#this man and his muscly legs I SWEAR

[wildsaltair]

he's so hot he's affecting local weather patterns. meteorologists are baffled

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 happy birthday

synopsis: it's a known fact that zoro can't stand his birthday... but when you finally discover the date, you can't help putting together something special

cw: nsfw (male & fem receiving), spanking, dirty talk, zoro's a little rough, some leather, some comfort, maybe a little ooc zoro but who gives a shit, reader + nami = trouble, usopp's a real og, reader can see visions, reader has black angel wings, both aren't really pertinent to the story but they're described, etc.

a/n: happy thanksgiving!

"Ladies, I need your assistance," you stated, plainly, approaching your two best friends—who were lounging on the deck chairs—and plopping yourself down next to them.

This was beyond urgent.

"Of course, (y/n)," Nami nodded, dropping her magazine in her lap and glancing up at you with an inviting smile. "What's up?"

"Is everything alright?" Robin asked, slightly concerned.

"Everything's... fine," you nodded, unconvincingly, actively trying to think up a way to explain. "I just... I did a thing... and learned something I probably shouldn't have... about Zoro."

'Huh?'

"About Zoro?" she raised a brow, now even more intrigued.

"Did he hurt you? Or say something stupid again?" Nami's gaze turned sharp, the woman sitting up rigidly in her seat, ready to go to war. "If he did, I swear, I'll wring his muscly-ass neck!"

"No, no! Not that," you quickly assured, shaking your head. "It's something from his past... from before he met me."

"What happened?" Robin asked, shutting her book, now fully invested. "From the start, if you don't mind."

You nodded, looking down at your lap and recalling the events of the last hour.

"I was doing my daily meditation on the roof of the crow's nest, y'know, like I always do, when I was suddenly hit with a vision," you started. "Now, it didn't come as harshly as the others typically do, so I assumed that it was going to be about something trivial. But that changed when a young Zoro suddenly came into view."

The women sat quietly, listening intently as they took in each word.

"He was training, super aggressively, mind you, when all of a sudden this group of kids comes running up to him asking when he was going to stop."

Crossing one leg over the other, you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Of course, Zoro being Zoro, said he wasn't gonna finish any time soon, but, and get this, the kids say But you're gonna miss your birthday party!"

Nami and Robin gasped, eyes widening slightly.

It was common knowledge that the swordsman wasn't very fond of birthdays—or rather his birthday, specifically.

Whenever asked about it, he often dodged the question, or just ignored it altogether, not bothering with Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper's chaotic antics in trying to get him to spill the beans.

Even you were unsuccessful, the man managing to smoothly redirect the conversation with the rough timbre of his voice, knowing it distracted you easily, along with other physical means.

Eventually, you gave up hope, seeing as you didn't even have a clue as to what season the day fell in.

But now... you had a date.

And it was today.

"I know he hates it, but I can't just sit on this," you whined, slumping in the chair. "Before, it wasn't like I could do anything because I didn't know when. But now that I do, I can't in clear conscience do nothing for his birthday..."

"I'm not sure," Robin sighed, quizzically. "There might be a reason why he doesn't celebrate. Maybe something bad happened and caused him to hate the day."

"Or maybe he's just being his typical, difficult self?" Nami scoffed, rolling her eyes before turning to you. "I think it's sweet that you wanna do something nice for him. And I know exactly what you need to do in order to make this the best day of his life!"

Confused, you watched as she leaned over, reaching under her chair and grabbing a book bound with rich, wine-colored leather, the image of a muscular man with extremely long hair and billowing shirt on the cover.

"A book?" you raised a brow. "Zoro's... not really a reader. Especially not something like this."

"No, silly. What's inside the book."

"Paper?"

"Romance."

With an exasperated sigh, she flipped through a couple pages, eyes lighting up when she found the page she was looking for.

"This novel is like a playbook on how to seduce a man," she happily handed it over, allowing you to skim over the text. "Follow that scene to the letter, and you'll have him counting down the minutes until his next birthday. I guarantee it."

"Are you sure?" your nose scrunched slightly at the cheesiness, confused as to why the author kept on mentioning the love interest's rippling pectorals. "This isn't really my style..."

"Trust me!" she grinned, giving you a soft pat on the back. "It's foolproof."

Glancing toward Robin for confirmation, she could only shrug, resting her hands in her lap.

"You know Zoro the best... Do what you think suits both you and him," she advised. "Even if that means trying something new."

Closing the book, your eyes found their way to the cover, your mouth fighting off the urge to stick out its tongue at the sight of the man's chiseled smolder.

He looked more like a girl than you...

"I'll take your word for it."

"(y/n)?" Zoro called, knocking on the door to the women's quarters before carefully pushing it open, slightly frustrated to find that you were, once again, not there.

Well, at least that eliminates the cabin...

Letting out a heavy sigh, he turned around, opting to shift his search toward the deck.

'Where the hell did she run off to?'

It was late, and the swordsman had been searching for the past twenty minutes, having already been through the kitchen, the dining room, the sick bay, the aquarium, the library, and the workrooms, with still no trace of you.

This, of course, was very odd considering you were usually within arms reach of him, the two of you seeming to just naturally float around each other, even as you did your daily routines.

Not only that, but also the fact that he hadn't seen you all day, seeing as Usopp dragged all the men along on a Boys Day Out.

Though, Zoro didn't understand why he felt the need to worry so much.

He knew a million times over that you were a strong and capable woman, and that if anything were to happen, you could more than adequately hold your own.

But for some odd reason, reminding himself of this fact wasn't subduing the concern spiking in his chest.

'Dammit...'

He had to find you and kill this feeling before he could think any deeper into it.

"(y/n)!" he called, looking around as he walked out on deck. "(y/n)!"

When he was no response, he simply tried again, not planning on stopping until you revealed yourself.

"Will you shut up?!" Nami groaned from her spot from one of the lounge chairs, brows furrowed as she looked up from her maps. "You sound like a lost little puppy."

Zoro rolled his eyes at her theatrics, turning to face her.

"Where's (y/n)?" he asked, curtly.

"She's in the crow's nest," the navigator stated, simply, turning her attention back to the papers strewn over her lap. "Said something about waiting for you... though I'm sure you're too busy ruining the peaceful atmosphere."

Sassily, she flipped one of the parchments over, lazily skimming over its contents.

"Mosshead..."

The man scoffed, expression turning sour at the obvious jab.

"If you'd told me where she was sooner, I wouldn't have shouted!"

"If you'd asked me where she was sooner, I would've told you!"

"Whatever!"

He turned away in a huff, walking over to the ladder and grabbing onto the cool metal.

"Good luck!" Nami called, cheekily, waving as he left. "You're gonna need it!"

"The hell?" he grumbled, starting his trek to the crow's nest, muttering to himself in confusion as he approached the top.

He would never understand her...

Hoisting himself up on the balcony, his brow quirked at the soft hum of music coming from the other side of the wall.

'Music?'

Confused, he listened closer, slowly beginning to make out the sound of a saxophone, which was playing over a smooth jazz background.

You never listened to music when you worked out, much less the sultry nonsense flowing through his ears.

And even though he could hear that, he had yet to hear you grunt out a rep, or rack a weight.

What the hell was going on with everyone today?

Curiosity piqued, he opened the door, eyes widening and heart dropping to his ass at the sight that met him on the other side.

Somehow, the crow's nest had been turned into some sort of makeshift love den, the lights dimmed and the mat area lined with lush pillows and fur blankets, candles illuminating the surrounding area and incense filling the room with a light haze, which smelled of sandalwood and jasmine.

And there, in the middle of it all, sat an angel...

Zoro's breath hitched, eyes widening slightly as he caught sight of your naked form.

You were laying on your side, delicious curves on display in the smallest, tightest leather corset he'd ever seen, your tits practically spilling out the top.

Your hair, freshly washed, cascaded beautifully down your side, framing your face and slightly shading your eyes in a way that gave his hand an itch to tug it.

Not to mention your newly-lotioned skin glowing in the soft candlelight, making you look so smooth and soft and primed for grabbing.

And your dark wings only added to the appeal.

The soft music seemed to be coming from a small transponder snail in the corner, its eyes turned toward the wall in hopes of protecting its innocence from the events to come.

"(y/n)..." he started, both confused and painfully aroused, as he shut the door behind himself, locking it. "What're you doing?"

You faltered, an awkward expression settling on your face.

"Being... sexy?"

Zoro paused a moment, waiting to see if you'd change your answer, before breaking into a small fit of chuckles.

Instantly, your face flushed, embarrassment beginning to sink in.

You knew this was stupid!

"Don't laugh, you ass! I was trying to surprise you!" you whined, abruptly sitting up, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You found out it was my birthday today, didn't you?" he cut to the chase, stalking forward. "And then Nami put you up to this?"

The dots were all connecting.

Usopp keeping him off the ship.

You going missing.

Nami's odd comment.

You were trying to seduce him as a birthday present.

Not that he was complaining...

Your lip jutted out in a slight pout, your eyes avoiding all contact with the man as he moved closer.

"I know you don't like celebrating your birthday, but Nami gave me some book that was supposed to explain exactly what men want... and I figured you still deserved something nice..." you limply explained, turning away from him. "But, in hindsight, it was stupid..."

Sitting down in front of you, his pointer and thumb came up to hold your chin, turning you to face him, where you were met with a soft kiss on your forehead.

"It was sweet," he corrected, thumb smoothing over the skin of your cheek. "Even if you look anything but sweet right now... I can tell you put a lot of effort into this."

You perked up at the last part, turning to him eagerly, eyes glinting with hope.

"Really?" you asked, sounding surprised, your expression downright adorable.

Suddenly, the music, the clothes, and the absolutely tantalizing scent of you began to work their magic on him.

All of his thoughts and reason faded into thin air as he stared at your gorgeous, doe eyes.

"Really," he confirmed, voice low and wanting.

And you could only let out a tiny gasp before he grabbed you by the back of the neck and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss wasn't soft or careful.

The kiss was rough; hungry; slow as he drew moans and gasps out of you.

He kissed you like he hadn't done so in ages, and you were starting to believe he hadn't.

His lips were soft, the taste of sake and mint on his tongue.

You let his hand move along your back and ass, roughly squeezing the flesh and making you moan.

Taking advantage over your open mouth, he slid his tongue alongside your bottom lip before slipping it inside in your mouth.

He grunted hungrily as your tongue began to swirl with his, swapping spit and exchanging breath.

The act made your pussy clench impatiently behind the leather, wanting to be touched and treated.

By him.

Zoro then pulled away enough to speak, eyes hooded and dark.

"Where'd you get this little number from?" he murmured hotly against your lips, calloused hands coming up to roughly knead your hips, feeling up the fabric under his fingertips. "Tell me."

One of his hands snuck down to squeeze your ass, and you let him, biting back a whimper in the process.

"W-Went into town," you softly stuttered. "Bought the outfit the girl was wearing in the book."

He started to line kisses all over your jaw, hungrily moving down to your neck; your collarbone; and your naked shoulders.

"Fuck," he growled into your skin. "Too damn good to be true."

His hands roamed up and down your sides, squeezing and fondling.

"Been wantin' your fine ass since I walked in here..."

"You like it—?" The rest of your question doesn't leave your lips as he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you toward him, so close that air couldn't even move between you.

Your bodies were pressed flushed against each other, so close that you can feel the painfully hard bulge in his robe.

He was turned on by you.

He was really turned on by you.

That fact made you delirious.

His lips pressed against yours again, kissing them so much that your mouth was beginning to turn raw.

He began to settle himself among the pillows and blankets, never breaking the kiss, before plopping down on the nearest, largest cushion.

Then, he gripped your hips and coaxed you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him.

Instinctively, you ground down into his hardening member, enlisting a groan from deep within his throat.

The sound traveled straight to your core.

You wanted more.

"I want you, Zoro," you sultrily whispered in a sudden burst of confidence, manicured hands gliding over his strong shoulders. "Please... I don't think I can wait."

To show how serious you were, your hands came up to undo the laces on your back, freeing your chest for him to see.

The shock in his steel gray eyes is replaced with sheer hunger when he caught a full view of your perfect tits, sitting there just waiting to be touched.

"You little minx..." he chuckled, amused. "Lemme get a feel of you first."

You bit your lip as he leaned forward, laying you down against the brown, furry blanket before prying your legs open.

And there he got a good look of your sobbing wet pussy, the crotch of your leather suit having been cut out.

Eyes widening at the sight, he looked almost pained.

You were going to be the death of him.

"Christ, (y/n)..." he hissed, leaning down to get a better look, gaping at your sex. "You tryin' t'kill me?"

His eyes flicked up to yours, hands still on your thighs.

'Okay?' his eyes asked.

Wordlessly, you nodded, unable to speak.

But that wasn't gonna slide.

Slowly, he began to brush his fingers up and down your wet slit, paying close attention to your reaction.

"Words, pretty," he growled. "Gimme words."

"Yes!" you moaned, toes curling at the feeling of his fingers on your cunt. "Please, Zo'... please touch me."

He gave you a wolfish grin at your pitiful whines, but didn't keep you waiting.

Swooping down, he captured your clit in his mouth, suckling and eating your pussy like a starving man.

He was relentless with his tongue slashed, flicks and long licks up and down your slit.

And you loved it.

Your hips writhed and whined against his mouth, trying to get him closer.

Your pussy pushed past his soft lips, which drew mindless shapes and nonsense words across your needy core.

"You're so wet," he mumbled into your pussy. "Doin' all this in your little suit turns you on that much, pretty?"

You moaned in response, unable to form words, especially when he reached one hand up to play with your breast.

And it only got better when Zoro began to tease your entrance with his middle finger, dipping the tip in and out of your wet pussy.

"You want this?" he asked, voice nothing but a low growl.

You nodded vigorusly, pulling a laugh from the man's lips.

"So needy," he teased as he began to slowly slid his finger inside of you. "S'been a while since we fooled around... Have I not been takin' care of this pussy?"

"Y—!" you gasped, eyes blown wide as you felt your pussy stretch around three, thick fingers.

He aimed up to brush against your clit as he slid his fingers in and out of you, while also leaning down to suck on it, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

You could feel yourself quickly beginning to reach your peak.

'No! Not like this!'

"Wait, Zoro!" you whined, writhing against him. "Not yet!"

He immediately ceased his movement and pulled away from you, glaring confusingly.

"'Scuse me?" he asked, not sounding happy with your protest.

You nearly laughed at his reaction.

"It's your birthday," you explained. "I'm 'sposed to be the one making you feel good. So lay down."

Zoro still looked pissed he couldn't make you cum, but listened anyway.

He laid down, mouth and chin glistening from your juices, and you moved to sit on top of him.

Slowly, you began to kiss and suck your essence off of his mouth, earning low groans from him

Your hands slid down to his broad chest and you gripped his robe.

"Off please?" you asked, peering up at him through your lashes.

You don't have to ask twice.

In a flash, he tugged his arms out his sleeves, pushing his robe and haramaki down to leave him in just his boxers.

You took a moment to admire his beautiful body—so hard and defined with muscle and scars, his lower stomach sinewy with green hair.

He was so, so gorgeous.

Slowly, you glided your hands up and down his hard body, admiring his well-defined pecs and abs.

"You're perfect," you whispered before leaning in to peck his scars, running your lips softly over each.

The low moans and mmms Zoro let slide out his mouth were delicious to you.

They only heighten your arousal, along with the music still playing in the background.

You never pictured yourself getting off on a scene like this, but you supposed it took the right person to bring the freak out of you.

Smoothly, you began to kiss down his hardened stomach until you came down to his boxers, which were already hanging low on his hips.

"Fuck, baby," he hummed, watching you work.

His lips were parted and his eyes were hooded, completely entranced by you.

Finally ridding him of his underwear, you began to think you bit off more than you could chew—or suck, rather—when you get a look at his cock for the first time in weeks.

Lately, between your training schedules and antics with the crew, the two of you had barely had a moment to yourselves.

But you never thought you'd forget how well-endowed he was, dick thick and curved slightly to the left, green hair curling around his stomach and pubic area.

"Hasn't been that long, has it?" he chuckled, teasingly, raising a brow. "You havin' second thoughts?"

"No..." you scoffed, cheeks puffed.

Not wanting to disappoint him, you opened your mouth and slowly began to slide his dick against your tongue.

"There we go," he cooed, relaxing into the blanket. "Good girl... take it all in."

You followed his instruction, your jaw and mouth stretching to accommodate his size.

"Mmm-hmm," you hummed around his cock, he vibrations causing him to moan.

You relished the sounds, wanting more, so you began to move your head back and forth, taking his cock in and out your throat.

You gagged and spat all along his dick, causing saliva to drip down his balls and your chin, making your blowjob extra sloppy.

And Zoro was eating up every second.

He tossed his head back as his eyes rolled in the back of his head, giving you sight that you took a mental snapshot of for a rainy day.

He was so, so sexy.

And to be able to make him feel good gave you the motivation to fight against your aching jaw and burning throat as you continued to fuck him with your throat.

"Doin' so good, baby," he grunted, rolling his hips into your mouth. "So good for me..."

But to your surprise, he suddenly pulled his cock out your mouth.

"But if I'm gonna cum, it's either gonna be on that pretty ass or those pretty' tits ."

You smirked, sitting up and lacing your hand with his, "How about inside?" you purred.

You'd already gotten the hook-ups from Chopper, though embarrassing, and were stocked full of necessary precautions.

And, of course, that was all you needed to say to get Zoro to smash his lips hungrily against yours.

"This gift jus' keeps gettin' better and better," he cheekily growled against your mouth, flipping you both over and laying you down on the brown fur. "Now choose how I'm doin' you before I do it for you."

Not wasting any time, you laid down on your stomach, presenting your ass and dripping pussy for him as you moved a pillow under your hips.

You then looked back at him, only to find him sitting there and stroking himself to the sight of you.

"Like this," you whispered, breathlessly. "Fuck me just like this, Zo'."

Zoro was going fucking feral behind you, and it took everything in his being not to shove his entire length in side you as he began to move closer.

"God, look at you... stainin' the cushions," he sighed as he began to rub your pussy with his cock. "Sittin' nice and pretty just for me..."

Starting out, he went in slow, taking his sweet time to allow you to get used to him.

As soon as his tip entered you, your jaw dropped and your eyes blew wide from the stretch.

No one could ever compare to how warm and solid Zoro felt snuggled up in your pussy.

No one.

You were so glad you had the fur of the blanket to grip at he took a hold of your hips and bottomed out inside of you.

"F-Fuck, Zoro!" you whined, burying your face in the pillows.

He began to bump his hips against yours a little faster now, the sound of skin slapping filling the air as his heavy balls hit your clit.

"C'mon, now, pretty," he huffed. "Y'said you were my present, yeah? Be a good girl and take me then. Make me proud."

He moved to fuck you harder, taking a handful of your ass before giving it a harsh slap.

The feeling was just too much.

He was so deep.

Your eyes were seeing stars, ones that far surpassed the ones lining the night sky.

You had no chance to comprehend anything, too busy taking Zoro's fat cock as he fucked you into oblivion in your little leather, corset.

"Feels good, don't it?" he grunted in your ear.

One of his hands moved to smack your ass again, a wanton moan ripping from your throat.

"Bet you've dreamed about this," he growled at you. "Bet you couldn't wait until I got home tonight."

He leaned down toward you, his lips grazing your ear.

"Bet you've been waiting to get split on my dick for so long."

"Gods, Zoro, yes!" you screamed out to the heavens, fisting the blanket for dear life as he fucked you harder.

You'd never felt like this before; so gone.

Your eyes are closed and your mind is blank, only able to thing of the man towering above you, turned dumb by the waves of pleasure washing over you.

The pleasure was just too good, and you could feel it beginning to build in your core.

"M'gonna cum!" you practically sobbed, your head thrown back. "Zoro!"

The man let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, slightly hiking up his leg to get a better angle.

"Me, too," he grunted. "Want you to take it."

He pressed his lips to your ear, leaning down so his dick hit that spot that had you seeing the entire universe behind your eyes.

"Fuckin' cum for me, pretty," he demanded. "Let me know how good I'm makin' you feel."

And you do.

Moans and gasps leave your lips like a chorus as that coil in your stomach finally snapped.

You unraveled, cumming all over Zoro's dick.

"Oh, my Gods!" you screamed, voice reaching the high heavens.

Your eyes spilled tears of ecstasy as he talked you through it, telling you how good of a girl you were as he stroked your outer thighs.

"Gonna cum, too," he grunted, hips snapping aganist your ass again and again as he chased his high. "You gonna take all of it, baby, hm?"

"Y-Yes!" you choked out, tossing your ass back to meet his thrusts, wanting to make him feel good, too.

He gripped your hips for dear life and came deep inside you with husky, loud moan that made your stomach leap and your pussy clench around his pulsing cock.

You took every ounce he had to offer, not once pulling away.

You could feel it coating your walls, filling you up to the point where you curled your toes and gasped at the feeling coursing through your body.

Finally, Zoro's hips began to slow until he finally came to a stop, pulling out of you with a soft groan.

But he wasn't done.

Still hard, he slid his head over your lower back and ass, coating your skin in his cum.

"So you smell like me," he grunted. "No other man'll even try."

You let out a weak, spent moan as your hips finally dropped, Zoro finally releasing his hold on you as he flopped to your side.

Grabbing you, he pulled your body into him, allowing you to snuggle into his side as he grabbed the blanket, wrapping you both in its warmth.

With the adrenaline now wearing off, and you so limp in his grasp, he began to worry, glancing down at you with a hint of concern

"You alright?" he carefully asked, slightly nudging you. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

You slowly shook your head, still in a daze.

"That was amazing," you sighed, pressing further into his warm side. "Best I ever had..."

A proud smile stretched across Zoro's face, chest puffing slightly at the praise.

"So... did this make your birthday a little better?" you nervously asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Grinning, he gave you two kisses on your cheek, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your jaw.

"It did," he hummed contently. "By a hell of a lot more than a little."

Yes!

Internally, you gave yourself a huge high five, insanely proud that Mission: Mosshead was a success.

And now, you believed you deserved some snuggles in return.

"Cuddle with me?" you cooed, looking up at him through your lashes.

Zoro chuckled, rolling his eyes at you.

"Such a baby," he teased, securely wrapping his muscled arms around you, squeezing. "You're lucky I like you."

"Just like?"

"You know what I mean."

"I think I wanna hear you say it."

"I think I wanna take a nap."

"Zoro..."

"(y/n)..."

"Happy birthday."

"I love you."

[thezombieprostitute]

Would werewolf Steve take me apple picking and help me bake apple pie and let me boop his nose with flour? I’m in a very fall mood today.

I haven't thought about Werewolf Steve in such a long time!

Warnings: Mild/implied smut.

The Northern Forests are absolutely gorgeous this time of year. All the different leaf colors make the forest look breathtaking. The only thing more beautiful, to Steve, was you.

It's been over a year since you woke up to a muscly, hairy man rowing you down the river to get medical assistance. In that time you and Steve grew closer than he imagined he could ever let himself get. You were more curious than afraid of his wolf side. You showed him unending trust that he longed to live up to. You even got him willing to go out and interact with people more and more.

While the two of you were living in the middle of nowhere, you focused on your nature photography and conservation efforts, and Steve found himself getting back into painting and drawing. It was a side of himself he had shut down in favor of keeping himself, his wolf, under control. After his first transformation around you, where you hadn't run in fear, and he hadn't attacked you, Steve soon learned his wolf needed freedom, not a prison. His artistic side, his protective nature, his need to look after others, those were the things that would keep his wolf side from destroying everything around him.

So when the autumn hits, Steve is more than happy to take you to some of the nearby farms and orchards. He's gone from being a recluse to feeling excited to go out and do things with you. He makes sure you don't have to do any of the heavy lifting, almost appearing to have inhuman strength until you chide him. He can be a little careless about keeping his werewolf nature a secret when it comes to showing off for you.

Other than that, things go well until you have an almost literal run-in with one of the young men working at the orchard.

"Ope, sorry about that, Ma'am," the young man quickly apologizes.

"It's fine," you assure. "I should've looked where I was going."

Steve is standing behind you, your back to his chest. You swear you can feel his growl. The young man makes the briefest eye contact with him before ducking his head and carefully backing away, still apologizing. You try to turn around to look at him but Steve wraps his arms tightly around you and runs his nose along your neck.

"Steve, you can't do that," you scold him. "It was an accident."

"He touched you," Steve quietly growled. "Almost hurt you."

"Steve? Are you...are you okay?"

He nips your neck, making your breath hitch. "Need to get you home."

"We gotta pay for these apples, first," you tell him. He grumbles but acquiesces.

At home, Steve doesn't even let you grab the apples out of the truck, mumbling promises of getting them later. He's thrown you over his shoulder and is carrying you into the house. You laugh and call him a caveman, causing him to smack your ass. He gets you on the couch before ripping your clothes off of you and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Several hours later Steve keeps his promise of getting the apples for you. You're sitting at the table because your legs aren't working at the moment. He actually looks guilty as he places the baskets of apples on the table for you.

"I'm sorry about that," he says. "I don't know what came over me. I just...I know it was an accident but seeing that guy touch you, I...I guess I got a little..."

"Territorial?" You finish for him.

"Yeah, that," he nods. "I had this uncontrollable urge, a need, to cover you in my scent. Mark you as mine."

"Well you certainly succeeded," you chuckle. "Now get to helping me peel and slice some of these apples for pies."

Steve smiles. Domestic bliss was something he was certain he'd never be allowed after becoming a werewolf. But you've upturned his world in the best possible ways. You turned this place from a house to a home, making it a refuge, not a Fortress of Solitude. As you carry on with the baking, filling the kitchen with the delightful aromas of apples and cinnamon, Steve still can't keep his hands off of you. His excuse is that you were so weak kneed before he's gotta keep his arms wrapped around you so you don't fall. He doesn't even bat an eye when you boop his nose with a flour covered finger. He just wipes off the flour by nuzzling your neck, making you laugh.

As the night approaches, Steve's wolf becomes more awake. Steve can tell it's trying to get his attention about something but he can't figure it out. That night he's more restless than usual, but it's nowhere near the full moon. Not wanting to worry you, he tells you he's going to go do a territory check to burn off some energy. Though he's gotten better about transforming in front of you, he still waits until he's sure you're asleep before doing so.

In wolf form, Steve takes a deep breath, gathering information. There is something different. Something that wasn't there before. He wants to investigate it but his wolf form is in charge and is insistent on doing the territory check. It seems extra focused on security. He spends much of the night making his rounds before finally investigating the source of the new scent. As he gets closer to home, the scent shows up again. It grows stronger as he gets inside the house. Maybe it's the apples? The baking? Steve thinks. He swears he feels his wolf roll its eyes at him.

They get to the bedroom where you're sleeping and that's when it hits him. She's pregnant! Steve's wolf lightly growls in confirmation. The two are aligned in this moment in their desire to keep you, and their pup, safe. But how is Steve going to tell you?

Tagging: @alicedopey; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[oceaneyesinla]

This has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, and I finally had the inspiration to finish it. Enjoy Choso being the cutest boyfriend <3

Requests are OPEN

Divider by @cafekitsune

You're not sure what you did to deserve a man like Choso; whether you saved an orphanage full of children or helped a million little old ladies cross the street, but it must have been something huge. There can be no other explanation for why this beautiful man is standing in front of you right now, focusing on you like your features hold the mysteries of the universe.

As soon as you arrived home, he had approached you with those big puppy eyes, silently pleading with you as he gently tugged you towards your bedroom. He watched you change into your most comfortable clothes with what you could only describe as anticipation. As soon as you were done, he dragged you into the bathroom, lifting you onto the counter next to the sink with ease.

Which is what led you to right now, sitting there with Choso slotted between your legs, complete concentration on his face as he makes a gentle sweep over your skin with a face wipe. His fingers are ever so light as they pass over the delicate skin underneath your eyes, and you're not sure he notices the way his tongue is poking out a little.

He moves through the motions of your skincare; following the basics of your usual routine, but using techniques you know you've never even tried out in front of him. You can't help the soft little smile tugging at your lips as he finishes off with one, two presses of his lips against the tip of your nose, then your forehead.

"Thank you, baby. What brought this on?"

You love the creeping red over his cheekbones as he refuses to meet your eyes, and you cradle his face between your palms, unable to stop the growing smile on your face. His blush only intensifies as he finally locks eyes with you, just as you knew it would.

He averts his gaze again as he begins to mumble, skin warm under your reverent hold, "I watched some videos, so I could do your skincare for you."

Oh your sweet boy. You could imagine him now - sitting cross legged on your couch, staring at his phone with the same intensity as when he was staring at you. You swear your heart grows a size at the thought. That explains his excitement as you came home (though really, Choso is always excited to see you walk through the door; you're pretty sure that if he had a tail, it would be wagging).

"You're too cute, Cho." You squish his cheeks a little between your hands, and hold back a squeal at his satisfied little smile. Patting at his chest, you make to get down from the counter, determined to return the favour.

"Your turn. Come on." You spin you both around with a light grip on his t-shirt, Choso now pressed against the counter, "Hop up."

His head tilts a little to the side as his brow furrows, and you resist the urge to squish him again; you're sure the definition of cuteness aggression has a picture of your boyfriend appended.

"I can't lift you up on the counter, baby. Not all of us are all big and muscly." You squeeze his bicep teasingly to draw another pretty blush, and he follows your command, obediently hopping up on the counter and watching as you grab the little footstool from the bathroom cupboard.

You set the stool up between his legs, and step up so you're face to face with Choso, looking down into adoring eyes. He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and you're sure you'll never get used to feeling like the centre of someone's universe.

"Hi baby." You run your fingers over the dark mark across his nose, hoping he can feel the love leaking through your fingertips and settling deep in his bones.

"You want me to use the same routine on you?"

"Really?" He looks a little surprised, as if he didn't even consider that you might offer to take care of him like he took care of you.

"Of course. You're my pretty boy."

His eyes light up at your praise, and a dopey smile splits his face, and you fall in love with him all over again. You're not sure what you did to deserve this man, but you'll never take his love for granted. In this lifetime and every other.

[sunsents]

Jake Sully - For Duty and Heart

Trust Your People Part 2

Here it finally is! I don't know why, but whenever I schedule to write something a big event gets in the way. I literally had my final exams the time I posted trust your people like I swear I don't do it on purpose 😟. Anyways, I really hate how this turned out. I was hoping to add a smut scene and develop their relationship with more depth but I unfortunately didn't have the time nor energy to do so. It's fine since I have more projects planned with Jake so I hope to flourish them.

Read part 1 here

Summary —> After sharing an intimate moment with Toruk Makto under Vitraya Ramonung, you struggle to deal with your boiling feelings.

Pairing: jakesully x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Words: 6.7k

Warnings: insecurities/jake, again, is too hot/mentions of war and guns/mentions of violence/cursing/kissing

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

Vocabulary:

angtsik - hammerhead titanothere

kali'weya - arachnoid 

Ikran/ikrana - mountain banshee

tewng - loincloth

palulukan - thanator

swotu seyn - sacred place/chair for the clan leader

yomyo lerik - leaf plate

pxen - functional clothing

When you first acknowledged your feelings for JakeSully, your planet shook, heart leapt and hands clammed. 

Almost falling off ikrana did that to a na'vi.

Four moon cycles before the war with the skypeople, you had no choice but to join JakeSully on his iknimaya, as Sa'eyü and Thak, your students, were also in due time. Being followed by the young tawtute warrior was a definite surprise - perhaps impressive since he easily caught your tail on his first flight. His ikrana Bob kept taunting your beautiful boy, and it was all consuming to ignore your feelings of intense wrath. 

It took too much of you to ignore him, but Jake was a stubborn man. You revered your Ikrana's head towards the tawtute, causing a chain of events that involved you and a dream walker to butt horns like two angtsik in all subjects but Eywa's beauty.

And that was saying something, as living in Eywa's beauty was like breathing and eating. 

Now, after the war, after acknowledging your feelings, and after Jake is no longer a young warrior but a mighty one, you watch him claim the title of Olo'eyktan. He wears long garments of silky kali'weya weaving that start from his neck, and pool at his feet. The cloth holds significant meaning due to the hard obtaining process - kali'weya are quite tricky. You remember being bitten by one in your tenth cycle, removing the poison was painful and time-consuming. 

His locks cascade down his back, braids adorned with beads of red and green to signify his stance in the forest - a bringer of peace and harmony. Feathers of white, red and brown protrude from his girthy shoulders, his thick, muscly thighs bulge from the long tewng that sit loosely on his hips, and his arms, legs, feet, and neck are adorned with the most beautiful pieces of jewelry that it's like looking at the eclipse sky. The headpiece that sits proudly on his forehead ignites feelings that prickle your skin and tug at your heart. 

No matter how long you gawk at him, your praises won't do justice at how magnificent he looks. Thank Eywa it is custom to gaze at the Olo'Eyktan as he opens his arm in unity to deliver his speech, because you're sure if this was any other instance, you'd be acclaimed a creep and cast out to live in the palulukan den few walks away from cave Kelkuk'tel. 

Jake announces the celebrations to begin and a chaotic jumble of shouts, cheers and drums erupt around you. You're still staring at him when he sits on his swotu seyn, all the while pretending like you're interested in the conversation around you. It's an obscene scene; watching the new Olo'eyktan while you bring teylu and fruits into your mouth and chew air as the long forgotten pieces fall back on your yomyo lerik. 

You don't know what kind of power it is that lures you towards JakeSully, but you hope it's not Eywa herself that's giving you painful nudges. 

It seems the deity's efforts fall fruitless on you, because when the celebration is finished and you're helping the cleaning process that you feel a tap on your back. You turn back with a grin, expecting one of your family members or a friend - until you realize it's far from the truth. JakeSully stands infront of you with a shy smile, looking comically uncharacteristic in his Olo'Eyktan pxen.

"Olo'Eyktan Jake." you're quick to acknowledge him with two fingers on your forehead, ignoring the rapid thrumming of your heart that make your ears flick and tail swish. 

He returns the gesture, "Please," he snorts, catching your mocking tone. "Drop the theatrics."

You roll your eyes almost instinctively - he had that kind of effect on people. Or maybe it was just you. 

"I do not know this theatrics, but I didn't drop anything of mine." you say, crossing your arms.

Jake gifts you a hearty laugh that bubbles from his throat and kisses your ears. You cannot help but grin widely at his brightened face - feeling embarrassed in his presence for not understanding his alien words. You simply couldn't stop looking at him this eclipse. He was just so...lookable.

"No," a chuckle escapes him once again, then he clears his throat. "It's just an expression..."

You tilt your head in confusion, wanting to run away from this interaction as soon as possible. Now would be a good time...you can take on foot, hide behind a fat treetrunk and wait for his scent to dissolve - because it's clouding your head and dizzying your senses.

He must think you're an idiot for not understanding his language. After all, Grace had taught you, and you've been speaking English since childhood - even after the accident.

"Nevermind." Jake shakes his head after your silence, and you beg Eywa for a palulukan to snatch you away. "I actually wanted to ask you something,"

At that, your eyes shine. Chest bubbling in excitement for a brief moment, you clench your fist to calm yourself down. Guilt washes over you like a tidal wave for entertaining such feelings when the clan was suffering a great loss.

The war with the Skypeople was heartbreaking. The irreplaceable losses and lives still haunt your dreams and weigh on your chest like stones - it falters with your daily routine and you feel guilty. Your dearest brother and sisters joined Eywa in a second life of peace and tranquility but this knowledge did nothing to ease your aching heart. The fact that you partook in the destruction of Eywa's children, even if it was to keep your land safe, burns your entire being. 

Memories of choking on ashes while watching the greenery burst in flames flood your thoughts. The human clunks of metal were ugly, trashing on their strangely hind legs and hysterically causing wreckage on beautiful fauna. Trying to fight one off was even more traumatizing - you still remember a metal arm holding you by your kuru, a part most sacred and sensitive, flailing you around like you were an insignificant bug. 

It was excruciatingly painful and impossible to forget, the memory makes you instinctively move a hand to your kuru and softly rub it. Jake's eye-brow furrow (you were still getting used to them), knowing the scars you've suffered, though he doesn't comment.

You clear your throat, "What is it?"

Jake fidgets, then a look of dawning overcomes his features (you assume that it has something to do with him being Olo'Eyktan and fidgeting like a guilty child). He quickly straightens his posture and squares his shoulder. "I wanted to ask you if you'd take over Takuk's position - be my right hand...woman."

Your eyes widen at his words, feeling inexplainable dread. Tightly hidden insecurities dawn on your entire being, causing you to freeze. Were you strong enough to take on such responsibility? 

Yes, you had fought alongside Toruk Makto, but that was pure adrenaline pumping through your veins. Now, you feel as if you're looking at yourself in third person, viewing your life in scrutiny to nitpick every detail that makes you think you don't deserve this position. The only word you can choke out in this realization is; "Why?"

Jake's ears fold and his tail lowers, "Because you're the strongest warrior I know. You're logical, and have insane knowledge on tactics my thick skull can't understand - I want someone like you on my side."

I want someone like you on my side.

His words echo around your head when you simply nod your head, mind swiveling in all the praise and admiration.

"Of course, this also means we have to get along with each other."

Jake's words cause your tail to coil around your leg. "I thought we were already doing that..." you frown, heart stuttering. 

Had your time in Vitraya Ramonung meant nothing? You distinctly remember comforting Toruk Makto in times of need and forming an unspoken understanding. Was it that you simply drank too much, and fantasized the entirety of the interaction?

After fighting alongside him in a war, spiteful feeling were completely forgotten - at least on your part. Though, as you gaze at him, they forge from entirely different feelings that you won't even dare think. 

"Oh?" Jake smiles, fangs greeting you in mocking. They remind you just how handsome and shiny he is, and then of course, how unreachable he became. "I thought you didn't like me, sweets."

Your head tilts at the unfamiliar yet weirdly intimate nickname. "I don't hate you, JakeSully. It is only that..."

"Yeah, of course." Jake shakes his head, taking a step forward. You still keep an assured distance between your two bodies. "I understand we don't see eye to eye, but we can learn to get along for the sake of the clan."

You hum, for the sake of the people. You shall accept this position for the people and the people only. 

The people could've looked after themselves just fine.

For the past two months, you have done nothing but train, theorize, plan - repeat. Days are spent tracking new hunting trails, amplifying defenses, aiding to the needs of the people, any many more impossibly dull activities that have you knocked out before your head even hits your nest. Not to mention something you like you like to call, Moat duty.

The name of the activity is much less interesting than the actual occasion. Helping the Tsahik and her herd of healers was heaps fun because they'd let you roam free and touch around the herbs and clutters of equipment - experimenting new medicinal techniques only you could understand since you were barely trained in the art, and only there to deliver supplies. 

This new arrangement meant spending time with Tsakarem, Neytiri. She had staked her claim on Jake quite clearly, and was assured that no one dare challenge her - this applied to you as well. She didn't see your feelings as a threat because she didn't see them at all. 

You had masked your affections towards Jake as distate and dug a grave for them in doing so, burying them alive. Clan members praised you for maturely tolerating Jake's presence and being his trusted aid - it was far from the truth.

You longed for him. The night in Vitraya Ramonung had only amplified your feelings for the man - remembering how ethereal he looked, gazing at you with soft eyes, you were positively giddy at the memory.

This notion had only caused a larger inner-turmoil. Why was it that you tortured yourself, rather than just be out with it? What could go wrong if you marched up to the man, confessed how deeply you crave him, then kissed his incredibly plush-looking ones that probably taste like yovo fruit and love. 

Oh yes, your pride. 

Besides, your relationship was now strictly professional. You didn't have time to prance around in your lovesick ways. You had responsibilities to the clan and to him.

Which is how you and Neytiri formed an unusual friendship. She didn't know your affections for Jake but still approached you with hesitancy. You had to reassure her that Jake would never see you as more than an aid, and that you didn't stand a chance against her anyways. This declaration warmed her right up, chatting with you animatedly about her tsakarem duties each time you visited.

This newfound arrangement with the healers did lessen the dull ache of being consumed in clan duties - but responsibilities always catch up to poke and prod at you, or rather, Jake.

Seated on a plush cushion in the heart of hometree where duties of importance are carried out, you carve a gathering list for the new cycle when a thunk alerts you. A group of younglings are sat around a distant fire, chatting amongst themselves. Gatherers are scattered about, ready to scavenge eclipse specialties. 

You're otherwise alone in kelutral, the orange glow of fire exuding dimly around the vast opening. Notes of evergreen and birch smoke waft across Jake's chest when he sits infront of you, and if you weren't sitting down, you'd probably have toppled over at his scent.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks, nonchalant. This was another issue you had with him, even though he was your leader, he acted way too relaxed around you. At first, clan duty consumed him. He was overpreapered for everything, ensuring protection all across Omaticaya acreage if the Skyepople were to strike again. Though, they never did. 

After the war Jake had ensured they left Eywa's child, never to return. You assured yourself every night that they cannot get you anymore. Living in fear accomplishes nothing, thus, slowly going back to the flow of life was easy for you.

Although, Jake was overworked and over-worried. Tsu'tey vowed his position to Jake as he laid dying - the young warrior was thrusted into a responsibility he wasn't trained for. Jake struggled to keep his promise and it was evident, he was trying his best to live up to Eytukan and Tsu'tey. 

You sat him down one eclipse and told him that over-preparing would be a waste of resources - of course with an intricately crafted, logical explanation to persuade him. Since then, he slowly started to ease, leaning on your support to ground him when he panics. This was why he had chosen you as his aid - you were sent to stabilize his erratic ways, Eywa deemed it so.

Now though, he was finally adjusting to his position. He had grown confident in his abilities to lead, and his presence had grown demanding and mighty. You felt strangely proud, having seen him when he was only a scared vrrtep.

His tail flickers around as you halt your thoughts before they hit territory you do not want to explore, instead focusing on Olo'Eyktan. You merely hum, continuing your carving with the sharpest end of your blade.

"Aight, fine then, you asked for this..." Jake pauses to think, then continues, surely having found something incredibly threatening. "I'll tickle you."

You shake your head in disbelief, glancing at him with an incredulous look before going back to swiping your blade on the piece of wood. Jake knows very well that you're not ticklish.

You see him frown from the corner of your eye, "I get it." he quickly regains his grin. "Our connection is deeper than words."

You can't help the chuckle that escapes you, finally stopping your cross hatching. You hand the wood to Jake, then simply say, "Meal plan, dork."

Jake carefully takes the plate with a wide grin. "I see you have picked up on my lingo."

You frown, crossing your arms. How dare he- "I don't have anything of yours!"

Jake slaps his knee with one hand, laughing loudly. You're quick to sush him, reminding him that the clan is deep in slumber.

"No! God, you kill me sometimes." he chuckles, though quieter this time.

At his words, a look of pure horror flashes your features, which only makes Jake laugh more.

"Jakesooly, if you don't tell me what this lingo means, I shall flail you around with that scrawny tail of yours!"

Jake suddenly shuts up, gulping in terror at the prospect. "Sorry ma'am." he says, tone mock strick. "It just means you're using my alien language - you're gettin' used to hearing it."

"I suppose," you nod, "We don't have many lingo in Na'vi. Your language is funny."

Jake only smiles at your words, looking at you with feelings you can't quite dissect. He looks at you like the way your niece Aëteyna looks at Atokirina, mesmerized - the realization creates a deep, gaping hole in your stomach. You clear your throat, tail thumping once on the ground.

"Speak Na'vi with me, sxkawng." 

Jake's bottom lip curls as he stands up, towering over your relaxed frame. "Don't wanna," he retorts and puts his hands on his hips.

Standing up, you mirror your pose with frustrated sigh. "Wiyah! You are like baby." 

"Only for you," he muses, suddenly switching to Na'vi. 

What he actually means is, he can only be a little shit towards you - his words, not yours - because if he did it to anyone else, they'd probably pluck his eyes out. You, however, are rather amused with his antics (although you'd never admit it). Sadly, it seems the man has discovered your soft spot, and was using it to his benefit.

You're about to smack his hip with your tail when Jake stills. His playful aura completely diminishes, being replaced with something more stoic and professional. His presence overpowers your senses and makes you almost cower at his tall stance but you keep your composure.

"How could I forget..." his jaw clenches, and you take a tentative step backwards to let him think. With a heart sputtering growl, he kneels down next to the fire. You follow suit, suddenly worried.

"Tarsem discovered human machines not far from base. They seem abandoned, but we can't know for sure." 

You nod, careful to approach the subject. You opt to staying silent until he finishes.

"I think we should use it to our benefit - the guns, grenades, resources. It'll strengthen us, give us manpower."

You pause for a moment. What he suggests isn't a bad idea at all, yet using the resources that destroyed your home feels like a betrayal. You're caught between duty and heart, "The people - they won't react well."

Jake nods, "I know, we just gotta get them used to it."

"Jakesooly, this will need new resource planning. The entire plan!" you complain, tiredness seeping out of your eyes and making your head drowsy.

Jake sighs, "I know sweetheart, but if we work together we can do it."

You groan, massaging your temple. Jake frowns, yet he stands unwavering. He's set on this idea, and when he's set on something, he won't stop until he achieves it - you had to learn this the hard way. "Who else have you told?"

"Besides Tarsem, just you. I wanted to hear your thoughts first..." Jake's voice is so soft that you have to lean in closer to hear him. 

You give him a hum of acknowledgment for his wise decision - lest he sprung it upon the people during dinner time, you really would flail him around with his tail. "It is not a bad idea, but..." you trail off, unsure.

Jake puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder and you fight the urge the shiver. Physical contact with Jake is kept to a minimal, almost never occurring. The only time you touched his soft skin was at Vitraya Ramonung, and even that was  a short instance.

"But?" Jake asks.

You turn your gaze to him, "It feels...wrong."

Jake's silence stretches between you two. His tail is flailing around again, indicating that he's deep in thought. After some time, he settles on; "It should feel wrong. It's only natural."

Your ears raise at his words.

"What I mean is," he continues. "The sky-people put you through so much pain, using their equipment would be hard."

You nod, heart fluttering when he softly says your name. He removes his hand from your shoulder and you ache for his warmth. 

"It's the only way we can win against them. They will come back, stronger than ever. If we know what we're up against we could take em' on again. I was a warrior for the jarhead clan, yes, but I'm no scientist. I know nothin' about those clunks of metal."

Jake looks at you with utter desperation, arms open and eyes pleading. Relenting, you let his words sink in. If the skypeople were to come back you don't know how you would cope. The notion is horrifying, so you simply let out a weak, "Okay," before rising to your full height.

Jake follows suit, warmth exuding from his strong body. Your legs feel positively weak under his unrelentless gaze - how were you the strongest warrior when Jake could've easily demolished you with a single touch?

"It is late, Olo'Eyktan Jake. This topic...we will discuss it later on, tomorrow," you say, hoping to escape from his electrifying frame. 

You couldn't think properly about the discovered clunk of metal when his yellow eyes are half lidded, cheeks tinted purple from the fire's warmth, and his soft yet bulky body looks mouth watering. He was burlier than Omaticaya men due to his tawtute origins, and the prospect of such a thick, warm body makes your head spin. You have to pinch your thigh to keep yourself at bay - he was absolutely ravishing. 

"Later?" Jake mumbles, suddenly switching to a playful tone. "That's too long."

You roll your eyes, trying to calm your embarrassingly fast heart. Your stupid feelings were acting quite ravenous today, and you felt nothing but shame. Trying to ease the tension, you joke; "Jakesooly, you are stubborn."

"Exactly how Toruk Makto needs to be." he muses, his hands on his incredibly slim and toned hips again. His v-line portrudes with a small bulge of his lower belly - soft and delicious. You sigh, gaze fluttering, but hide it by clearing your throat at his awful joke.

"We are both tired, we shall retreat and have a clearer mind tomorrow."

Jake takes a step forward, "I'm not talkin' about that, sweetheart."

Your breath hitches, "You are a sxkawng. It will always be a mystery how so many women desire you." 

The moment your lie slips, you wince. Jake, standing before you, was proof in itself why women sought him out. This thought makes your fists clench and teeth grit.

Jake rolls his eyes, "Everyone but you, it seems." he mumbles, frowning. 

He must be teasing you again. You're quick to move the attention from yourself, "Speaking of women, you should mate with someone soon. The clan is without tsahik."

Jake lets out a grunt of disapproval, "Why is it that I have to mate with a healer. The clan already has enough of those, and Moat's got it covered."

You laugh at him, "It is the way, Jake."

"I know I know," he rolls his eyes, head swiveling. "I get enough of this from Tarsem and Takuk. I don't need it from you too."

You tilt your head in a nod that displays your apology, but you're quick to grin. "Neytiri is seeking you out often, hm?" You tilt your head the other way with a teasing smile, taking a step forward with open arms. Your newfound attitude takes you by surprise, but it's the only way you can think of to mask your frustration.

Talking about Neytiri would probably be your end - the thought of them together, mating. Neytiri was kind and a great tsakarem, she would serve the clan well. You can only tease Jake as the aftertaste of this gut wrenching realization settles in.

Jake, however, visibly splutters at your teasing closeness, probably never really experiencing this side of you.

Your grin turns into a smirk, sly and taunting - one of which hides your urge to burst into tears. Jake takes a step backwards as you advance at him, "Look at you, you're blushing!" you shout in Na'vi.

Jake growls, "I'm not blushing because of that."

You scoff, holding a finger up. "Don't try to lie to me Jakesooly, I can see right through you." 

"You-" Jake starts, furious and flustered. "Damn, not as much as you thought then, sweetheart!" 

"What is it that’s making you this color?" You take another big step forward, anticipating his response. He looks all flushed and embarrassed like this, it's adorable. You just want to poke and prod at him until he breaks down.

"Because," he starts, words dying. "Because you-"

He takes another step back, and you take it as your que to follow. "Come on, narlor 'evan. Why are you all shy now?" you say, hoping he still hasn't learnt what narlor means. 

You don't know what keeps fueling this sudden confidence of yours, but perhaps it's the urge to prod into Jake and Neytiri's relationship. If he confirms it himself, assures their courtship and confesses that he's in love with Neytiri, you're certain you'll be able to get over him.

It's a painful but necessary step.

However, Jake's face merely heats more, back hitting the trunk of hometree. You raise your chin at him, arms open and taunting.

"I never knew you were this sly!" he cries out your name in shock, using his hand as a fan to cool his face. 

You laugh at his antics, shrugging. "Come on, don't hold back on me Jake, speak!" you demand, your face closing in on his before you realize how close you are, and step back a little. 

Jake stares at you for a beat, completely frozen. He twitches, then lets out a grunt before suddenly pouncing on you. You don't realize what's happening until JakeSully is hugging you. 

It's his warmth that alerts you, you don't know if it's because he sat by the fire too long, or because he's simply embarrassed to be inflicting such an intimate form of affection, but he's burning. His muscles, all firm yet soft, dig into all the right places; strong biceps pressed to your back, the soft flesh of his chest smothering you to see stars around your eyelids, and his delicious abdomen pressing against your stomach. 

The skin to skin contact makes you dizzy. You've spent nights wondering the differences of his dreamwalker body - it's the strangely soft yet firm. Jake's frame almost consumes you, engulfing you in his scent and protection.

It's hard to keep upright and you're sure your legs stopped working. If it wasn't for his tight hold, your legs would betray you, and you don't even feel mad about it. He presses you into his incredibly delicious chest which causes you to breath him. His hot, plush skin that smells of wind, musk and vetiver - it's enough to make a woman feral. 

Of course, confused is an understatement. You don't know what compelled Jake to plunge you into his body so intimately but you're thanking it. Perhaps it was your merciless teasing which was way past your rank - he's Olo'Eyktan, you scold yourself. The reality of the situation floods in, but theres nothing else you can do other than loop your shaking arms around him, trying to embed his body into your memory. 

"Jake?" your voice comes out as nothing but a pathetic rasp. You can feel Jake's heavy breathing against your skin, his chest rising and falling in deep, labored breaths. He stutters for a moment, and you feel him gulp against your collar. 

He takes a deep, long breath - one that makes you question if you bathed today. You close your eyes, not resisting in the slightest. 

This must be what bliss feels like. This was like meeting Eywa and letting her engulf you in her love - but Jake's embrace was far from Eywa's motherly grasp. He was an intense desire you've been crazing since the moment you set your eyes on him, and supressing this desire had done nothing but enrage it.

Jake's tail trashes, "I-" he starts, voice broken. He quickly removes himself from you, looking at you with wide eyes. "Good night," is all he mutters before quickly walking away.

It's not until two eclipses later that you see Jake. 

It seems the Olo'Eyktan was busy ignoring you the better half of his days, while the latter was spent reorganizing resource management in awkward silence. You were thankful for Tarsem, Nel'yan and other few clan associates for their involvement in the reiteration plans because the tense air was suffocating. His attitude painfully itched and poked at your poor, shriveled heart. When Jake hugged you he wreaked all the protective barriers you've spent years carefully building, and left you with the all-consuming feeling of worry.

The questions that swarm your head lead to one conclusions; he must regret hugging you. It wasn't the hug, but that he got so close to your kuru. His wandering hands had captured your kuru when they winded around your body and pressed you against his chest. He had rubbed the tightly knit braid that kept the soft skin of your kuru safe, and you could merely let him with buckled knees and ragged breaths.

Your eyes glaze over at the memory, and you don't notice that you and Jake are alone in the small marui this eclipse. You were so caught up over your thoughts that you didn't realize you had finished for the night. A large board of wood lays on the leather mat, cross hatched into an unrecognizable mess to the naked eye. Although, you know the figures by heart, so you merely hum and stand up. Too scared to glance at your Olo'Eyktan, you busy yourself by gathering your materials and putting them back into their respected places. 

"I am finished, Olo'Eyktan."

You hear Jake's breath hitch as your ears flicker. It's soft but effective and your stomach churns. 

"Alright," he replies, not stopping his working hands. You finally find the courage to look at him, but when you suddenly raise your head, Jake is quick to look down. He grunts as he drags his knife on the trunk, leaving wood shavings in his wake.

"I shall take my leave," You quickly stride towards the opening, "Goodni-"

"Wait!" Jake has finally risen from his position, one arm reaching towards your direction.

"Yes?" you raise your head, waiting for your superior's command.

"I need erm," he snaps his four fingered hand once, twice, until he points at you. "More plates. I messed up mine."

Hesitantly, you nod. Jake was more than capable of retrieving the wooden plates himself, as they were only two steps away from his position. Alas, as Olo'Eyktan requests, you reach for a few plates then hand them over.

You quickly mutter a goodnight, ready to leave, when Jake's calling of your name halts you in your step. You turn to ask what it is that he requires now.

"I'm a little hungry," he says, rubbing his belly. "Can you bring me some yovo fruit?"

You can merely give him an incredulous look as you unseath your dagger from your satchel and walk towards the flap of the marui. When you decided to aid Jake in his duties, this was not what you had in mind. You desperately want to object - and perhaps in any other circumstances you would - but going against Jake meant you needed to interact with him longer than ten seconds, which your thumping little heart couldn't take.

You pick a few yovo fruit from the clearing and toss them into the marui. The soft umph sound from Jake makes you smirk, feeling all too prideful for accidentally hitting him. 

Entering the marui again, you finally start to pack up. "Goodnight," you mutter before a hand clasps your arm. 

"Wait," Jake breathes shakily, "Erm, I need a few leaves to wrap around the plates."

You huff in annoyance, ripping your arm around him. "As you wish." you reply, though your tone has venomous undertones ready to burst. He was making you do footwork in a time such as this. 

You grab a few, rather smaller than desirable, kelutral leaves and bunch them together. Fastening your pace, you place them on Jake's side and quickly put away the remaining of your stuff. Jake doesn't interject, but merely watches you with an expression you cannot dissect. 

"If there is nothing else, Jakesooly, I am to leave."  your tone is assured and firm now, giving him a once over. 

Just as you're about to leave, Jake's quick strides catch up to you. His hand stops your shoulder, and you harshly turn, seething. You don't even notice how close you're standing, but surely Jake must have with you letting out gusts of fire through your nose. 

"Enough of this, Jakesooly! If you want someth- umpfh!"

A pair of soft lips; balmy, soft skin that smell of herbs. Your head explodes with senses, eyes blown out, body frozen in time. Jake's hands tightly squeeze your sides as he keeps you in place, lips locked tightly on yours. He doesn't move, and neither do you. You've stopped functioning all together, heart ready to thump out of your chest.

Jake pulls away but keeps his hands on your shoulders. He looks at you with wide eyes, tinted cheeks and a plumped mouth - he was obscenely attractive in his Olo'Eyktan garments. The only sounds in the marui are his braids crinkling together and the crackling of the fire.

"I'm sorry - I should have asked..."

You smash your lips onto his with burning fervor. His arms immediately wrap around you as he kisses you back. His hold is tight and firm, pressing you into his body with intense greed, though it's not needed - you're clutching on him like you've gone mad; like if you were to part from him, this would all become a distant memory. So you don't let go, tangling your fingers into his braids and softly gripping them, angling his face to your liking. 

"F-fuck." he groans out, struggling to catch his breath but hungrily going back in for more wet, peppered kiss. You can merely shiver at his reactions while running your other hand down the expanse of his back, to his small, band adorned waist. The panes of his back are strong with crevices you yearn to explore, and you can feel them gyrate against your fingertips when his wandering hands palm your waist, then the small of your back. His touch is electrifying as he feels your body with great ardour. 

His lips are wet and warm and, Eywa - you can't bring yourself to pull away. His lips taste almost sweet and you feel yourself drowning in him.

Your breath turns into desperate huffs when he opens your mouth with his and slowly licks his way in. The delicious taste of his tounge and yovo fruit buckle your knees, and Jake is quick to catch you. His strong bicep tuck under your bottom and he palms your thigh to keep you tightly against him. His calloused hands are squeezing your thighs and smoothing up and down your back - it's enough to make you completely lose yourself. 

With a deep grumble that bubbles from your throat, you completely push your body against him, trusting him to keep you upright completely. Both his arms close around your bottom, rougly squeezing it against his abdomen. You flinch at his action, his hands are so big and strong as they knead at your skin. It makes your stomach erupt in fireworks, and you hungrily try to kiss him back. 

Unfortunately, it becomes too hard to breath. You pull away to gasp for air but Jake doesn't approve. He closes in on you the moment you put some distance, hungrily chasing your lips with a whine. "No." he croaks, firm. "More..." 

And more you give him. You kiss his lips, softly grazing his tongue with yours, then explore around his mouth with tender kisses. He lowers his head into the crevice of your neck and breathes your skin - you feel his chest expand obscenely. His inhale leads to a guttural groan until he suddenly lets go, almost ripping himself away from you.

You can merely look at him in confusion, dazed. Why had he stopped? Did he not enjoy it? You don't know if you could handle that answer right.

The look of pure desperation Jake gives you makes all your insecurities wash away. "I-" he heaves, closing in on you once again. He doesn't meet your lips but clutches on your body like a young child with their first bow. "I wanna wait 'till tomorrow to mate with you, but I don't think I can. Please..." he whispers your name, and you can see his ears point down and his tail reach around you to wrap around your waist. 

His words completely knock the breath out of you. He wanted you as his mate? How could this possibly- Were you interpreting his actions wrong all this time? 

A wave of hot embarassment passes through you, and you suddenly feel the need to sit down. Of course he was going to be your muntxa, he had to be after kissing you like that.

Jake sits with you, concern written on his face. "You okay, angel?" he grabs his cup of ar'lek tea Moat had brewed him for his headache, and hands it to you. 

It's still fairly hot and you look down at it. The small cup looks minuscule held in his hands, and you gulp, remembering how those hands had cupped such an intimate part of your body. You can feel the flush that kisses your cheeks with the though, and you're quick to turn away the tea.

He softly says your name, "Is it too soon?" he asks, then suddenly retracts. "Oh...son of a bitch, I didn't even ask-" frustrated, he runs a hand through his braids. "I'm such a dumbass, good going Jake!"

He physically deflates, and your heart squeezes. You're quick to put an arm around him and press a kiss to his cheek. Jake drunkenly cups where your lips had once been and gives you a goofy smile. You can't help but chuckle at him. "I want to be your mate Jake. I have wanted it when I first met you."

Jake visibly perks up, "Wha- I thought you hated me!" 

"No, sxkawng!" you huff, "I wanted to have your heart, but you hated me!"

"I could never hate you. I tried, jesus I really did." he groans, and you frown at his words. Flicking his head with your tail, you cross your arms. 

Jake reaches out and uncrosses your arms, then takes your hands in his. His welcoming warmth melts you forward as you lean closer to his body. "You tried to kill me when we first met and I went ahead and fell in love with you." he chuckles lowly.

You guiltily look down with a small smile tugging your lips. What he says is inherently true, but what were you supposed to do? You were confused at why your body was reacting so strangely to a vrrtep.

"Oh, my love," Jake cups your hands and brings them to his mouth. "The past doesn't matter. Just forget about everything. What matters is, do you want me? Because I want you, so much," he whispers, pained. "And if you reject me now, I don't think I'll be able to handle it."

You shake your head, "I want you Jake. I see you,"

The smile that graces Jake's lips is nothing short of beautiful, and you smile with him. He takes a deep, shuddering breath and kisses your knuckles. "I see you," he breathes with a whisper of your name. "We need to mate before Eywa. I want to do this the right way. I want to cherish you."

You nod, heart bursting with joy. You're almost giddy, quivering in your seat to finally have the man you desired for long nights. "Then we mate before Eywa, come." 

You stand up with Jake following behind, then connect your foreheads for a brief moment. "Race you to spirit tree," you laugh, then quickly run out the marui. Jake yells your name with a chuckle and follows. 

Bonus;

You feel like a changed woman the next breakfast. Sitting with your family and chatting animatedly to everyone, a tap on your shoulder alerts you. You look back to see Neytiri expecting you with a wide smile.

You quickly stand up, ready to apologize but she sushes you. "Sister, I heard." she grins. "Finally! It was getting painful seeing you desire him but saying nothing."

You can merely gape at her words. "But you-"

"What I felt is long gone, do not worry." she says, then pulls you into her warm embrace. "It was getting pathetic watching him fawn over you." 

You smirk at her words as she pulls away. Glancing at the Olo'eyktan, he drops his fruit when he catches your inspecting eyes. After nodding to your family, you let Neytiri drag you to the circle which your friends and Jake have created - surely to discuss clan duty.

As you sit down, Jake cannot take his eyes off of you. His food is long forgotten as his arms stay limp by his sides. Tarsem scoffs at the man, then in oddly pitched voice, "She never looks at me, oh I'm going to die alone and wrinkly! Oh- my poor heart, she just smiled!"

The group around you howls with laughter as Jake huffs, although the small smile on his lips tells you that this isn't the first time they're poking fun at the Olo'eyktan's affections.

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Against the odds

Chapter Seven - Harsh Reality

a/n: So many things are happening here...

Word Count: 4,9k

Warnings for this Chapter: thirst, suggestive smut/light smut, swear words, angst, the publicity...

Masterlist

Coming home after a long day of work with a frozen pizza waiting for you in the freezer was amazing. Coming home after a long day of work with your boyfriend - who was none other than Tom Hiddleston, standing in the kitchen, half naked and cooking one of your favourite dishes was even better, wasn't it? Well, that was exactly the scene you were walking into.

Tom had a day off today, 'cause every scene which got filmed today didn't involve him. It were a lot of scenes with you and a few other co-stars, especially Jeff Goldblum since he played your father. All in all, went shooting 'The Moralizer' pretty good. You were almost finished, only had a month of filming left.

Now, you were finally at home - well, Tom's home and found him in the kitchen. He stood in front of the stove, apparently stirring something in a pot, which smelled absolutely delicious. Tom wore nothing but a pair of black boxers - for whatever reason. It was quite a scene to behold. You were not complaining at all and would've lied, if you were claiming that this wasn't quite a hot view... He hadn't noticed you yet, though, so you allowed yourself a selfish moment and leaned against the door frame, ogling the gorgeous Brit shamelessly from bottom to the top. Bare feet standing on the tiled kitchen floor, holding the trained body upright. His calves were strong and muscly, just like his delicious, thick thighs. The boxers sat snugly around his hips and ass, literally holding on for dear life. The muscles in his bare back were on full display, as they strained and flexed under his movements - just like his defined arms and biceps. You bit your lip. Gods, you thought. That man was literally sex on legs… And the best thing about it? He was all yours. Licking your lips, you approached him, gently wrapping your arms around his strong torso. Tom flinched a bit at the sudden contact, "Hi, baby." but relaxed immediately at the sound of your voice.

"Hello, darling. Wrapped up filming for today?" "Uh.Huh." You tried to look past him, see what he was cooking. "What are you cooking, Tommy?" "Lasagna. Just finished preparing the sauce. I just need to stack everything up and shove it in the oven. Then we can eat." You pressed your cheek against his warm shoulder blade, inhaling his scent. He must've showered... That was why he only wore a pair of boxershorts. "And how long is it going to take?" A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Are you hungry, darling?" "Quite a bit yeah, but..." You paused in your sentence to let your hands travel lower to the front of his thighs, rubbing them up and down. "Not just for Lasagna..." Tom's demeanour suddenly shifted, as he realised what you insisted - and your hands so dangerously close to his crotch seemed to trigger something inside him. "Oh yeah?" You nodded. "Uh.Huh." "Would you like to have dessert before the main course?" Your lips started to ghost over his upper back, leaving a trail of small, hot kisses behind. "Do we have enough time for dessert, before the main course is ready, babe?" An audible gasp left Tom's lips. Your seductive voice, combined with the touch of your hands and lips on his skin caused his boxershorts to grow incredibly tight. "Are forty minutes enough time, Milady?" A grin spread on your lips - something Tom wasn't able to see. "That'll do." You stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. Another chuckle escaped Tom's lips, before he quickly finished preparing the Lasagna and shoved it into the oven. He set the small alarm clock and put it on the table, turning to face you with a smug smirk. "Time is running." Only now did you realise, that he wore glasses – which were making him even sexier than he already was and turning your legs into jelly. You smirked up to him, grabbing him by his boxer shorts. "Then let's not waste it." You pulled him after yourself towards the bedroom, all the while kissing him passionately.

You two literally stumbled into the room, limbs tangled together and lips sealed together. Hitting the edge of the bed, you gave Tom a quick, firm push, causing him to fall onto the soft mattress. Now he laid in front of you, chest heaving from the deep, ragged breaths he was taking. Abdominal muscles contracting due to the heavy breathing. His glasses were shifted; hair a total mess - and his arousal was straining more than just obviously against his pants. Your insides almost exploded at that sight. How could a man be that hot? You didn't even realise, that you were staring, literally eye-fucking him, until Tom started to chuckle. "Like what you see?" You blinked. "How could I not?" Another chuckle. "Well, then come on, darling. Dessert is waiting for you." You didn't let yourself tell that twice, of course. Within seconds, you got rid of your jeans and sweater and crawled on the bed, now hovering above your boyfriend. Your hands were all over his body, as you enjoyed the delicious look of your 'dessert'. Mapping out his broad and strong torso, worshipping his pecs and abs, all the way down to the hem of his boxers. Looping your fingers underneath the fabric, to pull them down his ridiculously long legs. By now, your mouth literally had started to water - something Tom noticed, of course. Just like the look in your eyes. He smiled, tangling his hand in your hair. "Bon appétit, baby."

"Okay guys, I just wanted to remind you, that our PR Colleen, is going to shoot the TikTok Live video we were talking about, to give the people a few looks of the set and all the people working here. I don't know what she has exactly planned, but prepare to get involved." Anne said, before turning to face you and Tom. "Especially you two, Tom and Y/N. I think I don't have to explain why." The cast and crew nodded and agreed, thankful for the reminder. This was announced to take place when you had the first read - so quite a few months ago. Hardly anybody still thought of it. "Alright. Ten-minute break!" The circle, in which the whole crew stood around Anne dissolved and everybody went his way for the break. You and Tom as well, heading for the food tent to get a small snack. You were positively hungry; shooting since 5 a.m. in the morning, with nothing but a quick bowl of muesli. Now it was 11 a.m. and your stomach demanded some food, but an apple for the both of you had to do for now. Lunch was scheduled at 1 p.m.

After another round of filming and the long-awaited lunch, you headed with Tom inside the studio for the rest of the break. Shooting went well at this day and since you started this early, you were finished around 4 p.m.

"Alexander..." You practically fake moaned, while trying to shove Tom away from you, while he had you trapped against the small desk, kissing and sucking your neck. "Not now, not here. The process starts in ten minutes. I have to go in court." Tom - aka Alexander just ignored you, like he had to and instead pulled up your tight, black skirt and hoisted you up on the said desk, stepping in between your legs to 'block the view'. "A-Alex..." You desperately 'tried' to get out of this situation. "We can't. If someone sees us..." The director gave you a signal, letting you know that this was the moment, where Victoria would hear somebody approaching the tiny office. "Fuck." You cursed and pushed Tom entirely away from you - he let you, because the script told him to. The scene ended with you frantically fixing your skirt and blouse, as the sound of the door getting ripped open echoed through the set. "And cut!" Anne announced, before she started to clap. "Wonderful work today, guys!"

After another short speech from the friendly woman, you and Tom headed for the trailers to get out of costume and make up. "You did that last scene so perfectly." Tom said with a smile. "Thanks, but I think that scene was very difficult." The Brit's eyebrows lifted. "Really, darling? Why's that?" "Well, how am I supposed to resist you, huh? When you kiss me like that and try to seduce me with that sexy, evil smile! Gods, I was one second away from just starting to rip your clothes off!" Tom chuckled. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but that's my job." "Pft." You scoffed, but couldn't help but giggle as well. When you reached the trailers, you split up and agreed to meet later again. "Meet me outside the make-up trailer?" "Sure, darling." While you and your boyfriend were getting out of costume, Colleen arrived on the set and prepared everything for the TikTok Live stream. Little did you know that meeting Tom outside the trailer was going to light the blue touchpaper...

Tom awoke the following morning before you, tickled awake by the sunlight. Deciding to stand up, Tom swung his legs over the edge of the bed and got up. Tiptoeing out of the spacious room, in order not to wake you, he made his way towards his kitchen to prepare breakfast. Though, the man made a quick stop at the bathroom and slipped in a pair of fresh boxers and loose grey sweatpants. Therefore, that it was Saturday, both you and him didn't need to be in a hurry to get to work today. Switching on the coffee machine, he grabbed his phone and turned on the WIFI. It wasn't uncommon for the Brit to have a ton of text messages - mostly from his family, friends or well, Luke. Lots of emails weren't abnormal, too, but the amount of Twitter and Instagram notifications shocked him quite a bit. Tom didn't even know why. With a frown, he opened Instagram and saw the dozens of comments underneath his last post. His eyes scanned the said comments, reading what the people had to say. The lot of them were pretty much the same, coursing around one specific topic... Your relationship.

'Tom and Y/N are really together now???'

'You and Y/N are such a sweet couple!'

'They are together? Really? Oh god no...'

'Well... Better than Taylor.'

It was utterly confusing to Tom. Why did the whole world suddenly know about this? They were so careful and adamant to keep this private, because they both knew how toxic the social media and press could be, and now that? But then he stumbled across the next comments...

'I knew the rumours were true and now we have the proof!'

'I don't think they meant to make this public... It was an accident.'

'C'mon, guys! Let 'em be! They seemed so happy in that video!'

Proof? Video? What were they talking about? The answer to his question got literally slapped into his face, as soon as he opened Twitter. The actor's explore tab was literally flooded by snippets of the TikTok livestream the team's PR had been filming yesterday. Tom couldn't help but to click on one of the posted videos, causing his eyes to widen in shock. In the scene could be seen Colleen, of course. She was talking about the movie and set. Everything seemed normal, but then... She turned to face the trailers and suddenly two people appeared in the background, dressed in normal clothes, hugging and kissing each other. The Brit's eyes widened in shock. The two people were you and him. There was no mistaking. It was as clear as daylight and completely obvious. Yours and Tom's face clearly recognisable. "Fuck..." Tom cursed under his breath and squeezed his eyes shut. How could you and him be so... reckless? You both acted headless, knew very well that your PR agent was going to make a sightseeing tour through the set. Colleen definitely wasn't the one to blame for this... You and Tom had brought this upon yourself, being the two idiots in love you were. But one thing was certain... You were absolutely not going to like this. He just hoped that the world was kind to you now...

"Y/N?" Tom knocked gently on the bathroom door, after he had heard you getting up over an hour ago and heading for the bathroom. It wasn't unusual for you to take your time in the morning, but that you didn't come out after such a long time, started to slightly worry him. He received no answer. "Darling, are you alright?" Still no answer. "Can I come in?" No response. Tom pondered on what to do. Usually, he wouldn't just invade your privacy, despite the fact that he was your boyfriend, but this had something to do with respect - at least that was what the Brit thought. But now, that he didn't get an answer and didn't know if you were okay or not, he was conflicted. When he was on the verge of just turning around and walking away, he suddenly heard some muffled cries, coming from the inside of the room. That was when Tom threw his 'good manners' of respecting privacy over board for once and literally stormed into the bathroom. He found you sitting on the floor, leaned against the heater. You were hugging your legs to your chest and had your face buried in your thighs. You were audibly crying; sobs wrecking your delicate body - and suddenly Tom had a very bad feeling.

He approached you cautiously, slowly - not to startle you and squatted down in front of you. "Y/N, love..." The worried Brit addressed you in a gentle voice; almost whispering. "What's wrong?" Tom then asked and placed a big hand on your side, stroking with his thumb over the clothed skin there. You didn't answer him right away. When you noticed his presence, you literally lunged forwards to hug him, almost causing the man to tip over, but he caught himself and you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace. He sat down on the floor, with your body clinging to him like a koala to a palm tree. Hot tears started to wet his bare skin, as you buried your head in the crook of his neck. "T-They know, T-Tom..." You mumbled. "T-They know..." The man knew of course exactly what you meant. "I know, love, I know - and I'm so sorry." Another sob wrecked your body, as the next wave of tears rolled down your cheeks at the dreadful thoughts, running through your mind. It was like a déjà-vu for you... The publicity was getting whiff of it, it was raining mostly hate comments and the press criticised you - and in the end destroying everything, ruining whatever it was for you. It seemed like everything you did and every decision you made was a thorn in the publicity's side. No matter if professional or personal, you always seemed to do the wrong thing. It was like a curse. Perhaps it was, who knew?

"T-They are going t-to destroy it, T-Tommy... T-They are going t-to destroy us, I k-know it. It's always the s-same." You felt how your boyfriend vehemently shook his head. "No, they won't destroy this; us. They won't. I'm not going to let it happen, okay?" Now you were shaking your head. "They always do. It's j-just a matter of t-time." "No, Y/N. Not this time. What we have is wonderful, good... The publicity just needs to accustom to this. To us starring in a film together and falling in love in real life as well. They have to accustom to this, because I won't let you go." His words felt so warm and loving and promising. Your head didn't want to believe him, but the problem was, that your heart did - and that was your mind's downfall. "R-Really? Y-You think?" Tom nodded and pulled back to look into your red, glassy eyes. "Yes." He said with a soft smile, cupping your cheeks. "You're mine now - after all these years, you are finally mine and you'll always be." At those words your heart almost bursted from all the love you felt for this man. "I love you, darling." A soft smile grazed your lips. "I love you, too." Over the next days you purposefully stayed away from social media, distancing yourself from the toxic environment. Tom told you to - and it was the best decision. Although, you struggled at first a bit, having the urge to know what the people thought of you, especially after the lot of tabloids had released several photos of that TikTok livestream as well. But you made it and this 'detoxification' was like heart-balm. Your mind started to align with your heart, believing for the first time that this could really work out. Tom's positivity got to you as well, after he had started to read at least one positive comment written under his posts every day.

The lot of the publicity received it favourably, but a haunting figure from your past didn't...

After almost two week of your social media deprivation, you decided to get back to it. By now, the fuss about your and Tom's relationship had died down again. Sure, there were always people who had something to say, but it was much less than two weeks ago. Another thing Tom told you was to ignore the hate and not even bothering to read those comments. They weren't worth it, he had said. "Focus on the positivity and kindness of the people." That was a difficult thing for you as well, but you tried so hard and, in the end, mostly made it to not give a fuck. Things were suddenly looking better and you dared to say that you have never been this happy in a long time. Unfortunately, the next mistake was quickly made… A post. You just had the feeling to do this, because of all the lovely comments Tom had presented to you. The majority of his fans seemed to love and accept you, therefore you decided to do this. Be brave, you thought. Show the people that you're proud and happy and not ashamed.

Your mobile vibrated inside the pocket of your jeans, informing you about the incoming notification. You were currently sitting in the make-up trailer, so you had the time to check on it. Perhaps it was one of your brothers? Or your mum? It wasn't. Your face fell, when you saw the Instagram notification, telling you it was none other than Nate, leaving a comment under your post. You tried to resist the urge to read it, because you knew it was certainly nothing positive, but you couldn't. You had to know. So, you opened the app and made the next mistake to take a look...

'Screwing through the acting world now? Who's next after Hiddleston? Chris Evans? Andrew Garfield? Or maybe even Henry Cavill?'

You swallowed hard, felt the lump forming in your throat. Yes, Nate was your ex and an absolute asshole. You knew that you shouldn't give a fuck about his stupid and childish behaviour, but nevertheless... His comment didn't fail to hit you. Perhaps it was the fact how utterly sour this relationship had turned... From deeply in love to toxic hatred. But who knew? "Y/N?" You didn't even notice that Camille - your personal make-up artist called your name. "Y/N? You still with me?" You blinked and shook your head slightly. "Yes, sorry. I was in thoughts." "I noticed that. Everything okay?" You nodded, faking a smile. "Sure."

In fact, nothing was alright. His comment occupied you the whole day, 'causing you to just push yourself through acting today. Nobody noticed - except for one man... "Y/N?" Tom approached you after the scene he had just shot, wearing this incredibly tight suit he so often wore on set. You would praise the costume designers forever for this. "Hey." A soft smile graced your lips as you greeted him. "Is everything alright, darling? You seem to be so... absent-minded. Is something bothering you?" His handsome face was tinged with worry. A defeated sigh escaped your lips. You knew it was only a matter of time, until Tom was going to notice it. He always knew. He always noticed. "It's Nate... He commented the post I made a few days ago..." You could tell how Tom's demeanour immediately shifted. "What did he comment?" You took a deep breath, trying to hold back the upcoming tears. "Screwing through the acting world now? Who's next after Hiddleston? Chris Evans? Andrew Garfield? Or maybe even Henry Cavill?" You quoted Nate's comment; already knew it by heart. It had burnt itself into your memory. Tom scoffed in shock. "He commented that?" You nodded, unable to form words. "Who the hell does he think he is?! What a dick. I'm going to-" "No, please, no." You interrupted your boyfriend. "Whatever it is you wanted to say... No. When I learned one thing in the past months, then to better not hit back at him. Ignoring him is the best. Annoys him the most." Tom's oceanic blues pierced your Y/E/C ones. "Are you sure about this, darling?" Once again you nodded. "Yes. I-I'm just going to delete it." Now it was your boyfriend's turn to nod. "Alright..." You swallowed hard and looked away, not able to face Tom any longer. Nate's comment probably hurt you more than you thought... Mere seconds later, you felt two strong hands on your upper arms, gripping them gently. "Hey... Don't listen to him, darling. Don't let him get to you. He's a jerk. A jealous, frustrated, childish jerk. This utterance is absolute shit, and do you know why?" You lifted your head once again, glassy eyes facing him. "W-Why?" A sweet, soft smile appeared on Tom's face; love radiating in his blue orbs. "Because I will never let you go again." His words warmed your heart and lifted you out of your misery. He never failed to make you smile. Launching forwards, you wrapped your arms around him, literally clinging onto him. "Thanks, Tommy." You felt how he slid his arms around you as well, pulling you close. "Always."

Unfortunately, the small high didn't last long. Just as you crawled out of that dark hole again, you fell down the next, only two days later...

You and Tom had planned to have a romantic dinner tonight, since it was date night, but a short-term scheduled interview threw your plans over board. Instead of sitting in a cosy, private corner of a restaurant, with a glass of wine in your hands, you found yourself sitting on a director's chair with Tom beside you in one of the studios you were filming at. Great. Yes, you loved your newfound passion of being an actress, but you really wanted to go on this date tonight, since it had been all planned out, but well... Life just wasn't fair, right?

A camera was directed on the two of you and the seemingly friendly lady opposite you. "Tom Hiddleston, Y/N Hemsworth, thank you for joining me tonight for this interview. It's a pleasure to meet you." Both, you and Tom smiled. "Thanks for having us." He replied, speaking for both of you. At first the interview was pretty normal, involved the standard questions like 'How is it to shoot a movie with such a star-studded cast?' and 'How is it to work with Anne Miles as a director?'. The usual stuff. You wouldn't say you had fun with this interview, but you all shared a few laughs together. Though, at some point the interview turned, got weirder with every question...

"Tom, how is it to shoot with somebody who has absolute no acting experience?" Yeah... The question was directed to your boyfriend, but it wasn't like you didn't sit right beside him and could hear it. You didn't think that the lady meant no offense, but nevertheless left the question a sour taste behind. You couldn't deny that it didn't sting a bit - and yet... It was nothing but the truth, reminding you of your lack of experience. When Tom delivered his answer, you felt a bit like back in school, when two classmates were talking about you in front of you, not giving a shit that you were right there. Though, Tom was the one who replaced the sourness of the question with the sweetness of his answer. "I wouldn't say Y/N is entirely inexperienced. She stood in front of cameras before. As a professional surfer and model. She's from an acting family, so she knows how it works. I think it's in her blood as well to some extent. Of course, we all helped her along a bit, especially I, because I'm the male lead character, but Y/N learned very fast and she is doing an absolute great job." He looked over to you, giving you a soft smile, which you returned. "Thank you." The next question of the interviewer interrupted the small moment you had with Tom. "And you don't say this, just because she's your girlfriend?" The lady asked with a giggle. Was it meant to be a joke? If yes, both you and Tom didn't get it. He shook his head, stayed absolutely serious. "No. It was entirely a professional answer." Or perhaps the woman used it as a springboard to ask you and Tom about your relationship. "Alright. Speaking of it... You confirmed the rumours saying you are in a relationship. Congrats, first off." Tom and you just knew that sooner or later you were going to get pestered about being a couple. At the latest at the premiere of 'The Moralizer' and the following press tour. Well... Seems like the lady opposite you was about to start the ball rolling. "Thank you." You and Tom answered in union to her congratulations. You and him discussed as well, how you were going to react to such questions and what you were going to say and how much of your private life you were going to reveal - but you didn't see the following question coming. "Y/N, your last relationship isn't that far dated back and the split-up was - or well, still is very dramatic and heated. According to these circumstances, is the relationship you two share now really something serious or is Tom just another getaway?" Low blow. That question was a literal punch in the guts. Frustration and anger started to simmer in your veins. Why would everybody think you were using Tom just as a getaway? Oh right, because of your 'bad reputation' and your ex being an absolute wanker. And Tom? Was he nothing more than a getaway now for women? Well, a lot of people seem to think that after Taylor. What a complete bullshit, you thought. You were ready to yell at the woman in front of you, tell her and all those toxic people how things really were - but Tom stopped you and answered before you could. He reached for your hand, took it in his and stroked his thumb in a reassuring manner gently over the skin on the back of your hand. He felt how angered you were by this question, no doubt. "We won't answer this question, apologies. This is our private life and we would like for it to stay private." Tom played off the question as nice and polite as possible, stayed as cool as a cucumber - and you thanked your lucky stars for this. God forbid to think what you would have started with an emotional outburst... "Understandable. Thanks for taking the time to talk with me."

After the interview, Tom and you went back to his home; remnants of anger from that last question still coursing through your veins. "I can't believe that she really asked this..." You said, plopping on the couch beside Tom, into his awaiting arm, which he immediately wrapped around your shoulders. "I know, darling... Sometimes interviewers can be mean and ask way too personal questions. You just need to learn to play it cool." You sighed, snuggling closer against your boyfriend's warm and comfortable body. "Yeah... Something I definitely still need to learn." "Don't worry, love. You are going to learn it. It comes with time." "I hope so... You know, back when I was a professional surfer - and even as a model, nobody asked me such questions. Perhaps, because everything was picture perfect with Nate back then, I don't know... I mean, I always had some way, somehow a target on my back, but this... This is new... Thanks for helping me out of this." You felt how Tom placed a soft kiss on your head. "Of course, darling. Anytime. We're a team, remember? We are in this together." You looked up to him, smiling. Oh how much you loved that man. "Thanks, baby. I love you so freaking much." A low, sweet chuckle rumbled through Tom's chest. "I love you even more, Y/N."

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Ok, here goes, some Vinnie touch-centered headcanons:

this one might be obvious at this point but his love language is very much physical touch

his favourite ways of being hugged is to be hugged from behind or being picked up in any way to get hugged

he looooves massages, professional or not, foot or back massages are great for him. He was not aware how great it would feel for him until one day he went to a spa with Zoe, not thinking much about it, he was just mainly going there to spend some time with his friend, you know? But then he received a massage and was never the same again

kinda related to the previous one, but he loves massage chairs and whenever seeing one, like in a shopping mall of something, he can't help but spend his money on that sweet sweet massage chair (idk how common it is actually so I thought I should explain that what I mean is that in especially bigger shopping malls here there are sometimes one or two massage chairs that you can use for a certain amount of time for certain amount of money and that's what I mean)

as much as he is not willing for his hair to be touched because he doesn't want it messed up, he's more than happy to let someone play or experiment with it because just kinda touching around his scalp and pulling on his hair feels sooo good, especially the pulling part

sometimes when he really craves touch and it so happens that someone else (that he wants to be touched by) is standing right next to him but not quite touching he willl be so distracted by it because he wants that touch so much he just keep focusing on that person and he swears he feels the hair on his arms standing in anticipation

whenever he is especially content with touch and is in a standing position he will lift one of his legs, happens especially with kissing but can be anything really

he's perfectly fine with being picked up at any moment for any reason, no warning needed, and in any way too, be it sitting on someone's shoulders or back or being held bridal style but also being picked up like a luggage or upside down is fine with him

if he really wants your attention and is not getting it (or just feels like it) he will cling to one of your legs with his entire body, so now you have a choice, either give him what he wants or try walking like it (orrrr I mean you can try to kick him off, shouldn't be that hard actually)

he loooves touching muscular people because first - it's impressive, second - it feels so different to usual soft not muscly skin and I mean, it's not like most people he knows have any sort of muscles. So if he has a permission, yes yes he wants to touch the pecks and he also wants to test the strenght by hanging off of their arms and stuff like that

ok, and a last one for now, sometimes he will pretend to trip just to "accidentaly" fall into someone's arms. No no, he didn't do that on purpose, he just tripped, you know like he often does, and just so happened to fall into someone's arms >:3

Ok this took some time to get to too sorry haha but as always I’m so excited that this was sitting in my ask box so let’s GOOOOO!!!

-This first one I agree 100% he can’t live without touch it’s a fact at this point even if he acted like he could I believe he really couldn’t especially if the person he wants touch from isn’t around then he’s just sad awe give him all touch this man needs this 😩

- hugs yes he needs all the hugs it’s a way he can be so close to someone plus being squished/squeezed seems like something he associate with a positive feeling kinda like oh they are squeezing me with this hug that must me they really missed me or maybe they need that hug as well? So he’s happy to do so. On a side note he’s so easy to pick up and at this point it’s easier then walking so if the offer is there of corse he’d jump on it lol and being lifted a chance to be tall for a bit yes please!

- him going to the spa so much they’d know him by name and what he wants his friends may have to have an intervention for him Zoe doesn’t know it yet but she’s giving him a new addiction lol and he seems like the type to also spend money on what makes him happy so every pay check would just be spent there but he wouldn’t see it “darling you have a problem” “what no I don’t!” “you can’t make me stop” and they’d. Try to explain to much of a good thing to him but they’d support his happiness and relaxation by saying he could do spa dates with Zoe instead lol

- every time he goes to the mall he just books it to the chairs lol they just leave him there “oh he’s fine we know where to find him” or they make Vinnie the meeting spot like “meet back to Vinnie in an hour?” Bonus sometimes he falls asleep but it’s such a good nap though!

- his hair though you don’t know how many styles I’ve pictured him with but I know you like it long for him so I’m going to go with that for this but yes! That and the girls style it in so many ways and he just sits/ lays there and lets them relaxed plus having it washed by someone else he’d be in heaven letting it happen I have to admit I agree with him lol

- THIS ok so he just is there and they are so close but he just can’t get to what he wants (poor thing) I wonder if he’d eventually find a way to get closer to that person or just let them be and sit there in space dreaming of their touch or he goes home imagining that a pillow for example would be what he didn’t get in the moment and he hold regret but imagine when he did get what he wanted he’d never let it go.

- awe this one is such a classic I feel like if just shows that he’s so happy but listen if he had a tail it would be wagging imagine little wags when he’s happy but back one track to his little happy leg habit soooo cute!!

- again Vinnie is just made for this I mean he’s small and chill so he’s just down for whatever lol plus it could be useful for a bunch of reasons like imagine (he’s mad and wants to fight someone and he gets picked up and leaves with said person or he’s super drunk and he just gets thrown over the shoulders of someone and is like “ok” there’s so many real this man can just be scooped he loves it so much though.

-Lol this one made me laugh he just won’t let go image he’s clinging while whining too the more the better so he’ll have a better chance of getting what he wants and he’s strong when he wants to be so I guess that person is stuck with him now until he decides he’s done with you 🤣

-I think I know where this one came from 🤭 but this man cannot resist muscles,abs I mean not just staring but getting to touch would be sensory pleasure for him and I bet he could just sit there for hours just touching muscles and being like 🤤 its why he can’t go to the gym anymore because he just can’t handle all the muscle men being in one place and he hopes they all eventually ask “wanna feel?” And then they flex for him plus him hanging off of things is also something I headcannon him doing for fun like minka so yeah why wouldn’t someone’s body be one of those things lol

- manipulation I LOVE not as dumb as you think he is hehe especially with Sunil I swear he’d also act like it kinda hurt to get extra attention even going as far as to make a popping sound at the right moment for extra affect BUT really that’s a true headcannon right there I mean did you see the first episode bro knew what he was doing 😆

This was so much fun! Gah I gotta get to sending you more things too I love seeing how others see them especially your beloved I learn new things about him everyday and it inspires me so much Thank you!!! 🙃

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

Episode 38: The Beginning of the End

Season 5 Masterlist

*LAST FOUR EPISODES. i swear im not crying. LET'S SAY GOODBYE TO THE GANG IN STYLE!!! here we goooooo*

~The Man Cave~

Deep underground, things in the Man Cave ran as smoothly as they always did. Charlotte was doing something innovative; Piper was doing something on the computer to appear helpful; Jasper was off doing God knows what, and Schwoz...he was doing something complicated. 

That was nothing new, but this seemed extra complicated. Full of wires, flashing lights, and zappy things. He was engrossed in the last few details, soldering and superheating the circuit board as the girls watched, wondering what he was doing. The heroes were out doing heroic stuff, so (y/n) wasn't around to explain it, not that she'd approve of this project, given its sensitive nature. 

"Schwoz, what is that thing?" Piper asked as his zapping and sparking distracted the girl from her little arts and crafts session. 

"Oh, nothing. It's just the Omega Weapon," the genius replied, pushing his face shield onto his brow so he could look at her. He said it like it was nothing, just another passing fancy or a strike of creative ingenuity that he had to materialise, and not a weapon of mass destruction that could destroy Captain Man. 

"The one from the blueprints Ray, (y/n), and Henry got from all those bad guys in No Man's Land?" Charlotte frowned, popping up from behind the couch. It seemed like she'd come from nowhere, but after dropping a few eaves, she knew enough to warrant her concern, terrified of what could happen if Schwoz's little plaything got into the wrong hands. Did (y/n) know about this, or did she need to text her?

"Yes!"

"The one that can take away Ray and possibly (y/n)'s superpowers?!" Piper asked, worry also strewn across her pretty features as she rose from the supercomputer's chair. 

"The same!"

"Why would you build that?" Charlotte snapped angrily, her fury contrasting the man's happy, uncaring grin. He didn't care about his creation's consequences or understand why they were so mad. The Omega Weapon presented him with a challenge, and no one ever told Michaelangelo not to paint or De Vinci not to invent - why couldn't he do the same?

"Because Ray told me I couldn't, and I hate when people tell me I can't do something."

"I thought (y/n) said you shouldn't build it," Piper argued, vaguely remembering her friend giving the genius one of her infamous stares, pointing at him, and shouting to stay away from that damn weapon. She didn't like the idea of her doofus being vulnerable or herself, but Schwoz took her words personally. 

"Yeah, well, her doofus shouldn't pinch my cheeks and steal my cereal every morning, but I guess we all do things we shouldn't," Schwoz replied bitterly, picking up a steak of cereal boxes lashed together with a thick metal chain. He had to keep it closely guarded; otherwise, Ray would sneak a few bowlfuls after a solid start to the morning with his sweet girl. 

Speak of the devil, an alarm sounded, and suddenly, the tubes dropped from the ceiling, signalling the return of Ray, (y/n), and Henry. Schwoz hugged his boxes tighter as they fell into the main room, looking funny and outdated in their peculiar outfits. For some reason, the trio were dressed like ancient Romans, draped in crisp, white togas, crowns of laurel leaves, and brown, strappy sandals. 

"See? Eating turkey legs makes me feel more manly," Ray shrugged as they stepped out of the tubes. (y/n) clung to his side, thinking he looked particularly dashing in his toga since it revealed a healthy chunk of his broad shoulders and one muscly arm. She couldn't help but squish and feel them up, practically salivating at how huge they were, making him smirk with every bite of turkey he took. 

"See, that's how I feel about grilled cheese."

"That's how I feel about these freakin' hot arms..." (y/n) muttered, lovingly stroking her doofus as they floated down the steps like mythical gods. Ray thought she looked ethereal in her costume, like a goddess from a historical movie, but he didn't mind the compliments--or how she drooled.

"What?" Henry frowned, confused by her words, but he figured she was too distracted by the man's biceps to follow the conversation. 

"Ooh, hey, Schwoz! Gimme some of that cereal!" Ray exclaimed as they approached the man, his eyes glazing over at the sight of the boxes. It had been two hours since he had some cereal, and his turkey no longer cut it. 

"No!" Schwoz growled, protectively shielding his sweet cereal from the man. Even the chains wouldn't be enough to stop him if he wanted a snack, but something caught his eye before Ray could step forward and throttle him. 

"Wait...are you building the Omega Weapon again?!"

"Yes," the genius said defiantly, bravely standing up to the hero and his glare, which was no mean feat with his small stature and lack of power. 

"The one that can take away Ray's superpower and possibly mine?!" (y/n) hissed, stepping in front of her doofus like she could save him from that...thing. She didn't care if she lost her super-regeneration, but she wouldn't let anything happen to Ray, and she didn't trust him being in the same room as it - just in case. 

"The same!"

"Damn it, Schwoz! I told you to stay away from this stupid thing! Why do you keep building it?!" The heroine growled, stroking Ray's bicep. She couldn't bear the thought of something hurting him, terrified of living in a world where his beautiful, strong arms were marred by scars and wounds. 

Well, why does Ray keep pinching my cheeks and stealing my cereal every morning?!" The handyman replied indignantly, making (y/n) step forward like she wanted to drop-kick him. Luckily for Schwoz, Ray held her back, holding his precious girl against his chest because the little bastard wasn't worth her time or energy. However, that didn't mean he couldn't annoy him; his Omega Weapon could hurt his precious fiancée, and he wouldn't stand for that. 

"Because you're so cute when you get mad! Now, gimme some of that Sweet Booty Crunch!" He snapped; this time, it was (y/n)'s turn to hold him back as the large man charged to grab the cereal. His strength was immense, meaning she needed Henry, Piper and Charlotte's help to restrain him and prevent World War Three. 

"It's got ten essential vitamins and minerals and is part of a balanced breakfast! Get that away from me!"

"Point that thing at us, Schwoz, I'll shove it right up your ass!" (y/n) growled, her eyes narrowing when Schwoz sneakily turned the Omega Weapon so it was aimed at the hero. It was a good defence but too cruel for the woman's liking, thinking if her doofus didn't kill him, she would. 

"Okay, stop! Stop! Everybody, stop!" Henry shouted, pushing the couple away from the genius, who diligently stood beside his invention whilst Piper and Charlotte acted as his referees. 

"Look, he's so cute! Look at his face!"

"I'm not cute. You're cute!"

"Hey, only I'm allowed to call him cute! And he's not cute! He's adorable!" (y/n) remarked moodily, coveting her doofus when Schwoz tried to argue back. But it ended in her losing her thread, ranting about mindless gibberish about his general cuteness, not that Ray cared. She could call him sweet names, especially with her hands trailing down his chest. 

"We're all cute, okay?! We're all cute!" Henry stated firmly, leaving no room for argument since he didn't want it to continue. No one could argue with that, agreeing to disagree, although Ray would say his sweet girl was the cutest. Just look at her...she was adorable in her pretty little toga. 

"Wait, why are you, (y/n), and Henry all dressed like half a ghost?" Piper asked, watching as her friend leered over her lover, clearly enamoured with how his weird bedsheet outfit showed off his body. All she had to do was remove the ornate brooch pinning the sheet together...the thought made Piper shiver in disgust. 

"Oh..."

"These are togas. We were fighting The Time Jerker," (y/n) explained, brushing her fingers down the soft cotton she'd hastily wrapped around her body to blend in with a bygone age.

"Yeah. Chased him all the way to Ancient Rome. Ate some pretty good food there," Ray shrugged, wrapping his arm around his fiancée's shoulders as he tore another bite off his turkey leg. 

"Ooh..."

"Nice..." The girls nodded appreciatively, thinking the heroes got to have all the fun whilst they were stuck in the Man Cave. 

"Watched a bear fight a flock of turkeys..."

"Yes, we did. The turkeys actually won," Henry said, chuckling at the funny memory of a dozen birds descending on a helpful grizzly, which was smart enough to back off once they got their surprisingly sharp talons into it. 

"Oh my God, and an emperor wanted to marry me! He said I was like an endless fountain of beauty for a weary man to drink from. How cool is that?!" (y/n) giggled, thinking it the compliment of a lifetime that an actual Roman emperor wanted her to be his companion, thus making her an empress. Of course, she declined, saying some waffle about how Cupid's arrow made her fall in love with the warrior by her side, not that it made Ray any less salty. 

"For real?!"

"Seriously?!"

"Yeah, yeah! He tried, but ultimately, he failed! So, you know, I'm better than an emperor!" Ray bragged, puffing his chest out and strutting around the room like a peacock as he wrapped himself around his sweet girl. She rolled her eyes and snuggled into him, knowing the almighty sovereign didn't compare to her doofus and his God-like body. 

"Yes, you are, doof," she smiled, turning her head to the side so he could find her lips, happily tasting her honey-like kiss. That Emperor Jerkus would never know what her kisses were like or how she shivered against his body when his tongue crept in. 

"And then, he threatened to execute us..." Henry groaned, eyeing the couple in disgust as Ray hungrily devoured his precious girl, who was happy to let him indulge in her sweetness. Ray couldn't be noble and manly; he just had to threaten the emperor and his unmentionables if he dared to lay a finger on her, and he didn't take kindly to that. 

"So? We escaped...stumbled across some pretty good statues," Ray smirked coyly, breaking away from (y/n) to look at his sidekick. His reply gained him several groans, mainly from his helpers, who were tired of hearing him drop statues into every conversation possible. The hero had a bee in his bonnet, namely that he wanted the city to unveil a statue in honour of him, and he felt the time was nearing...

"All right, you can all roll your eyes and groan now, but when the city of Swellview finally builds me my own statue of Captain Man--"

"We'll roll our eyes and groan harder," Piper retorted, and her friends agreed. They were tired of hearing Ray bragging about his statue and how much the people adored him - it was his latest obsession, second only to (y/n). 

"Considering everything I've done for this city, it's the least they can do for me," Ray exclaimed, nibbling some more turkey as (y/n) slid her arms around his neck and chuckled. She agreed, but it's not like Swellviewians weren't grateful. 

"Doofus, you already have your own holiday. They just opened Captain Man Stadium. There are twelve streets named after you..."

"Which makes driving very confusing!" Schwoz butted in, agreeing with the woman that Captain Man already had plenty of recognition. So much that you couldn't walk two steps without seeing a pile-up because everyone wanted to be on Captain Man Street - or one of them - simultaneously. 

"Anway, we captured The Time Jerker, and we took this new time-ray he built," Henry moved on, showing off a large, fancy, gun-type device in his hand. It glowed bright blue and instantly took Schwoz's fancy as he marvelled at the thought of a time-ray...whatever that did. 

"Oooh, how does it work?" He asked, eyes wide and bright with curiosity. 

"The same way any dark matter fluxuator does," (y/n) shrugged, eyeing the ray cautiously. It wasn't as bad as the Omega Weapon, but she still didn't trust it in the hands of a teenager. She believed some things, like time travel, should be left alone to avoid unfortunate accidents. 

"You just point and shoot!" Henry grinned, straightening his arm as he prepared to test the time-ray. Aiming for Ray's turkey leg, he turned up the power, making the device beep and glow brighter. 

"No, no, no, I'm eating this!--" Too late. Despite his protests, Henry shot the leg in his boss' hand, coating it in the brilliant blue light before it disappeared from their time. Whilst Ray frowned grumpily, the others clapped softly and nodded, mildly impressed that he'd managed to deliver the turkey to someone in the past or future. 

"Okay, where'd you send it?"

"To, uh...right about now!" Henry grinned at the grumpy hero, and his snack reappeared no sooner than he said that. It emerged in the same place he'd been holding it, but with no doofus to grasp its greasy bone, the leg fell onto the couch with a dull thud. A very dull thud--like it had hit something dense yet...empty. 

"What the heck?!" An angry voice grumbled, belonging to Jasper, as he sat up from where he'd been napping on the couch. No one had noticed him as he quietly lay under the table, minding his own business, until the turkey leg hit his head and woke him up. 

"Hey, I'm trying to study! Quit throwing stuff at me!" He snapped, tossing the leg back to Ray. However, since he'd been napping, his sleeping mask really screwed up his aim, meaning the meat hit Schwoz in the face instead. Still, not one to miss an opportunity, the genius sunk his teeth into the smoky flesh, holding onto it for dear life as he turned and ran away from his boss. 

"Hey! Hey! Schwoz! Schwoz, get back here! Dang it!"

"Raymond, just leave--and they're gone..." (y/n) sighed, watching as her doofus chased after the smaller man, disappearing into the back of the Man Cave without regard for anyone shouting after them. Now she'd have nothing to stare at without his muscles on show and all over a turkey leg...

"Would you guys keep it down? I'm sleep-learning. Or s'learning..." Jasper remarked, smirking at Henry as the boy removed the itchy, leafy crown from his head. He'd been doing it all week, napping here and there whenever (y/n) looked at him, and it was starting to worry her. 

"What are you talking about, Curly?" She asked, but the boy didn't say anything. Instead, he yanked the PearPhone from his back pocket and tossed it to Charlotte, who noticed an open app on the screen for her to read. 

"Learn To Fight While You Sleep. And Also Spanish," she read out, raking her eyes over the thing he was listening to - in his sleep, apparently. It sounded like a load of mumbo-jumbo to her, a con to make people think they were learning, but Jasper swore it was the real deal. And it was definitely working. 

"Mm-hmmm. It's a one-hundred-hour audiobook that teaches you to fight while you sleep."

"Those books don't work," Henry scoffed, walking over to the supercomputer to rest his weary body. If it were that simple, he wouldn't have to train with Captain Man weekly to maintain his tip-top sidekick condition. 

"Yeah, they do! And I want to learn to fight, so I can go on a mission with you, (y/n), and Ray before I head off for college," Jasper replied, making (y/n) internally whimper. Why did he have to remind her? After all, she'd ignored the steadily growing elephant in the room for five years. 

Her babies were always destined to go on to do and see better things. She couldn't keep them in the Man Cave forever, and it seemed like forever when they were growing under her wing. But now, time had run out, and she was facing letting them go into the big, wide world, which seemed to creep up on her all of a sudden. Since when did her babies become adults? 

"Well...I think you've got plenty of time, Jasper, because we don't graduate high school for another year. Right, guys?" Yet she wasn't the only one confused by time. 

Henry slumped onto the chair with a satisfied grin, convinced they had nothing to worry about because they were still young and free. It wasn't entirely his fault; working with Ray meant the days blurred into one, so he hadn't noticed the grains of sand slipping through his fingers...until he caught the worried faces of his friends. 

"Right? Guys?"

"Does he not know?" (y/n) whispered to Charlotte and Jasper, worrying the blond boy at the computer when they exchanged guilty and perturbed looks. It was like they had something to hide, even though the secret was right in front of his face. 

"Not know what?" Henry asked, smiling nervously as the teens debated telling him some bad news. 

"Someone's gotta tell him."

"Tell me what?" He asked again when Charlotte whispered back, conferring with the others in what felt like a conspiracy against him.

"You tell him!"

"Uh, I can't! I'm s'learning!" Jasper argued, ignoring Piper's demand by sliding his headphones over his ears. He dove onto the couch and curled up to resume his nap, terrified of facing his best friend with something that would surely make him murderously angry. No one could hurt him if he were hiding...

"Okay, what's going on?" Henry asked, wanting the truth, not his friends walking on eggshells around him. So, he stood up from the computer's chair and stepped over to his sister and friends, feeling his heart sit in his throat when Piper worriedly looked at (y/n/n). Even if it would be nice to keep him around, (y/n) knew this wasn't what the kid wanted...

"Henry...we're graduating this week," Charlotte said slowly, not knowing how to say it. She'd gone to school, sat her exams and passed, but Henry Hart had been too busy living his other life. His childhood was gone, adulthood was calling, and he didn't even know it. 

"What? We did it, guys! Seniorrrrrs!" He cheered, thinking he was one of the crew, despite avoiding school and homework for the last few months. His ignorance was heartbreaking...

"This is just sad..." Piper sighed. 

"Henry..." Charlotte said firmly, holding her clueless friend's gaze as he fiddled with something on the console. (y/n) tangled her fingers together, feeling unbelievably nervous as the girl sighed and broke the news. He needed to hear it, even if she felt like she would throw up. 

"We are graduating from high school. But you aren't."

"Hmmm?"

"But you aren't."

"Hmmm?" The kid hummed, looking like he was about to explode as the whites of his eyes became visible. 

It was like the world was crashing down around him, making his body feel numb, and no matter how many times she said it, he couldn't accept what Charlotte was saying. How could his friends graduate without him? When did that happen? How could he have missed an entire year?

"Hen, we know you can hear us," (y/n) said, poking the boy's shoulder to try and snap him out of it, but Henry was too far gone. Maybe he was having an aneurysm - it sure looked like it, his synapses fizzing and snapping as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he wasn't graduating. Like a loser...

"Hmmm?"

"You're just using our hmmm thing as a defence mechanism," Charlotte stated flatly, but he still said nothing. No words meant he could freeze time forever and stay young and free of responsibility. 

"Hmmmmm?!"

"Hey! Snap out of it, kid!" (y/n) snapped, grabbing Henry by the shoulders to shake his body and mind back into the present. Meanwhile, Piper sidled off to the auto-snacker to get some food, wanting dinner and a show as the gravity of the situation truly hit her brother. The kid descended into a mini panic attack, debating all the possibilities that came from high school failure, starting with his parents killing him and any job prospects dying before him. 

Pacing back and forth, he faced (y/n) and Charlotte, who stood side by side to explain how it happened. It wasn't anyone else's fault, just his own, but they figured he wouldn't want to hear that, not with his pale yet furious expression. 

"What do you mean I'm not graduating? How could I not be graduating?!" He questioned once he regained the use of his brain and tongue. 

"You've missed too much class fighting crime over the years. You don't have enough credits to graduate," Charlotte explained, and (y/n) looked at her feet guiltily when all the hope faded from the boy's features. Perhaps she didn't force him to attend school, but she didn't exactly say anything when he joined her and Ray at all hours of the day as Kid Danger. 

"I mean, honestly, when was the last time you were at school?" Piper asked, stirring a spoon around her bowl as Henry tried remembering when he was in class. God, those halls felt like a distant memory, and suddenly, a cold, spine-chilling feeling washed over him when he realised they were right. 

"The other day...when I broke my arm and Ray, (y/n), and Schwoz came in with the trebuchet?"

"Henry...that was over a year ago," (y/n) told him softly, recalling the day and all the whacky things that happened. She thought the kid would remember, given that it was after he lost his superpower and broke his arm. How could he forget something like that? 

"Wha--?!" Henry gasped, brushing a hand through his hair in disbelief at how the months had flown by. The worst part was that he hadn't even noticed, wrapped in what felt like a betrayal because no one had warned him. Why didn't the adults in his life tell him to start studying? Why didn't his friends remind him about classes?

"Why didn't anyone tell me I'm not graduating?!"

"School's been sending you warning letters every week for a year," Piper argued, remembering how the same pale envelope with the school's crest was pushed through their letterbox every Monday morning with his name on it, but Henry never paid them any heed. 

"Did you open any?"

"No, I just tossed 'em aside 'cause I assumed they were bad news!" Her brother muttered, pacing to the other side of the room so he didn't have to look at her. He knew she was smirking smugly, and he didn't need that right now, not when he knew ignoring the letters was his massive mistake. 

"Well, good news...you still have...perfect teeth?" Charlotte suggested, trying to find the storm cloud's silver lining, but it came out strained and unsure. His teeth? Yeah, they'd help him get a career and secure income later in life. 

"Yes, thank you, Charlotte. My teeth are great, but also, are you about to move away and go to college?" 

"Don't say it out loud! I'm not ready yet!" (y/n) cried, clamping her hands over her ears like the words tortured her--and they did in a way. Of course, she was happy for Charlotte and Jasper. She actively encouraged them to go after helping with their applications and telling them college was the second-best thing that had happened to her. Still, she hated goodbyes, especially when they involved her babies. 

"Yeah, I'm leaving for Dystopia the day after we graduate," Charlotte explained, placing a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder as she blinked back tears. She'd miss (y/n/n) the most, her oatmeal raisin cookies second, and her warm hugs third. 

"You're going to college in Dystopia?!" Henry exclaimed as Jasper slept on, wondering why she'd want to go to a festering stinkhole like that to study. That city was bad news, infamous worldwide for its high crime rate and dirty, dangerous streets, so not somewhere he expected his studious friend to go. 

"No--:

"That place is a crime-ridden toilet on the other side of the world!"

"I said, don't say it out loud!" (y/n) snapped, hugging Charlotte tightly and petting her hair like she only had a few more minutes with her. She didn't agree with the location either, wanting to send her babies off to a college made from cotton wool with bodyguards for professors. Still, the girl had a noble cause and refused to let anyone dictate her decisions. 

"Do you even speak Dystopian?"

"When did you learn this?! How much have I missed?!" Henry panicked, trying to work out exactly when life began to pass him by. It didn't feel fair that his friends were moving on to do better, grander things than him, learning new things behind his back, planning stuff without him, and all while he was stuck in the same old job. A job that no longer sparkled like it used to. 

"I'm taking a gap year to run a charity in Dystopia. After that, I'm going to Harvard," Charlotte explained calmly, bringing another tear to (y/n)'s eye because how could she argue with that? Mama Bird was so proud, even if she didn't want to say goodbye. 

"Well, what about Jasper? Is he going to Dystopia, too?!" Henry asked, eyeing his napping friend on the couch. Despite how annoying and weird he was, the kid couldn't imagine life without Jasper there. 

"No, he got into Harberd, which sounds like Harvard, but is a very different school. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'm very proud of him too--" (y/n) rambled, hating the thought of her beloved Curly leaving too, but that was life. And even if he wasn't as bright as Charlotte, she knew he'd be great. 

"Hey, we gotta roll. Are we all packed up for One Night In The Desert?" Piper announced, looking at Charlotte, who suddenly baulked at the time. It was one last chance to have some fun before everyone went their separate ways, even though it meant leaving Henry behind. 

"Yeah, you load up your car, and I'll wake up Jasper!"

"Are you sure you'll be all right? I hate the thought of you all being in the middle of nowhere, alone, with no adults..." (y/n) pouted whilst Charlotte prodded the boy on the couch. Piper smirked at her and went to open her mouth before Henry interrupted. He'd heard of the yearly event and was sure his sister wasn't allowed to go - she was still so young. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa--One Night In The Desert is an all-night party for graduating seniors only," he said firmly, looking at Piper with his typical, big-brother scowl for when she was doing something reckless and illegal. A senior party meant drinks, vomit, and suspicious substances; not the place for a girl in middle school. 

"I'm graduating, too," she shrugged, knowing she was perfectly entitled to attend the all-night rave, much to her brother's shock. 

"Hmmm?"

"Going to Florida State!" 

"Oh, come on! Rub it in, why don't ya?!" (y/n) wailed, her face crumpling into a sad frown as Piper beamed brightly. 

The woman snatched her into a tight hug, too, having thought she'd have a few more years with her youngest baby, only to find out a few weeks ago that the girl had beaten the system. She'd only have one baby bird in her nest - a furious, hurt bird who didn't like being smothered alone. 

"Hmmmm?!"

"Don't start!" Charlotte warned the boy, who'd returned to his defence mechanism as he discovered that even his annoying brat of a sister was better than him--doing what he couldn't even when it should've been impossible. It made him an even bigger loser. 

"Y-y-y-you're my younger sister! How could you be graduating already?!" Henry spluttered, knowing that Piper was street-smart, but she wasn't clever. Would she survive amongst those college kids and their fancy brains? 

"I did bad things. Spent a looooot of time in summer school. Ended up earning enough extra credits to graduate early. Seniorrrrs!" She explained, and Charlotte and Jasper matched her chant, making Henry gulp in disappointment. 

With his friends gone, that would leave him alone and useless, one of life's rejects all because he didn't go to school. All that crap his parents said about attendance was true, and now, he was facing staying in the job, earning nine dollars an hour, for the rest of his life. And they'd find their own fame, not leech off someone else's... When did their lives become better than his, the legendary sidekick?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no..." he panicked as they barked like dogs, pumped at the idea of starting college and finally finding some freedom. (y/n) tried to reach out and comfort him, but the boy had resumed his pacing, lost in thought as Ray emerged from the secret door with Schwoz still biting his turkey leg. 

"Release! Release! Release!" He ordered the small man, yanking the leg like a dog's chew toy as Schwoz's jaw clamped down on the toughest meat, refusing to give it up. 

"Ray, I got a big problem here..." Henry started, wanting to talk to his boss and get his opinion on his predicament. But, as always, Ray was distracted with his own petty problem, even though he didn't fancy eating Schwoz-covered turkey. 

"One thing at a time, Henry!" 

"Okay!" The boy said through gritted teeth, backing off as the man fought against his handyman. When he realised that Schwoz's tenacity wasn't ending soon, Ray switched tactics, letting go of the leg with one hand to grab The Time Jerker's time-ray. 

"Doofus, what are you--" (y/n) frowned, watching her lover curl his greasy fingers around the device as he pointed it at the small man. Before she could tell him off or Schwoz could give up, he blasted him, fading the guy from existence in a singular blue haze. All that for a turkey leg. 

"Raymond!" (y/n) exclaimed, eyes wide with concern now that Schwoz had disappeared into the abyss. Her doofus seemed unbothered, tossing it playfully in his hand as he sauntered over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He silenced her complaints with a sudden kiss, swallowing her gasp and dizzying her head so any remaining thoughts of that fuzzy weirdo flew away. 

"Problem solved!" Ray said joyfully, pulling away with a satisfied smile and a smear of lipgloss on his lips as (y/n) blinked, dazed and confused. She wished he'd warned her before he went in with a kiss like that...

"What's your deal?"

"My deal is that everyone's graduating from high school except me!" Henry said as Ray casually walked across the room to wipe the turkey grease off his fingers with a rag. He didn't want to get his girl's beautiful dress dirty when his hands were on her waist...or elsewhere. Still, Henry didn't care about what he wanted, nor was he impressed with his apathetic attitude. 

"So? You don't need to graduate from high school to be a sidekick," Ray replied, thinking the kid was looking for a problem when there wasn't one. After all, in his head, it was agreed that Henry would commit to being his sidekick for as long as Captain Man needed him--and he still did. 

"But I don't want to be a sidekick for the rest of my life!" Henry exclaimed, looking at (y/n) for backup. However, she was frozen, glancing anywhere but at her friends and lover as she sensed the tension looming over them. 

Henry had the right to a normal life, but unfortunately, Ray didn't understand that, no matter how often she'd approached the topic with him. Life was being a superhero to him - what was the kid's deal?

"And you won't be! You can take over and be a full-on superhero when I retire with (y/n) in thirty years!" The hero replied cheerfully, slapping the kid on the shoulder and walking off to see what Ancient Roman women wore under their togas, with (y/n) behind him. 

But she sided with Henry on this one, although for a different reason.

"Thirty years?!" They exclaimed together. The boy didn't know where he was supposed to have a life between all the plans he had made for him. And (y/n)...she wondered where her dreams were supposed to go, struggling to fit in her ideal house in the country and perfect little family next to a few more decades of fighting crime. What happened to settling down and having children? A dog? A peaceful life together?

"Okay, you got me. More like forty years. I'm in fantastic shape," Ray smirked, flirtatiously curly his biceps before his sweet girl to try and lure her back to their bedroom. 

As much as she appreciated the offer - God, she wanted to take him up on it - she couldn't leave Henry behind, nor did she want to string the poor kid along. Being a superhero was Ray's dream, not hers or Henry's, and even though she was committed to staying with the doofus until their dying day, the boy didn't sign up for that. 

"Dude, I don't want to be stuck in Swellview being a sidekick for the rest of my life!" He declared, meaning it in the nicest way--that he had bigger dreams and expectations for himself that weren't tied to an after-school job he took as a child. 

But in his panic and frustration, it seemed offensive, especially to a guy whose life was just that, stuck in Swellview as a superhero for his entire life. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise that you were stuck in Swellview with me," Ray mumbled, the happiness draining from his face as Henry glared back, with (y/n), Charlotte and Piper awkwardly staying in the background. 

"Yeah, I guess I didn't realise it, either!"

"Why don't we all just calm down? We don't have to get into an argument--we'll end up saying stuff we don't mean!" (y/n) interjected, pushing herself between the boys like she always did. 

She was (y/n) - the referee. Nothing ever upset (y/n). (y/n) always knew what to do. (y/n) kept everyone together because she loved her family and hated seeing them bicker. With one hand on each of their chests, she tried to keep them separate, hoping this would blow over and they'd work out a way to allow Henry to go to college with his friends.

"No, (y/n)!" Henry spat, slapping her hand away with more force than he meant. The woman gasped at the slight sting, holding her wrist like it pained her, not because of a pathetic slap but because he never got angry with her. She was (y/n) - the glue that held them all together. 

"I've been too busy down in the Man Cave for six years answering emergency calls!" And, just as he said that the same-old red siren sounded. 

"Emergency call!"

"See?!" He looked at Ray, thinking the constant blaring was the perfect example for his argument because it had been back-to-back calls since the minute he fell down in the elevator. But the man wasn't buying it, not after watching his sidekick--his sidekick--slap his sweet girl when all she wanted to do was help. What was wrong with him?

"I'll answer it."

"Let it go to emergency voicemail. Henry and I aren't done here yet," Ray told Charlotte coldly, stopping the girl in her tracks before she reached the supercomputer. His gaze never left Henry's, and in all her years of seeing them together, (y/n) had never seen her fiancé go toe-to-toe with the boy like that. Oh, her tummy didn't like it...

"Doofus, the emergency voicemail is full," she said quietly, stroking the shoulder his toga didn't cover to try and calm him down. She'd been meaning to clean it out, but this was more pressing - stopping the cracks in what should've been an unbreakable bond. 

"Really?" Ray asked flatly, wondering how it could be full when it had a billion bytes of data or whatever. 

"Yeah, remember that girl, Mika? Who saved you when Jack Frittleman trapped you inside that escape room?" Charlotte recalled having answered the phone a million times to hear the same girl begging down the line. Ultimately, she had to put a warning next to her number, telling everyone to let it go to voicemail. 

"We saved her, but yes," the man nodded, full of ego as usual, but he allowed them to carry on. 

"Well, she leaves us about ten messages a day asking if she can help us fight crime," (y/n) sighed, squishing his bicep one last time before heading to the supercomputer. Pushing a few buttons, she opened the full voicemail and clicked on the first message, knowing it would be chirpy and enthusiastic but totally unneeded. 

"Hi, it's Mika! Just want to let you know that I'm here if you need me to help fight crime." The girl's friendly voice sounded, and Ray remembered her try-hard attitude and know-it-all smarts. As if he needed her help to fight crime - what with his muscles, incredibly hot fiancée, and...young sidekick. 

"Hey, it's Mika again--"

"Here if you need me!"

"Here if you need me!" It didn't stop. (y/n) cycled through the never-ending messages, which all seemed to follow the same pattern, repeating similar sentences until the voicemail sounded like a stuck record. Perhaps Mika was there if they needed her? Not that they did. 

"Hey, this is Miles. Could you call my sister back? She's losing her--" That was the only one with variety, coming from Mika's twin brother, who was just as tired of listening to the endless phone calls as they were. 

"Okay, I don't know what Miles told you--"

"This is the vice-mayor!" A different, gruffer voice said, catching their attention amongst the dozens of calls the heroine skipped through. Great; (y/n) liked Mika, thinking she was sweet if a little excessive, but Vice Mayor Willard was an asshat--so far up his own ass that he never remembered Miss Danger's role in the Man Cave, even though she'd been Captain Man's sidekick for five years. 

"Oh, oh! That's probably about my statue! Press play! Press play! Press play, sweet girl!" Ray gasped, recognising the vice-mayor's voice anywhere. He was in charge of giving out statues to worthy citizens, and Ray was confident he'd get one, so he draped himself over (y/n)'s body and held her close as she hit play. 

"I need you, Kid Danger, and uh...uh... uh..."

"Oh, come on! All these years, and this guy still doesn't remember my name..." (y/n) grumbled, folding her arms grumpily as Ray chuckled and pecked her neck, distracting his pretty girl from the mean man's forgetfulness. 

"Uh...Miss Danger..uh...ma'am...to come to my office right away!"

"Ha, you hear that?! He just said he's gonna give me my statue!" Ray squealed, laughing and clapping his hands like a schoolgirl as his friends frowned in confusion. 

"He didn't say a single word about a statue," Piper corrected him, knowing Vice Mayor Willard could've been talking about a million other things, not just a statue. Her boss was just an obsessive man-child; why (y/n) loved him was beyond her. 

"Pfft--well, what else could it be about?"

"Literally anything, you big doofus," (y/n) chuckled, leaning on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek because he was adorable. Dumb but charming - she didn't mind if a statue was dedicated to his name as long as she got to worship the real thing once the show was over. 

The moment was ruined when, in a flash of bright light, Schwoz reappeared from his little jaunt through time, materialising next to Ray. The man had thrown his arms out, welcoming his sweet girl into his embrace, but the meat of his forearm provided the perfect amount of squishiness for the genius to bite into in place of the discarded turkey leg. 

"Ow!" He screamed, gently pushing (y/n) away since he didn't want to hurt her in the fracas as he sneered at the relentless weirdo. "Release! Release! Release! Drop! Drop! Drop!"

It was safe to say that Schwoz wasn't dropping any time soon, so it was a good thing Ray was indestructible. He'd squish him like a bug for refusing to let go, feeling the genius' teeth create indentations on his flawless skin. There was only one person he'd let bite him, and she hadn't even taken her toga off yet. 

~Swellview City Hall~

Unfortunately for (y/n), togas weren't welcome in a grand estate like the city hall. It was undignified, apparently, so she, Henry, and Ray had to change. And so went the muscles. Her lover's beautiful, huge muscles. 

Parting was such sweet sorrow, and it wasn't that she didn't like his Captain Man suit. He was so handsome in it...but he wore sleeves. Stupid sleeves--couldn't he get those guns out? The heroes marched through city hall and eventually made it to the vice mayor's office, (y/n) skipping behind Ray, hand-in-hand, with Henry trudging behind them. 

He didn't want to be there, feeling like he'd hit an all-time low with his sidekick life. Ray acted like nothing was wrong, ignoring the apparent tension and Henry's grumpiness as they burst through the doors, only to see that no one was in the room. 

"Maybe I can talk to the vice mayor, and he can pull some strings and let me graduate or something--"

"What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Henry! No, no, no!" Ray snapped, spinning on his heel to face the kid when he brought that subject up again. He'd been told to drop it in the car after nearly reducing (y/n) to tears when she tried to give him her best advice, only to receive some choice words. The man didn't want to hear it, fearing disloyalty and abandonment, but Henry wasn't done. 

"Why?!"

"The vice mayor only grants one wish per meeting, okay? So, if anyone is going to be rubbing his little belly and getting a wish granted, it will be this guy..." Ray told him sharply, frantically waving his arms about as he described his elaborate trickery to convince Willard to give him a statue. However, one small problem with his plan was that the vice mayor wasn't in his chair. Someone else had taken his place. 

"Who's Henry?" A squeaky, boyish voice asked, making the heroes whip around with wide eyes to see a little boy in a bright orange shirt sitting in the chair of office. He seemed pretty content on the plush leather, grinning cheekily, showing off his cute dimples as his thick, long hair caught in his eyes. He was adorable, but he'd heard too much...

"Noooot meeee?"

"Not him..." They replied uneasily, unconvincingly trying to tell the little boy that Captain Man hadn't just called Kid Danger Henry, even though he'd heard him say it. This was complicated, and the boy squinted his eyes like he was suspicious... Oh, no.

"...Okay," he shrugged, giving them a sweet smile before kicking his feet against the floor to spin the chair. 

Their faces dropped, and hearts slowed, wondering how the child could drop it so quickly when he was talking to the city's greatest superheroes. Everyone was usually so nosy, but not this kid. He was... unique. 

"Wait, wait...come back, little boy!" (y/n) called out, not wanting the conversation to end there because she had a lot of questions. 

"Comin' back!"

"Where's the vice mayor?" She asked once he'd spun around, looking at them with a blank stare with no hint of intelligence or interest. He seemed vacant like he imagined a big blue sky, fluffy clouds, and a scary green dragon - a fantasy land and not what was happening in front of him. 

"On vacation with my mom," he replied simply, which bore two new questions. Firstly, had Willard actually pulled a lady friend? And secondly, what parent left her child alone in a fancy, important office to go on holiday with some dude? It was scandalous. 

"What?... Nice."

"Raymond." (y/n) sharply, hearing his little victorious whisper. It made her nose wrinkle, thinking he was proud of another guy for landing a mom when he was stuck with little old her - a non-hot mom. She was salty, but the doofus was quick to soothe her after his mistake. 

"What? He gasped again, snaking an arm around her waist to pull his sweet girl close - his way of apologising. 

"He told you to play this for you when you get here," the kid said, turning a PearPad around for them to look at. It already had a video ready to play on the screen as the boy hit the play button. Willard sat at his desk, appearing as grumpy as ever but wearing a brightly coloured Hawaiian shirt and baseball cap. He looked so strange...

"Kid Danger...Captain Man... Uh, Miss...uh...uh...m--ma'am...Miss Danger!" The politician stuttered as the video began, having the heroine's name on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't quite grasp it. Seriously, did six years count for nothing? Or was she not as memorable as the boys?

"Whatever. I'm the vice mayor, not the record-it-twice mayor, so I'm just gonna keep going," he shrugged, already in his holiday mood, so he didn't want to start again, not when his hot lady friend was waiting. 

"Fellas...uh, ma'am...this here is Bose," Willard said, introducing the cute little boy, who suddenly appeared in the frame, and boy, the vice mayor, didn't look happy. Something told (y/n) that he didn't like the kid very much, which made her feel sorry for the long-haired boy. 

"Hey, Captain Man, Miss Danger, and Kid Danger! Hey, Future Bose!"

"Hey, Past Bose! That's me!" Bose, apparently, grinned, pointing happily at himself on the screen with a childlike innocence that made Miss Danger smile softly. He was so dumb, but in a good way, although Ray didn't like where this video was going. 

"I married Bose's mom yesterday, which means I get to go on vacation. With her, not Bose, he's your responsibility now."

"What?" The hero asked flatly, suddenly deeming that asshole politician and his new trophy wife the worst parent/step-parent in the world. He had enough trouble babysitting the four kids he already had, especially Henry, let alone one more. And no offence, but Bose seemed a few sandwiches short of a picnic - he had enough of that with Jasper. 

"Watch him, feed him, change his diapers, whatever," Vice Mayor Willard said tiredly, knowing nothing about caring for a prepubescent child who did not wear diapers. 

"I'll be back in two days, and his mom assures me that she'll know if you try and swap him out for another kid, so don't even try that."

"Dang it!" Ray hissed as the mayor shot down his sneaky plan with Henry, the boys scheming to replace the boy with a lookalike should anything unfortunate happen to him. (y/n) glared and nudged their ribs, telling them to knock it off in front of the kid because she wouldn't let anything bad happen to him, not after he'd been abandoned by his own mother. 

"If you keep him safe and mostly unharmed, there miiiiight just be a statue of you in your future, if you know what I'm saying. And I'm saying, I'll give you a statue."

He still wasn't happy about babysitting duty. Still, judging by how he happily tapped on the desk and grinned at his sidekicks, Ray would do it if it meant he got his statue. He was experienced at this point, fully equipped to handle any kid, and his sweet girl was the most motherly figure he'd ever encountered - another thing that made her so hot. 

"Yes! Yes!"

"See you in two days. Now, turn this thing off or look away unless you want to see me in the tiniest beach-legal swimsuit in the world," Willard smirked, making (y/n) squeal and slap her hands over her eyes before she saw the vice mayor's...deputies. She'd never recover and buried her face in Ray's shoulder as he and Henry quickly pulled the laser remotes from their belts. 

"Ew, ew, ew!"

"Nope, nope!"

"Hard pass! Hard pass!" The boys said before swiftly shooting the PearPad, killing the video before they saw anything damaging and obscene. He could buy another one, and besides, their main priority was looking after Bose--but not changing his diaper. 

"Come on, buddy," Ray grinned, placing a warm hand on the child's shoulder in his most fatherly manner when he stepped around the large, ornate desk. 

(y/n)'s heart warmed at the sight they made, her ovaries skipping a beat at the thought of her doofus caring for a child. Now she was broody again, longing to settle down and fill a house with giggles, snotty noses, and mismatched socks. Her babies were leaving, so she couldn't help it, but that didn't mean she was irresponsible. 

"Doofus, we can't take this kid back to the Man Cave."

"So, we find some excuse to dump him with Schasper, Schiper, and Sharrlotte. Sharrrr--Charlotte--I couldn't stop myself!" He groaned, clutching his throat as his attempt to conceal his helpers' identities failed. He couldn't think that far ahead, proving he was a doofus, which at least made his pretty girl smile. 

"I feel like you could've," Henry shrugged. Now, the kid knew a little bit more, like someone was called Henry, and someone else was called Charlotte. 

"Cat's outta the bag. We know someone named Charlotte."

"Great! Can't wait to meet her, Schasper, Schiper, and Henry," Bose said enthusiastically, making Kid Danger squirm for some reason--like the mention of that last guy made him uncomfortable. Still, Ray brushed over it, sharing a tight smile with his sweet girl, who wasn't sure if having a kid this dense in the Man Cave was a good idea, but he wanted that damn statue. 

"Let's go."

"Doofus, no! We can't stick this little boy with any of those schpeople because they're all at One Night In The Desert," (y/n) explained, looking at his handsome face as his eyebrows knitted in confusion. He vaguely remembered her mentioning something like that, but it was probably when he tried to get her naked, so things seemed blurry. Was that why she was so weepy lately?

"Huh? Even Schiper?"

"Yes! She's graduating already!" Henry interjected through gritted teeth. If only he'd listened to him, Ray would know why his sidekick was so angry with the world--or mostly him--and why it wasn't fair that his much younger sister could go to college before him. God, he wanted to punch him in his perfect teeth right now...

"Before shoo? She's schgraduating before shoo?"

"She took a lot of schummer shhcool, and I can't schtinkin' believe this is schappening to me!" The boy growled, losing his cool and zapping the ceiling a million times as the emotion flowed into his veins again. He'd stamped it down after leaving for the emergency call, but it had festered, and he wanted to hit something - preferably, someone. 

"Oh, God!" (y/n) gasped as the plaster cracked and fell after the gunfire, falling all around her, Ray, and Bose as Henry paced. 

Luckily, she had a strapping, big doofus to shield her head and keep her safe. However, Bose wasn't so fortunate, nor was he indestructible, so when a chunk of plaster hit him on the head, he collapsed on the floor, not two minutes into Captain Man's official care over him. Wow, that had to be a record. 

"Careful! You could have severely injured my chances of getting a statue!" Ray hissed, glaring at his reckless sidekick. Of course, the statue was everything, but one stern look from his beloved fiancée and Ray cared about the kid too, releasing her waist to let her kneel by his side and check his head for any wounds. They couldn't give him back if he was...dead. 

"I don't think he's too hurt. Just concussed," (y/n) muttered, smoothing Bose's hair out of the way and only seeing a small lump, no cuts or blood, thank God. 

However, Henry didn't take too kindly to Ray's tone or how he predictably cared about himself and no one else. It was always the same story with him; his problems came before everyone else's, and as long as he was okay, no one mattered, sometimes not even (y/n). And he was supposed to love her. Henry was tired of cleaning up after him, apologising, guiding him down the right path--acting like a grown-up but being treated like a child. 

So, he shot him. Not dangerously, just a little green flicker to the man's abs to make them sting, but Ray didn't take any insubordination. Not from his sidekick, and not when it wasn't in a playful, friendly-fire way. 

"Ow!" Ray exclaimed, holding his stomach from the mild pain, but Henry was already running out of the door when he and (y/n) were gawking in shock. This kind of rebellion was new to the couple, who felt like they were dealing with their first troublesome teen, acting out against his parents, and he wasn't even theirs. They felt useless - like their sweet, little Henry was gone...and he hated them. 

"Come back here!" He shouted after him, zapping a few lasers after him, but the kid was gone, running down the stairs and leaving (y/n) to handle Bose alone. 

She could patch up one kid, help him into the Man Van, and care for him. She'd been doing it for so many years. But her heart wept while she gently rubbed his sore head and told him to relax when he stuttered in Miss Danger's intimidating presence. 

Bose was cute and young, yet he reminded (y/n) of another kid she used to care for, one who had her heart forever...but he wasn't the little boy she made cookies for, hugged, or sobbed over a movie with. She longed to spend one more day with thirteen-year-old Henry, leaving part of her wondering if he was slipping through her fingers. 

~The Man Cave~

Having returned home, the argument was still going. They bickered in the car, and now, Ray and Henry were going back and forth as they came down the tubes. 

(y/n) was sick of hearing it, wishing they could return to the fun, playful mood they'd shared for the last six years. It wasn't like Ray and Henry to argue like that, and it was tearing her apart, making her nervous because nothing good came from arguments like that. But, there wasn't much she could say; neither wanted to listen, and she was busy entertaining Bose. 

That wasn't difficult - the kid was the intellectual equivalent of a goldfish, but she liked him. He just needed to grow up--as did the quarrelling hero and sidekick. 

"Albert Einstein."

"Doofus, what are you talking about?" The heroine grumbled as they touched down and stepped out of the tubes. He'd started listing random people for no apparent reason, confusing her and Henry. 

"LeBron James. The Pope. None of these people graduated from high school," Ray explained as his tube fell again, only this time, Bose came down. For security reasons, the man told him to wear a sack over his head, preventing the boy from seeing the Man Cave, its residents, or its secret location. 

"I am positive all those people graduated from high school," Henry argued, believing that even if they didn't, they were part of the lucky few who made something of their lives. Something else helped them become wealthy and successful, but what did he have? Nothing substantial, but, of course, Ray didn't care. He was distracted again...

"Oh, my God! Is that my statue?!" The hero exclaimed as (y/n) wiggled out of his grasp to attend to Bose, making his eyes drift across the room. Schwoz hovered near the elevator, fiddling with a vast crate delivered while they were out. New things always caught his attention, and given its size, there had to be something huge in it--and huge things excited Ray. 

He raced past his sidekicks, almost knocking poor Bosey over as he galloped down the stairs, uncaring if they had removed his hood. All that mattered was the supposed statue, even though it could've been anything. 

"Oh, wow. I thought it'd be bigger. Shut up. I don't care. Just open this crate--I wanna see my statue!"

"There's no statue inside," Schwoz replied, remarkably calm in his boss' excitement. And he was really excited, practically bouncing off the walls, even though it was his job to check every unknown package that entered the Man Cave. 

"Huh? Then what is this thing?" Ray asked. He hadn't ordered anything, and his sweet girl hadn't, so it suddenly seemed even more mysterious. And he wasn't the only one in awe of their surroundings; with the sack removed, Bose got his first glimpse of the Man Cave, which was everything he'd imagined and more. 

"Whoa! Is this the Man Cave?!"

"Who's that?" Schwoz asked confusion and slight fear written across his face. He wasn't used to strangers, and it had long been drilled into him that new faces didn't belong in his home, not even harmless little boys. 

"Uh, this is Bose. He's the vice mayor's stepson. We've got to watch him for a couple of days," (y/n) replied, petting the kid's amazingly soft hair as he smiled at the fuzzy weirdo. He didn't seem very threatening, and Schwoz didn't see the harm in the woman having another kid to look after for a bit. She could adjust to the changes around them - maybe it would stop her whining and moaning about her eternal loneliness. 

"Who's this guy? Schiper? Schasper?" Bose asked.

"Oh, no. That's...Schhhhhhhhwooooz. Schwoz! I did it again!" Ray slurred, not realising that his plan wouldn't work for half his helpers. Bose was slowly learning more and more about the Man Cave, causing (y/n) to facepalm at how he kept making things worse. 

"Nice to meet you, Schwoz," the boy said politely, offering his hand for Schwoz to fist-bump, which confused the genius. He wasn't up-to-date with the ways of the modern youth, so he just grasped his fist and awkwardly shook it as Ray mumbled to him. 

"You may wanna grab the Memory-Wiper."

"On it..." Schwoz nodded, even as (y/n) gave her doofus a stern stare. She hated that thing, but it was good compensation; after all, Bose and all his dumbness had a knack for knowing things he shouldn't. 

"What does the Memory-Wiper do?"

"Ooh, we might not need it, Ray," Henry muttered, agreeing with (y/n) that hurting the boy didn't feel right. Although, he wasn't as subtle as her, name-dropping his boss before he or anyone else realised what he'd done. 

"Who's Ray?" Bose asked innocently, making them all cringe since it didn't feel right hearing their names whilst in uniform. 

"Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Go get it," Kid Danger coughed, having a sudden change of heart as Ray squeezed his girl's hand - a small gesture to stop his temper from exploding. 

"Wait, wait, wait, Schwoz. What is this thing?" (y/n) asked, analysing this crate and coming up with nothing. It made her feel uneasy, like it had something to hide because there was no shipping note, stamp, or any other indication of who sent it or where it came from. She didn't like the unexpected, not when it could jump out and take them all by surprise. 

What was with her tummy today? It was suspicious of everything...

"It's for the meeting Kid Danger set up with the Mayor of Neighbourville," Schwoz replied, leaning against the wooden box as the boy's stomach dropped like a heavy stone. 

"Oh, no..." he groaned quietly, suddenly terrified as he stood before Captain Man and Miss Danger, who knew nothing about the little scheme he'd planned behind their backs. In hindsight, it didn't seem like such a good idea, not when he had to say it to their faces, but he was too deep now. 

"What kind of meeting?" Ray asked, holding his pretty girl's hand even tighter now because he sensed another argument coming. The nature channel told him it was natural for young males to challenge authority. Still, he'd never expected to have this much trouble with his loyal sidekick. 

"Is that today?"

"He's being recruited to be a superhero!" Schwoz hissed excitedly to the bewildered couple, despite Henry's subtle hints to shut up. Their mouths fell open like they were catching flies, staring at the boy like he'd betrayed them--and in a way, he had. He should've discussed it with them, but he'd been sneaking around instead, treating it like a big secret that Schwoz could know about but not them. 

"For Neighbourville!" Schwoz finished, a giant grin on his face whilst the couple felt the blood drain from their faces. It wasn't exactly lying, but...it felt like it. 

"Go get the Memory-Wiper, Schwoz!" Henry ordered the genius, getting a feeling that they would need it, judging by the deep frown on Ray's face. He didn't know what was worse, knowing his boss was angry or seeing the pure hurt on (y/n)'s face--knowing he'd hurt her by not talking to her about it. 

"Let me know if you take the job! Byeeeee!" The handyman scampered off, leaving to find the device as Bose waved goodbye. The heroes didn't offer him the same thing, too busy staring each other out with bleeding hearts and wounded pride. Ray was the first to talk, (y/n) feeling conflicted like she wanted to yell at the kid for being so conniving but protect him from the tongue-lashing her doofus had in-store. 

"Oh, yeah?" Ray said through a tight smile, their hands like a lifeline for them as they clung to calmness. Bose stood in the middle, having done nothing wrong, looking so innocent like a lamb in a war zone; he didn't know what he'd wandered into. 

"Listen, I can explain..."

"Oh, yeah?" Ray squeaked, trying to keep his emotions from bursting out. One wrong move, and he'd say something stupid; he was not used to being emotionally intelligent, but that was why his sweet girl was with him, her free hand stroking his arm as she tried to remain rational. 

Could he explain everything? It seemed so cruel, but Henry was done lying to them...

"Previously in the Man Cave...Captain Man and Miss Danger were upset to find out that Kid Danger had set up a meeting to be recruited by the Mayor of Neighbourville. Schwoz was off finding the Memory-Wiper--whatever that is. Bose was a little hungry. Let's see what happens..."

"Uh, you okay there, buddy?" (y/n) asked awkwardly once the boy's random monologue finished, having come out of nowhere before Ray could chew Henry out. It neatly summed up everything that had happened since they'd entered the Man Cave, but was it necessary?

A small part of her was grateful because it had diffused some of the tension, easing nausea settling into her stomach, but it was so jarring. His tone sounded like a television recap, which was weird...because they weren't on a TV show. 

"Sorry. I watch a lot of TV," he replied sheepishly, but the cheesy grin he gave her was enough for them to forget the interruption. Ray had bigger things to worry about like his sidekick jumping ship to work for some losers in a subpar city. 

"So, how long have you been thinking about leaving us?" The hero asked, unable to meet Henry's eye as he rocked on the balls of his feet.

(y/n) cleared her throat at his words, not liking the bitter taste they left in her mouth because that wasn't true, right? This whole thing was just getting blown out of proportion - her Henry wouldn't do that. She tried to be strong for her doofus, remaining steadfast in her knowledge that Henry knew they loved him, and he returned that feeling, even if he was angry with his lacking graduation. 

"Look, I'm not trying to leave you, okay? Look, I don't even want the Neighbourville job."

"What's with the crate, then?" She asked, not trying to be abrasive or defensive like Ray was, but she was genuinely confused--and a little hurt. She was a big girl; she could learn to let go and teach Ray that it was okay too, but he'd handled everything pretty poorly, inflaming everything until it was painful. 

"The Mayor wouldn't stop calling me, okay?! So, I thought I'd just let him come here and make his case, and then, I'd say no, and he'd never ask me again," the boy explained, feeling a little prickly at her tone - as if she was accusing him of misbehaving. Out of everyone, he wanted her to understand--the last person he ever wanted to hurt. 

"Yeah, okay! Yeah! Hey, let's hear his pitch! I mean, if he's come from Neighbourville, it's probably lame," Ray sniffed bitterly, thinking his own sidekick had snubbed him, even if he planned to decline the offer. 

Yet Ray was the king of cutting his nose off to spite his face, so he pushed open the crate, allowing the front panel to fall to the side so whoever was inside could say their piece and leave. However, he never expected them to be desperate, willing to pull out all the stops, and genuinely persuasive, so when a party drone flew out of the surprisingly roomy box, he and (y/n) stepped back. 

The device entered the room with beams of multicoloured light shining down on them like a disco whilst a speaker played some song from the eighties. (y/n) thought Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler was a bit much, but she couldn't say the Mayor had no flair, quirking an eyebrow when confetti fell like the first snow. And that was before the guy's big entrance. 

He popped out of the crate in his usual crisp, navy suit and Mayor's sash, a microphone in his hand and a board wedged under his arm. He had ten times the personality of Vice Mayor Willard, and he danced - an immediate improvement on any politician in Swellview. 

"Hello, Kid Danger!" He greeted the gobsmacked boy, who didn't know what to say as his eyes flickered from the dazzling show to Bose and his elated face to Ray and (y/n) in all their bafflement. 

"Neighbourville needs a hero, and it could! Be! You!"

"This doesn't seem lame!" Bose shouted to Ray over the music, shimmying his shoulders as the man's sad eyes longingly stared at his sidekick. His sidekick...maybe he didn't have music, lights, or killer dance moves, but their years of friendship had to count for something, right?

"Doofus..." Oh, and his sweet girl. She didn't feel inferior often, having grown comfortable in her skin, especially regarding the little family she'd collated. But, standing there with nothing to show or present, just her and her lover, made her feel stupid, like she should've brought it back up because if she was Henry and that man offered her a job...she'd be tempted. 

"First up. You're gonna love you're very own D-D-D-Danger Caveeeee!" The Mayor said, waving his arm wildly as the drone played a holographic video of what would be Kid Danger's secret hideout. He wouldn't have to play by Ray's rules under his own roof...

"And you'll never be lonely with your new roommates--these cheerleaders!" The man went out, pointing to the crate, where two boys and two girls came skipping out. They wore matching gold and green uniforms, swarming the boy with bright smiles and pom-as he stared at them in bewilderment. No one cheered his name like that now; it was usually all about Ray...

"Who cares about cheerleaders?" Captain Man asked bitterly, wrinkling his nose at their pep and enthusiasm as the squad gathered around his ecstatic sidekick. 

Whilst she wanted him to have the best opportunities, (y/n) couldn't help but feel jilted too, deeming these perks to be overkill, sullying the superhero job and elevating Henry to more like a celebrity than a saviour. It went against their shared morals - a superhero could enjoy the limelight, but he didn't need an entourage to bolster his image. 

"I'll tell you, who cares!" The Mayor replied in his stupidly loud, cheerful voice, "Kid Danger's new sidekick! Oh, Lil' Dynomite!"

"You've got to be shitting me," (y/n) mumbled as her body went numb, watching a short, lanky, blond boy run out of the crate. How big was that thing? First, a hideout, then cheerleaders, and now, Henry got his own sidekick, making him a hero in his own right, even though his supposed helper looked about eight years old and as much use as a hole in a parachute. 

"Hi, sir! Are you ready to have someone follow you around and tell you how great you are?" Lil' Dynomite asked in a squeaky, Mickey Mouse-like voice that screamed prepubescent child. 

He missed what made a sidekick because Henry never did that with Ray, nor (y/n). They told him straight, whether he was a role model or an asshole, and they certainly didn't just follow him around. They were superheroes, not The Kardashians - it required some skill and talent. 

"I mean, kind of, yeah..." Henry grinned, suddenly liking the job offer more after seeing the great perks for himself. Ray and (y/n) stood silently and watched, feeling bile rise in their throats when he fell for the glitz and glamour, hook, line and sinker. 

"Okay, wow! That's so great! And you're great for saying it!" Could he put up with such a gratin, little grub? That's what Lil' Dynomite was - an annoying, buzzing little insect, stealing their Henry from them, and Ray couldn't bear to let that happen. 

"You shut your lil' mouth!" He snapped, bearing his teeth angrily as he fought back tears. (y/n) had already lost, wiping her damp cheeks as she saw her precious baby high-five his potential sidekick, looking as happy as anyone about to enter a great job. She couldn't blame him for anything, but this wasn't how she'd expected things to play out. 

"And finally... What would you say to having your very own...statue?!" The Mayor asked, whipping the board from under his arm to show the kid. They'd drawn a rough schematic of his likeness in the middle, showing Kid Danger grinning on a plinth with his arms folded, much like Ray had envisioned himself forever set in stone. 

"Okay, that's enough!" The upset hero growled, deeming the statue to be the last straw. He could brush off the entourage and stupid, annoying sidekick, but Henry wasn't at statue level yet. He hadn't earnt it, and Ray didn't want to see his fiancée cry anymore. 

It was time to put an end to this farce. 

"That's right! A statue!--" Before the Mayor could pitch anything else, Ray blasted the drone, killing Bonnie's beat and the disco lights as it hit the floor in a smoking pile of nuts and bolts. The party atmosphere died instantly, making everyone glare at the hero for ruining the mood with his jealousy because that's what Henry saw it as. Not that he was upset or terrified of losing his best friend, but that he was jealous of his lowly sidekick finding better things in life. 

"You know, maybe you should take the job, Henry," Ray sniffed, shaking in anger as (y/n) looked at him with red, puffy eyes in concern. She knew he was resentful, but they were walking on a knife's edges, swimming in dangerous waters, and she didn't like where this was going - in front of too many people. 

"Who's Henry?" The Mayor asked, frowning at the loose-lipped hero. 

"Well done, doofus," (y/n) sighed, rubbing her blotchy face because now they'd have to wipe many memories, including Bose's. The kid didn't know when to shut up. 

"I think it's him," the clueless boy said, pointing at Kid Danger, who did nothing to deny the allegations. This had been a long time coming, and maybe it was the wrong way to end things, but he was tired. So damn tired of everything the Man Cave brought. 

"Where's that Memory-Wiper, Schwoz?!"

"I don't want the job," Henry told the Mayor, feeling a bit bad because it was a fantastic opportunity, but it wouldn't be right. 

"Oh, really? Because I'm starting to question your commitment to Swellview!" Ray hissed, not in his right mind from his pain and doubts, but he'd always reacted this way when things went wrong. He didn't know how to sit down and talk things through, and he thought it was easier to lash out and push things away than watch them leave, so he did.

He snarled at his sidekick in a manner that left Henry and (y/n) shocked, wondering where all this was coming from. He'd turned it down; that was what he wanted, right?

"Captain Man..." (y/n) said quietly, knowing it was time for her to step in and diffuse the situation before it blew up. God, she wished Charlotte or Piper were here; they could kick these stupid Neighbourville people out whilst she got the boys to calm down because this was what she was scared of. Emotions were running rampant, making her want to drag Ray away so he could take a few deep breaths before talking to the kid - not shouting. 

She wished for a lot of things. She wished she'd done things differently, intervened sooner, or thought of something smarter. But nothing happened. Just her worst nightmare unfolding before her eyes. 

"My commitment to Swellv--are you kidding me?!" Henry scoffed, not believing his boss just said that because he may have been a lot of things, but no one could dare accuse him of not being committed. That was an absolute joke.

"Well, you don't seem very committed to me!"

"Why don't we just--" (y/n) tried to butt in, yanking on Ray's arm to get him to move, but he refused, shaking her to confront the boy. Her heart was thumping in her ears, tears pooling in her eyes again for the fiftieth time that day, and she swore she was having a panic attack as the onlookers witnessed the heated exchange. 

"I'm not graduating from high school because of how committed I am to this job!" Henry argued, thinking he'd sacrificed so much for people he didn't know, forsaking his friends as they moved on without him. He never got any thanks, not even a well done for his efforts - was it so wrong that he'd considered other options? 

"Oh! My friends are leaving, and I'm stuck here in Swellview being a sidekick and saving lives!" Ray retorted, feeling like it was a personal attack on him. He'd dragged the kid into it, but need he remind him that this was what he wanted? He made it sound like such a bad thing when any kid would've died to have his job - talk about ungrateful. 

"Captain Man, that's enough! Kid Danger, that goes for you, too! Now, both of you--"

"No, it's not enough, (y/n)!" Henry growled, yelling louder than he ever had at the woman, who couldn't help but meddle. Interfere or help; it was a blurred line, but the kid didn't care. He didn't care who he was talking to or who was listening - she was supposed to understand. He'd given up everything for his city and had nothing to show for it, not even a future. 

"Who's (y/n)?" The Mayor frowned, figuring it had to be Miss Danger since that's who Kid Danger was talking to, but that couldn't be right... Why did it feel like they'd stumbled into something personal?

"I've been too busy saving everyone else's lives, I forgot to have one of my own!"

"You swore an oath to defend this city!" Ray spat, emotion thick in his voice as his precious girl weakly tugged at his arm, wanting to hide in his arms or run somewhere safe. He didn't know who his heart was bleeding for more, the one he always had or the one he was losing, making him feel helpless. 

She didn't deserve this after pouring her heart and soul into raising that kid- the same for him. They were a team. What had they done to deserve such hostility?

"When I was thirteen!"

"So?" (y/n) croaked, seeing nothing but fuzzy outlines from the water on her lashes, but she had to say something. So what if Henry was young? Her heart wanted to return to when things were simple and easy, when he followed her around with wide, innocent eyes full of wonder for everything she showed him. 

She kept saying it - she didn't want to hold him back. But, dear God, she couldn't let go, not like this. She wasn't...ready. She wasn't strong enough. 

"So, maybe I don't want to do it anymore!" Henry shouted back, hating seeing her so upset because it was true; they raised him. He learned more from them than school could have ever taught him. But he wasn't a baby anymore, and if she couldn't see that, then maybe it was time to rip the bandaid off. 

"Yeah, 'cause you're obviously terrified of being stuck here in Swellview with us!" Ray sniffed, hugging his trembling girl into his side as she tried to stay strong, but it was impossible. Hearing the sadness in his voice was one thing, but seeing the shiny streaks on his mask left by his tears broke the dam. 

"Yeah, Ray. I am!" 

"Who's Ray?" The Mayor asked again, thoroughly confused because they kept using these unknown names, and everyone knew Captain Man and his sidekicks didn't have real names. They were just superheroes...not people. 

"Dang, it!" 

"I think it's that guy. The one next to (y/n), who I think is Miss Danger," Bose explained quietly, unwittingly exposing everything like some goddamn soap opera. Still, luckily, it wasn't anything they couldn't fix. Unlike Henry and his mutiny...

"Where is that goddamn Memory-Wiper, Schwoz?!" (y/n) screamed, making her voice grow hoarse and raw, but she couldn't feel it. Her body felt numb, searching for a solution to a problem she couldn't solve, and that wasn't like her. It was her little party trick, healing everyone's wounds, patching things up with a sunshine smile, but what could she do once the music had stopped? No one was laughing now...

"I don't want to be your sidekick for another thirty, or forty years, or fifty years!" Henry said exasperatedly, his tone dying down to a tired sigh. He was tired of literally and emotionally fighting, pretending that his life was good when it really wasn't. 

"But, man, that was always the plan! You'd be my sidekick, and then you'd take over as Captain Man when I retire with--with my sweet girl," Ray mumbled, feeling like his empire was crumbling around him, all the plans he'd laid out once he'd found serenity. 

His future was secure in Henry because he'd allow him to live out his days with (y/n) peacefully, knowing he'd left the city in good hands, safe. He'd have the family he'd always dreamed of, and Henry would be his legacy.

"I don't want to be Captain Man, okay?! I don't ever want to be Captain Man! I will never, ever be Captain Man! I don't care if your dream is to settle down with (y/n)! What about my dreams?! Huh?" Henry stated sharply, spitting venom that poisoned the bond between the hero and sidekick with each cruel word. 

Ray glared at Henry, clenching his fists as a sob escaped (y/n)'s throat, her hand pressed to her mouth to stop herself from being sick. Their breathing was ragged, unbelievably hurt by the boy's words, but they'd done the same to him. They wanted different things, and it was heart-wrenching to think that this was where the path split into two, leaving nothing but bad blood and unrealised dreams behind. It wasn't supposed to end like this...

"Pssst...he's right there," Bose whispered to Kid Danger, his naivety contrasting the malice in the air as (y/n) gave him a watery smile. How do you explain to a child that sometimes even the best intentions aren't enough?

"Then, why are you even here?" Ray asked quietly, a frostiness settling over the Man Cave, banishing the usual warm, secure tranquillity it provided. The cold pushed out the good memories of fun and laughter shared between a family as they broke their bonds and shunned any love, making (y/n) blink in surprise because this was bad. 

She knew that; she knew she had a problem. But she could fix it, right? She was a thinker, so give her a pencil and she'd figure something out, discover a solution, and then, they could return to normal. Ray and Henry were her family, as were Schwoz, Piper, Charlotte and Jasper. She'd only just found them...it couldn't be over. 

"No, Ray..." she muttered, shaking her head as if denying what he was saying, but Henry took it as his cue to leave. 

"That's a good question..." he nodded bitterly before fumbling for the gum tube tucked into his belt. He yanked it free and took out a gumball while never breaking eye contact with his steely-eyed boss, who nervously glanced at the swarm of Neighbourville losers. What was he doing?

"Henry, no..." (y/n) whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as he calmly brushed past without giving them a second look, merely slapping the tube against Ray's chest for him to take. The coldness in his eyes...that wasn't her boy, yet she wouldn't let him leave without a fight. 

"What are you doing?" Ray asked quietly, clutching the tube against his pounding heart as (y/n) reached for the kid, her fingertips missing him by a few centimetres. He chewed slowly, giving the couple a stoic expression as he debated his following words, but he'd already decided. 

"Quitting," Henry said simply, knowing his sidekick's career had ended the minute it ruined his life. Maybe Ray could live a joyless life, and hey, he'd been lucky to find someone like (y/n) willing to live with his sacrifices, but Henry wouldn't be like that. He refused to take that risk. 

"Henry, no! Please, no--not like this! Please!" The heroine begged, holding out her arms to bring the kid into a hug, terrified that she was losing him for good. Not a see you later, or I'll visit you soon, but his way of cutting all ties and leaving without a goodbye. She hated those, but this was so much worse. 

Sobs wracked her body, making her shoulders shake as Ray limply placed a hand on one, hoping to comfort her, not that it helped. He felt the same heartache, wishing he could take it all back now that he knew it would lead to this - watching his best friend and beloved sidekick walk out his door. 

"I'm sorry, (y/n/n)," Henry sighed, gently grabbing her forearms with the tenderness she deserved. He didn't hate her; he didn't think that was possible, but he couldn't take one of her hugs right now. Her warmth and kindness would change his mind, and the thought of working another six years in the same routine pained him more than the idea of hurting her. 

So, he relented momentarily, paused chewing his gum, and pecked her on the cheek in a solemn offer of goodbye. After years of being a second mother to him, it wasn't much, but it quelled her sobs, making the woman release a shaky breath instead. Her tears were silent as he stepped back, leaving her cold and numb again, longing to yank him back and squeeze him tight. 

'I'm not ready...' she thought again painfully, knowing she'd reflect on that moment in future years and scold herself for making it all about her, but what was she supposed to do? She'd wake up tomorrow and realise Henry Hart wasn't in her life anymore, forever haunted because she never gave him one last hug. 

Stepping away from the distraught woman, Henry calmly blew his bubble for the last time, removing his uniform in front of everyone, not that he cared. Kid Danger was a thing of the past, and there was just him in his place. Henry, as it always should have been. 

"Hey, everyone. I'm Henry Hart," he said cooly as the onlookers gasped, and he removed his Whiz Watch, throwing it for Ray to catch - the last thing tying him to his old life. 

"And I used to be Kid Danger." His hand hit the elevator button, and without another word, the boy turned his back on his former boss and his fiancée and stepped inside. This was it, his last time in the Man Cave before he was just another kid; honestly, he never expected to feel this salty over it. 

"Oh, and Ray?" He called out after pressing the button to go to Junk-N-Stuff. He had one last thing to say, even if it was just a cheap shot. 

"What?" The man asked throatily, unable to move a muscle as betrayal and regret took root in his stomach. 

"I'm taller than you," the kid smirked, feeling a hollow victory as the door slid shut, taking him away from Ray, (y/n), and everything associated with the Man Cave. If he heard the name Captain Man, it would be too soon, and right now, all he wanted to do was go home and sleep for a million hours. 

Had he really just quit? The hazy knowledge made him feel like he was floating above the ground, feeling freedom he hadn't felt in six years...but also an emptiness. If he wasn't Kid Danger, who was he? What did Henry Hart stand for? Who was he without the mask?

"Doofus..." (y/n) cried, whirling around and throwing herself against Ray's chest to weep, his strong arms crushing her against his body. He had to stay strong for her, refusing to be weak when she needed him most, but he couldn't. Henry was gone...for good. 

Ray didn't know what to do for the first time. He had no one to turn to, just the broken woman shaking in his embrace. They were alone...but they weren't. Even when grieving, the heroes never had a moment to themselves, surrounded on all sides by laughing hyenas and court jesters. 

"Excuse me, sir... Can I get a ride home?" A squeaky voice asked, causing Ray to slowly turn his head and see Lil' Dynomite smiling up at him. Of all the nerves...was this kid asking for a smack in the mouth?

He wouldn't be saying that when Schowz finally found the Memory-Wiper. And Henry wouldn't be laughing when he came crawling back to him. That's right; he'd be back. His sweet girl didn't have to cry over anyone, especially not a little kid who didn't know a good thing when he had it. 

Kid Danger was the best thing that ever happened to him, so Ray knew he wouldn't just walk out on it. He'd be the one laughing in the end, and not just because he was taller--which he most definitely was. 

Henry would be back. He was sure of that, and when he finally crept through that elevator door, an apology on his tongue, Ray would give him an offer he couldn't refuse--better than anything Neighbourville had to offer. 

He'd come back. He had to. The Man Cave didn't feel like home without him. 

~ A while later~

(y/n) wouldn't say things were okay. But she wouldn't say they were bad, either. 

An hour had passed since Henry stormed out, and she'd come to terms with the horror of never seeing him again. Maybe. At least, that's what she told herself to stop crying. She'd cried enough for one day, getting through an entire box of tissues after Ray gently placed her on the couch and kissed her salty lips. 

He promised to fix everything, telling her to wipe her pretty eyes, wait, and see because Henry would return. She didn't see it herself, wailing that he hated them and she should've tried harder, been kinder, and helped him sooner. It broke Ray's heart to see her so upset, so he vowed to get that kid back in his Man Cave, grovelling on his knees for her forgiveness. 

His (y/n) was too lovely to be hurt like this, so the hero got to work.

While Bose hovered around the upset lady, patting her head and saying silly things to make her smile, Schwoz wiped a few memories, starting with Neighbourville's Mayor and resident cheer team. The ditzy airheads didn't have much to erase, but it made for a quick job while Ray tapped away at the supercomputer. 

"Okay, I'm almost done wiping everyone's memories," the genius said, dashing around the room as he stood Lil' Dynomite underneath a tube. He'd be ejected from the room once his mind became mush, but Ray didn't care. He was too busy with other, more important things. 

"Hey, handsome," (y/n) mumbled as she slinked over from the couch, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing a long kiss to his cheek. Bose wrinkled his nose at the affection, thinking it was icky, grown-up stuff. Still, he didn't say anything. He was too curious about what all the flashing buttons did on the console to walk away and mind his business. 

"What a cutie!" Schwoz giggled, too, making the woman throw a confused look over her shoulder since, usually, she was the only one to compliment Ray's gorgeous features. Huh...he sure wiped Lil' Dynomite's memory quickly; the boy had already gone up a tube by the time she turned around, making her slightly suspicious...

Whatever: Ray distracted her soon enough. His incessant tapping and beeping dragged her attention back to the computer, leaving Schwoz to happily do whatever he was doing - releasing irritating wannabe sidekicks without wiping their memories. All that jazz. 

"Hey, sweet girl..." the man muttered, a pang of happiness hitting his heart when she curled around him. Seeing her on her feet and knowing she'd stopped crying was good, but he wouldn't rest until everything was normal. They had a wedding to attend at some point, and there was still a seat with Henry Hart's name on it. 

"Whatcha doin'?" Bose asked before (y/n) could, staring at the computer and making Ray jump because he was too lost in his work and lover to notice him. God, that kid was quiet...

"Buying a school," he replied after some debate, wondering if he should tell his darling girl when she was so teary, but he couldn't hide what was splashed across his monitors. It sounded stupid, but it was part of his master plan to get his youngest sidekick back, so he didn't expect anyone to understand. After all, a desperate man seemed insane to anyone else. 

"A school? Why, Ray? Why?" (y/n) asked, tilting her head to the side as she studied the buildings he'd listed on-screen. This wasn't a whimsical purchase; some were listed for millions of dollars, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to ask where he was getting the money--or why a school would help them. 

"A school of fish? Good idea," the child beside them said solemnly, baffling them with his overactive imagination. Out of everything he could've thought of, that's what he went with?

"You gonna ride 'em or race 'em?"

"No, it's a school for people," Ray told him, thinking he'd found another weirdo as he kept scrolling, kissing his girl's cheek. He hadn't returned the gesture when she did it, and he really needed the affection, feeling abandoned and loveless after Henry's loss. 

"Good idea. You gonna ride 'em or race 'em?"

"What? No, I'm buying a fake school so that when Henry comes crawling back in, begging me for his job--" Ray explained, losing (y/n) as she failed to see his logic. A fake school - what would that do? She wanted to ask or at least let him finish. But, Schwoz had other ideas, sneaking up to the supercomputer with the Memory-Wiper in hand to complete his task. 

"One last memory to wipe!" He exclaimed, aiming the contraption at Bose, who, unlike the others, didn't run, scream, or cower when faced with losing everything they'd ever known. He just stood there, showing off his dimpled smile like he didn't have a care in the world - (y/n) almost wanted to tell Schwoz to spare him, not knowing the genius had already done so with one little boy. 

"Won't take long. Not a whole lot going on in the old...um..."

"Brain?" She said for him when Bose stumbled, tapping his forehead like he couldn't remember what gave him his limited intelligence. 

"No..." The boy shook his head, thinking harder as the correct word escaped his grasp. 

"Head?" Ray suggested, thinking that he was dumb but not this dumb. It was embarrassing...and something would pop if the kid thought anymore. 

"No... What was the first one?"

"Brain?" (y/n) said, wondering if she'd displeased some god and was trapped in an eternal hell with the world's slowest child and her heart in tatters. 

"No..." Bose shook his head again, and Schwoz took that as the final straw. He took aim, ready to fire the green beam at the kid and get him out of the Man Cave, but suddenly Ray had a thought. As much as he wanted to be free of the troublesome boy, there was a small problem, and although it pained him, he couldn't let the genius carry on. 

"Wait, wait, hang on, hang on..." he groaned, rubbing his tired eyes with his thumbs, "If I'm gonna get my statue, we gotta return this kid like we found him."

"Sitting down! On it!" Bose grinned, quickly diving into the computer chair after Ray stood up, pulling his sweet girl against his chest. He needed some time to think and hug her, always coming up with his better ideas when she was in his arms--or more like, (y/n) ended up thinking of something for him. 

"Hmmm..." the woman paused, rubbing her little grey cells together before leaning up for a kiss. She needed his peppermint-bubblegum flavour to kickstart some inspiration in her. After lingering for a few seconds and licking at his lips, it struck her, making her face light up in a way Ray adored. 

"Schwoz..." she said, turning to the genius with a crazy but not impossible idea.

"How hard would it be to alter the Memory-Wiper so it only erases specific memories? Like only memories involving me, Ray, or things we've said or done?"

"Yeah, there's a setting right here," Schwoz shrugged, ignoring her question and turning it into a statement as he casually pointed to a small button on the device's main body. The couple stared at it, blinked a few times, and looked back at him, wondering who would strangle him first because what the fuck? Did they hear him correctly? A setting?

"I'm sorry, what?" Ray asked in a tight, polite voice. Hopefully, he'd heard him wrong; that way, Schwoz would keep his life and head on his shoulders. 

"It's easy! I can adjust this setting, and it will only wipe the memories of you," he replied, not knowing what he'd said to make them look like that. He'd used it many times before; it wasn't his fault they'd never noticed. 

"Then why the hell haven't we been doing that this whole time, Schwoz?! Do you know how many vegetables we've had to dump on street corners because of this thing?!" (y/n) exclaimed, angrily pointing her finger at the wretched invention. Karma was gonna get her for all those poor souls they destroyed, not that Schwoz cared--rather, the opposite. 

"'Cause it's so funny! Oh, no! I don't know who I am! I've lost all knowledge of my life and the people who love me!" He chuckled mockingly, imitating the idiots who were dumb enough to stumble across Captain Man's secrets. 

It didn't affect him, so why should he care? In fact, Ray agreed with him, breaking out into a fit of giggles with Bose that had (y/n) slapping their arms and frowning at them. She had to scold them; someone had to keep them in line, but she was so busy being responsible, and they were so busy being slightly evil that no one noticed the strange thing happening behind them. 

"That's true... So funny."

"No, it's not, you doofus!" (y/n) said, too fixated on his rugged handsomeness and the stress of wiping a child's memory that she didn't see the thick, leafy vines lowering from the ceiling. 

"Schwoz, just wipe his memories of me and Ray. Just me and Ray, okay?"

"Got it!" The small man nodded, flicking a few switches to adjust the setting as Bose stood still. He didn't have much going on in his brain, so he would face anything with naïve bravery, meaning all Ray had to do was step back and shield his sweet girl's view. She never liked watching...

Backing away from the two, Ray and (y/n) didn't watch where they were going, their gazes fixed on Schwoz and Bose. Their boots hit the vines, which had been twisted and tied, so there were two loops at the end, and by then, it was too late. They were snagged before they knew what was happening, turning the world upside down as it hauled them off their feet. 

"Ayyyyyeee!" Schwoz shrieked at the surprise attack, but the figure that dropped from the ceiling turned his blood to ice. He was tall, dark, and menacing, dressed in black clothing with a face that could turn milk sour. This day had been a long time coming, but it had finally arrived...and it began with swiping Captain Man and Miss Danger's laser remotes. 

Two orange bolts sent Schwoz and Bose to the floor, perfectly unconscious and harmless, as the man grabbed the hero by his shoulder and turned his face to his. What (y/n) saw frightened her because she'd written him off as a forgotten, faceless ghost she only ever saw in her nightmares. He wasn't supposed to exist anymore, yet here he was...as much of a bastard as the day she met him. 

Infiltrating Kid Danger's house was easy, but he'd always thought the Man Cave would be more challenging. Still, it was nice to see that the old man had lowered his guard after so many years--walking himself and his precious cupcake into his trap without any encouragement. 

"Remember me?" He growled, smirking at Ray's pale face as he clawed for breath, reeling from the second punch to his gut that day. His hand felt for (y/n)'s, instinctively fighting to protect her, even whilst hanging upside down, but it was useless. She was flailing just as much as he was, trying to kick, punch, and run away simultaneously. 

One word fell from her mouth, a whimper escaping at the vulnerable position she found herself in. She'd always sworn that he'd never get the better of her again, but he tricked them. Goddamn it, he tricked them, and she knew his game - head over heels for him, just as he liked her. 

How could she forget the bastard that left her in ruins? He stood before her, foul breath hitting her face as he reached to cruelly grab her jaw, twisting her face to look at him. He wanted the great Captain Man and the woman he stole--the woman he lusted for--to witness his eternal glory. 

All he'd ever taught her was pain and misery, making her relive it as a sick grin jerked across the bastard's face when she whispered...

"Drex."

[wildestdreamsblog]

Soft! Dark prompt You did this to me, little one. You made me your monster with Henry Cavill

Should’ve known I’d be the first to leave

Pairing: Mafia!Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Soft!Dark Henry, Swearing, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: nonnie, this one I got from my WIP that I haven’t gotten around to posting bcos of other WIP I currently have heheh. Thank you for celebrating with me!!! Hope you are having a wonderful day! You can see other stories for my 800 celebration here 💕 thanks for reading my fanfics, hun!

You turned around slowly to look at the man behind you. He was sleeping peacefully, the curls of his hair hanging on his forehead. You could see a hickey on his neck. And from waist down, you peeked under the blankets to see if you were naked. Thank god you weren’t. You were wearing a big shirt which was his. But Henry.. Henry was naked as the day he was born, his cock was in a semi-hard state, peeking from the dark hair of his groin. He was plastered on your back, you could feel the precum from the head.

Mine, he whispered on your breasts as he marked every skin his lips could find. Your chest was an art and he was the artist. You’re mine, Y/N. His fingers, his thick and long fingers found you wet slit. He flick his finger along your slit, making you gasped from sensation. He chuckled darkly, he lifted his head from your nipples to look at you. You’re this wet? He started inserting his finger in you, making you whimper. I’m the only one who can do this to you, Little dove

You need to go. You couldn’t, and refused to, looked at him once he woke up. You tried to lift his heavy arm from you, slowly, as to not wake him up. You couldn’t handle the beast of a man behind you. Once you were free of his arms, you started moving away from the thigh he wedged in between your legs. You stifled the whimper you almost made when your pussy lips unintentionally rubbed his muscly thigh.

You wanted to stab someone, specifically Henry when you got home and had the chance to examine your body. The marks he left on you were screaming in color- your breasts and neck were peppered with marks, and once you turned around the mirror, you saw that even your ass was marked. What the fuck, Henry.

You can’t ever leave me, he said as he watched your face in ecstasy, his fingers doing wonders on you. Almost there, you whimpered. His finger rubbing on your clit. Say you won’t ever leave me, dove. Promise me, he said in a hard voice. Yes, whatever you want, Henry.

Your eyes widened when you saw a hulking man stomping his was towards you. What do you do when a bull made its way to you? You run. And that’s what you did, you ran. But you didn’t make it far, as yoh felt muscular arms around your waist lift you from the ground. He made a quick movement, his guards quickly surrounding the area, ensuring that they blocked the exits, ensuring that you were now effectively trapped with their boss and your lover, Henry.

“You can never leave me, dove,” he whispered in your ear before prying your passport away from your grasp very calmly, as if you weren’t putting up a fight for your freedom.

You knew there was more than what meets the eye when you met him, you even some lurking darkness in his eyes on rare moments he was unguarded. But what you discovered today made you realized there was so much more than that- and ultimately, you could not and would not live a life like his. You could not stand idly by alongside him. It would go against your nature, your soul. “You’re a monster,” realization dawned into you.

He smiled tenderly at you, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand, the signet ring he wore on his pinky finger cold against your skin. “You did this to me, little dove,”

You shook your head as he nodded at his security, and before you knew it, the large man had your purse containing your phone and wallet. You glared at the men so hard you almost didn’t notice the way Henry gripped your chin softly, effectively turning your head to him.

“You made me your monster.”

[yanderenightmare]

Can you write some more about nice guy jock kiri? Please and thank you. Have a good day!

yandere ! KIRISHIMA EIJIRO - RED RIOT

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, suggestive language, manipulation, coercion

THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY

He said she could pick the movie this time.

He said she could pick out any movie at all. Whatever she wanted, they were going to watch. Yet in the time she’d spent making lunch, Kirishima sprawled lazily in her bed, browsing half-mindedly, eyes sliding from viewing the screen to looking at her round grabbable ass dancing as she padded about the small kitchen, begging for him to come pinch as she put the stir-fry in bowls and walked over to plot herself down next to the muscly block of man, he’d already picked a movie, far away from something she’d choose, though when eyeing what puppy-dog look he gave her, she couldn't very well say no.

Kirishima has always been clingy. She wouldn't like to call it suffocating, or controlling, though it does border on the word. But she cannot blame him for being handsy and suggestive when they’re alone, in her apartment, in her bed. He’s always been needy, always touching her, so very big-hearted and forward, easily distracted, easily discarding of tasks in favor of doing what new activity calls for his attention, like a dog.

She was becoming quite used to his confident nature, how hap-hazardously he would go about touching her, kissing and licking at her the way he so often went about doing, so much so it was strange to think that they hadn't ever actually slept together.

They had been dating for a couple weeks, and Kirishima was clear about his intentions and aspirations and wants and needs from the start, being a very open honest person, but she couldn't help but feel as though he was pushing her, nudging her, guilt-tripping her with candid words of how horny he was because of her, how frustrated he was, how frigid, how it was effecting his schoolwork, how good a boyfriend he was for waiting, for being patient and tolerant, how she couldn't blame him for wanting something in return, even though that something was a thing she wasn't ready to give him.

It would be wrong if she said he didn't respect her wishes, because he had, albeit begrudgingly. Each time she invited him over, or... he invited himself over,  when he became rowdy, it would always take a good amount of bargaining and persuasion on her side, which was always met with even more coaxing and encouragement from him. How he would message his hand into the inside of her thigh, and she would push ever so gently to keep him at bay until he finally laid off, the mood stiff and awkward as he left her apartment to walk to his own place, alone, with a rejected boner he would have to take care of alone, then go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. He had still respected her wish in the end, or... maybe not respected, but at least accepted it.

She hadn't picked out the movie, and it being something she hadn't really invested very much thought into, she didn't try and stop him from nuzzling into her neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh found there. She allowed him to lift her shirt up to rub circles into her stomach with his warm roughened hand, let him grab and grope and mold her breast through the fabric of her bra, let him swing his leg over her body, to lock her position beneath him and his brawny heavy frame as he cuddled into her.

She could already feel the stiff bulge bump into her thigh, tried to forgive him for always riling himself up when he knows what her answer’s going to be, knows how she isn't ready to give him what he wants. Hearing his breathing picking up, becoming rugged and raspy, hot against her neck as he tried humping into her, having rolled and positioned and handled both their bodies so he could lie between her thighs, face mushed into the soft skin of her neck, nipping at her collarbones , spiky hair poking into the underside of her chin, hands abrasive when squeezing at the flesh of her ass and thighs, gripping them to lock around his torso, venturing to grab at her waist and breasts, becoming more and more frenzied, more and more rugged, forgetting his strength, forgetting her protests, getting more and more carried away.

She jolted once she felt his fingers hook into the band of her panties, having slipped up her skirt and spidered playfully up her thigh. She grabbed his arms loosely, small hands obviously not able to wrap around the thickness of his muscles, though applying what strength she deemed necessary to make him take her seriously, lightly digging her fingernails into his skin. “Uhm, Kiri-” She squeaked unsurely, breaching the shapeless noisy silence of heavy breathing and rugged groans and building growls that had filled the room, movie still quietly playing in the background, white noise completely ignored by the burning of her ears.

“Come on, let me feel.” He purred into her ear, giving her lobe a nibble. 

“Uhm, I don't think-” She shoved at him, balls of her feet digging into the mattress, trying to sit up.

He laid his weight down on her, immobilizing her movement, keeping her under him. “Come on...” He drawled, voice rumbling. “Please?” Mumbling into her skin, knowing how it always makes her giggle from the tickle by the light scruff on his chin, knowing it makes her sweet and pliable. “Pretty please? It’ll feel good, I promise.” 

He didn't really wait for any response, his face mushed into her neck, seeming cute as he pleaded but also acting as a great trap, his hand succeeded in pushing her panties aside, warm worn fingers, foreignly larger cuddled with the sensitivity kept there. His breath shuddered, lips spreading into a toothy grin against her neck, so wide she could feel it. 

“Aww.” He moaned. “That’s so warm and wet.” She cringed, but hadn't the time to tell him to stop, hadn't the time to decide that she valued her limits more than maintaining the good vibe, and then she hadn't the mind to really think about it at all, too preoccupied with wrapping her thoughts around the fact that Eijiro had just pushed one thick knuckled finger inside her, roughly at that, pumped it in, stuffed her with it, with an equally chaffed thumb-pad laying heavy pressure down into her little beading clit.

It would probably have felt awful, the brutish boyish clumsy inconsiderate rubbing, but having him dry-hump into her for the better half of the entire movie made for a little messy spill between her thighs, perfectly ready to make whatever rough movement he gave seem like God’s touch, enough to have her moan at once.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, cocky undertone almost completely smoked out by livid lust, his arousal so very clear in his voice as he removed his weight when feeling her body melt and comply to what his hand was giving her of bliss. His large muscly frame rising to kneel between her legs, having her thighs hiked up and spread atop of his, forehead resting against hers. She bobbed her head in a series of quick sporadic nods, teeth biting harshly into her lip as she watched with a bowed head his finger disappear in and out the vulnerable sensitivity found between her spread thighs, the smell of beer on his heavy hot breaths fan over her face before he kissed her head. “You wanna cum?” She gave a moan, indicating an unspoken yes as he rubbed his thumb over and over her tender pearl, pushing another one of his long fingers inside her, making her gasp out a moan, mewing as he curled and scissored the two digits inside her, making her inevitable unraveling arrive much quicker.

He wiped his sticky hand on his pant leg with a small smug smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, watching as her head fell back to rest against the pillow again, beginning to unbutton his jeans. 

The sound of him sliding down his zipper pulled her focus back, eyelids fluttering open just in time to watch him pull his throbbing hard erection out with a sigh. And though the red-head had gone about the reveal in an unceremonious manner, whether it was out of lack of showmanship or Kirishima deeming it unnecessary, it didn't really matter to the virgin beneath him. She took one look and she wasn’t able to look away. A surprising black bush drew her focus at first, what more the two easter-eggs that seemed to be nestling there, but not before long her eyes felt the need to follow what bulging pumping purple vein ran up the underside of the thickness, almost like a spine, or a pin that reached up to a red-blushed head, glossed like a candy-apple, with a slit running though it and a spill of pre-cum dripping down to disappear in the dark forest below.

She could swear it sized up to her whole arm’s-length.

Her eyebrows knitted as she continued eyeing the hard pole, watching it bob with strength, straining against his stomach, standing proudly on it’s own as he lifted his shirt off his arms and shoulders, throwing it to the floor, revealing what mouthwatering washboard rock-hard abs he kept beneath. 

His hand once again reached out, this time to grab her wrist, guiding her shaking hand back to his thick member, watching her hesitate to wrap her delicate little fingers around his length once he squeezed her wrist too hard in impatience, seeing her bite her lip at the feel of the almost rubbery-smooth texture of his length in her palm, warm to the touch. His larger hand wrapped around her smaller one, guiding the movement as he started pumping up and down.

He groaned, head hung and resting atop her shoulder where he knelt with her sitting form in his lap, red eyes with wide pupils locked on watching her small hand loosely holding onto him, his cock looking so unbelievably huge in her tiny grasp, like some beast, where the more he thought about it and the more he looked, it was big compared to all of her, he could only imagine what she was thinking as she eyed his length with that cute childish level of curiosity and sweet tinge of virgin anxiety. She needed to bite her lip to prevent it from trembling, wanting to squeeze her thighs shut when they too became unruly, wanting to protect what was kept between them.

It only made his cock throb even harder.

“I- fuck-” He grunted, thrusting shallowly up into her hand by angling his hips up, looking down upon her enticing pretty silken dew-kissed heat, his finger greedily reaching to touch the tender entrance only to hear her whimper out a small whine at once when his rough digits brazenly made contact. “You’re so shy, it’s adorable.” 

The loosely given hand-job felt good around his priorly ignored arousal, what with how sensitive he was, but was missing what her pussy was welcomingly dripping with. 

He lowered himself, hand grabbing his base to steady the attack, yet was declined by her placing her own hand in front of the poor unsuspecting virgin tightness. “Uhm, Kiri- I-”

He shushed at her, prying her hand easily away, replacing it with his own, rubbing those electrical patterns he did before into her pretty budding pearl. “No, no, Baby. Come on. Pretty please, it’ll feel so good, I’ll be gentle okay? It’ll be good, I promise.” He swirled his thumb over her clit, an act far from gentle, though sending those sharp involuntary spikes of pleasure into her core, giving to something pooling in her stomach, something warm and sticky and heavier than before, almost burdening with how it strained in the muscles of her thighs, making her shake beneath the man’s mere thumb. “I love you, Baby, don't you want us to take the next step?”

“Uhm...” She gasped as he abused the sensitivity under his course strength.

“Thank you, Baby.” He purred, lips carved into a smile fit for devouring, planting kisses down her face and into her neck, his cock pushing into the velvet folds.

But she backed up, balls of her feet pushing into the mattress, her palms doing the same, but Kirishima had other plans, none of them including letting her up.

“Kiri, no-” She pushed lightly at his chest then, as she’d done before, trying to soothe and smooth over the feathers she’d ruffled, trying ever so gently in those small soft caresses to apologize for having riled him up so.

But seems this time he wouldn't have that either, her hands cupped and pulled rather dismissively out of the way, dominated by his own and how he intertwined his digits, raking them in with her dainty ones, locking their hands, or rather securing hers, before pushing them flat into the sheets beside her, giving him full access to what lied beneath him without her bothersome fists getting in his way. “Come on, Babe... stop being a little tease...” Her hands slipped their confinements in his as he rather needed them to manage her body, felt that twitching itch to grab and grope and tug and pull at all her doughy flesh. She gasped as he groped a mans handful of her ass, bumping his bare cock into her, rubbing it up and over her pussy, bobbing between their stomachs.

His face was still so adamant on nibbling at the flesh of her collar, leaving what she knew to be ugly swelling purple stains that turned into those vile green and yellow marks looking like fungus blooming on her skin. “I’m sorry-” It was all too much to have his warm skin pressed against her, his naked hardness, all of him, his rough hands, his brutish needle-sharp teeth, that thing that poked at her, humped into her where he’d made a sticky wet hot mess, with her underwear put somewhere out of sight and most definitely out of reach. “I’m not ready to-” Her hands tried softly but with increasing effort at getting him off, trying to get her discomfort across to the seemingly clueless baboon who was handling her body to his own selfish ends on top of her. 

“It’s fine.” His voice was heated, soft despite trodding over her own, as he tried calming her down, again with his hands tugging at her wrists and pushing the annoying things away from him, again so he could lie himself down on top of her. “We’ll try something-” His efforts at soothing her weren’t appreciated by the girl beneath as she continued pushing, bordering on thrashing beneath the giant red-head.

“Kiri, stop. ” There was an edge to her voice this time, an edge he didn’t appreciate.

Large hand wrapped their fingers around her wrist and crushed it with a strength she couldn't hope to match, a dark chuckle following, rumbling just beside her ear alongside a small smile carving his lips at the cute pop of bones followed by her whimper. “Stop being so difficult, Babe.” He chastised, voice dismissive and completely unbothered by her spiked struggles, treating her reluctance like it was nothing but a minor inconvenience he could simply swat away like a fly. “I know you’ll like it, you just need to-”

“I don’t need to do anything!” She cried now, adorable small whines as she tried prying her hand out of his hold. “Get off me!”

“Kinda feels like you’re trying to piss me off here.” His tone darkened, and so did the look in his eyes, and though she was just short of bawling with the lump  of hopelessness and fear caught stuck in her throat, the adrenaline gave her such a rush of confidence as her leg finally managed to shuffle under his, allowing her to knee him right in that swelled thick slug he was so transfixed on appeasing.

And though she managed briefly to slip out from beneath him, it was no victory, and she felt that ounce of triumph that fluttered in her heart snuff out at the feel of his brawny taunt and rock hard arms wrap around her torso, hoisting her off the ground, only to throw her right back where she’d been laying not moments ago.

“Please, Eijirou, please, you're scaring me, stop.” She kicked now, flopping beneath him like a fish hauled up on a boat, tried prying her hands out of his grasp yet couldn't stop him from holding her down, rolling her on her stomach while he pulled off his uniform necktie, bending her arms behind her back and tightening the noose around her wrists, pulling the tail between them to secure the knot tightly, before rolling her back with her hands being crushed beneath her.

Her face reappeared tear-slicked and panicked. “There we go, all pretty and perfect for me.” He lightly tapped her face as he stuffed her mouth with the panties he fished back up from his pockets, settling between her legs again as she whined through the make-shift gag.

Rough course hand, like sandpaper, like rock, slid down between her thighs, slowly in their venture, pushing and kneading into the softness, hungry as they groped and pushed her open, wrapped her around his torso so he could slap his rock-solid cock onto her vulnerable little opening.

“Let me paint a picture for you, Babe.” He started, catching her attention. 

Her eyes so unbelievably wide as she looked up at him through the thick hazy ominous darkness of the room, a darkness that once seemed so cozy now so overwhelming, the sun having gone down, the TV turned to black, the lights left off and the only glimmer coming from the streetlights and the dim white glow of the moon shining in through her window, leaving Kirishima’s sharp teeth to hang above her and how they seemed to drip, eerie shadows cast upon his face, eyes red and hazy, drooped to slits, drunk and cocky as he continued rubbing his cockhead up through the lips of her pussy ever so causally, like she wasn’t bound and bawling beneath him. 

“So listen up and listen carefully. Can you do that, Babe?” 

She felt cold suddenly, chilled to her core by his tone, reduced to shivering beneath his confident touch, shuddering where she laid, chest pushed upward above the support her arms gave, head drawing in the dune of her pillow, thighs lifted to straddle her boyfriend’s waist, his hand keeping her there by curling his thumb into the underside of her knee. 

“The way I see it, you have two options.” He leaned in, voice sturdy but soft like a straight-jacket. “Either you be my good girl and give me what’s mine.” Tone swooping low into a growl. “Or...” 

His hands moved steadily as they began unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up, planting a kiss on the newly exposed skin of her tummy, just short of her belly-button. The light scruff of his chin tickling the thin skin it rubbed against as he continued licking and nibbling on the flesh the more it was exposed to him. 

“You run along to your friends, tell them what a bad bad guy I am. They ask for proof, but silly little you have no proof to give.” He chuckled, warm breath breezed on the peach-fuzz of her chest as he kept sucking his marks into her, hands fingering the last of her buttons. “People love me, Buttercup, so let me ask you this...” The crimson spikes of his hair stuck into the underside of her chin as he licked up her throat, kissed her jaw and bit at her earlobe, whispering. “Who’s side you think they gonna take?” Humming as he watched another fat tear run down her cheek. “You go to the teachers, they ask for proof, something you still don’t have because there is none. And even if they did believe you... no saying they’d do anything about it. I’m destined to be a billboard hero. Do you really think they’ll throw all that away on some ditz from general studies?” Question after question, answer after answer, each one another stab and twist of the rusty blade in her hope. “Think again.” With her shirt open she witnessed him morph his hand into sharp rock, a jagged finger burrowing beneath the bridge of her bra and cutting the thick fabric loose, now fully exposed to his mouthful of teeth and slobbering tongue. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s not how the world works, Sweetheart.” 

She closed her eyes, clamped them shut, but it only helped her feel all his entitled actions even more, how he moved, rightfully, regardlessly, without regret or remorse. She swore she could feel him pulsating against her, his cock pumping against her swollen clit, where she could argue that the rip of him tearing apart her skirt was the loudest noise she’d ever heard in her life. 

“And perhaps it ends there, but I know you. You continue, trying to make anyone believe you, eventually ending up in management for crazy obsessed fanatic fangirls -of which I have many- or you give up.” His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue swirling around the bud, fingers tweaking the other breast with boyish greediness. “Either way, you end up missing. With no friends to bother coming to find you, thinking that your delusional ass offed yourself, when in reality...” 

Large hand curling around her neck, squeezing as he rose to look down at her, rock his hips to allow his cock more friction, sliding up and down between her thighs, bobbing against her stomach, thrumming and spilling thick whiteness, dripping and smearing onto her skin. 

“You’re right back here with me.” 

Her heart skipped, seemed to stop, everything seemed to stop. His words hung poised, forgetting how to drop, like dust settling, lingering about the air as she looked up at him, thinking he looked like the onset of hell, like a demon, his hair like horns, his eyes like hellfire, and those teeth, those sharp unforgiving teeth. 

“You see, if you don’t give, I will take.” He juggled her head with the tight grip he had on her jaw, playing with her as his other hand swept through her delicate sensitive folds, made her cringe, try and shimmy away, all to his disgusting amusement shown in the snaggletooth that hooked over his lip as he smirked a grim curled line. “And right now it looks to me like I might just have to show you just how defenseless you are to stop me.” His digits wiggled inside her, and she whined into her panties as she sucked on them, her eyes clinging to the dangerous heat simmering inside his. “Aww see? You’re already getting so wet. Your body sure knows who it belongs to, I’m sure you will too, very soon.”

[lomlwintersoldier]

Break Me Down

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: sexual tension, mentions of smut, swearing, slight angst in the beginning (SMUT TO COME) 

A/N: I wrote and rewrote this one a couple of times- I’m not entirely sure I’m happy with it but there will be more to come! I’m thinking 1-2 more (very smutty) parts. Enjoy :)

“Serena, please, where is this coming from?” Bucky yells, hands splayed as the brunette rushes from room to room, gathering her items and shoving them haphazardly into a duffel. 

“You’re so fucking blind, Bucky,” she shoots back, venom dripping off her words. 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” she hisses as she snags a flannel blanket off the couch. 

“Hey, wait, that’s my favorite bla--” Bucky starts but she whirls on him, rage apparent in her eyes, and he cuts himself off. “Okay, I guess...take it....,” he mutters. 

She shoves her way past him, having gathered all her things (and some of his) and stops before the front door, hand firmly grasping the knob as she turns to him, practically shaking.

“You’re in love with Y/N,” she spits, lip quivering.

“What?” He exclaims, reeling back. “No I’m n—“

“Cut the bullshit, Bucky. You don’t need to admit it to me, but at least admit it to yourself.”

“Have a nice life.” She yanks open the door and heads down the steps of his brownstone, practically leaping into the Uber she’d called for herself. Bucky still stands in his doorway, dumbfoundedly watching as the car’s tail lights disappear around the corner.

In love with Y/N? No fucking way in hell. You barely talked to or interacted with each other, only went on one or two missions together and you….you were always bringing home some other guy. There was no way he had feelings for you. Or vice versa.

Serena is long gone at this point so Bucky slowly steps back into his apartment, closing the door quietly.

In love with Y/N. He shakes his head. Serena could not be more wrong.

The next few weeks, Bucky is hyper-aware of your presence, Serena’s words echoing in his mind every time you’re in the room. He catches himself staring at you more often than would be deemed appropriate or necessary and has to force himself to look away and focus on something else, someone else. Anything else. 

In the gym, during meetings with the rest of the team, hell, even during the stupid bonding activities Tony came up with every week, you’d be in his eyeline. He’d catch you in a laugh, head falling back, eyes closing as the delicious sound escaped your lips, and he’d resist the urge to laugh with you. Or sometimes he’d glance at you from across the room as you spoke to Natasha or Steve, at the way words he couldn’t hear fell from your lips, and the way you played with your hair when you were bored, or how you cocked your head to the left when you were deep in thought. 

Then other times, his eyes would graze down the skin of your shoulders, bare in the tank tops you preferred to wear, to the toned muscle of your arms as they flexed and pulsed with the punches you landed so effectively on your target. His gaze would drift further downwards, sweeping over your collarbones, your hips, waist….

Then he’d force himself to look away. 

The thought begins to plague him. Did he always stare at you this often? Did he simply notice you more now that Serena had pointed out some “feelings” she thought she’d picked up?

Or maybe it was that he was always staring at you, he just hadn’t been as keenly aware of it as he was now.

Either way, he wasn’t sure what to do. Granted, his relationship with Serena wasn’t exactly compatible and it was short lived, but it was his first fling with a woman since he’d been....back. He wasn’t entirely sure what to call his “return to the normal world” but she’d approached him while on a night out with Steve and Sam a few months back, strutting over in her heels and little black dress and offered her number to him. She was pretty, surely not as pretty as you but….

Shit, he thinks to himself. Maybe there’s a grain of truth to what she said. 

~

The gym is empty as you stride inside, heading directly to the treadmill that rests in the back corner in the room. There are others closer to the door but you’ve always found comfort in solitude, in the dark, so you naturally gravitate to the most hidden corner of the room. You hop on it, setting the pace and timing of your run and then you’re off, music in your ear as you begin to run faster and faster. 

When you’re finished with the treadmill, you decide to run through some training exercises, practicing on a sand punching bag, but it’s always lacking. The best opponent is human and sparring should be as is real life, but with most of the team out running missions, you make do with the training bag. You punch and you kick, hitting as hard as you know how but grow frustrated with the lack of returned blows. 

You huff in annoyance as you slam the punching bag one last time, throwing it off it’s chain and across the room, just as the Winter Soldier walks past the door. 

“Y/N?” He questions as he steps into the training hall, feet quiet as a mouse. “You alright?” You take a deep breath and wipe the sweat from your brow, tearing your gaze from the fallen bag to the large figure before you. “Yeah, no, I’m good. I’m good.” “You sure?” He asks as he steps towards you. “You seem frustrated.” Forcing a laugh, you shake your head and head over to your gym bag. “I’m good, just annoyed at this punching bag for crapping out on me.” 

You nod towards the cylinder shape on the floor. His gaze follows yours before looking back at you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. 

“Do you need help training?”

You cock your head, pondering his request, before shaking your head. “No, I’m fine. I’ll just find Nat or Steve when they get back.” 

“Well, I mean....” He sets his bag down. “I’m here now.” “I’ll help you spar?” He says it like a question, unsure of how you’d react to his proposition, but a small smile crosses your face. “Okay,” you mumble. “Thanks.”

Bucky approaches you, a swagger to his step that matches the smirk on his face. His sweatpants ride low on his waist and his t-shirt is impossibly tight, but it shows off the deliciously sinewy muscles beneath the fabric, pulsing and flexing under the thin cloth. You swallow and tear your eyes away, certain that looking for any second longer would further ignite the fire you’re feeling in the pit of your stomach. You try to make yourself look busy by leaning down to tie your running shoes, although the strings are perfectly tied without any reason to check the laces.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asks, breaking you from your thoughts. Your gaze flashes up to him and you nod, tying your hair back. 

“Let’s do this,” you mutter as you crouch into a defensive position, arms at your face as he advances on you. His hulking figure is surprisingly agile and quick, as he lands his first blow, but you quickly throw your arm up, catching his arm and twisting it behind his back. Not to be outdone, he grabs your waist and throws you on your back, but you easily spring back on your feet, narrowly avoiding a well aimed kick to the abdomen. 

He hops back, surveying you and this time, you go on the offensive, trying to land as many blows as possible in rapid succession. He parries and blocks almost all but you land a few good punches on his cheek and stomach. A hiss escapes his lips from the pain, but he suddenly grabs your hand, mid punch, and forces you down with your neck while holding your arm, twisting it behind your back with a threat to dislocate your shoulder. 

“Submit,” he whispers in your ear. Bucky pushes your arm a little further and you groan in pain. Forcing your mind and body to swim through the pain, you swiftly tear your arm from his grasp and swing your legs up, giving him a solid kick to the ribs before throwing your other leg around his neck. You move so quickly he’s taken off guard and you slam him to the ground, practically laying on top of him.

His deep blue eyes glint as you make out the situation: your chest is pressed so tightly against his that you can feel his heartbeat hammering away and you realize your leg is pinned underneath his thick thigh so even if you wanted to move, you can’t. Both of you are breathing hard. A sly smile crosses your face and you lean down to his ear, lips just centimeters away from his cheek. 

“Never,” you whisper, letting your hair graze him as you lean back to look at him. 

His hands come up to your waist slowly as a playful smile hints at his lips. Faster than you can respond, he rolls the both of you in one swift movement so that he’s now on top of you, his body pressed between your legs and you swear you can feel a hardness from him. 

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” He murmurs. He has you fully pinned underneath him. Your breath mingles with his, heat pooling into your stomach, and even further down. 

As if he can sense what this is doing to you, he lightly rolls his hips against you, pelvis to pelvis. A surprised moan escapes your lips when he brushes against your sensitive clit, instinctively squeezing your thighs together, but they’re stopped by the muscly slab of a man between them. 

Bucky chuckles. His eyes seem to be practically staring straight through you as he leans down.

Oh god, he’s gonna kiss me, you think as he closes the distance. 

Suddenly you feel harsh stubble on your neck, nuzzling against your skin and then soft lips, planting tantalizingly gentle kisses. You feel the urge to moan again but just as you’re about to open your mouth, you feel teeth on the sensitive skin of your neck, a harsh bite before he pulls away.

“Bucky!” You gasp, gripping his biceps. Laughter erupts from his muscular form as he pushes off you, sitting back on his heels; your legs remain on either side of him. 

“What the hell was that?!” You exclaim as you push away from him, rising to your feet. 

“What, you didn’t like it?” He steps towards you until his chest is practically touching yours. With every breath, your breasts graze his shirt, both of you staring into the others eyes. His are heated, desire darkening them so wholeheartedly that you find yourself unable to break the tension between the two of you.

“I...I didn’t say that.” You whisper, trying to quell the warmth between your thighs. He holds your gaze for a moment longer, glancing down at your lips as if he’s daring himself to kiss you.

Then he pushes away from you, that damn smirk on his face as he abruptly breaks the moment off.

“Good.” 

He scoops up his discarded gym bag and starts out of the training room. “See you around, Y/N,” he calls out as he rounds the corner, disappearing down the hallway. 

A frustrated huff falls from your lips as you realize what just happened. You just had the most heated, intense moment you’ve had in a long time and he just...cut it off. 

That bastard. 

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Part 2

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[miss-smutty]

hii i just discovered ur blog and whew wow- tumblr is severely lacking some daddy hemsworth fics so tyyy

idk if your taking requests rn but could i please request something with thor or chris where he’s had a rough day at work or something and is very angry so he’s really rough in bed with you that evening and you love it! also could it include lots of dom!thor/chris and dirty talk bc that’s my weakness

tyyy if u do this sorry if it was too detailed idk ive never sent a request lol but ty hunny <3

So first of all thank you @mysticbonkoperavoid , I'm so glad you like my fics ❤️

And secondly thank you so much for your amazing request, I literally got lost in this filth 🥵🥵 I hope you like it 😘

A/N- This is just pure filth, so consider yourself warned 😂🥵🥵 strictly 18+ only. Dom!Thor literally had me ✨ clenching ✨

Summary- Thor's had a tough day and nothing you do is helping until you let him take out his frustration on you and become his little slut.

Word count- 3,243 of pure filth

Pairing- Thor x reader

Warnings- Smut, filth, dirty talk, rough sex, swearing

18+ only!!!

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud

Posted: 22nd Feb 2021

⚡A Push Too Far ⚡

Thor had come home from a mission in a foul mood, you'd tried everything to cheer him up. You'd made him his favourite snack, put on his favourite show and even massaged his big, worn out feet. Nothing was working and you were exhausted with the effort. You selfishly couldn't stand the negative atmosphere and just wanted to know how to make him feel better. If he wouldn't tell you what was wrong how could you help? You were so used to him being overly enthusiastic about everything and hated when he was in one of these moods. Something pretty bad must've happened to dampen his mood this much.

"Just tell me what's wrong and I can help" You huff.

"Will you please just forget it? I don't want to talk about it" Thor said, pushing you off gently when you try to touch him. 

"I want to know what's happened to put you in such a sulky mood." You said teasing him, trying to get his attention. If you couldn't get him to talk to you then you would just have to help him take his frustration out in the best way he knows how.

"Please Y/N, stop talking about it" He says exasperated, you're pushing the last of his nerves and you know it. It's exactly what you want, you know what he's capable of when he's angry.

"Make me." You say, seeing the switch in his eyes as his jaw clenched tightly, the muscles in his neck straining against the skin. You backed away from him slowly, knowing all too well what was coming.

The ground shook around you as bolts of lightning flew from Thor and his eyes glowed brightly making you shield your own eyes from the sudden glare. Immediately knowing you'd pushed him too far. You were frightened but more than that you were massively turned on, your pussy clenching with ferocity. You knew he'd never hurt you, well never more than you could handle but still, angry Thor was a feast for the eyes. Delicious.

"You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I put it to work" He bellowed, his eyes still glowing and his jaw clenched together tightly.

"Is that a promise?" You say under your breath, watching Thor through your eyelashes as he towered over you.

"On your knees" He commanded, with the power of a God, making you weak as his voice rebounded from the walls of the large, almost empty room with a dramatically high ceiling. 

"But..." You start before he cuts you off.

"Did I stutter? do as you're told" He urged, looking down at your petite frame before him. His powerful demeanor making you do exactly as you were told. Looking up at him with innocent eyes as you knelt on the hard, wooden floor.

He circled around you, like a wolf and his prey, taking in the sight of you kneeling like a victim. Purposefully not touching you, the anticipation of when he would strike making you hold your breath. Your panties are already soaking wet and the buldge in his pants is straining against his trousers.

Thor moves to stand in front of you, his legs planted a foot width apart while he gazes down at you, a slow, wicked smile appearing on his lips. Tortuously, slowly unzipping his trousers and pulling out his lofty length, gripping it firmly with his two hands.

"I think that pretty little face deserves to be fucked" oh fuck, Thor, now you're talking. Now was your turn to smile devishly at Thor, ready and waiting for him to feed your slutty little mouth with his fat cock.

He disappears behind you, you try to turn around to follow him with your eyes but he grabs your hair, pulling you back. It made you ache but not your head, it made your pussy ache. 

"Don't move" He whispers into your ear, still pulling your hair back so you're looking up at him. Pulling a hair tie from his wrist and wrapping it around your hair at the nape of your neck. Wait a minute, where did he get that from? It dawns on you that he's had this planned since the minute he'd got home, the only way he knows how to take his frustration out. Probably knowing you wouldn't be able to take his silent treatment and push him too far in the end anyway. Oh you sneaky man, Thor. 

It feels like a painstakingly long time before he's finally back in front of you, his trousers and boxers now discarded on the floor behind you. Taking in the sight of his thick, muscly thighs and his long, thick cock have you licking your pouty lips. You want to reach up and pull his t-shirt off too but he grabs hold of your wrists as they snake their way up his torso. 

"Ah ah ah, are you going to be good? or am I going to have to tie you up?” He asks in a gruff tone making you put out your bottom lip as you sit back on to your ankles. Your knees beginning to ache from the hard floorboards.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, watching you whince with a satisfied look on his face "Do you want a cushion?" He says in a teasing voice while you nod your head with pleading eyes.

"What do you say?" Bending to pick up the cushion from the couch and holding it out of arms reach, smiling sinfully.

"Please" You say sweetly, more than happy to play his game. Your whole body aching with need. At last he pulls his t-shirt over his head, his biceps flexing as he does, your heart racing at the sight of his ravishing nakedness. That perfect body is all yours.

"Strip" he says seductively looking you up and down, throwing the cushion on the floor by your knees and pulling you up and against his rock hard cock. A squeel emits from your mouth, his hands gripping your cheeks firmly.

You look at him for a second, dumbfounded. You're used to him taking the lead and ripping your clothes off in a heated frenzy, this is new.

Elated with the fact he's allowing you to give him a show for once, you drape the straps of your dress over your shoulder, pushing him down on the couch with a hard shove to the chest. Watching that slow smile spread on his lips and his cock bounce, satisfyingly, with the impact.

Pulling the dress down to your feet and stepping out of it, standing proudly in your lacey underwear. Cocking your eyebrow at him as you hook your thumbs into the side of your panties, pulling them down a fraction. You stop to move closer to him, reaching your hands out to touch his bare skin.

"No touching or I swear I'll tie your hands" He says nonchalantly, his eyes hungry with lust, you pout at him, disappointed you can't touch him.

He watches you intensely as you finish taking off your panties and bra, holding in a giggle when you throw them at him and they hit him square in the face.

"You smell, delicious" He surprises you when he licks his lips, no hint of a smile on his face just that deep intense glare of a predator. The word 'delicious' rolls of his tongue, delectably. The way he stares into your soul, taking in every inch of your nude body, makes your stomach clench, your pussy dripping with arousal.

"Now back on your knees" He says, standing back Infront of you, his cock eye level.

Grabbing your ponytail with one hand and guiding his cock to your mouth with his other. You open your mouth instinctively, widely, like the good little slut you are.

Thor takes no prisoners and rams his cock deep into your mouth, making you gag instantly. Your lips wrap around his cock, the length and thickness filling you up. He yanks your hair backwards so your looking into his eyes while he slams his cock in and out of your mouth.

"Look me in the eyes while you take my cock" oh for the love of God... and Thunder. your pussy is dripping, aching for it. "Good girl" 

He pushes your head down on his cock, as far as you can go. You can feel the tip hitting your tonsils and the shaft throbbing in your mouth. You're gagging, spit dribbling down your chin in a disgusting manner. Your eyes brimming with tears as he rams his cock to the back of your throat. 

"Choke on it" he groans, his head hanging back. You feel the confidence to reach out and cup his balls, knowing he wouldn't chastise you when he's too consumed in the ecstasy of your lips and tongue wrapping around his cock.

"Is that better? Are you satisfied now you've got my full attention?" He looks down at you, a deep hunger in his eyes. You were nowhere near satisfied yet, not until you felt his cock stretching your walls but you couldn't tell him that, he'd just tease you for even longer.

"Mmm" you mumble around the length of his dick.

"Don't talk with your mouth full" he scolds huskily, his voice filled with lust.

You hold onto his firm cheeks while you suck his dick, letting your tongue do the work, running over the full length and teasing the tip. Sucking on the tip, hard, while you grip the base with your hand. You can feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, amazed with how hard he is. You know he's struggling with restraining himself, just as much as you, he'll just never admit it. 

Thor lets out a deep growl, thrusting his dick into your mouth one last time before sharply pulling out with a pop. You were actually upset he'd stopped you, you were enjoying sucking his fat dick. He pulls you up to stand before grabbing your cheeks in his hands and lifting you up, wrapping your legs around him.

You want to kiss him so bad. You hang on to him as he pushes you back against the wall, hard enough to leave a bruise. The feel of his cock thrusting against you has you mewling as he bites hard on your neck. Shivers travel through your entire body, finally feeling his lips against your skin and the thrill of his teeth biting against your neck. The fine line between pain and pleasure being well and truly explored.

You're lost in the feel of his teeth against your skin and muscle, moaning loudly, you barely notice when he sets your feet back onto the ground. Sucking loudly on your neck, your head hanging to the side giving yourself to him freely.

"Im gunna leave marks all over your skin so everybody knows you're mine." He says breathlessly against your skin, his breathe tickling your neck making your hair stand on end, your pussy clenching, agonisingly.

Thor pushes his forearm against your throat so you're locked in between him and the wall, no where to go. Staring into your eyes, making you blush as he pushes two fingers into your mouth without warning.

"Suck" he commands, his voice gruff and deep, oozing authority. You know his fingers are going to delve into you and you can't wait, sucking eagerly on his legthy, stocky fingers.

Before you have time to draw breath, he thrusts his fingers into your opening. Immediately curling them around to find your G-spot. Satisfaction plastered on his face when he hears your moaning, knowing he's got you right where he wants you. 

"You love this, don’t you? Let me hear how much you love it.” He whispers into your ear, his arm still pushing against your throat. You can barely take anymore, his sultry words and his thick fingers making your head spin. Nothing else in the world matters right at this moment, he fills you with narcotic desire. Like a drug to you, you can't get enough, always wondering when you'll get your next fix. If you could get away with making him lose his temper on a daily basis, just so could feel this amount of pleasure, you would.

You moan for him obscenely, you're eyes pooling with desire and hunger. His fingers repeatedly hitting your spot, harshly, bringing you over the edge. Your mouth hangs open, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pussy clenches around his fingers.

"Does that feel good" he asks captivatingly, holding is arm against your throat and fucking you with his fingers.

"Amazing" You say breathless, the huskiness of your voice surprising you. His face is so close to yours and your senses so hightened that his masculine scent hits your nostrils. His otherworldly fragrance. The smell you long for on those long nights he's away. It hits you and you're consumed by it, your legs starting to shake as your mind loses control. The orgasm rushing from your core.

Then it's gone, just like that. You open your eyes, noticing they're about to burst with tears. You were so close!

"I don't care how good it feels, don't you dare come yet" he says venomously, you honestly feel like your about to start crying. The build up was so intense and then it was just gone and you still feel that deep need. Thor is looking pleased with himself and if you weren't so turned on by the look on his face, you would've slapped him straight across it. Cocky shit! 

You were about to protest, but he saved you from the punishment when he stuck his fingers into your mouth again. Your slickness coated all over them.

"Now see how good you taste, how wet I make you" you looked him in the eyes resentfully and for just a moment you saw his eyes soften. Only a moment before they're filled with fire once more and he's pulling you to the bedroom across the room. Still fighting the urge to finally have his way with you, taking his precious time to tease you beyond your limits. To show you who's the boss around here. As if you ever had any doubts.

Throwing you onto the bed and pushing your knees open with force. You can feel your pussy throbbing with anticipation knowing it's not long until he finally gives you what you've been craving from the start.

Thor effortlessly clamps both of your wrists above your head in a vice like grip with his big, manly hands, leaving you writhing, like his prey, on the bed below him. You breathe a sigh of relief when he finally reaches down to kiss your lips, biting on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Keep your hands here" Emphasising 'here' with a squeeze of your wrists. You try to stay perfectly still while he moves down your body, straining your neck to watch what he does next.

“What a perfect sight, you, all spread out for me to do whatever I want to” he says, positioning himself in-between your legs. Seeing you in all your glory, your pussy dripping wet making him lick his lips.

You gasp when his lips latch on to your inner thigh, so sensitive to his touch. Biting and sucking all the way down each thigh, your going to be covered in hickies come tomorrow morning. You know that's his plan, he loves to see the remnants of the night befores dirty sessions. Even if no one else can see them, he knows they're there, a reminder that you're his.

"Just marking my territory" he reminds you, confirming your suspicions.

"I know exactly what you're doing" you say through gritted teeth, the pain and pleasure unbearable.

"Let’s find out how much you can take before you're begging me for my cock.”

All you can do is nod your head while you bite down on your bottom lip, afraid how shaky your voice will be if you try to speak. 

The sudden slap to your pussy makes you shout out, completely unexpected but hot as fuck all the same, sending shockwaves throughout your whole body.

"You like that?" He slaps you again, hitting your clit with his fingertips and making you convulse uncontrollably. You can see the restraint on Thor's face, the vein protruding from his neck and the tightness in his jaw are the tell tale signs. You know he's about to burst.

"I love to see you squirm now I want to hear you moan" he grabs onto your hips and turns you over, pulling you on to your knees. His movements getting sloppy and desperate now, the lust taking over him.

You inhale as Thor presses the tip of his cock to your opening, brushing it up and down and gathering your wetness. Your legs threaten to give way as he teases you with his cock, you can't stop yourself from pushing yourself back onto him.

"Do you think you deserve my cock?" his voice was heavy with desire. 

"Yes, Thor... Please" you plead, more than worthy after the torture he's put you through.

Thor eases himself in gradually, while you push yourself backwards, no more patience left in you. Holding on to your hips and exhaling, the satisfaction of finally feeling your walls clamping around him. You whince as he slams himself into you with full force, his balls slapping against you. The sounds of sex filling your ears in a glorious way.

"You won't... be able... to walk... after I'm done... with you" he says between every thrust, knocking you forward with every slam. Your orgasm is building already, you can feel your walls tightening, trying to push him out as he holds on to your hips relentlessly.

He grips hold of your ponytail, yanking it backwards, so your head is as far back as it can go, your neck straining. He squats above you, dipping his dick into you, so deep you can feel it in your stomach. This position is fucking everything, he knows you're about to come and sends a slight electrical charge straight through your core just as you release around him. It feels fucking amazing! 

Thor reaches forward and hooks his finger into your mouth, pulling your cheek back as he continually pounds into you. Orgasm after orgasm gushing all over his cock, dribbling out of your aching pussy until you're kneeling in a puddle of your arousal. Your screaming his name, your pussy throbbing, squeezing against his cock. You know he's struggling to restrain when he inhales sharply.

"Dirty fucking slut" he says venomously.

"You fucking love it don't you?" His voice is breathless and deep, you can't take much more. The power of your come is pushing him out, making you ridiculously tight. You can feel his cock twinging as his powerful come shoots into you, he roars so loudly the bed shakes around you. You finally collapse into the bed head first, your knees giving way as he rests against you with his cock still inside of you, twitching and convulsing.

"Are you ok, baby?" Thor asks sweetly, his frustration finally dissipated, rubbing your ass cheeks tenderly.

"More than ok" you say breathless and tired, rolling over onto your back underneath him and pulling him down on to you.

Finally his lips are on yours, passionately, forcing your mouth open and stroking your tongue with his. Kissing you like his life depended on it, making up for the hours spent without the feel of your lips on his. A deep feeling of satisfaction washed over you, he's yours and you're his and you can fuck like animals but still collapse into each other arms lovingly afterwards.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" You tease, making him laugh a great big belly laugh as he pulls you over on top of him.

[nachohypno]

Nate and Dave - Ch. 15

Dave’s POV

I’m sure you already know how much a single person can change a whole lot of your way to see the world, or have your life take a 180° turn (Had to look this up, angles are weird.) just by standing in a corridor.

Now I was just happy to stare at my phone’s unlocked background. A pic I took of us while cuddling. I was kissing his cheek and staring at the camera, while he just laid below me, his face had a little smile and his eyes were closed.

He loved that pic. I loved it too, it was both cute and wholesome. Never been one to do those things, nor even Leslie managed to get me to change my Dallas’ Cowboys background, and we had a lot more pics together than Nate and I do.

It was a nice distraction. I would sometimes just unlock my phone to see that pic and feel a bit warm inside as I imagined spending more time with my soulmate. I loved him a lot, and I wouldn’t mind sticking around with him for a day, or two, or the rest of my life, just to make sure he has all he needs to be happy like I am when I’m near him.

We sat together at school, yeah. Nobody batted an eye. We hung out during our breaks, still no big catastrophe happened. After school, we usually have a date or spend some time together before heading to our respective houses (As much as I’d like, having daily sleepovers wouldn’t be wise).

According to… everyone in the world who knows that I’m hanging out with Nate (Which may be just 2 or 3 people that I’m aware of), the guy had a really positive impact on my behavior. He’s always encouraging me to help whenever I can and to be… nicer, in general.

I’ve already apologized to one of my favorite targets a few weeks ago, but decided to fully leave them alone. In my house, however, I’ve been trying to honor my soulmate’s wishes doing some house chores to help mom and pops around. I still don't think I'm ready to 'change my public image' that much. Kicking nerd's asses is fun... but mean and unnecessary.

Mowing the lawn, going grocery shopping, cleaning around whenever my parents seemed quite tired to do it, that kind of thing. My room wasn’t a messy place before, but now I could spend less time looking for my stuff!

And now… Nate was at his house. I left him there per his request, he told me we could hang out later today! But first, he had some homework to do.

I looked around and noticed the door was closed. I dropped my shirt and pants, felt the locket’s cold metal against my chest, and dropped on my bed.

I wasn’t intending to take a nap, just close my eyes and think of my soulmate was a nice enough plan for my evening.

As I closed my eyes, images of my first day with him invaded my happy place. Me getting his scent, slowly walking over to his locker, and noticing the guy I never paid attention to, the one that sat a few rows in front of me, and was usually in the middle of the way when I threw paper balls around.

Now that I thought of it, maybe I never noticed him because he always hid? He was hiding right now; it was obvious that he was using his locker as a cover. I stood there, though. Taking in the smell. Feeling myself realizing more and more of that nice thought I had never thought about after my pops told me about that weird phenomenon.

…I had found my soulmate. The love of my life… It wasn’t my girlfriend, but a guy from my class… I frowned both in the real world and in my fantasy.

In the fantasy world, I lifted and kissed him. He didn’t fight back, just returned the love I was giving him by returning my kiss. I didn’t care if anyone watched us. I loved this guy, and I still do now.

I love Nate Hall.

I rubbed my crotch in the real world, as I kept kissing him in my fantasy. That was more than enough. A single kiss, a single thought about my soulmate being happy and in love with me could make me so hard and horny…

“Dave?” A voice said. My soulmate’s? It sounded so different though… I kept kissing him. This was perfect. He was perfect. He was the love of my life, of course he was perfect! “Daaaaave?”

Was there someone invading my fantasy? Oh, wait…

I opened my eyes and saw a familiar face standing there, wide eyed. I had my hand on my hard crotch, rubbing it. This was definitely an uncomfortable position to be found at. I could normally hear when people are walking towards my room, but maybe I was so out of it this time that I didn’t hear him.

“Fuck, sorry— Didn’t wanna—” My cousin said. What the fuck was he doing here, anyway?! In my room! When the fuck did he arrive?!

“Shut the fuck up! And close the door!” I commanded, feeling anger building up on my chest, totally replacing the warm feeling from a few seconds ago.

Brad Walker. My cousin was my height, which was a bit funny given that he was a few years older than me. He was muscled too, but his shoulders seemed wider as his torso formed a sort of upside down triangle. He was a rugby player, maybe it had to do with that.

By looking at his face alone, he could pass as a brother because of the resemblance. He had the Walker’s smile, looking both chilled while also managing to look a bit menacing to keep everyone in their toes.

Doesn’t give him much use, given that he’s a Beta.

Brad closed the door behind him, and laid back on it. “Off to a rocky start, I guess. Let’s try that again… Hey, cuz!”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I could feel the anger diminishing. I thought of my soulmate, how would he react if he saw me like this. He would want me to be nice and polite to my cousin. I wanted that too, I wanted to be nice to him. I’m so hot-headed sometimes…

I smiled at Brad, and took a few steps forward to give him a bro hug. After that, I walked over to my bed and sat on the edge. “Hey man, wat’cha doin’ around here?”

“Uncle hasn’t told you? Pops and him thought about doing a little reunion, so we drove over and… here we are.” Brad left his hands in his pockets as he looked around. I noticed I was still almost naked, but didn’t give it much thought. I did put some shorts on, though. “Just the big guys, though. Mom was tired and decided to stay at home with the young ones, so it’s just pops, Logan and me today. The guys asked me to get you downstairs, so… shall we go?”

I pointed to my almost naked body. “Give me a few minutes, alright?”

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Dressed up in some shorts and a grey tank top, I walked downstairs with Brad following me closely.

Pops was there, with his brother and my other cousin. I walked over to Logan and gave him a brohug. I liked my cousins, they were like brothers.

“Hey man,” Logan greeted me after the hug. It was nice seeing him. Well, like, nice and not nice, because he was pretty annoying sometimes. So I hoped he didn’t get very annoying tonight. “Damn, you look buffed. Taking steroids already?”

I rolled my eyes. “Why do you ask? Need some to stop being so thin, cuz?”

“I swear I still don’t know how he's not broken after kicking that ball. Y’look like a stick, bruh” Brad backed me up. I liked that about Brad, he was pretty loyal.

Logan laughed. He’s not one of those chums who get mad at every tiny insult. He’s pretty easy going in that regard. Would need to learn from him, because I am one of those chums who get mad at every tiny insult. “Don’t pull my dick, assholes” He punched my shoulder, softly.

Even though Logan was a year older than me, he was an ass. And that’s coming from me.

Logan… He was alright, I guess. Not really very muscly like me or Brad, nor our parents for that matter. That’s because he liked soccer, ugh. Not even weightlifting, nah. Just soccer and cardio.

That got him looking well in a soccer uniform with long socks and knee pads, but… I really should reconsider his standing in my pack. Meh, might as well let him in just because he’s family, but I’ll most likely order him to start working out more to be a real wolf bro. (I’ll get into this later.)

“Uh… don’t wanna be rude or anythin’ but… how long are you guys staying? Thought about having a friend coming over and-”

“Ooooh, is it your girlfrieeend?” The soccer cuz said, moving his fingers towards my face. I slapped his hand off me, and he laughed. “Big meanie Daveee has a girlfrieeeend” He was like a little kid when it came to annoying others, and the worst part was that he nailed it.

“Oh, shut it, bro. You’re just jealous- Wait, that’s not what I was going to ask”

“Dad and uncle Adam thought about doing some beefs for tonight, soooo… family dinner, I guess? We don’t really hang out often, so I thought it would be nice. Besides, we all love beef” Brad answered, holding his arms behind his head and stretching for a bit.

“We’re about to leave, actually,” Uncle Thomas said, grabbing his car keys. “Gonna buy some meat and drinks for tonight. Y’guys wanna come? Hey cub, haven’t seen you in months...” 

I greeted my uncle with a firm handshake, before he gave me a little punch on the abs. “Strong as a rock. Not bad, kiddo.” He ruffled my hair, before turning his attention back to my pops.

I was a bit too worried to think about hitting the store. Nate was supposed to come after he finished his homework, so we could spend the night together. I was supposed to pick him up. Fuck, what am I gonna do?

I shook my head and remained silent. Brad followed suit with a “Yeeaaah… No, been in that car for an hour and I’d really like to move my legs.”

“Pussies,” Logan said in a snarky tone. I raised my eyebrow, but decided to take care of him later. “I’ll go, may find some hot chicks in this friggin’ town…” 

My uncle looked similar to my dad, just a few little differences. Dark blond hair, a bit longer. Their sizes were similar, but my dad was bigger. It was weird to think that my uncle was the one who activated the werewolf curse in a bar fight and not my dad.

If you kill someone, whether it was intentional or accidental, you can’t transform into neither your werewolf or full wolf forms without experiencing a lot of pain. Could be avoided by never turning into those forms but…

Transformation is mandatory during the full moon. This whole thing seemed really thought out to punish those who don’t follow the rules, right?

Brad grabbed my arm “Hey, since we’re staying behind apparently, wanna catch up?” He pointed back to the stairs, probably wanting to go to my room.

I nodded, nothing better to do. And it would give me some time to think about what excuse I could give Nate.

Again in my room, Brad closed the door behind me. “So… a friend? I mean, the locket already gave me an idea but I didn’t you were bringin’ her to your place already…”

“It’s nothing, really…” It was something, a lot. I loved wearing this locket, it reminded me of Nate. Thus meaning, it was pure bliss in a single necklace.

“So, what’s the locket for? Always thought you’d end up with that Leslie chick you talked so much about” Oh, I forgot. My cousins never met my ex.

I shook my head, but was kind of hesitant to talk about it. In the end, I eased myself to the idea as I thought more about Nate. “Got a soulmate now, cuz.” Was my answer. I was proud of myself! Not even a half of the average werewolf population gets to meet their soulmate once in their lives!

I was lucky, it was like, one in a whatever-number-of-people-there-are-in-Earth!

“Waitwaitwait, not gettin’ it. So, you and Leslie… or is it another girl?”

“It’s a guy, his name is Nate” I mumbled out quickly. I wasn’t embarrassed, but at the same time, I felt like a chunk of ice just fell through my stomach. 

Silence.

“So… you’re gay now?” Brad said, giving me a thumbs up. “It’s alright, I don’t mind gay people”

I honestly couldn’t get how he got that assumption. “What? What makes you think that?”

“You’re with a guy, like dating and loving him and you even have a locket… I mean, that’s pretty gay. But it’s cool, it’s not that weird. Lots o’ people take some time to discover their sexuality and stuff— Uh… Cuz?”

I stared at him. Not staring, actually. I was glaring at him.

Brad gulped. “I fucked up, didn’t I?” While he did sound afraid, his face displayed a mix of nervousness and worry. I always laughed at him when he asked if he fucked up, like it was a regular thing for him to do but still needed other’s approval about it.

I just glared at him, making sure he knew I wasn’t happy. I walked forward and held my gaze into his, trying out my favorite part of being an alpha.

As I focused on him, his expression slowly started to relax, then vanish, as his pupils dilated.

“On your knees” I commanded, making sure he got it as an order, not a ‘humble request’.

His blank face didn’t move an inch, as he dropped to his knees and looked forward. His eyes, besides the pupils being dilated, looked glazed over as his irises changed from hazel to pure yellow. The beta color!

“Who’s your alpha?” I mocked him, as he blankly stared ahead.

“You are, sir. David Walker is my alpha” Brad droned. I ruffled his hair. He was a good beta. 

“And who do you have to be respectful towards?”

“My alpha, sir. Being respectful towards their alphas is the sign of a good beta, sir” Brad answered, in a matter of fact voice.

…I should probably explain what the heck is going on.

I’m an alpha. I’ve mentioned quite a few times already, but I never mentioned anything about other ranks.

You have omegas, who are wolves without a pack. They’re usually weaker than alphas and betas. Then there are the betas, werewolves already in a pack.

Omegas can survive quite well on their own, it’s not a requirement to have a pack. But if you want to get stronger… Getting an alpha is the best you can do.

That’s one of the reasons Pops is so proud of me. He and mom conceived an alpha in their first try! Nate usually nerds out about me sounding like a “Jerry Stud” whatever the fuck that is.

So, since I’m an alpha, both my older cousins are ‘my pack’ to call it some way. And you just got to see one of my favorite alpha skills.

Much like a soulmate bond, being a beta for an alpha makes them completely loyal to the alpha, which means… I have some degree of control over them. Not as much control as my love has over me, but still… It’s fun!

“So, won’t you apologize for calling me a fag— Uh… gay?” I’m still getting used to not using that word. Everything for my Nate. Can’t be a bully anymore, right?

I didn’t have to ask twice. Brad seemed to struggle a bit against it, but after a few seconds he said “I apologize, sir. I didn’t intend disrespecting you like that…” It was a cold, empty apology. But it did the trick. I’m not a picky guy, he’s my cuz after all.

But that did make me wary. Should I tell Nate to not come after all, at least until these guys leave? Fuck, they were going to ruin my evening with my soulmate.

“Uh… what do you think about my soulmate being a guy?” I walked in front of him, back and forth. I was trying to think what would be the wisest decision here. A second opinion would be useful.

“I personally don’t care, sir. You can love whoever you want, especially if you met your second half.” My cousin answered.

“I mean, yeah. But what would Uncle Thomas and Logan say if they found out about it?” I should uh… ‘wake him up’ or whatever already. But I liked him this way. You can say I’m a dominant guy. Not saying I lust over my cuz, that would be incest, but ordering him around is fun.

“I don’t really know. He’s your soulmate, they shouldn’t say anything. Logan is a fellow beta though, it wouldn’t be wise to fear anything from him. He’s as loyal to you as I am, my alpha.” Not going to lie, I loved hearing that.

Being in control of the situation, having everyone in my surroundings looking forward to being with me, or do as I say out of fear/respect/whatever… That’s why I loved the not-studying-part of school!

As a little reward for his opinion, I did what Nate would have done to me if I did particularly good: Scratch the back of his ear. Brad’s head got some emotion again, as he got closer to my hand and started panting with his tongue out.

“There, there. Good beta cuz” I mumbled, as I machinated a plan in my head. I had an idea, but it would be a bit… not ideal. I stopped scratching the good spot, and his expression blanked out again. I crouched in front of him, and looked straight into his eyes. “I want you to listen very clearly to me, understood? Listen and do as your alpha says…”

If Brad wasn’t in ‘beta mode’ before, then he definitely was now. His irises were still a bright yellow, but his pupils were even smaller now. “I’d do anything for my alpha, sir” placing a hand on his chest. I knew what that symbolized, I used that expression with Nate before. It freaked him out a little.

“Y’know, my soulmate is kinda a big deal for me so… I want you to treat him like a king, alright? No mean or cocky comments, just be nice to him and I’ll be nice to you, got it?” I had to search for the words to say this, it wasn’t really a piece of cake as I expected. “Think of him as an extension of your alpha. Make him feel good and do what he says, and you’ll be good to go.”

He frowned a bit, but his face quickly eased up. “As you command, my alpha. Your soulmate’s wellbeing will be my top priority, sir.”

Yeah, that’s more like it. “Get up now.” I said and just… walked away from him. I wasn’t interested in bossing him around anymore, not for now at least. But actually…

“Lift your shirt.” One last command wouldn’t hurt, and he obeyed without a question, like a good beta. I walked towards him and gave him a little punch on his abs. Didn’t even flinch, he was keeping up with me! Of course, I wanted the best for my pack! “And… Beta out.”

My cousin snapped out of whatever that was, his yellow irises returning to a nice hazel, as his pupils got back to normal. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and smiled. “Huh, 5 minutes. Wonder what you did there” The guy said, smiling at me.

He couldn’t get mad at me. I was his alpha! I mean, he could… but there wasn’t much he could do about it!

“Meh, you don’t really care, do you?” I said, trying to sound uninterested.

Brad shook his head. “Nah, I really don’t. I really trust ya, cuz. Best alpha around!” Couldn’t tell if he was following the ‘you don’t really care’ thing, or if he was being honest, but I didn’t really care.

“That’s a good beta” I mumbled, going closer to him again to scratch the back of his ear. God bless Nate and discovering that hidden pleasure for me. I loved when he did that to me, as I mentioned, and I loved doing it to other wolves, too!

“What are you two ladies doin’ up here- What the hell are you two doing?” Logan entered the room. My other older cousin, although younger than Brad. Rather than being as muscular as we were, he was more chilled. Yeah, he was in good shape, but he didn’t look like a big gym bro like us.

This was probably due to him preferring Soccer rather than football or rugby. Each to their own, but soccer isn’t that fun to begin with? I tried to not give it much thought and respect his hobbies.

“Brad, close the door and put on some music.” I ordered him, walking over to Logan and wrapping an arm around his small soccer player’s shoulders. “You just made my whole evening way easier, lil’ cuz”

I wondered if Nate would like this. I’d have to send him a message telling him that I wouldn’t be able to pick him up… That felt bad, but at least these guys wouldn’t bother him tonight!

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Nate’s POV

Dave invited me to his house, but asked me to walk over. He told me we could have a family dinner, which was alright. I liked his family. Mr. Walker was funny and Ms. Walker was really nice to us. We just had one family dinner and Dave spent most of his time zoned out.

And also, there was a full moon, which I didn’t get to see.

Was I glad they considered me ‘family’? It pushed me out of my freaking mind when Dave sent me that text.

I was walking slowly. Not like a snail and doing baby steps, but I felt like I should slow down as much as I could and… be fashionably late? It was a good walk, from my house to his. But I didn’t mind.

The town was quiet, not much stuff happening as I walked out of my house, and on the way to Dave’s neighborhood.

I thought about buying some ice cream or some nice dessert to make a good impression this time, but hey, I don’t really think they’ll care about it that much. They highly prefer meat, as far as I know.

Stopping in the middle of the way, I grabbed my phone and checked my maps app. “Should have arrived 10 minutes ago… fuck, that shortcut would have been really useful…” I mumbled to myself, changing my route and getting back on the way.

I was nervous at fuck, that maybe explained my silliness. And I also never walked to this part of town. It wasn’t… bad, but it was a bit more private than the usual neighborhoods, which fits Dave’s family pretty well due to them being werewolves, and stuff like that.

I still had some time to cancel and be like “Oh, hey. My… hamster pet is sick and I want to look after him?” I kind of sucked at making up excuses, that's why I never wanted to be late on homework due to laziness.

It was late now, just another block and...

I reached Dave’s house. It was weird arriving here on my own. Guess I really got used to my soulmate acting as my personal driver.  

The rooms inside were on, Dave’s car and his dad’s were outside the garage. The closer I got to the front door, the louder I would hear laughter coming from inside. Were they having  visits? It didn’t sound like Dave’s laugh. His laugh was… deep and dumb-sounding.

I stopped now. What if they had visits? What if Dave didn’t tell them I was coming? I was shaking a bit, before taking a deep breath. 

Taking my final steps to be in front of the main door, I knocked and waited for someone. Loud footsteps later, Adam Walker (Dave’s dad) opened the door.

“Hey bud. Didn’t know you were coming, but uh…” He motioned inside with his head. “Come in, the big guy is in his room with his cousins. We’re having a family dinner”

“Thanks, mr. Walker-” But he stopped me as I set a foot on the door. The older man leaned in and started whispering.

“Don’t be afraid. If you don’t want to be picked on tonight, try your best to not sweat as you did the last time. Dave will probably have you covered, though.” He patted my back, and moved aside to let me in. After that, he closed the door behind me. “Dinner will be ready in a bit so… feel free to go mingle with the guys upstairs.”

Uh… that wouldn’t be needed, apparently. Dave and a pair of guys were coming downstairs, and as soon as my puppy boy saw me, he rushed towards me to give me a big tight hug. “Missed you a lot, bruh! Didn’t know there was going to be more family tonight so… I’m really sorry for that. But I’m sure we’ll have a good time!”

The other two guys just stared at me, arms folded. One of them was big, and buffed. He had an absent smile, a bit creepy but also inviting. The other was smaller than him (And Dave, for that matter).

“Uh… since your uncle is here, these are…”

“Cousins, yuh” Dave finished the sentence. I made the connection on my own, but it was good to get some confirmation. “Big one’s Brad, small one’s Logan.”

“Hey, I’m not small!” Logan complained, trying to punch Dave’s arm. He didn't seem to do much damage though.

“Yeah, and I’m a bottom, heh” My werewolf jock replied, obviously mocking his cousin. I noticed Brad chuckling, and I couldn’t help but find that funny though. I always wondered if Dave would like to bottom at least once. I feel like he’d be alright if I asked him for it, due to me having full control and all that...

After the introduction was over, and both guys shook my hand, my focus shifted again to who I wanted to be with: Puppy boy was looking at me too.

“I can’t find the words to tell you how glad I am to see you here, though” Dave said, before pulling me in for a good make out session. In the middle of the living room. He was feeling happy or romantic, I assumed? I was surprised his cousins didn’t react at all, and just looked like they were watching some kind of movie.

“Wait, what the heck?” Oh geez.

A man blasted in the living room, and tried to separate me from Dave. The puppy boy reacted quickly though, and pushed him away. “What the fuck, old man?! This is my soulmate!”

Before the guy could go back at us, Dave’s dad popped in to save the day! “You guys just had to hold on for a bit until dinner was ready!” I felt like the ‘complaint’ was more directed towards who-I-thought-was Dave’s uncle, and Dave himself.

The puppy boy seemed a bit angry, he got in front of me and made sure I was out of view. It was a cute touch. I noticed the other two guys taking a step towards us too, like siding with Dave in this.

“Just, calm down, all of you, and start setting the table. Try to not take your eyes out while you do, alright?!” Mr. Walker surely knew how to take care of these situations. Was this a normal thing?

After a long stare, both guys nodded, and we all scrambled.

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I was sitting next to Dave and that other guy, Brad. Across me, Mr. Walker looked around with a calm expression, as he chewed on his meat piece. Thomas, Dave’s uncle, wasn’t exactly subtle when it came to me. His eyes were like daggers, fixated on me as I nervously stared at my plate.

It was amazing, and terrifying. The resemblance and also differences between both werewolves were quite noticeable. Mr. Walker was probably calm because he already knew about my thing with Dave. The cousins seemed to be quite attentive towards my every movement and sound. I felt like their eyes would automatically fixate on me at any little sound I would make, which was killing me inside. (Were they glowing yellow? Maybe it was my head playing tricks…)

Was I doing something wrong or offensive? I should excuse myself from the table.

“So…” Uncle Thomas started, before biting a big chunk of beef and gulping it down quickly. “Uh… soulmates, that’s neat. How did you two meet each other?”

‘First family dinner all over again…’ I thought to myself, as I tried to find the words for my answer.

“School, I was just walkin’ around and smelled him. Knew he was the one so… tried my best, huhuh.” Dave saved my ass, although his story was different this time. We lied during the first dinner. I couldn’t remember the excuse anymore, and that’s what bothers me about lies.

They’re usually hard to remember. That’s also the reason I’m a bad liar, my memory is awful.

“Yeah, that’s how it usually happens. You just walk around and get the smell, all the soulmate stories start exactly like that, ain’t that right?” Dave’s uncle looked at his brother next to him, who gave him a really angry looking frown.

“Go fuck yourself, got’cha?” I understood that reaction, The man lost his soulmate, I guess the memories were still painful? I’m no psychologist to tell.

“Yeah, sorry, shouldn’t have mentioned that… So uh… back to you, kiddo.” Oh, fuck. Dinner was nice, the meat was delicious! But Dave’s uncle didn’t seem to be… really fond of me. I was glad to see (Not really, now I sound like a dick) that he was bothering Mr. Walker too, so it’s nice to see that the consensus was… Dave’s uncle was a loud mouth ass. “You don't seem to have big muscles, but that's pretty much a given when you're a human."

“I’m sorry…” I mumbled, looking up at him. I tried to sound nice and not afraid, like Mr. Walker suggested before but… it was hard. “Not really good at sports and stuff like that, I guess-”

“Can see that. At least you’re a valedictorian, right?” I shook my head. High grades weren't my top priority. I did well at school, but didn’t focus enough for high grades to be a given. “No? That’s too bad.”

“Tom…” His brother tried to calm him. I noticed Dave needed some calm too. The big guy was clenching his fist with a lot of strength, as he held his knife with the other hand. He didn’t seem eager to cut the meat though, so I decided to step in for him.

I grabbed his fist beneath the table, feeling as it relaxed the longer I touched him. At the end, he grabbed my hand too, and I noticed his expression relaxed as well.

“Dad, don’t be such a dick. The guy’s fine, cut it out.” One of Dave’s cousins, big guy, uh… Brad! He seemed to be standing up for me, for some reason. He angrily stared at Dave’s uncle, without an apparent reason.

Uh… I felt like I was missing a big chunk of information here.

The uncle just stared back at his son, a bit surprised by his reaction. But before he could answer, or even react at all, Dave’s dad spoke up. “Well, it’s been fun, a neat reminder of why we never have family reunions, heh.”

“Ow, c’mon. It’s just a big friendly talk between men and…” He looked at me, seemingly ready to strike another insult. I grabbed Dave’s hand tighter.

But Dave’s dad didn’t give him the chance. “Dinner’s over. You guys will be going upstairs.”

“Roger that” I mumbled, leaving my plate with still a good chunk of meat. I didn’t let go of Dave’s hand, but he followed right after me.

“But I wanted a bit more beef...” The other cousin said. Logan, if I remember correctly. He was small, rather than muscled and big. I related to him because of that, glad to see not all male werewolves are big muscular people.

“Take the plate” Brad whispered to him, before following us upstairs.

“Okay, what’s going on-” I started to say, but my boyfriend shushed me.

“I’ll tell you all about it upstairs, just follow me and don’t make loud noises. Remember that they can hear everything in here” Dave interrupted me, as we went to his room. ‘Great, now my werewolf seems to be part of a mafia’.

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Locking the door behind us and his cousins, Dave ordered his cousins to stand aside, and they obeyed right away. “I’ll put some music here and…” His phone started playing some loud rock, but not loud enough to make the place feel annoying. “There, we can talk now.”

“Whaaat’s going on? And just tell me already, it feels quite bad to be insulted for no reason.”

“You weren’t really being insulted, bruh. I was.” Dave explained, motioning for me to go closer before leading me to his bed. “Uncle has… a bit of a problem, like pops has. But while pops knows when to shut his mouth, my uncle doesn’t, huh.”

“I don’t really see the insulting part there but continue…” I pointed out, but Dave just chuckled. Which seemed to cause a chain reaction and the werewolves guarding the door in front of us chuckled too.

“Sorry, yeah. Uh, well… My uncle is just bitter because my dad got an alpha son on his first try, me of course” I could figure that out on my own. The ‘I’m an alpha’ part I mean, he says it all the time. “Brad and Logan here are my betas. They were born as omegas, yeah, but I got them in my pack by willing choice because betas are usually stronger than omegas.”

The cousins were on the other side of the room. The small one, Logan, was tasting his meal with delight, while Brad leaned in to… hear our chat? They looked directly at Dave as soon as he mentioned them, before each one of them saying a “Hey” “‘Sup?”

“Why are they so… attentive?” Nosy mode on. I wanted to get answers, mostly because my curiosity was triggered now. ‘Obedient’ would have fitted better than ‘attentive’ though.

“Asked them to take care of you for the night, because I wasn’t sure if It would look good for me to do it. Pops is usually really fond of my uncle, but I think he didn’t like seeing him insulting my soulmate to get to me, bruh” Dave then put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. “I can put them back to normal if you want me to, but… they don’t really mind, so why bother?”

Uhm… I risk myself sounding like a dick right now, but I found the idea of the two cousins under Dave’s control quite arousing… I’m not going to say it to him, of course! I didn’t want him to feel bad or anything if he saw his soulmate interested in other guys…

“Where are they going to sleep, by the way? Or are they leaving after a bit?” It was after dinner already so… it wasn’t a bad thing to ask. Like, we had school tomorrow...

“Living room, sofa. One of them, at least. I’ve got a sleeping bag, because they both can’t fit on the sofa, so while the guest room is occupied by my uncle and… yeah, I’ll go get that old thing. Gimme a sec.”

Dave got up from the bed and left the room, leaving me sitting there alone as the two cousins stared at me.

“Hope the meat is still good…” I told Logan, trying to sound nice. I felt a bit bad, Dave made them look after me, and that made them ‘defend’ me against their father. Yeah, I definitely feel bad now. “Sorry for crashing into the dinner.”

“You kiddin’? You seem like a cool guy, dad was just being an ass. It’s okay though, I think he likes you” Brad answered, and I feel like he’s the one “kiddin’” here. “He’s just… We don’t like family dinners, we do them out of courtesy. Nothing personal, dad can be naturally obnoxious sometimes”

I wanted to say sorry again or something like that, but that’s when Dave bursted in with the sleeping bag. “Y’guys play rock paper scissors to decide who’ll sleep with the alpha… Like, beside me, don’t get weird ideas.”

I chuckled, as Dave threw the sleeping bag next to the cousins, and started taking off his shirt as he walked towards me. “You’re sleeping over, right? It’s still early, but I can make up for the bad time by cuddling, if you’d like.”

To be honest, it felt like a good idea to distract me from that… failed family dinner night. Never again I’ll ‘crash’ into a Walker dinner (Even though Dave knew I was coming over). Too many surprises for a lifetime, thank you.

I laid down, rolled over to leave him room. We wouldn’t be sleeping yet, I hoped. The big guy laid down beside me and quickly pulled me in.

“Fuck…” 

“Yeah!” We turned towards the other guys and noticed Brad had won the rock paper scissors game. Logan just seemed defeated, he grabbed his empty plate and looked over at us.

“Well, g’night bros. Gonna be in the living room, I guess.”

“Buh-bye” Dave said, before turning around again and holding me in his arms. “Sorry again for all that before, bruh. Let's get some sleep, a’ight?”

Honestly, I think I didn't feel as offended as I should have. Best to just let things slide off, I guess. I decided to just nod, and doze off while hearing Brad setting up his sleeping bag. 

I didn’t pay him much mind, though. My puppy boy's hug felt nice enough to help me relax quite quickly...

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Author’s note:

Took me long enough. But chapter 16 went up already, so gotta keep up with the content.

Chapter 16 is available in my Patreon, but it will go up as soon as I publish Chapter 17 there. Shouldn’t be long, I feel very inspired lately! (Hopefully it won’t take as long as this one did 😅).

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it <3.

[wandsandwheezes]

Inconspicuous | G.W

T/W // Ouid content, kissing and suggestive content but no actual smut it doesn’t even really get too spicy

Summary // 2.5k // Reader is Ron’s best friend and George is absolutely 100% in love with her and has been crushing for a while, Ron attempts to be inconspicuous and get inside info from his best friend for his brother but we all know how Ron is.

A/N - big surprise i’ve simped again and i’ve written yet ANOTHER George fic. massive thank you to @witch-and-a-half​ for her ADORBS request bc she has inspired me not only to write ouid content but ron content so i luvvv her sm🧡🧡

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If there was one thing that Ron wasn't good at, it would have to be subtlety. It was painfully obvious how much he liked Hermione to everyone else before he'd even come to terms with it himself. This all ran through George's head as he toyed with the idea of trying to get his baby brother to set him up. 'This is a terrible idea' he thought, but the words had already started spilling before he could stop himself. 

George watched you teaching his twin and Ginny how to play a muggle card game, something that you were disturbingly good at, so good that George was convinced you were using a charmed deck whenever you would play with friends or whenever you showed a card trick. The aspect of teaching a wizard to do a magicians trick was what made you love cards so much. "She's great isn't she." George mused. 

"I'd say so, just don't let her convince you that she hasn't charmed the deck," Ron laughs as he works on polishing his and Harry's broomsticks ready for the return of quidditch season. George's eyes snapped back to his brother, out of his trance. "Yeah, I'm surprised someone as great as her is still single." He hoped Ron would catch his drift but the ever oblivious boy shoved off the comment. "I know why she's single, She's great, a catch even and she's my best friend but, bloody hell, the guys she dates are such pricks." 

"oh…" George's heart sank a little, He knew this was a long shot trying to get his brother to set him up, because you and Ron were the closest thing to twins, besides sharing a womb. He thought maybe he could just grow a pair and ask you out himself but that seemed like such a bad idea to the poor boy. "Well, hypothetically, If she were to date someone who you already knew, say quite well, I'm sure you'd be happy for her, no?" 

Ron laughed a little, "I see you, trying to be Fred's wingman, test the waters and see how I'd react." George punches his brother's arm, shaking his head before dropping his voice to a whisper. "No, you blind bat, I mean me. I like her."

"why didn't you lead with that?" Ron goes to walk over to her, but George stops him in his tracks, pulling him back so they're standing in front of each other. "No, wait, wait, stop. You can't make it obvious like that." Ron sighs, rolling his eyes, "what do you suppose I do then?" 

"I'm not asking you to set us up or anything, just, I don't know? See if she's interested." Ron looks over to you, catching your eye, you smile over to the boys, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before instructing fred on a good game move. "I think you'd be good for her, looking at it."

"what do you mean by that?" he was prying now, "Her last relationship was, well, not brilliant. Ravenclaw guy, really stuck up and super uptight about everything, I swear he was a lousy git and didn't take care of her, but she was infatuated with him, god knows why." 

"I see, you know, I've had a crush on her since I was like 14 right?" Ron's jaw dropped, looking at his brother quizzically, "wow, I wouldn't have known." God, he was blind, if not blind, just blissfully unaware if what's going on around him. "Well, leave it to me, big brother!" 

There's been things George would do over the last few years, that to you were just small acts of kindness from someone you'd known your whole life; Picking up things you'd dropped, reaching top shelves, helping with hard potions papers, him teaching you how to smoke - but to him he's been flirting with you non stop. He'd never seen anyone or anything compare to your beauty. 

Later on in the evening George passed by you in the kitchen, hand pressed to the small of your back, he looked down at you with a smile, his whole stomach felt like it was filled with butterflies. You both stayed there a moment longer than usual. George's scent was heavenly, and you'd never admit it but it was a smell you knew you could get drunk off of. 

Ron noticed the interaction between you two, watching as George exited the room, to head out to join his twin in the shed for the evening's activities "Hey, Y/N mind helping me with the snacks, that is if you're joining George, Fred and I tonight ." you giggled, walking around the long table to join him, "Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world, Ronniekins. What do you need me to do?" 

He instructed you in what snacks needed grabbing, packing them into a bag, ready for the night, making sure to grab some water and the blankets from the airing cupboard. "So, uh… How's things with Marc was it? Or Marv?" you rolled your eyes, "Let's not, god we haven't spoken at all this summer. At this point I think you'd make a better boyfriend than he ever will." 

He laughed, swinging the bag over his shoulder picking up the bottles, "Well, I may be unavailable romantically-" he starts, before you cut him off "and Emotionally." Ron rolls his eyes, with a huff, "Riiiight, however, George and Percy are always available." His eyes were scanning your face for a reaction, "Oh, Percy, my favourite!" you giggle, the sarcasm evident in your tone, you're gathering the blankets into your arms before you ponder on it. "Well, Not that you'd like to know, because he is your brother - but my god George smells amazing, I definitely would if I had the chance." 

"Blimey, Really, Y/N? That's fantastic!" Ron slips up slightly, he's fucked it, it's so obvious now and he tries to cover it up, but you're just as oblivious as he is most of the time. "Fantastic?" you prod, Ron was your best friend after all and you sensed something was up. "Oh, well you know how I feel about your taste in Men, I think George would be good for you, like you said, he is my brother I could always strangle him if he's a dick." You head out towards the shed, the bitter cold from outside making you glad you'd brought the blankets. "Like George would ever want to date me, Ron!" you laugh, pulling the blankets close to your chest. Ron laughs along with you, nervously but glad he hadn't blown his Brother's cover. 

"Evening Boys!" you chirp, closing the door to the shed quickly to try and salvage some warmth. "We come bringing gifts." Ron adds, swinging the bag down off his shoulder and onto the floor, "Actually, damn, I left the good shit in our room, George." Ron widens his eyes, seizing the opportunity to give you and George a moment together, "I'll come with you Fred, I want to grab my hoodie." you speak up, grabbing Ron's wrist before he leaves, "Can I borrow one please?" you pout up at him, he laughs shaking his head, jokingly brushing you off with a "No…" smiling a fake smile. 

Ron looks over to George, mouthing a 'she likes you' behind your back praying that you don't notice, pointing at you and making a heart with his hands before pointing then at George, like some really piss poor attempt at charades. George however takes the hint, moving a couple of the pillows on the sofa he's sat on so that you can join him. 

It wasn't as if it was awkward between you and George but, now you were alone together, you felt the new tension. A part of you had to admit that you were attracted to him, after all he looked incredible, muscly biceps, veiny forearms and big hands, his hair was still long, with an effortless wave to it. You already craved his scent, but did you crave him too? 

His eyes were on you, he couldn't help but fall a little harder every time he saw you in blue, it was his favourite on you. "You look beautiful," He spoke up, smiling at you "Blue really suits you." He tried to act casual but awkwardness seemed to be taking over, he was hardly able to express himself. "You know, you're not too bad looking yourself, George. What I would do for a man like you." you sigh, reminding yourself that you're returning to hogwarts single after yet another failed relationship. 

"Why want someone like me when you could always have the real deal." He joked, you scooted a little closer to him looking into his eyes, his hand rested on your knee as you moved in closer to him, his eyes were flicking between your lips and your eyes and for a moment you felt it. The Spark. He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a quick kiss. 

It was enough for you to realise why Ron had been acting so weird and suddenly you'd realised just how hard you'd been crushing on the twin in front if you. He was truly phenomenal, you were about to lean in for a second kiss when the door swung open again. Ron and Fred return, the former, tosses a hoodie at you, "I couldn't find another one so Fred grabbed this off George's bed." 

"You don't mind, do you, Georgie?" you spoke innocently, looking into his eyes. The use of the nickname as it rolled off your lips, was enough for his stomach to be in knots, "Of course not, angel." He smiled softly, of course it had to be the navy one, he was growing frustrated but nevertheless he was playing into the innocence. Ron had told Fred about the plan to get you two together tonight, to which the older twin was elated, ready to see his brother shut up about being so lonely. 

You'd started the night early, meaning that by 11:30 you were all absolutely stoned, you'd ended up with your legs tangled with George's, and his thumb rubbing circles onto your thigh. You'd been pouting, asking him to help you with the bong. He was already whipped. The higher you both got, the less you both seemed to care that you weren't alone, George finally presses another a kiss to your lips. The small, gentle kisses, had turned into delicate touches, Ron notices just how close you both were to each other, oddly recognising that same feeling when he saw Dean kissing Ginny, but he wasn't sure if it was you or George he was meant to be protective of. 

You'd dozed off on George's chest, his fingers playing delicately with the ends of your hair, "I think we'll leave you two here then. I'm baked and ready for bed, what about you, Fred?" Ron looks over to his older brother who is taking a final hit, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "Mmm, yeah I could do with some alone time to work on some products." he adds, the two boys gathering their things and heading swiftly out of the room, not before Fred winks at is twin, causing George to flip him off with a small laugh. 

You looked like an angel, asleep on his chest, he truly was In love with you, even if you weren't with him. He started to overthink, about what a life with you would be like, how beautiful you'd look underneath him, how you would take his breath away as you walked down the isle. He was more than head over heels, his full body was falling deeply in love with you, and yet a life with you was so close, he could taste it.

Only in your dreams did you ever imagine falling asleep on George's chest. Your fantasies of him being a gentle caring boyfriend, overwhelmed you. You hadn't really ever thought about how much you craved the smell, the touch and now the taste of a boy you'd known your whole life. You'd been searching for something perfect but it was always there for you at home, waiting for a moment with you. 

When you found yourself awake again, you'd noticed the other two boys had left, leaving you and George cuddled on the sofa, you didn't want to leave. He had you, hook, like and sinker and all he'd done is kiss you. "hello, sleepyhead," he joked, his hand rubbing small circles on your lower back. You smiled wide "Hi, Georgie," you murmured, still waking yourself up, you realise you're still quite high and looking into his bloodshot eyes you knew he was too. 

He drew you in for another kiss, but this time, he didn't hold back, his hand was pressed against your jaw, inticing you in more. Small pecks turned to longer kisses, causing you to swing your leg over his thighs so that you were straddling his hips. One of his hands were now on the small of your back, while the other had tangled in your hair, this move had meant that the kisses had now turned to a full make out session. The way you'd kissed each other was full of passion, and Merlin was George good with his lips, it was the best kisses you'd ever had. 

When things started to heat up, he stopped himself, he didn't want to treat you like a fling, something that happened when you were both high. "Wait, Y/N, I don't want this to be a one night thing. I want all of you, for well, as long as you want me."

Your heart sank when he'd pulled away and you thought that maybe he'd regretted doing this with you, you went to apologise before his words actually set in, did he actually want you? "You want to be with me?" you ask softly, your forehead pressed against his, hands still running through the hair at the back of his head. "More than you'll ever know," he admitted. "finding someone like you makes me the luckiest man alive."

You giggle, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Who would've known you were such a sappy man?" his arms wrap around your waist, flipping you over so that he was hovering over you, causing a laugh to rip through your vocal chords. "I can do less sappy and a bit rougher if you'd prefer" he murmurs suggestively, pressing kisses along your jaw, his hands traveling up your arms until your hands are pressed against each others, fingers lacing together.

This morning when you woke up, kissing George was the last thing on your mind, now it's the only thing you can think of doing. He said he was the lucky one but truly you felt luckier, you had someone who would do anything for you, and to think it was all Ron's (very capable) doing. 

On your wedding day, six or so years later, Ron thought it would be a good idea for his Man of Honour speech, to tell everyone the story of how he set up his best friend with his brother. The speech ended with you both in tears at how now his best friend was his Sister In law and that he was glad you finally found a decent taste in men.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 66, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering

First rewritten reworking 07/02/2023

Second rewritten reworking 11/15/2024

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1030

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you ever tell me you were in movies?” Peter asked me as I was setting up my popcorn popper for Saturday movie night. His green eyes were sparkling with wonder and love for me.

“Hmmm?” I hummed as I turned to him, cocking me head to the side as I gazed up at my handsome, taller soulmate.

 “Tonight’s film is going to be The Midnight Countess,” he told me with great excitement and I dropped a groan. “Sweetheart, how is it possible for me to love you even more?”

 “I HATE that movie!” I bemoaned. “Why are we watching it tonight? I swear, the only reason that movie was picked for tonight is because my tits were hanging halfway out of that damned dress I was wearing!”

 “Boobies?” Peter’s eyes get dilated as he followed me out of my sisters’ tent and out to the open firepit, where I quickly began to set up.

 “My tits were tiny before I got pregnant,” I scowled, avoiding his eyes. “Size DD’s- besides, you’ve seen them before, they’re nothing really special!”

 “Sweetheart, look at me, please,” Peter begged me. With a heavy sigh, I lifted my head to gaze into his stunning green eyes. “You’ll feed my children with those amazing tits of yours, sweetheart. I love them just the way they are, please don’t ever alter them-”

 “Peter,” I giggled, kissing my fist and then bringing it up to tap against his lips. “I love you, my love.”

 His eyes grew sparkly as he scooped me into his arms  and attacked my face with his lips, growling as he made out with me. I squeaked, wrapping my legs around his hips and looping my arms around his shoulders. I gripped onto my soulmate for dear life, sighing as he pulled away for a mere second for breath.

 “Fuck,” he gasped as he stared at me with blown pupils. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

 “I love you,” I stressed, resting our foreheads together as I twisted a strand of his long, silky hair in my fingers. “I will always love you, amore mio”

 Peter grabbed onto my thigh with one hand to keep me where I was and wrapped his other hand around the back of my neck so that he could continue to lay kisses upon me. I placed my own hands under his jawbone as we made out there in front of my sisters’ tent.

 “Hey, lovebirds!”

 We broke away, panting heavily as we stared into each other’s eyes, sapphire meeting emerald.

 “Get a room, won’t you?” grumbled Ben, the older man, looking the least bit disgusted as he stomped past us.

 “Come on, Peter.” My eyes were twinkling with mischief. “Let’s go continue this in Ben’s tent.”

 “HEY!”

 ~xoXox~

 “Sweetheart, you are truly so fucking perfect.”

 I squeaked sleepily as I turned over, relaxing at the manly body that laid down next to me.

 Peter, my Peter

 I smiled as I tucked my nose into the scent of pine trees, campfire smoke and pure, raw man. I cooed soft as he wrapped his arms around me.

 “Hey sweetheart,” Peter murmured in a gentle voice, kissing my temple. “You’re an amazing actress.”

 Gramacy, my love.

 “Fuck sweetheart, is there nothing you can’t do?” he continued talking, chuckling when I pushed myself up underneath his shirt, pushing my head out through the neck hole and relaxing into his muscly body. He reached down and grabbed ahold on my red wool cloak, which he tugged up to cover me like a blankie.

 “Sleep now my woman,” he rumbled softly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

 ~xoXox~

 I woke up with a frantic gasp for air. My chest felt like a twenty pound sausage being crammed into a five pound casing and I felt unsettled as I squirmed, trying to get comfortable.

 I opened my eyes and looked into the tranquil sleeping face of Peter. My soulmate. I immediately felt calmer, knowing that he would never let anything happen to me.

 “Sweetheart?” Peter murmured, his arms shifting so that he was now cupping the back of my bed with one hand.

 “Panic attack,” I gasped, tucking my face into the apex of his shoulder and neck. “I’m sorry my love- it’s just a panic attack.”

 “What can I do to make you feel better?” My soulmate was suddenly awake as he sat up, letting me straddle his lap. I was silent as I buried myself deeper into him, seeking him, craving him. “Sweetheart?”

 “Hold me,” I choked out, relaxing more into his hold as his hands gripped me close to him. I never felt like I was in any danger with Peter; despite his hulkish build and the knowledge that he could potentially kill me if he wanted to, he was a giant teddy bear I couldn’t help but think of him as being. I was so wrapped in my mind that I didn’t hear him whispering sweet little nothings into my ear as I drifted off again.

  Amore mio, my love, Italian

Gramercy, thank you, old French? 

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Au Volant-part 1

Summary: You were free, you had control until bucky and Steve showed up at your door.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, minor tfawts ep 2 spoilers.

Notes: This is a series btw and I'm not sure how long it'll be (not like I do for any of my series) and yea that's all just know it will be pretty....dark pfft. Also, this does NOT fit in the marvel timeline even if references are made to such.

Steve knew when he was out-matched, hell even before the serum he knew when he'd lose he just didn't know when to stop. Bucky did though and nothing about that had changed in 100 years. Not even now when steves ass was being handed to him. after getting bucky back steve and bucky had gone off on their own mission to find other super-soldiers who may still be alive. of course they expected this to be easier than it was.

Of course, bucky could've just brought steve to Isaiah Bradley but he still knew steve would be pissed after finding out what had been done to him and he just wanted to leave Isaiah to his own thing still.

Then there was you. Bucky met you back when he was first becoming the winter soldier. you were their first test into becoming one of them. of course, your trigger words hadn't been finished before you killed those who were working on you and escaping. it s why they advanced buckys mechanism. You'd had tried to free him but they were already in the works of triggering buckys words.

Bucky knew you were free but only by self-discipline and no one knowing the words aside from hydra who, by this point, you'd spent the last century running from. He wanted you to stay out even if he knew where you were at.

That was until now, they needed another super soldier to win. Sure he could call Isaiah but as far as triggers go you were more likely to not only survive this but even join it. So with that process bucky grabbed steve ignoring his words and ran to your house.

you were 95 years old, despite how you looked. you had managed to escape hydra. Ever since hydra fell you ere truly free for the first time in a long time. you had enrolled in college majoring in history, ironic yes but you figured with your overextended life maybe you could use it and become a history professor.

This was your plan until there was a knock at your door. you figured it was the pizza you had ordered until you opened it seeing a bloody avenger and the weapon that hydra used over and over again to kill people. So with that you slammed the door, locked it, and walked back to your living room. "y/n come on" you heard bucky say. "nope" you yelled back.

"I thought you said shed be willing to help?" you heard steve groan. "I never said willing I said she could help" bucky replied. steve sighed "look y/n I know-" steve started to say "you don't know shit about shit star-spangled man with a plan," you said back.

"I spent the last 70 years running from this man ok. Now I know he is back to Sargent Barnes or whatever crap he was before but guesses what it does mean I am willing to just jump back in the man who was on my ass trying to kill me just yesterday, and it sure as fuck doesn't mean that I am willing to jump back into war" you wished they just go away. You were finally free safe. "steve go" "huh?" "go ill be back with you in a few minutes" and so steve walked away out of hearing distance. bucky said down but your door.

"look y/n I know what you've been through ok. I know they hurt you because they hurt me too. See this difference is I was a soldier before this...you were just someone in the wrong place wrong time. Me and steve here are looking for the others those who were like us, set them free too. Though they seem to either be like you, Isiah, or are still trying to fight. now I'm here because most are trying to fight and they're gathering together and fighting. I don't blame you for not trusting me I get it, some days even I don't trust me but know that I never wanted to hurt you." bucky cleared his throat "I am James 'bucky' Barnes and you are part of my amends" bucky said before the door opened and he fell back.

You stuck your hand out "give it" you said which bucky only looked up at you confused. "come on there's only so many therapists for brainwashed murderes give it" you said again. bucky handed you the tiny book. you opened it and crossed out your name handing it back to him. "get up and get your boy toy over there to come inside. I need to get ready if we're going to war." you said walking upstairs. "so you'll come?" bucky asked. "sure James why the fuck not but be aware you may be fixed but I'm only free out of pure will, soon as someone says the words I'm no longer free" you said walking to your room.

Bucky opened his notebook writing down ten words. he handed the paper to steve. "what's this?" he asked looking down at the words in both Russian and English. "her trigger words. just know as soon as there said she's one of them" bucky knew the words. hydras orders were if he found you to trigger you. "so she's not...." steve trailed off "nope she's only free out of self will" bucky shrugged sometimes he wished he had been able to be like you. "is it safe to bring her?" steve asked fearing what would happen if you became like bucky. "ill be fine" you said from the top of the stairs. you were wearing your gear which consisted of a black long sleeve made out of bulletproof gear that you stole from the police, black leggings for movement, black boots, and a hoodie. your hair was out of your face and you had your daggers on one side of your belt and your guns on the other.

"don't be a moron and say those words and everything will be fine," you said walking down. "now what's the game plan what do I need?" "what you have and spare clothes and weapons," Steve said. you nodded walking to your garage where the rest of your knives and guns were at along with your disguised clothes. "so you said that the soldiers are grouping up and fighting. know why?" "There are only rumors some say they want new hydra, others say they're scared some say they are forming a 'better' hydra," bucky said following you.

you grabbed a bag stuffing clothes in and ammo along with some daggers. "so are we staying with the rest of the little einstens?" you asked turning to steve. you were met with two confused faces. you blinked, how on earth are you, a person on the run, more educated on pop culture than these two "its....its a kids show" you said clearing your throat "im asking if were staying at the avengers headquarters" you said awkwardly. "oh no were tracking the group and certain people, those suspicious and then we just stay in hotels" steve said. you nodded and walked to the front door. "lets go then shall we"

you two got into steves car. "so how come no ones ever heard of you if you were on of them?" steve asked. "got out before i become one fully they never were able to trigger me" you shrugged. "she tried getting me out but...she was too late" bucky looked down. steve shut up from that point on. you all drove to a motel close to where they had seen a few people hiding out at from the sights of it.

the motel was kind of well really bad, not quite what you expected when rolling with the avengers. they said it was to stay undercover, large purchases and such could trigger that someone famous is rolling in. So here you were sat on a rigidy bed in the motel. there was 2 beds but 3 of you so someone had to share. "not it" steve said flopping back onto a bed. you and bucky looked at each other. "come on you two have known each other for almost as long as buck and I" steve said sitting up.

you grumbled sitting on the bed before sighing. not like you slept much so maybe you wouldn't have to actually share the bed. "for tonight we will fill you in" steve said. you 3 sat at a table and they told you the information they have and what they're plan is.

They said how they have a few places where they think people are hiding out based on the hours of activity and a few spots look like people are hiding out there. They said their plan was talk until people started noticing bucky and then chose to fight, then they came to you. Now their plan was talk but with back up incase shit takes a turn again.

Bucky and steve had gone to sleep but you were still up sat at a table. you were sharpening your daggers. you were zoned out for a while at this point. you didn't sleep often due to fear that if you let your guard down you wouldn't be able to hold back the soldier part of you. you really only slept when you were on the verge of passing out. This started when one night you had a dream, not long after you escaped, of the man saying the words. you felt your whole brain shift, luckily you woke up and were able to push back before anything happened. since then it was too close of a call to risk anything ever again.

You saw movement and looked up seeing bucky look around in almost a panic before he saw you. his breathing steadied "hey" he whispered out of breath. you nodded to him "you ok there?" "hmm? yea why are you up isnt it late?" you looked at the clock. last you looked it was 12am. you shrugged "same reason your up" "guess being brainwashed has its cons" you huffed "ysupposeou could say that"

"you sleep at all" bucky asked standing and walking to you. "i sleep when i feel like im going to pass out" you returned back to sharpening your daggers "last time i casually slept the world almost had another winter soldier" you scoffed "never doing that shit again" you looked up at bucky. his hair was a mess and a thin layer of sweat covered his chest. he was definitely muscly and you'd be lying if you said he wasn't hot.

"you should rest ill watch over you make sure you don't change" he said looking at you. "no its fine got another" you looked down at your watch looking at the date "few days before i pass out" you shrugged. "y/n. sleep" he stated. you shook your head. bucky groaned, walked to you and threw you over his shoulder "come on sleep time" he said putting you on the bed. you groaned but soon as you were laying down you felt your eyes insticntly close. "stupid body" you grumbled

soon slumber took over. bucky smirked down at you. you two were one in the same except while he was forever free you, you were free on pure will and keeping your guard up. "ill keep you safe doll, no one will change you even yourself" he said brushing the hair from your face. soon he felt as peace seeing you so calm and he laid next to you. the bed reminded him of the ones in the military. sleep took him over not too longer after.