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sturnsslut · 26 days

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sleepover - chris sturniolo

a/n : not much but leave suggestions, i’ll write almost anything + lowercase intended !!

warnings - dom!chris x sub!reader , pet names, teasing, swearing, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, slight choking, sneaky

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‘ i feel you inside , no better feeling ‘

me and nick sturniolo had been best friends for almost 4 years now , and i had the BIGGEST crush on his brother , chris. of course i would never tell him , but i had a feeling he already sorta knew . ever since i told nick about my crush on chris , he has been teasing me NON STOP about it for almost 2 years. and he's always feeding into my delusions , even tho im trying to get over him.

anyway nick is constantly telling me how chris is always asking when im coming over next, how he's always talking about me , how he's starring at me when im not looking, things like that.

i don't believe any of it, but i wish. anyways i was bored, and it was Saturday so i thought i could call nick to have him come over so we could hangout , because if i saw chris, this whole " getting over him " thing would go right back to stage one. i got out my phone and pulled up nicks contact to invite him to come over , because ill be damned if all a bitch does is watch netflix alone on a saturday night.

iMessage

twin 💗 - nick

me - (you obv) 😭

NICKKK

i miss you sm

can you come over pls

i wanna hangout

twin 💗

TWIN I MISS YOUUU

I would but matt isn't here

so there isn't anyone to drive me

you can come over here thoooo

fuck. i tossed my phone to the side and let out a loud sigh , why can't anything work out in my favor ?? i picked up my phone and texted back nick.

well maybe you should get a license 😒

IM JUST KIDDINGGGG

twin 💗

Shut up bitch

you don't have one either

now come onnn

you can see ur man 😱

i hate you

im omw

twin 💗

😘

i texted my older brother and asked him if he could take me to nicks, which i didn't want to because he was at work and i didnt wanna wait but, oh well. he said he'd take me and so about an hour later he came home and told me he was waiting outside.

i threw on whatever, not really caring considering the fact i thought i was going to be in nicks room the entire time i was there. i put on blue plaid pajama pants and a black crop top with an oversized grey jacket, and some random slippers.

i packed my bag and ran outside, thanking him for the ride. a few minutes later i was at the sturniolos house.

i knocked on the door expecting nick, but of fucking course , it was chris.

" um hey." i said awkwardly, looking down at him.

"hey pretty. nicks in his room" he replied and opened the door further for me to walk in. i brushed past him and accidentally got a little too close. like i touched his dick type of too close.

i heard him groan silently as i walked past, making my way to nicks room.

fast forward a few hours , me and nick were watching a movie when he passed out.

i was gonna go and hangout with matt, but then i remembered he still wasn't back yet from wherever the fuck he was at, so with nothing else to do, i just decided to go to sleep right alongside nick.

i remember randomly waking up around 2AM for no reason but feeling hungry, so i made my way to the kitchen and got a freezer meal or wtv tf

i heat it up in the microwave and while i'm waiting , i decide to just get comfortable and lean on the counter while i scroll on my phone.

i'm about to shut off my phone when i hear something "nick?" i whisper shouted because i was slightly startled by the noise

there was no answer , i just shrug my shoulders and continue scrolling on my phone, when i suddenly feel two warm hands on my waist.

i jumped but not enough to move, i turn around to chris with his hands resting on my waist , looking at me with an indescribable look.

"what..are you doing?" i said flustered, turning my head to look at him , but again not enough to move our bodies any further apart.

"nothing..just can't sleep." he replied

god , his sleepy voice was literally going to make me bust.

" okay.." i say confused and go back to scrolling on my phone. i feel him rest his head on shoulder

" what are you watching "

" just t.." my voice trailed off as i realized i could feel that he had a big ass boner, and he was wearing only sweatpants

i struggled to get my words out because of the situation i was in, so i just ignored the question.

i felt him smirk and her closer to me, him getting more hard the closer he gets, with his hands still on my waist.

"what..you like the way this feels mama?" he says slipping his hands down into the front of my pants, but not fully.

"i.." i could barley speak due to the uncontrollable amount of flips my stomach was doing

"use your words ma." he says getting closer to me, his boner now fully on my ass

i'm gonna bust was literally my thought process. i was nervous, but of course im gonna do what he tells to.

"yea.." i say now slightly arching my back

he turns me to face him, so now im leaning against the counter and facing chris.

he takes one of his hands and guides it up to my face, "do you really."

"yeah" i let out a breathy moan and he smirks leaning closer to me, holy shit. no way this is happening.

he kisses me and i kiss him, he moves his hand down to my neck as we make out, the kiss turns into a sloppy make out, and he picks me up and i wrap my legs around him, he sets me on the counter so im perfectly aligned with his waist, as we're still making out

he starts leaving kisses on my neck and i grab his hair as he does so, leaving a trail of hickeys.

" fuck " i slightly whisper , this felt so good.

he stopped for a moment before placing one hand on my waist and the other in my pants

" you ready ?" i nodded desperately, not being able to use my words because of how badly i needed him.

he stuck two fingers inside of me and i grabbed onto the back of his shirt in pleasure

" damn ma your so wet ..all for me? how long have you been waiting for this mama "

i nodded, physically not being able to speak because of how good his fingers felt inside me.

" use your words. how long. " he demanded , grabbing my chin making me look him in the eyes

i paused, not wanting to me too loud. " damn ma, you like how i touch you that much you can't speak ?"

" t..two years " i struggled to push out those simple words. this man knew what he was doing with his hands.

" come on baby, if you were horny you could've told me. i would've helped you with ease. " he said, stopping for a second

" i didn't think you were into me. " i admitted

" really? i thought it was obvious. everytime you came over to see nick i would get hard just looking at you..i've been waiting for this moment a while to ma. "

he moved his fingers in and out of me again without warning, and i moaned a little too loud.

"watch your volume pretty girl..i'd hate for me to have to stop cause you couldn't control yourself "

i nodded agreeably, and trust me when i listened. i'd waited for this moment almost 2 years , i wasn't gonna let anything ruin it.

his fingers continued to move in and out of me at a rapid pace for another 2 minutes , and i felt myself start to get close

"chris...i'm close" that's when he took his fingers out of me and i caught my breath for a moment.

he took his dick out of his pants and it sprung out instantly. when i looked down, my jaw dropped.

he was easily a good 9 inches, and that was just a guess. i'm so screwed.

he stroked himself and laughed when he saw the look of surprise on my face. " what ? all your other little boyfriends had a small cock ?" he teased

i pulled my pants down further so chris had easier access. he got closer, until our noses were basically touching. "you ready ma" i nodded eagerly , because of how close we were, i felt his cock literally in between my thighs. " yes, yes i am just please fuck me " he smirked and put one of his hands on my waist , the other holding his dick. "you sure?" he asked me again, me giving the same answer.

and with that, he shoved in only 7 inches , just to see if i could take him or not. i gasped but covered my mouth because i remember what he said about keeping quiet.

" good girl " he smirked at me again, then shoving the entire 9 inches in me. i put my hands under his shirt, leaving scratches all down his back

" fuck mama..your so tight" he said pausing in between sentences

i could barley speak, but i wanted more. i managed to get two words out , "faster..please" i begged

" more already? alright ma..."

he thrusted in and out of me even faster than before, about a minute goes by before i felt that knot build up in my stomach.

" chris.." i paused before my next sentence, remembering that i had to be quiet "im close."

" not yet pretty girl.. please- mmm fuck you feel so good. "

i giggled slightly, before telling him how we should switch positions if he didn't want me to finish so soon.

" you got it mama. " and with that, he took me off of the counter and set me down, bending me over the counter instead.

he grabs my hips and lines me up, " you ready? you know i just gotta ask" he asks

i could feel his tip touching me, he was definitely teasing. well if he wants to tease..i can do it to.

"hm not yet..i need to catch my breath" i teased and move my waist slightly, feeling his tip against me

" how bout now?" he asks eagerly

"i don't know .." i answer, he's like a needy child , how cute

" mama please ..i need you so bad. "

" im ready " and with that he slams his entire 9 inch dick inside of me , going faster than before

" you think it's funny for you to tease me ? is it because you know you take me so well ?"

his sleepy voice..fuck.

" fuck..sorry" i say , i couldn't even think cause he was fucking me so good.

he grabbed my neck from behind and thrusted faster , that's when i knew i was close.

" chris , i cant ..im gonna-" im cut off by my release , letting it all go , and man i came hard.

" im almost there ma...in or out"

i mean, i was on the pill. " in , cum inside me please."

" mm..you got it pretty " he releases , and i feel his warm cum inside me , best feeling ever btw.

now we're both just leaning against the counter , heavy breathing, sweaty, looking at each other " you took me so good mama."

this man was really tryna make me nut for a 2nd time huh..i grabbed the food id forgotten about out of the microwave and made my way back to nicks room.

" goodnight chris. " i say with a smirk " goodnight ma." he says smirking back at me

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a/n: umm !! don’t know if i like this but i have something coming soon for the matt girlies 🤗

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majeoeje · 1 month

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You smell like the sun

Geto Suguru X Reader

I cant say i miss you out loud. But i'll make it up to you and say it in every breath

It was a tiring afternoon. It was a rare occasion for you to be paired up with Suguru for a mission knowing Suguru was more suited paired up with Satoru considering how unstoppable the strongest sorcerers were when together. But you'd be lying if you said it didn't drilled a hole in your heart out of jealousy. He was your best friend first after all?!?

"Suguru, you wanna check out that new ice cream shop next saturday?" You asked playing picking out dirt and leaves out of his hair from the previous fight, seating comfortably on your bed as he on the floor faced the other way between your legs. Casually reading the news like some old man, waiting for you to finish, knowing well it could easily fall off in the shower even if you didn't cleaned it for him

"Ugh,i'd love to. But maybe later. Satoru and i have that mission for a couple of days remember?" You were honestly spent hearing his name come out of his mouth every single time. You failed to listen to Suguru's rambling about his star something something vessel something something mission.

"First name basis now i see." you say so passive aggresive it could compete ones of a religious white woman, pointing out 'satoru' in his sentence. The only thing he said that sticked to your mind really.

Well in fact they have been in a first name basis for a while now, but you just choose to be petty and mention it everytime you hear his wretched name came out of your best friend's mouth.

That's right. You were friends with Suguru, for as long as you could remember. You do have other friends but you like to think it's unlike each other.

Even if you go around and hung out with any other people, you know you'd always come find each other at the end of the day. It's a special connection really..... So you just can't imagine anyone could just come in and break it all apart.

But even so...

The mere mention of Gojo Satoru could just make you barf. Who does he think he is stealing YOUR best friend every damn time??

"Tch." you unconciously scoffed. Your attitude has became a force of habit by now, pushing Suguru off of you by the back of his head, scowling like a child.

You heard an endeared laugh, deepening the frown that permanently framed your face. He now turns around to face you, with a smile you knew all too well, you can't go days without seeing really... But his efforts in clearing Gojo's name only fell to deaf ears.

Saying how 'he's not that bad' or how 'he's actually fun to be around with' does not help his case.

"Oh don't be mad my honey bunches, i'll treat you a double layered cookies n cream ice cream when i'm back" he says, his shitty nickname could give millions of people an ick. But that's not what offended you the most.

Because here he was acting as if he could swoon you again...... with ice cream??? as if he wasn't out and about with his concubine yet again?!?

Well yes..

Yes he could.

"Well... that petname is downright blasphemous but i'll ignore it for the offer" you say, smiling as you turned him around again and pulled him closer

He could only muse at how easily swayed you always were, winning you over with simple things, decorating your face with such a priceless smile. A smile that he may or may not had haunt his dreams

You continued to pick up the dirt and leaves out of his hair, him giving in into your touch once again, as he rested his head on your thigh

It has been a while since you two hunged out, so he was rightfully acting extra annoying today, you know... to make up for the loss times.

He just wanted to hold you actually.

"Oi. i'm done. Don't sleep on me again or i'll let you sleep on the floor" your threats only seems to go to one ear to another as he cuddled your thigh

You rolled your eyes, it's not like you minded but you don't really have the energy to pick him up from the floor right now, coming with a mischevious idea when his rock hard head won't budge out of the way.

"Oh shit Sug..." You picked something from his scalp "Is this....lice?"

Suguru's eyes shot open tensing up facing you once again with a priceless look

"WHERE?!" He said, panic rising to his face as he visibly jolted

You wheezed at his reaction, knowing how much he put so much care and attention into his hair.

"Oh you little-" your laughters could be heard echoing the room as he jumped on the bed,putting you into a headlock before unrelentlessly ruffling your hair as revenge

"AAAAAGGHHH!-"

His stomach was sore from laughing, making an opening for you!

You managed to escape his grasp finally. Huffing for air before he started to wrestle you.

Before you knew it, you were pinned to the bed by him.

You could smelled the scent of earth lingering in his clothes, while his hair smelled like the sun. It really felt like you two were just back from messing around on the forest back at your village.

Back then, curses was a once in a month fight Suguru had to endure, but now it was like a daily meal for him. You're worried most of the times for him, but you're glad there's still some sense of him left, even now.

Though part of you can't help but wished it stayed as simple as it was back then

"Okayy champ..you win. Now get off." you say, trying to pry his arms off from you

"Nah..this is nice, i think i'll stay like this for a bit" he laughed at your groaning. He really was being genuine when he said this was nice. But taunting you was an added bonus

It has been a long time since you two were cuddled up like this. Just two platonic friends cuddling...Nothing else. There's nothing weird in that.

He closed his eyes murmuring something under his breath, you couldn't exactly hear as you were lost in your thoughts, reminicing the past, as you do.

"What was that Suguru?"

....

"...hm?..nothing..."

It was something along the lines of 'i missed you' but he was too prideful to really say it out loud, opting to just close his eyes again from the sunlight that hits his face

"Don't fall asleep suguru" you say, not making a effort to move either, as you felt your eyes getting harder to keep open.

"I won't"

...

he dozed off minutes after saying that

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jenniferjareauwife · 6 days

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It's Just Hard

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: symptoms of depression

word count: 781

summary: you've been feeling down and can't seem to get a hold of your long distance girlfriend and can't talk to her about how you're feeling until she comes to visit

I threw my phone across the room after JJ declined my call again with a short text.

Honey 🍯- Sorry babe. Busy with a case

I pulled my knees up to my chest and tugged at my braid. This wasn't fair. I knew it wasn't her fault that she was so busy with cases but I needed her. I didn't mean to but I broke down crying. All I needed was someone to talk to but I didn't have anyone.

A few days later I texted her late at night, not being able to sleep due to my racing mind.

texas hold 'em 🤠- hey. you up

Honey 🍯- Yeah. Why? What's up?

texas hold 'em 🤠- can't sleep

Honey 🍯- I'm sorry

Honey 🍯- Anything I can do to help?

texas hold 'em 🤠- r u still coming saturday

Honey 🍯- Of course

Honey 🍯- Babe what's wrong?

I wanted to tell her I just needed someone to talk to but I didn't have the guts to. I had never been good at saying what I needed, especially when it came to mental health.

texas hold 'em 🤠- nothing

Honey 🍯- You're sure?

texas hold 'em 🤠- yeah

Honey 🍯- Ok. Well I'm going to sleep, ok?

texas hold 'em 🤠- ok

texas hold 'em 🤠- goodnight i love you

Honey 🍯- I love you too :)

I fell asleep, imagining that she was right next to me.

I picked her up at the airport two days later, hugging her so tight neither of us could breathe. "Baby- too tight." I loosened my grip with a frown but didn't let her see it.

"Sorry."

"It's ok." She put her arm over my shoulders as we made our way to my car. She noticed I was a bit quiet. "Hey...you ok?"

"Yeah. Fine." I cleared my throat and leaned into her a bit more. I could tell she didn't buy it. She was a profiler after all.

She waited until we were home to ask again. We were cuddled up on the couch and she wanted to get up to find the remote but I really just needed hugs from her right now. "Y/n. Are you ok?" The sincerity in her tone made me a bit nervous.

"I..."

"Baby if somethings wrong I need you to tell me, ok? I don't like it when you don't tell me this stuff." She rubbed my thigh slowly, her face mere inches from mine. I leaned forward and tucked my head into her neck, hugging her tightly. She was quick to hug me back.

"It's just hard." I mumbled.

"What's hard?"

"I've just been...really sad recently I guess." I could barely hear myself.

"Sad about what?"

"I don't even know. Just sad."

"Like depressed sad or just sad?"

"I don't know the difference." I snuggled into her even more, wanting to be as close as possible to her. "It's hard to get out of bed though...cause I don't wanna do anything."

"Oh baby...why didn't you tell me earlier my love, I would've come down here earlier."

"Cause you were so busy and I didn't want to bother you."

"You can never bother me hon." I realized she was twisting my hair into a braid as she spoke. I sighed, looking up at her.

"I've never really told anyone about my feelings, you know? I guess I didn't think you'd care."

"I care. I always care. Even cowgirls have feelings, y'know?" I giggled at her joke, tucking my face in her neck again.

"Yeah...I have feelings."

"And it's ok for you to talk about them, I encourage it, ok?" I nodded, knowing she wanted an answer.

"Can we go to bed?" I asked quietly. "I really want to cuddle...properly."

"Does cuddling help you?" She asked, picking me up and taking me to my bedroom.

"Mhm." I got on top of her, using her as my own personal mattress, making her giggle. I had made it known from the start of our relationship that I really liked physical touch, but only with certain people.

"I want you to tell me whenever you're feeling like this, ok? I wanna be here for you." She lightly ran her fingertips up and down my back, kissing my temple as she mumbled her words against my skin. "I don't like to see you sad."

"Well I don't like being sad." She sighed and wrapped her arms around me. "You make it better though."

"I do?" I felt her smile against my temple.

"Mhm."

"I'm glad."

"Thanks for...being here...letting me talk to you. I needed it."

"Of course my love. Anytime."

"I love you...so much."

"I love you so much more."

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imajinxnation · 17 days

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Ted asking the reader out on a date and they r both super shy

Babe In The Records

Ted Logan x FEM!Reader

SUMMARY // You work at the record shop in the Sam Dimas mall and Ted finally finds the courage to ask you out..

TW // Fluff, Short and Sweet..

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

I agree with Ted.. ya'll are the most bodacious babes ever!!

Oh God.. there you were, just going through and organizing the records and tapes, and all Ted could do was stare.. He swore you were a goddess. Ted had met you when you were cleaning in the record store and he had bumped into you, quite literally.

The first time you met, Ted was literally running into the store, desperate to get a hold on the last Van Halen record before someone else did. Needless to say, he had mistook you for a buyer as you reached for the record and tackled you to the ground to reach it before you.. You were not impressed. You quickly explained to him that you were just moving it and that you worked at the record store. He felt pretty stupid after you told him that, bought the Van Halen record and quickly got out before he embarrassed himself more in front of you.

Ever since that first meeting, he's been wanting so desperately to make it up to you, and has tried to ask you out multiple times, but each time, he chickens out at the last moment.

But not today, oh no! Today is the day that he's gonna do it! (Though he tells himself this every time and never does..)

"Hey, dude! How's it hangin'!?" Ted asks cheerfully, bounding up to you like a golden retriever puppy.

You jump slightly, not expecting anyone to talk to you. You look up and see Ted, a big goofy smile on his adorably handsome face. You sigh and smile back. His cheerful self always made your day so much better..

"Today's been slow, but that's better than totally packed, I guess," you reply with a small smile, a tint of a blush running across your face, "but what about you, Ted? How're you?"

"Better now that I'm in the presence of a totally bodacious babe," Ted grins, but dies on the inside. Why did he say that's, she's gonna think he's weird, everyone does!

You laugh and blush, bashfully looking down, suddenly interested in the sneakers on your feet and smiling stupidly.

"Aww.. that's sweet Ted, but you don't have to butter me up, you know I have a soft spot for you. So, what do you need?" You ask, placing a hand on your hip, waiting for a request from him.

"W-would you like to, uh.." Ted trails off, blushing wildly, looking everywhere but at you. He shuffles a bit and takes a deep breath before speaking again.

"Would you wanna go and get a cheese pretzel with me some time..?" Ted asks shyly, his cheeks a bright red in embarrassment.

A huge smile forms on your lips, and you nod, excitement rushing through your body, your brain and heart both screaming at you to say something.

"Yeah! Yes, I'd love to Ted!" You bounce on the balls of your feet happily.

Ted's eyes light up at your response and does the biggest air guitar gesture of his entire life, so happy that you didn't reject him.

After he stops doing air guitar, he takes your hands in his, squeezing them lightly.

"Okay! Next time you're free, we'll go and get a cheese pretzel together, and we could chill at my house after and listen to some wicked tunes, yeah?" Ted says all in one breath, the doofy smile on his face never ceasing.

"That sounds awesome, Ted. I'm free on Saturday, okay?" You laugh at his enthusiasm. Not to make fun of him, but in pure unadulterated joy.

"Excellent! Meet me back here at the mall and we'll have the most excellent time, Babe!" He gives you a quick, sweet kiss on the cheek before running off back home to plan more for your totally wicked date.

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daechwitatamic · 1 year

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IV. Something Has to Change

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Masterpost)

Rating: NSFW - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, the absolute slowest of burns

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader, unrequited Taehyung x reader

Beta'd by @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii - thank you endlessly!

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.

Your friendship with Taehyung starts to show its cracks.

Section Warnings: language

WC: 7.5k

The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold. - Journey | Edna St. Vincent Millay

Saturday October 20th

You text Taehyung before going to sleep just to confirm he didn’t die in a ditch, but it’s radio silence from him until almost three o’clock the next afternoon. When he does finally answer you - “alive but at what cost?” - you roll your eyes and turn your phone over, screen down. You’re sitting in the living room, two author anthologies open on the coffee table, bookends to your open notebook.

Apparently he’s displeased with your silence, because your phone buzzes again a few minutes later - the longer buzz, indicating a call of some kind. With a huff of aggravation, you flip it over to see it’s a video call, his preferred method of communication. You slide the button to accept the call, but let him stare at your ceiling.

“What?” you demand. “I can’t talk, I have to go call off my search parties.”

“I was asleep,” he defends himself. “I texted you as soon as I woke up!”

“Didn’t sleep last night, huh?” you joke, but the sting is there. Just a little.

He avoids the question. “What are we doing tonight?”

You laugh at the audacity of his whole existence. Admitting to your face that he’d been up all night with a girl, and then calling you first thing upon waking like he knows you’ll just be there, waiting for him. What would happen if you weren’t?

Not to mention asking what the Saturday night plan is thirty seconds after waking up with a hangover.

“I’m assuming you won’t want to go out?” you ask.

He hums, runs a hand through his messy hair. “Depends. I could be persuaded, maybe. Wouldn’t mind just hanging out, though. What about a movie? We have that one we’ve been saving?”

We.

You’re not sure why, today, it’s bothering you so much. The truth is, Taehyung’s acting and speaking the same as always. So what’s different?

You don’t want to examine the answer to that, so you focus on the plan instead. “I like the sound of a movie,” you agree. “Wanna see if anyone else is interested?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung says. “I’ll text everyone.”

“Sounds good. See you around eight?”

“Should we order dinner before that?” he asks.

Something in your stomach turns. You don’t want to. You don’t want to keep getting your heart stepped on. You don’t want his metaphorical scent on all of your clothes, so that you can’t go anywhere or do anything without him lingering on you.

And at the same time, he’s your best friend. He’s your family. You love him, in multiple ways.

It feels like being tugged in opposite directions. It feels like lose/lose. It feels like there’s no right answer, nowhere to turn, no option that doesn’t hurt.

“Not tonight,” you hear yourself say. “I have too much homework.”

“Okay,” he says easily. “See you around eight, then. I’ll let you know if anyone else is coming with me.”

You try to return to homework after you hang up, but your focus is shot. You lean onto the cushy back of the couch, closing your eyes. You’re still sitting like that when you hear the front door open. Namjoon hadn’t been home when you got up, had been out the whole time.

“Hey,” you say, eyes still closed.

He gives a chuckle. “Everything okay?”

“I think my brain is broken,” you tell him. “Can Edna write about something besides death?”

He huffs out a laugh, and you hear him drop his keys onto the counter. “I think she does,” he says, coming closer and peering at the anthology you still have open on the table in front of you. “Nature. Rebellion. Men. Women. Love. Sex.”

Your cheeks burn, like you’re thirteen damn years old, just from hearing the word sex in his low, steady voice.

Get a grip, you scold yourself silently.

“I guess so,” you admit. “But today everything I read is about grief.”

“Take a break,” he suggests, moving into the kitchen. You hear a cabinet open and the sink run, and then he comes in carrying a glass of water. He sits down a few feet away from you on the couch and copies your pose, leaning back against the cushions.

It occurs to you that you’ve never sat on the couch at the same time as him before. In fact, your Uber ride last night was the closest your bodies had ever been.

“We’re gonna watch a movie tonight,” you find yourself telling him. “That new one with what’s-his-face, Raven’s Prophecy? Around eight. If you want to join.”

“Yeah,” he says right away, surprising you. “Sounds good.”

–

The movie’s good - really good. You’re all crowded around the living room - Namjoon on one end of the couch, Yoongi on the other, you and Taehyung and Jimin on the floor. The coffee table has been pushed to the side to make room for you, the lights turned down. Taehyung is sitting with his back against the couch, legs extended in front of him, and you have a throw-pillow leaning against his knees, laying perpendicular to him. Jimin sits next to Taehyung, one of his legs resting lazily over top of yours.

It feels normal, and it feels nice, and everything weird from earlier seems to float away. Maybe you had just been tired.

“That’s totally foreshadowing,” you pipe up, raising a hand to point at the screen. “Because when he-.”

“Hey,” Taehyung says loudly, reaching over to flick the back of your arm. “No nerd talk. Just enjoy the movie. No one asked for a literary analysis.”

“But, look -.”

“No,” he repeats firmly, and Jimin giggles, used to this exact squabble. “This is fun, not school.”

“Foreshadowing is fun!” you protest, laughing, but you let it go.

A second later, your phone buzzes in your hand.

[9:37 PM] Namjoon: 🤯

You bite back a smile, turning off your screen before the light can catch anyone’s attention, and then you cast your gaze up at the couch to find Namjoon looking right at you, a sheepish smile creeping up on one side of his face.

You’re thankful for the dark of the room, the light shifting and changing with the scene on the tv screen, as you feel yourself blush.

God, you think to yourself. Get it together. Two days ago, it hadn’t been like this, where every met glance cues up a shy smile, and each tiny smile elicits a flush. You don’t know who this girl is but she is un-fucking-recognizable.

You wait a minute or two, then turn your brightness down and send back, “but am i wrong?”. Then you glance back up to watch Namjoon read the text. He gives a laugh, one shake of his shoulders as he sees it, and then he meets your gaze. That same half-smile on his face, he shakes his head imperceptibly.

Behind you, beneath you, Taehyung shifts and you turn back to the tv quickly, feeling something akin to guilt simmer in your gut. You don’t see his eyes bounce back and forth between you and Namjoon, curious.

Monday October 22nd

Monday brings bright sunshine despite the chilly air, morning light illuminating the deep reds and oranges of the trees down the block.

Namjoon finds you in the kitchen, staring listlessly into an untouched cup of coffee.

“Good morning?” he greets you, a question.

You startle. “Shit!” you yelp and then laugh, heart pounding. “I didn’t even hear you getting ready in there. ”

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says apologetically. “I’m heading to campus in a bit… how about you?”

“Yeah,” you say glumly. “I have work and class.”

“Same,” he says, moving around you to rummage for some breakfast. “Class first, and then I’m TA-ing all afternoon.”

You give him a little smile. “I don’t think I’ll be needing your services today.”

“No?” he asks mildly. “Last few submissions went well?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume I’ve written anything worth submitting.”

He laughs, his back to you, and then settles against the kitchen counter. “I can help you brainstorm, too, if you’re stuck.”

You bite back the prideful I don’t need your help that rises to your tongue. He’s being nice. Instead, you say, “Hopefully I’ll make some progress on my own. Have fun, though. You still have that office to yourself? If I had that, I’d be so productive. Nothing to distract me.”

Namjoon shakes his head, smiling ruefully. “I find ways. I still have my phone. And a window.”

You laugh at this, and then rise, draining half of your mug of coffee in one go. “I need to head in. Are you leaving now, too? Or, later?”

“I can make now work,” he says, something warm in his tone. “Let me just go grab my bag.”

Out front, you blink against the sudden brightness, holding up a hand to shield your eyes as they adjust. Namjoon locks the front door and comes down the steps at a light jog, stopping next to you.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you tell him, and you start off towards campus in silence, the only noise around you the calls of birds and the hum of car engines from nearby traffic.

You stop at an intersection, watching the orange hand tell you to wait. “So,” you say, glancing up at him as the cars whiz by, “what’s your book about?”

He looks at you completely blankly, like he has no idea what you’re talking about.

“For the grad program,” you clarify. “You said you were in fiction, right?”

“Oh,” he says, as if he forgot. “Yeah. Um, I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

“Try,” you say dryly.

“It’s a coming-of-age, I guess,” he says, rubbing his chin as he thinks. He’s wearing his glasses today, and you have half a mind to tease him that he’s just trying to look like one of the professors so they don’t kick him out of his hijacked office. “And a bit of an unrequited love story.”

“The good kind or the bad kind?” you ask, a little absently. When he doesn’t answer, you look at him to determine why, and he’s looking at you like you’ve asked the most ridiculous question in the world.

You huff out a sigh. “Like - unrequited because the other person doesn’t know, or because they don’t return the feelings?”

“One of those is the good kind?” he asks, raising a brow.

“The first one,” you say, as if it’s obvious. “It’s… it always exists only as the idea of love, it’s untarnished, it can remain a beautiful and pure thing. It never gets messed up.”

“But you’re alone,” Namjoon counters.

“You still love someone,” you insist. “The meaning of life, and all that shit.”

Namjoon shakes his head as the stoplight above you changes from green to yellow, and then to red. “It’s not the same as loving someone and having them love you back, building it together and working to sustain it,” he says firmly. “That’s real love.” And then he heads for the crosswalk, his long legs carrying him swiftly away.

You hurry to catch up, feet following his without question.

–

The first leaf falls, a warning. Now the rest will follow. I watched them sway all summer. Autumn leaves me hollow.

There’s a promise in the air, I turn towards the icy bite. If autumn can’t make me happy, I wonder if winter might.

Aren’t those frozen days so dark? Isn’t catching snowflakes strange? Perhaps this could be something. Perhaps something has to change.

You frown at the page. Half of you is tempted to take Namjoon up on his offer to workshop during his TA hours, but you’ve got a good reason not to let him see this one.

“Y/N?” Kris calls from the register at the front of the store. “Did I leave my phone back there?”

Their voice brings you back to reality, pulling your focus from the page of your notebook open on your lap. You’re hiding in the stockroom, sitting on an unpacked box of what you hope are books, trying to cram in some coursework.

Kris’s phone is indeed on a table behind you, where you sling your bookbag when you come in to start a shift. You rise, slipping your notebook back into said bag and grabbing the phone, walking it out to them.

You’re alarmed when both phones buzz in your hands, a long, repeating pattern that you aren’t accustomed to.

“What the fuck?” you utter, even though if your boss heard you cursing on the floor you’d get a written reprimand for the first time in your life.

“Storm alert,” Kris says, reaching one grabby hand out for their phone. You pass it over and press your thumb to your own screen. Sure enough, it’s a severe weather alert.

You groan. “Great. I walked here.” You try to pull up the radar, but your shitty service takes too long to load it so you switch over to the hour-by-hour.

“See if your knight in shining armor will give you a ride,” Kris says with a twisted chuckle.

For a second, you aren’t sure if they mean Taehyung or Namjoon, and that fact is startling. Obviously they mean Taehyung, they know a lot of your history with him and they don't know anything about what’s happening with Namjoon. Nothing is happening with Namjoon, you correct yourself sternly. You had a weird desire to scoot closer while drunk in an Uber and had one sort of deep conversation. It’s not a thing.

And, actually, texting Taehyung for a ride is a pretty good idea. Outside, it’s not even raining yet, but the clouds hang low and the leaves that have managed to cling to their branches this late into autumn are flipping and shimmying in the harsh wind.

There’s a long line of students waiting to check out - probably grabbing last minute snacks and drinks before the rain starts, so they don’t have to go out later - so you slide next to Kris at the second register and swipe your access card. You work like this for at least an hour, the rain starting a pace outside the windows as steady as the flow of students trying to get what they need and hurry back to their dorms.

When you catch a minute, you send a text, holding your phone down under the counter and typing with one hand, as if it isn’t painfully obvious what you’re doing. When the answer comes in, you tap the screen quickly.

[4:22 PM] You: are you still on campus?

[4:31 PM] Namjoon: just finished work. can’t wait to walk back in this…

You giggle and Kris looks at you out of the corner of their eyes.

“That him?” they ask. They mean Taehyung, and you’re too damn aware of the lie as you answer, “Mhm.”

[4:34 PM] You: i’m done in 25 min if you want to suffer together

[4:36 PM] Namjoon: yeah sounds good you can make sure i dont drown lol

An “lol”? Oh, goodness.

[4:37 PM] Namjoon: you’re at the bookstore right? i’ll come there and wait for you

Oh, lord, Kris is going to have a field day with this. You don’t have time to focus on this, as your boss finally sweeps out of her adjoining office, announcing that you need to shut down the second register and finish everything in the back room before your shift ends. She’ll be the one to close the store tonight, as she does on Mondays.

When you emerge from the back room at 4:59 on the dot, your backpack on your back, Namjoon is loitering near the registers, and Kris is shooting you looks that are somehow mischievous, delighted, and wounded. You have a feeling you’ll be interrogated during your shift on Wednesday.

Outside, the rain isn’t that bad, but it is steady. The wind blowing makes it look like it’s raining left to right, in sheets.

“We’re gonna be drenched,” you groan. You follow Namjoon out of the bookstore, waving a goodbye at a still-disgruntled Kris, stopping at the glass doors that lead outside.

“It’s not that bad,” Namjoon tells you, voice a little fond, like he thinks your complaining is cute. “We’ll just go quick. I’m mostly worried about my laptop.”

“Ugh, same,” you lament. “We’d better be fast, I fully cannot afford a new one.”

“Let’s go,” he tells you, and leads you outside. Just like that morning, your feet follow his, like it’s natural. You walk in silence almost halfway home, the pace too clipped to really carry on any kind of conversation.

You’re practically panting for breath when you hit the major crosswalk, stopping to wait for the signal to walk. The rain seems worse when you’re stopped - sticking your hair to your head where it lands, raising the hairs on your arms as your body gives one dramatic shiver against the chill. Namjoon looks down at you.

“We’re almost there,” he says, reassuring.

“Mhm,” you manage, rubbing your hands over your arms to fight off the goosebumps. The light changes and you start across, following Namjoon and his naturally long stride. You keep your eyes on the ground, dodging puddles, watching the white stripes pass beneath you.

You’re just across, stepping up the curb onto the sidewalk, when it happens.

The sky opens.

One second it’s raining hard enough to be a nuisance, the next second it feels like someone dumped a bucket of water over your head. The sound goes from a soft patter to a sudden roar, like the rain is alive and it is pissed. You splutter, actually blowing water away from your lips, reaching up to wipe your eyes.

“Fucking shit,” Namjoon swears, and then he grabs your hand and tugs. “Come on!”

He’s not running that fast but there’s still a few seconds where you feel uneven, your gait awkward, trying to match his. Eventually your feet settle into the rhythm and you run just behind him. His hand, so large in yours it's almost swallowing it, is warm and solid and sure. His grip is tight - like he means it. He doesn’t look back as he runs, just squeezes your hand in his and trusts you to keep up.

When you round the corner of your block, together, you try to pull back, try to slow down. Your lungs hurt, your legs are burning, and you just want to admit defeat and walk the block letting the rain know it won.

Namjoon doesn’t let you. He slows his pace to more of a race-walk, gives your arm another playful tug. Not for a single second does he loosen his grip on your hand.

“You can make it,” he tells you over his shoulder. His hair is flattened from the rain, his face a little flushed from the run, but his dimples wink at you through the deluge.

When he reaches the front of the apartment, he finally drops your hand and takes the steps at a clip. At the top, under the safety of the awning, he turns to see why you haven’t followed him.

You can’t help it - it’s all so ridiculous you have to laugh. Your hair sticks to your face like cooked spaghetti, your shirt clings to your arms, your backpack is dripping water like there’s a faucet in there, and even your socks are wet, making each step you take squelch like mud. Still cackling at the absurdity of this moment, of having been completely defeated by the season, of running all the way home and still ending up half-drowned, you look up at the sky. The rain slides down the sides of your face and you let it cool the heat that’s there from either running, or Namjoon’s touch.

You feel a little drunk from it.

“Y/N!” Namjoon scolds from the top of the stairs, but he’s smiling that same fond little smile he’d had on movie night a few days ago. “Come inside! You’re going to get pneumonia.”

You look back at him, the rain still assaulting you from above. There’s a second where you feel something. Something like… you’re half-drowned and chilled to the bone, but you feel warm with his affectionate gaze on you. Like you don’t want him to look away and leave you cold again. Like the rain was penance and now you’re all paid up.

Like for at least this moment, right now, the rain has washed away your histories and left you clean and empty, a blank page waiting for a new story to tell - where before, your pages were full of scribbles and scrawls that held such heavy meaning there was no room for anything new.

You’re thinking too much.

You’re standing in the rain, Namjoon is looking at you like you’re nuts, and you’re thinking too much.

Watching your feet, you head up the stairs, going through the front door that he’s holding open for you.

You squish your way upstairs, neither of you talking. Inside the apartment, Namjoon flicks on a few lamps.

“I’m going to grab a shower,” he tells you, voice quiet. “You should, too.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “That was my plan.”

You stand beneath the spray of hot water, tapping on the faucet to work it hotter by degrees, not wanting the temperature to jump and scald you. You feel drained, like your limbs are noodles. You lean your forehead against the tile wall, closing your eyes and just breathing.

“What the fuck…” you whisper to no one, “is going on?”

You wish you had a friend to talk it out with. Kris would go overboard, exploding with glee. Lin isn’t a talk about boys kind of person, or even a talk about your feelings kind. That leaves Taehyung, and the idea of trying to talk to him about your burgeoning feelings for Namjoon makes you laugh out loud, the single syllable echoing off the shower walls, echoing back to mock you.

When you finally make it back into the living room, hair blow-dried and wearing your fuzziest joggers and a hoodie, Namjoon is tucked away in his own room, the door open that familiar four inches.

You get settled on the couch and pull out your phone and realize practically with a gasp - you hadn’t even tried to text Taehyung to drive you, nice and dry, back from campus. Your brain had thought but I walked here with Namjoon and the option of “dry” went right out the window.

You cover your face with your hands, sliding down on the couch a little bit. What is the matter with you?

You feel right now like it’s all happening too much, too fast. What even is “it”? Do you like Namjoon? Despite barely knowing him? Despite having to live with him?

Despite the years and years of experience you have with loving Taehyung, and Taehyung alone, out of everyone in the whole wide world?

Luckily, Namjoon stays in his room for the rest of the evening, sparing you from any more self-reflection, any more soul-searching.

You still kind of wish he’d come out.

Tuesday October 23rd

One of the steady things that you and Namjoon share, that works for you as roommates, is that neither of you cooks. A whole kitchen of pots and pans just to heat up water for tea and ramen and to occasionally cook an egg.

So when you get home from class on Tuesday so late that it’s already pretty dark out and you hear the clanging and banging from the kitchen that indicates a meal being made, you genuinely wonder if you’re at the wrong door.

As you push the door open, the noise only gets louder. You round the corner and see the kitchen in chaos - two unmanned pans on the stove, bowls and whisks and colanders and cutting boards all over the counterspace. Namjoon has his back to you, a large kitchen knife in hand.

You ease around him, not wanting to startle him until the knife is set down. He spots you anyway, and gives you a sheepish grin.

“What… exactly… is happening here?” you inquire.

“It depends on the scope of your question,” Namjoon answers, because of course he can’t just fucking answer you like a normal person. “If you’re referring to the stove, I am burning some sauce on the left and burning some meat on the right. If you’re referring to the cutting board, I am -.”

“The stove is on fire!” you shriek, pointing, your spare hand flying to cover your mouth in horror. Flames crawl from underneath the pan of meat, over the top, devouring what’s in the pan and leaping into the air. Namjoon drops the knife with a clatter and whirls around, eyes wide.

“What do I do?” he cries, hands in the air like he’s going to swat the flames like gnats.

“Turn off the burner and smother it!” you cry, not willing to enter the kitchen and get closer to the danger.

“Smother it?” he repeats, the words a little wild as he screams them. Smoke has filled the kitchen, blurring your view of him, and the smoke alarm over the front door begins to blare.

“The lid!” you scream, trying to be louder than the alarm. “Turn off the burner and put the lid on the pan! Be careful!”

You add this last part in a shriek as Namjoon follows your directions, reaching towards the flame to twist the burner and then slam the lid over the top of the pan, hissing a little as he does.

The flames vanish almost instantly, but the smoke remains and the alarm keeps screaming. Namjoon looks at the pan, then his hand, then at you.

“Go run cool water on that,” you tell him firmly, and you cross the apartment to open the windows and turn on the fans.

You return to the kitchen to find Namjoon running the sink over his knuckles, brows furrowed.

“Is it bad?” you ask loudly - again, to be heard over the smoke alarm - as you open a drawer and get a kitchen towel, moving to stand in the kitchen’s doorway flapping away, trying to send the smoke towards the open windows.

“No,” he tells you, pulling his hand out of the stream of water to examine it more closely. “It’s just a little red.”

“Keep it there for a little bit,” you tell him, still flapping away. “I might have burn cream in my bathroom, I’ll check in a second.”

Eventually the alarm quiets and you both heave a sigh of relief. The cold air coming from the open windows chills you down to your toes, but smoke still clings to the room, blurring your vision just enough to wonder if you’re imagining it.

You find the burn cream in your medicine cabinet and return to the living room. Namjoon is looking at the ruined remains of his dinner with something like heartbreak on his face.

“Come here,” you tell him, sitting at the breakfast bar, ointment in your hand. “Come sit so I can do this.”

“I can do it,” he protests, but he heads your way.

“Sit,” you repeat, pulling out the stool next to you.

He does, silently and obediently, sliding his hand over to you. You can see the redness over his knuckles, middle and index the most. You uncap the tube and squeeze a little onto your fingers, then take his hand in your spare one to hold it steady. Gently you press the cream into his skin, making sure to cover each bit of redness. Namjoon watches you solemnly, wincing a little when your fingers touch his middle knuckle.

“See if that helps,” you tell him, his hand still resting on yours. “Want help cleaning up?”

He sighs heavily, and you both look at the kitchen in defeat at the mess of pans and bowls to wash.

“Do you ever just… miss your mom?” he asks plaintively, not looking at you.

The thing about grief - long-term grief, lifetime grief - is that you can go days, maybe even weeks at a time without noticing it. It’s kind of like a bruise in a hard to reach spot. It just takes one bump in exactly the right place, and it hurts just as bad as day one all over again. Namjoon’s words pierce you, and you take a slow breath. You were just caught off-guard, that’s all. You can be fine. You can be normal.

“Sure,” you say, trying to sound casual. Failing.

He narrows his eyes at you in suspicion. “Why’d you get weird?” he asks. “Do you have a bad relationship with your mom or something? I didn’t mean to -.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, but you rise and head for the kitchen, starting to pick things up just to do something with your hands. “It’s just… I don’t have my mom anymore. She passed when I was little. My dad too.” Might as well get it all out there. It felt weird to let someone only know half.

It’s easier to handle this moment with Namjoon in another room. You don’t have to watch him react, don’t have to translate his silence and his body language. You slide all the chopped onion onto a plate just in case Namjoon still wants to use it, and turn to rinse off the cutting board in the sink.

He appears behind you, silently lingering in the doorway. “Y/N,” he says softly.

“It’s fine, Namjoon,” you tell him, scrubbing at the cutting board vigorously. You don’t turn to face him.

“I wouldn’t have been so blase about it if I’d known,” he says apologetically.

“I know,” you say. You turn - away from the doorway - to put the cutting board aside to dry. You grab the pan with sauce in it - all congealed and unappetizing now - and move to scrape it into the garbage can.

He comes up beside you; his fingers touch your elbow, feather-light, like he’s afraid he’ll spook you.

“Y/N,” he implores. “Look at me.”

You do, glancing sideways up at him, the pan heavy in your hand. “I’m not upset,” you assure him. “People just get so weird when they find out. I hate… navigating that, over and over again, with new people.”

He gives you a guilty smile, but there’s relief in it as well. “I will stop being weird immediately,” he promises. “I just felt like I stepped in it, you know?”

You shrug. “It happens to the best of us. It really is fine. It’s been a long time.”

You arm tingles where he’d touched you, but he stays put when you move back to the sink, running the water hot enough to steam before you put the pan under it. Then, wordlessly, he moves next to you, grabbing a cloth and starting to dry the cutting board you’d washed.

You carry on that like that, a perfectly synchronized dance, in silence until the countertop is empty. All that remains is the pan that had been alight about half an hour ago.

“Can I ask you something personal?” he asks, leaning against the counter as you scrape the remains of the charred meat into the garbage with a grimace. “I’m just curious. You can tell me to fuck off.”

“It’s so jarring when you swear,” you tell him.

He grins at you. “Hobi says my surprising potty-mouth is one of my best charms.”

You laugh at this. “I can see that,” you agree. “It is surprising.”

“Not charming?” he teases.

You shrug, feeling that blush rise up again. “No comment. Anyway - what did you want to ask?”

He lets you get away with evading the flirtation. “If you were little… who raised you?”

“Oh,” you say. You aren’t sure what you thought he’d ask, but it wasn’t that. “My grandma, until she couldn’t. Then my Aunt Lin took over, but she’s more like a big sister than anything.”

Namjoon nods. Then he asks, carefully, “Did Taehyung know your parents?”

The question makes you smile at the memories it pulls up - you and Taehyung as kids together, goofing off around your house, back when it had been filled with people.

“Yeah,” you say softly. It doesn’t occur to you to wonder why he’d ask that. It doesn’t occur to you to mask the tiny smile, that it might jostle his feelings even a little bit.

You look over at him when you realize he’s gone quiet. “Are you close with your family?” you ask, genuinely curious.

He nods, eyes on the pan lid that he’s drying. “Very. I was a lost soul when I first moved to campus. I couldn’t do anything.”

“You burned dinner tonight,” you point out.

“I can do laundry now,” he retorts, smiling at you as you put the last of the dishes away. “I’ve come a long way.”

“Still room to grow,” you tease, reaching out to give his arm a playful nudge.

You’re giving playful touches now. That’s a thing that’s happening.

You ache, again, to have someone to tell.

Wednesday October 24th

You both love and hate Wednesdays - on one hand, you have your thesis double-feature, and you actually enjoy it. On the other hand, you go straight from double-class to closing shift at the campus store, and you don’t get home until dark. The day is long, and you’d rather be home. For several reasons.

Your morning goes as you expect - you make it through the lecture part of class, updating Professor Jemisen on how your research segment is going. During the break, you eat some leftovers you’d thrown in your backpack, and talk with Gloria and the other girls. After the break, your group helps you workshop your latest poem, the one about the season changing, and you do the same for them.

The season changing is happening in real life, all around you. Fall fades quickly, the days darkening, the chills lasting longer, becoming more pronounced. Gone are the autumn days that change their mood and become summer again for hours at a time.

You normally go straight to the campus store after class, but this week you’re hungry - the leftovers you packed weren’t enough to keep you until you get home. Instead of heading down the main paved path to the student center, where you work, you head for a large academic building you pass on the way there. You know there’s a little sandwich station on the lowest floor, tucked away past the mailroom like a well-kept secret.

You take a hallway off to the side, passing some open classrooms on your way to the staircase. You’re walking mindlessly, head thinking only about the sandwich you’re going to order. You slow your steps when you hear a familiar voice, low and calm.

“All I’m saying,” a girl is saying, and you stop in the doorway, listening, “is that while the idea of going to live alone in the woods is actually extremely appealing, Thoreau as a whole kind of sucks.”

“I might agree with you, but you need to frame that more academically,” Namjoon corrects gently.

A circle of students - freshmen, if you had to guess, maybe eight of them, are sitting at desks, their bags all forgotten on the floor by their chairs. Namjoon perches on the edge of the teacher’s desk at the front of the room, legs casually stretched out before him. He’s listening intently as the students debate.

“We have to specify the problem,” someone else in the group points out. “I’m all for metaphorically dragging down statues of the patriarchy and everything, but we need a solid argument.”

“Or,” a different girl says, voice just barely loud enough for you to hear from the hallway, “maybe instead of giving more attention to ‘classics’ we see as undeserving, maybe instead we should focus just on the underprivileged voices that we prefer to be amplified?”

“You mean pick a lesser-known author and shed light on their work instead?” Namjoon clarifies, and the girl nods.

The group begins to debate this passionately, and Namjoon lets them fight it out, taking a second to glance at his phone. You become aware of the fact that you’re just standing in the hallway staring. You’re about to move on when Namjoon notices you. He looks away quickly at first, and then it registers that it was you standing in the doorway like a weirdo, and his gaze flies back to you.

Caught, you have no choice but to lean into it. You give him a tiny smile, raising a hand in a guilty wave. He smiles back, just barely. You stay there another minute, smiling at each other, while the freshmen continue to argue. Then your feet spur you on, and you give him a little nod before heading down the hall. But the stupid fucking butterflies stay in your stomach the whole time you wait in line for your sandwich.

When you get to the bookshop, you toss your backpack behind the counter and slump onto a low stool that’s stashed back there. You lean your head on the counter next to the currently unmanned register and let out some unhappy grumbles.

Kris comes out from the stockroom - you can tell it’s them by their footsteps.

“What is happening here,” they say flatly, not exactly a question.

“Kriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis,” you whine, not looking up. “I think I need to talk about… my roommate.”

“Bitch!” they utter indignantly. “He has a name! What grade are we in right now?”

You stomp your feet lightly, needing to display your crankiness. “I am feeling very confused and conflicted and I need you to be nice to me about it,” you say petulantly, finally picking your head up so you can pout better.

“Okay,” Kris says easily, leaning against the wall. The shop is devoid of customers, so you don’t bother to lower your voice. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” you continue to whine. “It’s just how I feel.”

Kris gives you a level stare. “I need the whining to stop, like, yesterday. If you feel conflicted, there’s a reason. So, figure out what it is.”

“I already said I don’t know,” you tell them, still pouty, but sitting up straight now.

“Dig deep,” Kris deadpans. “Do it for the dimples.”

“Oh my GOD,” you say, unable to even make eye contact. “Never mind, conversation over.”

They shake their head, not letting you off the hook. “What’s the problem, Square?” It’s a nickname they gave you last year when you wouldn’t go partying - because… apparently you’re a square.

“You know the problem,” you grumble quietly, making them lean closer to hear you.

They lean back, something knowing in their eyes. “Ah. It’s the Taehyung factor.”

“Shh,” you scold, glancing around the empty store like someone might have materialized without you noticing. When you return your gaze to them, Kris is just staring at you plainly, waiting for you to elaborate.

“I don’t know,” you say, and then more emphatically, “I don’t know! If I… start something else… does that mean giving Taehyung up? Because I can’t say I want to do that. Not if I’m being honest.”

Kris nods silently, letting you work it out. You meet their eyes, suddenly feeling the squeeze of anxiety around your chest, like your lungs have something heavy they have to push every time you inhale.

“If I lose him,” you say in practically a whisper, “I will quite literally die.”

Kris scowls at you. “You will not.”

“I will,” you retort.

Kris gives you an eyeroll. “So dramatic,” they scold.

“He’s my family, Kris,” you try to explain. “In a lot of ways he’s my only family.” Your voice breaks as you ask, “What if I lose him?”

Now Kris softens, lips pulling together into something like a very pursed frown. “Maybe you should talk to him,” they suggest quietly.

You hate that idea a lot. “Maybe,” you say loudly, slapping your hand on the counter and standing as the bell over the door chimes and a group of lacrosse guys (the sticks are a give-away) enter the store with a burst of noisy chatter, “I should never talk about any of this ever again.”

Kris sighs heavily, practically doubling over. Now who’s dramatic? “You’re so self-destructive,” they complain.

“Don’t be mean,” you say, going back to pouting.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kris waves a hand at you. “Go write a poem about it.”

“And what if I do?” you demand, but you’re both laughing now, unlocking the registers as the lacrosse dudes line up to pay for their snacks and drinks.

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Taehyung texts you near the end of your shift - “we haven’t hung out in five billion years :(“.

You roll your eyes at his dramatics and text back, “come get me from the bookstore then and hang out for a little”.

You’re pleased when he agrees. He shows up a little bit before closing, knocking on the already locked glass doors. You hurry to let him in, ignoring Kris staring knives into your back.

“Hi,” you say happily as he slips into the store, and you lock the door again behind him. “I’ll be done in about four minutes.”

“‘Kay,” he says easily, striding over to the checkout counter and leaning against it.

“Taehyung,” Kris greets him, nodding their head as they lock the register. “How’s it going?”

He sighs dramatically. “The usual. Classes. Parties. Trying to figure out why Y/N doesn’t love me anymore.”

You freeze halfway to the stockroom, your eyes wide, air catching in your throat.

Luckily, Kris is and always has been way more slick than you. They cock their head quizzically, letting a playfully concerned frown settle over their features.

“Y/N doesn’t love you anymore?” they echo, the poor baby pronounced in their tone. “What on earth do you mean?”

Taehyung shoots you a mischievous look; luckily, you’ve gotten your act together since he said those words.

“I had to beg for her attention tonight,” he says, clearly loving this bit. “I’m beginning to think she has a secret boyfriend she’s not telling me about.”

He’s teasing and you know it, but after a lifetime of friendship with Taehyung, you know this too: there’s a little sliver of him that must be hurt, or at least bothered, or he wouldn’t tease at all.

You feel both caught - despite not having a secret boyfriend or anything like it - and guilty.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him. “I just got busy with my thesis and everything. I promise I’m not out with other people and not you. Even Kris only sees me at work these days.”

“And Namjoon,” Taehyung adds plaintively, and your blood runs cold.

“Namjoon?” you echo, not sure you can form a different word.

Taehyung’s pouting now, which means he’s not too serious. “Yeah, he has no choice, you’re in his living room every day.”

“Oh,” you say, relief flooding through you. “Yeah.”

You don’t see the point in telling Taehyung that there’s a teeny, tiny something starting with Namjoon. Not when it’s so… unformed, insubstantial, uncertain. You don’t know which word fits best. It’s a maybe at best, and it just doesn’t seem worth rocking the boat over it.

What would happen if things started for real? Would you tell him? It shouldn’t have to be a secret… it shouldn��t stay a secret, not if you mean it. What would happen?

You’re afraid to know the answers.

You finish up in the store and you all head to the parking lot together. You tell Kris goodbye and drop down into Taehyung’s passenger seat.

“You’re gonna stay at the apartment for a little?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he says, fiddling with the heat until he gets it how he wants it. “Can I work on homework with you?”

“Definitely,” you agree. “I have so much shit to do. I wasn’t kidding when I said school is eating my life. Senior year sucks.”

Taehyung isn’t looking at you - he’s watching the road as he waits for an opening in traffic so he can pull out of the parking lot. But something crosses his face - relief, maybe. Something softens, anyway. Maybe he really had been hurt that you hadn’t been hanging out as much.

When you return to the apartment, Namjoon isn’t home - his door hangs open, his bedroom completely dark.

You and Taehyung settle in the living room, dragging out your laptops. It’s nice, hanging out like this again. You hadn’t realized how long it had been - over a week - since it had been just the two of you, like old times. Everything falls right into place. You swap snacks, hands brushing as you both reach into crinkling chip bags. You reach over and type nonsense into his paper when he isn’t paying attention, letting out peals of laughter when he figures it out and starts spluttering at you in outrage. You tell him about the customer at the store who argued with you over - of all the stupid things - a used copy of The Odyssey.

When he hugs you goodbye at the end of the night, swaying you playfully back and forth like he might drop you, both of you giggling wildly, you’re reminded of just what the stakes are. You’re reminded of just how much you have to lose.

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ahhhhh what do we think??!! there was hand holding!!!! are we clutching our pearls??!!!

as always thank you all so so so much for being here, i appreciate every one of you so extremely much!!!

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acidh2otoby · 1 year

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Agent Kennedy, Part 2

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Takes place after re4 but before re6

First part > Agent Kennedy, Part 1

Piers was right about one thing, Leon did stop by a little more than normal. When he did and didn't have anything to say to anyone else, he hung out with you in your office. It first started off with just getting to know each other, all the goods and bads. Leon told you his stories of B.O.W.s and you listened.

Then after some time, he started bringing you things, even if he wasn't there for you. He first started dropping off muffins or donuts, then he started giving you coffee.

By now, basically everyone in the Alpha team knew you and Leon had a thing going on. Chris was fine with it as long as Leon didn't break your heart. Chris saw you as a little brother he never had and so therefore treated you as such. Hell, the whole BSAA base knew you two were into each other before you or Leon.

Piers never stopped his teasing. He made sure he knew when Leon was around so he could bother you when Leon left. Piers also saw you as a brother to some extent, so he just kinda had to tease you.

But one day, it kinda silenced everyone.

Leon had stopped by again, set down whatever he brought you this time, and sat across from you. He seemed a bit more nervous than last time, though. You didn't ask but made sure you would before he left. Eventually, it bothered you enough where you just had to ask.

"Leon, is something bothering you? Has Chris or Piers said anything to you?" You asked, leaning on your desk a little.

"No? Why-- Why do you ask?" Leon asked, his stutter practically giving him away.

"You just seem really nervous today. And if someone said something to you, I wanna know." You said, trying to keep eye contact with Leon as he looked down.

"No, no one said anything. I just... Well... um..." Leon seemed to have his words get stuck in his throat. He cleared his throat before looking back up at you, how is he so fucking cute? "I was gonna ask you if you'd like to go out some time."

Did Leon just ask you out?

"Like a... Like a date?" You asked, your words also getting stuck for a second.

"Yeah, a date. If that's okay, because you don't have to--" Leon said in a panicked tone.

You smiled a little as he fumbled through his ramble before you decided to stop him.

"A date would be lovely." You said softly as you smiled at him.

Leon's face went dark red as a smile replaced his worried expression. "Okay, um... How does this Saturday sound?" Leon asked, remembering he had the day off.

"That sounds great. How about you pick me up around 7:30 and we'll go from there." You said, knowing Leon was a word salad right now.

"That works. I'll see you Saturday, then." Leon said as he slowly stood up from his chair.

You also stood up and went to the door to hold it open for him. When he got close enough to you, you placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Leon froze and stared at you, his face and neck red. You chuckled at his reaction.

"I'll see you Saturday, Agent Kennedy." You said, smiling to the blushing man.

Leon nodded and smiled before leaving your office. You paused before sitting back down at your desk, lost in a daydream when both Piers and Chris knocked on the door. You looked up and waited for them to say something.

"So, uh, you and Kennedy...?" Chris asked slowly, fidgeting with his hands a little.

You nodded before silence fell. You decided to mostly ignore them until Piers spoke up.

"Did he ask or did you?" Piers asked, seeming to want specifics.

"He did." You answered in a monotone voice.

You heard Chris mumble something, causing you to look up in question. Chris then gave Piers twenty bucks.

"You guys put a bet on me and Leon hooking up?!" You asked, standing up.

Both Chris and Piers bolted out of your office before you plopped back down, hiding your face in your hands.

#gay #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #male reader #chris redfield #piers nivans

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xsamuu · 2 years

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ᵀᴼᴷᵞᴼ ᴿᴱᵛ ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴱᴵᴿ ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ᴸᴬᴺᴳᵁᴬᴳᴱˢ PART 1 :>

ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴬᶜᵀᴱᴿˢ- Mikey, Draken, Inui <33

💌ᴺᴼᵀᴱˢ- This idea was soo fun to do so this will be a multiple part kind of thing. Tysmmm @trixminx for writing this with me I had so much fun and can’t wait to start part 2 ��💕 (we did this on google docs and there are bloopers of us just being stupid yall lemme know if ya wanna see those too oke oke baiiii)

ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳˢ- None loves 😫💕

Sano Manjiro (Mikey) ➤ Words of Affirmation

Mikey loves everything about you

You’re his home, his protector, the love and light of his life

He just can’t say it

He tries so hard as well </3

Probably has a plethora of nicknames and petnames for you which are the most unheard of like ‘my silk pillowcase’ or ‘ my lil lampshade’ 🥺

‘I think you look like a sexy motorcycle VROOM VROOM’

He tries to be cute and says ‘UwU no one else could come up with half the names I come up with sweets’ but gets mad when he hears Takamichi stole a name for Hina >:( Originality: lost.

Really appreciates a s/o who can communicate their feeling properly

Yall have a little self day talk every month on a Friday or Saturday with lots of snacks and good times after

He likes making his own little language with you even though it makes no sense to anyone but him.

Just tell him he’s pretty and special and how much you need him <3

Overall he cares so so much that there isn’t a normal way for him to say it, ‘A simple love you would be boring, right pretty’ -w-

Ryuguji Ken (Draken) ➤ Acts of Service

At his smol smol age this guy was taking care of mikey, all he knows is service -free up draken man 😔-

He likes to give, he’s a giver ok!!

Although he likes feeling appreciated and being with someone who tries just as much as he does

That’s his bread and butter 😌

It’s hard for him to express his feelings through words so why not use actions to show you his love ❤️

In truth it’s the small things that help nurture his infatuation with you tbh.

You offer to help out at the shop, run a bath for him when he’s tired or sick those lil domestic things UvU

‘Babe did you put my phone on charge before you left x?’

‘Yeah you fell asleep watching Netflix again xx’

Sometimes when both of you are way too tired your both still trying to help the other ‘ lemme make you something to eat real qui-‘ ‘no it’s fine I’m running you a bat-‘ ‘that’s kind and all but I’ve laid out the massage kit and al-‘ you too will keep going on till you both agree to jump in the bath and eat grapes.

Inui Seishu ➤ physical Touch/ Quality Time

Lil meow meow Inui ain’t the loudest in the bunch but you need to remember to give lil meow meow his daily kisses and hugs or he might wilt

This boy is so touched starved please 😫

He loves when you trace over his scar while giving little butterfly kisses and gush about how pretty he is ✨

Ideally a perfect Saturday night for you two is you hands in his hair, him laying in between your legs on tiktok

THIS BOY AIN'T SHY DON'T LET HIM FOOL YOU HE LIVES FOR DRAMA. LOVE AND HIPHOP, KEEPING UP WITH THE KARDASHIANS, RUPAUL YOU NAME IT, HE’LL BE THERE FACE MASK LAID AND ROBE WRAPPED

HE CAN GOSSIP FOR GOD ABOVE AND WILL RIP YOUR DOG AND SISTER APART

He is so easily influenced too sometimes when you come over when it gets quiet and he’s just doing something you’ll hear a lil ‘misssss vangieeee’ ‘MISSSSS VANGIEEEEE’ but he can and will deny it with his life 🌚

‘BABE OH MY GOD THEY SENT LAGANGA HOME HURRY’

‘NO SHE WAS THE HYPE OF THE SEASON!! PAUSE IT IM STILL PISSING’

He loves how he can be himself around you and he hopes you feel the same— spoiler alert you do <33

In the comfort of your home y’all are secretly talking about everyone and their mums it’s a real problem but it’s cute

Live, laugh and loving in heels all day you and lil meow meow try on drag looks on each other, no one said they were good but they were enough for you two

When you’ve been gone for so long and forget to give him his daily lil kiss and cuddle he’s hang around like a cat waiting for food, rolling around and sticking his head in your face until you realize what he wants

‘awww babe you just wanted a hug, why didn’t you say so ☺️’

2022 ©ᴬᴸᴸ ᵂᴼᴿᴷˢ ᴮᴱᴸᴼᴺᴳ ᵀᴼ @xsamuu ᴰᴼ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴿᴬᴺˢᴸᴬᵀᴱ, ᴾᴸᴬᴳᴱᴿᴵᶻᴱ, ᶜᴼᴾᵞ ᴼᴿ ᵁᴾᴸᴼᴬᴰ ᴼᴺ ᵀᵁᴹᴮᴸᴿ ᴼᴿ ᴬᴺᵞ ᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿ ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ

#xsamuu.candy🍭#tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #draken #inui x reader #inui seishu #inui fluff #mikey fluff #draken fluff #Tokyo revengers collab #AAAA THIS IS SO CUTE PLS

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adriannamunson · 2 years

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VHS Player

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

SUMMARY: A movie (not) date with Steve may just ignite both of your hidden feelings.

A/N: I got Harrington baby fever. Potential pt. 1 out of 2

WARNINGS: fluff, flirting, back to the future, a bit of tension and simping

WORD COUNT: 3.1 k

To say you were pissed with how Saturday was going would be an understatement. You had the whole house to yourself, bought a bunch of snacks and drinks. All in the name of Back to the Future.

But your stinking VHS player was bugging like crazy, of course it wasn’t the tape, it was your player. The tape was pristine and new, while the player was on its last leg.

So, as much as you hated it, you unplugged the VHS you got in your car. Trying to find an open technology shop in order to see if anyone could do anything for your shitty VHS player.

Unfortunately, there were none open today. The only thing closest to a technician you can get was Family Video.

Pulling up to the curb in front of the store, you got out of your car begrudgingly.

Since it was a Saturday afternoon, there were a ton of people. You try to push pass the couples, teenagers and even hopeless singles, making your way to the counter. It was a struggle since the heavy VHS player in your hands was weighing you down.

“Excuse me.” You rang the bell a couple times before a familiar face turned around.

Steve Harrington, hair fluffed and face as perfect as ever. You guys were in the same clique when he was still in Hawkins High. Granted you were a year lower than him but, your group was made up of all levels. Freshmen till Seniors.

“Hi, what can I help you with- hey! Y/n, long time no see.” He flips his hair back with a flick of his wrist. Truly happy to see you again, since the last time you guys met was the occasional ‘bumping into each other’.

This was just like that, except this was longer than the ‘hi’ and ‘hello’. “Steve Harrington, how are you?” You say with an agape smile. Pretty happy to see a friend.

“Ah well, as you can see…” He points all around the shop, a bunch of people moving and talking. “…I’m living the high life.”

You giggle at his sarcastic tone, “I can see that. Well, I’m sorry to add more to your situation but, I kinda need help.” You patted your VHS player, a clanky metallic sound bonged through. “I was going to chill and watch Back to the Future but this damn thing chose to buffer.”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows, as if he was trying to tell you to go on. “And all the other technician stores are closed and this place is the only place I could think of.” You teetered and tottered between your toes.

“Oh well, I can try to look into it.” He moves the VhS player closer to him, sliding it across the counter. “No promises, though.” He carries it, taking it into the backroom before running back out to you. “Why don’t you uh, hang around here for awhile and I’ll let you know, hm?”

“Thanks, Steve. You’re a lifesaver.” You batted your eyelashes in his direction. He gives you a playful wink, disappearing to the backroom again. You chose to just roam around various sections you’ve never passed through before.

A few people recognized you, so you were quick to greet them back with a smile on your face. You weren’t even expecting to feel the tap on your shoulder from none other than Steve.

You spin around to face his pretty face. “So I know your problem.” He says with focus in his voice.

“Tell me.” You casually state, crossing your arms.

“You need a new cable, luckily we have a few that I can snatch out for you BUT my manager, the devil, needs to be gone.” He does that thing again with his hair, in classic Steve fashion, slightly leaning against some of the shelves.

“When will he be gone?”

“5 ish later.” Steve wave his hand around to show you his uncertainty. You didn’t want to waste your whole day here at the store waiting for that darn cable.

Hell, you didn’t even wanna leave your house. So, instead, you came up with a probable solution. “Can you swing by my place later and give it to me? With the VHS player too?”

Steve swore he felt his face warm up and flush with bright red. He’s been over to your house before, but it was with everyone else. It made him feel something he wasn’t sure about. But hey, dropping by isn’t the same thing as staying, so it’s probably not a big deal.

“Sure, you still staying at the same place?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Yep, as always.” You flash him a soft smile, patting his arm before saying goodbye. “I’ll see you then, yeah?”

With a quick nod, you left the Family Video store. Ready to spend god knows what at home until Steve comes over with the much needed cable.

—

Your popcorn was getting stale and the soda pop was getting less fizzy. A quick look at your wall clock tells you it was already 6 pm. No Steve or VHS or cable in sight.

The heaviness of your eyes almost got the better of you, accompanied by the softness of the couch. That was until your familiar doorbell rang, prompting you to stand up to answer the door.

Steve stood there, VHS squeezed between his side and arm. “Hello, pretty girl.” A wink and a sly smile across his face.

“Thought you wouldn’t have come.” You open the door wider, allowing space for him to come in.

“Aw miss me that much, huh?” As if his own house, he headed directly to your living room. Knowing every inch of your home.

Upon closing the door, you roll your eyes. Following him to his side, as he kneeled in front of your television set. You watched as he intricately plugged in the new cable and a few other ones. Even switching a few switches in the process.

You weren’t quite sure where his skillset came from but maybe it was from being around VHS tapes; working at Family Video.

“Didn’t take you for a technical guy, Harrington.” You plopped down to his side, watching him delicately. He could feel your stare but focused on the task at hand instead.

“Well… I’m full of surprises.” He claps his hand, and finishes plugging your system back in. Joining you as you both sat on your carpeted living room floor.

You slap his cheek playfully, an action you usually did when he was still in Hawkins High. “Sure thing, Cassanova.” He couldn’t help but look at your face and the dull blue hue of the television reflecting against it.

To say he wasn’t being hypnotized, would be a lie.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. He’s constantly given you flirtatious compliments and suggestive comments, but you simply took it as a typical conversation.

“So uh-” He mutters out, snapping out of his little daydream. “What movie were you gonna play?” He glances to the back, trying to find out what you were about to watch.

You, who was also very distracted with this handsome boy, stuttered as you stood up to the center table. “This. Back to the.. Back to the Future?” Handing it to him, you sat back down on the floor.

He grabs it and slides it into the player. Patiently waiting for the movie to load. Soon enough, the beginning of the movie started playing. Gaining a relieved sigh to escape both your mouths.

Your first reaction was to wrap your arms around him, pulling him in for a hug since you were always a touchy person.“Thank you so much, Steve.” Taken aback by your action, he couldn’t protest.

Simply put, he copied your hug by pulling you in even tighter.

“No biggie, y/n. Anything for an old friend.” Who was he kidding, it wasn’t just about being old friends, but rather— his admiration for you. He’d do anything for you. He pulls away slightly just to look down at you. Honestly you could melt into a puddle if you were being serious. Steve truly had a thing about his eyes and you weren’t an exemption from his power.

Feeling flustered as fuck, you interrupt the awkward air by moving backwards. Clearing your throat, you began to speak. “Would you uh…” you had no idea what you were about to say, but it just felt right. “Would you like to watch it with me?”

Steve stood there with his mouth slightly opened, scared of saying yes. Not because he didn’t want to but because he was terrified of spending that much time alone with you.

What if he won’t be able to control himself and just kiss you? What would you think of him.

But besides his fears, he wouldn’t pass up this opportunity.

His silence was scaring you though, so you began to take back what you said. “Ne-nevermind, heh what was I thinking? You probably got somewhere to be, yeah? Just forget about it-”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Steve grabs either side of your shoulders, keeping you in place. “I would love to stay! I don’t have anywhere to go and besides- even if I did, I would cancel.” He wanted to smack himself in the face for blurting that out. “We barely see eachother anymore, so…” That was the best excuse he could come up with.

With a soft smile, you nod at his words. “Great!” You pulled him over to the couch, plopping down as you grabbed the stale popcorn.

He plays the movie and takes a handful of popcorn before realizing it wasn’t as crunchy. “Sorry, it’s been out for a while.” You spot his scrunched face, and apologize.

“It’s fine.” He smiles back at you.

The movie went on as the two of you would occasionally look at one another. Laughing at the funny jokes and general weirdness of the whole movie.

You never thought Steve would be here on your couch, with just you, alone. You also did not think when your head leaned against his shoulder, just halfway through the film.

Steve didn’t know what to do, other than welcome your weight against him. Even slyly extending his arm around you, to the back of the couch. In order to slowly snake around your shoulder.

“I hope this is okay.” He whispers.

You look up at him without moving too much, simply by just looking with your eyes. “Yeah, no of course.”

“Good. Good.” Both of you turn your attention back to the movie. Something about Marty Mcfly knocking onto the young Doc Brown’s door.

But you still felt like it was awkward, so you whispered again. “I mean, cuddling is pretty nice, right? Friends cuddle…”

“Of course, friends cuddle!” He states like it was a matter of fact.

“Yeah, what am I thinking? Haha.” You snuggled into his neck even more, adjusting your seating position to better fit your posture.

He pulls you closer, “You and Todd are over, right?” He asks because he doesn’t want a boyfriend of yours to walk in and suddenly pick a fight. Also, because he wanted to see if you had anyone in your life.

“Yeah yeah, of course like, ages ago. Heh… You and Wheeler?”

“Oof, history.”

Silence. Silence and the movie’s noise filled the air yet again.

You felt his hand slide from your shoulder to the crook of your waist. He didn’t really plan on it happening, it just felt right. He wished you would let it slide (literally) and pay no mind to it. And so you didn’t.

A few minutes pass by and your arm found itself wrapped across his torso. Pulling him into you as a few laughs escaped your lips.

“Oh God, why did it have to be Biff?” Steve laughs out loud at the scene unfolding. George was supposed to pretend to rescue Lorraine from Marty, unfortunately, it was Biff.

“He’s a dead man, guaranteed.” You murmured against his chest, the vibrations of your voice made him stiffen up a bit.

You noticed because soon enough, you adjusted your position. Which made him stop you, “Where are you going? Stay.” He almost sounded like a little boy, desperate to keep you near.

He enjoyed the warmth your bodies were sharing, and so even if it seemed suspicious to want you near; he didn’t care. “It’s nice to cuddle… You know?”

Your eyes meet him again, and a blush spreads across your cheeks. “Okay, Harrington.” The way your arms wrapped around him again made him palpitate underneath your touch. Of course he held it in, but it was pretty hard to.

The rest of the movie went by, and you were now standing up. Stretching your arms over your head. Steve was also stretching, twisting and turning his waist around to hear it crack.

You look at the clock and see that it was already 8:30 PM, kind of comforted with the idea that Steve stuck around this long.

“Thanks for staying, Steve.” You started cleaning up, taking the bowl and empty soda bottle in hand. Steve takes the bowl from you and follows as you head to the kitchen.

“Thanks for inviting me to stay.”

He was quick to clean the popcorn bowl and stole a few glances at your pretty figure. You were in your pajamas and he didn’t understand how you made it look so striking. The fact that you were slightly bent over the trash can, trying to push the trash down didn’t help. Your body was perfectly silhouetted and he was staring right at your ass.

You looked gorgeous. Like a pretty model, off duty.

Steve flicked his eyes off of you when you turned around. You felt his stare on you and his immediate reaction just confirmed it.

“So uh, what happened with you and Todd?” He attempted to fill the dead air with a bit of dialogue. Also, to get his mind off your gorgeous body.

“Oh you know him, he was too full of himself to care about anyone else.” You moved to his side, drying the popcorn bowl with the towel for the dishes.

He couldn’t help but feel like those words were a bit too representative of him, “So, like me then?” His words falter.

And you caught his torn expression, “Oh god, no! Steve, you are nothing like him.” You slap his shoulder, playfully, opening the overhead cupboards to place the bowl back.

He felt a smile creep on his face at your reassuring words, his self doubt fading so he decided to play along. “Well of course not. I’m way more good-looking.”

“Yeah you are.” A wink to him made his chest warm up with glee. You chuckle at his side comment, tiptoeing as you try to put the bowl into the cabinet. Steve saw you struggling and immediately stepped in to help.

“Woah now, let me do it.” He swoops you from nearly slipping, while simultaneously grabbing the bowl. His arm was now supporting your waist as he closed the cupboards.

Here the two of you were again. Close and in contact. If this was the universe’s way of letting the two of you in on the joke, it was definitely not funny. It wasn’t funny because he was getting entranced by the way your pretty eyes looked under the kitchen lights.

“S-steve?” You straightened your back and fixed your posture. Loosening his grip along your waist.

“Sorry.” He cleared his throat and pushed the long strands of hair away from his face. “For what it's worth, Todd was a douche.”

You giggle, peering through your lashes as you look up at him. “He was. A douche with pretty eyes and a nice hairdo.”

“Not nicer than yours, though.” You reached up and messed Steve’s hair up a bit, which made him pretend to be angry.

Gasping and grasping his chest, “The holy hair mustn’t be ruined.” He pushed it back again.

“Oh you mean… like this?” You messed his hair up again with a quick jump, before running out of the kitchen to the main foyer of your house.

Fearfully hiding from Steve’s heavy footsteps. “Okay now YOU ASKED FOR IT.” He runs in a low stance which caught you off guard.

Unbeknownst to you, he was lifting you up over his shoulder, carrying you back into the living room. “STEVEEE” You pounded on his back, which only made him laugh at your poor attempt of escaping.

You felt the couch on your back when he dropped you down. It wasn’t hard but it also wasn’t gentle, which is why you released a verbal ‘ow’.

In classical fashion, you pretended to cry, covering your face while sobbing. Steve actually began to feel bad as he was standing over you. He kneels closer and attempts to apologize. “Hey, hey, y/n… I am so sorry, I-”

When you felt his face was just above yours, you unveiled your laughing face and tackle him to the couch by his neck. “HA! TAKE THAT!”

You then had the upper hand, twisting yourself above him. Now, this was sort of weird, since you were in a compromising position on top of his lap.

Steve was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar. He wouldn’t lie about the fact that having you on his lap feels like a dream and he wouldn’t lie or fight his hands from falling to your hips.

You were also not one to fight your body’s reflexes as they fell onto his shoulders. It was uncertain of how long you guys stayed there like that, but none of you noticed your mom and dad entering the house.

“Sweetheart?” You hear your mom’s voice as she clears her throat.

“I always knew you and Harrington were dating.” Your dad took off his coat and hung it by the foyer wall hanger. “I see the way you look at each other.” He shakes his head and jokingly eyes you and Steve.

Instantly, you pushed yourself off if Steve. Dusting your PJs off as you shyly smiled at your parents. “Mom! Dad! This isn’t what you think it is.” You fixed your hair nervously.

“I always like him better than Todd.” They ignored your worry-filled pleas and face, moving past you to go up to their room. Like this was the most expected and typical situation for them to walk in on.

You didn’t know what was more embarassing, the fact that your parents walked in on a suspicious situation or the fact that Steve and you were IN a suspicious situation.

You then felt Steve’s presence by your back, making you jolt up in shock. “I will, uh… see you, then?” He pushes his hair back, putting his jacket back on.

With a shocked yet flushed face, your thoughts ran wild with ideas and possible scenarios with Steve. Even if spending time with him didn’t mean a ‘date’, you’d still do it. So, you look up at him and nod. “Sure, no problem.”

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Part 2

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x f!reader #stranger things 4 #steve harrington imagines #joe keery

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Stranger Things

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Word Count: 8.5K

Warnings: Weed, Underage Drinking, SMUT, “Distracted Driving” 😉, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Protected Vaginal Sex, Praise, Fluff, and also Jealous Reader.

A/N: I really didn’t need to write this much, but I did anyway because in a way I’m also living vicariously through this as well 😊. I also think this is the most I’ve written so far, I’m very passionate about my Eddie 😁. May or may not write a part 4 depending on how this does because I’m not sure if the people want a part 4. Enjoy this one though 🥰.

You wake up on Saturday morning and are hit with two realizations. The first being Halloween. The excitement bubbling in your stomach like a little kid. The second being Eddie. A little while after you got home last night, around 9:30, the phone rang. You rushed to answer the line, knowing exactly who it was. Also not wanting your parents to answer the call.

You picked up the phone off the hook, smiling to yourself at his haste to call you not even three hours after your encounter. You obviously don’t mind, you quite love it actually. You leaned against the wall, putting the device to your ear.

“Hello, my sweetheart” so now it’s my sweetheart?

“Hello, my pain-in-the-ass” you laughed, teasing him. “How’d you know it would be me picking up the phone? Could've been talking to my dad.” You giggled at the thought of him calling your dad his sweetheart.

“Well…considering the fact that it’s 9:33, and old people usually are in bed by now, also the fact the phone was picked up pretty quickly” you could hear his smile through the phone when you laughed at his old people comment. “To which I’m guessing someone misses me?” That smug smirk could be detected in his voice of course.

“Don’t flatter yourself hon’.” you rolled your eyes playfully. Truthfully, you do miss him, but who are you to admit that to him when he isn’t even yours?

“Did-” he gasped, “Did you just roll your eyes at me?!”

“Nooo” you drew out, beginning to giggle at the playfulness in his voice.

“Yeah, you totally just rolled your eyes. I could hear them hit the back of your head through the phone!” he mused, the both of you laughing. You’re beginning to think he’s getting to know you too well. It’s like he always keeps you laughing. “Sooo, you know, you left your mixtape in my van”

“Yeah I know, I didn’t realize until I got home” you explained, knowing he would notice the mis-hap with his apparent distaste for your music.

“Did you maybe leave it here on purpose to have an excuse to see me again? You have my number now, I’m just one call away y/n” he is getting a bit cocky isn’t he?

“Sooo full of yourself I see, it was not on purpose, Munson” you retorted, amused. “But, I’m going to a party tomorrow night, wanna come with? I can get my horrible mixtape from you then.”

“I’m not a fan of parties, but since this gorgeous girl has asked me to attend, I shall accept your invitation.”

“Great, uh…do you think you could pick me up for this said party?” you really were asking a lot from him tonight. First the party and now he may or may not be having to drive you both to said party.

“Of course, as long as you don’t play that GOD awful music in my van on the way there” of course he had a condition.

“Ugh, fiiine, I will listen to whatever you want” you promise. You don’t mind his music that much, but he certainly minds yours. You gave him your address (after he had to leave the phone to rummage through his bedroom to find a piece of paper and something to write it down with for quite some time) and after going over it a million times to make sure it was right, you said your goodnights.

“I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart, goodnight baby” he said sweetly into the phone. You may as well have just dropped dead right then and there.

“Goodnight Eddie” you grinned to yourself, feeling butterflies in your stomach, and hanging up the phone. He really does make you feel something, more than anyone else ever has in just this short week. You aren’t one to fall for someone in such a short time, but Eddie is just so perfectly himself, he makes it hard not to. You have certainly not had the best with past relationships, none of them even going past six months. He also makes it hard to not think about him, and wonder to yourself how he really feels about you.

You both haven’t really talked about that? You just assumed he felt the same for you, which in turn leads you to doubt his feelings about you. Is he actually interested? Or is all of this a façade to get into your pants? You’d just have to ask yourself when the time comes. If that's even possible.

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Handing out candy to all the little ones in your neighborhood was something you always enjoyed. As always, the eager ones would start to flood out the streets around 6:30, right before the sun set. You were wearing a costume of your own in preparation for the party you were attending later that night. By now, it was 7:30, and the sun had fully gone down by now. Kids were everywhere wearing colorful costumes under the streetlights of your neighborhood.

One kid in particular caught your eye as he started to walk up your driveway. He was dressed in a large pumpkin outfit, sort of struggling to walk in it. To make matters worse, a group of kids looking to be a bit older behind him shoved him to the ground, face first, and made a show of laughing at him. You hastily place your large bowl of candy on the entrance table next to the front door. As the group of boys walk their way up the sidewalk, you go out your front door to stop them.

“Um, no, turn around, you’re not getting candy here” you tell them sternly. They look up to you, clearly offended.

“Why not?” A boy wearing a werewolf mask asks, as if what they just did to that boy was not evident. You look over to the pumpkin boy, who is gathering the remnant splatter of candy that had split.

“Get lost. I don’t give candy to kids that like to shove other kids on Halloween.” You point for them to leave, rolling your eyes and making your way over towards the kid who was still trying to get all his candy. He was clearly struggling, the pumpkin costume not making it easy.

“Hey, need some help?” you approach sincerely. He only nods as he huffs and puffs from the struggle.

“I love your costume,” you smile up at him as you help him up after collecting all of the candy. You lean in and whisper to him, “I’ll give you extra candy since you were best dressed tonight.” At this, the boy flashes a toothless grin at the news that he was best dressed and he won a prize. You walk with him to your front door to grab the bowl of candy, and grab handfuls on handfuls for the kid.

“Give those boys the middle finger for me if you see them again, okay?” you lean down and smile at him. He thanks you and continues on to collect more candy for the night. Then, you hear a short honk come from the street.

Eddie’s van is parked on your street, and he has his window rolled down.

“Hey there!” he yells across the lawn. “You ready?” He asks with a smile.

“Yup! Just let me update my parents that candy duty is on them!” you smile back and rush into the house.

“Mom! Dad! I’m going out, spending the night at Nancy’s!” After hearing the “okay” from the parents, you quickly rush back out of the house with a coat, not wanting your parents to see you’re really being picked up by an Eddie Munson. You climb into the passenger side of his van, to which he starts the van back up.

“You’re like a princess,” is the first thing he says as you go to buckle your seatbelt and he gets the van moving.

“What?” You laugh at his comment.

“That kid, I saw those assholes shove him when I was pulling up,” he looks over to you, “and then I saw princess y/n tell them off and help pumpkin boy recover from that assholery,” he laughs looking back at the road.

“Well, this princess doesn’t like assholery” you tilt your chin up high.

“The prettiest princess I ever did see.” He lowers his voice, smiling to himself, then smiling over at you as he turns out of your neighborhood. You can’t help but blush at the way he said that. His compliments are what make your stomach do backflips.

“Now, where exactly am I going?” He asks, changing the mood back to a more playful one. Shit. Of course you forgot to tell him where the party was at.

“Oh, you know where lover’s lake is?”

“Yeah, I know a guy who lives there.”

“Well, make your way there and you’ll know which house. It’s supposed to be quite crowded.”

“Great, and I know they aren’t going to play very good music, so speaking of,” he leans forward to mess with the radio. Loud music starts to erupt from the speakers. “Ahhh yes, music,” Eddie sighs out and begins to tap his hands on the steering wheel to the music. At some point, he reaches over to grab hold of your lower left leg, tapping his fingers to the music still. He really can’t sit still while listening to music can he? You let out a slight laugh through your nose at his fidgeting and subtly tilt your leg more into his touch.

“What?” He whips his head to look at you with an amused grin, and just as quickly looking back at the road.

“Nothin, just entertained by the way you can’t sit still listening to this music.”

“Of course, that’s what metal does, you can’t just not move your body. Honestly, I can’t believe you are sitting so still.” He states matter-a-factly.

“Well…metal just might not be my favorite genre.” You say hesitantly. He immediately furrows his eyebrows and looks to you as if you were crazy. Here we go.

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You arrive at the house on lover’s lake, it is as you said, quite crowded. You know you won’t be staying long, but you did want to say hi to a few people, and maybe drink a little bit, maybe even dance a little. You also knew that showing up here with Eddie Munson might be controversial, but you showed up knowing you wouldn’t give a damn.

“You ready?” he makes sure with you as he finally finds a place to park his van. You take off your coat and leave it in the van, showing off your vampire costume. Eddie wasn’t wearing a costume of course, and when you asked why, he told you his costume was “a freak metal head.”

“Yup” you quickly put, and start to exit the van. You both start to walk up to the house, groups of people convened around the front lawn, all wearing costumes and most with red solo cups in hand. The music could be heard from all the way down the street, where you had parked. You enter the house with Eddie trailing close behind, taking in the scene of the crowded space.

How the hell were you supposed to find Nancy in this place?

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie mumbles behind you, “where's the alcohol?” He questions mostly to himself.

“I know, let’s go look.” You grab his hand and lead him through the crowd of moving bodies. Eddie scoots closer to your body, placing a reassuring hand on your hip as you lead him through. You spot Nancy and Steve chatting by the bowl of punch in the kitchen. There were also bottles of liquor and beer spread across the counter, and half drank cups.

“Hey mama Steve,” you smile, patting him on the back from behind, “How are your children?” You question as he whips his head around to see who has asked about his group of children.

“Y/n- oh -I have no idea, I’m surprised they haven’t bothered me for the whole day.” He laughs, taking a step back beside Nancy to add both you and Eddie to the conversation.

“That’s a blessing.” You laugh. “This is Eddie by the way, he’s a friend of mine.” As you say this, Eddie tenses beside you and drops his hand from yours and goes to put them in his pockets as he flashes a friendly smile at Steve and Nancy.

“I’m Steve, as you know, and this is Nancy.” Steve says, flashing a friendly smile back.

“Oh, I’ve heard a lot about you from y/n, Eddie.” Nancy flashes a smile, switching her gaze between you and Eddie.

“So you’ve heard about me?” Eddie raises an eyebrow looking over to you. Of course Nancy had to let that be known, that you've been discussing him.

“Oh of course, she told me-”

“Ha- yeah - Nancy, how are you and Jonathan?” You question, trying to change the discussion onto something else. She noticed the way you called him a friend of yours, the both of you knowing it’s a little more than that.

“Oh, we’re good,” she falters on her words a little bit. You can tell just from the way she said it that they were not the best. You raise your eyebrows at her, knowing she was not telling the truth, at least the whole truth.

“Oh what the hell.” Steve suddenly says, looking past you and Eddie towards the entrance to the kitchen. You all turn in the direction of the disturbance. There stood his children, lined up looking for their mama. Max, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin trailing behind, almost getting lost between two people walking past.

“What are you guys doing here? You should not be here.” He says sternly, in mom mode.

“We need your help with something.” Max tells him seriously. Eddie slides over to the pile of alcohol and grabs two empty solo cups, pouring some of the liquor from one of the bottles into the two cups. He then inspects the punch, making sure it doesn’t look sketchy. After he had decided it was okay to drink, he pours some in both cups along with the liquor.

“Okay, okay, but you guys need to leave, like, right now.” Steve shoos them, walking out with them to make sure they don’t do anything they aren’t supposed to and to help them with whatever they need. Eddie laughs.

“Dustin always talks about him,” he chuckles at Steve being heard yelling at one of them.

“NO, STOP that,” probably at Dustin.

“A man can only be jealous of the hold he has on that kid.” He smiles fondly, handing you the cup. You turn to Nancy, to which she promptly gives you a wink and turns to walk to the crowd of dancing bodies.

“Lets go outside,” you offer, after chugging most of your drink, certainly tasting a lot more of the liquor then you did the punch.

“No, let's dance.” Eddie counteroffers, having drank most of his cup by now as well. You raise your eyebrows at his suggestion. The end of Call Me by Blondie playing loudly in your ears as Eddie pulls you close to him with his left arm, taking a large sip from his cup. This song really isn’t his scene, so you laugh at his dancing to the song. His hand begins to glide down your back, pulling you in between his thigh, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, cup dangling in your hand.

The song changes to Tainted Love by Soft Cell. The crowd yells and claps at the song that has begun to play. You stare up into Eddie's eyes, the music drowning out the singing of the crowd. As you both sway to the music, his hand slides down to grip the skin that was being barely covered under your skirt. You look between his lips and his eyes, realizing you both are so close to each other. He growls and moves his hand up squeezing your ass hard at the seducing look you’re giving him.

He spins you around to face you forward, pulling you flush against him, and leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. He wraps his arms around your lower stomach, keeping you in place to his lower body. You both have your cups in hand, so you chug the last bit of your drink. You grind against him, feeling the liquor go straight to your head.

Don’t touch me please! I cannot stand the way you teeease!

The crowd sings drunkenly loudly along to the song. You, however, are getting hot and bothered.

“You love the way I tease, hm?” Eddie says in your left ear, as if it were a fact. He moves one hand lower, down to your thigh, giving it a squeeze, forcing you to feel the slightest brush of his hard on. Your heavy breathing probably painfully obvious as you move your right hand up to run it through his long hair. He hums in your ear when you bite your lip and give it a tug.

“We’re just friends though, right?” He says softly, letting go, and pulling away from you, forcing you to let go of your hold on him as well as his hold on you. You’re left stunned as your head spins from the loss of contact, making your way to follow him after he passed you to make his way back to the kitchen. He’s quicker than you thought, and makes his way outside where the pool is, throwing his cup among the many other cups in the large trash can. The way he left so quickly made your mind race dizzily, so instead of going with him, you make your way to the kitchen.

You go to get more to drink, kind of upset how he just left you there without a warning. Why did he just up and leave like that? And the friend comment? Once you have time to sit and drink another whole drink -more liquor then punch- you make your way outside after pouring another to find Eddie to discuss what just happened. However, you stop dead in your tracks and your heart drops as you see him on a lounge chair, talking to another girl on the lounge chair beside him, laughing in conversation.

She’s pretty, long ginger hair, a little bit preppy for his style, but either way, you can’t help the rage that comes over you. You don’t know if it was the amount of liquor you had drank, or if this was just true, raw jealousy. Even both. But you found your way marching up to him, dodging people and circling around the perimeter of the pool.

“Oh, hey bud” Bud? At this, you can’t help what comes next. You fly your drink at his face, not really having all rationale there, but a few people look on at the scene. The girl beside him looks at you in disbelief, as does he. The drink not even making it onto his face but more onto his shirt and some of his chin.

“What the hell y/n, what was that for?” He asks, stunned at your behavior, worry lining his face as he sits up and wipes his chin with his hand.

“Take me home. Now.” You say sternly and turn to make your way back through the house. You can feel tears pricking in your eyes because seeing him talk to another girl then proceed to call you bud in front of her just seems like a douchey thing to do. What happened to sweetheart? It’s like he really was just trying to get in your pants. You wipe them away aggressively as you push past the bodies of people feeling stupid. You hear his heavy footsteps come through the sliding glass door as you begin to slide through the crowd of people.

“Y/n wait!” You hear Eddie call through the crowd. No doubt causing a scene. You speed walk, as best as you can, down the stoop and towards the street.

“Y/n” You hear him growl behind you, having to practically chase you through the party.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” He asks, falling into step beside you, watching your face in confusion for a sign as to what went wrong. As if he shouldn’t already know.

“You!” You shout, stopping and spinning towards him with an off balanced wobble. “You left me like that on the dancefloor, then you proceeded to flirt with another girl after saying we were just friends.” You stare up at him, eyes unmoving, slurring your words slightly as they come out.

“And then,” you scoff, “you call me bud and not sweetheart, in front of her as if you weren’t basically just fucking me in that crowd.” He looks at you with a listening stare as he lets you rant about why you were upset. His shirt stained red from the punch you threw at him.

“So take me home, I don’t want to spend another second with another,” you pause thinking of something to say “lame douchebag who only wants to use me to get in my pants.”

He sighs before speaking.

“Okay, one,” he says gesturing his hands around his body to show off the bright red stain on his shirt, “can we agree that you've had a bit to drink?” He says laughing at the situation, and stops when he notices the frown on your face. He raises his eyebrows and steps closer to you.

“...We can agree on that.” You tell him in a low voice, realizing that was probably a shitty thing to do.

“Okay, good, secondly.” He takes a deep breath in and out. “I was not flirting with her, she’s just another one of my clients.” Your heart drops at the knowledge because you started off as one of his clients, tears beginning to prick again in your eyes. You look down at your feet, trying not to cry at the situation in front of you. You felt stupid for causing a scene, but you also felt stupid for catching feelings for him.

“No no no,” he says leaning down and lifting your chin, hearing you sniffle. “Look at me.” He tells you. Your eyes look up at him, tears threatening to spill, you would be so embarrassed if you were not drunk right now.

“You are the only one I want, y/n, and I’m sorry I acted that way, I was just upset you referred to me as a friend when you introduced me to Nancy and Steve. I shouldn’t have done that because we never really talked about it.” He takes a deep breath again, struggling to say what needs to be said. “And…I kinda just assumed you felt the same way about me, but I still doubted it, so when you introduced me that way it kinda… confirmed it.” He shrugged seeing you have calmed down now that he has apologized.

“I forgive you.” You smile, starting to laugh at his confession. Not because it was humorous, but because your doubts are now solved. He literally felt the exact same way you did about the relationship. He laughs with you, happy that you were happy again.

“I shouldn’t have left like that, okay? I don’t wanna see you cry, sweetheart.” He grabs your face with both hands on your cheeks and wipes a tear that had accidentally slipped out. You nod in understanding. More understanding than he knew.

“But, I do not forgive you for staining my white T-shirt,” he looks down at the mess while chuckling. “This will take years for it to clean.” He sighs.

“I’m sorry, it was a bit of an overreaction I guess, I promise I can get that stain out for you.” You laugh at his dilemma you caused. You did feel bad though.

“Promise me you’ll say yes to take you to skull rock and we’ve got ourselves a truce.” He moves both hands on your hips, waiting for an answer with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay,” you smile, still a bit drunk.

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He drove up the road a little to a clearing in the woods, where it wouldn’t be that hard to find the rock. The both of you grab flashlights, and you grab your light coat and head through the forest. You’ve actually been to skull rock quite a few times, and have gotten played every time you’ve gone by guys that have offered to take you. So, you know your way to the site.

“Looks like you know your way around” Eddie comments on you leading the way. “Your little boyfriends bring you up here often?”

“Unfortunately, yes, and I’ve gotten fucked over every time.” You roll your eyes at some of the memories skull rock holds. Your second boyfriend brought you up here to make out, which turned into something more. Long story short, you gave your very first blowjob at skull rock. Two weeks later, he dumped you. His reasoning being “I need to focus on myself”, turns out, he spread a rumor that you let him put it in the back door at skull rock. Great.

The second time you went up there, you were seeing a guy who offered to take you. For some reason, even after your last encounter with your ex, you still went. You guys only made out, but nothing more than that. He got angry when you wouldn’t do anything more, so he then spread a rumor that you also let him do the same thing, which was farther from the truth then your first encounter was.

The third time you made your way to the spot was to smoke and drink with a friend you had made that same year. Nothing special about that visit, it was a fun time, but the friendship you had was not a very long lasting one.

This all happened your sophomore year, you’re surprised you even remember what way to go. Sophomore year sucked.

“Well I’m not gonna fuck you over.” He grabs your hand to help you over a large log. “I promise you that.” He looks at you with sincerity. When you made it to skull rock, you shrieked in drunken excitement.

“There it is!” You exclaim, running as best as possible. You hear him start to run to catch up with you, which wasn’t a difficulty, so when you stopped suddenly and turned around once you reached the rock, Eddie ran right into you. In a quick maneuver, he flipped you both around so he was falling towards the ground. Eddie’s back hitting the ground with you on top of him in a comedic thud and ‘humph’ from him. After a moment of silence, hysterical laughter erupts from you as you place your forehead on his chest.

“Your face!” You exclaim with laughing tears pricking up at your eyes, barely able to get the words out. He begins to laugh at your hysterics as you look up at him, your hair definitely disheveled.

“Oh my god…I’m sorry” You try to stop the laughter, but it continues as you look down at the way he is grinning while admiring the way you look on top of him. Both of your laughter are chiming in unasine now.

“Okay, okay, let's get up, I didn’t take you here just to lay on the ground and laugh.” He says chuckling while sitting up, helping you get up as well. You wipe your tears and grab your flashlight with a ‘whew’, and take a few more steps underneath the rock. He follows behind, standing next to you as you take in the view of the lake behind it. You’ve always loved the view from skull rock, but never got to fully enjoy it. The moon reflected off the water, and you were able to see the lights from the far off houses across the lake. You look over to Eddie, who was also admiring the view.

“So how did you know how to get here?” You ask him, teasing him, and also wanting to find out about past girlfriends.

“An old friend.” You raise your eyebrows at him as if to go on. He looks at you, and laughs.

“Really! We would come up here to smoke.” He pleads, you nod and roll your eyes playfully at his lies. He growls and grabs you by the hips to pull you close rather possessively. His lips immediately attach to your lips in a long, drawn out kiss.

“I promise, it was just a friend, he lives here actually, taught me all I know.” He pulls back, holding one of your hands and swinging it back and forth. The explanation wasn’t exactly needed, but it was nice to have some reassurance.

“It’s okay, I didn’t really care either way.” You smile smally.

“Oh of course you do, you most certainly do after what you pulled tonight!” He points to his shirt again, the both of you letting out small laughs.

“I’m sorry, Eddie, I should-”

“It’s okay, sweety, I shouldn’t have left you there, I shouldn’t have made you feel that way.” He steps closer to you and grabs your cheek with his right hand and glides a thumb along it.

“Now, let’s smoke.” He smiles and goes for his pocket where he kept the joint and lighter. You had sobered up by now as much as possible, so you were ready for some more substance. You both sit on the rock facing the water, as you cup your hands over the joint and lighter to prevent the wind from blowing it out for him. Once he gets it going, he takes a few hits and passes it to you.

“You wanna stay the night at my place?” He asks suddenly. You were planning on staying at Nancy’s, but you were actually hoping you could stay a while longer and extend the night even more with him.

“Of course I do,” you say after a moment of holding the smoke in your lungs, feeling the familiar burn, “I was hoping you would ask, actually.”

“Good, because I have it all to myself,” he smirks at you as you pass, “but I also wanna show you my guitar.” Your cunt flutters around nothing at the thought of what you might do when you’re completely alone at his place. Also getting to watch him play the guitar? Hell yes.

“Mhm, you’ve got to show me my competition.” You say referring to the guitar, smiling as you watch him ghost the smoke. He laughs at your comment, then turns to you, making a motion with his hand to scoot a little bit closer. He blows the smoke he had in his mouth and speaks.

“Shotgun?” He asks, but you’ve never tried it before. You know what it is, and you’ve seen others try it once or twice, but you have never done it yourself.

“I’ve never shotgunned before.” You say looking at him, wanting him to show you.

“Okay, just get ready to inhale the smoke I blow out,” He takes a long drag of the joint, grabbing your chin and bringing it ever so closely to his face, almost kissing you. He holds it and looks from your eyes down to your lips, which are slightly parted to intake the smoke. You're leaned forward, unsure when he’s going to blow out the smoke, until he tilts his head and begins to blow the smoke out. You hesitate for a second, then inhale as much of the smoke as you can. You blow it out while looking up at him as he smiles at the scene. The action made him grow slightly hard through his jeans.

“That was hot,” he laughs. You begin to pull away from his grip on your chin smiling at your success, but his hand slides down to your jaw and encourages you not to do so. He places the joint down beside him and grabs your leg to pull you into his lap. You obliged, and let his hand guide you to straddle him. However, he doesn’t kiss you, but just rubs your back while looking up at you.

“Y/n”

“Eddie?” You say almost in question as to what he is doing.

“I want you to be mine,” he says while slowing his movements up and down your back, seeing the slight shock in your face. “And I want to be together, to take you on dates, and do the cheesy shit with you. I want to show you off to everyone at school because you are Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson's girl.” You smile at his words. “Hell, I even wanna meet your parents.” He says in almost disbelief at his own words that he actually wants to meet your parents knowing full well they wouldn’t approve.

“I know I’m not the best influence, but spending time and getting close to you has made me realize,” he laughs to himself, “that no one has ever made me feel the way you do. So- what I’m trying to say-”

“-Yes- I will be your girlfriend Eddie, I’m yours. And Eddie I feel the exact same way. My parents will love you once they get to know you, and I would love to be Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson’s girl.” You cut him off and smile widely at his rambling about his feelings for you. Eddie grins widely at your words and picks you up suddenly, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck. You squeal at the sudden movement as he wraps your legs around his waist and kisses you deeply with a tight grip on your ass to keep you up. He gives you short kisses all over your cheeks and neck while walking you to the huge wall that holds up the said skull of skull rock. You both giggle at the feeling of being with each other.

His lips move down to your jaw, and pecks turn into sloppy kisses trailing down your neck. You moan when he reaches a certain spot on your neck, he smirks knowing he found your good spot and begins to suck on it. You unwrap one of your hands from around his neck, sliding it down between you. You sneak your hand over his jeans, feeling how hard he’s gotten. He groans against your neck when you begin to palm him through his jeans.

“Alright, we need to go home,” he says, letting go of your neck with his lips. Your hand returns around his neck as he begins to walk with you to the car, still attached to his waist.

“Eddie!” You laugh loudly at the fact that he’s carrying you to the car, forgetting multiple things. “You’re forgetting the flashlights, and the joint, and my coat.” He groans at the fact that you’re right, letting you down so you both can collect your things. Once everything is collected, he grabs your hand and you both make your way back towards the car, laughing the whole way.

You find the car, and both hop into your designated spots. He turns the car on and reverses out of the spot, and puts it back into drive, making his way back to his trailer. He bites his lip as he slides his right hand over your left leg. You lift your left leg up and turn slightly in your seat, knowing you have your skirt on. He practically moans when his hand glides to your inner thigh, feeling the heat coming from your cunt.

He glides his hand up and down your inner thigh, only occasionally taking a glance at you because of the road. You’re looking right at him, and his hand that refuses to go where you want it. You slide your underwear over, and let out a slight moan at the cool air hitting your exposed skin. He looks over quickly to see the cause for the noise, and his mouth hangs slightly open when he sees your exposed entrance.

He then slides his finger through your folds, attention being back on the road. You roll your hips on his fingers, letting him collect your wetness as he teases you more. He leans his arm down slightly to reach your entrance, sliding a middle finger in. You tilt your head back against the door and let out a whimper at his finger slowly curling up into you. His attention being brought back to you for only a few seconds before looking back at the road. In those few seconds, he watched his finger curl up into you as your hole made a slight gushing sound.

You move your hips up and down to entice him to speed up his finger, legs spread wide open for him. You moan and flinch when he takes his finger out and smacks your clit with his hand, playing with your folds before sliding his finger back in. His speed is now faster than before. You lift your skirt up higher to allow him more access and for something to hold onto for your own sake. He then stops, and slides in another finger, continuing back to that same pace.

Your breathing is getting heavier as you can barely compose yourself when his fingers are working like this. You’re getting close, and you can feel that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach starting to form. He elicits a longer, and a lot deeper moan when he leans down slightly in his seat to finger you at a different angle, letting him know you are close.

“Eddie…” You let out breathlessly.

“I know baby,” he reassures, feeling your cunt throbbing around his fingers. He then takes his fingers out, sitting back up and flattening his hand, widely going side to side on your clit. Your legs start to shake as you moan out loudly, the sudden pleasure on your clit knocking the wind out of you. This pushes you over the edge.

“Oh my god!” grabbing onto the seat belt as you scream out, you orgasm as he continues to move back and forth over your clit quickly. He looks over to watch you cum to his fingers.

“Oh my fuck…” He groans watching you come undone from his work.

Your legs begin to close, but Eddie slaps your right thigh from closing, causing it to snap back open. You let out another loud moan when his two fingers begin to curl up into you again. With hooded eyes, you look over to him. His brows are furrowed, and he’s biting his bottom lip quite harshly focusing on the road, but also on the speed of his fingers. He’s also speeding to get home, as you were approaching the turn into his trailer park.

He removes his fingers, and uses his soaking hand to turn into the trailer park, screeching the tires because of how fast he’s going. You sit up, ready to practically run into the trailer. He speeds down the small road, and pulls up rather quickly, having to slam on the brakes in front of his trailer. He looks over to you with a lustful stare and parks the car, effectively turning it off. You both get out at the same time.

He grabs his keys from his back pocket, running up to the door. Struggling to come up from behind him after you just came, you wrap one arm under his shirt, and the other slides over his cock through his jeans. He groans as he fucks with the key, finally getting it open. The door flies open, as he manhandles you, basically dragging you into the trailer. He slams the door shut, and grabs the underneath of your thighs, indicating for you to jump. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist, his lips sloppily kissing you. His tongue slides into your mouth as he walks you to his bedroom.

“I don’t even get a house tour?” You break the kiss, laughing at his eagerness.

“Nope, we can do that afterwards sweetheart.” Flashing a smile, he throws you on the bed. You squeal as you fly backwards, trying to sit up and look around his room, but being cut off by his hot lips attaching back onto yours. He strips your skirt off in a large tug along with your underwear, your vampire vest also being torn off your body. After he throws your vest somewhere, his shirt also comes off, along with his jeans and boxers. You both are exposed now. He begins to lurch towards you, but stops himself to look at you.

“Fuck you look so sexy right now baby,” he takes a step back and admires the way you are sat up on your elbows, with one leg propped up, cunt and breasts exposed for him. You grin at his reaction, looking down at his fully hard cock. You can see the amount of precum leaking from the tip. He was leaking from watching, mostly listening, to you squirm in his passenger seat. He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it while looking down at you, moving forward to kiss down your neck. The trail of sloppy kisses makes their way to your nipples, his head tilting up looking at you to watch as he sucks on your nipples. Your hand glides through his hair, massaging his scalp as he begins to kiss down your stomach. You know where his lips are going, and you’re not sure if you could take anymore, you just want him to fuck you right now.

“Eddie, please just fuck me, I need you-” Before you could finish, he flies your thighs up, rolling you up like a pretzel, and starts to lap at your entrance. You whimper out at the contact. He raises his eyebrows as if to say ‘What was that?’ when he flicks his tongue over your clit. The only thing available to hold onto is the sheets, so that's exactly what you hold onto. It’s like he gets off just to pleasuring you, because when he sucks on your clit like a pacifier and you moan loudly, he groans deeply into you. Suddenly, he cups his hands underneath your ass, and stands up, lips still attached to your cunt. You moan again as your neck and upper back are the only thing touching the bed. Both of your legs are over his shoulders, and he stares up and down as he works figure eights over your clit.

His attention is brought back to your cunt, and he spits on it, sucking on it again. Your back starts to arch into his mouth, and both of your hands fly to his, that are holding you up to his mouth. The moan that you let out is almost pornographic as your legs shake around his head from overstimulation. After he has decided that you’ve had enough, he lets your body drop down to the bed again.

“I needed to watch your face while I was sucking you.” He said with a breathless laugh, and then bent down to his nightstand to grab a condom. You watched as he ripped it open, rolling it onto his cock. You rolled over onto your left side, and tucked your legs up towards your chest as you propped yourself on one elbow. Almost in a fetal position.

“Good, lay just like that sweetheart.” He smirked as he started to run his cock through your folds. Your head tilted up a little bit to watch him slide it into you. Sure enough, he begins to push into you. Eddie grabs your ass with his left hand, and squeezes it tightly, the both of you groaning at the stretch around his cock. His cock starts at a slow pace, and you can already tell this new position hits your spot perfectly. The pace increases only a little bit, and you can hear your wetness engulfing his cock.

“Eddie, faster,” you whine, “pleeaa-” You were about to draw out, but his hips snapped into you sharply, eliciting a gasp. His cock sits still inside you as your mouth hangs open, waiting for him to continue with that same roughness. He looks at you, biting down on his bottom lip hard. And as soon as you nod his hips are snapping into you roughly, moving the bed with a creak each thrust.

His pace is not as fast as it can go, but the sudden roughness makes you moan his name loudly, causing him to moan as well, grabbing your ass harder with both hands now and angling it better to start drilling into you.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well, so perfect,” he groans, speeding up a little bit. His body comes forward, and his cock slips almost all the way out and shoots back in quick thrusts. Your hand comes to the back of his head, gripping his long hair as his cock drills into you. He’s fucking you into the mattress, and the desperate look on his face makes your cunt flutter around his cock. He moans and rests his forehead on yours, looking only at you. This is probably the most close and intimate you both have ever been to each other.

“You fuck me so good, it’s yours…I’m yours.” You tell him, and you can feel his cock twitch at your words, your eyes hooded from the intense pleasure coursing through your body. At your words, he grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulders, and leans back down to put his forehead on yours again. He’s dropping into you, causing a loud, repetitive clapping sound and the sound of the bed creaking rapidly to fill the room.

“All mine,” He groans out, your moan at his words being cut off by each pound into you. You can feel him hitting your spot every thrust, and you throw your head back in pleasure as you can feel yourself reaching your limit. His hand comes up, grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You can tell he’s close by the way his eyebrows are furrowed, and it seemed to make it worse when he looked down at where your bodies were connected. He let out a loud moan.

“Oh my fucking God y/n” Your stomach starts to knot, your orgasm coming on suddenly at his words and your shared gaze at the way his cock is sliding in and out of you. You clench and moan, clawing him as he continues to fuck into you.

“Yes Eddie, fuck!” Your legs shake around his head violently as your orgasm rakes through you, harder than it ever has. You can feel his cock twitch inside you, and he lets out a moan louder than some of yours as he cums inside the condom. The both of you sweaty from the activity. He pulls out, and you whimper at the loss. You watch as he takes the condom off and ties it off, throwing it in his trash can. His body then collapses next to yours, the bed making a dramatic creaking as he lays down next to you.

“I think…,” he starts to say, but is still catching his breath, “I think that was…the best sex I’ve ever had.” You laugh at his comment.

“Eddie you said that last time, babe.” You laugh at the fact that now every time you have sex, it’s going to be the newest best sex ever. He turns to you, sitting up on his forearm to look down at you.

“Did you just call me babe?”

“Yeaaahh?” You draw out in confusion as to what is exactly wrong with that. He smiles down at you.

“I love that.” he leans down to kiss you. The kiss turns into a make out, but a slow one. A kiss that is in no rush to finish. He pulls away, and then realizes something. He gets up, and puts his boxers back on, and then turns to his guitar. Of course.

“Almost forgot.” He smirks at you while grabbing his guitar off the wall, then puts it around him and sits down next to you on the bed.

“Oh yeah, my competition.” You smile and watch as he begins to play a riff. He is clearly skilled, as he said, he’s been playing since he was three years old. Then he starts to play a song.

“What’s this song called?” You ask, curious as to what he’s playing.

“Heaven and Hell, by Black Sabbath.” He turns to you and smiles when he stops playing the riff. You like the way it sounds, and you love that your boyfriend is passionate about something. Boyfriend. Eddie is your boyfriend now. After a few minutes of him playing, you can’t help but ponder the thought out loud.

“I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend now.” You tell him, as you look at him wrapped up in another song that he had started to play. He stops playing again and looks at you. You are still completely naked on his bed.

“What do you mean by that?” He laughs.

“Because.” You start. “I never imagined you as a boyfriend type. I thought you’d be one of those dark brooding guys like ‘I don’t need anyone, I like being completely alone and by myself’” You lower your voice to sound more masculine. He laughs and puts his guitar up as you speak, protesting your claim as he’s coming towards you to lay down on your naked chest and wrap his arms around your waist. Your stomach flutters at his need to be close to you and the way it feels to have his hair grace over your chest, and his hands wrapped around you.

“And come to find out,” you trail your fingers along the skin on his back. “He’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.” He looks up at you with adoring eyes, resting his chin on your upper stomach. “And the hottest,” you smirk down at him.

“And you’re the sweetest and prettiest lady I’ve ever met, y/n.” He hugs you tighter to him and goes back to resting his head on your breasts. You can feel his body begin to get more and more relaxed against you as you run your fingers along his back in a comfortable silence.

Then, you hear the snoring. You laugh to yourself, and go to turn his lamp off in his room, unsure when his uncle is supposed to be back. You find yourself then drifting off to sleep as you lay down, still rubbing his back gently.

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

Episode 17: Holey Moley

Ray Manchester was not an intelligent man. Or at least, no one ever claimed he was.

He had street smarts, the knowledge to beat any guy who crossed him to a pulp, and a fiancée who claimed he had his moments of intelligence. Still, on the whole, his employees would say that he was a doofus. Famously so.

Therefore, when he herded them to Junk-N-Stuff, they weren't surprised when a grumpy, tired, old delivery man dropped off a shrouded painting. Ray's new baby and the second most beloved thing in his life. The first was (y/n), of course, who raised her eyebrows at the grotesque picture because she hadn't imagined anything so big when he'd said he wanted a portrait of his team.

And what's more, he wouldn't let anyone see it until they got it down to the Man Cave when it could be displayed for all to marvel at, so that's what they did.

In a long struggle that the hero didn't lift a hand to help, Schwoz (y/n) and Charlotte lifted the painting into the elevator, grumbling about how heavy the damn thing was and how he'd threatened to kill them if it got snagged or bumped.

Finally, it was in, so all they had to do was get it back out again once they'd descended, which was easier said than done with a cack-handed, heavy-footed idiot guiding them, who for the entire trip down refused to take his hand off his sweet girl's butt.

"Lift with your backs! Always lift with your back and your neck!" He advised them as they came out of the elevator carefully. Schwoz was out first after Ray, and then Charlotte and (y/n) took the other side, uniting their strength since the younger girl couldn't hold the picture on her own. Why their boss couldn't help was a mystery, and her arms were beginning to tire, much like her friend's patience with her lover.

"What does that even mean?"

"Doofus, you're meant to lift from the knees, not your back!" The girls complained as they shuffled out of the elevator and ignored whatever poor advice the man had to give. No way were they going to tear a muscle or slip a disk for him.

"We're here on a Saturday morning for this?"

"Keep your core as loose as possible!" Whatever Charlotte had to say, Ray ignored it because he had two things to worry about; his beautiful painting, which promised to be perfect, and his precious girl, who he'd promised not to go overboard. Something simple, elegant and understated; a masterpiece that would match their decor and not insult her eyes whenever they had to look at it. So, being a simple, elegant and understated man, he went with that theme and tossed it in the trash.

"Don't tell me what to do with my core," Schwoz hissed and placed the painting on the floor before his spine snapped. Ray could hang it wherever he liked, but he'd finished for the day. That man was so ungrateful, and he felt that (y/n) would scold him for being annoying.

"Am I gonna have to do this thing myself?" Ray asked indignantly, hand on his hips as he frowned at the trio. His sweet girl would never frown back—not much anyway, not when he looked so cute in his little zip-up hoodie—but his helpers were very unimpressed. Did he not see them breaking their backs for some dumb thing that he claimed to be a modern-day Michelangelo?

"Yes!" "Go ahead!" They said enthusiastically, ready for a break. As if Ray would give them one.

"Well, I don't wanna. Now, take off the sheet so I can see it!" He commanded, earning a few more grumbles since he was barking so many orders and rudely. Schwoz and Charlotte looked at (y/n), hoping for her to say something because she was the only one Ray would listen to, but she was way ahead of them.

"A please would be nice, Raymond. Manners cost nothing," she chastised him, and to the others' satisfaction, he looked down in shame for a second. Her motherly scolding always worked because he never wanted to be anything but the perfect lover in her eyes. They pulled away the cotton sheet covering the painting as he humbled himself.

"Dear god above..." (y/n) breathed out, not knowing what to say, good or bad. It was...interesting, very over-the-top, very abstract, very...Ray. To her embarrassment and slight repulsion, the scene depicted a stormy sea with dark clouds and a shining moon beaming its light down onto the subjects of the oil painting.

They just happened to be Ray, drawn as a centaur from Ancient Greek mythology; half man, half horse with a lightning bolt in his hand as his hooves reared above a shoreline rock.

In front of him was (y/n), drawn like a Grecian Goddess in a flowing white dress and her hair curled and pinned in an elegant updo from a bygone age. Her hand was trailing his chiselled abs as she wistfully looked over her shoulder across the raging sea, clearly the beautiful lover of the epic hero.

Around them, and she swore this was the worst feature, were Jasper, Henry, Charlotte and Schwoz, flying through the air since they were meant to be angelic cherubs. And if that wasn't weird enough, they each had an electric guitar and seemed to be cheering for their holy leader as he bathed in the moonlight for some reason.

Oh god, she couldn't stare at this for the rest of their lives; it would have to be thrown on a bonfire because it was tacky, ridiculous and distasteful - Ray to a tee.

"Turn it on, please," he went on, remembering his manners this time. Schwoz looked unsure; he'd seen (y/n)'s horrified expression turn to confusion and didn't want her to know that the painting had a hidden feature that would worsen her hate. But the boss had given his orders, so Charlotte flicked the hidden switch. Schwoz was right—it did get worse.

A high-pitched squeal came from the back of (y/n)'s throat, so high that probably only dogs could hear it, and she wasn't aware that it was coming from her; all she could think about was how excessively hideous the painting was now that the sky and moon were illuminated from hidden wiring behind the canvas as the golden frame twinkled, and not only that. Ray's eyes flashed red, and a halo appeared above Goddess (y/n)'s head, depicting her as his guardian angel in a symbolic gesture that was sweet yet embarrassing.

"Best two hundred thousand dollars I ever spent," Ray sighed, looking at his painting with pride and adoration. It was everything he'd asked forward; his followers were surrounding him, the legendary hero, and his sweet girl looked every bit as pure, beautiful and regal as she did in real life—the only one he'd want if he were set to rule a kingdom after a long and bloody battle.

"Whoa!"

"Did he say two hundred thousand?! Please, tell me he didn't say two hundred thousand!"

"How much?" His helpers and lover exclaimed, blinking when he let the extortionate price slip from his lips. It was a masterpiece; they didn't come cheap, and he knew they loved it. How could they not?

"Eh, you got me. It was three hundred thousand!" The man pretended to whisper, but they all heard him clearly, including (y/n), who wasn't sure if he was fibbing or telling the truth. If it did cost that much, she would indeed be having a heart attack in the next hour because that was a decent chunk of their crimefighting budget blown on something she now firmly hated. Or maybe he'd dipped into their savings a bit, too; did he not know they were saving for a wedding?

"Ray, please tell me you're joking," she said nervously, walking over to grab his hand and look him in the eye. She trusted him, but it wouldn't hurt to make sure.

"Aw, you're so cute, darlin'," Ray grinned and pinched at her cheek as he took in her serious face. She had nothing to worry about; he had everything under control, and they were financially sound, so after kissing her cheek firmly but sweetly, he looked at the wall next to the elevator and decided it was the place for his prized painting to go. "Now, let's hang this beast of a masterpiece!"

"Does it have to go there? I mean, not that I don't like it, sweetheart, but—" the woman said hesitantly as her doofus left her side and took a hammer and large iron peg to the wall. It would have to be sturdy to hold the colossal frame, and whilst she didn't want to upset him, she didn't fancy seeing that horror every time she came down from the sprocket, when they were making out on the couch, or heading out for a mission.

"Hammer strike!" Ray yelled, bringing the wooden mallet down on the metal peg to make the first chip. He was listening to her, of course, but wanted to get started as he did the listening thing.

However, when the hammer made the first dent, something mysterious happened; the rock crumbled like sand, revealing a cavity in the wall that led to a strange and ancient tunnel. Ray stepped back in wonder and worry, looking at his sweet girl as if he'd done something wrong and needed her comfort, but she was just as stumped as he was.

Gingerly taking a few steps forward with Charlotte and Schwoz, the four of them curiously peered into the hole and observed the long, shadowy tunnel, complete with stalagmites and stalactites and wispy cobwebs. They hadn't realised that a tunnel connected to the Man Cave.

"Call Henry... On the phone," Ray instructed his helpers dramatically, which earned him a few weird looks, but they understood the message. He refused to let them get any closer because they couldn't go off galavanting without his young sidekick to experience the fun. That was why he was shielding (y/n) from the darkness of the shaft because he wanted to wait for everyone to arrive, certainly not because he was protecting her from the unknown horrors lurking around the bend.

Rolling her eyes at her boss' apparent behaviour, Charlotte took out her phone and looked for Henry's contact. From the way he dragged his curious fiancée away from the "danger", he wasn't exactly being subtle, but (y/n) didn't mind, not when he smothered her with distracting kisses instead; again, Charlotte rolled her eyes, waiting with the dialling tone for her friend to pick up before she was sick.

"Hey, Charlotte. What's up?" Finally, he answered.

"Okay, so Ray wanted me to call you—"

"Don't tell Henry! It's a surprise! Tell him to bring bagels!"

"Tell Henry to get here now! Tell him to hurry up, or you can tell him about the painting!" Schwoz and Ray shouted, spooking her into silence as they gave her arbitrary commands. The cave news was secret until he came to see it for himself. He needed to hurry up before they all died from curiosity, or Ray died from watching his sweet girl venture off alone. But, of course, she could brag about the god-awful painting; that was the whole point of it.

"Did you get any of that?" She wondered if any of their jumbled orders made it through the speaker clearly for her friend to comprehend.

"They want me to come to work with a painting of bagels?" Henry repeated what little he'd heard, which had only been about Schwoz feeling hungry and Ray wanted to show off. It left the boy confused since he'd never been given such a strange task before work, and it sucked to end the laser tag match between him, Jasper and his dad for something so random.

"Just get down here, okay?" Charlotte told him before hanging up, trying to convey that what was going on was a lot more serious yet fun than something dumb painting—something someone should've told Ray. It was as if the man couldn't decide what to focus on; his lover, the artwork, or the tunnel, so he settled for a routine of glancing at each, although only once got frequent kisses to the forehead as a muscly around wrapped around her waist.

"Schwoz. I want every inch of these tunnels scanned and mapped out before we go in. To be on the safe side," he said to the genius, who nodded and gave a quiet "aye" before walking off to go and get the necessary equipment.

His order made Charlotte look at him curiously because nearly all the time she had known him, the girl had never considered Ray Manchester a cautious man. Usually, he was the first to go charging in head first, going where no man had been before because he had to be the best; first place in everything.

But as he turned to smile at (y/n), she understood his caution. Yeah, he showed her the painting and bragged about it a little bit, but even then, he did so quietly, lost in her attention as she listened with the patience of a saint. He didn't want to go in because that would mean leading her blindly into danger, and the best husband didn't leave his beloved wife to face creepy crawlies and ghouls for the sake of exploring.

No, he was going to wait for his handyman to map out where they could go and where they couldn't; it was safer that way, and he wouldn't have it any other way where his precious girl and, secretly, his family were involved.

Maybe Ray Manchester was an intelligent man, after all.

Henry stepped out of the elevator, followed closely by Jasper, who technically Ray didn't invite to come, but as Captain Man's most loyal fanatic, he came down anyway. Laser tag was fun, but whatever had caused such a stir was better; hell, the trip was worth seeing the hideous painting, which continuously glowed while Schwoz had been busy piloting his drone.

The boys thought it was fantastic--probably a testosterone thing--and they grinned as they took in the epic scene, grimacing when they also saw its owner kissing his future wife.

"All right, what's the surp--hey man, your painting came?! That looks sick!" Henry exclaimed, ignoring how his eye twitched for a second as his boss ate (y/n)'s face. He could see the genius across from them, doing something with some VR goggles and remote control, but paid no attention to it. The artwork was better.

"Whoa! Am I a floating baby angel?" Jasper asked happily, seeing himself immortalised on the canvas as one of the guitar-playing cherubs.

"Playing guitar!" Ray noted with a smirk, his arm wrapped snuggly around his sweet girl as she rolled her eyes. Only her doofus could combine neoclassicism with modern abstract themes.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! Ray's painting is amazing, but that's not important right now. What's important is--tunnels!" she told the boys, feeling smug when they returned a confused expression. They had no idea what she was going on; they didn't know that Charlotte ran along with Schwoz's drone for some reckless solo exploration, despite the adults' protests, nor that Ray thoroughly planned to explore the entire system once Schwoz created a map. They knew nothing, only that the couple were excited for some reason.

"Hmm?"

"Tunnels!" Ray reiterated in a silly, high-pitched voice before removing his arm from his lover's shoulders so he could show his sidekick and helper. "Check this out, you guys!"

"Whoa..."

"Wow!" Henry and Jasper breathed out as they turned to see the gaping hole in the wall, leading to god knows what. It was mysterious and a tad weird, considering that no one knew about tunnels in the Man Cave to have tunnels before, so Henry shared his boss' excitement; Jasper, however, was a little sceptical. Had he stopped playing laser tag for this?

"What's so exciting about tunnels?" he asked, imitating Ray's voice, much to his quick anger. This kid, honestly, what did his sweet girl see in him?

"Get out! Just leave if you're gonna ruin this!" he snapped, causing Jasper to pale at his boss' sudden outburst. (y/n) rolled her eyes and settled her hand on the man's shoulder to remind him to calm down. If Jasper didn't see the thrill in uncharted tunnels, they'd have to show him, not bully the poor kid, who floundered to apologise to the man-child leader.

"But I was just asking you about--"

"So, we were just gonna hang that sick painting of me and (y/n), right?" Ray said to Henry, ignoring whatever Jasper had to say, much to the boy's annoyance. The woman gave him a sympathetic look and glanced at the painting; god, it was awful, but it was her fiancé's tribute to them as a couple. "But when I went to hammer the spike into place, this hole opened up and--tunnels!"

"Wow..." Henry grinned and poked his head into the cavity to try and see down the shaft," where does it go?"

"The question is, Henry. Where does it go?" Ray repeated, trying to sound intellectual, even though he was merely saying the same thing as Henry. Intonation had nothing to do with it, but Ray's temper rose again when his most annoying helper tried to highlight that.

"That's what he said--"

"Strike two, buddy!" he said firmly, holding up two fingers that made Jasper knit his eyebrows together. What would happen on his third strike? He didn't know why Ray forced him to play some childish, time-out game, but a shrug from (y/n) told him not to worry; after all, everyone knew that she was the true boss of the Man Cave. No one else could bring Captain Man to his knees the way she could, even if he were the respected leader.

"Schwoz is figuring out where it goes right now. He's got a drone in there mapping it all out," she explained, unaware that as she spoke, Ray looked down at her fondly and kissed the top of her head before he realised what he was doing. Sometimes, the urge was too strong, but Henry and Jasper ignored it, diverting to watch Schwoz piloting his drone, albeit with smirks on their faces.

"Wow, there's a lot more tunnels than I thought--" Henry noted, glancing at the screen next to the genius, which showed lots of red squiggles across a residential map. Each squiggle represented a tunnel, some of which were dead ends, but others went on for miles and miles and miles, as Schwoz was about to tell them.

"Look out! The drone is coming back!" he shouted, and the group near the tunnel entrance pulled back to allow the whirring device to float back into the main room. Ray's arms encircled his girl's waist, keeping her close to his warm body, leaving her gently smiling as Schwoz collected the drone like an eagle returning to a falconry master.

"Good girl," he told the machine strangely, bringing a few puzzled looks from his friends as they gathered around, but they let it slide. It was one of those Schwoz things they'd all learned to accept.

"I think that's Swellview," Jasper said as he studied the tunnel map on the screen. The tunnels were fascinating, but he was more curious about the streets above them; one that looked like the one where he went to school, the one with his favourite pizzeria, and the one where he lived. There could be no doubt that the squiggles ran underneath the entire city.

"Ugh--strike three! Where'd that hammer go?!" Ray grunted and trained as he heard the boy's brilliant but irritating deduction. He didn't care if he was right; Jasper's should be seen but not heard, or preferably not seen, so the man reverted to whatever sport-like game he was playing, although the rules didn't make much sense.

"Doofus, wait! I think Jasper's right!" (y/n) gasped, calling out for her lover as he stomped off to retrieve his mallet. Squinting at the monitor, she discovered that those streets were undoubtedly similar to the ones they walked every day. It was confirmed when Schwoz changed it to an actual map of Swellview with the tunnels overlaying in blue.

"He is! The tunnels run underneath all of Swellview," Schwoz nodded, gesturing to the board so everyone could see that the boy, infamous for being a dunce, was correct for the first time in his life.

With a smug smile, he turned to Ray, arms folded and face set in stone as he waited for an apology from his now silent boss. The man looked sheepish, and his fist clenched around the hammer he'd lowered from above his head, ready to strike; he hated being wrong, but the kid had him against a wall, threatening him with the wrath of his sweet girl if he didn't give in.

"Two and a half," he conceded, giving the boy a sour face for making him look like an idiot.

"There's no such thing as a half strike," Jasper stated, making (y/n) roll her eyes as he ripped the argument open again. It was like he wanted her doofus to be pissed off by walking into it repeatedly - Captain Man did not like insubordinate weirdos who'd haunted him from the day they'd met.

"Now, you're back to three, chief! One more strike, and you're in the penalty box!"

"What sport is this?" the boy cried, confused by all the strange rules. Why was it four strikes and not three? Where did the penalty box come into it? This wasn't football, and the teen felt that Ray was making it up as he went along, so he did the only thing he could.

He turned to (y/n) and used his best cute Curly puppy-dog eyes to come and save him from her big, bad, bullying lover.

"Leave him alone, Ray. And give me that before you hurt yourself or someone else," she told him firmly, pulling the hammer from the hero's hand, albeit with some residence that earned him a daring glance. She gave him her hand in replacement, which he gladly held as they returned to the monitor, studying the tunnels after a split-second respite to lock lips.

"These tunnels..." Henry mentioned, ignorant to his lovesick boss and friends behind him, " they run under my house, school, all fourteen locations of Nacho Ball..."

"So, who built these things?" Jasper asked, wondering who would go to the trouble of digging so many tunnels, so well that no one noticed. Maybe it was one of those things that had happened centuries ago, as if the passing of time left them forgotten and disused as people stayed above ground, never thinking about what could be beneath them.

"The question is, who built these things?" Schwoz reiterated that much like Ray had done earlier, trying to sound cool when all he was doing was repeating, as the best friends shared a tired look.

"And the answer is...I don't care! Let's take a tunnel to Nacho dang Ball!" Ray replied, throwing caution to the wind now that Schwoz had confirmed that no Oogie-Boogies lurked around the corner. He held on to (y/n)'s wrist tightly and pulled her excitedly toward the tunnel's entrance, Jasper and Schwoz closely following them as they whooped happily.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" However, Henry was not so animated. As he watched the others hurry, slowing down only for the heroine to deposit the hammer on a workbench, he had a thought.

"What? What? What?!" Ray asked tiredly, sighing at how he'd had to stop short before even stepping foot in the unknown territory. It was safe as far as he knew; that meant he was free to take his beloved fiancé to Nacho Ball and buy whatever her tummy desired, as per his tradition, whenever they went to the fast food joint. So, Henry telling him to wait was unthinkable, appalling, and downright rude, considering they'd already waited for him.

"Guys, we can't just go running into tunnels! I mean, we don't know who built these things or who could be hiding inside. (y/n), I'm surprised that you're going to let Ray drag you in there!" the boy exclaimed and gave the woman a disapproving eye that rolled off her like water on a duck's back.

"Nothing came up on the drone's scans. And hey, people are always telling me to live a little, so this is me living!" she replied, brushing away his comments since he'd been calling her an eighty-year-old woman trapped in the body of a thirty-two-year-old from the day they'd met. He'd told her to enjoy her youth and go out instead of staying home and working in the company of teenagers and a man-child. Now that she wanted to do something fun, he was telling her off.

Rude.

"Y'know, where's Charlotte?" the boy asked, feeling one-sided, so he looked for his calm and rational friend, who'd been notably absent in the few minutes he'd been at work."If Charlotte were here, she'd be crossing her arms and saying; mmmm, I don't know about this, guys. And then, (y/n) would generally agree with her like, yeah, Charlotte is so right. Ray, stop being a doofus and kiss me--"

His silly, mocking voice got him a pointed stare from the woman, who opened her mouth to argue against his words. She did not sound so...Karen-ish and resented how he so accurately predicted one of her interactions with her lover, which was annoyingly true to how she scolded him - affectionately and warmly with no real telling off at all.

"You guys!" But she never got to snap back, not when a very excited, almost rampaging Charlotte poked her head from the cavity with her arms full of takeout food, "These tunnels go to Nacho dang Ball! Come on!"

"Or she'd say that," Henry murmured, shocked by the girl's sudden appearance and disappearance. He'd never seen her so unhinged and carefree. He took a moment to overcome the shock as Ray grinned, pushed his sidekick to the side, and pulled his equally giddy girl along with him. They and Schwoz and Jasper disappeared into the underpass, and Henry scrambled after them.

He wasn't missing this for the world.

The tunnels were creepy. Really creepy. (y/n) wasn't sure if she liked them as her doofus pulled her down one route and another.

It was dark, understandably, with worms falling from the ceiling to make her jump if the hanging vines didn't when they felt like a dirty hand on her shoulder. The air was earthy and damp, the ground beneath her feet solid but squishy, and at times the walls felt very close as they oozed water raining from the surface.

She stuck close to Ray's side, not liking how she suddenly developed slight claustrophobia as the excitement dulled on the brief journey from restaurants to theme parks.

There were roots, too; they seemed to hold the mud around them stable, which the heroine decided was worth tripping over every five seconds, but dirty knees weren't what bothered her. She could swear that gleaming eyes were watching their every move in the holes, nooks and crannies that lined the tunnels or even right behind them.

Maybe her nerves and the unconscious fear stemmed from humanity evolving to live on the Earth and not beneath it, but her tummy felt funny. And it wasn't from the mountain of Nacho Ball Ray bought her.

"This underground air is great for my skin!" Schwoz noted as they walked from their last fun-filled stop. It must've been (y/n); no one else seemed bothered by the spookiness of the tunnels, so ignoring her anxiety, she agreed and continued hugging the elephant plushie that her fiancé won for her at Six Poles Over Swellview.

"Yeah, I was gonna say that. You look great!"

"I know!" Schwoz said smugly, stroking his smooth cheek as he marvelled at how the close, stagnant air gave him a free facial.

"I could not have been more wrong about these tunnels!" Henry chuckled as he sauntered next to Ray. The latter obtained a free, comically large Stetson and two stickers for doing his bit for society after popping up at a county vote. His hand slipped into (y/n)'s back pocket, keeping it there as they strolled since he thought her ass was one of her fifty-best features and loved to remind her of that.

"You were so wrong!"

"I was! I was wrong!" the boy agreed with his boss, although he floundered upon seeing where his hand was. No matter how much she swatted him, Ray wouldn't budge, so (y/n) gave up trying in the end.

Oh, well. It was much better to focus on how happy Ray was after winning her the elephant anyway, especially since all the other boyfriends tried and failed to impress their dates at the water gun shooting range. And, of course, being Captain Man had nothing to do with his prowess or arrogance as the stallman proclaimed him the victor.

"It takes no time to get anywhere when you're going in a tunnel!" Jasper grinned, recalling how they completed their city spree in the remainder of the morning since they didn't need to worry about stop lights, traffic or other people.

"Yeah, if we took surface streets, we never would have made it to Nacho Ball, Six Poles Over Swellview, the movies, and another Nacho Ball," Charlotte said dreamily, recounting all of the adventures they'd had in such a short space of time.

"Plus, Ray voted!" (y/n) added proudly, looking back at her doofus, who hated leaving the Man Cave and didn't understand politics, so getting him to the polls in person was tricky. With the excitement of the tunnels, however, he found the process much easier and enjoyed the reward of a kiss.

"Twice! In the same election," the man replied, glancing at his stickers briefly as he remembered the officials not noticing the same goofy man coming and going twice. It had been a wild ride, and he was grateful they'd experienced a carefree, entertaining morning together where they could relax and not work. He was even more thankful that he'd had the opportunity to do everyday couple things with his sweet girl, like eating way too much fast food, going on the love boat ride at Six Poles, and making out for the entirety of the movie.

"And guys, it's not even noon!" Henry reminded them. Underground, day and night didn't exist, so it felt strange to emerge in the city again to discover that only fifteen minutes had passed since their last activity. It was so unbelievable that no one noticed their surroundings--or who was watching; they were too concerned about their incredible find.

"We should stop calling these tunnels and start calling them funnels! Am I right?! 'Cause, of how much fun they are!" Schwoz laughed, raising his hand as if he were taking a vote, only no one was in favour. His suggestion was cringy, and the boys looked at him weirdly as he did, which left the girls to cautiously and curiously peer around the cavern.

It started when a draught of air passed their ankles, and it was cool enough to make them shiver and look in the direction it came. That's when they saw it. It wasn't a lot, just a flash of some unknown creature, but enough for them to grow concerned as the black sliver disappeared further into the tunnel. Some might have ruled it down to their imagination, a shadow born from the creepiness of the place, and carried on their merry way, but the girls couldn't ignore what they'd seen.

Shadows don't make noises when they creep, and nor do they leave footprints.

"Uh, Ray?" (y/n) mumbled worriedly and tugged on her lover's sleeve as Charlotte took a few hesitant steps down the shaft - where the shadow went. He paid no attention, too caught up in Schwoz's stupid pun shit to hear her fearful voice, and her sleeve tugging caused him to wrap his arm around her shoulders; it was a comfort, but nothing more. Not the support she wanted as they started walking again towards it.

"All I know is that there is absolutely no downside to these tunnels."

"None!"

"At all!" Henry and Jasper quickly and wholeheartedly agreed with their boss, throwing their heads back with joy as they celebrated their find. Ray didn't think anything of it when his pretty girl glued herself to his side; the tunnels were cold, and her t-shirt wasn't doing much to stop that, so he made a mental note to give her his sweater around the next corner, but--.

"GUYS!" Charlotte snapped harshly, and the boys wondered what she was so bossy about as they entered the next clearing, only to stop dead in their tracks at what they found.

The laughter died as they entered, forming a huddled group. Ray stopped their movements and glared at the scurrying, whiskered creatures gathering in front of them. He tugged (y/n) behind his back, distrustful of those imps and everything they'd ever done to make their lives miserable, but she wanted to see. She was a superhero too.

They had dirty, brown fur from the crowns of their heads to their navels, where the dense hair gave way to ragged knee britches made from hessian. Long, pale shin bones ran to dirty feet that replaced shoes with a small fur lining that revealed pointed toenails half the length of their sharp claws.

Weak eyes narrowed, and pointed snouts curled upwards to show animalistic snarls at the intruders, who had so rudely intruded on their home. Amongst them, one wore a small tiara glittered in the dim light of the candles, but there was nothing royal about these beasts.

"Mole people!" Schwoz gasped as he instantly recognised the creatures as they gathered in their dozens. How could he not recognise them? They'd haunted the Man Cave for years and even managed to blow two up, which still embittered Ray a month later.

"Oh, look. A downside..." (y/n) gulped and hugged her elephant and doofus tight. They were hilariously outnumbered, and those tunnel-digging claws looked sharp, so the group felt trapped as the Mole People cornered them. Honestly, this was why she preferred to stay at home; she'd never once been hounded by snivelling rodents whilst binging her favourite romcoms, kissing her fiancé and eating pizza.

"Looks like a bunch of Mole People, dude," Henry hissed in Ray's ear as if the man couldn't see what was in front of him. He stared at the creatures in shock, disgust and fear, marvelling at their existence because he'd written them off for most of his life as bedtime stories. How wrong he'd been.

"It is a bunch of Mole People. The same ones that blew up the Man Cave," the hero replied, glaring at the horde who'd destroyed his home. Granted, he'd been partially at fault too, but he wouldn't admit that not when he could blame them.

"Yeah, but that was only one Mole Guy, doof. This is, like...a bunch of Mole People," (y/n) whispered, eyeing each Mole as they waited for something. She didn't know how to describe them; were they a pack? A herd? A flock? A school? A labour? She knew Ray did not like them, which was a mutual feeling.

"Mole People are everywhere!" the head Mole declared, the one in the tiara and long, hessian skirt, in a squeaky, aggressive voice that caused her companions to squawk their agreement. Their incessant squeaking made shivers run through the team's bodies; no one knew if they would attack, given that they didn't look too thrilled to have visitors.

"My mom always said that Mole People would sneak into my room at night if I didn't eat my dinner," Jasper told his friends quietly, recalling how the creatures were part of Swellviewian legend but nothing concrete. Just another nightmarish tale to make children behave like the Bogeyman or Krampus.

"She's right. We do."

"Seriously?" Charlotte and the others gasped as the Mole Leader confirmed Jasper's story, making them think about how many times a Mole Person could've crept into their house without anyone knowing. That knowledge alone was enough to rile Ray up.

"Look!" he started, standing taller as he shielded his lover and family and met the eye of the head Mole, "I don't care what anybody does in Jasper's bedroom. What I do care about is your Mole People are in our tunnels. Now, get out of here!"

"Your tunnels?"

"Yeah!" the man nodded as the tiara-wearing Mole scoffed at his self-centred assumption that their home was free and up for grabs because it was quiet, dusty and next to his Man Cave.

"Our Mole Fathers dug these tunnels centuries ago!"

"Well, we found them hours ago. So, that means they're ours!" Ray replied rather meanly, causing his sidekicks to cringe since he was acting like a total gunch. (y/n) didn't fancy getting in a fight with the Mole People, not when they already looked bizarre and creepy, so she reached out to pull her lover back and apologise to the sand scurriers for getting in their way when Schwoz opened his big mouth.

"Yeah, 'cause that's how America works!" he sneered at the Moles, and the others immediately reacted to his embarrassing faux pas. They stuttered out apologies, promising that most Americans didn't think like that anymore and wanted to move on before Schwoz the idiot said anything else rude and uncalled for. He was technically trying to excite his boss, and as a foreigner, he didn't understand how inappropriate his poorly placed history was, but that wasn't what upset the Moles.

"Get out of our tunnels!" the Mole Queen cried, ignoring the funny little man's words to get rid of them at once. She had every right to tell them to go away; after all, they were there first, but Ray didn't see it that way. Her exclamation was challenging, and he took off his comical Stetson as she glared.

"What if we say no?" He asked defiantly and gave the hat to Jasper before taunting the Moles. "What are you gonna do about it, Hairy Underwood?"

"Well, I could tell you, but I'd rather leave you in the dark!" the queen cried, her sugary voice turning sour as she lifted her arm to signal her command. Instantly, the candles and lanterns extinguished, plunging the tunnels into pitch blackness that left the Man Cave team screaming in panic as fur brushed against their arms and legs in a stampede that made them question what was happening.

A fight broke out; (y/n) didn't know whose hand grabbed hers, but it was too rough and forceful to be her doofus. Hence, she punched in that direction, hitting something soft and squishy as another body collided with hers. Ray was lost in the crowd, hearing Henry and Jasper scream as he wrestled with something until Charlotte had the bright idea of turning on her PearPhone's torch. It wasn't much light but enough for them to see what was happening.

Henry gasped as he saw the Mole on top of his head, repeatedly trying to get it to cave in as he looked down to see (y/n) hugging his leg like a limpet, holding on tight since she'd sworn that it felt much more prominent in the dark, much to her embarrassment. Schwoz had climbed onto Charlotte's lap with his legs swung across hers, which caused her to grimace as he cosied up to her. And Ray...he was fighting bravely--against the wrong side.

"Why...won't...you...die?!" he grunted with each swing of the elephant plush that his precious girl dropped in the kerfuffle. He'd trodden on it at one point and picked it up to use as a weapon against the lump he bumped into--that lump being Jasper, who was lying on the floor and taking every pathetic hit from his confused boss.

"Stop hitting me!" He snapped, and Ray recoiled as he recognised his face. No snout, claws, and fur--that was a Jasper, not a Mole, so he quickly stopped hitting and helped the boy up. "Oh...sorry. Your face is very Mole-like in the dark."

"Get off me! (y/n), you're not helping this situation!" Henry groaned as he shook the Mole off his shoulders after a small struggle and looked down at the crouching woman with a raised eyebrow. Was his leg that comforting?

"I...thought you were Ray?" she said nervously with an embarrassed laugh, which Henry returned with a slightly sick look as he helped her to her feet. If the lights hadn't come on, what would she have done? That didn't bear thinking, and he quickly started pushing her towards her lover before she began to hug anywhere else.

"Please, never say that again," he murmured, and they merged with the group, (y/n) returning to Ray's side as he glanced at her and the kid to ensure they were okay. His hand trailed her cheek, and she nodded twice to tell him that apart from a few bumps and bashes, she was unharmed and eager to turn her phone torch on.

"What is wrong with you?!" Charlotte angrily asked Schwoz, who, unlike the woman, refused to budge from his limpet-like state and stayed sitting on the girl's lap.

"I'm afraid of the dark," he replied sheepishly and stared at his phone as it illuminated the space and chased the darkness away. Schwoz felt so shy that he didn't see Ray return the elephant to (y/n), who blushed in the shadows when he delicately kissed her knuckles to soothe his heart; she was alright, he could see her again, and his prize for her was still cute and squishy if a little dusty.

"Well, there's light now!" the girl snapped, referring to the beams coming from everyone's phones that showed the tunnel in its entirety and the Mole People huddled on one side of the room.

"Sometimes it's just nice to be held," Schwoz smiled, appreciating the feel of someone's arms around him since he had never received many hugs. God knows his lady action was few and far between. However, his crawling need for attention was too much for Charlotte to handle when his face buried into her neck as if they were recreating a Ray-(y/n) couch-special, so she pushed him off her lap with a firm shove.

"All right! Time to mash up some guacamole-y!" Ray growled, annoyed that the Mole People had tricked him like that, possibly endangering his family and the light at the centre of it--his sweet girl. That was unacceptable for him, and he stormed forward to grab the first freak he could and snap it in half when (y/n) looped her arms around his waist and pulled him back.

"No--no, Ray! Stop! Everybody, just relax! Okay? Calm down!" she shouted, pushing herself before him so he'd stay away from their enemies. The Mole People halted their charge, and Ray didn't dare throw a punch out of fear that he'd accidentally hit her--that would break him. His chest heaved as her palm rested on it, keeping him steady as his heart thumped underneath her fingertips, ready to guide him through a battle should those miscreants put a foot out of line.

"Ah! Terry, turn the lights down!" the Mole Queen groaned with her subjects as the combined light from the phone torches and relit lanterns made the critters squint and defensively curl up. They appeared to shun brightness like actual moles, which probably came from hundreds of years of living underground where the sun would never shine.

"That's mole-like it," she sighed as the lights dimmed to a level that was easier on the eye for those with night vision, and the team kept their phones close now that they were the only things allowing them to see.

"Now, why can't we just share the tunnels?" (y/n) proposed once everyone calmed down and she heard and felt Ray growling at the notion. She gave him a stern look, and he simmered down, willing to give peace a chance whilst the Mole People were amicable.

"Yeah, there's gotta be a way for both of us to use these," Charlotte agreed, thinking that with a bit of negotiation, everyone could use the tunnels without any fighting or arguments.

"Well, you could pay a mole tax," the leader suggested, much to the group's confusion. They didn't understand what she meant by a tax, although the smarties deduced that it probably involved some fee.

"What?" Ray said, outraged at the notion of paying for the tunnels' usage when they were on his doorstep. No one told Captain Man where he could and couldn't walk, certainly not a pathetic, lowly Mole Person.

"You pay us money. Every week And we let you use the tunnels," the queen said, and her subjects nodded enthusiastically. That didn't sound too bad, although Ray's fury was growing by the second, and he wasn't sure if his sweet girl was enough to reign in his temper. The situation called for kisses and a quiet moment with just the two of them, but he couldn't have that. All because of the damn Moles.

"Okay, how much?" Henry asked, wanting to hear the price before they agreed to anything. The tunnels were cool but not worth anything excessive, so they watched curiously as The Moles huddled together to discuss what they thought was fair.

"Yo, okay, while they're talking--" the boy murmured to his boss, hoping to have a mini pow-wow whilst the Moles were busy since it had been a hot minute since they'd swapped opinions, but surprisingly, they didn't take long to agree.

"We've made a decision!" the leader announced as she poked her head up from the huddle, and Henry faltered. There went his talk out of the window, and he remarked on how swift they'd been with their whispers and bartering. The Mole People didn't mess around, and he appreciated that; waiting around was tedious.

"You can use our tunnels if you pay us...ten cents!" she told them, and the other Moles chattered at her offer. It must've been a lot of money for them, or maybe, they believed that the world's money was worth a lot more than it was, like in the olden days when ten cents paid for a lot more. The team blanched at the measly offer, thinking they were insane for giving the tunnels away like that, but they didn't complain or try to show their shock too much.

"We...accept your offer," (y/n) told them in a calm, diplomatic voice that hid her internal fluttering. She knew Ray wasn't the type to negotiate without involving his fists, so with her hand in his, she accepted on behalf of the Man Cave with her friends in agreement; the hero always insisted that what was his was hers, making her the "other boss" once she became his wife if she wasn't that already. Hence, it was official, even if he didn't like it.

"Great! Pay us now!" the tiny creature demanded harshly, stunning them at how she'd gone from sweet and friendly to a ruthless businesswoman in half a second. The question was, who had the right money?

"Now? Uh...I don't have any change. You guys got any change?" Henry turned to his friends, who immediately began patting down their pockets for their wallets.

The teens had nothing, preferring to go cashless since they were modern and hip like that with their cell phones; Schwoz had no money whatsoever and had been going off freebies all day; (y/n) had a few ten-dollar bills and two twenties, enough to get them to Six Poles and possibly another Nacho Ball, but no coins. That left one...

"I've got ten cents!" Ray suddenly announced, loud and brash just as he always was. His friend looked at him sceptically, wondering if he meant that or if he was being coy in front of The Moles. The man paid for everything (y/n) wanted and, despite her insistence that she'd brought her purse, flashed his card and bills whenever the opportunity arrived. Did he mean it?

"I feel like you don't," Henry mentioned, analysing his boss' stony face and how his gaze didn't leave the ones he didn't trust. Just because he was the leader didn't make him responsible, and the boy felt a sinking sensation in his stomach as if he could sense the man making a terrible decision.

"Sure I do," Ray replied, although he could look anyone - not even his sweet girl - in the eye when he did. He patted his pocket and took a step forward, sidestepping his fiancé after wrapping a gentle, warm hand around the back of her neck and squeezing as he walked past - a comfort she loved but also made her suspicious.

"I've got ten cents right here in my pocket. Why don't one of you Mole People, who blew up my Man Cave, walk your little Mole feet over here and get it?" he suggested and whilst the Moles didn't get his passive aggressiveness, the others certainly did.

"Raymond, please don't do this right now," (y/n) hissed to him, holding onto the crook of his arm as if she could hold him back. Right now, he wasn't her adorable doofus or the man who stole her heart, he was the man-child who came with that, and she flustered at how embarrassing a situation he was creating for them, more so when a tentative Mole stepped forward to collect their debt.

"That's right. I'm reaching into my pocket and pulling out a nice--"

"I'm begging you," she pleaded tiredly, rubbing her eyes as he slid his hand into his pocket and tightened it into a very visible fist. She didn't need her fancy degree to guess what he was about to do, and her temples tensed in what she knew was a developing migraine as he ignored her for revenge instead.

"Shiny--"

"Oh, dear god," she whimpered, hiding her eyes through open fingers, not wanting to watch but unable to look away as the unsuspecting Mole got closer and closer. Ray smirked, ecstatic that the miscreant had fallen for it and was nearly within reach as his family grimaced behind him. He'd show these underground freaks what happened to those who blew up his home and almost took his precious future wife and friends with it.

"Fist!" he shouted, and as the Mole cupped his hands for the payment, Ray yanked his out of his pocket and slugged him across the snout.

It was a hard, powerful punch, strong enough to throw the small creature halfway across the cavern as his people gasped and squeaked at such an atrocity. They tittered about how the uplanders could do such a thing before Ray became vicious and rampaging, aiming for any Mole that dared cross his path, so they scattered for the safety of the tunnels they knew better than anyone else.

"Ray, what are you doing?!"

"Raymond! Ray--oh, for god's sake!" His beloved fiancé sighed as he ran off to chase the Moles and possibly beat them up if he managed to catch them. Her exasperated stare met Charlotte's, who sympathetically patted her on the back as they waited for him to return. She knew the heroine loved him, but sometimes, his stupidity made it hard to see why - didn't she want to strangle him at times?

"You believe that stupid Mole guy thought I had a dime in my pocket?" Ray laughed as he sauntered back to the group, who, apart from Schewoz, shook their heads at his reckless behaviour. (y/n) did want to strangle him at times, which showed when he went to kiss her, only to be met with her cheek when she turned her head at the last second.

"That was not cool!" Henry exclaimed as Ray's face fell for a minute. His girl's disapproving, almost disappointed expression wounded him, made his heart hurt more than he cared to let on, and made his childish act falter for a second before he pecked her cheek again and kept smiling. Punching a Mole guy wasn't a big deal; he could make it up to her later.

"You just made enemies with the Mole People over ten cents!"

"Who cares? We won! And again, zero downsides," he smirked and donned his funny cowboy hat again. His eyes flickered to (y/n), and he held out his hand for her tentatively, wondering if she'd take it since he'd upset her; it wasn't looking very likely. But, to his surprise and the others, she did; not in the giggly, teenage school girl in love kind of way she usually did, more like straight-faced and stern as she began to pull him in the direction of home without so much of a second glance.

"Y'know, it astounds me that you genuinely think you're right," she muttered as they briskly walked toward the exit, and she prayed that the Moles were in hiding long enough for them to make it out alive. Ray pouted, dragging his feet as she kept her eyes looking straight ahead, and behind them, the boys smirked.

Watching a man take on a bunch of Mole People was entertaining, but seeing him get dragged off and scolded by a woman half his size was more so, especially when the mere thought of her attention and love left him crawling for forgiveness. What a simp.

~Later, midnight, Ray and (y/n)'s bedroom~

*implied spice, but nothing explicitly mentioned (it's tasteful, I promise)*

Ultimately, she forgave him. How could she not?

Upon their return to the Man Cave, Ray, the teens and Schwoz all laughed about how hilarious the fight had been and how they'd worried about the pesky critters seeking vengeance.

When they thought about it, the whole thing seemed silly; the Moles were both physically and socially pathetic, so they'd probably stay hidden in their home for the rest of time now that they knew Captain Man wasn't afraid of dishing out some pain. And it was that fact that comforted them enough to brush away their concern and crack open a few sodas.

A couple of hours passed, and (y/n) was still tight-lipped with her doofus, who kept trying to make her smile with stupid jokes and ridiculous pranks on Schwoz. He hated how she played stubbornly, holding her arms folded and staying separate from the festivities. All he wanted to do was drag her to the couch and snuggle as their family relaxed, hung out and nibbled the remaining Nacho Ball - so that's what he did.

As he figured, (y/n) couldn't escape when he slung her over his shoulder, marched to the couch and locked her in a tight embrace, so she resigned to resisting his devilish charms and good looks as each laugh bubbled in her throat and then disappeared. In the end, he wore her down, making his lover laugh at his Mole Queen impression so much that her sides hurt, meaning that when Henry, Jasper and Charlotte left, they ran in the elevator to give them some privacy.

Schwoz bid them goodnight, too, mumbling something about returning to a repair he was in the middle of, so the couple dimmed the lights and returned to their room. In between soft sheets, their hushed words and gasps pushed any thought of the vengeful glare of the Mole People away, and they found themselves far too busy to care about blocking the tunnel entrance as Ray rocked into his sweet girl and drowned in her pleasure.

He made it up to her as he'd promised, and they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms as they did every night, whispering their endless love before drifting off into a dreamless, undisturbed sleep.

And then, the clock struck three.

It was dark-- as pitch black as usual for three AM-- and (y/n) drifted in and out of consciousness as the minutes ticked away. Everything was hazy, dulled by exhaustion, and the only feeling grounding her to the waking world was Ray breathing hot air past her head and the gentle thrum of his heartbeat under her ear. Its rhythm was enough to lull her back to sleep, and she almost did, snuggling into his embrace to return to proper slumber when she heard it.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

The weirdest noise. Rationally, her brain thought nothing of it, writing it down as her imagination or the pipes and walls settling around them, and anyway, she was too tired to make a mountain out of a molehill. So, she ignored it and squeezed her eyes closed whilst inhaling deeply, determined to get some shuteye before work in the morning. But it didn't stop.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

Once, she could write down to chance; twice, and it could be a coincidence, but three times was a persistent, nagging problem and her mind refused to let it go. The more she thought about it, the more she woke up, thinking with tired cells and foggy synapses that it was odd because the sound sounded like something scurrying around to an awake person.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

Scurrying around. Scurrying around. Scurryin--dear god. Suddenly, she felt wide awake, and her eyes flew open as her senses sharpened to analyse what little she could make out. There was no light, so her eyes were useless, but in their absence, her ears opened up; there it was again - the sound of feet pit-pattering across the floor and...nails clacking together. Not something she'd hear in her bedroom.

It was probably nothing, but her mind wouldn't rest until she checked--just in case--so she sat up on her elbows, drawing a few mumbled groans and whines from Ray as his subconscious recognised that the one who belonged in his arms was no longer on his chest. She stayed close, and his arms readjusted to her new position to limply hang off her bare body as his breathing evened out, and he returned to normal sleep, unlike his sweet girl.

Squinting, the woman tried to make out the shapes of the room in the darkness; there were the doors to the closet and bathroom, the dresser, the vanity unit, a twitching figure, the hat stand, the shoe rack, the--

(y/n) gasped in terror as her eyes darted back to the small, spherical lump shuffling around the space at the foot of the bed, and she fumbled for the light switch on the wall by her bedside table. One flick of the switch illuminated the room, rousing Ray from his slumber with a confused grumble as the light revealed what was in their private bedroom - and it frightened the living daylights out of her.

Her scream pierced the early hours of peace as a Mole Person - a real, genuine, fanged and clawed Mole Person - looked up at the petrified woman and snarled at her as she clutched the bedsheets to her naked chest.

Ray woke with a start, jerking and sitting bolt upright as he panicked at her cry. He searched her face for injury or fear and felt his heart lurch and arms tighten around her when he saw her wide eyes, clammy skin and colourless pallor. Adrenaline outweighed his exhaustion, and he followed her gaze until he spotted the Mole, growling and pressing her body into the mattress as he loomed over her and prepared to rip its Moley head off for sneaking into his Man Cave in the dead of night.

"What the f--" he spat in a sleep-heavy, gravelled voice, which drew a mischievous chuckle from the creature as it rubbed its rough hands together. The dark glint in its eye made the shaken heroine shiver and whimper, so it swiftly skipped out of the room before Ray could fling the blankets off and lunge across the room to squash it underfoot - for a reclusive species, they sure as hell knew when the mischief was over, and it was time to split.

The Mole guy ran out of the door, much quicker than Ray as he leapt out of bed and flew to the door, stopping when he saw that it had booked down the corridor, heading for the getaway tunnel, and all in the two seconds it had taken him to move. Ragged breaths fell from his lips as he watched the inky dot disappear, and then, the past thirty seconds hit him.

A Mole Person had broken into his bedroom and wreaked havoc judging by the half-open drawers across the room, and not only that; it had been his sweet girl who'd woken up to its mean eyes pinning her to the pillows from the fear they instilled.

And as he stood there, leaning against the doorframe as the adrenaline peaked and his tiredness crept back in, it occurred to him that he was as nature intended, as bare as the day he was born--a fact he'd not noticed when the need to protect his sweet girl drove his every instinct.

Oh, his sweet girl. He turned to her, and his shoulders sagged when he saw her flushed cheeks and watery eyes; no doubt her nerves were shot after such a rude awakening, but as she took in the magnificent sight he made, every muscle pulled tight, ready to fight without a stitch on him, her eyes widened for a different reason.

"Ray..." she called, and all the air left his chest. Soft strands of hair fell around her face, framing it against the backdrop of the gaunt visage that came after such a shock, and he couldn't help but rake his eyes away from her beautiful profile to look elsewhere.

The corner of cotton she'd used to preserve her modesty went slack against her chest since it was just them in the room now, and he melted at how she felt safe enough to let her guard down. The soft curve of her naked breast peeked from behind the fabric, so perfect and artisan that it reminded him of a marble statue - beautifully sculpted to be worshipped as flawless art imitating life. Only she breathed, lived, felt, quivered, and gasped for him, the man practically on his knees.

He said nothing and closed the door, locking it in case that crazed, furry varmint returned to plague them again before gingerly walking to the bed. Her soft, concerned eyes watched his every move as he knelt on the edge of the mattress and climbed the length of the bed, his body engulfing hers with nothing more than a cotton sheet to separate them.

His warmth brought the feeling of safety and reassurance, and when her shaking hands held onto his shoulders to keep him close, Ray couldn't help but swallow her whimpers with a kiss. He was gentle and slow, more concerned with her comfort than his need to soothe his anxiety that she'd come this close to harm, but when she begged for him to go faster and harder, to love her more and replace the worry with bliss, he couldn't say no.

He'd never say no when he curled around her to keep any other horrors away and promised to keep her safe between hot groans and gasps, not when she, the woman who meant everything to him, welcomed the love he gave her.

In the middle of the night, it was one hell of a downside.

~The following day, Junk-N-Stuff~

Following the traumatic incident of the Mole in their bedroom, Ray found himself determined to keep her close the next morning. They showered together, ate breakfast, dusted the main room together (although his mind and hands were on other things), and all because he saw how she peeked around every corner before entering a new space.

Without a doubt, the Mole Guy spooked (y/n). Of course, she was strong and courageous, annoyed by her topsy-turvy tummy, and she hated how her hands trembled when she reached for her toothbrush as Ray shaved.

She didn't fear the Moles, not in the slightest, not when they jumbled up her clothes in the wardrobe, and certainly not when she'd faced real monsters and villains like Drex or The Toddler. Her fear came from the uncertainty of something lurking around the corner; her nerves hated jump scares, and the idea that the pointy-nosed creatures could be hiding in dark rooms or behind furniture made her shaky - something her lover hated to see.

He thought it wasn't right in their own home and vowed to reassure his sweet girl until Schwoz completed a full sweep of the Man Cave. In the meantime, they snuggled and laughed and worked side by side until his super special delivery came.

His beautiful painting needed more light--as if (y/n) didn't hate seeing it without a massive spotlight making the oil paint sparkle. And whilst he was reluctant to leave her side, the damn thing was so big that Charlotte and Jasper couldn't manage it independently; they needed someone to dictate their movements to avoid breaking it.

So, off he went upstairs, leaving his precious girl with Schwoz on her insistence that nothing would happen to her. She was in the Man Cave, the safest place in the city, and he'd only be a few minutes - what could happen?

"Not again! You're doing it all wrong!" he whined to the teens as the spotlight scraped against the wall for the fiftieth time. It cost a lot of money to buy, and he'd hate to see it break, so their clumsiness brought out his crabby side.

"What are you talking about?" Charlotte asked indignantly and put the light down to save her strength. He was in a foul mood, and after hearing (y/n)'s tale about being visited in the dead of night, she understood why but hoped that he'd be a little more polite even with his anxiety high at leaving her to polish downstairs.

"You two know nothing about art," he snapped, leading to an argument about right and wrong. Charlotte and Jasper argued that they were doing their best to help and that if he thought he knew better, he should do it himself. After all, looking at that monstrosity he'd ordered, he didn't know much about art either.

"I've had enough of these Mole People!" Henry shouted as he appeared in the back room, stomping in and bringing another dark storm of a mood with him. He threw his empty coffee cup on the ground to make a point, silencing the bickering three as his yelling interrupted what they were "discussing".

"Not now. I got this big spotlight to show off my painting. I'm moving it down to the Man Cave," the man told his grumpy sidekick, who, like him, had experienced one hellish night thanks to the Mole People, and his lack of sleep resulted in a similarly prickly attitude and dark eye-suitcases. Henry wasn't impressed, but Ray was so proud, gazing at the light with almost as much love as he used when looking at (y/n). "Best eighty-thousand dollars I ever spent..."

"How much?!" Charlotte gasped after hearing his dreamy sigh. Her eyebrows flew to the ceiling at her frivolous spending of money and how relaxed he was about it; (y/n) would surely give him a stern talking to when someone let slip the secret.

"All right, you got me. It was ninety-thousand, so don't tell (y/n)!" the hero grinned. The teens weren't sure if he was joking as he reached to the side to pick up a massive sack of batteries, which he gave to Charlotte, "but it includes this bad of four hundred double-A batteries it takes to power this baby!"

"Listen!" Henry butted in, exasperated that no one was listening to him when he'd experienced the Moles' revenge firsthand. "Dude, there were Mole People in my living room last night!"

"Mole People are the worst!" Ray laughed at the boy's pain, earning him several dry looks, one since it was no laughing matter and two because he'd been in a parallel situation. He didn't laugh when (y/n) was terrified in the bed last night, clinging to him for comfort as her heart pounded in her chest, so Jasper and Charlotte didn't know why he was laughing.

"Didn't you have Mole People in your bedroom last night? And they freaked (y/n) out?" the girl asked flatly, and the laughter ended. Henry gave him a questioning look, at which Ray sighed and looked pensive for a few seconds as if he was thinking about how he would handle his explanation. Henry's inconvenience was funny but seeing his sweet girl lose sleep was awful and not the same.

"Yeah, but that's different. Y'know, she gets nervous, and it's not like they'll come back now they've had their bit of fun," he replied with a slight shrug, his bounce and mocking tone retreating as the serious conversation crept in. He didn't joke about her fiancée's safety and comfort, so as they stepped into the elevator with the spotlight, he felt confident they'd done everything to scare the Moles away.

"Everything is oooo-kay!"

But it wasn't. The trip down to the Man Cave was fairly pleasant since he pressed that no clawed beings had appeared after the first incident, so no one suspected anything wrong. They chatted about everything and nothing, taking extra time to mock their boss for his excessive spotlight choice before stepping out with their heavy load.

With the batteries and light in tow, Charlotte and Jasper barely had enough breath to live, let alone laugh, and Ray distracted himself by ensuring that it wasn't bashed or nudged on the way out. Henry shadowed him closely, mithering about how the Moles needed to be dealt with and taught a lesson, something his boss wasn't interested in at that moment.

"All right, so what are we gonna do? I can't have Mole People in my house!" he asked as he followed them out of the elevator, eyes on Ray, who watched the other teens with equal attention.

"See? This is why I refuse to negotiate with tunnelists," Ray replied causally and fiddled with his light as Jasper deposited it in the middle of the room whilst Charlotte dumped the hefty bag of batteries against the couch. They were so busy that no one noticed how poor Schwoz was in a pickle across the room, fighting for freedom because he had seen things.

Strangely, he was sitting on his tool cabinet - the one he dragged around when making repairs - and was restrained by several earthy, root-like vines circling his body, pinning his arm to his body. A torn rag gagged him, making speech impossible as he willed them to look at him, not because the vines felt like thorns poking through his overalls but because someone was missing.

"Uh, Ray?" Jasper said hesitantly as he was the first to notice the captured genius and immediately knew that the boss had to know, even if he didn't like to be disturbed.

"Yeah?" he replied, ignorant to what was happening since he was in his own happy world, fiddling with his light before he pointed it at the painting. It was strange how he hadn't noticed its disappearance or how (y/n) had wandered off somewhere, but all he thought about was how he couldn't wait to show her. So when he looked to see Schwoz inconveniently tied up, he wasn't best pleased.

"Quit messin' around, Schwoz. We gotta light my painting!" he told him, thinking that the weird, flaxen twine was his idea of a joke or that he was crying for attention when they needed to focus on the greatest masterpiece since Van Gogh's Starry Night. Charlotte trotted over to help slide the gag from around his mouth, and as she did, Henry noticed something peculiar.

"Uh, where is your painting, dude? And come to think of it, where's (y/n)?"

"Huh?" Ray frowned at the boy's question, wondering what he meant by it. The painting was right where it had always been with his sweet girl; in the Man Cave, safe and sound, where he'd left it and her. But as Henry looked around, he knew that assumption wasn't valid because the unmissable painting was gone, and the Goddess depicted in it too.

"Where is your painting, dude? And where's (y/n)? She's not here," the boy repeated, and as Ray glanced around the room, he realised he was correct. The artwork had been next to the elevator, and he couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed its absence, but he couldn't forgive himself for not sensing his lover was gone.

Of course, she wasn't there to greet him when they came down, and if she wasn't with Schwoz, then she must've disappeared. After all, the Mole frightened her, so she wanted to seek comfort in someone else's company whilst he was gone. Knowing that he hadn't realised something was wrong made a heart-string snap as he frantically began to look around the room.

"The Mole People stole your painting and kidnapped (y/n)!" Schwoz revealed sorrowfully as Charlotte removed the gag. He gave Ray his most sympathetic look as the teens froze because they knew that whilst he liked his painting, he loved his darling girl even more.

Ray looked from his handyman to the gaping hole that led to the tunnels, which The Moles had extended by chiselling two thin lines at the top and bottom to fit the picture through. Those dirty, low-down, no-good freaks stealing a man's painting was one thing, but kidnapping his lover was unforgivable, especially when he'd nearly lost her once and swore never to let her go again.

The teens just hoped he didn't explode from the scarlet flush rising from underneath his collar.

"Those Mole People just crossed a line," he growled, feeling nothing but pure hatred towards the mischievous beasts as he pictured them gagging, tying and forcing his sweet girl to enter the tunnels; oh, she must've been so scared, and the thought of her sobbing in the darkness as those imps taunted her made him see red. The painting was nothing, but she was everything.

"Oh, but they didn't when they went into my house?" Henry scoffed, miffed that he cared about their antics now that it affected him, but he cared too. (y/n) was a sister to him, and he feared for her safety with the Moles since no one was friends, but when she was threatened, Ray turned into his hard-head, overprotective mode.

"No."

"So, now that you're personally affected, you're gonna help solve the problem?" Charlotte asked, also concerned for the friend that named her chief bridesmaid, but dear god, the woman's fiancé was so pigheaded at times.

"Yes," Ray replied huskily, willing to do anything if it meant having his sweet girl in his arms again.

"You want me to cancel your eleven-thirty couple massage?" Schwoz asked slowly. Ray requested the massage when he saw how stressed his darling girl was that morning and thought that surprised her with a spontaneous, private pampering session would be enough to soothe her nerves. He never imagined it would have to be cancelled for something like this, but if necessary, he'd do it. He'd do anything for (y/n).

"Yes."

"There's a ten-dollar cancellation fee," the genius advised, knowing how frugal Ray was with his funds. He loved to spoil his lover, and with his money, not the bursary the city gave Captain Man for crimefighting, he'd paid over one hundred bucks to book the appointment when the wedding still loomed over him. What would she say when he inevitably brought her home?

"Then, no," the hero quickly changed his mind, much to his friends' amusement. He didn't want to cut corners, but every cent counted towards making his wedding day the best experience he could for the woman who deserved everything. It was okay; he'd march in there, demand her return, cut down anyone in his path, and have her home in time to ease her worries with warm oil and lavender-scented candles.

"I'm off to get my wife," he growled, inhaling deeply before releasing a deep battle cry. His helpers looked at him strangely as he yelled, clenching every muscle in his body until he reached a climax and took off running. The hero disappeared into the tunnel, leaving them alone since he had made up his mind - the only thing that mattered was retrieving the person stolen from him.

Henry paused for a second, baffled by the man's rash, reckless charge into the unknown. (y/n) was a tough girl, and he didn't doubt that if she was in trouble, she could take care of herself. But he ran after Ray all the same, desperate to ensure that he didn't do anything stupid or offensive as his comically long scream continued to echo down the shaft as he kept running and running and running.

Deep in the tunnels, a person might assume that, after her kidnapping, (y/n) would be in grave danger. However, being marched away from her home wasn't all bad. Well, being prodded by sharp claws and being called a giant land walker was slightly insulting, but apart from that, her time with The Moles was pleasant.

After tying Schwoz up, they'd demanded her as a ransom, arguing that the hulking, hairy man who'd frightened them didn't care for money, jewels, land or power so that they couldn't use those against him. However, following their brief mooch around the Man Cave - their mission in the dead of night - they figured he was particularly fond of the fancy drawing in his stone cave and even more of his pretty lady friend.

So, she was taken along with the painting and went willing to avoid their pointy teeth and possibly rabid bite. Their throne room was deep underground, a hidden sanctum in the centre of all the tunnels and where she was placed before the queen, who told her that land walkers should be seen and not heard. And preferably not seen either, but that was unavoidable.

Sitting on a small, uncomfortable tuffet in front of the queen and near the oil painting, (y/n) waited for rescue, praying that Schwoz was okay and the others had discovered the truth - and that she didn't die of boredom in the meantime. Small talk passed between her and the Mole Queen, but it quickly died when the heroine realised that she had no fondness for those who stole her tunnels, so things went quiet--until Ray, of course.

Suddenly, he charged into the throne room, still crying at the top of his voice, so they heard him before spotting him. She grinned at the thought of being reunited with her doofus and noticeably sat straighter as he athletically sprinted past the Mole group. It amazed everyone how he could run and not breathe for so long.

"We've been waiting--" the Mole Queen smirked, ready to battle with the strange man, whether with fists or words, and she had her speech perfectly planned out...when he kept going. Ray didn't stop when he ran past the Moles; in fact, (y/n) felt confident that he didn't notice them or her as the dirt blurred from his speed, leaving her, the queen and her subjects bitterly disappointed and confused.

"That was weird, right? Did he not see us?" the leader asked, turning to her people and the flowery-smelling woman sitting at her feet. She was his mate, the one he'd defended fiercely when Maurice snuck into their hibernating quarters to investigate and annoy them. He'd reported that the male nearly ripped him to pieces if it wasn't for his light-footed escape, so maybe she had an answer.

"It's difficult for him to see anything when he gets excited," (y/n) told them with a nervous smile and breathy laugh since she made her lover sound like a Labrador and was thankful when the Mole Queen left it at that. No one ever understood Ray's oddness, and she figured his enemies would understand even less why she picked him out of the other seven billion land walkers on the surface.

"Should we go get him?" A Mole Guy asked, to which his queen shrugged and (y/n) shook her head.

"No, he'll work it out eventually," the woman replied and twisted the engagement ring on her finger as they waited for Ray to realise his mistake.

The way the light caught the diamonds fascinated the critters, and after kidnapping her, the Mole Queen offered her a single tunnel in exchange for the pretty shiny thing. It was a fair bargain, but one (y/n) refused respectfully once she'd pretended to think about it. All she told them was that it was more precious to her than any of them could imagine, and she wouldn't give it up for anything except a wedding ring.

"Sorry about that! Didn't see you that first time," Ray unexpectedly announced as he stumbled into the cave again. His eye had caught the soft pastel colour of his lover's dress, and the scent of her perfume decreased once he moved away, so he knew he'd made an error. "Hey, sweet girl--you okay?"

"Yeah, doofus, I'm fine. The question is, are you okay?" the heroine replied, less concerned about how worried he must've been after finding her missing and more about how he wheezed after each breath. Running and shouting like that took his breath away once, and seeing her sitting and glowing like an angel in the candlelight stole it twice.

Ray wanted to answer; he really did, but his body begged for oxygen before it allowed his heart to love, so he doubled over and panted as Henry jogged onto the scene.

"They've got your painting! And (y/n)!" the boy exclaimed as he skidded to a halt and saw the bizarre picture next to his friend, who gave a little wave to show she was unharmed. Honestly, Ray hadn't even seen the painting until she mentioned it; his priority was finding his precious girl and bringing her home, although the artwork was lovely too.

"I know--how are you not out of breath?" the man asked his sidekick since he could barely gaze upon his lover, let alone inspect his masterpiece for scratches. His eyes just wanted to stay shut as his lungs burned.

"I just didn't scream the whole way here," Henry told him as if it was child's play, and technically, it was. Ray was a child, and it was a wonder how, as a superhero, he hadn't worked these things out before.

"It was for dramatic effect!" Ray argued, his breathing slowly evening with each ragged inhale he took. He turned to (y/n), happy to see her smiling after such an ordeal, and when she smiled in return, the rest of the room disappeared.

"And it worked," she added with a smirk, challenging his smouldering gaze with a naughty glint in her eye that left Henry grimacing and the Moles confused. What did she mean by that? All they knew was that the scary man seemed to soften for a moment and took a step closer to his lover as if an invisible string had pulled him along.

"Now, gimme back my fiancée and my painting, Hairy Poppins!" he demanded, reaching to pull (y/n) into his arms as he stumbled closer, and she stood up. She looked delighted to be reunited and welcomed his touch once their foreheads connected in an intimate embrace that the Mole Queen tolerated for a split second before realising that the girl and painting were under her jurisdiction now.

"Ah-ah-ah! One more step, and we'll tear your beloved female limb from limb and your painting to shreds!" she threatened, ordering her Mole guards to brace their claws against the canvas and drag (y/n) from his arms.

Ray didn't have time to hold onto her and sucked in a sharp gasp as their claws pressed against his girl's throat and cheek. Of course, she wouldn't be hurt, but even so, he didn't call their bluff, and he wouldn't dare risk a pretty hair on her head nor a square centimetre of his painting.

"Oh, my sweet girl--don't you touch her! Or it!" he whimpered before growling, itching to rip that clever grin from her snout, but he kept his nerve. One wrong step and they might act on that threat, and with her eyes bleeding into his with fear hidden behind them, he couldn't bear to see either scratched, so he took a step back and returned to Henry's side.

"Listen," the boy started, willing to negotiate on his boss' behalf since he was better at it and unwilling to see all hell break loose if the painting was damaged, or worse, (y/n), "what if we promise never to use the tunnels again? Okay? Will you give us our friend and painting back and stop coming into our houses in the middle of the night?"

"No! We no longer trust humans! Not since your friend broke our last deal," the Mole Queen replied and narrowed her gaze at Ray, who shuffled from foot to foot awkwardly. Yeah, that hadn't been his best idea and seeing his lover in such a vulnerable position made him feel guilty.

"He said he had a dime in his pocket, but then, he punched Terry!" one Mole reminded them, pointing to his friend with a large, purplish bruise on his nose. His voice was so crabby, insulting and accusing that Ray didn't care for it, and even though it had ended in chaos the last time, he found himself eager to deal out some just-deserved pain.

"You know, I feel really bad about that," he told Terry in a tone that would sound genuinely remorseful for most, but to those who knew him well, it was seriously fake. (y/n) knew how he sounded when penitent and apologetic; they'd been down that path many times before. She knew that his eyes got glossy, and he never knew what to say, so the words were always choked and punched, not smooth and concise as they were now.

"You know, I feel like you don't," Henry turned and eyed him suspiciously.

Like earlier, he felt that his boss was playing dumb, not because he knew how the man behaved during an actual apology, but because he knew that Ray Manchester never apologised to anyone. No one but (y/n) (y/l/n) had that privilege and maybe sometimes his helpers, but certainly, not a Mole Person, which went against everything he stood for.

"But I've actually got an apology right here in my pocket," he went on and stuck his hand in his jean pocket, much to the exasperation of his sidekicks and the annoyance of the queen. Seriously? The same trick again? Please, as if they were all that stupid.

"Oh god, Raymond..."

"So, if you come a little closer, I'll give it to you," the hero promised the small, naive Mole, who shuffled toward him against the advice of his friends, who squeaked that they could not trust the human. Oh boy, he'd give it to him all right, and it made (y/n) sad to think about how her enraged doofus was taking advantage of his trusting nature.

"Terry! Don't fall for it again! What is wrong with you?!" the Mole Queen snapped and sighed at her gullible subject, who hung his furry head in shame and walked off after recognising that the man was playing him for a fool. He scurried back to his friends as Henry calmed his boss, quietly promising they'd figured everything out, but not with a fight. He hoped.

"So, how are we gonna fix this? Huh?" he asked the crowned Mole, who didn't need time to think since the monarch had plotted her revenge down to the last detail.

"I'll tell you how. The Mole Way," the lady Mole replied, and the others started whispering and tapping their claws excitedly at her suggestion, which sent a shiver down Ray's spine. She sounded mysterious, piquing the hero and sidekick's interest in this so-called Mole Way.

"That does not tell me how," Henry said, fishing for more details before the queen went on.

"One of us fights one of you!" she declared, much to Ray's delight; he immediately began lumbering up for a brawl, rolling his shoulders and jogging on the spot as a warm-up for the fight for his sweet girl's return. And the painting, of course.

"Winner gets the tunnels, the girl, and the painting. Loser goes home and cries to his mama."

"Okay, sure. Fine. Whatever," Henry conceded and ignored the giggling Moles around him. He became more interested in who the heavyweight hero behind him would punch so he could phone an ambulance in advance. After all, he wouldn't stop until he obliterated every Mole for toying with the woman who held his heart. "Who's Ray fighting?"

"No, no, no, not him. We're scared of him," she said, glancing at Ray, who smirked at the idea of intimidating the Moles so quickly--how it should be, in his opinion. "We want to fight you."

"Yeah!" The Mole People around the queen started cheering and jeering at Henry, who frowned and stared at her majesty with wide, shocked eyes. Him? Why him? Why not the man they hated?

Henry made for a much weaker target than his boss, who was a walking mountain on muscle hellbent on revenge; the kid was puny, so the creatures didn't see him as such a significant threat. They would be surprised when he let loose his Kid Danger skill and power, something handed down from the one they feared, so the boy wasn't nervous but more raring to go.

"Okay, sure. Fine. Whatever. Who am I fighting?"

" You sure about this, kid?" Ray asked him, worried about whether he could take some bare-knuckle slugs because he was still a mere sidekick, not the experienced, thick-skinned fighter he was. And they were fighting for his fiancée and his painting, so it was Ray's duty to go into battle and not to send him in as a human meat shield. But Henry was adamant.

"Dude, I got this. I mean, they're Mole People," the teen promised and gave the couple a solemn, firm nod to show that he would do this. (y/n) meant so much to him, and hey, they couldn't be that bad.

"You will fight...our champion!" the Mole Queen told him, making the fight seem ominous from how she hyped their corner, but Henry still didn't worry. Even a champion Mole sounded pathetic, and in his head, he imagined some small, defenceless creature that had won a few scraps in the past, which would impress their queen but not a human.

"Swole Mole! Swole Mole! Swole Mole!" Every Mole started chanting, even the queen, which, by royal standards, was slightly uncouth. The trio waited awkwardly as they waited for this champion. They sounded pretty excited, but they couldn't work out what they were chanting, let alone why he was so good.

"What the hell is a Swole Mole?" (y/n) pondered aloud and looked to her lover to see if he had any ideas, but like her, he was clueless. However, their questions were answered when a grunting Mole emerged from a narrow tunnel, clawing for his opponent, who shrank back at the sight of him.

That Mole was, without a doubt, Swole. His muscles bulged underneath his hairy arms, and foam gathered around his mouth when his teeth gnashed to sink into Henry; the only thing stopping him was the crisscrossed chains across his chest and two other Moles holding him back. The crowd cheering seemed to entice and rile him up to the point of savagery, at which point Henry drew the line.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! You never told me you had a Swole Mole!" he exclaimed, accusing the Mole Queen of telling him some kind of white lie--trickery, in other words. He gulped as his beefy opponent released a war cry, his fists curled into solid lumps that could probably dent steel, perhaps even give Captain Man a run for his money.

"Oh...are you scared?" the ruler mocked, which Henry could deny all he wanted, but she saw through him. Even in the darkness, he looked so pale and twitchy and constantly looked back to his leader for reassurance, not that the man could give him much since he wasn't fighting. Not so tough now, huh?

"No!... Actually, I am very scared," the teen privately whispered to Ray, avoiding (y/n)'s eyes since he didn't want her to worry, but in truth, he debated chickening out. On the one hand, he didn't want to be pulverised, but on the other, he knew the man would never forgive him if he didn't do his bit to save her, which was about to get a lot harder.

"You will also have to fight--blindfolded!" the queen giggled and held up two rags to be tied around both fighters' eyes. For Henry, it would mean losing arguably his most valuable sense, but for the Swole Mole, it didn't make much of a difference. They lived in darkness and were specially adapted to it, giving him yet another advantage on home turf.

"Oh, come on!" he grumbled and threw his hands up. Things had gone from bad to worse and then to abysmal as Ray put a hand on his shoulder with a stoic expression.

"Looks like you're gonna have to fight, kid," he said softly and tried not to break when his sidekick gave him a betrayed look. He didn't like the sound of an unfair fight either, and he knew that he was asking a lot of him, but it was for the best of reasons. In his head, his sweet girl would always be the best of reasons.

"Don't make him if he doesn't want to. I can look after myself, Raymond," (y/n) said sternly, and her doofus pouted at her refusal to be saved. It wasn't that she was stubborn or averse to being rescued, but more like she hated to be the one everyone made sacrifices for, so if Henry didn't want to fight, that was fine. As she said, she wasn't weak; somehow, she'd escape the Moles' snare.

"But--"

"No buts! I don't want to see him get hurt because of me. We'll work something else out," she instructed them, and from the sharp edge in her voice, Ray typically would've left it at that. However, for the first time, it wasn't good enough, so he turned to his sidekick, willing to beg and grovel for one brief moment.

"Ray..." he sounded so unsure, torn--in pain--as if he was pulled in different directions; one aside to think selfishly and make a hasty retreat before the two handlers lost control of the rabid Mole, whilst the other called out to his mercy, reminding him that this wasn't any friend they were talking about, this was (y/n). The friendliest, kindest, loveliest girl on the planet. The elder sister he never got.

"Please, kid. She means everything to me," Ray whispered, his voice cracking as tears sprang in his eyes from the mere thought of losing her so foolishly--and Henry couldn't take it. He patted his boss's hand as it lay on his shoulder and released a long sigh. His heart had won, and he refused to see two lovers torn apart for something so stupid or his friend wrongfully incarcerated.

(y/n) blinked as the kid ordered the assistant moles to blindfold him, taking their rough treatment on the chin since he knew they would always treat him poorly and the Swole Mole like a king. The heroine couldn't believe he'd do that for him; neither could she believe that her lover, whose pride was as big as entire states, had pushed aside his stubbornness and said the P-word.

He never said it to anyone else but her, and it melted her heart to know that he took her safety that seriously and valued his sidekick more than he let on. Henry was one in a million, and although he never said it, Ray adored him, as proved when he helped him tie the knot and leaned close to his ear.

"Thank you," he whispered, and the boy could swear his hair stood on end. No thanks or ta or something as nonchalant as that, but a genuine, heartfelt thank you that came from the heart as he held onto the kid's shoulders and faced him in the right direction. The Swole Mole was ready to go, pulling at his chains as Henry cracked his knuckles.

Showtime; time to save Ray's soulmate.

"Fight!" the Mole Queen shouted above the yells and whoops of her keen citizens, who, if they used it, would've bet all their money on their man. Even without his sight, the Swole Mole's footing was so much better than Henry's, who plodded around the cavern--"ring"--like a drunk man on his way home.

He was lost, utterly out of his depth, and failing from the get-go as he took two swings in the direction he could hear the Mole breathing, only to miss each time it sensed the movement in the air and ducked. His whiskers meant he didn't need to see, and with the boy blind, the muscular fighter took his chance, swinging at Henry's shoulder with immense power.

He groaned upon impact and swore his bones crushed after the effect, resulting in him bending over to stave off the pain.

"Try using your other sense to fight! Like, feel or smell!" Despite his best efforts, Ray suggested from the sidelines, which wasn't particularly helpful. The queen refused to allow him near (y/n), who watched through her fingers as Henry shuffled across the dirt and fought terribly, so he was as close as he could get. But it wasn't enough. Nothing would be, not until he got to hold, kiss, and love her again.

"I can't smell punches, dude!" the sidekick replied roughly, throwing his fists through the air, hoping he'd hit something, only to come up empty each time. He only felt the Swole Mole land an uppercut to his stomach, causing crippling pain to spread through his intestine and him to keel over to combat it.

"Can you feel him?" Ray asked dumbly, unsure whether to ask since the kid looked busy, but he did anyway. Maybe his other senses were sharpening or something.

"Yeah, I can feel a lot of them," Henry groaned, and as he slowly got to his feet, he got the sense that Kid Danger had met his match. No matter his move or tactic, the Mole outsmarted and outmanoeuvred him, resulting in a one-sided pasting.

"I'm in real trouble here! This Mole's too swole!" he called to Ray, (y/n) or anyone who might be willing to help as he took a few more swings in his target's general direction. He dodged every time, and as Henry floundered, the Mole took him down to the ground in a rough body tackle with his friends clapping and cheering and Ray throwing his hands up in despair.

The Mole respectfully climbed a couple steps on the queen's throne, nudging (y/n) on her tuffet on the way past, which made Ray growl lowly in his throat. However, the situation worsened when the warrior jumped from the throne and landed on top of Henry, flattening him like a pancake as the impact settled in his poor, bruised stomach.

He rolled off to leave the sidekick groaning on the floor, and Ray looked around nervously as he fought every instinct to jump in and help.

"I think your painting will look great in our tunnels. And I'm sure your lady friend will be happy staying with us...forever," her royal highness mocked Ray, who immediately became defensive as he thought about the prospect of forever. No, they were meant to live happily and grow old into retirement, married and forever in love. Leaving her here was not an option, and (y/n) wasn't too keen either.

"No, she won't! I love her, and she belongs in the Man Cave!" he growled and nearly stormed up to meet the queen's eye as she smirked. Deep down, he knew that she was trying to get a rise out of him and that it would be best to not react since he could see by (y/n)'s unamused face that she wasn't eager to live miserably for the rest of her life, but he couldn't help it. The idea of someone coming between him and his happily ever after made him feral.

"Yeah, and his painting wouldn't look good in here. The lighting is terrible," the woman piped up, speaking in a dry, sarcastic tone as she turned around to give the ruler her most unamused face. Of course, she didn't care for the painting or whether it looked good; for all she cared, they could keep it and leave her to go home with her beloved doofus, who she had no intention of leaving.

"I can take care of that." A mysterious voice suddenly announced, and everyone whipped around to see Charlotte standing there smugly with Jasper and Ray's fancy new spotlight by her side. Their presence trapped the moles from escaping, and shortly, they'd use their greatest weakness against them because after witnessing a fragment of Henry's fight, they knew the heroes needed the cavalry.

"Ready?" Jasper whispered to her, his finger on the switch to illuminate the light since they figured the Moles wouldn't hate anything more.

"Light 'em up!" the girl nodded, eager to see the critters scatter so her friends could escape, and Jasper did as she said.

The result was instantaneous; the spotlight reminded her of a collapsed sun as the previously dark clearing became bright and sunny--the sort of environment the Moles despised. They shielded their eyes and squealed, including the queen, who quickly hopped off her throne to try and get somewhere dark, which made for a fantastic result, yet it wasn't what Ray focused on.

Despite the chaos, he'd instantly turned to check on his sweet girl, wanting to make sure she wasn't hit or hurt, but the sight in front of him stole his breath away. She was sitting next to the painting, so both caught the light most perfectly; the picture shimmered under its rays as a halo appeared around (y/n) and caught her eyes to make them glow. A goddess more beautiful than the art next to her, and she didn't even know it.

"Doofus, what's wrong?" she asked, seeing his awestruck, gormless face and watery eyes, and for a moment, she thought something was seriously wrong--wrong enough to forget how that damn light hurt her eyes.

"You're beautiful..." he breathed out, and she didn't know how to react. He was wonderstruck and utterly entranced by her and how the painting boosted her beauty. Her form in oil paint was gorgeous, and he loved how it looked, but he loved her more, especially when she took her chance to sneak away from her seat and reunite with him.

"Dork," she giggled and practically jumped into his arms after crossing the cavern without the fear of The Moles looming over her. They made a sweet sight, sharing brief, fleeting kisses that would've been longer had they not been overexcited to see each other again. His hands trailed down her waist, keeping her close as he pecked her temple, forehead, nose, cheek--anywhere he could since his enemies were retreating.

"What's happening?" The Swole Mole asked, but when he lifted his blindfold, he wished he'd kept it down. The light blinded him immediately, and he recoiled so much that he fell to the ground, seemingly pinned by brightness and the pain it brought.

"Hey, Hen!" Jasper sauntered up and patted his best friend on the shoulder, thinking nothing of it. In his mind, the danger had gone for his friend, so his guard should've been down, which sadly wasn't the case. Henry felt the tap and assumed the Swole Mole had returned for round two, so he turned and swung his fist, hitting Jasper in the jaw with all his might.

It would've been impressive had he actually hit the right target.

"Yeah! I got him! I defeated Swole Mole!" the sidekick yelled as he pulled down the rag around his eyes to see his enemy groaning on the floor. Charlotte shut off the light, and Henry didn't realise that it had been that which took him down. Ray and (y/n) separated, taking their eyes off each other for a moment to giggle at how pleased he sounded, although Jasper lying on the floor was a pretty big clue.

"Actually, Charlotte just blinded everybody with Ray's OTT spotlight," the heroine replied, happily staying in her lover's arms as she teased him for buying something so extra and expensive for one purpose. If only she knew that he preferred to see her in the light than the painting, even if exquisite brushstrokes owned a tiny part of his heart.

"And you punched Jasper," the girl added, gesturing to the boy whose face now felt particularly sore. Henry couldn't believe it; he could swear he'd sensed the right person--Mole--thing.

"Oh, sorry, man. Your face is very mole-like in the dark."

"Right?" Ray agreed with the boy, having had that brief experience earlier. His hand patted (y/n)'s butt as she thumped his chest, trying to keep his jokes in check that failed when he kissed her neck and ignored the warming. She'd let it slide, just this once.

"But hey!" Henry grinned, eager to get them to cut it out before he threw up, "we got our tunnels back!"

"Yeah!" his friends cheered, realising that he was right. The tunnels were theirs again because, with the spotlight, they seriously doubted if The Moles would try any tricks again. The light was their power; with it, they could get around the city in no time, unchallenged, not to mention that they'd quashed The Moles' attempts to ruin the Man Cave's harmony.

"And my painting, but more importantly, my darling girl," Ray added, causing (y/n) to look up at him with a broad smile and bring him in for a short but sweet kiss. The kids smiled at that, happy to see him content again and their friend safely in one piece, even if the longevity of the smooch made them grimace.

"All right. That's kind of cool...

"Sure," they replied, nodding politely since they didn't want to encourage their already touchy-feely relationship, but deep down, nothing was cuter. They embodied what every couple dreamed of being; in love, happy and totally devoted to one another. One kiss couldn't hurt.

"Look, why don't we celebrate by putting (y/n) down and taking our tunnels to Nacho Ball?" Henry suggested, and his boss pulled back with a pouting frown that made (y/n) chuckle. He let up, though, too happy to be mad for long, readily agreeing with the others since it had been an entire day since he'd bought his sweet girl some takeout, and he was getting itchy.

"Wait--" Charlotte said above their raucous noise, not because she was a party pooper, but because the Swole Mole was still lying on the floor, semi-conscious after going one round with the collapsed sun. "What should we do with him?"

"Ah, leave him. He's gotta go home and cry to his mama!" Ray taunted the Mole, spitting out the last word, so it stung, which felt satisfying for a split second until the savage animal lashed out. He didn't like what the human insinuated and didn't lie there and take the mockery of him and his people without a fight.

"Mole People never cry!" he growled in a demonic voice, echoing what his counterpart had shouted when they blew up the Man Cave. In a similar reckless stunt, he crawled to a boulder and lifted it like a hatch, revealing that it wasn't real; the inside was hollow and hid a red lever that reminded (y/n) of those in cartoons that blew up dynamite. Oh, god...

"If we can't have our tunnels, no one will!" he screamed and pushed the lever down, much to the group's fear and confusion. They had no idea what it did, but they didn't have to wait long to find out, making a pretty good guess as the tunnels began to shake to quiet rumbling noise.

"What is that?" Ray asked lowly, although he didn't want anyone to answer. He wanted silence so his ears could pinpoint the noise, which sounded like a lot of booming noises coming from deep under their feet--and it was heading upwards, downwards, any direction, it was coming.

"What's going on?"

"Should we, like, run?" Charlotte suggested, feeling uneasy since no one answered Henry. She couldn't explain what was happening, but the noise didn't inspire her with confidence. Her brain told her to run, and she was going to listen unless everyone else argued against that, which looked unlikely as the ground began to quiver underneath them.

"They're blowing up the tunnels!" (y/n) gasped as dust fell from the ceiling, and if she didn't hate the heavily enclosed space before, she definitely did now. Being buried alive was not her idea of fun, and she grasped Ray's hand out of comfort and the drive to tug him to safety; the protective instinct worked for both of them.

"Let's get outta here!" Jasper shouted, edging towards the exit with his friends and (y/n) herded them in that direction. They were her priority; after all, she was meant to keep them safe as their employer, but she couldn't--wouldn't leave without Ray, who, for all his love for her, wouldn't leave his art behind. He'd paid too much for it; in his mind, staying back was feasible.

"No, not without my painting!" he argued, earning many flabbergasted looks since the kids thought he'd be more worried about (y/n). The truth was, he knew she was a competent superhero, and with Henry by her side, she had enough protection to make it out safely, meaning he could focus on the final piece of his heart left behind.

"Who cares about the fucking painting, Raymond?!" the woman snapped, beckoning him to leave before the dirt ceiling came down on top of them, but he steadfast refused, taking offence at her tone.

"I do!"

"It's ugly as hell, and we have bigger things to worry about, so stop being a doofus and let's go!"

"No!" Ray shouted and folded his arms, much to her frustration and anger. She knew he could be a child, but she didn't think it would go this far, just like he never thought she'd call his second baby ugly. And when Ray got angry, he got stupid, and when he got stupid, he got mouthy, and mouthiness meant he said stuff he didn't mean or asked for things he didn't want.

"Look, if you're not gonna help me carry it, then--then just leave me here!" he told her harshly, waving her off with a screwed-up expression that would be more apt on a toddler's face than a grown man's, so she didn't let his blatant dismissal get to her too much.

He didn't want to leave him alone; after spending half the afternoon trying to get her back, he wanted nothing more than for her to stay, but he knew she wouldn't. He was being difficult, and right now, there was no time for an argument - her priority was the children, not soothing his hurt ego.

"You don't have to tell me twice! Come on, guys!" she replied, taking one last good look at him as if she was committing the image of him to memory before she ushered the teens back down the tunnel to the Man Cave with nothing more than a wave and blown kiss. He hated seeing her go and cursed his stupid heart when his arm reached out to try and coax her back.

"Huh... I did not think they were gonna do that," he mumbled, having thought they'd at least begged him to think it through. His sweet girl departed because he'd asked her to--no surprise there, and the only comfort he could find was by catching the kiss she blew and holding it to his chest as the rumbling increased.

As he glanced at the painting, the situation went from bad to worse as the roof began to crumble, causing a boulder to land on his head at a tremendous speed. Ray fell to the ground with a throbbing skull, alone and dizzy since his friends and lover didn't know what the tunnel was like now they'd left, nor that he was in grave danger.

All they knew was how (y/n) fussed them after they made it out alive, ensuring they were well enough to drink hot chocolate as she went out to Nacho Bell alone. Ray could've joined, but he had to lie in his bed the way he made it - and it was a long, painstaking lesson for him to learn.

~One week later~

Well, technically, it was painstaking for everyone.

After the collapse of the tunnels, the Man Cave team waited patiently for Ray to appear, thinking that he'd quickly return since the paths were now blocked by loose dirt and stones.

The first afternoon trickled by and was filled with fun and laughter for everyone as they waited for his bad mood to wear off. They sat, drank, talked, and played video games, comforting (y/n) when she asked if they should form a search party.

It's been a few hours, (y/n). He'll come back, they said, and she believed them.

That night, she went to bed alone, trying not to fret when the clock struck midnight--a full ten hours since she'd seen him and not a sign everything was okay. It was a challenge getting to sleep by herself after spending many years wrapped in his arms; the bed felt too empty and cold, and none of the pillows was as comfortable as lying on his chest, so for most of the night, she tossed and turned whilst any sleep she did get was patchy and troubled.

Don't worry about him, (y/n). He can take care of himself. He'll come back, they said, and she believed them.

Another twenty-four hours passed, and there was still neither sight nor sound of him. The heroine served lunch to keep herself busy, making her own pizza and a batch of her famous oatmeal-raisin cookies to feed the hungry army that was Henry, Charlotte, Schwoz and Jasper, who seemed unaffected by their boss' absence.

Maybe it was just her. Perhaps she was too attached. After all, it had barely been two days, yet she was worried and didn't know what to do with herself. And that was only the start of things.

Even if it has been a while, you know he'd never leave you (y/n). He'll come back, they said, and she still believed them.

By day four, she'd let the first few tears fall. Charlotte had tried to comfort her, saying no man was worth crying over, but she couldn't help it. The painting was heavy, yes, and moving it alone was a massive challenge, but surely, it didn't take ninety-six hours.

Twelve of those ninety-six had been spent trying to fall asleep, which hadn't been bad when she thought he was still pouting, but with the seed of doubt planted in her mind and the assumption that something had gone wrong, the task felt impossible. She closed her eyes and could see him standing in the tunnel as she told him she didn't need telling twice before running off; how she wished she'd handled things differently.

Perhaps if she'd begged a little more, he might have come with her, or possibly if she'd helped him with the painting, they'd have all made it out in time. Whatever she could've done, she wished she'd done it because the alternative of staying awake in bed, dreading he was trapped or hurt or lonely, was almost too much to bear.

Come on, (y/n), cheer up. Any day now, he'll come back, they said, and she had to believe them.

There was no alternative.

Day six dawned, and she rolled out of bed after another sleepless night to mope about the Man Cave and trudge after Henry to answer the mercifully few calls that came through. Captain Man's absence was peculiar for the press, but they didn't push it; Miss Danger's gloominess put them off as she did the job, stopped to mumble a few words and then walked off.

Nothing held the same spark as it did before Ray went missing, so she lost her chirpy cheerfulness, the optimistic, half-full glass outlook she always had on life when he was around. She cuddled Colin, listened to the teen's problems, fixed a few things with Schwoz, and as she drifted off in thought each time, they worried about her, despite saying to keep her chin up.

She cuddled Colin a little too tightly when her thoughts grew dark. She couldn't listen to someone else's problem and give meaningful advice when she already had one of her own. She kept electrocuting herself when rewiring the computers. And she wasn't getting any better.

He's in love with you, (y/n), there's no doubt about it. That alone will keep him going. He's coming back, they said, and she wanted to believe them.

A whole week without Ray Manchester in the Man Cave, and to look at (y/n), you'd think there'd been a funeral. She didn't smile, laugh, or joke with the others, who carried on as normal with their usual wacky festivities since someone had to keep things going. As they had fun, she sat glossy-eyed and stared by the dirt pile, waiting and praying for a hint of his return.

"This is so much better with real lasers!" Jasper laughed as he, Charlotte, Henry and Schwoz played laser tag but with a much more painful consequence should they get hit.

Charlotte couldn't help but agree and fired at Henry as he crouched behind (y/n), who'd become a point of cover for anyone dodging the lasers since she was sitting on a chair, refusing to move, and only got grumpy should they hit and distract her from her moping.

They knew it was terrible because the dirt had been spilling out onto the Man Cave's floor for days now, and yet she still did nothing to clean it up, which, had she been her usual self, would've irritated the hell out of her.

Henry couldn't help but worry as long ago, he'd promised Ray that should anything happen to him, he'd take care of her, and couldn't say he was when she picked at and pushed away her food, stayed up half the night and cried every ten minutes.

"Hey, wait--cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fire!" he called to his friends, who held their lasers and crawled from their hiding places, wondering what they were breaking for.

"What?" Charlotte asked although she had an inkling in her stomach about what worried him.

"How long has Ray been gone?" the sidekick asked, saying that name in a hushed voice since the slightest mention of it could send the woman into a meltdown. She'd snap her head to them with hope-filled eyes, thinking they had some news for her, only to find out that it was a false alarm and she was still without her soulmate.

It had been a blur for them, but for her, it felt like a lifetime.

"About a week," the girl replied solemnly and glanced at her miserable friend sitting by the dirt pile. It's where she felt closest to him and, as such, refused to budge in case she missed something.

"Should we be worried?"

"He'll be fine. He's indestructible!" Jasper replied, thinking his friend was referring to their boss. Even though he'd been caught in the tunnel collapse, it wasn't like Ray would suffocate or be crushed, so he was likely still alive. But he wasn't who Henry was worried about--or at least not for those reasons.

"I'm not worried about him! What about (y/n)? She hasn't eaten or slept properly in days..." he said, and they all looked in the heroine's direction. She didn't even realise they were talking about her or that she was crying a little bit, just a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to cling to hope that kept slipping through her fingers like sand.

"What can we do? We've tried talking to her, distracting her, and bargaining with her, but she only wants Ray. And he's not here, so all we can do is...wait," Charlotte shrugged and gazed at her friend with soft, sad eyes. She pitied the woman, and her heart went out for her since she was pining for the man she couldn't live without and yet found herself living without him.

"Resume fire!" Jasper suddenly cried and began firing his amber lasers, much to his friends' outrage since they were experiencing a tender moment and woefully unprepared. How sneaky of him.

(y/n) ignored the maelstrom of hellfire as she sat patiently on her chair, feeling numb save for an aching in her chest that started the minute she knew something was wrong. Even if the others thought it was crazy, she'd give it one more day and start digging with her bare hands - anything to find him. The one thing she couldn't understand was how one person could make her hurt so much.

"Come on, you can't just--stop guarding!"

"No, you stop guarding!" Henry and Jasper yelled to each other as one strafed between (y/n) and free space whilst the other ducked behind a glowing column near the tube. Jasper couldn't fire if (y/n) was in the way; she was depressed enough as it was, but all was about to change.

As (y/n) stared off into space for the hundredth time that day, beneath the soil, sand and stones, Ray tunnelled his own path to make it home--and home for him wasn't a place. Seven days away from his sweet, precious, darling girl had driven him half crazy, and he shifted tonnes of dirt with his bare hands to get back to her, just as she had thought about doing as she waited and waited and waited.

"Tunnel punch!" he shouted to keep himself in high spirits, which was muffled by the wall in front of him but enough to make it through to the other side. His fist collided with the rocks, and they slid down the heap like a landslide, which, at first, (y/n) didn't pay any mind to since it seemed like another one of her dreams.

As the laser war raged on, Ray clawed through the rubble, holding his breath so very fibre of his being burned for oxygen until he made it through and emerged filthy but alive. (y/n) was the first to spot him, blinking several times as his fluffy hair poked out first, followed by his hands, face and shoulders until she could confirm that it wasn't a dream. He truly was in front of her, alive and well, if in need of a hot shower and good meal.

"Ray...oh my god, it's you! It's really you!" she whimpered, bursting into tears again as she jumped from the chair so quickly that the combination of the speed and a week of improper meals made her stumble. But she resolved to make it, so she scrambled to him on her hands and knees, not flinching when the rocks dug into her skin since her hands were reaching out to touch him.

"I'm oooooooooo-kay!" he announced in a voice that was much happier than he was feeling. The exhaustion and anxiety from the fear of being trapped in there forever were catching up to him, but for now, he enjoyed the feeling of her fingertips on his face and how she looked at him as if he was a figment of her imagination. Her too, huh?

"And look, sweet girl! So is my painting!" he told her proudly as the kids played. It wasn't much because, in the end, the frame broke when the earth collapsed on it, meaning he'd only managed to tear a small scrap away from the canvas for a keepsake, but it depicted the best bit.

He'd chosen the few square inches with himself and his lover, just enough to get both of their faces since he'd wanted a portrait of them, so that's what he'd take. And in the dying candlelight, as he crawled through the now narrow tunnels, her angelic face kept him going.

"It's beautiful, doofus," she choked, unable to hide her tears as she spared the shred a glance to make him happy. She'd had a lot of time to think, and calling the painting ugly was one of her biggest regrets, so from now on, the bit he'd salvaged would be revered, anything to spare her poor, bruised heart from any more strain.

But, it didn't last. They didn't know who fired the lethal shot, whether it be Schwoz or the teens, but Ray felt heartbreak for the fiftieth time when a rogue laser hit the canvas and instantly burnt a hole in the middle. As it smouldered, the gap grew until his face, and part of (y/n)'s was gone entirely, ruined forever, and he deflated. Literally deflated.

His shoulders sagged, and his bottom lip trembled because he'd gone through all that effort to save that memory, but now it was gone, and that sucked.

"No!" he cried and watched the scrap drift to the floor after letting it go, where it continued to burn a bit longer. He didn't know what to do until an idea wandered into his head, which he pondered for a moment as (y/n) nuzzled into him, released a shaky breath and threaded her fingers through his hair.

In theory, he could dig back down and go retrieve some more. It was feasible; hell, he could organise a mining party and bring the whole painting back for restoration since, with the right equipment, it couldn't be that hard. The more he thought about it, the more he considered the idea, working out a plan of action in his head that sounded doable, although he'd have to ask Schwoz about blasting the dirt out of the way.

It nearly became a reality, and he was almost ready to get up and go when a quiet voice called out to him, stilling his movements and taking all of his willpower to get up and leave.

"Don't go," (y/n) pleaded quietly and clung to him like he would disappear again. She didn't care if he was filthy or if the dirt got on her rumpled, unchanged pyjamas because she hadn't bothered to get dressed for the last two days. Even in her best dress, she wouldn't have cared, not when he was holding her close in person, for real, and not as a figure in her dreams.

The thought of letting him go again terrified her, and although being deemed clingy was one of her biggest fears, she couldn't bring herself to release his dirty shirt.

"'M not going anywhere, sweet girl," Ray promised, forgetting all his foolish plans to go back and grab what he could of the painting; he had something much more important to take care of.

He tightened his arms around her and kissed her temple once, telling her it was okay. The road back to her had been long, difficult and dangerous, but he'd done it--he'd do anything to hold her like that as she sobbed into his neck to let out a week of stress and agony. Even as he knelt in waist-high rubble, he was completely comfortable and didn't move until she was ready.

Call him a simp, under the thumb or just plain soppy; he wouldn't mind. (y/n) was worth it, worth staying instead of risking the collapsed tunnels again, all for the sake of a painting that, now he thought about it, was really fucking ugly.

He had her, not a painted goddess but a real one. A goddess who'd chosen to love a mere mortal like him, and he was on his knees worshipping her because she was perfect - life imitating art.

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iambabygorl · 2 years

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Guys My Age [pt.2]

Dilf AOT x Reader

Warning: 18+ Content and some sexy dilfs

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Armin:

Guys my age don't know how to treat me

Don't know how to please me

Don't know how to read me

Armin was a complex man. He liked his women the same way. His ex-wife was too simple to understand.

Armin loved his children, but he loved work too. Hence the piles upon piles of books that littered his study. You noted this when you came over to babysit for him. The kids were down for bedtime and you had to pass the time somehow. You knew you weren’t supposed to be in the study, but it’s fossilized marine life called you to come explore the shelves upon shelves of oceanography books.

Your fingers danced across the spines as you read each title and recited brief knowledge that you remember from your own studies.

The freaking floorboards behind you brought you out of your focus as you turned to see Mr. Arlert leaning against the door way with his arms crossed against his chest. He raised in eyebrow and he awaited your explanation.

“Mr. Arlert! I’m so sorry. The door was cracked open and I saw all of your work and-”

“You like the ocean?” The man asked as he shortened the distance between you both.

“It’s a passion of mine,” you said with a soft smile as your eyes skimmed the books again.

“Mine as well, obviously. But, you know I don’t allow anyone in the study. Not even the kids.”

“I know, sir. I apologize.”

Armin took in your guilty appearance. Your eyes were downcast and your hands were clasped in front of you. You looked so pretty in the faint blue light that poured into the room from the glass windows.

“I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.”

You looked up to the man as he said these words. Your eyebrows furrowed I’m confusion, but the tone in his voice gave way to what he meant. You knew exactly what the man meant.

“I’m…sorry?”

Armin clicked his tongue as he shook his head and closed the gap between you even more.

“You knew you weren’t supposed to come in here, yet you did. I think that calls for a little more of an apology. Go on. Make it up to me.”

And that you did.

Armin had you bent over his desk in the study as he pressed your body into it. A hand held your hip down as the other wrapped around you to grip your neck.

“Pretty girl. Feel so good,” he rasped. His thumb began to rub against your throat as he picked up his pace.

Your moans spurred him on and his hand soon drifted up to cover your mouth to quiet them. Couldn’t wake the kids, right?

“Doesn’t that feel good? I bet no one has ever made you feel like this before. I can tell from the way your body is reacting. The chills on your skin. Hell, even your legs are shaking. Feels so, so good, pretty girl, doesn’t it?”

The whine in his voice would send you over the edge and he soon would follow after. He would relax his grip on you and rest his head on your shoulder. His heavy pants would blow against your ear as you both recovered.

“So, mind babysitting next Saturday?”

Levi:

Cause you hold me like a woman

In a way I've never felt before

And it makes me wanna hold on

And it makes me wanna be all yours

You have always fought with your parents. Even as a legal adult, you found yourself butting heads with your father nearly every day. But, as “their little girl” they expect you to be that forever. Their house, their rules.

However, you had recently been finding comfort in the man next door. You always called him “the cool dad” because he didn’t baby anyone. People were people to him.

So that’s were you found yourself after the most recent argument with your dad. You were sat on the counter at Levi’s house as you both drank tea and talked.

“The still treat me like a child! I’m a grown adult now, yet they still have me in a chokehold in that damn house. I need to get away.”

Levi tsked as he shook his head. “You definitely do need to get away. You’re a woman now. They need to treat you like one.”

“Yeah, but no one does. It’s like I’m chronically labeled as a child.”

The man huffed as he furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you for the first time since you started your little spew.

“I don’t see a label.”

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”

“Maybe. I obviously can’t see all of your places.”

You chuckled at the man’s comment. His monotonous tone and bored look never matched his words. But then again, it suited him.

“I just want to feel like a woman. Like, I’m grown, right? Grown enough to be acknowledged as an adult from other adults.”

Levi sat his cup down as he leaned against the counter across from you. His eyes didn’t shy away from taking on your appearance. You didn’t miss how his eyes lingered on your hips and then your chest.

“Definitely a woman. A grown woman.”

“Do you know how that sounds?”

“I do. Am I wrong? You’re so adamant on being a woman, aren’t you?”

“I am. Doesn’t mean I’m going to be treated as such.”

“I’d be happy to treat you as such.”

Silence fell over the both of you and before you could even think, the man was between your legs as you wrapped them around him. You both leaned in and met each other with a lustful kiss as his hands squeezed your thighs, sure to leave bruises.

You pulled away first to stare at the beautiful man’s grey eyes and you wet your now abandoned lips.

“Should we be doing this?”

“On the kitchen counter? No. Probably not.”

You sighed and the man moved to kissing your jaw.

“I mean, should we be doing this at all. My parents are next door.”

“Good. Who cares? You are a woman after all. Let me help you feel like one.”

Levi didn’t fail to do so. He took you right there on the kitchen counter. Twice.

His thrusts were deep and relentless as he grunts rattled your chest. His hands wandered across your entire body as he kissed every inch. Soft bites were delivered to your breasts and shoulders and his words made your heart and pussy flutter.

“Gorgeous. So beautiful. Every inch. Every part.”

“I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.”

“Finally get to feel you. So fucking good.”

“Feel like a woman yet? Or should I fuck you again?”

Those words were muttered to you through heavy breathes as you melted into his embrace. You both lay in his bed as you recovered from your most recent orgasm.

“One more time? I want to be all yours.”

And he did fuck you one more time, and came inside. You wanted to be his, right? You’re his woman after all.

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transias · 2 years

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honest with me. (III)

pairings: spider-man!miguel diaz x reader

warnings: miguel sorta being a dick, terribly written fight scene.

summary: after the events of samantha's party, miguel has completely been ignoring you and your friends. it isn't until miguel comes to a dreadful realization that he asks for you and your friends' help.

note: so this is the final part! but don't worry, this isn't the last you haven't seen of spider-man!miguel. i'll probably make some imagines and headcanons! also just some people who asked me to be tagged in the last part! @dramasmarvel @melixfandoms

after the events of sam's party, you spent the rest of the weekend stuck at work.

you thought maybe it'd be better if you kept your mind busy and did things, it sort of worked. hawk and eli swung by saturday afternoon and you told them everything.

they were a bit disappointed, to say the least. but they stuck right by you, asking if you were okay and comforting you. you were so grateful for them.

the week you came back from school, you tried talking to miguel but he just walked past you.

then you tried again but this time he gave you some dumb excuse about how sam needed his help with prom.

the entire day, you just watched as miguel walked down the halls with sam, his arm wrapped around her waist.

and after four weeks of miguel completely ignoring you and your friends. he had his big 'promposal' in the cafeteria.

he stood in the cafeteria with a huge bouquet of flowers for her in his arms. what was left of your broken heart simply disintegrated as you watched him kiss her and everyone cheer.

demetri and hawk tried distracting you with everything they could, and while you reassured them you were fine they could tell you weren't.

you were all hanging out at hawk's house, playing video games and simply hanging out.

"we should all go to the prom together." hawk spoke up.

you furrowed your brows, "all? you mean you, demetri, and me?"

he nods, "yeah! i mean we don't have dates and we could end up having a little fun. what's the harm in that?"

"i thought you were going to the prom with moon?" demetri asked.

"yeah about that... she actually has to visit her grandparents this weekend." hawk replied.

you thought, "but- prom is in two days. i don't even have an outfit!"

"well then what are we waiting for? come on! let's go find our fits!" hawk pulled you and demetri up from the couch.

you weren't gonna lie, you wanted to go to prom with miguel but things changed. so you guess going to prom with your two best friends wouldn't be so bad, would it?

so you set out to help your friends get their tuxedos and your outfit.

"what about this one?" demetri asked, stepping out of the changing room with the most ridiculous suit ever.

you stiffled a laugh, "demetri, i'm sorry but that suit does not look good on you. or literally anyone."

"yeah, (y/n)'s right. you look like you just stepped out of dumb and dumber." hawk joked.

you looked around for other different suit styles to try and help demetri.

when you finally found one you thought would good look on him, you heard someone behind you ask, "you're going to the prom?"

turning around, you meet miguel's brown eyes, quickly forcing yourself to look away from him.

"i don't wanna talk to you right now." you start walking away, miguel placing his hand on your arm.

"please! can i just apologize? i know-"

"save it, diaz! if you were actually sorry you would've said it to me before? why wait until now?" you angrily mumble to him.

"because- i'm in love with you too! i just- i didn't know how to tell you this or even apologize." he replied.

a terrible pain churned in your heart. "well if you're so in love with me, then why are you with her?"

miguel gulped, "because- i like her too. but i love you. like and love are two different things." he sighed, "i can't just tell her this. it'll hurt her."

you scoffed, "like you hurt me?" you sigh, "i'll see you around."

you returned to your friends, handing demetri the suit you looked for him.

the night of the prom was dreadful for you.

you were worried about seeing miguel and sam again. but you also didn't want it to ruin your night completely.

you were gonna have fun with your friends and that was it!

you heard a horn outside and walked out, laughing as you saw the giant limo and your friends out. "you did not just get a limo for this." you look at hawk.

hawk smirked, "i figured if we're gonna look this fly we better show up in style." he shrugged, "but anyways, you look absolutely great (y/n)!"

you look down at (y/f/c) outfit and smile, doing a playful curtsy, "why, thank you." you smile.

demetri pulled out a small plastic box, "if you'll allow me."

you nod, giving him your arm and watching as he placed a corsage on your wrist.

"thank you guys for this. really, i appreciate it." you smile at them.

"you're our friend. friends look out for each other." demetri gave you a smile.

"well what are we waiting for! come on, let's show these losers how it's done." hawk exclaimed, the three of you getting into the limo.

the three of you loudly sang along to hawk's playlist, the driver was probably annoyed more than anything right now. but thankfully, your ride was coming to an end.

demetri stepped out first, offering you his hand as you stepped out, hawk following afterwards.

you took a deep breath, lacing you and your friends’ arms together as you walked in.

the decoration was absolutely beautiful. you hated larusso but you had to give her props for making the gymnasium not look like one.

“you want something to drink?” hawk asked.

“yeah uhh fruit punch please!” demetri smiled.

“i asked (y/n), get it yourself.” hawk scoffed.

demetri’s smile dropped and hawk sighed, “fine- i’ll get it for you. (y/n)?”

“i’ll take fruit punch too, thank you!” you reply.

hawk returned soon with the drinks in his hand, handing each of them to you.

you heard a throat clear behind you, “h-hey guys.”

you turn around to be faced with miguel, a horrified look on his face.

"are you alright?" you ask.

miguel shakes his head, "i uhm- i don't know! listen, i know i've been a real shitty friend. especially to you, (y/n)." he glances at you, "i just- i really need your help now, more than ever."

"what makes you think we'll help you?" hawk crossed his arms.

you gently smack his arm, "no. i mean- yeah these past couple of weeks you've been acting like a dick but... it's not like we can ignore our entire pasts together."

hawk and demetri looked at each other, "are you sure you wanna help him?" demetri asked.

you shrug, "it's what friends do. they look out for each other, like you said."

the boys sigh and nod, "fine. what do you need help with?"

"follow me." miguel said.

as the four of you made your way to the computer lab, miguel explained the whole thing to them. how you figured out he was spider-man and that sam's dad was actually an illegal weapons dealer. he was ready to strike now and go after an important technological company.

needless to say, the news your two friends mostly focused on was the fact that miguel was spider-man.

"you're telling me- that all this time, the posters i have on my room are from you?!" hawk asked.

"i- i guess so. wait you have spider-man posters?" miguel teased.

"called it." demetri added.

hawk rolled his eyes, "whatever, let's just do this!"

you connected a call between miguel and you and your friends, as you were about to hand him the earpiece you saw he was already in his suit.

"do you just always wear that under everything?" you ask.

he nods, "yeah pretty much. gotta be ready for anything, y'know?"

"right, of course." you reply, "well, go get 'em tiger." you smile softly at him.

he smiles back before slipping his mask back on and swinging out of the window.

you return to demetri, who's on the computer tracking the plane of the company.

"can you see anything yet?" he asked miguel.

"yeah! he's drilling some kind of hole onto the plane. i don't know how i'll get so high up there." miguel replied.

"well what if you use your webs and yourself as a slingshot?" you ask.

miguel nods, "i think that'll work!"

a moment of silence goes by but as you hear a thud and a grunt, you're sure miguel has reached the top of the plane.

"i did it!" he exclaims.

the three of you let a sigh of relief out, "what's the plan now?" hawk asks.

"well i'm having a little bit of trouble getting into the plane itself but- OH SHIT!" miguel yelps, a loud buzzing noise being heard through the intercom.

miguel kept dodging every single attack his opponent would send, "just casually ditching the school dance, to fight my girlfriend's dad!" he exclaimed.

you sat by your chair, feeling completely useless while all you could do is sit and listen to him fight mr. larusso.

"the plane's gonna crash! we're heading down now!" miguel says.

"do you see any clear land where you're about to crash?" you ask.

"yeah, it seems like it might be coney island!" he replies.

"i'll meet you there!" you quickly get up and take off to the dance floor again.

you look around and spot robby, dancing next to tory nichols.

"hi! sorry to interrupt but robby, i really need your car! can i borrow it?" you ask.

"depends. what are you willing to trade for it?" he smirks.

you groan, "i'll do your entire homework for a month and finish your biology essay!"

robby shrugs, "sounds like a good deal to me."

and with that, robby keene tosses you his car keys.

"oh thank you! goodbye guys, enjoy your night!" you quickly wave goodbye.

you drive as fast you can to the island, thankfully the streets were empty, leaving you to speed up as fast as you needed.

as you reach the parking lot, your stomach drops at the sight of the fiery crash. you notice a floating figure trying to make its getaway, you run towards it and notice miguel trying to pull them down.

the heavy armor around the figure fails, exploding and dropping down on the ground.

"oh shit." miguel mutters. he runs after the man and so do you.

mr. larusso seems to be okay, miguel quickly gets him out of the armor and drops him down to the ground.

"miguel!" you exclaim, running after him.

"oh (y/n)!" he replies, quickly pulling you into a hug.

"are you alright? are you hurt?" you ask, looking at him up and down.

he takes off his mask, "i'm alright! i promise, look at me." a smile forming on his lips.

you can't help but smile back, "i'm happy you are."

"(y/n). i'm sorry, i should've never hurt you and i never should've picked sam over hawk and demetri and especially you." he starts, "and if you'll still have me, i want to be with you. but doing it properly this time. is that alright?" miguel asks.

you stop for a moment, thinking about it for a second and nodding, "i would love that."

miguel leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, you raise and eyebrow before leaning in yourself and wrapping him in a way longer kiss.

"come on, we have to get out of here the police will be here soon." you take his hand.

"wait- i just have to do one last thing." he insists.

miguel grabs mr. larusso and webs him up to one of the crates, he writes something down on a legal notepad that one of the workers must've forgotten and gently webs that up to mr. larusso's chest.

"now, let's go!" miguel exclaims, taking your hand into his and running.

you take him back to your house. you call demetri and hawk to update them, the two of them now on the way to your house.

you had changed out of your prom outfit to a much more comfortable one.

miguel sat down in your bed, you check his body for anymore injuries.

"well, this was one hell of a prom night, huh?" miguel jokes.

you chuckle softly and nod, "yep."

he sighs, "sam's gonna be mad i blew her off."

"well maybe sam's dad shouldn't be manufacturing illegal weapons and trying to steal high technology." you snarkily replied.

miguel laughs and wraps you under his arm, "i'll talk to her and fix this, i promise."

your bedroom door busts open and in come demetri and hawk talking loudly.

"dude! that was absolute madness!" demetri exclaims, both of your friends still hyped up on adrenaline.

"it's all over the news! spider-man stops daniel larusso from stealing high tech!" hawk adds.

the following week, sam and her family had moved away to live with some distant relatives.

you had to admit, you sort of felt bad for her. it was unfair that she had to move away from this life because of the consequences of her father.

miguel and you went official, at least only between hawk and demetri. the rest didnt really need to know.

miguel and you sat on the rooftop of a building, him in his spider-man suit as you both looked at the view.

out of the blue, miguel asks, "do you wanna swing with me?"

you pause for a moment, thinking of all the ways this could go wrong but in the end you shrug, "sure!"

you wrap your arms tightly around your lover, taking a deep breath before letting a small scream as soon as he starts swinging.

after a few seconds you relax, you're safe in miguel's arms and happier than ever.

and you know what? you wouldn't have it any other way.

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai headcanon #cobra kai imagine #xolo mariduena x reader #miguel diaz #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz x y/n #miguel diaz x you #miguel diaz imagine #spider man!migueldiaz #spider man!miguel diaz x reader #spider man!miguel diaz

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rafescoke · 3 years

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Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: The second one I was hoping could be a Rafe x reader based on the song why’d you only call me when you’re high by arctic monkeys. Maybe something along the lines of rafe only calling and giving the reader attention when he wants to hook up. Finally, the reader gets tired of it their feelings known.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself thinking about a certain boy more than what they had agreed on

Warnings: Hella angst, mentions of sex, masterbating, substance, cursing, toxic relationship

A/N: I’ve been updating a new fic every single day and the amount of love you guys are returning is beyond amazing. I love you so much, thank you for all of your kind words <3

p.s, again, my request box is always open. drop in any ideas and i’ll present to you my best :)

p.p.s, does anyone know why i can’t tag some users? im going crazy.

“I was thinking. . .” Rafe trailed, drawing invisible circles against her soft skin. She hummed in response, her eyes closed, feeling so relaxed under the silk bedsheet wrapping around her body.

“We should do this often.”

“Is twice a day isn’t enough for you?” she asked, hiding her smile. She felt him shift, placing his arms around her waist and pulling her close against him. She giggled lightly, feeling him behind her, but she was too tired to do anything.

“We should try doing it every minute,” he simply replied, smelling into her scent. She smelt like vanilla and caramel, just the way he likes it. “Is this the perfume I bought?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, feeling so peaceful she could sleep if he hadn’t pulled her closer against his hardening member. She groaned, trying to scoot forward by an inch, but was stopped by his fingers gripping her hips.

“I’m sore.”

“I know,” he replied casually, still brushing against her bottom. Before he could do anything else she turned, now facing him. She looked at his handsome face, his blue eyes and his soft lips. Her thumb grazed over his top lip, and Rafe swore he could fuck her anytime soon if she kept doing that.

“Are you not tired?” she asked, now cupping his face. He stared into her eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them before giving her a smile.

“No.”

“You’re mental,” she sighed, but she failed to contain her laugh after. She giggled, still cupping his face, and she has never felt so calm and relax before. Just them two, on top of a bed in some cheap motel, sometimes hearing the couple staying on top of them screaming at each other.

“Are you?” he continued, tilting his head into her hands. She smiled when he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from her. He loves it. He feels at peace.

(Y/N) sighed, loving yet also hating these kind of moments where she knew they would be acting like strangers after, in front of everyone else. She remembered the exact day after she had had sex with him for the first time, and how he acted so cold afterwards.

“Hey,” (Y/N) smiled, standing beside his form as he squinted his eyes against the bright sunlight to inspect his goal. He didn’t reply, swinging his golf club upwards and hit the golf ball. (Y/N) watched as it flew and landed near the goal, and expressed a smile.

“You’re good.”

“Huh?” he looked up to her, as if just noticed her existence. (Y/N) felt a pang of hurt across her heart, especially when he had just whispered so many love words into her ear the night before.

“I said you’re good.”

“Oh, thanks,” he muttered, already making his way back to where his friends were. Clearly not satisfied, she followed him suit, watching as his friends cheered for him. Rafe groaned even harder, and turned to look at her before they got too close to his friends.

“What are you fucking doing here?” he scolded, his eyes staring at a space beside her. (Y/N) raised a brow, being caught off guard, but she tried to play it cool.

“I’m a member of this country club too, Rafe,” she replied, scoffing. “You’re an asshole, do you know that? Are we not going to talk about last ni-”

“Shut up,” he grunted, looking backwards to check on his friends before pulling her a few distance away. “Look, I was on drugs last night. That was not me. Let it go, okay?”

(Y/N) has never experienced that kind of disrespect, and she swore she hated Rafe Cameron so bad that when she got home, she cried against her pillows until the night sky greeted her.

She thought about the many other guys who tried to be with her, but she had pushed them all away for a certain rich boy living 6 houses away from her. The fact that her parents are good friends with Ward and Rose Cameron doesn’t make it any easier, not when she is forced to see him every single Saturday night for ‘barbecue night’.

“What are you thinking?” he suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts. She sighed, suddenly scooting away from him. He watched as she turned away, but he didn’t put much thoughts into it.

“I can still smell the weed from you,” she suddenly said, and Rafe let out a laugh. He rubbed his eyes, hating the fact that they are going to repeat the same topic they have fought countless of times before, especially after sex and they had both came down from the high.

“Don’t start, (Y/N), fuck,” he sighed, covering his face with his large hands. He watched as she scooted further, wrapping the covers around her body. “Can you please just lay right next to me?”

“I want to sleep,” she replied, and bit her lips before she could express any tears. Rafe sighed, groaning, and sat up straight, resting on the edge of the bed before reaching for his jeans discarded on the corner of the room.

“I’m leaving,” he said, and (Y/N) heard the metal bar of his belt clanking against his jeans button. “Since you wanna act like a bitch again.”

“You’re an asshole,” she replied, still not looking at him. A tear rolled down her cheeks before she could stop herself, and she quickly wiped them away.

“Whatever,” he said, and she heard the door slammed shut. She cursed, unable to stop her tears now that she was alone. The banter between the husband and wife from the room above filled the silence as (Y/N) sobbed against the pillow and she thought about how it resembled her and Rafe’s relationship so much.

He would call her when he’s under the influence, whispering sweet-nothings through the phone, saying how much he’s missing her and longing for her forehead kisses. The fight they had before the phone call will immediately evaporate into thin air, and (Y/N) will make her way to wherever Rafe is. Sometimes they’ll do it in the car in a secluded alley or sometimes in the cheap motel at Chapel Hill.

But then it was the moments after their brief meeting that had her all moody and depress throughout the week; how he would ignore her, pretending not to see her and forcing himself to say ‘hi’ during their family barbecue.

(Y/N) never thought of herself as someone who’s prone to being in a sneaky relationship, but if that what it takes to be with Rafe Cameron, she was willing to be in one.

It had been a week since the incidence, and Rafe hadn’t call her to meet or anything of the sort. (Y/N) frowned when she thought of this, because the longest fight they had before only lasted for 2 days before he rang her up, asking to meet up.

(Y/N) shook her head, sipping on her martini before setting it on the side of the swimming pool. She dived into the water, trying to get the heat from the scorching sun off of her, and resurfaced seconds after, her wet hair falling down her shoulders.

“(Y/N), where’s dad?” Topper appeared, squatting in front of her as she took another sip on the martini. Her eyes fell to the figure behind her brother, and she almost choked on the liquid.

“Um, I don’t know,” (Y/N) replied, staring at Rafe Cameron as he took out his phone to check on his messages, ignoring her like always. She rolled her eyes at this, knowing that there were no new texts and he was just trying to act like she wasn’t there. She dived into the water again and swam to the other side, away from Rafe and his negative energy.

If Rafe knew she was going to be in the swimming pool, he would have made an excuse to Topper, perhaps saying how he has to take Wheezie to the clinic for an appointment. (Y/N) was almost never home every time he hang out with Topper, so he thought he was safe. But there she was; in the most tempting bikini, swimming and constantly sipping on a martini.

Rafe sat right next to Topper, watching her back from the corners of his eyes as she gazed at the view in front of her. She was laying on her arms, lazily humming to a rock song Rafe plays every time he’s driving.

He jolted when Topper touched his hand.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Topper laughed, “I said, do you wanna eat?”

“I’m okay,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and thinking about good she looked in that bikini. He made a mental note to guess the brand to purchase more of that sort for her.

“Okay, I’m going in to get myself some food. Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Topper asked, sitting on the edge of the seat. Rafe nodded, his eyes still closed, and heard him walking towards the sliding door into the kitchen.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

Rafe opened his eyes, and to his satisfaction, the girl with the (H/C) locks stared at him with her face rested against her arms. His breath hitched, seeing how beautiful she was with the chlorine water dripping from her face, down to her neck, continuing to her che-

“God, you’re a fucking asshole,” she suddenly said, and Rafe had to shook his head from the involuntary thought that appeared in his mind. He groaned, watching as she dived in the water again, and almost catching a glimpse of her bottom. He smiled.

“Are you still a bitch?” he asked when she resurfaced, crossing his arms. “Because if you are, I don’t feel like fucking you right here and right now.”

(Y/N) halted her movements as she tried her best not to look at the smirking boy, and instead staring into the swimming pool as if there was something interesting in it. Rafe laughed, knowing exactly the impact of his words towards her, and thought about wanting to have a little more fun with her.

“I’m asking, baby,” he said softly, and her eyes landed on his. “Are you still a bitch?”

“I brought cookies!” Topper suddenly yelled, appearing from the sliding door and walking towards them with a bright smile. Rafe cursed, laying his back against the seat again and pretending to close his eyes while (Y/N) dived underwater, trying to hide her red face. He was glad when Topper handed him a cookie, talking about wanting to surf tomorrow - so oblivious towards the sexual tension between him and his own twin.

“What do you think?” Topper asked, munching on the cookies all the while trying to see Rafe’s reaction. Rafe nodded, muttering his agreement, but under his sunglasses, he was watching (Y/N) and she too, was watching him.

“Can I have a cookie, Tops?” (Y/N) suddenly interrupted, and without looking at her, Topper gave her a thumbs up sign. (Y/N) smiled, pulling herself up from the pool and Rafe almost had a heart attack from the sight of her curves donning the bikini and the water dripping off of her.

She walked towards them, hair swept to her left shoulder, and Rafe’s gaze followed her fingers as she grabbed a cookie and immediately putting it in her mouth. He watched as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet taste, all the while sitting under the glowing sun that highlighted her features even more.

He could feel himself getting harder.

“Well,” (Y/N) suddenly said, and Rafe had realized he was too busy looking at her to realize that she was already conversing with Topper. “I’ll go. Is Rafe coming too?”

Both of the siblings’ attention fell towards him, and Rafe found himself clearing his throat before he spoke.

“I’m sorry, where are we?”

“Man, are you sure you’re okay?” Topper asked, removing his sunglasses to look at him clearly. “Do you need water?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Rafe quickly added, “Can I, um, go up to your room? I think I need a nap.”

“Yeah, okay,” Topper replied, not thinking much of it. They had been spending so much time under the sun during the summer, he wouldn’t be surprised if one of them got sick. “I’ll go upstairs in a second.”

He muttered a thanks, quickly making his way to the top of the house, where Topper stayed. He groaned, feeling himself getting harder, and hating the fact that she was most probably liking the way he was reacting.

He locked the door of the bathroom he has been using since the first day he became friends with Topper, watching himself in the mirror. He closed his eyes while he tried to picture her in his mind, his fingers trying their best to untie the knot of the band of his swimming shorts.

He held himself in the palm of his hands as he pictured her again, this time with her under him. He started sliding his palm over his hardened member, his other hand safely placed on the sink for balance. He thought of the way she’ll bounce on him when she rides him, and bit his lips before he could let out any sounds.

Fuck.

He hated how easy she’ll make him hard and how she has him wrapped around her finger. It was true how they would only do the unholy thing when he was under the influence or they were both under the influence, but he couldn’t deny the unsettling feeling in his stomach every time he saw her.

“Fuck,” he expressed, his grip on the sink tightening. His movements became faster as he tried to picture her mouth and around him, and felt his end coming. He left a string of curses as he finally released himself, watching the shot dripping off the sides of the sink. He grunted, having to do more work, and grabbed himself the white tissues before wiping his mess.

. . .

“Hey.”

“Hey, Rafe,” (Y/N) said, trying to maintain her normal tone. She bit her lips at the sound of his heavy breathing, missing his voice and also his handsome face. She longed to have his face in her hands again, staring at each other’s eyes and kissing each other’s lips right after.

“Can you come over?” he asked, his voice slurring. “No, I mean, can I pick you up?” The sound of laughter and booming music could be heard behind him, giving out his location. (Y/N) sighed, knowing the exact request behind the words, and looked at her wall to check on the time.

“It’s 12 a.m., my mom won’t allow me to go out.”

“Sneak out, then,” Rafe replied, and he said something to his friends before focusing back on her. “Please? I missed you.”

(Y/N) sighed, knowing exactly her problem.

This.

“Okay,” she replied, leaning over her mattress to close her laptop now that she had new plans for the night. “What time are you picking me up?”

“I can’t drive right now,” he said, suddenly realizing how sloshed he was. “Can you come and pick me up, please?”

She sighed again, but she had missed him so much. Him and his touches. His and his words.

Him.

“Okay, send me your location, okay? I’ll pick you up.”

(Y/N) thought about how she couldn’t do it anymore. Not when she has spent most of her life trying to make him love her. He had been friends with her brother since forever, but yet he never seemed to settle on her. She heard about the amount of girls he dated and how she tried to become like them, but after a while, she grew bored of it. She was tired of running after someone who doesn’t want to be caught.

Until the night at the party, where they had been smoking and doing coke and god knows what else. (Y/N) had watched him from the corners of her eyes, liking how attractive he looked under the party lights. He was in a black shirt, his hair messily parted, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.

“Thornton, do you know how perfect your smile is?” he asked, leaning towards her. (Y/N) giggled, her back against the wall as she stared into his eyes.

“You’re mistaking me for my brother, Rafe?” she asked, with that smile again. Rafe licked his lips, looking down to hers before leaning closer to whisper into her ear.

“I’ve got to confess, (Y/N),” he whispered, sending shivers down to her spine. “You’re the hottest sibling.”

When she woke up the next day, laying right next to Rafe Cameron, she had to pinch herself a few times to make sure that she was living in reality, but when she tried to approach him that evening on the golf course, it was like nothing happened that night.

It scarred her until he rang her up again, six days after.

“Rafe,” (Y/N) sighed, leaning over to open the passenger’s door from her seat, seeing how drunk he was. Rafe giggled, getting himself in before shutting the door and staring at her. He leaned towards her and placed a sloppy kiss against her cheeks, down to her neck and stopped directly before her chest.

“Just park in the back,” he ordered, placing his palm on the upper side of her thigh, too close to her heat. She bit her lips as she turned her steering wheel, entering the back alley of the club. Soon after he had texted her his location, she sneaked out through her brother’s porch and stole his car, driving straight towards Rafe.

She turned the ignition off and looked at him, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, groaning when he missed one button. He tried to reach for her, but she pushed his hand away, her face expressing into anger.

“Don’t pull this shit again, fuck,” Rafe sighed, throwing his head back against the seat and covering his face with his hands. (Y/N) caught a glimpse of a gold ring, and noticed how it looked so similar to hers hanging around her neck.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, filling the silence. Rafe let out a shrill laugh, still closing his eyes.

“Still a bitch, I guess.”

“This is the problem, Rafe!” she groaned, causing Rafe to look at her fully in the face when he noticed her increasing volume. “What are we?”

“What do you want to hear?” he simply said, staring at her with empty eyes. He licked his lips, “No, seriously. Tell me the answer, and I’ll say it.”

How cold could he be?

“Rafe, do you see how you’re treating me?” she asked, and she could feel her tears threatening to fall. “Do you realize the difference between sober Rafe and intoxicated Rafe?”

Of course he knew. He just chose to ignore it.

“I can’t do this right now,” Rafe said, putting his hands up in defeat. “Can we just fuck, get over whatever fight we’re having right now, and live our best lives the next day? Can we do that?”

He turned to look at her, and noticed her glassy eyes. He sighed, trying to cup her face, but she flinched at his touch.

“You make me feel like a whore,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “One second you love me, the next second you’re spitting on me.”

He just had the worst night of his life; having a fight with Ward about his business, bumping onto the pogues, catching Sarah and John B. . . and now this?

“You think too much,” he said, but his heartbeat was quickening. He stole a glance at her and watched as she stared at him with empty eyes. “I’m sober now. You know what, (Y/N)? You’re right. I can’t even look at you when I’m not under the influence.”

He turned to open the door, getting out while buttoning his shirt back, not wanting to look at her. He couldn’t stand it, he knew he’ll be too broken if he sees her cry over him. He didn’t know what to do; he panicked, never preparing for this exact moment where he knew she will ask about the state of their relationship.

He watched as she sped away from the alley, her engine roaring against the silence of that particular Friday night, where his day had been nothing but miserable. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to contain his feelings, but before he knew it, he had kicked on the empty beer can on the side of the road, watching its movement as it hit the opposite wall and fell into the trash can.

He laughed at the strange occurrence, his tears slowly rolling down his cheeks and made his way back to the club.

If there’s one thing he’s so sure about himself; Rafe Cameron hates himself more than anyone else in the world.

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voidmadisonrecs · 3 years

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chris evans recs

these are more for me then anyone else but here are my fav chris evans (and co.) fics, blurbs, headcanons, etc.

feel free to message or comment with suggestions that i should read and make sure to check out these writers other works because they are all amazing <3

Chris Evans

butterflies - @chanelfaerie

chris has got butterflies for you—do you feel the same?

pop the questions - @angelkurenai

you are costars and in a relationship with Chris and while on the set of ‘Gifted’, you are very clingy. when Chris sees you interact with your youngest costar, he realizes you would make a great mother

white - @agentofbarnes

chris can’t seem to function while seeing you in a white dress

ask me properly - @twittytelly

while spending time with his family, chris realizes that it's the perfect time to put his 'plan' into action

red carpet w/ chris - @avenging-fandoms

your chris’s costar with Chris and you’re both tipsy in a red carpet interview and giggling together, making no sense but just being all happy and sparking dating rumours

happy goddamn new year - @fluffymisha97

the morning after your new year with the evans’ which doesn’t go all that smooth

sweet creature - @buckyhoney

domestic shit

ass man headcanon - @agentofbarnes

chris evans sure does love ass

and then he came along - @teebarnes

you haven't had the best record when it comes to relationships, you thought you couldn't be loved. until one day as you sat on the beach shivering, everything changed when chris came along

granola bar and lots of love - @planetofawe

with the kids away, you and chris have more than enough time to practice some aftercare (smut)

claim - @cloudystevie

your husband puts a baby in you (smut)

beer gut - @violetlilysunshine

chris gets self conscious after gaining a little bit of weight and not working out as hard as he used to during his Marvel days (smut)

dumb - @agentofbarnes

chris evans makes you dumb and you are a little touchstarved (smut)

red, white, blue’s in the sky, summer’s in the air, baby heaven’s in your eyes - @cloudystevie

sunday’s are for football games and attention (smut)

the big 4-0 - @rocketrhap3000

chris being insecure for his 40th bday but reader makes sure he knows just how much she loves him (smut)

my girl - @punani

chris loves calling you his girl (smut)

the fluffer (masterlist) - @punani

it’s the 70′s and the erotic videos industry is experiencing another boom after the risen popularity in the previous decade. the studio’s are hot, gemini flanagan is a brand, and you’re a newly hired assistant at shaggin’ studios. chris takes a liking to you, altering your job description so that you get to work more closely with him. is this all just physical, or is there something more? (smut)

wedding shenanigans - @flowerbouquet

in which you and chris have a sneaky fuck in the bathroom during your best friends wedding (smut)

grocery run - @bucksfucks

innocently wearing chris’ shirt leads to you finding out just how much he can’t resist you (smut)

chain - @bucksfucks

chris tells you to bite down on his chain (smut)

home late (part 2) - @violetlilysunshine

smuttttttt

severance - @punani

the divorce process with chris is messy, seemingly never ending, and ultimately: heartbreaking. you had to be strong for your son, yourself, and eventually you wanted someone else to be strong for you, so, it seemed only natural that you would venture into the arms of another. however, sometimes the line between something officially ending or simply taking a break blurs when you’ve known someone for longer than you can remember (smut/baby fever/ex!reader)

so beautiful to me - @uprootbasic

despite being broken up and coparenting, chris still want to show you how much he loves you (smut/baby fever)

sundress season - @jurassicbarnes

in which all it takes is a pretty little dress to break his resolve (ex!reader/smut/baby fever)

mwah - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

ur little bubba is obsessed with kissys and keeps leaning in to kiss you (baby fever)

long hair lover - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

chris comes back from filming red sea diving resort and his baby daughter is crazy in love with his long hair (baby fever)

slobbery kisses - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

chris wakes up to sloppy kisses by his baby (baby fever)

baby rose - @fluffymisha97

reader and chris had a little baby girl. but not everything is going that well, you're both trying to navigate life as new parents (baby fever)

eve - @kiwisomething

you drop your son off with his father and he invites you in (baby fever/ex!chris)

parenting is hard blurb - @lokiscu

chris and the reader have just had a baby and the lack of sleep mixed with lack of physical affection and time they have with one another gets to both of them and they end up fighting because of the stress (baby fever)

isla - @uprootbasic

the reader is a famous singer and always sings to her little girl. one night, chris and the reader decides to have this little jamming session with their baby. chris plays the piano while the reader sings I wanna hold your hand by the Beatles (baby fever)

the neighbours lights - @lokiscu

it’s your first Christmas with a baby (baby fever)

paparazzi - @ozarkthedog

chris evans and reader are both famous and one day they are out with their daughter when paparazzi start to follow them (baby fever)

thunder - @worksby-d

your daughter is scared of the thunder (baby fever)

she’s the one - @worksby-d

chris x singlemom!reader masterlist (baby fever)

protective stepdad chris x single!reader - @worksby-d

masterlist (baby fever)

truth be told - @kthynes

chris finds out he has a 6 month old baby because his partner didn’t have the chance to tell him that she is pregnant because they broke up (angsty??/baby fever)

not her - @agentofbarnes

chris wants a family and you just aren’t ready yet, but that doesn’t mean he wants you any less (angsty?)

the love we have - @kthynes

the reader is chris's ex wife and she's about to be married again to a guy she doesn't really love. so in the night of her bachelorette party she's really drunk and she ended up going to his apartment and tell him that she still loves him and that she wants to hate him because he was the one who file for divorce but she can't, then she leaves. on the day of the ceremony their 10 year old kid tells Chris that he should go after her before is too late (angsty??)

Frank Adler

i ruined our sweet tune - @rodrikstark

the last person you’d expect to see in florida is the hot professor from your undergrad philosophy class

buttons - @rodrikstark

buttoning franks shirt headcanon

waffles - @amylillian22

the morning after their usual saturday date night, y/n runs into mary unexpectedly. frank wakes up to find them making waffles

remember - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why

breeding kink - @stargazingfangirl18

as the hot single dad everyone wants to get with, frank turns a few heads at back to school night, and well, you may get a little possessive (smut)

magic demeanor - @bloodiedskirtts

after moving back to Florida in the middle of a heat wave, things seem to be getting worse and worse. the only thing to make her days any better is her neighbour, Frank. with neither of them willing to admit that they can’t get enough of each other, a pesky shower malfunction may be the only way for them to tell each other how they feel (smut)

Ransom Drysdale

2:27 am - @cloudystevie

it’s 2:27 in the morning when ransom shows up at your doorstep, and he wishes he could tell you why

cold (third part of his return) - @kiwisomething

hugh is cold sleeping on the couch by himself

new man - @worksby-d

ransom loves to pretend he’s not whipped for you, but here he is letting you do your skin care routine on him

morning dew - @agentofbarnes

it was only supposed to be one night, but ransom can’t seem to get you out of his head (smut)

Andy Barber

the proposal - @fairyevans

andy takes the reader on a gorgeous vacation but everything goes wrong except the proposal

consequences - @stargazingfangirl18

life after your breakup with ransom (smut)

yes, mrs barber - @jurassicbarnes

in which you’re down on your knees, about to suck his dick within an inch of his life because it was the only way to shut him up (smut)

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Hug it out!

(A/N): This was requested by an anon and I swear, if this flops I'll cry, because this is THE cutest fluff I came up with in a while

Summary: Some days are good, some days are rough with two toddlers. This is a rough day for Spencer.

Warnings: Except for tooth rotting fluff, the smallest bit of self doubt as a father

Wordcount: 1.2k

✨Masterlist✨ ____________________________

It’s one of those days. Days, where Spencer is reminded how difficult it is being a single father to a pair of toddlers. From the moment they wake up, which is several hours before their regular time, Spencer knows he is in for it today.

“Ok, who wants juice?” He asks with an enthusiastic voice, trying to lift the mood. His youngest, two year old (Y/N), woke up due to a nightmare and came into his room at four in the morning to make her father cuddle the bad monsters away (her words, not his). Unfortunately she takes after her father regarding her clumsiness. While trying to close the door to Spencer’s bedroom quietly, she lost her balance and smashed it shut. That’s how he ended up with two children in his bed, cuddling close to him and still complaining about the closeness.

The grumpy kids light up a bit at the suggestion of the fruity liquid. “I wan da blu ‘up!” (Y/N) exclaimed. And there does the father see the next quarrel between the siblings incoming. “No! I always use the blue cup!” Her brother, who is three years her senior, argues. He is pretty possessive of his things, which is understandable given the fact that for the majority of his life he didn't have to share his things..

Spencer lets them exchange a few arguments about who should get the cup. Seeing that they are not able to solve this problem on their own (maybe because they are tired children or because the arguments presented by both sides are not that convincing), he decides to intervene.

“Why don’t you share the cup? This way both of you can have it and take a sip from it”, he suggests. But his idea meets his own germaphobia. “Don’ wan’ sha’e. Brother can hav’, I don’ wan’ his germ”, (Y/N) says defeatedly with a sad expression. Spencer can’t take offense in her answer, knowing he would react the same way. “Don’t you want your sippy cup anyway? With that you can also play later without worrying about spilling something”, he asks her in a gentle voice. This is met with a small nod and a tired yawn.

With breakfast and getting ready for the day out of the way, Spencer lets the two of them watch a bit of TV while he mingles around the household for a bit. It’s a free Saturday and all of his prayers wish that it stays that way, especially now, knowing that this day won’t be easy for their babysitter. Sometimes siblings just don’t get along.

“NO! No blanket fo’t!”, he hears (Y/N) shout. The father puts his son’s shirt that he was folding down and goes over to the living room. There he sees his children fighting over the big lavendel blanket that always lays on the couch. “Hey, what is this about?” He asks in a firm yet mild voice. A big part of his parenting is that raised voices only will lead to more raised voices and not quiet.

“I want to build a blanket fort with her, but (Y/N) is just too stubborn and wants to take a nap on the couch with the blanket. Dad, can you tell her that a blanket fort is way cooler than just sleeping please”, the older one complains, pointing to his sister.

Trying to think quickly on his feet for a solution, because a fighting pair of kids is more frightening than staring down eye to eye with an UnSub, Spencer stalls some time by taking the blanket and folding it.

“You have to understand Buddy that your sister still is pretty small and she needs to take naps throughout the day, because her small body doesn’t have enough energy for the whole day. And (Y/N) had a really bad night, so a nap would not be wrong. Maybe we can build a fort together and you two can watch a movie in it and lay down for a bit?” Making it not sound like he should take a nap too, even though this is Spencer’s intention, does the trick. A little bit later the siblings lay on pillows under blankets with blankets above them watching their favorite movie. They surprisingly quickly decided on a movie and saved their father another lecture.

This gives Spencer time to prepare lunch while finishing laundry and other important tasks in the household. As the food is cooking and everything else is done, he sits down with a book in his hand. A content sigh leaves his lips. Finally some peac-

“(Y/N)! THAT IS MY PART OF THE BLANKET!” “NO! I need blane’t too!” “You can’t even say blanket, because you are a baby. Go to sleep baby, I wanna watch the movie!” Quickly the father is back on his feet and strides towards the living room. Once again his children fight over that one blanket.

“Enough is enough, I need you two to come out there”, he says in a firm voice. Slowly both of them crawl out from the fort, looking somber. “I’ll ask each of you to tell me their side of the story, if you want, you can describe to me what happened. After that I want you to apologize to each other and hug it out, understood?” The children nod.

“Ok, does anyone want to explain something to me?” (Y/N) immediately shakes her head. “No, no ‘plaining, no ‘plaining. I good, I vewy good nowww.” Hearing her father talking in such a deep and serious tone is something she only witnessed a couple of times, that’s why she knows that listening now is important.

“And your brother?” He also shakes his head, knowing that nothing he has to say is worth the fuss he made. “Alright. I want you two to hug it out, because even though sometimes you both fight, you have to remember how much you love each other. Do you understand me?”

They nod again. “Sissy, come here. I didn’t want to call you a baby, you are my cute little sister.” The young boy carefully puts his arms around his sibling and gives her a kiss on her head. “I sowwy too, I lub you, bwotha”, she tells him and returns the hug.

Spencer watches the scene unfolding in front of him with an exploding heart. Parenting usually means doing things without seeing an immediate effect. It’s like stirring a boat blind, not knowing if he goes in the right direction or is close to hitting a rock and smashing the whole boat. But moments like these, especially on off days like today, show him that not every decision he made was wrong.

Later the small family lays together under the blanket fort, the father with a child in each arm, one sleeping and the other one talking about the movie they are watching and Spencer doesn’t want to change a single thing in the world.

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