#who came home with his pockets FULL of random stuff

[sleepanonymous]

Please elaborate on the evidence about the pockets lmao

I have before! But I don’t think I ever actually put two and two together? I remember going a tiny bit insane over this post/picture where Vessel looks like he just crawled out of the bottom of a duffel bag and has so much stuff in his pockets.

And then in April at the Phoenix Teeth of God ritual, I experienced Vessel’s fascination with a small piece of plastic first hand.

Long story short: the system took his pockets away because he was experiencing too much child-like wonder in collecting random objects. (I’m being silly)

[a-dead-girls-diary]

ch1! c'mon, let's get you home || not on ao3 just yet, 1.2k, tw! emeto warning, implied attempted/failed sa, bsdcember! day 4 (fav pm member) + day 6 (sickness) (sickness comes in in ch2)

Chuuya sipped mindlessly on his wine, swirling it in its glass as he listened to the couple beside him talking about nothing in particular and everything in between. The woman behind the counter snuck him glances that he didn’t quite miss, but the wine made his head throb in a way it shouldn’t and made bile rise in the back of his throat, so he couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the glances.

He quickly downed the rest of his drink in one go, leaving the glass on the counter as a paperweight to hold the bills he left beneath it as he stood to leave. The woman came out from behind the counter, wringing out a sopping towel before throwing it over her shoulder. She approached him with a demeanor that hung between apprehension and a strange sense of hubris.

“Why, darlin’, don’t leave just yet. I’ve had my eye on you for a little while, and that sure as hell ain’t long enough. C’mon, stay for a few more drinks. I’ll get’cha somethin’ real special if ya’ stay long enough to let me.” She began, following him out the door. He glared at her. What was she getting at?

“No, I’m good, thanks.”

“C’mon, hot-stuff, don’t be a prude. This is a once in a lifetime deal. Don’t leave me waiting.”

“I said I’m good, lady. Fuck off.” He stumbled towards the street, noting how unsteady he felt on his feet. The world spun before him as he struggled to walk in a straight line. Fuck. Did she…? He pulled his phone from his pocket and flipped onto his contacts, getting ready to call Hirotsu or somebody to pick him up. He had walked here, for it hadn’t been that far of a walk, but now, he didn’t feel steady enough to make the walk on his own.

“Don’t be a prude!” The woman whined, coming closer until he was backed against the street. If he took a step further back, he’d be in the middle of a busy evening road. God, did his head hurt.

The woman grabbed him by the arm, and while he tried to pull away with full force, he couldn’t. He felt petrifyingly weak. It must be whatever she slipped into his drink. He felt like he did back when he was a teenager on the streets, defenseless to whatever life threw at him. It was a scary feeling.

“Get off!” He snarled, but she yanked him closer, bashing the heel of her free hand into the back of his skull. It did not help his migraine. He clicked a random contact in his phone, praying it was Hirotsu as he pressed the call. His phone clattered to the ground.

“The bar on Raye Avenue. Come pick me up-” He began loudly, praying the person on the receiving end could hear him, but the woman soon dug her heel into the screen, and he watched as it flickered to black with its breaking.

She crashed her hand into his skull one more time. God, was he tired. It would be so much easier to do what his head screamed at him to do, to close his eyes and let it all happen. He knew what would happen if he did, but his head hurt, and he was oh so tired. It would be so simple.

. . . . .

When Dazai got the call from Chuuya at nearly 12 A.M, he knew something was wrong. He hadn’t gotten a call from Chuuya in a year, when Chuuya was drunk out of his mind and didn’t know who he was calling. When he got a call tonight and picked up, he was instantly met with a few seconds of screaming through the receiver.

“The bar on Raye Avenue. Come pick me up-” Chuuya began amidst the loud yells of a woman in the background. The line rapidly went dull with a muffled shattering sound. Dazai was practically in his car within seconds.

He knew where that bar was; he and Chuuya had snuck in numerous times as teenagers, Chuuya slowly sipping his drink while Dazai downed his whiskey like it wasn’t something to savor. It was a mere 20 minute walk, 40 if you were drunk enough.

When Dazai pulled into the parking lot, he was met with an overwhelming sight; a figure crumpled to the ground, a pool beginning to form around it. He approached it haphazardly, prodding it with his foot. It was a woman, plump and round, clad in a bartender’s clothes, a hand towel thrown over her shoulder. Chuuya’s hat lay wrinkled at her side. Dazai sighed.

He picked up Chuuya’s hat, giving the body another kick for good measure. Yep. As he thought, the woman was out stone cold. He trailed around to the side of the building, noting the way Chuuya rested up against the corner between the ashy wall and the dumpster. A little bit to the right of him was a puddle of watery merlot-tainted vomit.

“Jesus, Chuuya.” Dazai muttered, staring at him for a second. Chuuya barely even looked up at him, disheveled flamed curls met with the grey wall as he leaned his head against it, his eyes half shut. His words came out slurred and murmured. He didn’t look good at all. His face was flushed and his hands shook with blatant, badly hidden tremors.

“Shitty ‘Zai?” Chuuya murmured. “What’re you doin’? Why’re you here?”

“You called me. Do you remember?” Dazai asked quietly, but even with the lowered volume of his voice, Chuuya still winced when he began to speak. The redhead shook his head as Dazai huffed.

“Do you remember anything that happened?” Dazai muttered. Chuuya hummed.

“She put somethin’ in my drink. Good fuckin’ wine, and she had to go and ruin it.” Chuuya began, words slurred all to hell. Dazai could barely understand a thing he was saying.

He suddenly took on a slightly green sheen to his face, and not before long, he was hunched over, heaving atop the puddle of vomit he had already made. Dazai was behind him, holding his hair out of the way.

Not much came out; it was clear he had already thrown up most of what he held down already. He just spat into his puddle, a few strings of saliva hung from his mouth to his puddle. It was strangely attractive. Dazai sighed.

“C’mon, Chuuya. Let’s get you home. If you puke on my car seats, I will kill you, and that’s a promise.” Dazai hoisted a hand under Chuuya’s armpit, supporting some of the executive’s weight as they both stood from their crouched positions. Chuuya clearly wasn’t steady enough on his feet to manage the short walk from here to the car without toppling over. Dazai grabbed Chuuya’s hat from where it rested upside-down on the ground, plunking it on top of ochre curls. Chuuya did not notice.

@bsdecember

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

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

Episode 17: Live and Dangerous Part 1 (SMUT)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*RED ALERT SMUTTY SMUT STARTS HERE*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Frakini's club~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That was weird."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"M-M-Male models?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wow, nice! Longer than traditional underwear."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, it's a domitron."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Great plan!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

[sweetmariihs2]

Me randomly yapping about Toy Story and my process of restoring my Buzz Lightyear doll (I think I'm not very well)

(very ugly gif I made from my video. That's.... my actual doll. That's my hand. Hi 👋)

2 days ago me and my brother were trying to find something to watch and we found the first Toy Story movie in our Disney+. It was more like a "lmao let's watch it again?" but then I got done it simply took over my brain

I literally couldn't sleep tonight due to hyperfocus. It's 06:30 am, help help help help help

I have a tendency to like hyperfocuses from my childhood. I mean, my 2000's- 2010's childhood. No, really, almost every single thing I like are stuff I liked when I was five. My room is full of collected stuff from my childhood because now I'm for example part of the Monster High fandom, or Sofia The First fandom, or Barbie Movies, or Ever After High, Undertale, the list goes on. When I did that "let a bot analyze your Instagram" trend the bot literally said "you seem like you're stuck in the 2010's" AND WELL MAYBE I AM

I have a big history with Toy Story, really huge, I grew up with it. I think it's the first hyperfocus I remember having, I was obsessed (as a young girl, in case you didn't notice, just a detail). My favorite character was Woody, but honestly I knew all the characters' names and I watched the movies over and over again, especially 2 and 3. One day my dad traveled to São Paulo for work (I live in Brazil, São Paulo here would be the equivalent of New York in the USA), he said he was coming back a few days later, and my mom stayed home with me to take care of me. I watched movies on her old laptop, and watched Toy Story 3 several times. It was on one of those times that I was watching when my dad came home from his trip with a gift, without warning, just gave me a huge Woody doll (it was the size of a toddler). My mom said that she had never seen me so happy actually

I carried that Woody everywhere with me. My mom even said I tried to bring him to the shower cuz I simply just couldn't stay away from him for a minute. I think I really took the "toys are alive" thing seriously. Actually I always took very great care of my dolls and that's why I can put my MH/EAH dolls in display in my room, they're very well cared. And my Woody doll is here too, I just don't want to take pics rn because it's very late, my room is dark and I'm lazy to take him off the shelf (I wrote this at 05am). If you call him ugly I'll rip you off in pieces, don't treat my son like that (got these pics from the internet)

You know that trend where people say "you look like your childhood toy"? my childhood toy is this Woody here. Some people I know made jokes about him being ugly/scary etc but I'm not scared of him, he always treated me very well lmao. He's a very nice fella

Some years later I got a Buzz Lightyear doll, but I mean, the ACTUAL Buzz doll. From the movie I mean

I live in a small town in Brazil. There was a lady (an old lady I mean) who sold products imported from the USA here in my town. In general they were household items, at least most of them. My mom used to buy us (me and my brother) toys by surprise, like, went out to do something and suddently came home with gifts, and that lady sold north american toys for a very cheap price. I THINK they came from thrift stores, because they arrived in plastic bags and they were random most of the time, like, clearly second hand you know? My mom once showed up with a full bag of polly pocket sized pets and playsets, the bag had the size of a trash bag, like, really big actually. And we weren't rich. Recently, due to me restoring this Buzz doll I spoke to my mom and she said that the prices for those toys were around 20 brazillian reais. You know how much 20 reais would be in dollars? 4 dollars, or less, because were talking about the mid 2010's.

Well, I got that Buzz doll. Among other three action figures of Buzz, Woody and Jessie, but they were smaller, fully plastic and didn't had the same appeal as the movie ones... but still, I liked them when I was young. When you pulled Woody's string, his legs actually moved like he could walk (but he couldn't). Jessie I can't remember. And Buzz, I found out that the action figure I had of buzz is called "laser blast Buzz Lightyear", and that's him

But well, my Buzz doll! The actual movie doll! At the time I didn't minded a lot about Toy Story anymore, even though I still loved to play with my Barbies/MH/EAH, so this Buzz was my brother's, and my brother was a small child when he got it. We got him fully working, pratically new; he could talk when pushing the buttons in his chest, his wings opened when pressing the red button, his laser worked, his helmet did a funny gas noise when opened, even the panel in his wrist had a sound effect, the guy was an amazing toy, truly amazing, and barely used.

Well, my brother and I played with him so much that we didn't think much about his fragility. We took his wings off and put them back on frequently, pressed the buttons non-stop, and after playing he was just thrown back into the toy chest, so he kept getting scratched, got dirty with play dough, dust, broke his wing, broke his arm, and so on... at least we played with him for a very long time. My brother didn't played with him anymore and I got Buzz for me (I didn't stole it, the toy was ours, it just had my brother's title in it and he didn't played with it anymore lmao), that man dated so many Barbies I swear. Funny fact: sometimes I would make blanket forts and put toys with flashing lights inside them, organize the dolls inside, put on music and call it a party, and Buzz would always be there flirting with everyone lol

But yeah going back to the subject, we played with him so much that he broke. Actually I'm surprised by the fact that Andy didn't broke them by the third movie. Time has passed, I restored my Monster High dolls and went on with my childish interests, but Toy Story wasn't something I really cared about revisiting. We moved into a new house and my brother put most of his toys in our "mess room" (basement), and so did I, except for my barbies/barbie sized dolls that are in a toy chest (the MH/EAH are in a shelf). Somehow this Buzz doll appeared again and I decided to put him in my barbie toy chest because I thought "huh I could restore you later actually"

And that's when this week arived, after 4 years living in this house. I'm rewatching all the movies and shorts, because of nostalgia and because I remembered how good those movies were, and I finally decided to restore my Buzz Lightyear. I'm recording the whole process and I'll post it on my YouTube channel. Honestly, I don't think I'll be able to fix everything and make him brand new. For example, the laser arm was ripped off, and even if I find the missing piece, I think it'll be hard to get it working again, especially because I don't know how to maintain the electronic part of the toy and my father, who knows, certainly won't help me with that. Besides, his helmet is very worn and I think it'll be hard to get it back to its previous shine and transparency. And his wings? Not even in my dreams, they have problems opening, problems with the lights, they don't have their "protective cover" outside anymore and the wires are exposed, forget it. What I want to do is bring dignity to the doll and restore him in my way. This means that even if he won't work again, or if he doesn't appears in perfect, what matters most is the fact that it was fixed and is in better condition. I want to treat him well, that is.

The kind of "fixing" I'm talking about is not making him work again completely, but for example taking his broken arm and putting a bandage on it, so we can pretend he broke his arm and he's healing, you know? I'll repaint him, glue his parts back together and... put him somewhere in my room. In a shelf

I know you're probably curious about what Buzz this is, and after doing some research I found out: "Buzz Lightyear Blue Cloud Thinkway Toys from 2009"

Probably collectors reading this are having a heart attack? Maybe. I'm sorry for breaking a very nice item :/

799,00 dollars is a good amount of money! Thinking about the fact that my mom bought him for 2-3 bucks... when talking to my mom about the price for a new Buzz doll that is just like mine (bad word choice: I meant, "how much a new doll of this type costs today"), she said surprised: "and thinking that these toys were junk, no one wanted them to the point of ending up here where we are and for such a cheap price. No one wanted them!" Which I found quite an interesting observation. How did a second hand, perfect, no sign of use, every single interaction working, clean, brand new Buzz Lightyear ended up in a (supposed) thrift store???

This is my YouTube channel:

My videos are in portuguese so I would advise to add captions :/ I'm planning to make a video about this process and I hope I will (if my depression allows me)

I'm currently pretty much hyperfocused in this again, but I think it will be for a short amount of time. I don't love my other interests less. Buzz is now my favorite Toy Story character btw, sorry Woody. Ummm I kinda unburied from memory that Buzz had a TV show and I took a small look at the pilot but didn't watched it yet (it didn't caught much my attention but maybe I'm judging the book by it's cover). I saw that this cartoon has a fandom here on Tumblr but it's more focused on Buzz' crew then in Toy Story for itself. Anyways it's very nice to know that this fandom exists

Now it's 08:00 AM I'm so tired but now I can't sleep anymore

Edit: Buzz Lightyear of Star Command is an amazing show, go watch it, it's great!!!

[women-of-malevolent]

Malevolent Season 1: Women Roundup

Emily MacFarland - murdered offscreen before story starts by John's becoming/birth/whatever

Shub-N - died offscreen before story starts (only revealed in Part 40.5). Her full name is very bad and I think it should be edited to be anything else. I noodled around came up with Shub-Inanis or Shub-Inanith, from the Latin word for void. You could check out other etymologies too, and other words relating to void, eternity, absence, blankness. You could also use a different god from the Lovecraft pantheon, like Cthulhu.

Amanda "Sarah" Cummings PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 - yes she's named, she's named Sarah and the story usually calls her Amanda even after John and Arthur learn she went by Sarah. Murdered offscreen in Part 5 after Arthur tells the King in Yellow the name Amanda Cummings. Also she went by Sarah but is called Amanda in almost every instance someone refers to her. She is referenced a LOT.

Delphine Cummings - murdered offscreen before story starts; literally stuffed in a fridge in a basement

Unnamed Dead Woman In The Woods - murdered offscreen; the story seems to have forgotten about her by the next episode

Unnamed Cultist Witch - still alive! She gives Arthur a baby that's covered in eldritch sigil drawings. She may have killed the unnamed dead woman and stolen her baby, then gives Arthur that baby.

Unnamed Baby - still alive, Arthur took her from the crone and then anonymously gave her to the first random woman he saw because he and John deduced that she was its mother based on: she's here, she's crying, and she's talking to police.

❓ Anna Stanczyk - I don't know! I'm pretty sure she was murdered offscreen and we find it out at some bullshit point like Part 30 or something. She seems cool and her family seems interesting

Mother Stanczyk - unnamed, undead, mostly characterized by her supernatural attachment to babies + John and Arthur use magic on her wheelchair to bind her soul and convert her into an extra-life fairy-in-a-bottle.

Unnamed Crying Woman In Diner - still alive. Arthur assumes she's the mother of the baby because why else would she be crying?

Kellin's sister - dead, probably murdered, before the story starts. Arthur takes a tooth out of her rotting, decapitated head because her corpse contains a magical doohickey that he can use. At this point, the tooth is now in his pocket and sometimes whispers hints at him, like when it mispronounces Anna Stanczyk's name to confirm that the Anna in Sarah's letter was Anna Stanczyk.

Kellin's mother - dead, probably murdered, before the story starts.

Unnamed Nurse (Lilly) - alive but unnamed until Season 2. Her kindness in her working role as nurse made John rethink his King in Yellow ways

Unnamed Waitress - alive! She serves Arthur food

Faroe Lester PART1 PART2- dead offscreen before the story starts. She was Arthur's young daughter who died at toddler age before she could really speak.

Unnamed Elderly Woman - alive, presumably. She seems unwell. Arthur and John break into her home when they hear her retching. They are terrified of her and believe she is mind-controlled by the King in Yellow.

Unnamed Widow PART1 PART2 - dead, murdered by Arthur. John and Arthur break into her home, look through her stuff, and then brain her to death with a rock. She was probably bad news, and may have been a ghoul monster who meant to kill them, maybe.

[maplecaster]

ok i was in school with someone who reminded me a lot of my friend cam so i’ll just call him cam. we got bored and started hanging out with the school grandma who lives inna dark room by herself separated above everyone in the school and we figured she was lonely. however she somehow got a hold of some soda which was against her religion or something and the school got mad but they didnt know who gave it to her so there was a school-wide assembly (only like 50 people tho) where they yelled at us for giving the grandma soda and said that anyone who has soda has to give it up now so a bunch of people were standing up and passing along random sodas. but my friend cam was sitting in the back and hiding behind other people (he is small like 4’9) so he didnt get caught bc they’d recognize that it was his soda she drank. the bell to leave school rang a bit later so we all stood up and left in the middle of the principal talking bc no one was listening to him anyway + i had to be ready for when my bus comes.

little tangent, here’s something that is always in my school dreams because it always happened irl: i need to be vigilant to hear when my bus comes, they announce it over the intercom or you can just wait outside. you had to know your bus number (5, 6, 3, etc) and ask the office which bus that referred to (456, 1338, 712, etc) and just have that memorized all year. when your bus comes, you have like 6 minutes before it leaves and if ur late ur fucked. bus is gone and you have to call your parents to pick you up.

so in my dream, i was a bit anxious after the bell rang that i would miss my bus, but i always had to wait like 30 mins for it to get here anyway. i spoke to cam as we were walking in the hallway. i then did something for him, i can’t remember what it was, i think i gave him something that he’ll give to someone else for a favor, but since i helped, he owed me a favor now. i asked for some soda and he said hed get me some. we went into the teachers office who had held the soda that was given up in the assembly, but it was gone. then the teacher came in and asked what we were doing. the whole room got super tense, but cam being the baller he is, did his best dog robot student* impression and said “oh hello mr [ ]. i’ve just been having a tough— er, ruff day.”

i started laughing, but the teacher seemed unamused, “a ruff day, huh?”

and i said “cmon teach, wasn’t that hilarious? ‘a tough— er, ruff day.’ ha!” the teacher started smiling, then full on laughing realizing it was pretty funny. we were both able to leave after that.

we kept walking down the hallway, i just kept following him cuz he hadnt paid me yet. as we walked there were was someone who tossed him what seemed like a small black and red rock, no doubt something cam will trade for something else later. we enter a room and cam puts his back onto something that was against the wall. he patted it, directing my attention to it, and i realize it’s stacks upon stacks of boxes of energy drinks. like, stacked to the ceiling, taking up like half the wall. not exactly soda, but i’ll take it. there were a couple other students in the room, and the door was wide open. i sneakily grabbed one box and brought it into an attached dark room, setting it down and opening it. i grabbed a can and slid it into my hoodie pocket. hopefully no teacher will ask what i’ve got hiding in there. i go back to the other students who are watching cam trying to climb a stack of boxes in the middle of the room. they’re saying things like “be careful!” “you can skip to the fourth box!” “man cmon get down!” idk why he was climbing it but i told him i was gonna try to catch my bus and left.

i guess i did catch it because i was suddenly home, sitting at my computer with my energy drink and a large box of chocolate peanuts. they didnt really go together but theyre both tasty on their own. Yummm ok the end

*dog robot student = students that are robots that were programmed to do dog stuff or something? idk it was weird but they always make dog puns when they talk (they dont have to its just for fun)

[ozma914]

Santa After Christmas

(Bonus points if you can identify all the TV shows referenced.)

           Santa Claus had a ritual, one he followed every year after delivering gifts for all little boys and girls. It involved whiskey.

          His main elf assistant, Evergreen Iciclepears, poured him a shot, and started to walk away with the bottle. Santa snapped his fingers. “Keep ‘em coming, Iciclepears. I just delivered 1.4 billion presents.”

           (Evergreen Iciclepears’ real name was Charles Anders. But Mrs. Claus, who was always sound asleep when Santa got home from his big business trip, had renamed all the elves to make them sound more festive. The Elves accepted this because North Pole work paid well and had great benefits – including dental – but privately they called Mrs. Claus Cranberry Cuddlecane.)

           Alcohol was not all of Santa’s routine, of course. After taking care of the reindeer he plodded to his big easy chair, pulled off his boots, and stuck his aching tootsies in a tub of hot Epsom salt water. Then he took three ibuprofen, which always waited for him on a tray full of other items, brought by Nutmeg Sugarlights and placed right by his chair. (Her real name was Josephine Hendrickson.) 

  The other stuff including soothing eye drops, because the screaming wind dried his eyes out. Then there was a cough drop, for similar reasons, and some antacid, because in the space of twenty-four hours he’d eaten approximately 423,000,000 pieces of candy and cookies.

Once Santa settled, Forest Tinselstockings came in with the anti-static brush. (His name actually was Forrest – Forrest Gump, no relation. Since that Tom Hanks movie came out he kind of liked his new name.)

Santa delivers all those presents by means of a space-time wormhole tesseract, a device given to him in 1032. At the time Santa, using his magical reindeer, could easily get around and deliver gifts to all the good children. Just the same, a strange man arrived at Santa’s home in the Forest of Burzee – literally inside his home, materializing in a small blue box and calling himself The Doctor.

The Doctor informed Santa that he’d someday need time saving devices, and gave him a Bag of Holding (which proved to be bigger on the inside) as well as the tesseract. All he asked in return was for Santa to make him a power tool that could open doors and make routine physics calculations, but that would still fit in his pocket.

I asked one of those AI sites to give me an image of The Doctor ... and I have to admit to being a little freaked out. There are at least three Doctors mixed into the results.

 Santa came to realize he’d need those items. First, he didn’t have the heart to give toys only to good kids, despite the protests of his Chief Naughty Judge, Toadstool Chocolatecake. Soon out of a job, Toadstool moved south to England, where he fell upon hard times and took a servant job after changing back to his original name, Dobby.

Second, Santa could not predict the ability of the human race to … shall we say, expand. He originally served a population of a 250,000,000, which seems like a lot until you subtract adults and bad kids. The Viking kids almost never got presents, but up north they appreciated the coal.

As a result of the devices, Forest – Forest Tinselstockins – had to use the anti-static brush every December 26th. It not only helped static, it also removed tachyon particles that became attached to Santa’s wool clothing and beard during the trip. If not for that treatment, at random intervals Santa would find himself flung to a very hot planet circling the star 40 Eridani A, where absolutely no one believed in Santa and his jolly nature was seen as quite illogical. Getting back to Earth was a pain.

My point is that Christmas was a stressful time for Santa Claus, even more stressful than for anyone else. At least Santa had a team, led by the trusted Merry Toffeebaubles, to get the lights untangled and strung up. (Merry’s real name is Mary; she considers herself lucky, especially since her last name used to be Weirenkawoski.) 

"One light goes out and they all go out!"  So he had his Jack Daniels, his over the counter meds, his foot bath, and his combing. He relaxed with a couple of glasses of the good stuff while listening to gentle, soothing songs sung by Blueberry Embercane (previously known as Elvis). Planning for next Christmas started on December 27th, so the relaxation time was very important.

Later he’d be checked over by Dr. Gingercane, who had a degree, maybe ironically, from The University of Hawaii. Santa always had various scratches, bruises, and the occasional burn, and dog bites weren’t out of the question. He hadn’t been seriously injured since Saddam Hussein tried to shoot him down in 1989, and that was just a little shrapnel.

“Merry Christmas, Santa!” said Evergreen Iciclepears after Santa had, shall we say, warmed up a bit. “Preliminary indications are that it went very well this year.”

“Well, I got back with all the reindeer,” Santa replied. “So yes – Merry Christmas, indeed. Is breakfast almost ready?”

“Oh, absolutely. Partridge Emberwine is cooking up all your favorites. So, do you have any New Year’s resolutions?

”Santa paused to think. “Well, back in 1914 I resolved not to give gifts to bad kids anymore, but I just couldn’t stick with it. In 1964 I resolved to lose weight, but the wife wouldn’t allow it. ‘The kids expect a fat Santa!’ she kept saying. Who could foresee this health craze? Now she wants me to get a Wii Fit.”

Leaning back, he sighed. “I guess I’ll just resolve to keep going … and maybe, someday, if they come to understand giving enough, more of the bad kids will become good kids.

“Now, let’s get to that breakfast – I’ve got my early massage scheduled.” 

The annual appearance of Emily's Wreath Of Kahn

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B0058CL6OO

Barnes & Noble:  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/"Mark R Hunter"

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4898846.Mark_R_Hunter

Blog: https://markrhunter.blogspot.com/

Website: http://www.markrhunter.com/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ozma914/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MarkRHunter914

Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/markrhunter/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MarkRHunter

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@MarkRHunter

Substack:  https://substack.com/@markrhunter

Tumblr:  https://www.tumblr.com/ozma914

Remember, reading books in January is far safer then sledding, whether you have reindeer or not.

[legaciestold]

claire's petting a small dog in the aisle that she's fairly certain just came from a session in the groomers based on the bandana proudly displayed around it's neck when her phone chimes in her pocket. oh yeah, she was trying to decide what to get roci. focus claire. sometimes she was just as bad as sherry in a pet store. she might not want to take the animals home but sue her, she did think they were cute and when she spent so much time looking at images and hearing stories about the effects of bio-terror on innocent people, claire liked to embrace the brightness that a few random animals could bring to her day even if it meant she was going to be in the store longer than she planned on.

"you're sure adorable but i think my friend's dog would eat you so i can't take you home with me." she jokes, standing up to her full height and offering a 'mixed breed' comment to the dog's owner who asks what kind of dog she was buying stuff for. it wasn't entirely inaccurate even if one of those breeds was a wolf. all dogs were wolves once right? leave it to leon freaking kennedy to bring a wolf back from europe. maybe her and chris should have brought back a polar bear from antarctica if this was gonna be their new status quo.

what a sight that'd be.

claire allows a soft chuckle to escape her, reaching back into her pocket for the phone and reading leon's texts. 'you're welcome.' she huffs, fairly certain she doesn't need to send him a picture of her face for him to see in his mind the look she's giving him through the phone.

[text; leon] that's because my house is cooler and sherry talked me into building that dog couch for him in front of the coffee table. [text; leon] that means he likes me more than you. :P [text; leon] it also means he likes sherry more than both of us.

'go with the bone.' leon texts her and claire's gaze washes over the aisle. why were there so many? what happened to taking a bone home from dinner at a restaurant and giving it to your pup? then again, claire had found out that cooked bones could cause issues because she'd researched what went into having a dog when he'd first brought roci to her house. not that the dog was hers too. not that she expected him to be at her house. not that that mattered when the dog, had, in fact, treated her house like a second house. claire takes so long to pick that a employee with a name tag comes over siting herself as rebecca and claire smiles. the girl looked nothing like the rebecca she knew but held the same bubbly air as her. except, maybe she was a bit too happy. still, she helps her find a bone for a strong chewer.

[text; leon] i think i'm in the twilight zone. [text; leon] they definitely keep the employees here locked up in their brainwashing dungeon before letting them out. that girl was on another planet level too happy. [text; leon] she also said to tell roci she said hello.

she sends the texts off at the same time his picture reaches her phone, taking a moment to load. it's adorable, as the dog always is. though her eyes linger on leon and the blurry background of files that were half off the coffee table in the corner of the picture. she frowns because she knows she's guilty of the same and that half the time she gets so caught up she forgets lunch or dinner. she's also fairly certain that he wasn't immediately leaving on a mission that went with those files because she'd likely have had fielded a text about watching the dog if that'd been the case. so a paperwork day was the next logical assumption. her need for coffee was forgotten now. she didn't need to be anywhere that day aside from a single phone call in a few hours because of the time difference of where the person she had to talk to was.

[text; leon] chinese or italian? [text; leon] it's not as if you can move when you're busy being a pillow. so i suppose superclaire has to come save the day and bring a late lunch over. [text; leon] besides, i have to give roci his bone so he likes me more than you. ;)

as she goes to pay, she saves the picture in her phone's memory, deciding to change leon's picture in her phone to it.

@legaciestold said:

march 3rd, 2005 (around 3pm) claire's rapid fire texts are sent to leon in the middle of the day because somehow going to the coffee shop that was in that one plaza resulted in claire ending up at a pet store to buy things for a dog that didn't even live at her house. except those random times over the last year that he somehow does get puppy watched at her and sherry's house almost more often then claire actually see's the dog's owner for any significant amount of time. the dog doesn't have two human parents. he doesn't. he doesn't.  [text; leon] you know, i managed to dodge the puppy question for years. [text; leon] the dog doesn't even live at my house. most of the time... [text; leon] yet here i am trying to decide between buying pig ears or a stuffed bone. [text; leon] begs the question. which one leon? 

It's not a day off ( Leon needs only to glance towards his coffee table, where his laptop is surrounded by haphazardly placed piles of folders, to confirm that much ), yet it's the closest he's usually apt to get. As it is, he's taking full advantage of it: he's gone from sleeping in before setting off on a run with Roci to now lying on the couch in his living room with the curtains drawn and all the lights off while The French Connection plays across his television screen. And speaking of Roci — the dog is next to him, partly draped across his chest as if of the belief that he's much smaller in stature than actuality would suggest. Leon had initially attempted to maintain boundaries on the furniture, a resolve that lasted less than a week and has instead grown into a full-blown habit.

When his phone vibrates with a series of texts from Claire, he reads them before tipping his head to the side to glance at his companion. "She's asking about you." The yawn he receives in response only coaxes the quiet grin that's already crept across his lips to widen slightly.

[Text; Claire] You're welcome. [Text; Claire] I'm pretty sure he thinks your place is his second house, anyway. [Text; Claire] The question has been begged, and I think..... [Text; Claire] Go with the bone. [Text; Claire] I'd confirm with him a second time, but [Text; Claire] Photo attachment.

In the picture Leon sends her of the pair of them, Roci hasn't even deigned to open his eyes for half a second ( if there was any knowledge that it's for the benefit of one of the dog's favorite people, he would have been suitably excited as opposed to utterly languid ).

[hourglass-dreams]

Bruno Madrigal Mental Health/Neurodivergence Headcanons 💚

Disclaimer: yes I know the movie is about generational trauma within Latin American culture and I am taking that into account. But I also know this (like all types of trauma) effect mental health GREATLY. Bruno also shows clear ND traits whether that be Autism, ADHD, etc... And are underrepresented in Latin American communities. If you disagree that is fine! But I never intend to ignore the culture in any way. When it comes to the OCD stuff, please know that I am not trying to depict superstition and the condition as being the same thing. Someone can be superstitious and not have OCD and vise-versa. OCD is a complex condition that can become disruptive to someone’s life while a superstition is a type of belief or practice. 

Another thing is that half of these will get pretty heavy in nature since trauma, OCD, depression, etc... Are real issues meant to be taken seriously. I will refrain from sharing headcanons that discuss more triggering subject matter ❤️

Alright here we go. 💚 I'll start with the I guess, lighter ones?

I cannot remember who had this first one originally but I loved it. It's basically an idea where Bruno likes tight hugs and deep pressure. So whenever he’s around people and feels overwhelmed his sisters will hug him really tight to ground him. (Over the years they’ve gotten better at recognzing his behavoiral changes since he has a hard time communicating when he’s experiencing overload or severe anxiety, even Alma has begun doing this) And of course he’ll only let specific people hug him like that. In the rare occasion that he isn’t around them in the village, he’ll either run back home or of course have his rats with him. His rats are wonderful comfort animals. Credit to the person who came up with the deep pressure idea!

Along with the deep pressure theme, Mirabel had this idea for a “cuddle blanket” (or, a weighted blanket) for Bruno. So, the grandkids banded together to help her make it, adding in something special from each of them. Isabela grew Lamb’s Ear and Mullien leaves on the outside of it to give it differing textures (those leaves are EXTREMELY soft, it’s insane). There also little pockets on the sides for his rats to climb in. 

When the triplets were children, Bruno would write little messages in wet sand when he couldn’t verbalize what he needed. Pepa started doing this too when she’d give someone the silent treatment XD. 

This is probably surprising to no one but Bruno has a drawer full of salt containers. 

When Bruno returned, he still felt like an intruder so he would just stay in his tower. His sisters or Mirabel had to practically beg him to get out and be with the family.

He always had a fascination with hourglasses even before he got his gift, when he got his tower it came with a random array of hourglasses, one in particular would detect how much time was left until a certain prophecy was fufilled.

When the triples were younger, Bruno had a habit of tapping on of his sisters’ arm. It didn’t always mean he was nervous, it was just a soothing thing. He still does it occasionally. 

Still to do this day, Bruno will occasionally bury himself in the sand of his tower. 

Bruno either makes too much eye contact, or none at all. Literally, the “seeing your dreams” thing derived from him unknowingly staring at someone.

Bruno’s knowledge of theatre allowed him bond a lot with Camilo, and make him WAY less scared of him.

Sometimes in visions, Bruno will watch movies or plays that haven’t even happened yet and unintentionally spoil the details because he gets so excited. 😂

Sometimes on really bad depression days, the grandkids will play out telenovelas for him so he doesn’t have to get up and force any energy. 

Speaking of depression, since Pepa knows how deep and debilitating emotions can get, she tries her best to get Bruno to vent his feelings (When you know.. he wants to and is willing). This has been a great way to rekindle their sibling relationship, and Julieta, being the nurturer that she is, she does whatever she can to comfort them. There were times where all them have started crying. 

Alma has the hardest time communicating so sometimes she will just go into Bruno’s room just to be there to let him know that she cares about him. 

Bruno adopted some mannerisms that resemble his rats 🐀

Alright, now for the more agnsty ones.

Bruno absolutely despises crowds, before he left, riots would ensue around him made up of angry villagers and he would just shut down, unable to react. To try and distract them, Isabela would swing around on her vine and grow vibrant flowers. Being just a young child, she said she didn’t mind doing it but Bruno hated for her to even be around when it happened, along with any of the other grandkids. They were all too young to witness angry mobs, and he didn’t know how to handle them at all. 

There have been times where Bruno will be up all night sprinkling salt between the tiles of Casita and knocking on door frames. 

Okay so you know how I said he has a collection of hourglasses? Yeah well one day after having an argument with Alma over the townspeople and his gift, he broke one of those hourglasses in anger. What makes matters worse is that it was the large one tied to his power. Luckily, it gradually repaired itself. 

In the first few years of Bruno having his gift, he would cry whenever he had visions because he would have a really hard time processing everything that was going on, like the sights, sounds, bodily sensations, etc.. It was a lot to handle sensory wise, on top of him being a child. 

On the topic of his visions being overwhelming, there were times where Bruno would cause himself to bleed from scratching his eyes so hard, luckily he hasn’t blinded himself (well... yet any way).

Sadly there are things Julieta’s food can’t heal, like Bruno’s vision headaches and the recurring bruises on his knuckles. 

Bruno has a really bad habit of hitting himself in the head and puling his hair. His rats are fortunately able to prevent him from doing this by distracting him. 

Bruno has a very vague idea of what he looks like because of his eisoptrophobia (or spectrophobia, fear of mirrors). He only knows from Camilo or distorted reflections in glass or porcelian. His family has been trying to help ease his anxiety with gradual success. 

There are times where Bruno will be so disoriented from a vision or dream he had that he will have severe derealization for a few days. (A state of feeling detached from yourself and or your surroundings or feeling like things aren’t real). 

After Pedro died, Alma became hypervigilant and grew more superstitious for a few years, so she often blames herself for Bruno’s ecessive superstitiousness and anxiety. (She blames herself for so many things...)

I might add to this?? Idk <3

[xoxo-teddybear]

What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

—

He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

[acemothafck3r]

Halloween Party: Shigaraki Tomura

Authors Note: my first time at actually posting stuff so don’t judge me too much please

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Word Count: 714

Warning(s): Mention of drinking(I guess)

Lights flashed and music blared as Tomura sat at the bar quietly. The league had not only made him dress up for this stupid holiday, but they dragged him out to some villains only Halloween party. The worst part? They left him alone as soon as they got there.

Tomura sighed as he sipped from his cold drink, actively avoiding placing all five of his fingers on the glass. Since the only people he knew ditched him he opted to just go get some nice cold juice and stay near the snack bar, avoiding the drunk villains who tried to talk to him as he went between the two areas.

Going for another sip, a person dressed in some kind of prison uniform costume sat next to him and asked the bartender for something fruity. Tomura was pretty annoyed by the person sitting next to him, he was enjoying sitting by himself. However he didn’t want to seem as rude and move so he just tried to ignore the [h/c] haired person.

Key word, tried.

“Hey. Name’s Y/n.”

Tomura hummed in acknowledgment, trying not to start a conversation and enjoy the loud music in peace.

“Not a talker? That’s alright, I’m not really either. Though unfortunately for both of us, my friend ditched me at this party and I don’t know anyone else so I gotta talk to random people.” Y/n explained to Tomura.

Tomura nodded silently. Same thing happened to him, so he sympathized with the person. However, having his sympathy would not make him willingly continue the conversation.

The bartender came back to give Y/n their freshly made drink and walked over to some other villain who came to order.

“Not going to lie, you look as miserable as I feel. I’m saying this after four, almost five, drinks. What’s your story?” Tomura sighed. Y/n seemed like they were going to be persistent on starting a conversation with the blue haired male.

“Same as you.” He replied dryly.

Y/n hummed as they took a sip of their own drink, a short “I see” was thrown before going for another sip.

After a few minutes of silence Tomura thought that Y/n had got the message and stopped trying to continue a conversation. That was what he thought but he was proven wrong once Y/n opened their mouth once again.

“So… what are you drinking?”

“Apple juice.” Y/n snorted at the answer.

“Seriously? What are you? Six?” Y/n muffled down a laugh with their hand.

Tomura snapped his head in their direction, hand shaking with a tight grip on his glass.

“There a problem?” He asked.

“No, no, there’s not. It’s just” they stopped to giggle mid sentence. “It’s just that this is a party, I’d figure you’d be drinking alcohol you know?”

Tomura hummed and turned back to face the bar, his pink ears on full display. Y/n laughed at the male’s reaction.

“Sorry sorry, didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Y/n said, earning themselves a soft “whatever” from the blue haired villain.

After that it went quiet between the two, the only sound being the loud music and shouting villains in the background.

The [h/c] haired individual stood up and put some money on the counter of the bar, sliding over a piece of paper to Tomura.

“I’m gonna go find my friend and drag them back home, I had fun, Appleberry.” They said as they slipped into the crowd.

Tomura stared in the direction of where Y/n had left into the crowd before setting down his drink and picking the piece of paper up with three fingers.

‘XXX-XXX-XXXX Call me! :)’

Tomura rolled his eyes and stuffed the tiny piece of paper in his pocket before he was jumped on from behind.

“C’monnnn Shiggyyyy! Time to go homeee!” Toga shouted into his ear.

Grunting Tomura shoved her off, placing money onto the bar and standing up before being grabbed by the hand and dragged off by a blue eyed male. Tomura allowed himself to be dragged out the part by the crazy blonde and the walking corpse all the way back to base, his mind occasionally wandering back to a certain [h/c] haired individual in a prison uniform.

[fakeharmless]

So I am not generally someone who refers to anything as his "comfort ____", but I realized I have an example. This comes with a story.

When I was just a wee lad who didn't know the lad part, 13 years old, I was one of those Gifted kids who got shipped off to random colleges in the summer rather than getting a standard school-less vacation. It was very cool and fun, but I also traveled alone. Mind you, there are programs at airports for that kind of thing! You can register your child to be escorted between gates and kept tabs on during layovers and stuff. But either that stuff is not necessarily transferable between airlines, or someone dropped the ball. Because tiny Tree, who had just had 4 fun weeks doing robotics and archeology and shit at Instituto Tecnológico de Puebla, and was finally headed home... had his gate change in Mexico City Airport. And was not made aware.

Given that the program was dropping off several children at the airport, all going home to various different places, we were delivered well before the earliest flight. Mine was the last flight on the collective itinerary, so I expected to wait a while. But I was a little guy with untreated anxiety, whose checked bag had all his sources of entertainment-- which, granted, were just a shitton of volumes of Fullmetal Alchemist and Chrono Crusade at the time, if I remember correctly. So, a few hours into my wait, I lost my tiny mind and bought the thickest book I could find in the airport bookshop closest to my gate. This book was The Host by Stephanie Meyer.

I don't really subscribe to the hateboner for the lady, personally. Twilight etc were not particularly good in my estimation, but they got a lot of people I was personally acquainted with reading and into fandom, so I've been eyerolly about them ever since trying them for myself. In my personal opinion, The Host is better, but that's not exactly high praise, nor would I recommend it to anyone.

However, since it is a book I read front-to-back while trying my damnedest not to have a full-day panic attack, as the time trickled by and no one else came to my gate, and my flight time passed, and I was alone in the airport belonging to the most populated city in the world, unable to get in contact with anyone and only having a few sentences of Spanish in my pocket, I have a certain fondness for it. Because it turned out okay.

There were points later on in my life where I was in absolute crisis, and reading that book was able to soothe me in ways many other things could not.

So no, I wouldn't call The Host a thing I "like". I will never read it over other offerings in 99% of circumstances. But it soothes me when things I actually like will not, so I think that may be the difference.

confession: i've never actually understood the concept of 'a comfort ____'

like, when people say 'what's your comfort show' or 'comfort food' i have no idea what emotional experience to relate that to

[dr4cking]

Hello lovely - Could plz you do draco smut on the hogwarts express with breeding kink? but they keep going after he finishes 😶‍🌫️🤪

Hogwarts Express.

masterlist taglist

draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.

a/n : hii bby thank you for requesting, this one is wild i admit and was kinda hard to write but i like it nonetheless 😩💞

the 9 3/4 platform are full of wizards and witches coming back from their home, hagrid already waiting and calling them to come inside the train, but he still waited as he saw the blonde haired guy still standing outside.

“malfoy, you gonna miss the train if you keep standing there!” hagrid shouted at him getting impatient by the time.

“a minute hagrid. i’m waiting for my girlfriend!” hagrid rolled his eyes at him taking a seat on the nearest bench while the train already honking at them.

finally, draco spotted his girlfriend running to him with her belongings, he quickly wrapped the girl in his arms.

“hey my love, how’s your summer?” draco asked taking her stuff in his hand helping her as both of them now entering the train.

“it was good i had so much fun with my parents! what about you?”

“it was nice i guess but it would be better if you were there with me..” y/n chuckles at her boyfriend.

“next time i promise, pinky promise!” he laughs as he opened the empty cabin and motioning y/n to go inside.

“why dont we sit with our friends, dray?” y/n asked him in confusion while draco placing her stuff in the trunk.

“i miss you too much to sit with them today, love” draco sits beside her, cupping her face in his hands as he finally gets the taste of her after being separated from summer break, y/n kissed him right back until they broke the kiss.

draco and y/n talked about how their break, random things for hours as the train still on its way to hogwarts, y/n is currently eating her snacks that she bought from the trolley lady but she stops when she watched draco swished his wand and the window covered instantly. she widen her eyes as one of draco’s hands squeezed her thigh under her skirt and rubbing small circles on it, she looks up at him who now held a lustful gaze in his eyes.

“draco.. not here.” y/n warned him but its only made his hand trailed higher, draco gives her a cheeky smirk.

“cant blame me.. you’re too hot to resist and i cant wait until we get to hogwarts i miss you too much..” draco leans into her face biting and licking her earlobe then kissing her jaw making the girl letting out soft whimpers.

“b-but what if someone comes in, draco? its too risky.”

“and thats what it made this more fun, right?” draco chuckles lowly as he took out his wand from his pocket and casted a locking and silencing spell at the door.

“you’re unbelievable” y/n laughs, her hand removing his blazer and unbuttoning his black shirt and draco does the same to her.

“i can tell you that you wanted this too. i bet you’re thinking of me while touching yourself in your room, wishing it was my fingers instead, hmm?” y/n moaned at his dirty words she hated to admit but it was true.

“use your words and answer me.” draco slapped her thighs making her gasped.

“y-yes” she stutters as he starts to rubbing her from her panties.

“yes what?”

“yes draco.. p-please touch me” y/n begged desperately at him getting more aroused at his touch.

“i’m touching you.”

“no.. you know what i mean, dray..” y/n leaned back to her seat and widen her legs for draco making him chuckles deeply.

“you’re just a needy slut, aren’t you?” y/n nodded eagerly at him, running her hands around his bare chest and abs causing him to rolled his eyes back at her simple touch.

“yes i am, please i need you” draco pulled down her panties throwing it to her side, y/n’s breath got stuck in her throat as his thumb made a contact with her clit.

a moan left her lips as he thrusted his fingers into her, she quickly put her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans making draco stop.

“dumb slut, be as loud as you can i’ve casted a muffliato.” draco put her hand off of her mouth and replacing it with his lips instead, he kissed her roughly, their tongue dances together fighting for dominance. draco won of course as y/n moan into the kisses when he inserts his fingers back into her and starts to pumping faster.

y/n’s hand going down to his clothed boner rubbing it causing draco to let out a hiss but he quickly slap her hand away.

“you dont get to touch me. dont be a bad girl or you wont get to cum” draco curls his fingers inside her and thrusting faster hitting her spot making y/n squirmed in her seat.

“draco please i’m so close..” and with that draco pulled out his fingers making y/n whining in frustration.

“not yet little slut” he pulled y/n from her seat and stood her up against the window.

draco quickly unbuckled his belt and and letting his trousers falls onto the floor, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooking one of her legs to his waist as he lining his cock up and down her slit.

“beg for it, slut.”

“please dray please please fuck me fill me up with y- ah- yes- oh my god!” y/n screaming out loud instantly as draco gave her no warning and pushed his cock all the way inside of her, he gives her no time to adjust as he starts to rocking his hips against her.

“fuck you’re so tight- wrapping my cock so tight.. such a good girl-” draco pounding into her harder and faster making both of them feeling heavenly. one of his hands squeezing her breast, twirling and pinching her hard nipple making y/n dug her nails deeper on his back.

draco’s thrust getting sloppier as he feels the knot tighten in his stomach, he forced his cock deeper inside her nearly brushing her cervix making y/n screaming louder.

“i’m gonna cum.. please let me cum!” y/n pleaded at him cant hold her high anymore as draco doubled up her pleasure by rubbing her clit with his fingers.

“shit- cum baby, now.” y/n came instantly with loud moan left her lips after he said that, her legs began to shake, her walls clenching and pulsing around him making his cock throbbing inside her.

“thats it- ‘m gonna fill you up baby, stuffing you full with all my hot cum, fucking hell-” draco came to a full stop as he shoots all of his cum into her, spraying his cum inside her filling her up like he promised, he ride out their high.

fuck, he was still hard.

draco made no move to pull out, he captured y/n’s lips back on his as he still rocked in and out of her snapping his hips against her making the girl moaned again.

“im not done yet with you baby, now bend over the seat” y/n obeyed getting into the position, getting all fours, draco gives her a few spanks on her ass making them printed with his hand print.

“safeword?” draco said as he lining his cock back on her cunt, their juices making it slippery and made his tip slipped into her causing y/n to winced.

“no need draco, please just fuck me again.” and with that draco slammed his entire length into her, granting her wishes, profanities left their lips.

“such a greedy girl, only for me”

“yes yes only for you, harder please” draco was surprised that y/n hasnt sensitive yet, he thrusted harder and sped up his pace at inhumanly pace, clapping sounds and moans filling the cabin.

“fuck draco!” y/n couldnt contain her scream anymore she only wanted to screaming his name while she came undone around his cock.

“holyshit- y/n!” draco grabbed her neck pulling her up to his chest as he shoots his cum for the second time inside her, y/n moaned feeling so full. draco lazily ride out their highs and pulling out as he softening. their mixed cums dripped out of her and he quickly pushed it back inside. he reached for her panties and pulling it up.

“keep it there, wanna see you walking around with my cum inside you” y/n blushes madly at his order.

they quickly redressing themselves, their bodies feels so sticky. and to their luck the train has stopped at the same time. they quickly bring their stuff before opening the door.

“merlin it smells like sex in here” theodore nott said as he passed through their cabin.

“thats because we just had sex” draco replied without hesitation making the poor guy scrunched his face in disgust.

“you guys are so gross i dont ever wanna sit there again!”

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

tagging : @dracoscum @hellounicorn @onyourgoddamnleft @whoreforgeorgeandfred @turn-to-page-394-please @malfoysbiitch @f4iryluvy @arzfia @slut4dracoo @alexthealexthealex

[777cherry-blossom777]

The fruity four go on a week-long holiday to Fiji (part 1)

1. Steve pays for it. He literally rings up his parents and they just give him the money and tell him he better not be hanging out with that Munson boy again and call him some slurs etc. but he gets the money.

2. Both Robin and Nancy are the kind of people who have like two full size suitcases each. They are also the kind of people to make Steve carry them all.

3. Both Eddie and Steve share one suitcase and Eddie literally dies of laughter when he opens it because one half is all black and edgy clothes and the other half is all of Steve’s pastel polos and stuff.

4. Robin and Eddie, who have never been on a proper holiday before, are amazed at the amount of free stuff they get.

5. Nancy has been on holidays before and knows that you must take any and all free items. Definitely has a box at home with all the little shampoos and body lotions and stuff.

6. They have two adjoining rooms with double beds and they had to book it like they were two straight couples. Steve and Nancy came up holding hands and smiling like a normal couple whereas Eddie and Robin were like making out in the corner or something until Steve and Nancy called them over. Eddie and Robin also call each other snugglepie or other ridiculously disgusting names and are basically having the time of their lives putting on the most dramatic performance. Obviously once they get to the room they split into their actual couples.

7. Nancy and Steve have to teach the other two about the unspoken “no walking around in a swimsuit rule even if you’re just going directly to the pool”. Both think it’s ridiculous until they find the free robes and slippers you can get and spend the rest of the time pretending to be rich people.

8. Eddie has been to a buffet before but Robin has not and definitely gets the most random food combinations. I mean like she’ll have one plate with like two olives, a pancake, yoghurt, a pickle, a hash brown, and a chocolate covered strawberry.

9. Eddie gets stuck in the elevator (bc it’s one of those ones where you can’t go to any floor unless you have the keycard which is in his back pocket but he forgot he needs it) and spends like ten minutes waiting for someone to go to his floor so he can get there and never tells the rest of them.

10. Robin, Steve, and Nancy do NOT get stuck in the elevator because Robin was paying very close attention when they were told about the keycard thing (she has a lot of trauma from the Russians) and Steve and Nancy never go anywhere alone.

[uvobreakmylegs]

Detour

I’m excited that it’s fall but i’m also sad that i won’t be able to swim anymore

Warnings: death, graphic depictions of violence, creepy behavior, groping, mentions of smut, kidnapping

The two guys at the gas station check out counter had been there when Phinks had first walked through the sliding glass doors, and they were still there when he approached the check out himself, having only dropped in to grab another pack of beer. The gas station clerk seemed annoyed while the two guys were pulling their pockets inside out, evidently in search of any spare change that may have been hiding on their persons. There was a sad pile of jenny and some change sitting in front of the clerk while she waited for them impatiently, and she seemed ready to push all of the money back towards them as it became more and more likely that these two didn't have enough cash for the assortment of alcohol and junk food that also sat on the counter.

Any other time Phinks would've been annoyed by the situation. But seeing as he didn't have anywhere to be, he found that he didn't really care all that much. The troupe likely wouldn't meet back up for some time which left his schedule quite open, and he had found it difficult to find something to occupy his time with while he waited for the boss to bring everyone together again.

Phinks had decided that a road trip was a decent way to pass the time. It was something he'd never really done before and so far it was easing his boredom as he had hoped it would. There was no real time limit he had set on himself or any destination that he had in mind. He'd just keep doing whatever he felt like until the novelty of the trip wore off and then go home.

“Would you like to take a few items off?”

The tired voice of the clerk cut through his thoughts, and Phinks found that there had been no progress with the two in front of him.

“No no, we need all of it,” one of the men, a redhead, insisted, “we just, uh....”

Trailing off, the man glanced over to Phinks, who was still waiting with his single pack of beer. Then the man looked over to his companion and then back to the items on the counter.

Phinks could already sense what the man was going to ask of him before he spoke out.

“Hey man,” the guy said to Phinks, “I know it sounds bad, but do you think you could spot me on this? I'm bringing this stuff back for my party. We ran out of some stuff way quicker than we expected. Can't let people down, y'know?”

The redhead started telling him how much more they needed until the clerk interrupted him to tell him off for harassing other customers for money. A mini argument started between the two, with the man insisting that he wasn't harassing anyone and the clerk disagreeing with him. The man's friend joined in shortly after and it was quickly turning into a mess.

What obnoxious fucking people.

If he was in more of a bad mood he'd have probably snapped the necks of all of them. The presence of cameras stopped him from doing that, however, as it would just be too much of a pain to go to the back and destroy the footage after. Still, even though he didn't have anywhere to be, it didn't mean that he wanted to waste his time listening to people bicker. The easiest way out of this was to just give them the jenny so they'd all shut up.

After pulling out his wallet, Phinks slid the jenny across the counter.

That shut the three of them up, and the two men were quick to express their gratitude while the clerk just looked tired.

“Thank you so, so much, man,” the redhead continued after they collected their bagged items.

“Mm-hm.”

Phinks was only half-paying attention to him as he waited for the clerk to scan the beer so he could hand her the jenny owed. That transaction went much quicker and Phinks was soon making his way to the exit.

The two men seemed to be waiting on him, though.

“Hey, since you helped us out, you wanna come to my party?” the redhead asked.

Normally his automatic response would've been to give him a flat “no”. But in this instance Phinks just shrugged.

That seemed to give the redhead hope, and he began listing the reasons why Phinks should follow them back, like his “cool house”, hot women and great beer.

Given the especially cheap brand of beer Phinks had largely paid for, he had a hard time believing that last point. He also wasn't quite sure why this guy was so insistent on getting him to come along. Was it really just because Phinks had bothered to help them out?

“Name's Stu by the way. Back there is Billy,” the redhead told him, sticking out his arm to shake hands. When Phinks didn't do the same, Stu seemed a bit dejected, yet even that didn't make him back down from inviting Phinks.

“So how 'bout it, man? You wanna come?”

“.... I'll think about it,” he told him.

“Okay, but do it fast man. My place isn't that far from here.”

Phinks nodded, and Stu ran off to the car where his friend was waiting. The other guy didn't seem as keen on Phinks as the redhead had, regarding the blonde with suspicion. Phinks could hear him saying something as the two entered the car. Stu seemed to brush him off, and then their car doors closed and Phinks couldn't hear anything else.

The two ended up pulling out of the parking lot before he did, and Phinks found himself following them as they all made the same turn onto the highway.

He still had no real urge to go to some random guy's party, especially when he found him to be pretty annoying. And if it was a party filled with the friends of someone like that, he'd probably get irritated with all of them pretty quick. Better to just ignore them and be on his way.

Although the thought of just driving aimlessly through the night wasn't all that attractive, either. He'd done that several times now, and the feeling of being the only person in the world while he drove on the empty highway had lost its touch by now.

The car in front of him veered off the highway to get onto a side road.

After a few seconds, Phinks did the same, just thinking to himself 'why not?'. It would be something different, a little detour on a trip that was meant to be a distraction, and if it ended up being something that he didn't want to bother with, then he could just leave.

Although the noise level in the house wasn't quiet, it was nowhere near ear-shatteringly loud as Phinks may have expected. At least it had that in it's favor. Other than that, it was a stereotypical frat house party, with everyone talking and drinking as they got more and more shitfaced.

The two who brought him here vanished into the kitchen, and Phinks began to make his way around the house, sipping one of the cans of beer he had bought for himself since he had no interest in the shit the host had him pay for. A girl in one of the upstairs rooms noticed the beer in his hand and begged him to share with her, even going as far as to tug on the sleeve of his jacket when he told her no. He ended up pushing her away, and though he had tried to use as little force as possible, his strength combined with her tipsiness caused her to stumble back into a wall. She was still whining about him when he walked back down the stairs, going on about how mean he was.

He thought he'd been pretty nice to her, all things considered.

It didn't take long for Phinks to lose interest in this particular distraction. Not that he'd been expecting much, but after going around the house and not even seeing anything that might be worth stealing, he figured it'd be best to leave soon. With his short temper being one of his vices, he didn't want to deal with what would happen if some drunk got on his nerves and he smashed them into the wall.

With the sights, sounds and smells became grating to him and seeing no reason to stay any longer, Phinks went about trying to find an exit. Attempting to get out the same way he came in was put to a stop when he saw how congested the front entrance had become. He could've easily pushed past all of them, but since that would likely draw a fair amount of attention, maybe it'd be a better idea to find a different way out. Phinks wandered into the kitchen, walking by Stu who tried to talk to him. A patio door leading to the backyard caught his eye and he ignored the party's host as he walked by several people to get to it.

The cool air outside felt refreshing and he let out a soft sigh as the patio door slowly swung closed. Claustrophobia generally wasn't something he had an issue with, but that seemed to change a little when he was faced with a house full of drunken strangers who didn't understand the meaning of personal space. Another nice thing was the fact that no one else seemed to be out here. He didn't think it was that cold out, but it worked just fine if the people inside thought otherwise.

He stood on a deck with an assortment of patio furniture that sat in front of an in ground pool, and when he looked to the side, he saw the gate within the fencing that surrounded the backyard.

That was his way out, then.

With no more reason to stick around, he was about to head out and back to his car-

But he paused when he heard the sound of splashing water, and he looked back to the pool.

So he wasn't the only person out here.

Some of the patio furniture had blocked you from his sight so he hadn't noticed you at first, but you were now swimming out into the center of the pool and impossible to miss. It was pretty late in the year for swimming, wasn't it? Yet you seemed to be content with yourself despite the temperature and lack of company, swimming around the pool like you owned it. Maybe you did; he wasn't sure what your relation was to the party host.

Then your eyes met, and you smiled as you greeted him.

“Hello.”

“... Hey.”

He hadn't come out to look for company. He was looking to leave.

Yet something about this situation, about you, intrigued him, and Phinks walked forward, continuing with “isn't it a little late in the season for swimming?”

“That's what everyone seems to think,” you said, “it's going to be drained tomorrow, so I wanted to swim one more time before that. It's the last chance I'll get for this year.”

“No public pools around here?” he asked.

“I don't really like public pools,” you told him, laughing a little bit as you continued “the ones around here are never clean, and I don't wanna swim around in nasty water.”

Phinks couldn't say if he really had an opinion one way or the other. He tried to avoid situations where he'd need to be shirtless in public, as the spider with the number 5 on his ribs would've been a dead giveaway for anyone who understood it's meaning. He just shrugged at you as he said “fair enough.”

Phinks now stood at the edge of the pool while you swam up to the edge.

“I don't think I've seen you before. You new around here?” you asked him.

“No. Just passing through. Helped out the host at the gas station and he invited me as thanks,” Phinks explained, “I was expecting this to be taking place at some shitty apartment; didn't think a guy like that owned a house.”

“He doesn't, it belongs to his older brother Jed. Stu just lives with him,” you responded.

“Ah.”

That made a bit more sense to him. Since he hadn't been able to buy beer from a gas station on his own, it didn't seem likely that the guy would've had his own house. So he was just leeching off of his brother.

Despite being ready to leave just minutes earlier, he found that he now had a reason to want to stay here longer. But standing and talking to you was getting a little awkward, so Phinks sat himself down on the concrete next to the pool. So far you weren't annoying compared to some of the others. And despite being by yourself beforehand, you seemed pretty open to talking with him, resting your arms on the edge of the pool.

“You friends with them, then?”

“Jed is in a few of my classes, so I'm friends with him. Not Stu, though. He's kind of an asshole. Likes to play a lot of stupid pranks.”

You rested your chin in your hand as you thought back.

“He's destroyed two of my phones so far, both times by dumping water on me,” you said, “although I guess he did repay me for both, but it's still such a hassle to go through.”

“You're nicer than I am. If some guy like that fucked up my phone I'd kill him.”

You laughed at him, not taking his words seriously.

“You seem nice enough. You helped him out, right?”

“Only because it was the fastest way to get outta there. Stupid bastard started an argument with the clerk.”

“Yeah. That sounds like something he'd do,” you said, tiredness lacing your voice.

A cheer then sounded from inside the house, and though the doors and windows were closed, it was loud enough that the both of you could hear it from outside.

“Things must be ramping up in there,” you commented.

“Guess so,” Phinks said, taking a swig of his drink after.

“Isn't it kinda weird that you're keeping to yourself with an event like this? Don't see the point in going out if you're going to avoid people,” he added.

“But isn't that what you're doing by coming out here?” you asked.

“Nah, I was getting ready to leave.”

“What stopped you?”

“I haven't done much out here beside sitting here talking to you. What do you think?”

You seemed a bit taken aback and a little embarrassed as you realized the reason, but gave him a small smile.

“Oh wow. Are you saying I managed to be charming enough to keep a guy from leaving?” you asked him.

“No. You're just not as annoying as the others I've met tonight.”

Your expression was rather blank as you took in that information.

“..... I'll take that as a compliment, then,” you said, “so what do you do?”

“What do I do?”

“For a job, or just anything in general.”

“I do a couple odd jobs here and there, I guess,” he answered, “every once in a while a bigger opportunity comes up, and I just do whatever I need to.”

It was an oversimplification of his criminal activities, and he hoped that he'd been vague enough without sounding suspicious.

It appeared that he had as you didn't seem to think it was strange.

“You mentioned earlier that you were just passing through. Are you on your way to a job or something?”

“Nah. I'm currently off-duty. And I had a lot of time to kill, so I decided to take a road trip.”

“Oh, that sounds nice,” you said, “I work on campus, so I don't really get to do vacations for now. Can't remember the last time I went on one.”

“Job at least worth it?”

“Kind of? Although the other week I needed to go through something stupid.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I got screamed at by a lady.”

Your tone made it seem like that was something happened on a regular basis.

“For what?” he asked.

“Something with her daughter's textbooks. She ordered one that she didn't need on accident but didn't want to admit that she made a mistake, so she just let her mother yell at me for forty minutes and claim that we were the ones who fucked up.”

You sighed a little after the explanation. Evidently that situation still made you frustrated.

“.... Did she apologize after?” Phinks asked.

With a slightly wistful smile, you shook your head as you said “people like that don't apologize.”

“Sounds rough.”

It went without saying that Phinks wouldn't have tolerated anything like that. If it had been him he'd have killed them both and tossed their bodies in the trash. But he kept that rather violent thought to himself.

“Sorry you needed to deal with that,” he added.

“It's okay. It's little things that keep you going,” you said, “I've been looking forward to swimming for a while, so I'm pretty happy right now. Although I guess I'm kinda doing a job right now.”

“How so?”

“Jed's at his job right now, and since he doesn't trust Stu, he asked me to make sure nothing happens to the pool. The last time Stu had a party there was a bunch of trash in it the next morning, and it was a pain to clean up. So in exchange for using the pool, I have full permission to snitch on anyone who tosses anything.”

“Yeah? What's snitching gonna do?”

“Jed's a scary guy. Nobody wants to make him mad.”

If Phinks had felt like being more of an asshole, and if you'd been unpleasant during your conversation with him, he probably would've taken his half-finished beer can and thrown it into the pool just to upset you and also to see if your friend was as scary as you were making him out to be.

But so far he'd been enjoying himself, so as fun as that thought might have been, he decided against it.

You pulled one of your arms off of the rim and back into the water. Evidently you were getting cold, but you held on to the edge to continue speaking to him.

“So how long have you been on your trip?” you asked.

“A few weeks.”

“A few weeks? You must have been all over the place, then. Did you go anywhere in particular?”

“Not really,” Phinks answered, “didn't have any real plan when I set out. Just drove to wherever I thought would be interesting.”

“That's kinda cool,” you said, “must be nice to be able to go wherever you want without any real plan.”

“You can't?”

“Nope. Classes and work means I can't just run off whenever I feel like it.”

“Too busy getting screamed at?” he asked jokingly.

“Yeah, something like that,” you answered, laughing a little after.

You pulled your other arm back underwater and just kept a hand on the side of the wall.

“Cold?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Probably why most people aren't swimming this late.”

“I don't care; it's worth it,” you said, “honestly, the thought of being able to swim was what kept me going this week.”

That.... Was a little bit sad, Phinks thought to himself. That all you had to look forward to at the end of the week was a few hours to swim by yourself in the cold. There were much sadder circumstances in the world – he was certain that anyone from Meteor City would be more than happy to switch places with you – but your life must have felt empty. Although Phinks was technically in the same boat at the moment, at least being with the troupe gave him purpose. What did you have besides a shitty job and presumably a fair amount of college debt? Just the 'little things' to keep you going?

Maybe he was presuming too much; he'd only just met you after all. But it bothered him regardless.

“What are your plans for after college?” he asked.

You seemed a bit startled, and you looked away from him for the first time.

“Not really sure, actually. I'm still undecided on my major,” you admitted, “I need to figure out soon, though. I'm going to run out of the basic coursework that I need to get through, and my family is getting mad that I haven't made a decision yet.”

So you didn't have any direction and were being pressured by others. Still not the saddest circumstance ever, but if it had been him, Phinks was certain he'd have been miserable.

You clearly didn't want to keep going on about that particular subject, as you began to ask him questions about his trip, wanting to know where exactly he had been so far and how much longer he planned to drive for. The change in topics was obvious, but he decided to go along with it.

As the night grew darker while the two of you talked, he decided that he liked you. You could hold a decent conversation, even if the things you two talked about weren't all that meaningful.

You were pretty cute, too.

The party behind him still seemed to be going strong, but it was largely going ignored by you both, in part by the fact that you were still the only ones outside.

Your face lit up as a thought came to mind.

“You should come in!” you told him.

“No thanks.”

“Come on! It's really nice!”

You grabbed at his free hand, tugging on his arm lightly as you tried to encourage him to get into the pool.

“If you get my suit wet I'll drown you,” Phinks said told you.

You giggled, once more not taking him seriously. Though he was only half-serious about it at this point.

“Then take it off and come in,” you insisted.

“I don't have a swimsuit.”

“That doesn't stop most people.

“Good to know,” he said flatly.

Though you'd stopped tugging on his arm, both of your hands remained on his wrist as you looked up at him.

“Can you not swim?” you asked.

“I can swim fine,” he said, “I just don't feel like it right now.”

You seemed a bit disappointed, but you had yet to let go of his wrist.

“Should you really be that surprised with the temperature being what it is?” he asked you.

“It isn't that bad. And the pool is heated,” you insisted, “didn't think a bit of chill would scare off the most interesting person at this party, though.”

The corner of his lips curled a bit at that. He wasn't one for meaningless flattery, but he didn't mind hearing you say things like that.

“Is that why you're not letting go of me?”

“You don't seem to be doing much to shake me off.”

“I could if I wanted to.”

“So you don't want to?”

You were teasing him. And while he could tease you back, he went for a different approach.

He yanked his wrist out of your grip and grabbed your own wrist just as fast, and lifted you up until you were eye level with him. To say you were flustered by the action would've been an understatement, and your free hand grasped at the arm that held you up to lessen the weight on the arm that he had trapped.

With you partially out of the water, Phinks allowed his eyes to travel over your form, following the trails of water that dripped down your skin and imagining exactly what you looked like under that swimsuit. His grin got wider when he saw your body reacting to the cooler temperature and the way your nipples showed through the material. It hadn't been on his mind when he first approached you, but after spending time with you he found himself liking the idea of fooling around with you. Probably not in the house, and he doubted you would want to do anything in the pool due to that friend of yours you had mentioned. Maybe there was some dark corner around here where he could take you to do what he wanted.

You were squirming a little, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“It's cold,” you whined.

“Yep,” was his reply.

“Come on, let go. I'm only in a swimsuit.”

“You weren't letting me go,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but I didn't pull you into the water.”

“Because you're too weak to do that.”

“That's not fair!”

“Don't think this is a situation where fairness matters, sweetheart.”

With that he let you go, and you dropped back down into the pool. You pushed away from the wall after, giving him a slightly sour look.

“Problem?” he asked.

“It's cold,” you repeated.

He just smirked.

“You're gonna need to deal with it at some point,” he told you.

“Yeah, but I wasn't ready for it then!”

You had to have noticed the way he looked at you, right? There was no way you were so oblivious to have not seen how he had blatantly looked you over. Yet you weren't mentioning it.

By now you were more at the center of the pool, pointedly out of his range.

“You done talking?” Phinks asked.

“No, but I don't want you pulling me out again.”

Then you looked away like you were embarrassed.

It clicked for him. You must have liked it, but you were too shy to say anything about it.

Your reluctance was cute, though Phinks knew he'd get tired of that game pretty fast.

“Come back over,” he told you.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

You shook your head.

“You're going to do that again, right?” you asked.

“Maybe.”

“Then no. I don't wanna get out yet.”

“How long are you gonna stay in there?”

“Until I feel like getting out.”

“And if I want you out of there now?”

“Then you'd have to come in and get me.”

…. Oh

That's what it was.

A ploy by you to get him into the pool.

That's what you had to mean by those words, right?

“.... What the hell,” he said to himself as he stood.

It got your attention when he began to remove his clothing, throwing them over to a few neatly folded articles of clothing that sat next to a bag on the patio, which he assumed belonged to you. You were watching him closely, and he could sense a growing interest in you when he removed his shirt. Your eyes lingered a little when you caught sight of his spider tattoo, but there was no hint that you recognized what it meant, which was preferable.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked.

“You were looking at me earlier,” you answered defensively, “you're not allowed to get mad when I do the same.”

“Didn't say I was mad.”

You acknowledging the way he had looked at you then just reaffirmed in his head that you hadn't minded, and after stripping down to his boxers, Phinks jumped in. The water felt just as nice as you had said, but he didn't take much time to focus on it as he was quick to approach you. Within moments, he had wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close, lifting you a little so you were at eye level with him. You seemed flustered again, but you didn't make any move to get away, and were resting your hands on his chest.

“I don't think you told me your name,” you whispered to him.

“Phinks.”

“Phinks,” you repeated, smiling afterwards, “I like it. It's cool.”

“Thanks,” he replied, “and how 'bout you?”

You gave him your name, which he also repeated to himself.

“Not as cool as 'Phinks', I guess,” you said.

“It suits you,” he said.

You smiled at him, then shifted slightly in his grip.

“Are you just gonna keep holding me?”

“You said I needed to come in and get you.”

“And what did you want to 'get' me for?”

Despite the question, you clearly had an idea of what Phinks was after as you began to move in closer to him. Phinks did the same, and slowly, the gap between the two of you was closed as your lips met together in a kiss.

With the heavy scent of pool chemicals that surrounded you two, it was hard to smell much else, but your lips were soft against his. The kiss was a bit tame for his liking, but he let you do what you wanted for now as you readjusted your arms so they were wrapped around his neck.

One of his hands slid down your back to reach down and squeeze your ass, and you gasped into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth for a brief moment before you pulled away, your hand over your mouth as you looked away in embarrassment.

“I'm not sure we should do much more here,” you said, glancing up at the house behind him, “there are people watching. I'm not into that.”

“Where do you wanna go?” he asked. It didn't surprise him much that you two might have attracted an audience, and when he heard the door to the patio open from behind him, he chose to ignore it.

“I don't think we'll get much privacy here, so how about my place?” you asked.

“Do you usually bring home strangers?”

“Only the really cool ones.”

He grinned.

You were leaning in to kiss him again when you suddenly froze and turned your attention to something behind Phinks.

“Don't do that!” you yelled.

Phinks turned his head just in time to see his and your clothes land in the water, with the guy who'd invited him – Stu, he remembered – pointing and laughing after having thrown them. The annoying woman from earlier, the one who had whined at him for his can of beer, was also there, standing behind Stu and running off with him towards the gate in the fence.

Phinks saw red.

He let you go and swiftly exited the pool, following after the two even as the chill of the night air nipped at his skin. He barely felt it, and he didn't give a shit that he was running around barefoot either. All of his focus was on catching up to those two assholes who'd dumped his clothes in the pool.

He was angry enough that he didn't notice the sound of feet following after him.

The two perpetrators were in an alleyway between two rows of houses, drunkenly laughing their asses off. Their demeanor didn't change when Phinks caught up to them. The woman actually began to laugh harder, probably because Phinks was still wearing only his boxers.

Stu was trying to contain himself a bit, and put his hands up as an offering of peace.

“Hey man, it wasn't anything personal. Just a prank,” he said, “you can use the dryer, and I'll lend you some clothes-”

His sentence was cut off when Phinks grabbed both sides of his head and twisted it completely around, the cracking of his broken neck ringing out in the empty alley.

The sight of Stu falling to the ground with his head facing the wrong way had the woman instantly sober up, and she looked to Phinks as she opened her mouth to scream.

Barely a whisper of sound was able to escape as he did the same thing to her, and now Phinks was standing half-naked in an alley with two dead bodies.

“Obnoxious fucking people,” he muttered to himself.

Then there was noise that came from behind him.

Phinks turned and saw the other guy who'd been at the gas station on the ground, his arms barely supporting himself as his eyes were wide at the sight of his friends dead before him.

His eyes widened even further when he spotted the spider on Phinks' ribs, clearly recognizing what it meant as he whispered “oh my god.”

Make that three bodies, Phinks thought to himself as he rushed forward to snap his neck as well.

Three bodies that he needed to get rid of. If anyone else from the party came out here and found them, the police would be called immediately. He had no intentions of staying here any longer, but it'd be best to put a bit of distance between himself and the crime scene before the police were inevitably called.

He was dragging the other guy by his ankles and in the process of collecting the woman's body when someone walked out into the alley through one of the other entrances. An older woman, who was definitely not from the party and had come from another house, carrying a bag of trash walked out in front of Phinks, and like the guy right before, her eyes grew wide as she saw the sight of the dead before her.

She made a move to run back to her house, but Phinks picked up a pebble that he infused with nen and launched it at her head. It traveled through her skull and the fencing beside her, and blood sprayed out from the exit wound and splattered onto the fence as well as she fell to the ground.

This was turning into a goddamn mess, and after Phinks had thrown now four bodies over into a different backyard, he heard a voice calling out “mom?” from the direction that the woman with the trash bag had come from.

Fuck this. He needed to go.

When he returned to the backyard to retrieve his clothes, he found you on the patio. You were holding his jacket over the concrete, desperately trying to wring out the water that had soaked it completely. You were visibly shivering as you did so, with goosebumps running up your arms and your teeth chattering. He noticed his pants hanging off the fence that surrounded the patio, and while they weren't dry by any means, you had clearly done your best to get the water out of them. Meanwhile your own clothes laid in a soggy heap by your equally soaked bag.

You noticed him when he walked closer.

“I'm sorry,” you told him. You looked guilty for some reason.

“You didn't do it,” Phinks said, considerably calmer now.

“No. But I made a big deal about you getting in with me, and with Stu around I should've been paying attention. I'm really, really sorry.”

He was about to tell you to stop apologizing when he heard a shout coming from the direction of the alleyway.

Fuck. He forgot that he needed to leave.

Luckily you were the only one who noticed, as the rest of the party goers still had the doors and windows securely shut. He pulled on his pants and his sopping wet tank top, and the sensation of wearing those wet clothes was just as unpleasant as he had anticipated. At least his shoes were still dry.

You were still holding his jacket, looking confused as you looked off in the direction where you'd heard that voice. Phinks was about to just take it from you and leave, but when he looked you over again, he thought over the things you two had talked about, the things you had said and how you'd acted around him, and he came to a split second decision.

Grabbing your clothes and bag, he shoved them into your hands before he grabbed one of your arms and pulled you after him. You seemed startled, but you didn't question him as you were too surprised to think of anything to say. He led you out through the backyard and down to where he had parked his car, opening the passenger side door and pushing you inside. He then walked around to the driver's side, and within moments you both were speeding out of the neighborhood.

By the time he came to the highway there was a strong smell of pool chemicals that filled the car, and both of the front seats were slowly soaking up the excess water that dripped off of the two of you.

You seemed to be in a mild state of shock, as you had yet to say anything. You just sat in your still wet swimsuit looking rather confused while you still held onto the soaked clothing Phinks had forced onto you.

After a while you shuddered and finally spoke up.

“Do you think you could turn up the heat?” you asked him.

“Oh. Sure. Sorry.”

Phinks turned the heat up all the way, and after a few moments you seemed to relax a bit, though now you were glancing over at him while smiling nervously.

“Uh, so, there's a lot that I should probably be questioning,” you began, “but I'll start with if you knew why there was yelling?”

Should he lie? No, that might be weird if he pretended not to know.

“I punched that guy in the face. I think I broke his nose,” he told you, “that was likely his friend after he saw him.”

“Ah. Okay,” you said, “that's..... Not very good, but I think I get why you did that. You're gonna get charged with assault, though.”

Fat chance.

“I'll deal with that when I come to that,” he answered, “sorry if I put you in a tough position.”

“It's okay. Well, not really. But Stu's pranks have always been pretty bad and what he did was shitty, so I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Think you can forgive me?”

“... Yeah, I think so. Just promise you won't do anything like that again.”

“I promise.”

“Okay,” you said as you nodded, “so second question: where are we going?”

“.... Not sure. Didn't have much of a plan besides getting out of there and going back to what I was doing,” Phinks admitted.

“So you're just back to driving around going wherever?”

“Seems like it.”

“Why did you bring me along?” you asked.

“.... Didn't want that to be the last time I saw you,” he said.

“Oh.....”

His answer ended up making you flustered again, and while you did seem to be holding some reservations about him with his admission of violence and the fact that he really had just kidnapped you, he could see you rationalizing everything in your mind and convincing yourself that this wasn't all that bad.

It was preferable if you did that. It made taking you with him a lot easier.

“Luckily for me I don't work tomorrow,” you said, “and since the day after that is Sunday and the campus store isn't open then, I also have that day off. So I think it's okay if I drive around with you for a bit. Just get me back by Sunday night, alright?”

“Don't worry. I'll get you back safe and sound,” he told you, and you visibly relaxed at his words.

You were a little naive, a little too trusting. But that was fine. Phinks liked that about you.

“Okay so third question,” you announced as you looked down at the wet clothes in your lap, “what should we do about this?”

“Right. Let me pull over.”

He stopped the car beneath a streetlight, and you sat sideways on the passengers seat while you held the clothes out of the car and wrung the water out of them as best you could. Phinks took the opportunity to change after you handed him his jacket, and he threw the mostly damp clothes in the backseat.

Glancing over at you, he did appreciate how much your swimsuit showed off while you tried to dry out your own clothes. But while he liked the idea of you staying as you were for the rest of the trip, you probably wouldn't be as big of a fan of that. Going over to his trunk once more, he dug around through his bag before he found what he was looking for.

“I don't have anything that will fit you well,” Phinks said as he made his way over to you, “but this should cover you up.”

What he handed you was the long white robe he wore on occasion, usually for combat or missions.

You seemed a bit surprised when you saw it, but you accepted it gratefully. Your gaze went to the jeweled eye that hung near the neck of the garment, and he heard you mumble about it being pretty.

He wondered briefly what you might think of the snake headpiece he usually wore with it, but the time for that would come later as you were currently slipping his robe over your head.

“Thank you,” you told him again as you threw your clothing in the back as well.

Then your attention went to your bag, and you frowned.

“What's wrong?”

In response to his question, you tilted your bag to the side and water began to pour out of it.

“Ah.”

“How much do you wanna bet that my phone is dead?” you asked as you reached inside.

As was expected, your phone screen stayed black when you hit the power button, and you sighed.

“And that's phone number three that Stu has destroyed.”

“Don't worry. It won't happen again,” he told you.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

You tossed the now useless phone into your bag and looked back up to him as if to say “so what now?”

Phinks had an idea for that.

“Wanna go to a motel?”

“A motel? Wow, you sure know how to treat someone,” you said sarcastically.

“You really think I can get you into a nice hotel with you looking like that? You don't even have shoes,” he said.

“I didn't get a chance to grab them,” you responded, though you seemed to concede a bit.

“Could we stop somewhere tomorrow so I can get shoes or something?”

“I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe if that's what you want.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head and saying that you didn't need that.

Before too long, Phinks was back in the drivers seat while you watched the streetlights as the car passed them by, your fingers idly playing with the jewel on his robes as you did so. He had turned down the heat and turned on the radio, and though it still felt strange to be sitting in the wet seats, it wasn't bothering either of you as much anymore. The smell from the pool was mostly gone after driving a bit with the windows opened just a crack.

Except for the occasional car that drove in the opposite direction, you were the only ones on the highway.

“How far are you gonna drive?” you eventually asked.

He wanted to get out of the state at least. Phinks didn't want to deal with a confrontation with the law while also taking you along with him. He wanted to get as far as he could while you were still cooperative, and whenever you realized that there was no chance he'd be taking you back, he'd go to more extreme measures of keeping you with him. Your phone being dead was a good thing for him; you wouldn't be able to try and get help as easily.

“I think we've passed by three or four motels already,” you added, “was there something wrong with them?”

“No. Sorry. I got a bit distracted,” Phinks replied, “I've come to really like the highway at night. There's something soothing about it, I guess. Wanted to stay like this for a bit longer.”

You nodded in response and looked back out the window, your fingers still playing with the jeweled eye.

“Can I borrow your phone at some point tomorrow? I need to call someone just so everyone back home knows I'm okay. Don't want them to worry,” you said to him.

“Sure,” he said.

Arguing with you over that would seem strange. He'd just need to avoid that subject tomorrow.

He noticed when you yawned.

“Getting tired?” he asked.

“A little,” you said, laughing a little as you added, “this wasn't how I was expecting my night to go.”

“Same here.”

“I hope you decide to stop soon. I might not be up for it tonight if you're planning on continuing where we left off at the pool when we reach that motel.”

“That's fine. We'll have all day tomorrow, right?”

His words made you embarrassed again, and you shyly answered with a yes as you smiled to yourself.

So that was the plan, then. Drive as far as he could tonight, fuck your brains out tomorrow, then get away further before you figured things out. You would likely object, not liking the idea of being taken away from everything you'd ever known. But he was certain that after spending enough time with him, you'd prefer it. Your current life wasn't any good, but he was prepared for you to not understand that at first. And if he needed to tie you up and shove you into the trunk to keep you compliant, he could do that. Seemed like a pretty fool-proof plan.

You were yawning again.

“Get some sleep if you need to,” he said, “I'll wake you up when I find a place I like.”

You nodded. Soon after he saw you settling back into the seat and closing your eyes as you attempted to get some rest.

He liked the sight of you next to him, sitting in his clothes while you nodded off in his car. And when he turned his attention back to the empty highway, he was once again hit with the feeling like he was the only one in the world. A feeling that only came with seeing an area that was typically full of people seem completely abandoned.

But this time, though, he wasn't alone.

[chrisevansjellybeans]

I Love You, You Idiot | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Here I am, once again writing in my favorite "we're best friends but we won't say we're in love" trope. Someone stop me.

A/N: This does not fall into the TFAWTS timeline!

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angsty-ish

*not my gif*

The bass rumbled through your entire body as you tried to listen to whatever story Sam was telling to the group. You tried with everything in you to listen but the mixture of the loud music of the club and your best friend's hand just casually laying on your exposed thigh was making it very difficult. You noticed the group laugh so you let out a small chuckle but if anyone asked you would not be able to say what was so funny.

“You okay, doll?” You glanced up at Bucky, who’s blue eyes were squinted with concern. His thumb slowly rubbing circles on the spot on your inner thigh where it was rested. “You look a little out of it. Do you need me to take you home?”

Say words, Y/N. You told yourself. But forming sentences was getting harder and harder with each circular pass the pad of his thumb made.

“Uh.”

Good job. Very articulate.

You didn’t want to be that person. The person who falls in love with her super hot best friend, but doesn’t say anything because they don’t want to “ruin the friendship” and then ends up sad and alone because said best friend doesn’t realize the feelings and moves on to someone else. And yet here you were. Being that cliche.

“Guys, I think I’m going to take Y/N home.” You heard Bucky say. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in you shifted away from him so his hand was no longer on your leg.

“No, I’m fine.” You stood up, strong and steady. “See? I was just thinking about some work stuff. But I’m gonna go grab another drink. Anyone want anything?”

The group shook their head and you made your way to the bar, happy to be away for a couple minutes.

Your moment of solace lasted only a few seconds though because you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He trapped you in by placing his arms on either side of you, his chin landing on your shoulder.

“Wanna take shots?” Bucky’s voice rumbled in your ear. You really hoped he couldn’t feel the goosebumps that arose all over your skin. His breath smelled like a mix of spearmint and whiskey. A scent that if it came from any other man you would have probably been repulsed but on Bucky it was just comforting.

“Only if they’re tequila.” You turned around so you were face to face with him. Bucky gave you a cheeky smile as he waved the bartender over, ordering two shots each and then your regular drink order. As the bartender got your drinks ready, Bucky leaned down on his arms so he was even closer, your faces barely an inch apart.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” Bucky smiled, pressing a slight kiss to your cheek.

“You’re mine too.” You whispered but you knew he heard you. Thank god for that super soldier hearing. Bucky stood back up and you could tell that he was on high alert, making sure that no one bumped into you or was making a beeline in the direction you guys were in.

You turned back around and placed your arms on the bar and leaned against it, your breasts pushing up slightly causing the guy next to you to take notice.

“Hey,” you glanced over as the guy next to you turned his body to fully face you. “You are the most beautiful woman at this bar.” You were amazed at how bold this guy was being. Bucky was still behind you, his arms still on either side of you. To anyone who didn’t know the two of you, it would be safe to assume that you were a couple.

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” You smiled at him and leaned against Bucky’s arm a bit, to hopefully give that couple illusion even more.

Bucky was watching the interaction carefully, not yet ready to intervene but there if he needed to. You noticed his vibranium hand flex on the bar as the guy continued to flirt with you, that small action causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“You wanna get out of here, pretty girl?” The guy leaned in even closer to you, officially popping the imaginary bubble you had around you. That was enough for you and for Bucky.

“Alright buddy, ease up.” Bucky pushed a hand against the guy's chest, moving him away from you. “She’s with me.”

“Relax, big guy. Why don’t you let this little mama speak for herself.” The guy stood up from his chair, he was Bucky’s height but you, Bucky and the guy knew that if it came down to it Bucky would kick his ass.

“This little mama doesn’t want to go home with you.” You said sternly. As you finished speaking, the bartender placed the shots and the drinks in front you.

“Bitch.” The guy mumbled, shaking his head and making his way around Bucky.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt. His eyes blazing as he glared down at the asshole. With each second that passed you could tell his hands were tightening around the guy’s shirt.

“I called your little slut girlfriend a bitch.” He spat out. “Maybe control your woman from flirting with other men at-”

Before he could finish, Bucky slammed his fist into his face. You let out a scream as the guy fell to the ground. Everyone’s eyes now focused on the three of you. Bucky reached down and grabbed him, pulling him back up. You had to look away as blood started to pour out of his nose and down his face. It looked like Bucky was about to punch him again but you quickly put your hand on his arm. Bucky looked over at you, his chest heaving, his metal arm shifting under the stress of his grip.

“Bucky, please. It’s not worth it. Look.” You glanced at the crowd that started to form, phones out and recording.

You could see the headlines now: Winter Soldier Bar Brawl: Is he still unhinged?

You spotted Sam making his way over, his face full of concern. Turning back to Bucky you squeezed his bicep. “Please. Let’s go.”

“Buck.” Sam made it over to you. “Go, I’ll take care of it.”

Bucky heaved as he pushed the guy away from him and then grabbed your hand. He quickly threw down a crumpled hundred dollar bill on the bar and didn’t wait for the change as he pulled you through the crowd of recording phones and out of the club.

He quietly pulled you down the street until you guys ended up at least four blocks away from the club.

“I should have killed that guy.” He huffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. Immediately he winced and pulled his flesh hand out. You hadn’t noticed before but his hand was definitely red and swelling. “Fuck.”

“Oh my god, Bucky,” You sighed as you gently took his hand in yours, turning it over and inspecting any damage. It didn’t look fractured but it was definitely sprained and going to be sore for a while. “You could have broken your hand, you fucking idiot.”

“It will heal in a couple hours. And you’re welcome.” Bucky scowled in your direction. “Next time, I’ll just let him shit talk you all night.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that. If you would have waited another twenty seconds we would have gotten our drinks and probably wouldn't have seen that man again.” You glared. “Instead you had to turn into a cave man and beat on your chest and prove your dominance.” You tried to sound tough but your voice was shaking given how cold you were. You had left your jacket back in the club.

“I wasn’t proving shit, Y/N.” Bucky snapped as he pulled his hand out of yours, sliding his leather jacket off and putting it around your shoulders in a huff. “Maybe it infuriates me to hear someone talk about you like that.”

“Well it’s not all cake and ice cream for me, but you don’t see me throwing god damn punches.” You sighed as you wrapped the jacket tighter around your body. “This is going to be everywhere tomorrow.”

“Who gives a fuck.” Bucky muttered.

“You should!” You fumed. “It’s not a great look to have you out here punching random guys at bars, Bucky. Especially over nothing that important.”

“Stop talking like that. God, it’s like you are the only fucking person who doesn’t see how goddamn special and important you are.” Bucky hissed as his hand continued to throb. “So please just..stop talking.”

You snapped your mouth shut as you shot daggers at Bucky which he gladly returned. You turned away from him, calling a car to take you back to his place. You both waited in silence, Bucky only making the occasional foul exclamation whenever his hand hurt. Finally for what seemed hours the car finally pulled up. Bucky, always the gentleman even when angry, held the door open for you as you slid in closing it gently but not making any moves to get in the car. You looked up at him through the window confused but he only shook his head and tapped the car, signally for the driver to leave.

“Can you please wait.” You turned to the driver who let out an annoyed huff.

“Five minutes lady. It’s almost bar time.”

Quickly you opened the door not stepping completely outside, the air having an unforgiving bite to it now.

“Get in the fucking car, Bucky.”

“You go, you have a key. I just need some time.”

“You can take some time in your apartment. Just get in the car.” You retorted.

“I’m not getting in that car.”

“James, I swear to god.” You were fully out of the car now. You slammed the door shut causing the driver to cast an annoyed look your way. “What is your problem? We argue all the time, it’s not that serious.”

“It’s not about the argument,” he grumbled. “It’s about the fact that you are so completely oblivious to how fucking perfect you are and how it wasn’t just that guy that was staring at you but every other guy in that bar. And how angry it makes me that I just want to go up to every single of one of them and tell them to put their dicks away because you’re mine and only mine.”

Your breath hitched as you processed his words.

“And I’m doing everything in power to not just shake you until you realize that I love you, and not just as my friend.”

“I-”

“I can’t believe I just told you that.” Bucky shook his head and let out a humorless chuckle. “Get in the car, Y/N. I’ll see you later.”

Bucky turned and started walking down the street.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You yelled after him. “If you don’t think that I love you back, then you really are a bigger idiot than I thought.” Bucky stopped in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” He asked as he faced you again. He stayed where he was but you could see the tension start to leave his body.

“I said,” You smiled as you let out a long breath. “That I love you, you idiot.”

Before you knew it, Bucky was over to you and he had you scooped up in his arms. His mouth moved feverishly against yours, every emotion that the two of you had for each other pouring out in this one kiss. Your hands found their way up his chest and around his neck. He let out a low moan that sent vibrations through your whole body.

“Alright, lady, I’m leaving.” You both ignored the driver as he waved you off and pulled out and down the street. But you couldn’t care less because you were finally in the arms of your best friend.

“Say it again.” Bucky whispered against your lips.

“I love you, you idiot.”