals must look mixed between his fingertips. He closed his eyes, feeling lost in the moment where all of his pent-up frustrations from the last week came crumbling down into a moment of practical peace.

When he was done, you removed yourself from his mouth and collapsed on the bed next to him. You were both panting heavily as you crawled to his side, placing exhausted kisses along his jaw and temple. His hair was a mess from where you’d run your hands through it, but you thought it just made him look cute. You weren’t surprised to see how quickly the exhaustion took over Ray after he caught his breath and you convinced him to take the risk and sleep in your room for the night, since you weren’t entirely certain he’d made it all of the way back to his own room without passing out. You took turns in the bathroom, cleaning yourselves up from the unfolded events of the night, and crawled into bed together.

‘I love you, Ray. I really do.’ You said, embraced in one another’s arms in the darkness.

‘I love you too, my sweet Princess.’ He replied, clearly trying to fight off the sleep to continue talking to you.

You pressed one more kiss into his pale cheek, ‘I wish you’d know how precious you were to me.’ You whispered, but he was already unconscious.

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jiminstonic · 4 years ago

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Apothic | pjm

pairing: yandere!zombie!jimin + g/n reader

word count: 6.1k+

genre: thriller, fluff(?), mild angst

warnings: GORE, violence, puking, obsessive thoughts, death, zombie cannibalism, is it necrophilia when it’s a zombie?? (sorry if i forgot anything)

— synopsis: Ever since the apocalypse hit, it’s been kill or be killed. So, what are you to do when a ghoul would kill for you instead of kill you?

Fuck, no more canned ravioli. Chef Boyardee will be dearly missed.

You crack a smile at your own thoughts while scanning the supermarket aisle, a flickering fluorescent overhead. Dirt and various food wrappers litter the tiled floor that you tiptoe on with sock-covered feet, shoes in hand in order to make as little sound as possible. You’ve yet to see a ghoul in this supermarket, but better to be safe than sorry.

With every item you stuff in your bag, a small sigh of relief passes through your lips. Going nomad helps a lot with your need to be alone, but also comes with many cons. Sitting at the very top of the list is being cautious. If ambushed by a group of ghouls, you must find a way out all on your own. It’s a risk you’re willing to take. But you’re not stupid enough to be noisy, whether you’re really alone or not.

Maybe you’ll get a box of cereal this time. You just hope it won’t make too much noise while in your bag.

You make the round of a few more aisles, grabbing a new toothbrush and a few pens. Some rash cream too maybe, just in case. You start to mindlessly grab items that you might need until you end up in the candy aisle.

Gummy bears. It’s the first thing to grab your attention, better with the nearly vacant shelves, and you refuse to leave without it.

Carefully, you pinch the corner of the bag, gently pulling it from the rack it hangs on. It’s a slow process, and you’re on the verge of regretting it as a scraping starts to sound when you continue to tug. Finally, the rack comes to an end and the bag slips off with no more than a split second of a crinkle. That’s when you decide that you have enough for today’s supply, not wanting to risk much more than that. With a swift spin, you turn to head out, one socked-up foot in front of the other when you’re stopped dead in your tracks.

Right at the other end of the aisle, stands a ghoul. It’s as still as a statue, save for the twitch in its fingers.

The sight makes your heart drop and the bag of gummy bears slip from your grasp. The sound that emits when it hits the floor makes the ghoul jump, oddly enough, but it still doesn’t make a single move. It just stands there, watching you.

That’s when you finally snap out of it, stumbling backward and running as fast as you can to the back exit. Even with the machete strapped to your side, you like to avoid having to kill them because, once again, noise. It’s always noise. The same thing that caused a headache for you once upon a time, but is now sometimes caused by the lack thereof.

You can’t care enough to try slipping on your shoes, too busy running for your life down the road. Rocks jab at the bottom of your feet, but you can only tighten your jaw and force yourself to bear it. A bite hurts a lot worse, you remind yourself.

The entire road is bare, same as when you came and is the reason why you even went into the supermarket. No ghouls around. ‘Clear skies’, as you like to call it. So, why was it just that one ghoul there? And how did you not notice it before?

Your pants come out in a near wheeze as you push yourself through the heavy door. Once it’s shut behind you, you fall back onto it and slide down to the floor. The thick air of the high school locker room suddenly doesn’t seem so bad when you’re gasping for breath.

With one last deep breath, you push yourself up with a huff. You sling the bag from off of your shoulder and let it drop to the ground, not very worried about its contents. With a tug on the strap around your torso, the velcro pulls apart and you place it on a metal table sticking from the brick wall, the machete only making a small thud.

Your mattress is in the deeper corner of the locker room with the rest of your stuff. The lockers in that spot hold more than you should probably keep, but you’re not very worried about anyone raiding the place. As far as you know, this town is abandoned.

Your feet drag across the tile as you make your way toward the showers, flicking on every one of the battery operated fans as you pass by. You don’t know how or why, but there’s still running water coming into the locker room. You’ve always tried not to question it, afraid of jinxing it just for the water not to work anymore. And you’re worried for when winter comes, since the water can only run cold. But you’re grateful for it. There’s no way you can’t be.

Usually, you’d pick a cd out of your stash to put into the battery operated player, but you don’t want to waste any time in washing off the sweat that sticks to your skin. With your clothes thrown to the floor at your feet, you turn the nozzle and immediately feel the cool water rush against your skin. You’re quick to grab the bar of soap, one of the many you’ve made sure to collect, and rub it against your skin.

You wake up randomly, not bothering to sit up and separate yourself from the warmth of the blanket, even if it is just a fireproof blanket. But the grumble of your stomach forces you to change your mind. Eating something before crashing on the mattress would’ve been a smart decision.

With a kick, you fling the blanket from your body, setting your feet onto the floor. As you stand, the faint breeze from the fans hit you, waking you further. You rummage through the lockers containing food, not being able to see much of anything—it’s still dark out. The moon is high in the inky sky, a tell-tale sign of the night’s peak. It casts its glowing rays through the high windows to beam down in sections on the tile.

Your hand finds a pack of crackers that you settle for; it’s only a late night snack anyways. Shutting the locker door, you practically jump out of your skin at seeing the dark figure that stands there. A shriek escapes you, feeling your heart drop far into your chest as you drop the crackers in favor of clumsily shuffling backward into the corner of the lockers. You can’t afford to take your eyes off of the figure if they’re here to hurt you, take everything you have left.

You can’t even see their face yet, the moonlight only illuminating their torso. Looking at what you’re able to actually see, you notice that they’re holding a bag, quickly recognizing the gummy bear logo. Your brow shoots up in question.

It isn’t until you shift your eyes back to their shadowed face that you realize they’re getting closer, the moonlight racing up their body. You push yourself further into the lockers pressed against your back, not thinking it was even possible to be any closer. Your breaths come out quicker, nostrils flaring as you begin to panic with every step the stranger makes toward you. Looking past them, you catch sight of your machete that sits on the table, useless on the other side of the room.

Maybe you can side step them, make a narrow escape and grab the weapon, impaling them with it before they can blink twice.

But that plan bursts into flames as you feel their presence just inches from you. They’re eerily quiet, not even the sound of breathing could be heard from them, only you. You slowly look at their face, the moonlight finally bringing it to light, and you panic further upon the sight.

They’re a ghoul. The ghoul. It’s the same one that you ran from earlier today in the store. It’s pale and delicate face, devoid of life and showcasing veins here and there, is surprisingly unscathed. It-...he must’ve been a gorgeous man when he was alive. His blue-ish violet lips stand out the most, especially with the dried blood that stains them. His eyes are the most unique you’ve seen for a ghoul. Usually, a ghoul’s irises were clouded over in a deathly white mist, but he only has one eye like that. The other is perfectly normal, it’s deep brown holding a single sparkle from the light. It’s captivating, to say the least.

Not once has his eyes drifted from you, and it’s starting to make you worry even more. You can already feel the sting of an impending bite everywhere he looked on your skin. It was torture, and he kept getting closer and closer, making you shut your eyes in fearful expectation. Yet, a bite never came. He didn’t fiercely tear away at your flesh with his teeth, making you his late night snack just as you were fearing. Quite the contrary, in fact.

Instead of a painful bite, you felt cold skin pressed against your chest. It has you feeling your own rapid heartbeat against your rib cage. Slowly, you open your eyes to look down, only to see him leaning his forehead against your chest. You’re beyond confused, but you don’t push him away in fear that it may trigger him to actually kill you. And so, you stay impossibly still as he has his...moment?

You watch as he slowly moves his head, the tip of his nose brushing against your skin until you feel his slightly parted lips do the same. He stays there with the tip of his nose and lips lightly touching you, right over your pounding heart. You have no idea what he might be thinking—if he can think. If there’s more to ghouls than what people know, then you are just as clueless.

Suddenly, you feel—as well as hear—him take a deep inhale. It makes you clench your fists that are pressed against the lockers since you’re still too afraid to squirm away from him. His exhale comes out as a small, soft whine, almost as if he were in pain, but still content. You’ve never heard anything so smooth and airy come from a ghoul before, most of them wasting what’s left of their voice boxes by incoherently yelling. He presses his free hand rather harshly against the locker next to your side, emitting a bang that has you flinching. With the same arm, he pushes himself upright to meet your eyes. Once again, he lets out a soft hum while you keep eye contact, and if he were still alive, you would’ve melted at the sweet sound.

It’s not until you feel a nudge at your hip that you look down, seeing him pushing the bag of gummy bears toward you. Hesitant, you glance back up at him, gauging his intentions only to be met with the same stare. He was waiting, wanting you to take it. So you did. With a shaking hand, you take the bag from him, and his arm immediately falls limp at his side as if he were carrying a large weight this entire time.

As he steps back, you take the only chance you have and run past him while dropping the bag, the machete being your only priority. You grab it, spinning around with it already raised high in the air and pointing at the ghoul, ready to bring it down into his chest. But you stop halfway, the sight in front of you completely catching you off guard. His eyes are wide, scared even, hands held in front of him to shield himself from your attack. They shake with the effort he puts into holding them up, and you slowly start to break at the dawning realization. Your grip on the weapon’s handle immediately disappears, the blade dropping to the floor with a resounding clang.

“What am I even doing?” You whisper, appalled by the aggression you didn’t think twice about. That’s not like you, it never was like you. Even if the one standing in front of you is a being that can rip your flesh and devour your organs in an instant, you were still disgusted with yourself.

Sure, his actions were confusing and you’ve never seen a ghoul act so...human. But that definitely doesn’t mean you should put a blade in his skull without a second thought, all because he confused you.

On the other hand, you’ve lived with the apocalypse for half of your lifetime, only ever knowing to kill or be killed. There weren’t many times you had to kill a ghoul, but when you did, there was never the satisfaction that others talked about after taking one down. You never felt victorious or powerful. Only guilty and despondent. Even if it was their fate, a fate that could’ve never been reversed.

So you stand there, tears blurring your vision as you’re unable to meet the eyes of the ghoul in front of you. All of your thoughts are like knives spearing your heart, and you’re unable to focus on anything else around you. Shutting your eyes, the tears flow freely as a sob erupts from you. Maybe this has been building up for weeks, months even. Leaving your makeshift family to go nomad, adjusting to being on your own, jumping from place to place, and never knowing where is truly safe. It was all piled up stress, and this was the peak of it, your breaking point.

Lost in those thoughts, the sudden feel of lips on your cheek make you still and blink until your vision was no longer blurred. He was kissing your tears. You can feel how the ghoul’s lips were pressed ever so gently on the salty trail, and it only made you feel worse to know that he was trying to comfort you only seconds after you tried to end his afterlife.

“I’m so sorry... I don’t deserve that...” Placing your hands against the ghoul’s cold chest, you softly push him away and make a beeline for the mattress. You were no longer worried about the possibility of him eating you alive—he would’ve done that already. He would’ve done it instead of giving you the gummy bears you had wanted today, instead of kissing your tears away. What a complex, lovely ghoul.

You curl yourself into a ball once wrapped up in the blanket and lay with your back towards him, not yet having the heart to face him any longer.

As for the ghoul, he never thought he could once again feel his motionless heart constrict so much. The sight of your tears made an indescribable feeling dwell within him.

He sits on the ground, leaning back against the lockers as he watches your balled up form. Oh, how he wants to hold you right now, feel you in his arms, even if they are still weak.

When he stumbled upon you today, he knew he had to have you. You were glowing under the flickering fluorescents and he swore he felt butterflies. But he was a coward, standing there as you sped off in fear, slipping through his fingers. For that split second, he had forgotten what he really is. How foolish.

He doesn’t remember what exactly happened to him; all he knows is that he slowly turned into what he is now. He can’t quite recall his own name, although he knows for a fact that it starts with a J. He also knows for a fact that he is /not/ like all of the other ghouls. Yet, they all limp alongside him as if they see nothing wrong, because they can’t. He’s positive that maggots have eaten half of their brains already with the way they have no communication whatsoever, or sense of direction and coordination. Unless they’re after food, then it’s a one-track mind.

And he can’t lie, he’s done his fair share of flesh chewing, but he’s only ever felt as if he was going through the motions. It wasn’t as important to him as it was to the rest of the walking dead. He’s never tried talking, so he must’ve lost his voice from never using it, which explains why he had such a hard time speaking to you. That, and his body that never really decomposed, leaving him on the fence of death. He had tried so hard to tell you something, anything, but it just didn’t work out in his favor.

You also smell amazing. Your lingering scent was what led him to you, after all. If it wasn’t for the way you caught his attention, he might’ve taken a few bites of you. No doubt the urge is still there, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. He could never.

He can still feel the vibrations of your heartbeat, it’s calming sound that put him at ease. His lips still tingle with the warmth of your skin. Sure, it was a bold move on his part, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. He’d do it over and over again. Even if you ended up nearly bashing his head in for a second time.

His mind was running wild with the visions of you, your warmth that is so close now, yet still so far away. But his serenity was interrupted as a bang resounded. His head snapped in the direction it came from, sadly taking his eyes off of your now sleeping form. You must’ve cried yourself to sleep, he muses, wishing you would’ve used his shoulder to let out your pain.

He’s met with the darkness of the rest of the locker room, silence returning, but he can’t take any chances. Shakily, he pushes himself up, trying to take on a protective stance and shielding you with his body, but ultimately failing when his spine slacks under his own weight. The damn zombie body, he internally curses.

With dragging feet, he makes his way around the corner, only to be met with the silhouette of a ghoul standing in the doorway that he broke off himself in order to get to you. He must’ve been so consumed with tracking you down that he missed any sign of other ghouls around. Oh, how distracting you are to him.

It was obvious that the other can smell you, trying to make its way toward where you sleep while foolishly ignoring him. Without hesitation, he snarls, lunging at the intruding ghoul. There’s no way he’s letting it get anywhere near you. Not without ripping it to unidentifiable pieces, anyways. The anger quickly boiling up within gives him the strength to knock down the ghoul, letting the thought of you push him further, far beyond self-control.

You woke up slower than usual, the weight of the night before still heavy on your chest. He was on your mind right when your eyes opened to the morning light beaming into the locker room. Your dreams were even plagued with him—dreams that are rather compromising to have with a ghoul. You aren’t even sure if you really want to remember it. And it’s sad to say, but you didn’t feel so lonely.

Looking over to the lockers, you find the spot empty of his presence, making you jump up from the mattress. He couldn’t have just up and left, not after last night.

You nearly laugh at your own thoughts. Who are you to act that way toward a ghoul? It isn’t as if you slept with him. Not in reality, anyways; his little moment last night must’ve really gotten to you. It all makes your brow furrow, not understanding your own mind and feelings.

You walk around the corner of the lockers, picking up a foul stench that makes you immediately cover your nose and mouth. Whatever it could be, you know it isn’t good. But nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were met with at the door.

There you found him, sitting on the floor with his back turned to you, hunched over a mutilated body. Not any human body, but another ghoul, or what once was. Its head, torn off at the shoulders, lays a foot away from its body, unfortunately facing you. Its foggy eyes wide and seemingly staring into your soul. Its jaw is hanging by a thread, pulled apart with the stretched flesh hanging like strings. Whether it was always that way or not, you’d rather not know.

Both arms were ripped from its torso, one of them laying in tact, the other in pieces at each joint. Discolored blood is smeared on the floor, most likely from the gaping hole in the torso.

You try to suppress a gag—because of both the smell and sight—but it was futile. The sound alerts the other to your presence, making his head snap toward you. The same discolored blood from the floor is slathered on and around his mouth, dripping down his neck and staining his already dirty clothes. Something must’ve snapped him out of whatever mindset he was stuck in because upon seeing you standing there, visibly appalled, made his stomach churn. He pukes it all up right there, the disgusting taste of zombie organs finally registering with him.

You quickly look away, fighting off gags with your forearm pressed against your mouth. Never have you witnessed something like this. A ghoul eating another ghoul was just unheard of. It didn’t seem logical with what a ghoul’s diet really consists of: humans. He puked it all up as well, begging the question of whether he really wanted to or not. It would seem that way with how you walked up on him taking bites from the other’s intestines, but with him, you have to question everything you know.

Glancing back, you find him trying to wipe off the remnants of the other ghoul. He was struggling, even looked a little confused. So, you couldn’t help what you were about to do.

“Come on,” walking up to him, you hold your hand out toward him, “come with me.”

The look he gives you could’ve shattered your heart, his wide puppy-like eyes staring up at you coupled with the blood smeared on his face shouldn’t make you feel that way. It should make you feel disgusted, yet you only feel that way toward the mess and stench.

With a shaking, bloody hand, he takes yours, letting you lead him to wherever you were going. He wasn’t very focused on that, though. No, the sight of your hand grasping his is far too enthralling. The fact that you initiated it makes it feel even better.

Once at the showers, you pull him into the stall, making him stand just far enough to not be under the shower head. Letting go of his hand—much to his dismay—you reach past him and turn the nozzle, the sound of water smacking against the tiles echoing. You quickly take the opportunity to hold your hand under the water, washing off the blood that transferred onto your palm. You both watch as the dark substance flows on the floor and down the drain, getting stuck in creases along the way. He mimics your actions, surprising you when he skips waiting for the blood to wash off, immediately going to caress the lines of your palm.

“Why did you do it?”

Your voice is gentle to his ears, much like a soft caress. He did it for you. It was all for you. He would’ve killed anyone who walked through that door, not just a ghoul who wanted you for food. He could see no reason for anyone else to be in there anyways. He was protecting you. There’s no way he’d let anyone or anything touch you, not even come near you. He’d make sure of it even after you’re only his to keep. But he couldn’t tell you that. Not yet.

As for eating the other ghoul—that wasn’t planned. It was almost as if he blacked out. He can remember smelling you as he was ripping the limbs from the ghoul. It was too much to handle, so he bit into the ghouls thin, decaying flesh in an attempt to alleviate the hunger he felt for you.

He didn’t have the courage to confess it all to you, he didn’t want to scare you off. So, he ignored the question in favor of bringing your hand up to rest against his cheek.

“Please...”

His voice is unexpected, making you freeze completely and stare at him in shock. His eyes sparkle, staring at you pleadingly while you still try to comprehend the fact that he talked to you. There was a break in his voice that pulled at your heart, so you can’t stop yourself when you swipe your thumb across his cheek. His eyes flutter in bliss as you begin to wash the blood from his skin. The dark blood is like a waterfall on his skin, a contrast to his translucent and paling skin.

Your heart starts to beat faster as your fingers inch closer to his lips, yet they still dance across the bottom one ever so gently. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss your fingertips upon feeling them, gliding his hands up your arm to hold your wrist in place. You didn’t expect the first kiss, and you definitely don’t expect when he continues to kiss different spots on your hand. It’s almost as if he’s lost in what he’s doing, his eyes shut as he concentrates on pressing his lips to your skin over and over again. You can feel the heat that rises to the tips of your ears while you watch him.

But the moment is short lived when you gently push him back, leaving him standing under the water. Hurt flashes across his features, a look that you force yourself to ignore.

“I’ll, uh, leave you to wash up properly,” you’re unable to make eye contact with him, but you still hold your tingling hand to your chest. “...and I’ll get you my mouthwash. Must still have a bad taste in your mouth.”

He can only nod in agreement and watch you walk off, never sparing him a glance. His heart hurts, but swells simultaneously at you caring for him. You’re right, there’s still a bad taste in his mouth. And he highly doubts that you would’ve wanted his nasty throw up mouth on you. How inconsiderate of him, he scolds himself.

You do exactly as you told him you would, opening up your bag and grabbing the travel bottle of mouthwash. But you’re so caught up in your thoughts that you’re basically on autopilot. You’re well aware of your heart still going haywire in your chest. It’s a little embarrassing, a ghoul making you feel this way. Maybe if you could just get past that stigma...

No way. There’s no way you’re seriously contemplating being with a ghoul. But it’s so tempting when he’s so sweet to you, practically worshiping your body every chance he gets. It’s supposed to creep you out, scare you—you know that. Still, your thoughts are filled with what it might feel like to let yourself go to him. You just don’t think you could handle it if he went all ghoul-cannibal again.

Those thoughts come to a halt once you walk up to his stall. His bare back is turned to you, littered with dark veins that demand to be seen through his deathly skin. The dried blood in his light hair washes away as he holds his head under the water. He didn’t bother taking his pants off, something you’re not sure if you’re actually thankful for.

Stuck staring, you notice the marks on the back of his right bicep. A bite. The teeth marks are messy, but left visible holes in his skin nonetheless. That must be how he turned, you think, must be why the rest of his skin is barren of gashes and punctures. Black veins branch out from the old wound, leaving the surrounding skin dark. Though it makes you wonder...did he die alone? That possibility makes your heart fall.

“Hey...”

His voice pulls you from your melancholic reverie. It still surprises you, his small voice. It doesn’t waver this time though, most likely getting used to using his vocal chords. He’s turned to face you now, chest and stomach accentuating his lean stature. You force yourself to hand him the mouthwash before you get too lost while looking at him again.

“Hey. Here you go.”

He takes the bottle from you, trying to pull the cap off, ultimately cracking it. Bringing the rim up to his lips, he takes a swig, surprisingly not struggling to keep it all in his mouth as he swishes it around. He makes brief eye contact with you as he spits it out—well, more like letting it spill from his mouth, the minty liquid dripping from his bottom lip to flow into the drain. Eyes meeting once again, he stares at you with an almost menacing look while sloppily wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The sight sends a shiver through you, not knowing if it’s from fear or excitement.

Still full of surprises, he drops both the bottle and cap, letting them bounce on the tile as he reaches for you. Panic shoots through you when he grasps your hips, pulling you into him and under the flow of water. Maybe this was his breaking point. Maybe he was finally going to kill you—eat you.

But he only wraps his arms around you, securing you in a tight embrace. His face fits perfectly in the crook of your neck, a fact that leaves him as elated as feeling you against his cold skin. He can hear the breaths you take right next to his ear, a sound that comes second to your heartbeat—his favorite. The pounding muscle, especially when it speeds up, sparks excitement within him. He can just imagine the rapid beating doubled with your quick breaths, how you would say his name...

Wait. His name.

In that split second, he remembers it perfectly. All it took was the thought of you. It’s always you. You are his complete motivation; he would do anything for you. Anything at all.

“Jimin...” He huffs out into your shoulder, still having a hard time getting any words out since he already doesn’t breathe. It’s the moment you realize that he’s just a human stuck in a ghoul’s body.

By now you can’t help but ghost your hands over his arms, your fingertips going against the water droplets gliding along his skin. You’re both soaked, but it’s the least of your worries when he speaks the single name to you.

“That’s your name...isn’t it?” You can feel him nod in affirmation, his cheek brushing against your shoulder almost in a shy manner. However, his brazen actions paint him as anything but shy.

“Mine’s ____,” you whisper directly into his ear, oblivious to the true effect it has on him. Your name is something that he will commit to the little memory he still has. He’ll chant it over and over again if that’s what it takes to never forget your name. Lifting his head up, he locks eyes with you. His hair, drenched with water dripping from the ends, almost covers his contrasting orbs. You feel his arms tighten around you with his next words.

“____...”—making your breath hitch—“say it...” You stare at him in confusion, not quite sure what he means. “Say my name.”

His once soft tone is suddenly demanding, throwing you off, but reeling you in all at once. You’re captivated, completely and utterly captivated by him.

“Jimin.”

And he doesn’t waste a second in connecting your lips, his hand holding you in place on the side of your neck. It surprises you, but you’re quick to melt into his lips. His grip borders on tight, and you’d be worried if you weren’t so focused on how his lips feel. Soft and plush against your own in a delicious dance. And now, you didn’t have to wonder anymore with his lips latched to yours.

Jimin turns you until your back is pushed against the stall, all while you feel his tongue peek out to graze your bottom lip. The action has you letting out a small gasp and he takes the chance to push his tongue into your mouth, leaving you even more breathless when you feel it glide against your own. You can feel his hand massaging and gripping your waist, in turn making you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. With his body pressed against your own and his tongue feeling like heaven, your mind turns to mush. You’re putty in his icy hands.

Jimin detaches from your lips and you finally take a breath of air. His kisses move further down your neck, his tongue swirling on your skin with every few press of his addicting lips. You’re practically seeing stars already, eyes drooping in bliss. With him so close to your ear, you can hear each and every hum from him that has warmth spreading throughout your body. As his lips travel higher on your neck, you lean your head back, baring your throat to him. Jimin’s practically ravaging your skin, his kisses getting fervent, making you sigh as you card your fingers through his drenched hair.

And then suddenly, with his mouth opening wider, a searing pain sparks on your neck. Your eyes shoot open to be greeted with the molded ceiling that has you crashing back to reality. A pained sound escapes your open mouth as the realization dawns on you. Jimin is biting your neck. You can feel each and every puncture of his teeth into your skin, and he only bites down harder when you try to move. With all of the strength you can muster, you push him away harshly, finally getting him to stop sinking his teeth into you.

With foggy vision, you watch as he stumbles back, hitting the stall behind him. Your blood coats his lips and stain his teeth, and you can see it on his tongue when he licks his lips. All sound fades until there’s just a constant ringing.

Clutching your neck, you can feel the thick and slimy liquid that coats your skin. Even though you already know what it is, you can’t help but look at your shaking palm, caked and dripping with your own blood. Looking back up, you find Jimin nearing you once again. Hastily, you move backward until you’re cornered like you were before with your back against the stall. He gets closer and closer, watching you carefully, especially the blood that gushes from your neck. You sob when he brings a hand up to caress your cheek, not letting you jerk away.

“Beautiful...perfect...” And he means it. The thick red dripping along your body is a divine sight. He hates that you have to hurt for this to happen, and he’d be furious if it were anyone else that had done it, but it needed to be done. How else were you going to stay with him? Surely not as a human. Of course, he loved the beating of your heart and the warmth that you held, but he knew it would get in the way of making you his. This was inevitable.

His bite will stay there long after you’ve become undead, a fact that had him even more excited. His mark on your skin would be visible forever, a constant reminder of who you belong to—who made you. It was perfect.

Jimin watches you carefully, and it seems you’ve lost the will fight, though you never stopped glaring at him through your tears. You were already bitten, it was inescapable. But little did you know this was your fate from the moment you saw him in that abandoned store. You foolishly put hope into being with him, the deceiving ghoul that he truly is.

Your eyes start to roll back into your head, legs giving out with Jimin catching you before you can hit the hard floor. Picking you up, he leaves the running shower behind to carry you over to the mattress. Your body is limp in his arms, either passed out or already dead. After all, he picked the perfect spot to bite you. With the wound on your neck, it’ll take no time for the infection to make its way to your brain. He’ll have you quicker that way.

He sets your body on the mattress, blood quickly pooling on the fabric. Already, he can see the bite mark start to take effect, slowly starting to look just like his. It’s a gorgeous sight to him, and he can’t wait until you finally awaken. Then, he’ll be able to keep you forever.

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