#this was done in only an hour so don't judge too harshly

[lowkeyremi]

Hi there!! I’ve read some of your works I they’re really good- you’re so talented and amazing 😭✋🏾

Bakugou x reader where he slips reader a letter telling her to proofread his letter to Santa and she’s like:??? but doesn’t judge bc she loves him, and it says that he’s asking Santa for a wife 😭🥰 and then when she looks down he’s on one knee 🥺

All I want for Christmas is You k. bakugo x fem!reader

a/n: THIS IS SO CUTE OMG IM GIGGLING STOPPPP i was about to say at his grown age he got a santa list but it made more sense after I read the rest :3

content: fluff, established relationship, bakugo is silly

The old grandfather clock that Katsuki insisted he needed chimes loudly to announce the arrival of the next hour. You were in the kitchen getting a little snack before winding down for bed.

As you continued preparing your snack your boyfriend made his presence know in the kitchen with his humming.

"What's that?" He asks looking over your shoulder.

"I'm trying something new." You explain, taking a look at it for yourself. Honestly, you don't know what to call it. His eyes travel down to your feet where he can see you aren't wearing socks or your house slippers.

"How many times do I have to tell ya to wear something on your feet? You'll get sick." He complains for the umpteenth time this week.

"Mhm I know. I need you to be quiet you're breaking my concentration." He finds it cute how your tongue is slightly poking out as you try to frost this.. interesting looking cupcake.

"Doesn't look like ya put much effort or thought into it but okay..." He clicks his tongue and you elbow him in the stomach. Of course it doesn't hurt though, because he's built like a marble statue.

"Anyways, I need you to read over this when your done. It's my wish list to Santa." You don't respond right away, waiting to see if he's going to say he's joking or something, but he doesn't. You put down the frosting bag and stare deep into his soul.

"Are you serious? I thought Santa wasn't real. At least that's what you told Denki and ruined his Christmas." You recall last year's Christmas party when Katsuki harshly broke the news to Denki. The blond had a mental break down.

"I've reconsidered what I'd said before. He's real 'n I've been real good this year so hopefully I'll get what I wished for." He emphasizes that for some odd reason.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that. Remember when you verbally assaulted that kid who said you look like a mean Pokémon character?" He grumbles something that you don't quite catch but you get what he means.

"Just read it." He says with a roll of his eyes. You stare at him once again.

"Ughhh be happy I love your ass. I have to stop my cupcakes to read a santa list??? How old are you five?" He knows you aren't mad which is why he holds out the red envelope for you to take.

He watches you intently as you gently tear open the envelope. You pull out a piece of paper, which reads:

Dear Santa,

It's me. Bakugo.

The only thing I want for Christmas is a pretty wife who will stay with me through thick and thin. Who's also annoying and banned from going to sleep after me because of her terrible pranks.

Thanks.

As you finish reading it you're in shock. You lower the letter from your view to see your boyfriend on one knee, a pretty ring being presented to you in a very exquisite box.

"So.. will you help Santa out? Make my wish come true?" He's shaking and he looks so vulnerable it touches your heart.

You already know your answer but who would you be if you didn't give the man a run for his money.

"Well I don't know, Santa still needs to receive the letter then he'll probably come to me and we'll talk." You say crossing your arms. Katsuki glares at you and you smile back.

"Of course I will!! I mean who else would do it if not for me?" He rolls his eyes so hard you feel it.

"I could get anyone to marry me in seconds." He scoffs while putting the ring on your finger.

"All this talk and it took you 7 years to finally pop the question." Before he even gets another word out you lean down to press a soft kiss onto his lips.

"Merry Christmas, hubby." You say with a snort.

"Way to ruin a romantic moment and hubby is not going to be a new nickname."

jokes on him hubby stuck around for a long time :3

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[thrawns-babygirl]

Discomfort (Crosshair x GN!Reader)

Should I be working through my asks? Yes. Do I just really want to give Crosshair head? Also yes. Is Medic!Reader my favourite Crosshair trope? 100% yes. So have this self indulgent smut that I tried to add plot to

Also wanted to practice GN stuff so let me know how it goes. Also if it's not obvious the author is not a doctor and will never be one so please don't judge that part too harshly lmao.

Rating: E

Summary: Crosshair comes home from a mission injured and comes to see you after hours

Warnings: Oral M!Receiving (yes 2k words and that is literally it lmao)

Word Count: 2231

Masterlist

Did I write my longest fic yet just to give Cross some sloppy toppy? Abso-fucking-lutely. And I regret NOTHING

It was late when the Batch arrived back on Kamino, a ping on your comm failing to wake you from your heavy slumber. It had been a rather hectic day after all. Although you were officially the medic assigned to Clone Force 99, while they were off world you earned your keep looking after other squads who had gotten injuries while training or taking care of groups of clones that had to return to Kamino for medical emergencies. Which in the past few rotations was a lot of clones.

You were however roused from your slumber when your door chimed indicating a visitor. Grumbling to yourself and pulling on some loose fatigue pants and a tank top you shuffle over to the door of your modest quarters prepared to give your unwelcomed guest a piece of your mind.

Hitting the door panel, the door whooshed open to reveal Hunter and Crosshair, the former looking tired and apologetic with the weight of the latter slung over his shoulder.

“Sorry to bug you so late doc, but the long necks over in medical told us to come to you if it wasn’t life threatening, something about being over capacity at the moment” Hunter explained gesturing to the taller man next to him.

“I’m fine Hunter” Crosshair grit out, but you didn’t miss the slight wince as he tried to put pressure on his right leg.

All previous grouchiness leaving you as you took in the sight of an irate and obviously in pain Crosshair leaning against his brother. They both looked exhausted and given that it’s been a good number of rotations since you’ve seen them, you’re not surprised they look a little worse for wear.

Smiling softly, you move out of the doorway and gesture for them to come in. Hunter deposits a grumbling crosshair into one of the chairs in the corner of your room that seldom saw use. It’s not like you got too many visitors.

“I didn’t realise you were back home” you say as you head over to your cabinet to grab your supplies, given that he was still walking, you didn’t think there was too many problems with the sniper, but better to be safe than sorry.

“We only just got back, Tech tried to comm you, and when you didn’t reply we went to your bay in Medical only to be told to Kriff off basically by the regs there who-” Hunter attempted and failed to stifle a yawn “-seemed to have their hands full”.

“Go back to the barracks sarge, I’ll patch up Mr. Talkative over there and send him back over when we’re done” You smile as Hunter gives you a relieved look and nods at Crosshair “Behave yourself” he says as he heads towards the door leaving you alone with the sniper, who has yet to say a word to you.

“So Cross, what’s the problem?” You ask as you haul the remarkably taller man over your shoulder and guide him towards your bed to lie him down and you can begin examining what appears to be his right ankle if his limp is any descriptor.

“Meddling team mates and an annoying doctor who won’t let me go to sleep” he bites back slipping a toothpick into his mouth as he lies back on the bed that you were occupying not even ten minutes ago.

“Oh, a comedian now huh? Well, the jokes on you because the sooner you tell me what’s actually happening then the sooner I’ll be out of your hair and you can actually get some sleep. Just like your brothers are probably doing right now. So, I’ll ask again smart-ass, what’s wrong?” you slide on some latex gloves and begin reaching over his lithe legs to remove his boots and the hard plastoid of the lower half of his armour.

“Right ankle. Rolled it wrong retreating from the seppie’s base at the end of our last mission. Tech checked it over and said nothing was broken and to get you to look at it when we got back. Here I am.” He finally answers.

“See? Was that so hard? I know you’re tired but this whole process goes by a lot faster when you cooperate” giving him a small yet genuine smile, you start rotating the ankle, applying small amounts of pressure to see where it hurts the most and taking mental notes as you go. His replies are short and clipped the entire time, even as you dropped the snarky façade you usually had when dealing with this specific clone in favour of your usual bedside manner.

You slowly place his leg back down onto the bed, grabbing some supplies from the box beside you before inputting your findings into your data-pad.

“You’re especially talkative tonight. Credit for your thoughts?” this was your olive branch. Any time the two of you were together you would banter, bicker and generally be a headache for whoever was unfortunate enough to be in your presence, usually his brothers.

He remains silent, avoiding eye contact and facing the wall towards the other side of the room. The smell of you was invading his senses as he laid his head back on your pillows and making his resolve crumble. You were always so willing to play his games, always willing to bite when he would bait you into the sort of banter that gave Hunter a headache and made the others worry you actually hated each other. But you didn’t hate him, you both knew that.  

He wished you would just hate him like everyone else. He wished you would have just turned him away to deal with the pain until you were actually on duty tomorrow instead of inviting him into your room, lying him on your bed as you looked over him in nothing but loose sweats and a thin tank top. He never saw you outside of your uniform and he wasn’t prepared for his body’s reaction to the sight of your skin, his blood rushing south. He was only hoping this would be over as soon as possible and that you wouldn’t notice his slowly growing arousal.

“-if that’s alright?” Crosshair is shaken from his stupor as he realises, you’re talking to him.

“What?” he asks eloquently dragging his eyes over to you.

“I won’t be able to fully examine your ankle through your blacks, they are compression suits after all so I can’t exactly roll them up your leg without possibly exacerbating whatever’s wrong. I’ll need you to strip from the waist down so I can see the full extent of the bruising and check the scope of the swelling to make sure there are no torn ligaments or anything like that. It shouldn’t take too long” you give him a tired smile, your words free from any of the venom they usually have when you address one another.

“Now doc, if you wanted me alone and naked in your room you just had to ask” he smirks over at you. Trying to stall for time and will his semi hard cock to go down.

You roll your eyes, but you are acutely aware of the blush that has bloomed over your face. You can’t say you’ve never thought about it, that would be a huge lie. You’ve thought about it a lot. You were thinking about it as you went to sleep a few hours before being awoken by the object of your desires standing in the doorway to your quarters. But you were a doctor, and he was your patient, now was not the time to be having such inappropriate thoughts, now was the time to bury those feelings deeper than you usually would and just do your job.

“Oh? Alright then, pants off di’kut” you bite back, hoping that your snark covers up how you’re genuinely curious about what he’s hiding under his blacks. Looking up from your data-pad, you notice he’s blushing, Avoiding eye contact with you again.

You’re taken aback, even when your banter turns flirty, you’ve never seen the man in front of you blush, let alone seem embarrassed as he does now. Clearing his throat, he shifts on the bed, lifting his hips slightly to slide his blacks down. You’re about to tell him that if he’s uncomfortable he doesn’t need to undress in front of you, but the words catch in your throat as your eyes are drawn to the source of his discomfort.

He’s huge, long, thick and impossibly hard, the sight makes your mouth water and clears every professional thought from your head. You shake your head and attempt to get back into your ‘doctor’ headspace but its impossible to drag your eyes away from his length. Finally looking down to his ankle you begin to poke and prod and ask questions.

You determine that there is no severe damage and finally swallow your pride and meet his gaze again. His near permanent scowl is replaced with a smug smirk as he takes in your flustered expression.

“See something you like doc?” he all but purrs at you and your face feels like its on fire.

“Y-yes well there doesn’t appear to be anything that will require urgent medical attention, some bacta and a bandage as well as two or three days of rest will be all you need” your eyes burn into his, refusing to travel any lower as you remove your gloves.

“I don’t know about that doc… I can think of something else I might need. I do have some other areas of… discomfort” he’s teasing you now, happy to finally have the upper hand again.

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry as you refuse to break eye contact with him.

“And- uh- how would you like me to help with that… discomfort, trooper?” your words are just above a whisper as your common sense loses out to your desire and your gaze return to his throbbing length, you notice a bit of precum has gathered at the tip and you want nothing more than to lean down and taste it.

Kark it. You two have been dancing around this for too long and professionalism is overrated anyway.

“You’re the doctor, you’re the one who should know what the patient nee- Ah” you cut him off by licking a line from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling your tongue along the tip to gather the beaded precum that has gathered over the course of your examination. He lets out a hiss, teeth clenching down on the toothpick in his mouth as the feeling of your warm mouth engulfs him.

He was just teasing, he didn’t think either of you would actually take that final step and he’s thrown off guard. You sense you have the advantage over him now and suck hard, running your tongue along the veins on the underside of his cock.

“Kriff doc, just like that- karking perfect” he grunts out above you. He’s panting now, his voice has lost its teasing edge and his hips are slowly rising to shove himself further into your warm mouth. You bring your hand around to stroke the part of him that you can’t fit into your throat.

He moves one of his hands to the back of your head, forcing you further onto his length and causing you to gag slightly. He lets out a sinful groan at the sound of you gagging on his cock, it sends jolts of electricity down his spine pushing him closer to the edge faster than he anticipated.

The sounds he’s making are downright addictive, causing you to double your efforts. Right now, you decide, you are going to give this man the best head of his life. Saliva runs out of your mouth down his shaft and onto his balls as you gag and moan around him. His heavy pants and soft slurping sounds are the only things that can be heard in your room as you bring him closer and closer to the edge.

The hand that’s not wrapped around his shaft moves down to his balls, moving and fondling them before your mouth leaves his length and you run your tongue along his balls, pumping him as you take one and then the other into your mouth sucking them lightly, savouring the strangled groans that he tries and fails to stifle.

“Kark- doc- I’m gonna-” you take him as deep in your throat as you can, swallowing around him as his hand tangles in your hair and holds you there as he spills down your throat, emptying himself into your welcoming mouth, hips thrusting up of their own accord.

You release his cock with a ‘pop’ and move to look up at him. He looks utterly ruined. Wide eyes, blown pupils and heaving chest stripping away all his prior cockiness. His mouth hangs open slightly, toothpick threatening to fall from its current position perched precariously on his bottom lip as he stares at you.

You apply some bacta patches, a bandage and hand him his previously discarded pants. You input some information into your data-pad before turning back to him.

“Well, if that’s everything I recommend returning to your barracks for a good night’s rest trooper. If any further… discomfort arises you know where to find me” you wink down at him.

@where-is-my-mind-tho

@starborncyare

#crosshair x reader #crosshair smut #crosshair x reader smut #tbb crosshair #crosshair #tbb crosshair smut #tbb x reader #tbb x reader smut #tbb smut #the bad batch smut #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x reader smut #bad batch crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #bad batch smut

[godlizzza]

If you still take prompt requests, I just finished reading The Couple Down the Street! Augh, it was so good!!! If possible, I’d love to see moments of Herb being caught acting like a (reluctant) father figure / guardian / mentor to Piper, and then denying he does so whenever Dan mentions it, I feel like that might happen every so often, especially with her father now in the state that he is 🥺

Dan's preferred strategy when Piper was around was to blend into the background. He would observe them from a distance, popping his head into the lab every now and then to ask them if everything was okay? Did they need some snacks? Maybe a lemonade? Oddly enough, it was Herbert who took Dan up on these offers more so than Piper. The young girl was always far too absorbed in whatever task she and Herbert were performing to be tempted by such trivialities as graham crackers.

Whatever cloth Herbert originated from, Piper was cut from the same one.

Dan had told himself he was fine with Piper's frequent presence in their home and lab. Herbert was just about the most stubborn person Dan had ever met, and he knew it was pointless to fight him on this 'apprentice' idea. So, he did what he often did to sustain his and Herbert's marriage: he compromised.

Piper could come over three days a week, never staying past 6pm, not for consecutive days, and she could only enter the lab after her homework was done. This last stipulation didn't appear to be too much of a problem, as she was always excited to show her work to Herbert, who would diligently check it over and give a firm nod if it met his standards. Dan didn't miss the way Piper's eyes sparkled when Herbert doled out praise to her, even if it was a curt, "Very good." She stilled beamed, nonetheless. He would always see Herbert pretend not to notice.

It was one such afternoon just after Piper had skipped out the door to make the short bike ride to her mother, Mandy's, house that Dan noticed the crayon drawing she'd left behind on the kitchen counter. He glanced down at two crudely drawn figures that could only be Piper and Herbert. They were standing in what looked to be the lab, little blobs of colour he took to be beakers of fluid surrounding them as they held hands, both smiling. She always drew Herbert with a smile, confirming her overactive imagination.

Dan stared at the drawing with an odd kernel of disquiet brewing in his stomach. It was one thing for them to have an apprentice, it was another thing entirely for a young child to be imprinting on Herbert like a lost duckling.

You just don't like kids, his mind whispered to him and he promptly shushed it.

"What's that?"

Dan turned at the sound of Herbert's voice, watching his husband dry off his hands on a rag and reach for the fridge with a tired sigh. Dan held out the paper and Herbert took it without question. He glanced at the page as he took a swig straight from the open carton of orange juice that had been sitting in the fridge door for the past two days. Dan didn't like how pulpy it was.

Herbert swallowed with relish and said, "Charming," in a straight tone.

"You're not put off by it?" Dan asked, and Herbert levelled a critical stare at him.

"She's not even seven, Dan. It hardly feels fair to judge her artistic talents too harshly."

Dan rolled his eyes as Herbert wordlessly pinned the picture in place on the fridge with a magnet shaped like an apple.

"That's not what I meant. I mean, don't you think it's weird that she's drawn more pictures of your than she has of her own father?"

"Given that her father currently possesses all the personality of a doorstop," Herbert droned, returning the juice to its corner of solitude, "I would have to say no."

Dan shook his head as he paced out of the kitchen and towards their bedroom. He began to unbutton his shirt, anticipating pulling his pajamas on and crawling into bed. He'd worked nearly twelve hours at the hospital that day and babysitting Herbert and Piper had taken the last of his energy.

"I should've known you'd love being the center of attention," he mumbled sleepily. "Even if that attention's coming from a first grader."

Herbert scoffed at his back but didn't offer up any kind of rebuke. Dan also didn't press him for one.

He simply changed into his night clothes and collapsed onto the plush mattress. Herbert had always been stingy when it came to furniture, arguing that with how often they moved, it was hardly worth investing in anything new and expensive. The one thing Dan had been immovable on was a good quality, comfy mattress, and he felt he could kiss his past self for that one instance of resolution.

Already, he could feel himself being dragged away into unconsciousness. He didn't even register Herbert sliding into bed beside him. Not until he felt arms wrapping around him from behind, pulling his back up against a warm body. He hummed in pleasure and shuffled back against Herbert's front, greedy for the warmth emanating off of him.

"I'm not teaching her for the attention," Herbert said into his ear and Dan nodded against the pillow.

"Mm. Whatever you say, Daddy."

He instantly felt Herbert go rigid behind him.

"Never say that to me again," Herbert said stiffly.

Dan bit down on his lip but the smile still bloomed across his face regardless.

"Okay, Mr. Teacher."

#herbert west #dan cain #danbert #re-animator #reanimator #my fics #asks #writing prompt #glad you enjoyed! #the couple down the street

[quakenshake]

& Sober Thoughts

I couldn't stop thinking about rewriting my last prompt but from Chishya's perspective...so here is the unofficial Part 2 to "Drunken Words". This one isn't quite as dark as the last one but is still quite angsty. Similarly, there are also mentions of alcohol, violence, past/childhood trauma (vaguely, nothing too detailed), and strong language. Also, I should mention that, unlike the others, this prompt specifically addresses the reader as having she/her pronouns. This is my first time attempting to write from Chishiya's perspective...I hope I did him justice (and please don't judge too harshly.) Once again, I would really love any other prompt ideas/suggestions! -S

Something was wrong. Call it superstitious, but he could feel it in the air. If he were more sentimental, he might even say he could feel it in his heart. But he was not, in fact, sentimental. He was merely observant, a skill that earned him a seemingly continuous stay in these lands. And his observations these past few hours led him to one thought: something was wrong.

He hadn’t seen her nearly all day. This alone wasn’t cause for concern; it was typical of her to disappear on days when her visa ran dry. Anyone could tell that game days caused a great deal of stress for the woman, even those who possessed weaker observational skills than his own. On days like this she was moody, distant….cold, even. It reminded him of himself, which was why he’d been perfectly content to leave her to her solitude. No, it wasn’t her absence this throughout the day that perturbed him. It was her continued absence, even after the others from her game had returned.

She was still alive, that much he had discerned. There had been some doubt when he’d overheard talk of a girl dying in the game, but passing gossip quickly uncovered the victim as another Beach resident named Hana. Caught in a bear trap and finished off with a bullet- presumably one fired off by another player, from the sounds of it. Aside from that, there was no talk of any other deceased. So where was she?

Most game days, she would return to him almost immediately. He couldn’t tell if his presence brought her comfort or not, but either way she would seek him out- usually in a better mood than when she’d left. Whether it was to discuss their plan to steal the cards or simply to shoot dry remarks at one another until they grew tired, he could always count on her eventual company. So as the hours ticked on without her, he found himself growing restless. Restless, not worried. He was not sentimental.

All said and done, it didn’t take long for his curiosity to win him over. If he had to assign any flaw to himself, it would be his own curiosity. “Like a cat!” she would tease, usually earning her his undivided annoyance. She had a habit of annoying him, and he had a habit of craving it (which, in itself, was cause for annoyance.) So really, it should be no surprise that her absence was a bother to him. 

With his mind set on finding her, it didn’t take long to pinpoint her location. Not to say that she didn’t make it difficult for him, of course. With her, everything was difficult. Forced to weave between sweaty, half-naked bodies, he found his head swirling with the stench of alcohol by the time he’d set sights on her. Tucked near the outdoor bar, his cause for annoyance was unmistakably wasted. Annoying, indeed.

“Y/n,” he said once he was near enough for her to hear. Slowly, and with what looked to be considerable concentration, she turned to face him. He didn’t miss the way she wavered in her seat. Her eyes, half-lidded and slightly furrowed at the sight of him, stared into his own with what he could only guess to be frustration. There was a sour look on her face, and he didn’t think it was due to the alcohol. 

“Chishiya,” she said back, drawn-out and slurred. As soon as she’d said it, her brows had furrowed even more, as if to kick herself for revealing the state she was in. Idiot, he thought in amusement, though he knew his face maintained its cool composure. The whole Beach can tell you’re drunk. He watched her frustration grow to a peak before she spun back around haphazardly to face the bar. Quirking a brow, he listened to her attempt to order another drink. His eyes shot quickly to the pile of empty glasses building up beside her. Next, to the bartender, who seemed conflicted by her request. 

He watched the poor man glance between them both, his eyes landing on Chishiya as though to ask “Should I give her more?” Chishiya pondered the question, himself. On one hand, he was immensely intrigued by the girl’s inebriated state. He’d never before seen her so vulnerable, and the darker side of him recognized the opportunity to observe her with her guard down. Plus, he couldn’t deny his own amusement in seeing her this way. But the other, more rational side recognized that he wasn’t the only observer to lurk within the Beach. There would be others who’d recognize her vulnerability, most with intentions far darker than his own. The image of a particularly sadistic militant flashed in his mind, and with that it was decided. Giving the bartender a pointed glare accompanied by a brisk shake of his head, Chishiya severed her flow of alcohol.

Still facing away from him, the girl let out an exaggerated huff as the bartender feebly wandered away from them. He could picture her eyes rolling dramatically.

“It’s rude to cancel another person’s order,” she grumbled. There it was- that dry banter that he’d been craving all night. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been looking forward to it. 

“No more rude than drinking the bar out of stock,” he replied, stepping forward. “Perhaps you never learned to share.” He pulled the seat out from next to her before taking a seat of his own. From this distance, he could smell the alcohol drifting off of her in waves. The stench reminded him again of their location, and he found himself glancing warily at the other residents surrounding them. No stranger to alcohol themselves, he watched as their bodies swayed clumsily around and against one another, lost in the high of…well, he’d never been sure, really. He could only imagine it to be a high, though, as that was the only explanation for acting so recklessly in a place like this. He wondered, then, if she had come here for her own high.

“I’m fine,” she said suddenly, breaking him from her thoughts. He turned to look at her then, and when he met her eyes he saw something that he hadn’t noticed before: pain. With that single observation, the situation no longer held any amusement for him. Blinking at her, he chose his next words carefully.

“I never said you weren’t,” is what he landed on. Instantly, he recognized them to be the wrong choice. Her gaze, which moments ago held some level of softness, grew venomous.

“Fuck off, Chishiya.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d had somebody direct such hatred at him. In fact, the sting behind her words held a familiar burn which hit close to home. But unlike her, he’d never be so foolish as to show weakness in a place like this- or any place, for that matter. So he called forth the mask that had saved him countless times before, allowing her anger to glide off of him rather than pierce his skin. 

“It’s time to leave,” he said quietly, urging the words out before he could change his mind and walk away from her forever. He could tell that she wanted to fight him on this, and he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t let her win if she did. So before she could speak, he offered her his hand. He watched the ice in her eyes melt ever so slightly, only to be replaced with something that looked oddly like desperation. In that moment, he was reminded of why he’d come in the first place.

Tentatively, she took the hand he’d offered her, linking her fingers with his own almost on instinct. Tugging her gently to her feet, he began to guide her away from prying eyes. He willed himself to move slowly enough for her to keep up in her condition, though he was desperate to put as much distance between himself and those people as he could. When they finally reached the entrance to the hotel, he began to feel his heart return to its normal rate.

Somewhere along the line, she’d begun to cry. He didn’t know if she was naturally a silent crier, or if she’d been smart enough to muffle her noise, but either way he was grateful for it. He’d never known how to react to people crying, and for some reason the sight of her crying made him even more uncomfortable than usual. So instead, he chose to ignore it, and was pleased that it had ended by the time they reached her room.

Once she’d steadied herself against a wall, he pulled his hand briefly from her own in order to open the door. As soon as it opened, his hand found her own again. Guiding her to her bed, he watched as her body crumbled onto the sheets. She had pulled herself into a ball in a way that resembled a child, eyes still red from the earlier tears. Unable to meet her gaze, he opted instead to sit beside her, facing toward the wall.

“I want you to stay with me.” 

He wasn’t surprised by her words, which were now laced with fatigue. He’d thought about it the entire way back to her room. He hadn’t been able to think of anything but the pain he’d seen on her face back at the bar. She’d always been an open book to him, wearing her emotions like clothing. But that level of pain had never shown in her eyes before, and it bothered him more than he’d like to admit. He wasn’t sure what the cause for it was, or why she’d spilled so many tears, but he knew right away that he never wanted to see her like that again. 

But then, he also couldn’t forget her words. “Fuck off, Chishiya.” He knew that his presence was not always a welcome one for her. On more than one occasion, she’d let him know how stubborn and heartless she found him, and it had always been amusing. But the hatred behind her words tonight was another foreign side of her that he hadn’t yet uncovered, and he wasn’t sure if it could all be blamed on the alcohol. And as he remembered the look she’d given him- the look he’d grown all too familiar with as a child- he felt his heart harden once more.

Standing up from her bed, he paused only for a moment before making his way to her door. He felt her eyes burning into him as he walked, and he willed himself not to turn around. If he met them again- if he saw that pain again- he wasn’t sure he’d be able to leave her. And for his own sake, he needed to leave her. So he only paused once more at her door, not allowing himself to face her fully.

“Sleep on your side,” he muttered, his voice devoid of any emotion. It was all he had left to offer before leaving.

#chishiya headcanons #chishiya alice in borderland #aib chishiya #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya angst #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x y/n #chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #chishiya fanfic #chishiya fic #aib #alice in borderland

[eloquentornot]

At first, it had seemed clear exactly how long they would be in this world. 24 hours, meaning 72 days. Then they discovered the losses and gains of death and killing. And then, after nine days, the timers froze. The quickest to panic soon lashed out, trying to test whether or not the stopped clocks would still change after a kill, only to find that it was no longer possible to deal or take any damage at all. This only lasted one day, and it soon became clear that every tenth day was a day of rest, after which another Boogeyman would be chosen. So, a total of 80 days, if only there could have been no deaths.

It was during one such day of rest that BigB found Pearl, unmoving, eyes wide, laying sprawled flat on her bed, muttering over and over:

"Always watching always watching always watching…"

"Pearl? Are you okay?"

But she did not answer, nor seem to notice him at all. She continued muttering, and as he cautiously approached her, he saw a glint of purple in her eyes. Closer, and he saw shining shapes in the purple. Closer, and the shapes were rectangular, arranged in such a way that-

He recognised that symbol. It had been so long, but… Flashes of more recent memories came to him, and he pushed them away on instinct.

"Nah, you know what? Forget it, I don't wanna know. You do what you gotta do, Pearl, just… wake up by tomorrow morning. Please?"

Shaking his head nervously, he ran away, spending the rest of the day at his old frog base. He didn't tell them what he'd seen. He was already forgetting it.

~~~~~

Coincidentally, on that same day of rest, Cleo found herself staring at the mirror, unable to read her own expression. She knew she felt a deep, boiling rage, but her face seemed more like one of… longing? She was not yet red, and Scar had seemed perfectly amiable at breakfast, his own bloodlust seemingly stayed along with the march of time. The march of time. Stopped. She scoffed. It should have felt like a blessing, and yet… there were no days she found herself more on edge than those in which nothing at all happened. That clock, the ever ticking, looming threat, somehow judging her more harshly than ever when it paused, it had no need to pause for breath, it resented them for these periods, she was sure of it. The days that didn't matter, the days unspoken of in the tales to come, the days all too necessary for the wellbeing of the very warriors who were here to entertain…

She clenched the cobblestone sink harder, leaned closer into the mirror. The blood she'd applied as makeup weeks ago was still fresh. She begged wordlessly for something. A reminder, perhaps. Of what? It didn't matter, as soon as she thought about the concept of memory itself she remembered Etho's smug face, Bdubs taking his side, their family doomed to fall apart before it was even established! She snarled, but then flinched back at the sight of her own ferocious reflection, then was ashamed. All too good at threats, no good at following up. She needed help. She needed help.

~~~~~

Code name: Lady Shadow Location: hiding spot 2348 Mission: Stay hidden no matter what! (I mean it, Lizzie. Even if you hear his voice. If it's really him, he'll know the password. We'll get him out as soon as possible, I promise.)

~~~~~

The Time Witch closed her eyes in frustration. Technically she wasn't the only one aware of the multiverse, but she was the only one who was never, ever allowed to completely forget. The others could discover and/or remember the truth whenever they wanted, or rather, whenever she realised they would want to. Someone had to at least mostly keep track of it all, didn't they? A link was sent out for two of them. Not full awareness, just… enough information that they would work out what to do. Or something. Technically she was in control of the entire exchange. But if she never said anything… One of them saw her, and sent appropriately formal thanks. The other was already grasping at straws anyway. It didn't matter. This was something they'd done enough times already. Shh.

~~~~~

"Do-dodo-dodoooo… always watching, teehee!" Pearl skipped around without a care, dreamlike and wonderful. Her old friends had asked her to help them find someone, someone who had gone missing! "Lizzie, where aare youu?" she called loudly.

"Pearl?" said a distant, familiar voice. "Oops," it continued, and then was silent.

"Oh, there you are!" By moonlight, she saw, and as fast as a blink, she was there. "Hey, Lizzie, how's it going?"

"Erm… nothing! Nobody's here! I'm… throwing my voice, haha!"

"Okay, so you don't mind if I just boop down into this bush here… Found you!"

Lizzie screamed as she was dragged from her hiding spot by countless shimmering hands, forced to stare into alien eyes…

"You're not Pearl!"

"What do you mean, Lizzie? Of course I am! Where have you been lately, huh? We're having so much fun this season, don't you want to come back?"

"No!! Listen to yourself, Pearl, this isn't like you! That place is awful, they're just using you! Please, let me go! I just want to see my husband again!"

"Aw, well he's still there, isn't he? I'll take you right to him, come on!"

"NO!!!" As Lizzie shouted it, so did another. A white shadow snaked across the soundscape, and the dream very nearly shattered, giving Pearl a headache!

"Oi! What was that for?!" As her vision cleared, she realised she had lost her grip on Lizzie, who was now racing away, holding the hand of something unseen…

She gave chase, reaching out further with every blink even as reality itself seemed to melt away, and at the last second grabbed something…

There was a terrible tearing sound, and there was a scream of agony as all perception was numbed by a force that overwhelmed every sense!

The dream was stable, the world restored. LDShadowLady stood unmoving, alone, her eyes blank, her ears twitching. Pearl and Lizzie stared, confused.

"You have a choice," said LDShadowLady, in another voice. "This body will not return to the games. Either restore your friend's soul to it and allow her freedom, or she will take your place, and you will see from the outside what you have become."

"Oh, you mean I get to go full Watcher for a session? See if Lizzie can pretend to be me? That sounds like a blast, thanks!"

"Wait, what?" Lizzie and her body both said independently. "I didn't agree to this!" Lizzie added as the sight of her panicking face faded away…

"Now, Lizzie, there's nothing to worry about…" Pearl's voice gradually got more and more dreamlike… "I'm not leaving, so we'll both be back to normal in about ten days. But while you're in there, you might get to see Joel! Probably shouldn't get your hopes up though, he can't know it's you, after all…"

"B-but! What do I do!? I have to… pretend to be you?!"

And then,

She

Woke

Up.

~~~~~

The sunlight shimmered and glittered over the elven palace, but its inhabitant was nowhere to be seen from the surface. Gem was deep underground, though not as deep as her dwarven neighbour, cheerfully arranging her freshest hermit heads in the dungeon! She honestly wasn't quite sure what to do with all the Etho heads.

Then, she heard stiff footsteps, and a subtle hiss, and without turning to face them, greeted her visitor.

"Your highness."

"Lady Gem," replied King Cleo, her crown's tiny emerald glinting in the light of soul flames. "I'm glad I found you here. I have a… certain request… to make of you. I think you'll enjoy it."

"Oh yeah?" Gem turned. Cleo held up a clock, and it seemed almost to be shining with enchantments…

"But we'll need to go somewhere special for this…"

At the remains of the Rift, the two redheads stood as the sun began to set. It was impossible to tell whether the Grumbot on the opposite wall was paying attention to them, but neither of them minded very much at that moment.

"Oh, this is so exciting!" Gem bounced around. "So, I'll be in your body? And all I have to do to make sure I come back is kill Etho?"

"Yes. And remember, Bdubs and Scar are my sons, and-"

"Scar is your favourite, yeah, you said. Oh, let me practice copying your accent… Hello, my name is Cleo..."

"Okay, looks like it's about time!"

The special clock floated upon the residual dimensional energies in the air and dissolved, and rings of gold, purple and green floated around Cleo's hand. Grinning, Gem took it, and in a flash of light…

She

Woke

Up.

#limited life fanfic #pearlescentmoon #zombiecleo #ldshadowlady #geminitay #watcher pearl #lore from martyn of the listeners helping former players escape #so this is my take on how they got there #I might write a silly sequel with gem talking to lizzie about it on empires and realising that not everyone remembers their other lives

[numberoneyakurofan]

stargazing *:･ﾟ✧

tags: kuroo/yaku, fluff, probably ooc since i havent seen haikyuu in years

Kuroo and Yaku only had a few days left before march break was over, they hadn’t really done much it had been rather rainy and cold so they mostly stayed inside until Kuroo randomly decided they needed to change that immediately and that’s how they ended up hiking for two and a half hours to go stargazing

It was corny really, one of those things you only see in romance novels and disney channel originals but Yaku was weirdly excited anyways.

They finally got to the top of the hill they picked just as the sun was setting they got out a lantern and the sandwiches they packed for dinner and talked for awhile about whatever came to mind until it got dark 

The two laid down, turned off the lanturn, and-

“Woah..” Yaku said under his breath, the sky was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, it was somehow black and blue and purple and pink all fading into eachother with little stars everywhere there wasn't even any clouds or light pollution disrupting the view it was just.. perfect

Yaku spared a glance at Kuroo and he looked about as mesmerized as Yaku felt, he smiled fondly, Kuroo looked adorable when he was excited by something his eyes seemed to sparkle as much as the stars in front of them.

“Hey, Hey look!” Yaku was startled out of his thoughts by his boyfriend yelling and pointing at something frantically, Yaku’s eyes followed where Kuroo was pointing and saw a small reddish-orange spot in the sea of stars

“I think that’s mars! And over there’s aquarius..” Yaku hummed in acknowledgement as his boyfriend rambled about different constellations, he had never been very interested in space but he loved hearing Kuroo talk about it, it never failed to make Yaku smile.

“-and did you know the word “constellation” comes from a Latin term meaning ‘set with stars.’” Kuroo asked looking at Yaku and smiling 

Yaku shook his head, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Kuroo leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away. Yaku's heart fluttered and he blushed slightly, his heartstrings tugged as Kuroo chuckled.

“You see any cool constellations?” Kuroo questioned turning his focus back to the sky, Yaku stared at the clusters of stars for a few minutes trying to find shapes before pointing at one

“that one kind of looks like a turtle?” he offered. it didnt really but he obviously wasnt very good with finding things in millions of stars.

Kuroo looked to where he was pointing “that one? Nah thats obviously a dick”

Yaku looked at it again and immediately started dying he was laughing so hard he feared he might actually suffocate

Kuroo stared at him for a few seconds before bursting out laughing as well. for a good five minutes they were just lying in the grass rolling around and literally crying from laughter 

It was a great night.

(end)

ps. this is my first fanfic ever pls don't judge me too harshly lol

pps. fuck what I said earlier totally finished it posting streak is still going

#kryk #kuroyaku #yakuro #fanfic #fluff #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #yaku morisuke

[honeysmokedham]

TIMING: current LOCATION: in nora's crypt SUMMARY: nora reflects on her relationship with her body image CONTENT WARNINGS: none

There were websites Nora learned to avoid from a young age. Users from around the world used those pages as landing sites, wasting hours of their lives browsing the pictures, articles, and comments that littered the space. Each user, faceless behind their icon, feeling the need to comment. Their opinion, in a sea of billions, was somehow the most important opinion that could be stated. At thirteen, Eleanor got her first magazine cover. Spoon fed by her parents, handpicked and designed by a team of agents to make her look as marketable as possible. Each choice taken from her as an adult gave her instructions and corrections. The one choice that mattered had never been asked. Do you want to model? 

No. 

Thirteen was too young to become aware that her body was a commodity and not a haven. Already plagued by the bear of it all, puberty was a heavy hitter. Not as heavy hitting as the comments. Thousands of words all written about her. Nameless people commented on what they wanted her to be. What the team had done right, what they had done wrong, what plastic surgery she would need done, and why she was ugly. "Did they have to choose someone ugly?" "What's wrong with her eyes?" "kys"  "The campaign was a big success." The marketing analyst had told them in a meeting. "We have a 93 percent approval rating based on the comments." As if the 7 percent hadn't mattered to them.

It had mattered to Eleanor.

In present days the mirror hadn't bothered Nora like it used to. An escape from a life where she was told what to wear, how to act, and who to be was behind her. She was picking up the pieces of who she thought she might want to be and replacing them with the pieces of who she was made to be. The puzzle revealed a different picture when the pieces were rearranged.  The first thing Nora had done with her newfound freedom was cut off her hair. The knife was dull and the result was choppy. It had been her first real taste of freedom. The piecings followed quickly. Eventually, she would have the money for tattoos. 

The crystals had been a game changer. The crystals had looked into her soul and delivered her an image that she could only dream of. A replacement of the skin that had been so harshly judged in her youth with a shiny exterior. Monsters don't get places in society for being beautiful. Monsters get places for being terrifying. Monsters are exempt from the rule that you must be pretty to succeed because, by default, society already rejected them. A monster was something she could embrace. 

But the crystals had controlled her. As effectively as the want to please her fathers, the crystals had changed her. They had controlled her hair, outfit, and makeup. They booked photoshoot and photoshoot. They planned a schedule so complicated that no child could ever experience a childhood. The crystals had given her what she had wanted in such a slow boiling pot that she hadn't noticed the noose tying around her neck. The freedom slipped between her clutching fingers and was replaced with a pacifier. Pacify the anger so it never shows. 

The camera on Nora's phone showed her inverted. A Nora she'd worked to be, but not the one she wanted to be. The knife next to her had bits of stray hair still clinging to its sharp edge, but the previous joy of determining her haircut wasn't obtained. The idea drifted in her head, a flashing DVD sign trying to hit corners, that maybe she should stab a needle into her face. A new piercing to make up for the crystals she had lost. Why did she mourn something that came at such a horrible price? How could she maintain a longing to return to the crystals while her rage for what they had taken from her broiled in her? 

The phone dropped to the cot. Nora wanted to throw it. Nora wanted to rage. Nora wanted to break everything, herself included. But if Nora broke her cellphone there would be no Teddy to help her replace it. Because Teddy hadn't escaped. Because the mines had freed her but taken a bigger victory, the kindest demon in the world. Nora wanted to rip and shred and scream and tear and kill until it didn’t hurt anymore.

#solo #solo: reflections

[morganofthewildfire]

we’re part of a study group but everyone bailed so i guess it’s just the two of us AU 🥺🥺

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Rowaelin Month Day 6 - College AU

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don't judge too harshly, I wrote this in half an hour lol

~900 words

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Rowan Whitethorn wasn’t sure about the concept of study groups. He’d never been a part of one in high school, had never even attempted to study with his friends. He was more of a solitary person, but now as a freshman in college, he’d taken the advice of everyone around him and joined a group for his chemistry class.

He didn’t necessarily struggle with chemistry too much, but his grade for the semester was almost entirely made up of three exams, so he figured he would do everything he could to get an A on this first one. To start the class off right, you know?

But as he walked into the library, he began to regret the idea. He was slightly queasy as he walked past a bunch of other college students studying, heading toward the stairs that would take him down to the basement where the study rooms were. 

His hands were slightly clammy where they clutched the steps of his backpack, his mouth pinched in a frown as he looked at the numbers on the doors. SR1, SR2, SR3… he stopped at the fourth one, loosing a breath as he pushed open the door. 

The only person inside was a golden blonde haired girl, her hair spilling over her shoulder as she poured over her chemistry worksheet. He frowned, looking down at his watch. It was 2:30 exactly, there were supposed to be five other people from class here too. 

But it was just - his heart dropped as the girl looked up - Aelin Galathynius. Rowan didn’t know she was going to be here, though he hadn’t checked the list of people in the groupchat. To a fault now. 

He barely knew her, but had stared at the back of her head for weeks in the chemistry lecture hall, completely enthralled after the first day of class when he’d seen her smile. She was beautiful, and hilarious, and intelligent, and - probably had no idea who he was. 

“Oh, hey,” she said, waving as he sat down awkwardly. She turned back down to her paper, scribbling down work for the problem she was working on.

“Hey,” he said, his cheeks flushing a bit. “No one else is here yet?” He asked. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He knew he shouldn’t have done this.

“No, I guess not,” Aelin said, glancing up at the door. “It’s okay, most college students are habitually late.” 

Rowan pulled out his own worksheet, setting it on the table. They sat in silence for a while as they worked on their individual problems, neither of them having any questions to ask. He didn’t really want to either, but the silence in the room was like a thick blanket of suffocation, and his cheeks flushed the more the clock ticked and no one joined them. 

Finally, Aelin glanced up, the whole front side of her paper covered in pencil marks. “I guess it’s officially just us two.” She sighed, before smiling at him, one side of her mouth quirking up more than the other. “There’s no need to look so uncomfortable, I don’t bite.”

Rowan cleared his throat, running his hand through his hair. “Why’d you sign up for a study group if you know it all already?” He asked, gesturing loosely at her completed paper. 

Aelin just shrugged. “I had nothing else to do on a Tuesday afternoon,” she said, “among other reasons.” It must’ve just been the lighting in the room, but he could’ve sworn her own cheeks were slightly red.

And he didn’t know what to make of that so he just looked down at his own paper. And frowned as he tried to puzzle out the first problem. He knew generally what the process for solving it was, but he couldn’t quite figure out where to start. 

“Do you need some help?” Aelin asked after a moment, her blue eyes peering at him. And sheepishly, he nodded. 

“I’m a little stuck on this one,” he admitted, and she smiled lightly, scooting her chair over to sit next to him and look at his paper. 

“Okay,” she said, reaching for his pencil, “so here’s what you have to do.”

They spent the next couple of hours studying and working together, which eventually evolved into laughter and conversation. Rowan had barely talked to Aelin before this, but now, he didn’t want to ever stop being with her. 

She was everything he thought she would be and more. He was completely and utterly charmed. 

He was sure he had moon eyes as they finally adjourned for the afternoon, watching as she packed up her backpack, her silky hair spilling over her shoulder as she headed toward the door, looking back at him. 

“I had a great time,” she said, smiling. “If you ever need any help with more chemistry, I’m your girl.” 

She winked, before exiting the room, leaving him nearly gaping as she wandered off. 

Rowan was falling, and he was falling hard. 

—-

Aelin couldn’t stop smiling as she left the library, her backpack slung over her shoulder. 

Little did Rowan know that she’d texted every other person in the study group chat, telling them that their meeting was canceled that day. 

She’d been crushing on him since the first day of class, and had finally figured out something to do about it. 

After all, what better way than to spark some chemistry than with some chemistry itself?

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[junkratsjunkertown]

Hello, can I get a damage S/O who has two sets of wings on their back and have hanzo's reaction to it when they first meet then how he feels about it after awhile.

Sure thing. It was very interesting to write this. This is probably the longest one I've written so far. I hope you like it.

Hanzo x Winged! DPS Reader:

You joined Overwatch after being rescued from Talon. The people who had rescued you were Winston, Reinhardt, Mercy, Kiriko, Genji, and Cassidy. They were shocked at what Talon had done to you since it looked like they experimented on you. Your wounds were mainly on your back. Cassidy and Winston were the two who carried you back to their aircraft. Mercy had stabilized you until the group was back at Overwatch.

Once you all landed Mercy and Genji rushed you to the medical bay and called for assistance from Ana. It took around two and a half hours because they had to make sure to not injure your wings any further. It took about 4 hours for you to finally wake up.

"I am so glad that you are awake."

An angelic voice said. You were still trying to focus your vision before looking to your right. You saw Mercy and Ana standing there. Mercy had a clipboard in her hands while Ana was looking over your vitals.

"Am I dead? Did I die and this is heaven or something?"

Mercy and Ana laughed

"You are not dead. But you were badly wounded when we rescued you from Talon."

Mercy explained. You let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness that I am out of that hell hole."

That was all that you could say

"Thanks for saying and thinking that I am going upstairs in the afterlife."

Ana joked and Mercy smacked her shoulder with her free hand.

"Ana! Anyways you will have to stay in this room until your back is fully healed."

"How long will that take?"

"About two months since we had to fix your wings and those bones will take longer to heal. I am truly sorry."

Ana explained and she left the room to go and let everyone know that you are awake and doing fine.

"Sadly my Caduceus Staff could not fully heal all of your wounds. It could only heal the flesh wounds on your back. I am truly sorry."

You smile gently at her and gently take her free hand in yours.

"Hey. It's fine. You helped me more than Talon ever did."

~After 2 months~

Despite your back being a little sore you did your best during your private training sessions with Genji and Mercy. Your primary weapon became a Whip and your secondary weapon became an egg version of Cassidy's Magnet Grenade. You still don't have an ultimate yet since you are still a new recruit. You heard the door to the training area open and close causing you to jump behind Genji. Genji looks at you then towards the door.

"Ah. Good morning, brother. How are you doing today?"

Silence as the footsteps stopped in front of Genji.

"I am doing well, Genji. I just came to tell you that Zenyatta is waiting for you in the usual meditation spot."

"Is it already 11am? Y/N, we can continue training after lunch if you would like?"

He asks turning his body to face you. You were covering yourself with your wings thinking that Hanzo was a threat. Genji walked around your cover and put a hand on your shoulder. You let your wings drop fully and Hanzo could see you relax at Gneji's touch.

"Y/N. Hanzo is not going to hurt you. He is not a part of Talon."

"But didn't he hurt you?"

Both men and Mercy sigh. Mercy walks over to you and puts her hand on your other shoulder.

"He did. But he has changed. He only wants to protect and help people."

She reassured you. That is when you hear a deeper, huskier voice.

"It is true. I know that you don't know me and I don't expect you to fully trust me. Or to even trust me at all. But, I am trying to be a better version of myself."

You smile at Hanzo and then you hug Genji and Mercy. You wrapped your four wings around the two of them and you whisper

"I will try my best to not judge him too harshly."

And you let them go and you end up leaving the area headed to find Winston to help him with anything he might need help with at the moment.

Hanzo's eyes follow you until the door closes. Suddenly he feels someone poke his cheek.

"You like them don't you?"

Genji teases

"I do not. I just met them. You better go to Zenyatta before he hits you with an orb of discord."

That was all Hanzo said before leaving. He thought that you were interesting, to say the least. He really did want you to trust him like you trust Mercy and Genji. He will not deny that he wants you to wrap your wings around him and just be close to him. He stops those thoughts because he could feel his face heating up.

~2 years later~

You, Hanzo, Zarya, Reinhardt, Mercy, and Ana were on a mission. Your outfit resembles a plague doctor, but with a modern twist. Your mask was a full mask, it was just the beak portion since the full thing would have blocked most of your vision. Your mask also helps you make a range of bird sounds. Mercy and Ana had safely injected you with some eyesight enhancements causing you to see farther than a normal human and you could spot the tiniest movement.

You, Zarya, and Ana scouted ahead of the others. You flew above any obstacles you had since you had to get above the others just in case there was anyone hiding behind certain walls or in any hallway that was higher up. As you were going back down to Ana and Zarya you felt a sharp pain in your lower left wing. You let out a painful screeching sound. You quickly dove at the person and killed them. Then you returned to Zarya and Ana. Zarya asked what had happened and you explained it. Wondering how you couldn't see that enemy. Maybe it was a blind spot since you still had a human range of motion in your head and eyes. Ana quickly healed you and told the others to be on the lookout and that you three were going to group up with them.

Once you six were regrouped and ended up killing more enemies passed the point your group was. You and Hanzo have your ultimates ready. Your ultimate was unleashing a dozen egg-like bombs that have a toxin in them that they release once they hit the ground.

"Hey, Hanzo. I've got an idea."

"What is that, Y/N?"

"What if when you unleash your dragons I fly inside them? And I drop my bombs as I pass by the enemies? You know just in case anyone tries to run away."

"That sounds dangerous, but I trust you."

You and Hanzo do the plan and end up killing at least 10 enemies. Unfortunately, a few of your feathers got burnt a little due to the heat of Hanzo's ultimate. You return behind Reinhardt and in between Mercy and Hanzo. He notices your burnt feathers and feels bad. The team completed the mission and headed back to the base. Everyone but you, Hanzo, and the pilots were asleep. You took up some space but not as much as Reinhardt and his armor. Hanzo sits next to you with a sorrowful look on his face.

"I apologize for burning your wings. I didn't mean for that to happen. I feel like ruined our trust."

He admitted to you. You look at him and gently put a hand on his face causing him to look directly at you.

"Hanzo. It's alright. They will grow back soon and I did put my trust in you during that stunt. Even though Angela called me stupid for doing so. But I still trust you."

He smiles at you and leans his head against your shoulder. You wrap your wings around Hanzo and yourself ending up falling asleep as well. Hanzo feels comforted by this knowing that you still trust him. And he thought that your wings felt really soft despite being burnt.

#overwatch x reader #hanzo x you #hanzo x reader #Hanzo x reader fluff #overwatch hanzo #overwatch hanzo x reader

[living-for-fiction]

Vent incoming; if you thirsty hoes want drama that doesn't affect you then read on. I've been pretty inactive recently because life is life-ing and, well, I was trying to keep my shit together with the single thread of sanity I had.

After a long talk with a trusted confidante about the very recent loss of a 30 year friendship, I have come to an uncomfortable realization. Some of the realization I came to when the friendship ended, and some of it I came to after talking with this confidante for more than an hour. This person is someone I tell everything and whose perspective and advice I greatly appreciate. They have no problem calling me on my bullshit, but they also have no problem telling me when I am being too hard on myself and taking on blame for things that aren't my fault.

The entire time I was friends with this person, they regularly used aversive actions to attempt to correct my behavior. In this case, the friendship ended because they are angry that I am not allowing them to decide who I am allowed to be in a romantic relationship with. It's obvious in retrospect; they disliked my relationships with both my serious exes, strongly encouraged me to end those relationships, and made their disapproval clear when I did not comply. This time, they not only hate my girlfriend (their word - I am not exaggerating, they said they hate her) but they ascribed my girlfriend's autistic behaviors and innate distrust of EVERYONE due to PTSD as evidence that she hated them specifically. Any attempt to explain my girlfriend's behaviors was met with accusations of making excuses for her. Any time I tried to point out that it was uncool to harshly judge an autistic person for being autistic was met with great offense - how DARE I accuse them of ableism for... deciding that an autistic person being autistic was inherently rude and somehow her being autistic AT them.

When this person made it clear to me they did not like my girlfriend, I stopped talking about her much with them. But I shot myself in the foot, because I would still vent when we were having issues as I trusted and cared for this person deeply and wanted their advice/comfort, but in trying to not talk about her much that meant I did not talk about the good times and things. But then they did not want to hear about her at all because they decided they hate her and that she must hate them too - and they made that clear to her in a VILE way that she still has nightmares about. Still, I'm weak enough that I wanted to stay friends with this person, even in a limited capacity. So while our friendship was quite damaged, I stayed their friend, and just never brought up my girlfriend to them or asked them to interact.

And then came last night where they informed me that as long as I am with my girlfriend, we cannot be friends. That hurts. It is a boundary they are allowed to set, but it also came with the clear underlying statement: "You are not allowed to have anyone in your life that I don't get along with. You are only allowed to have relationships with people I like. I decide who you are allowed to date, be friends with, form relationships with."

I will not be breaking up with my girlfriend. I will not be giving in to that kind of ultimatum. And even if, in the future, we were to break up, I don't think it would be healthy to resume a relationship of any kind with this person. They expect an unprecedented level of control over my life. I won't pretend to have been a perfect friend - far from it; I have done things that seriously hurt this person before, and I regret them deeply. They, however, have outright told me before that they don't give a damn if they hurt me and won't apologize for doing so. They expect to have a level of control over who I am allowed to associate with that no one should ever have over another person. Their version of respect is that I should accommodate them wholly over everyone else in my life.

When I was speaking with my confidante, she said something that after some reflection very much seems to be true. "[They like] you best single," she said, "because then [they] can be your main focus, or your only focus. [They] don't want you to have a relationship, because then another person is just as important as [they are] in your life."

Ironically, this is something the person in question said my girlfriend wanted from me. I've long said that the reason they don't get along is because they are too similar in the wrong ways, in their negatives. They can't be wrong, they have a mean streak; apparently, the need to be the most important person in my life is one of them. But only one person has not only demanded that position, but demanded that I kick that other person out of my life. And it's not my girlfriend. In fact, knowing how important this person was to me, my girlfriend asked me if there was anything she could do to repair the damage to my relationship with this person. I told her no, because by then I was scared of trying to do anything, because it seemed anything other than breaking up with my girlfriend would be insufficient.

And it is. That is their boundary. They will not have a relationship with me while I am with my girlfriend.

And I have taken the time to think, and something has become very clear. This person has spent their entire life trying to "correct" my behavior. Scratching me until I bled as a child when I did something they didn't like, hitting me as an adult. One time I went over to their house when I felt suicidal so I could be in a safe place and not alone, and they berated me for daring to be suicidal, then took my phone away from me when I tried to call for help. Then when I left the house they called the cops on me because they were ~so scared I would kill myself~ after they all but chased me out of the house for going there for support. Called the cops on a mentally ill suicidal person, it's damn lucky I'm white because I had a knife on me at the time (not to hurt anyone, for self injuring purposes), if I were a black suicidal person in that situation with a knife - even though I was only using it on myself - do you think I'd be alive to write this right now? They've always tried to "correct" my behavior and parent me. When I was younger it involved hitting and scratching to bring me into submission. At older, take away their means of communication, then call the cops when they leave. (Yes I know they were scared for me it was still a shit thing to do and they are the one who made it a situation by berating me for daring to be suicidal as if that is something someone controls.) Now apparently, in full fledged adulthood, it looks like telling someone who they can and can't have a relationship with.

Oh and as an aside, Former friend - I do know you're reading this; it's shock and moot if you aren't. You've made it clear that when something bad happens between us you read every vent I write, even things that were supposed to be private because you were allegedly done with me, since you like stringing me along, knowing my abandonment issues will send me crawling back to you. I am weak that way and need to work on that. You know exactly who you are, and you can know I am writing this fully sober, lucid, having spoken with a specific person about this to gage what's going on, and am now venting- perhaps not in the best possible way, but in a way that will let me get my feelings out without hurting myself or someone else. There will be no "gotcha, I saw what you wrote about me, what now!" I know your version of cutting someone out of your life involves snooping to see if they vented about you and being pissy when they do, seeking some form of comfort.

#personal #when it blows up it blows up #i am a writer and i spent 3 hours on this one post because i am a disaster

[agapi-kalyptei]

Does an apology undo the damage caused?

I'd say yes for minor cases and misunderstandings. There are two tricky things about apologies.

Part one: you can never read someone's heart, and there's a wide range of types of apologies (even ignoring the obvious insincere ones), a few types are

the classic half-assed apology;

an apology that seems sincere but it's about something that's been happening over and over, with little gradual improvements, or recurrent setbacks;

an apology that seems a bit too brief given the complexity of the issue;

an apology that's too dramatic given the low complexity of the issue;

there's the dilemma of how seriously can you take a chronic apologizer (Sorry Cop Harry DuBois);

an apology that seems genuine, but conveniently comes only at a time when the apologizer needs something from you.

I can't read people's hearts, so I prefer not to judge apologies too harshly.

I'm also a big believer of "to forgive is to forget", that is, once you actually forgive someone, you will not bring it back in conversations, and will not, on a daily basis, count it against them.

But what if it happens again? What if it gets worse?

Part two: where is the balance between protecting yourself and acting based on the realities of this particular relationship (any kind), and blindly letting the (potential) abuser get away with it?

(Side note: obviously some mistakes are more serious than others. "Being always 5 minutes late to a date" versus "borrowing money and not returning it" versus "cheating on a marital partner" etc.)

Luckily, I didn't get cheated on. The reason why the topic even crossed my mind were scattered memories of a few semi-toxic former friends.

Part three: Is being dumb an offense on your relationship? Is being arrogant a deal breaker?

When I say "dumb" I mean a specific kind of dumb - I'm not talking about underperforming academically, nor about being disinterested in intellectualism and not having Adorno on your nightstand. I'm specifically talking about believing in something you've made up. That "it sounds true, so it must be true, and I will mansplain this to everyone on reddit" type of vibe.

And yeah - I've done that. I've been doing that longer than you're alive, probably. I'm a hypocrite, etc, but this isn't about me. (I mean it kinda is, but I'm unforgivable, a lost case, etc, who cares.) How do I deal with people who believe their own bullshit and prioritize it over our friendship?

Every single one of us has some Bullshit that we believe about ourselves. That's fine. I'm absolutely glad to overlook things in good faith, I've long outgrown correcting everyone, challenging everyone to the bone. You have therapy, you'll deal with it there. Not my business. (Until it is.)

And like - most people are fine. Occasional breakdowns or lapses in judgment or w/e is fine. Having a bad winter depression is fine. We're friends, we help each other. We support each other despite our bullshit because we don't have unrealistic expectations.

But then sometimes, with some people, it's just draining. A conversation grinding to a halt because they need to prove to you they're smarter than everyone else. They're exceptional, and whatever research or wisdom or practical advice you have - they're above that. You're wrong and their lifestyle is holy and couldn't possibly be the reason why they're unhappy. (Said the guy who spends 60 hours a day online and doesn't go out for "health reasons".)

We all have really messed up lifestyles. We have anxieties, we have health issues, we have capitalism. Of course we have non-ideal lifestyles if we live in a non-ideal world! With non-ideal bodies and minds and food and parents! Normalize admitting things are messed up without giving up, without using it as an excuse! Say it out loud. Say it now. "There's so many things messed up about my life." But don't stop there. "Things will be better. My friends care about me. I'll have happy moments. Difficulty is just a part of the process."

Normalize admitting that you're wrong about many things every month. Some of your beliefs are holding you back. Some of your habits are pushing people away. Shrug, move on, go to therapy, do better. Just don't hold yourself to be so so special. Everybody loves a poor little meow meow until they have to clean up after one. Don't be a poor little meow meow. Be someone's blorbo.

#random rants #that kinda came out of nowhere #long post #personal

[sprites-writing]

Chapter 13: Vigilante Shit

yeah I know its been like a year whatever

okay notes for this chapter:

1) It's no longer Miss Avocet that Freya found when taking Jake back to the present, it's now Miss Dove in case I decide to continue the series I don't have to work around Miss A being dead

2) I wrote this in less than 24 hours don't judge me too harshly

3) welcome to the wdid revival where its been four years since I wrote chapter one and my writing has improved drastically and I will (eventually) rewrite the first 2 chapters of this

4) also Freya is horny af for Enoch for a good portion of this because I was reminded about how fucking fine Finlay MacMillan is while rewatching the movie to write this

anyways Freya POV, 1523 words, enjoy

chapter 1 chapter 12

Between Miss Dove and Jacob, we were all quickly put to work.

Emma, Jacob, Enoch and I were put in charge of collecting tools for the others while they worked on latching the windows and barricading the doors. In the chaos, Abe’s nightly phone call was forgotten about until the familiar ringing filled the parlour.

The three of us glanced between ourselves before I gently eased the hoe from Jacob’s hands. “I think you should answer it tonight,” I murmured. Looking like he was half in shock, he nodded and quickly scurried off.

“Not entirely sure that was the best idea of ours, but yera, it can’t be worse than all the times we snuck out,” I said with a shrug.

Enoch gave a surprised snort, “Frey, I don't think anything can be worse than that.”

With a knowing smile, Emma took her section of the tools and left the sunroom. Enoch and I both hesitated, the makeshift weapons in our arms a glaring reminder that we were running out of time and yet still we stood there, our soft breathing and the racket from the parlour the only sounds.

“I’m proud of you, y’know,” whispered Noch. “Even if the others aren’t, I am. I’ll always be proud of you.”

I inhaled sharply. For some reason, this moment felt like it was crossing some unspoken line of ours, and it was quickly heading into a territory I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

“And because I know that wonderful brain of yours like the back of my hand, I know that you’re overthinking it but you, Freya Róisín Aoibh O’Sullivan, might have just saved us all.” The way he easily pronounced the Gaelic of my middle names sent a wave of hunger crashing through me. Although this was far from a new feeling for me, it took me by surprise every time.

It was like suddenly every single little thing he had done in the last sixty-five years slammed into me like a train. From the quirk of his lips to the gentle slide of his hand across my lower back to when his shirt was soaking after our weekly swims to the feeling of his fingers tangling in my hair while he slept, it all added up to me pretending like there wasn’t an ache in me that I didn’t think anyone else but Enoch could fix.

He smiled at me like there wasn’t anything different even though he had just added fuel to the fire inside me that he had lit a long, long time ago. As he walked away I stood there, trying desperately to shove the desire threatening to consume me down, down, down to where I could pretend it wasn’t there.

It wasn’t like I was some sort of blushing virgin. I was raised by my older sister for fuck’s sake. With no parents there to beat the fear of God into us for lusting, Máire had a habit of going after the boys around town and, more often than not, they’d end up in her bed. After enough times of Siobhan and I walking in on her, we learned to avoid our small house during the afternoons, instead playing with the other kids nearby. And, although it wasn’t allowed by Miss P, Victor and I found more than enough time to sneak away for an hour or so. Even if it benefited him far more than it benefitted me.

I sighed and resigned myself to the low heat pooling in my gut despite the horrible situation we found ourselves in. Returning to the parlour, I quickly started passing out the tools, trying to not let the way my friends, my family, were flinching as they took the tools, bother me.

Before long we were all standing against a wall, Miss Dove in front of us holding Miss P’s crossbow. “Now children,” she began.

I glanced at Enoch from where I stood beside him, wordlessly asking him if he was alright. I knew this would be killing him inside right now, remembering what happened in his loop in London. He squeezed my hand gently.

I’m alright.

I gave him a reassuring look and turned back to Miss Dove.

“Now that you’re all here, there’s a few rules. Your primary job is to stay safe. Leave the Hollow to me, I don’t want to see any heroics. Now, those of you with garden tools, I must insist that you—” Miss Dove was cut off abruptly as the Hollow pulled her through the window.

A mixture of gasps and shrieks left us as the danger we were in truly hit us. Jacob lunged towards the crossbow she had dropped and quickly aimed it at the window.

I frantically scanned the room, looking for some kind of sign as to where it was only to find nothing. The boards that were left from Miss D rattled as it entered the house, sections falling back into the garden.

As Jacob stood up, Enoch ran from where he was, throwing himself between Jacob and the Hollow.

“What are you doing Enoch?” I yelled. He glanced over his shoulder at me and his moment of distraction let the Hollow grab him.

Never in my life did I feel the terror that went through me as it picked him up. Not when Máire died, not when I killed Millie, not when Miss Gannett found me. The shadows from its tongues were the only thing that let me see what it was doing while he struggled.

I ran towards him, calculating where the Hollow was as I moved. I reached where I thought a leg was, my palm smacking the floor with a force I was only aware of because of the sound. It slammed Enoch into a window, shards of stained glass cutting my skin, desperation stopping me from feeling the pain.

I tried again, my hand aching from missing again as Jacob urged the others to get to the attic. For the third time I lunged, this time half a foot to the left and felt my hand grasp cold, scaly flesh. I squeezed, the Hollow’s tongues dropping Enoch as it died.

Completely forgetting that Jacob was still in the room, I rushed to my best friend. The moment he had stood up, I cupped his face in my hands.

“Are you alright?” He nodded.

I threw my arms around his neck, forcing him to take a few steps back as he adjusted. “Don’t do that to me again.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he said, burying his head in my neck.

We stayed there for a moment, just breathing each other in, until Jacob cleared his throat. With one hand, I flipped him off as Noch gently put me down.

The moment my feet hit the ground, the remainders of the window crumbled. Confused, I looked to Jacob only for him to be staring wide-eyed at the hole in the wall. “Run,” he whispered.

As we rushed to the stairs, the doors to the parlour were ripped off of their hinges, the second Hollow following us to the attic.

Once we were upstairs, Jacob quickly started to figure out a way for us to escape. “Okay. All right, um…” he looked around the small attic, twelve peculiar children watching him.

“Shit! It’s almost reset!” He opened the window, the familiar flashes of the bombs flaring outside. “Fiona, is there anything you can do with that tree?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding.

“Be careful, Fi,” begged Hugh.

Fiona slid out the window and down the slick, steep surface of the roof, landing on the gutter.

Once Jacob said that we were escaping through the windows, I turned to Claire, motioning to pick her up. She leaned away from me. “Claire Bear, I know you’re scared about my peculiarity but we don’t have time. The Hollow will get through at any moment and we need to get you out the window now.”

She hesitantly let me pick her up and hold her as we slid down the roof, the shingles scraping the shit out of my legs as I focused on not balancing wrong and sending both Claire and I to our deaths. Once we were down, I sent her over to where Jacob and Emma stood helping the younger peculiars to the tree branch Fiona had grown.

I turned back to where Enoch was holding onto the windowsill with one hand, helping Horace out the window. When he landed beside me, I yelled over the rain for him to “Go, go!”

“Enoch, come on!”

As he fell down the roof, I grabbed his arm to keep him from falling. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy!” he said. I rolled my eyes at him and started climbing over to the rest of the wards right when the Hollow burst threw the doors.

As carefully as possible, we followed the others down the branch, Emma and Jacob staying at the back to guide the little ones.

Before they even got to touch the ground, the bomb hit the house and we watched as the loop closed.

Pronunciation notes for her middle names and her sisters' names:

Róisín Aoibh: Ro-SHEEN Eve

Máire: Mor-uh

Siobhan: Shi-VON

yeah I'm well aware that that one line about the others flinching away from Freya when she gave them the tools is awkward but I can't be assed to fix it

chapter 14

#wdid revival #wdid #what do i do (when i love you so) #mphfpc #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #bronwyn bruntley #enoch o'connor #enoch o'connor x original character #fiona frauenfeld #horace somnusson #jacob portman #olive abroholos elephanta #emma bloom #millard nullings #claire densmore #hugh apiston #alma lefay peregrine #victor bruntley #original character #fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #fic #my writing

[arbiterofthedead]

😘 chu

Them as a person: 'I suppose they are decent enough, she asks too many questions for my own liking but I suppose I can't fault her when I tend to keep things to myself. It's still somewhat annoying though.'

Level of attractiveness: 'I suppose she is fairly attractive, in a regal sense. I don't meet many people like her so I suppose that memory still being fresh helps in a way. But I cannot deny that she is attractive in her own way.'

'I'm sure if she were to hear such a thing it might inflate her own head a tad too much, don't tell her I said that.'

What annoys them most: 'Simply put, she asks far too many questions for her own good, even if deflected she is a persistent one. Such persistence might come back to bite her one of these days, but I'll leave fate to decide when that is to occur...I am not an arbiter of what is to come after all.'

What they like the most: 'I suppose she knows how to lead in a manner of speaking, I am the type to prefer to work in the shadows and alone at that. But I'd say she knows how to collect people to accomplish a task. I suppose that takes a discerning eye to do this, I wouldn't know where to start if I needed extra sets of hands to take on a challenge.'

What they’d do if they were locked in a closet together for 4 hours: 'Only the Kami truly know the answer to that, I daresay I'd rather not speculate on this matter. I do not know her well enough to know where to begin to answer this, perhaps we would discuss out various ventures.'

'I cannot consider anything else at the current moment, for I know not what else would even occur if such an event ever occurred. No doubt she would pester me with question after question if I had to think about it very hard.'

Overall opinion: 'Perhaps I judge her too harshly, she has yet to prove to be a profound thorn in my side but I suppose there is still time for that to be the truth.'

'It is also possible that things go swimmingly and that we get along rather well, it's impossible for me to truly comment on the matter. But I suppose anything is possible, considering all I have done and seen...I suppose stranger things have happened.'

Rating: 8/10

@the-sycophant >:3

#Asks

[w-m-heart]

Celebratory Sex

This is a snippet from the lastest update of our We Three Witches fic on AO3

Fandom: Twilight Pairing: Edward Cullen x Bella Swan Warning: explicit smut, p in v, swearing, fingering (f!receiving), first orgasm (male), a bit of fluff Word Count: 2.5k Summary: Bella keeps her promise to fuck Edward within an inch of his life

A/N: We're new to smut, so don't judge us too harshly

18+ Minors DNI. You’re responsible for your own media consumption. We do not give permission for our works to be reposted/translated elsewhere. Reblogs and comments are much loved 💜

I sat on my bed fiddling with my phone as I worried at my lip. Edward would be here soon. It had been hours since he’d left. Surely Renee was gone by now?

I shook my head and scoffed. What was I doing? It wasn’t like I was some virgin teen girl waiting for her boyfriend to sneak through the window. 

It's just sex, nothing you haven’t done before, I scolded myself. Just because you happen to be in love with him doesn’t change anything. Immediately my eyes caught on the metal bed frame and I blushed. Until early this morning I had had a solid cushioned bed frame with a matching headboard, 

Only Edward wasn’t quite in control of himself during my blowjob and had gripped it so tight he broke it beyond repair. Luckily dad still had a lot of grandma’s things including her black metal bed frame that was still in good condition. Edward had been apologetic and had tossed out the old one before getting this one from the storage room. He’d promised to replace the one he broke, but I almost didn’t want him to, the metal bar was perfect for certain ideas I had.

I heard a soft thump and looked up to see Edward gracefully climbing in through the window. I frowned. Even though the wards had been adjusted to let the Cullens in when I was home they should have alerted me the moment he stepped onto the property. 

Edward smiled crookedly. “I thought you would have been happier to see me,” he chuckled. 

I smiled automatically and flushed slightly. This was not starting out as I planned. I toyed with the belt of my kimono robe and took a deep breath before I looked up at him from under my lashes. 

“I’m ecstatic to see you,” I purred. “The question is, how happy are you to see me?” 

I let the top of my robe fall open, slipping off one side to expose the entire right side of my chest. The flimsy fabric barely covered my breast. It was a move I had perfected a while ago, and it had the perfect reaction. 

Edwards' eyes darkened as I placed my hand lightly on my exposed skin, trailing it down my neck to the valley between my breasts. My mouth went dry as I noticed the obvious tenting of his pants, and a flush creeped up my neck. A burst of arousal flooded through me at the memory of him last night and I clenched my thighs together. 

Edward was in front of me in an instant, nose flaring. “You smell amazing,” he murmured, his hands on my hips. “So wet already and I’ve only just arrived.” 

“Stop talking,” I growled, standing up. Before he could react, I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him into me, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss.

I nipped his icy lower lip demanding entrance which he freely granted. My hands threaded through his hair pulling him impossibly closer, his hands roamed my body, gripping at my waist, shoulders, ass, never stopping in one area. It wasn’t enough. I needed him closer. 

I bit his lip again, harder this time and he let out a low groan of pleasure. Subconsciously I repeated the spell we had done in the field to copy their basic abilities, even without thinking I knew I would have to be a bit more durable for this. 

Suddenly desperate for more I tore my hands from his hair and ran them over his shoulders. I gripped the fabric of his shirt and I tore it off him. He gave a small grunt of surprise, but didn't break the kiss. 

In retaliation, one of his hands slipped beneath my robe and slid along my skin. His touch skimmed along my stomach, around my back, up my sides,  lighting icy-hot trails of the coldest heat across my skin that left me breathless. He reached my breasts, cupping one in his hand and I moaned low in my throat. 

Nipping his lip once again—an action I was quickly becoming obsessed with—I broke the kiss and pushed him onto the bed. It protested with a loud creak as the metal buckled slightly under his weight and Edward echoed the sound with a groan of his own. Stepping in between his knees, I unzipped his jeans. 

“Off,” I demanded tugging the fabric. 

He lifted his hips so I could drag them down and I wondered how it would feel when he did that while inside me. 

I shivered and clenched around nothing at the thought. Gods, I need him now. 

My eyes zeroed in on his cock as Edward kicked his jeans and boxers off the rest of the way. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my hand around it. He bucked into my hand as I swiped my thumb over his tip. 

“Bella. Please,” he groaned. My head snapped up and I looked at his face which was awash with pleasure. 

I froze, my eyes wide at the look on his face. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen his face like this, not after last night, but this was the first time it truly hit me how real this was. 

This isn’t just a quick fuck, I thought, dazed. This isn’t two people getting their rocks off and then walking away after. There’s no walking away after this. 

“Bella?” His hips stilled like he was keeping himself from thrusting into my hand. “What is it, love?”

There was such concern and doubt on his face that I couldn’t help but smile. He was worried. Even after everything last night, he was still worried I didn’t want this. 

I let go of him, and crawled my way up his body until I was hovering over him, face to face. I brought my lips to his for a soft kiss. This one was slow and sensual where everything before had been heated and passionate. This one wasn’t about fucking, it was showing him I wanted this. And I meant every word I said. 

I pulled back a fraction to whisper, “This isn’t a quick fuck. I’m not planning on ravaging you and then finding someone else to play with. You’re it for me.” I then smirked and added teasingly. “As long as you don't break my heart.” hoping my light tone covered the truth of my worries.

He blinked. “Yeah?” His face broke out into a beautiful smile. He reached up to brush his nose against mine. “You’re it for me too.” He sat up, pulling me into his chest. “And I don’t plan on ever breaking your heart.” 

Crazily enough, I was starting to believe him. 

“Good,” I murmured, against his lips. “Now let’s get back to fucking.”

His hands slid down to grip my ass, squeezing my cheeks as our lips slammed back together. I ground down on his lap and he let out another groan. I broke our kiss and trailed my lips down the expanse of his throat before moving back up to his ear and playfully tugged on his lobe with my teeth. 

“Mine.” I growled.

Edward purred, burying his face in my shoulder and sucking on the junction between my shoulder and neck in a way that sent a wave of pleasure through me. He slowly kissed his way up to my ear. “If I am yours, then you’re mine .”

“I can live with that,” I gasped as his grip on my ass pulled me forward right against his leaking cock. 

Not wanting a single thing between us, I ripped the robe from my body and tossed it aside. Edward’s eyes lit up when he saw I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. 

“Beautiful,” he breathed as he moved to pepper kisses across my chest. 

I whimpered as the sensation sent a flutter through my heart. I could feel my arousal slicking my folds, just begging for his cock. 

Edwards mouth closed around my nipple and I sucked in a sharp breath as heat flooded my body. My hands immediately went to his hair, tightly tangling in his locks as I silently begged for more. He happily responded, running his tongue across my hardened bud as his other hand came up to pluck my other nipple. 

I writhed against him as waves of pleasure thrummed through me, weakening my resolve to go slowly. I forcefully reminded myself that this was Edward’s first time, and that this was not just a quick fuck. This was different. This was love.

I pulled his face back to mine for another intoxicating kiss, purposefully slowing us down. One of his hands plucked at my sensitive nipples while the other reached up to cup my cheek, deepening our kiss. 

Slowly I rose on my knees and reached down guiding his cock to my entrance. Gripping the back of his head tightly I sank down onto his cock and we both let out guttural moans. I broke the kiss with a gasp to catch my breath and Edward's hands flew down to my waist gripping the soft flesh as his lips attached themselves to my neck. 

Dazedly I wondered just how many hickeys I would have before we were done. My skin was still littered with last night’s. I rocked forward and moaned at the feeling of him inside me. In this position he was filling me to the point of bursting and I desperately needed friction. 

Sensing my need, Edward tightened his arms around me and gave a low growl as he thrust sharply into me, I let out a cry of delight as I ground down on his cock. Soon we were in the perfect tempo. I met each of his thrusts, rocking back and forth as we moved faster. 

I raked my hands down his back, my nails scratching harmlessly against his granite skin but he still hissed in pleasure. 

“Oh Bella, ” he groaned, gripping my thighs. “Just like that, love.” 

As his thrusts picked up speed, I moaned his name. He crashed his lips into mine, swallowing my sounds as he continued to thrust into me, splitting me open with his cock. I had fantasised about this from the moment I’d seen it last night, but now he was inside me he felt longer and thicker than I could have imagined. With each thrust he hit every spot and sent me crazy. 

Still I needed more. I grabbed one of his hands and brought it to my clit. Having already learnt this lesson, he flicked it quickly and I clenched around him with a shuddering groan. 

My head fell back as he began rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. I cried out, clutching his shoulders as I bounced on his cock. A familiar pressure began to pool in my gut. “Yes! Gods, Edward. Harder! Please!” I panted, clenching around him tighter. 

He moaned into my ear at the feeling as I clenched around him again. “So beautiful. My love, you look so beautiful right now. Like this. For me. You feel so good.” 

He continued grunting praises into my skin and I choked out a moan, emotions clogging my throat. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, needed him to know it desperately, but he deserved better than to wonder if it was just something said in a moment of pleasure. He should know I meant it, know I’d loved him long before this night. Even if I’d refused to admit it, even to myself. 

“You’re mine. I’m never letting you go,” I cried, clinging to him with every bounce. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

His grip on me tightened as he pulled me into a searing kiss, our thrusts became erratic as we both chased our pleasure. He pressed down on my clit, and the coil in me snapped. I came with a shuddering cry, my fingers pulling at his hair as my orgasm rocked through me. He followed with a shout, his cock emptying into me as we arched into each other. 

We slumped together, falling back against my pillows with shattered groans. His arm curled around my waist, holding me to him as our chests heaved and we tried to get our brains working again. We stayed like that for a long time, until I rolled off him. He slipped out of me and we both groaned at the oversensitivity. 

As I curled against his side, his arm still around me, a genuine smile stretched across my face. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, there was no going back from this. 

When my muscles were working again, I propped my cheek up on my fist and glanced at him. I let out a quiet giggle. He looked completely dazed. He laid there against the pillow, his hair in a complete disarray, eyes glassy and lips slightly parted. 

If this is how he responds to the least kinky sex I’ve ever had, what will his reaction be when I bring in the toys?  

Just the thought delighted me and I couldn’t wait to find out. With that thought I dozed off into a light sleep

~~~

I opened my eyes and yawned, then frowned as I heard movement behind me and turned around to see Edward pulling on his pants. A small frisson of annoyance went through me and I smirked. 

“I didn’t take you for a love ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy,” I teased. 

He was beside me in an instant, tilting my head up and pulling me into a gentle kiss. After a moment he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine as he stared at me, his eyes dancing with amusement. 

“Don't pout, I need to hunt,” he said, pecking my lips which had somehow pursed without my permission. 

The small bit of annoyance evaporated as I realised he wasn't ditching me, he just needed to eat. Knowing that, I pursed my lips in an exaggerated pout and dramatically sighed. 

“Why hunt when you can eat me?” I asked with an innocent smile. 

Edward’s eyes widened as he choked out a laugh and shook his head before narrowing his eyes playfully at me. “I’m not sure of your nutritional value,” he teased before pulling me into another kiss. “You , Miss Swan, are bad for the heart.”

He ended it far too quickly and I pouted again. 

“I’ll be back tonight,” Edward said, his fingers soft and gentle against my cheek, like he couldn’t bear to pull away. 

“I’ll be waiting,” I said, biting my lip to contain my smile. 

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

Episode 8: Back to the Danger Part 1

It was just another "normal" evening in the Man Cave. Everyone had assembled for a relaxed, fun-filled evening, Ray, Henry, (y/n), Schwoz, Charlotte and Jasper, everyone was there, all of them ready to watch Dog Judge, one of the hottest shows on TV and to say they were excited was a huge understatement. It was a big episode that night and they were getting ready to watch it together, cooking popcorn, popping sodas and apparently for Ray, finding batteries for his vibrating soap. Yeah, no idea.

It was one of those lame products from the shopping channels, the ones that come on in the early hours of the night when everyone but him is asleep and with his girl snoozing next to him and unable to say no, he'd ordered himself a bar, believing that it would clean him better than normal soap. There was a downside though and it was typical of something that came from those hyped-up, oversaturated ads, there were no damn batteries, so Henry had been sent off on a mission; venture down below into the storage room and dig out some high-voltage power packs, ones that would be able to kick his soap into vibration. 

"Hey. What's up, guys?" The boy greeted his friends as he came up the tube, the freakishly large batteries in his hands as he stepped down from the pad and trotted down the stairs. Now, (y/n) wasn't particularly happy that he'd been sent down there, bickering with Ray like they were an old married couple, for three main reasons; one, she thought that for twenty dollars, her boyfriend's little gadget should've had batteries included or two, he should've never bought the stupid thing in the first place (twenty fucking dollars indeed). And three, the big one really, it was his toy so he should've gotten off his ass and done it himself. The storage room was where they kept him, locked up tight so he couldn't move, see, think, feel or touch, and despite all that, she hated the idea of any of her friends getting too close, feared that they'd somehow get hurt by his rage and malice. "Do you know what time Dog Judge—"

"Ahhhhh, hurry! It's about to start! Somebody turn on Dog Judge!" Schwoz shrieked as he came running in, interrupting Henry and shoving him harshly onto the floor in his stampede, the bucket of popcorn under his arm flying everywhere. He belly-flopped onto the couch as Henry groaned and got to his feet, the genius uncaring since he needed to sort out the TV and apparently, Ray didn't care much either, not when he saw what the kid had retrieved. 

"Hey, give me those eight-volt batteries." He told Henry, holding his hand out impatiently, which earned him a sharp smack on the arm from his sweet girl, who wasn't pleased with how he was behaving. Still, at least he'd shut up now that he had the batteries, which had enough charge to power a goddamn car, so why the soap needed them was beyond her. Henry hand them over, ignoring the mild ache in his side from where he'd hit the tiles since it was useless whining. "Yeah, sure, here."

"Uh, what do you need eight-volt batteries for?" Charlotte asked. She hadn't heard this story before and therefore, wasn't in the know, but she guessed that it had something to do with why Ray kept batting his eyelashes at (y/n) and why he was buttering her up constantly, more than usual anyway. He only did that when she was slightly annoyed by one of his antics and wanted to get back into her good books, so it had to be something to do with this, otherwise, she wouldn't be eyeing the batteries with such disdain.

"For my vibrating soap," Ray responded simply, holding the bar up so she could see it and the slot where the batteries were meant to fit into. Okay, that confused the teen for so many reasons that her brain short-circuited and she struggled to comprehend why he'd feel the need to buy that, so she could see why her friend was kinda pissed off. "But why would you need—ugh, never mind."

"Don't ask, he won't even explain it to me, the big dumb, doofus," (y/n) told the girl, shaking her head fondly at her silly boyfriend and his expression softened too when he saw how she wasn't mad, more amused at his ridiculous purchase, but his eyes turned hard suddenly, the minute his gaze returned to the batteries and he realised something dreadful. "Ah, dark nougat!"

"Sup?" Henry questioned, wondering why he was getting so pissy when his girlfriend was the one smiling at him. Normally, he couldn't get happier with her around, especially when she was healthy and happy too, but he wasn't cheerful right now, he was grumpy again and everyone knew about it when he started kicking off. 

"These are seven-volt batteries! These won't make soap vibrate!" Ray snapped, throwing the useless packet on the ground since they couldn't power his soap. Honestly, he was such a child, and (y/n) rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was being, strolling over to pick up the batteries from the floor since she hated a mess and knew that he would be in no mood to pick them up after getting so excited, only to be ultimately disappointed. Henry looked at his boss awkwardly, praying for support from the woman since he liked her the most, but she wasn't paying attention, so he had to stutter an apology instead. "Sorry, I thought they w—"

"Jasper, are you upstairs?" Ray interrupted him, picking up the radio on the supercomputer's control panel that allowed him to contact the boy in Junk-N-Stuff and he spoke as he briefly admired the sight of his girlfriend bending over, the ghost of a smirk passing over his face. Henry had failed him, his own sidekick had fallen at the last hurdle and now, he was useless just as much as the batteries he'd brought, so he had to count on someone he rarely counted on, the boy who brought him so much irritation. Jasper.

"Yes, sir!" The boy's cheerful reply quickly as he had very little to do in the store apart from sitting there and helping the occasional customer, so he was always eager to answer anyone's calls. Ray's were special though, Ray's meant that the boss wanted him and Jasper could never resist helping Captain Man, even when he had him doing the dullest, most laborious tasks imaginable, like trudging all the way down and into the dingy storeroom for some batteries.

"Since Henry hates me and wants my soap to be perfectly still..." Ray began, drawing a frustrated protest from the kid he was picking on. 

"Soap doesn't need to move!" Henry argued, and he was right, most people just glide the slippery bar over their bodies (or get their girlfriend to do it for them), so the fact that he was whining about it when it was his dumb idea was infuriating.

"Will you please go down to Storage Facility J and get me a pack of eight-volt batteries." The man requested, moodily tugging his girlfriend onto his knee when she tried to walk away after tucking the seven-volt ones into a drawer. She gave in, cuddling into his chest with a roll of her eyes since he'd just get even worse if she left him hanging and she'd be lying if she said that having his beefy arm cross over her back wasn't comforting. 

Meanwhile, Jasper didn't care about the amount of effort he'd have to put in to go down into the basement and instead, he drew enthusiasm for his task, desperate to please Ray because he was his hero, in every sense of the word. "Aye-aye, Captain!"

"Why you gotta be an embarrassment?" Ray groaned into the radio, hating that nothing he said dismayed the kid or got him to be normal, but Jasper was already gone, running to the elevator so he could find some batteries and carry them to him, much to (y/n)'s relief since she was rather fond of him. She took the radio from Ray's large hand and put it back on the control panel, looking up at his handsome face, which was being marred by his grouchy frown.

"He just wants to make you proud, stop being such a grumpy-pants." She told him quietly and he grunted in response since he knew she was right, but he'd never admit it. Jasper irked him and always would, end of story, nothing could change that, but at least she could stop him frowning, her fingers stroking over his eyebrows so the lines on his forehead disappeared. 

His eyelids fluttered shut and his face leaned into her touch when she pressed a kissed the gap between his formally angry brows, Ray thinking that he'd died and gone to heaven when she trailed her lips down; a kiss pressed to the tip of his nose and then on his lips. It was a peaceful moment, a fleeting moment and it passed all too quickly, the tranquillity shattered when Charlotte, Henry and Schwoz started screaming at the TV.

"Oooh! Look! Dog judge!" The teen girl cried, pointing at the screen when the commercials finally ended and the infamous pouch appeared with the golden title. Upon hearing that one of their favourite shows was finally on, (y/n) hopped out of her boyfriend's hold in a flash and they scooted to the couch, Ray jumping over the back of it ungracefully so he could sit down in the middle. 

Henry groaned at how he kicked and bashed his head as his legs swung over, seeing that it just made more sense for him to briefly stand up so (y/n) could squish in too, more in the man's lap than sat on the cushioned bench, so he was able to sit back down on the end. All five of them huddled in, Ray shifting pulling his girl further into his lap so he could "make room" and tuck his nose behind her ear, his favourite viewing position.

They all giggled as the opening credits rolled, the familiar sound of the voiceover hyping them up as they waited for the fresh scenes, grinning when they finally began rolling. As usual, the Bernese Mountain Dog was upon the Judge's bench, presiding over some dumb case because it was a dumb show, highly entertaining, but very dumb, that's why people liked it, including the Man Cave team.

"There's no way that my client—We interrupt this program for breaking news." What the butt? The first hadn't even finished when a news bulletin fell flashed up on the screen, obviously stating that at some big story had broke, so big that Dog Judge didn't matter and everyone in Swellview had to be told at that very moment, but it still pissed everyone off, drawing jeers from the five in the hideout.

"What?!" "No!" "Jeez!"They exclaimed and rolled their eyes as their excitement was killed, Henry and Charlotte thumping their fists against the leather-backed couch, Schwoz crushing his popcorn in fistfuls and Ray huffing hot air onto (y/n)'s neck as her head lolled against his shoulder. None of them was very happy, but to be fair, this breaking news update was highly important and needing for their attention.

"Hey, I'm Trent Overrunder. Mary is out sick today."

"Uh, I'm right here." The reporting pair started, making (y/n) growl lowly in her throat when she heard the man dismiss his coworker for the millionth time. It really got under her skin how he never failed to humiliate and belittle poor Mary on live television and sometimes, she just wanted to punch him in his stupid face, forcing Ray to peck her cheek to bring her anger back down. He knew how much it irked her, but he didn't want her to get wound up over some dick on the TV, he wasn't worth his sweet girl's attention.

"Breaking news. The Swellview Clocktower is ten seconds fast. Since it's impossible to adjust the clock, Vice Mayor Willard has decided shut down the power in Swellview for exactly ten seconds and then turn it back on." 

"Tick-tock about a great idea," Trent explained whilst Mary did her own weird thing, causing the mouths of everyone listening to drop open. That was a stupid idea, surely, the clock could be adjusted, but at least everyone was getting a warning, no matter how fucking irritating it was. It would be tomorrow or in a few days so that everyone had a chance to make arrangements and plans...right?

"They're shutting down the power to this whole city?!" Charlotte gasped. She had seriously underestimated how dumb the authorities were and she shared the same agitated look with the rest of her friends, who were all equally pissed. That was a lot of hassle and they already had enough of that in their lives; this was just another wonder-plan from the omniscient, omnipotent City Hall.

"We live in this city!" Henry exclaimed too, looking at (y/n) and sharing a frown with her as she slumped against her boyfriend's chest, an attempt to draw comfort from the warmth he seeped through her clothes.

"Now, we wanna give you plenty of warning before the power goes out but we—" Trent tried to tell the city that he knew that something like this needed preparation, but he wasn't important, he wasn't powerful, hell, he wasn't even the president, so he couldn't do anything to stop the power cutting two seconds later, which plunged the entire Man Cave into darkness. 

Silence. It was weird, the Man Cave was never quiet or dark, not even when everyone who lived there had gone to bed; the generators were always running, the computers were always running and because it was a superhero's hideout, the phones were always ringing, not to mention that every machine had at least one light that flickered and illuminated the floors, the walls, everything. 

Nothing had ever seemed so spooky as the lights going out in her home and (y/n) buried her face into Ray's neck, turning in his lap so she could cling to him as she knew that the safest place she could be was in his arms. 

He pulled her against him in a tight hold, silently freaking out for a second too at the unexpected blackout and he hated hearing the tiny whimper that escaped her lips as she kicked away her flight, fight or freeze instincts. 

It was just the dark, nothing to be scared of, not when he was around, although Henry didn't make it any better.

"Argh, argh! What's touching my neck?" The boy groaned, feeling a wisp of air caress the nape of his neck and something wet slide across the exposed skin peeking out from his shirt and the news that he could feel some gremlin breathing on him made (y/n) clutch at Ray's t-shirt even harder. She'd struggled through plenty of horror movies and knew that this was how the poor souls in those movies were picked off, one by one, and the ensuing chuckle made her shriek too, fearing that some mad strangler was amongst them, but no.

"SCHWOZ!" Henry bellowed, recognising the man's accent-heavy laugh and he swear he would've killed him if he could see what he was doing. God, did he lick the back of his neck? What a weirdo and Ray wasn't too pleased either, still trying to calm down his girl, whose nervous personality crawled back over her newfound confidence when robbed of her sight and put in a dark, creepy room.

"Stop it, you're freaking (y/n) out, ya freak!' He snapped, kissing the woman all over her face whilst simultaneously running his hands upon and down her back, two sensations that calmed her racing heart and loosened her grip on his shirt. 

Okay, she was calm now, aided by the fact that the lights flickered back on as quickly as they shut off and their eyes strained under their brightness but it was good to see again. What wasn't so good was that the minute the computer and all its systems rebooted, a very, very, very important alarm began to ring, (y/n), Schwoz and Ray instantly recognising its shrill blare and they didn't need to look at the screen's message to know that they were in deep shit.

"Oh my god!" Ray exclaimed, running to the computer with the genius and girl so they could read the full description and their hearts leapt into their mouths when it read how there had been a failure in Storage Facility J and its containment unit, which meant only one thing and it wasn't good at all.

"Fuck, when the electricity went out, Drex's containment unit lost power!" (y/n) gulped, feeling like she was on the verge of a panic attack when the saw how their greatest enemy's prison had unlocked during the outage, meaning he had regained his thoughts, feelings and the ability to move, and if he could move, then he was wandering around down below, the place where they kept weapons, gadgets, and god knows what else. Her shaking hand slowly felt around for Ray's, their fingertips brushing after a few seconds of wafting around and that's when she found out. His hands were shaking too.

"Drex is free?!" Charlotte cried, causing a thunderbolt of terror to strike all of them as they realised that terrible fact. Ray didn't know what was worse, the thought of having to face him again, the man who knew how to beat him or the thought of his sweet, precious girlfriend being at risk again, haunted by the man who still held an obsessive love for her. 

And that wasn't their only problem, Henry had been mocking him when he went down to get the batteries, in fact, anytime anyone went in there, they laughed at his face and jeered, so he was probably on the raging warpath right now, which added to their panic. Wait, batteries...

"But dude, you sent Jasper down there to get batteries for your dumb vibrating soap!" Henry remembered, and everyone tensed. Oh god, the kid was alone with Drex, the madman, the brute and god forbid, he remembered how Jasper had tricked him last time because otherwise, he'd be dead already, something Ray's conscience couldn't handle.

"Well, I had to cause you got the wrong batteries!" He hissed back, lashing out even though he didn't mean to. He knew that Jasper would have never ventured down there if he hadn't asked him to and if he got hurt, well, that was on him.

"Why would anyone want their soap to vibrate?!" Henry pressed on, uncaring that they were wasting precious seconds and pointing the finger of blame when there really was no need.

"It tells my body dirt that I mean business!"

"GUYS! We need to go help Jasper before that asshole hurts one hair on his curl-less head!" (y/n) yelled, stopping the argument there as she willed her body to keep its tears to itself. 

This was no time for crying, a helpless boy needed their help and Ray and Henry quickly agreed, the former grabbing onto her hand even tighter so they could sprint over to the tubes together. Honestly, he didn't want her to go down with him, terrified that Drex would focus on her and break his heart by harming her, but she'd just refuse. She knew that he'd never let her get hurt by that dick and if anything did happen, her superpower could more than make up for it, so she was staying by his side, for better or worse.

"Down the tube!" They all yelled once they'd skidded onto the tube pads and slapped their belt buckles, (y/n) wrapping her arms around her boyfriend's waist as they squeezed in together. It was weird being sucked down, they were usually going up and out to save someone's life, but this time, they were heading down into the darkness and facing the unknown. 

~

Down in the storage unit, Drex was doing a number on Jasper, duct-taping his entire body into one long, sticky cocoon that left him immobile on the floor. A final strip was plastered over his mouth, silencing his protests since they were endlessly annoying to the supervillain, who just wanted to use him against his old buddy Ray, that pathetic excuse for a sidekick, Henry Hart and his sweet, little cupcake, (y/n). She'd come crawling back to him when he removed her boyfriend and his heroic adventures from existence, a plan he'd craftily concocted in the few moments he'd been awake, and even if (y/n) didn't see sense and rejoin his side, he'd beat her so hard that she wouldn't have a choice. 

Leaving Jasper to wriggle and mumble against the duct tape, Drex moved onto the next step of his scheme, prising open a locked box full of Captain Man's best blasters, bombs and other weapons that could kill a man, and he quickly started loading up his belt, but not before he did one thing. The true brilliance of it all came together when he grabbed one of the larger guns, which was honestly more like a mini cannon, and he programmed it to fire in less than a minute, tucking it into a shelving unit where no one would find it until it was all too late. He couldn't have Ray following him or, if he did, getting back to the right time, he needed to leave destruction in his wake, so that's exactly what he was gonna do. The Time Jerker's Time Machine, it was just waiting for his rampage.

"Here we go, yeah..." Drex muttered as he punched in the right time coordinates, the time, date, and year etched into his brain so deeply that he didn't even have to think about it. He smirked as the portal illuminated and swirled with blue mist, knowing that this was his door to victory, the evilest way he could tear apart Ray's life and rifle through the leftovers. After all, you can't protect against something that you don't remember happening.

Seconds later, Ray, (y/n) and Henry arrived down the tubes, landing with their fists clenched and their minds ready for a fight since they knew how insane this guy was, but upon seeing his friend, Henry immediately switched priorities. Poor Jasp, he looked so helpless tied up on the floor and he needed to tell Henry about everything Drex had done, the portal, the hidden blaster, but his words just vibrated and dissipated against the tape, making his efforts futile. He wasn't hurt, that was the main thing, so they could focus on Drex, not that it stopped the boy's panic. "Jasper!"

"Oh, look. It's Ray, Henry, and my dear cupcake." The lunatic smirked at how Ray instantly pulled (y/n) and Henry behind his indestructible body, shielding them from anything his ex-best friend could do. He knew that Henry wanted to go and help, he knew that his sweet girl would fine if she got shot, but it was in his instincts to protect them, especially from this blaster-wielding monster. How could he call her that, how could he claim to love her when he was pointing a weapon at her heart? 

"You ain't going nowhere, Drex. There's three of us and one of you." He replied, slowly tiptoeing down the stairs so he could square off against the man. Safety in numbers, right? Three superheroes against one man with a grudge didn't sound so bad and unlike last time, Ray was gonna let them help because he didn't want a box shoved on his head or the sight of his girl stolen from him, but that didn't mean that he let his guard down. That's the one thing you couldn't do against Drex, who didn't take his threats seriously at all.

"Oh, no. Then I guess you have me trapped here." He snivelled in a stupid, sarcastic voice just to get under their skin and he did, especially with Ray and especially when his sick smile turned on the woman in the room, who was trying to keep her breathing normal and her fists from swinging at his irritating face. Why did she love him once? How could she think that asshole was a tender, loving soul who'd keep her safe? "And you, cupcake, I can't wait to taste those lips of yours again or hear you scream my name..." 

"The Time Jerker's Time Portal..." Henry gulped when their enemy leapt across the room to stand next to it, ready to make his jump. Now, they were getting the picture and the fact that he'd turned it on was terrifying, particularly for Ray as he pushed his girl back more, sick to the stomach from Drex's words. No one, specially this guy, got to sinisterly speak to his girlfriend like that, no one got to talk about her honeyed lips or wish to feel them against their own like he did and no one got to subtly threaten her like that, malice hidden under the sexual undertones. What a bastard. "Get away from that thing!"

"Mmmm, no, I don't think I will." Drex jeered, taking delight from their rapidly rising anger and how Captain Man held back the woman who should've been his girlfriend. He internally scoffed at how she was raring to go, pushing against his muscly arm whilst also clutching at his shirt sleeve, which told him that underneath her superpower, confidence and wisdom, she was still the same girl that he bruised and broke all those years ago. Perfect...

"Drex! I swear to god if you don't get away from that thing, I'll—" (y/n) snapped, causing her boyfriend to jerk his head to look at her with panicked eyes, him petrified that her sharp tone would make the villain lose his temper and fire. Ray didn't mind getting blasted, in fact, he'd take the pain on hundred times over if it meant her and Henry would be safe, but he couldn't cope with her being bullied or tortured by her ex, the only man who still haunted her dreams and turned calm nights into episodes filled with screams, sweat-drenched bed sheets, ragged breathing and whispered promises that he couldn't hurt her anymore. He could though, he was standing right there and not afraid to bite back.

"You'll what? You'll hurt me? You'll use that little superpower of yours to stop me? Don't think your boyfriend can protect you, cupcake, don't think I'll ever stop hunting for you and don't think anyone controls me." He screeched, lunging forward just a step to make her flinch and she did. (y/n) gasped at his sudden movement and momentarily shrank into Ray's back, spooked by both his tormenting words and the thought of his cruel hands marring her skin again. Her relapse into fear sparked rage from Ray and Henry, the former feeling his fury rise up at yet more threats, each perfectly calculated to terrorise her girl and the latter, who felt his fists clench when the woman who deserved nothing but good for the kindness she showed every day, was subjected to the jeers of a man who didn't deserve to be in the same room as he, let alone know her on an intimate level.

The boys barked back in angry shouts, jumping to the defence of their beloved (y/n), but their cutting replies were silenced when the tubes dropped again, signalling that more people from upstairs were coming to join the fun; Charlotte and Schwoz.

"Oh, hello, everyone." Schwoz greeted cheerfully. He wasn't feeling that polite or chirpy really, it was just his nervous fear that told him to be nice, a niggling strand of DNA that argued that a disarming smile would soothe a predator and keep him safe, something he could never feel with Drex in the room. He remembered this dick all too well, along with the pain, the fights and the anguish that came with his brief stint in the Man Cave, so it was no surprise that Charlotte froze like a deer in headlights. 

"SHUT UP!" Drex shrieked at the genius, fed up with any niceties, pleasantries or warnings from the three heroes for him and Charlotte to leg it back upstairs where it was mildly safe. "Oh my..." They recoiled at his volume, winced at his harsh tone, but all the same, they walked down the few steps from the tube pads, a show of bravery that was rather admirable as Ray tried to keep the situation under control.

"All right, now..." He started in a soothing voice, trying to somehow dissuade Drex from whatever he was doing or wherever he was going, but it was no use. They were enemies and enemies don't listen to each other, not when the author of your last demise and the woman of your obsessive desires were hidden behind your enemy's back.

"Look's like my ride's here-eh! This has been fun...cupcake, see you...some other time!" Drex smirked at his little pun. He took one last crazed gaze at his former lover, he fell back into the portal and let the blue swirls of time carry him off to the past, much to the terror and shock of the Man Cave team, all of whom were helpless to stop him. "NOOOOO!"

"He got away!" Henry groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration at how they were so close to tugging the villain back into their custody, but he'd evaporated before they could do anything. What were they meant to do now? They couldn't follow him, it was too dangerous, too reckless and too unpredictable, right?

"Not for long!" Ray replied curtly, weighing up the pros and cons in his head before coming to a terrifying yet thrilling conclusion. They couldn't let a scumbag like Drex roam free through time and allow him to terrorise civilians in the past or future, but then again, he also had his companions to think of; his loyal sidekick and best friend, Henry and his dear sweet girl, the one he wanted to marry, (y/n), both of whom had superpowers... Okay, that settled it, against his better instincts, they had no other option and when Charlotte chimed in, his mind was made up. "Yeah, you guys gotta go get him!"

"All right then, I'm game! Let's go kick his ass!" (y/n) exclaimed, stretching and popping her muscles like she was loosening up for a fight and technically, she was. She was following Ray and Henry, no matter what they said and she was fairly sure that Drex wouldn't go down lightly, so they needed all the help they could get.

"Come on, sweet girl, kid, let's go back in time—" Ray started, smirking at how he could use one of his pre-thought of quips for this situation and at how his girl's hand slipped into his and squeezed tightly. He had thought about banning her from following them, arguing that she would be safe in their fortified home whilst he and Henry tracked down Drex, but he knew it would just infuriate and hurt her. 

"To fight some crime!" Henry butted in before his boss could finish the quip, thinking that it was one of those moments where they went fifty-fifty on sharing the coolness, but no. Ray had wanted that one all to himself, a bit like how he wanted to have (y/n) all to himself and for Drex to keep his dirty mitts off her, but Henry couldn't see that, so he just received an angry earful. "You let me finish the rhymes!"

"Sorry!" The boy frowned, wondering at his sudden tetchiness, but he let it go, preferring to focus on the task at hand, finding Drex, hurting Drex, dragging him back to the Man Cave and all the while, not dying. And hey, he'd be tetchy too if his girlfriend was walking into a figurative minefield, so deep down, he knew where Ray was coming from.

"Okay, guys, listen, while we're gone, you need to protect this time portal at all costs...and don't watch Dog Judge without us! I mean it!" (y/n) told Schwoz, Charlotte and Jasper, who was still tied up on the floor, but listening all the same. 

The three nodded solemnly, knowing that the machine was their safety line and their only way back home once they took the plunge and dived in, so they were gonna swear to her; the portal would be kept safe. With their promises made, Ray, Henry and (y/n) turned to the portal with serious eyes, thumping hearts and a burning determination to bring back their escaped prisoner.

Henry dived in first, taking the first step unto the breach as he seized his bravery with both hands and thought 'fuck it'. You only live once and if he died jumping through a time machine, then so be it, he knew that he will have died for the greater good. 

Ray and (y/n) were up next, still clutching at each other's hands so they would leap alone and the woman took a step forward, determined to follow on from the boy straight after his feet disappeared, but a tight hold tugged her back.

"Hey...I love you." Ray whispered, unable to keep the words in despite the peril and pressure surrounding them. They had no idea what they were about to face or what was on the other side and the idea of not being able to say again if something went wrong; he just had to tell her one last time, let her know that he still and always would love her, like he had for years, more than Drex ever could.

"I love you too...always." She smiled back, connecting their lips for a brief moment, a silent vow between them that they were going in together and no matter what happened, their love was eternal and there was nothing Drex could do to tear them apart.

She pulled back, stroking her fingertips from his cheekbone to his jaw with a soft smile, wondering at how she'd managed to find a man like him to piece her back together after breaking under his former sidekick's cruelty and he kissed her knuckles. 

Breathing deeply, they started running, their footsteps and heartbeats in tandem as the blue mist consumed them together, their bodies tumbling into the unknown and wherever Drex would lead them. If only they knew that seconds after they drifted through the vortex, the door behind them slammed shut.

~In the Past~

Henry, Ray and (y/n) blinked as they landed in a completely new time, their heads spinning and their tummies clenching from how it felt like they'd been shoved in a blender and taken on a merry-go-round. They vaguely heard shocked gasps around them as they came too, including a small boy asking how they had been able to magically appear out of thin air and then they noticed. The time machine had worked.

Upon hearing the boy's voice, the three took a look at their surroundings, absorbing the sights, smells and noises of what appeared to be some kind of fair or festival. There was the peculiar aroma of popcorn mixing with hot dogs, numerous caravans and stall chocked full of games, gizmos and snacks and plenty of people around wearing a variety of clothes, none of which definitively told them what era they were in. 

There was the boy and his mother, who looked vaguely modern and then a man and a woman next to them, both panicking about their sudden apparition in all of their nineteen-twenties flapper gear. "They're witches! Witches, I tell ya!"

"Uhhhh, okay... All right, we're not witches." Ray chuckled awkwardly at the man's strange, dramatic reaction and calmly held out his hands to signal to him that they weren't gonna hex him or something. Henry quickly nodded and reiterated the point, still struggling to get his head around the past five seconds and how he was stood in a different place, in a different time and yet, something felt familiar, he just couldn't work out what.

"I mean, they're guys, so...if anyone's a witch, it's me...not that I am! I am witchless, witch-free, I have a fear of cauldrons and black cats and...why are you holding that whistle?" (y/n) stammered nervously, her attempt to diffuse the situation falling flat when the man took a silver whistle from his pocket and blew a long, sharp note. Well, that didn't sound good. "Security! We got witches! Witches!..."

"Come on, guys, we gotta go find Drex." Ray ignored the screams, preferring to focus on what they'd set out to do. That guy was probably just a nut and they didn't have time for his mindless accusations, so he merely tugged his sweet girl away with Henry following closely. There was one slight problem though, they still had no idea where they'd landed or if it had even worked properly, something that troubled the boy. "Wait, dude...where are we? The future or the past?"

"I don't know...uh, let's see. Look's like the nineteen-fifties." Ray answered, looking around until his eyes settled on a secluded corner where there was a diner, neon lights and post-war attire. 

The massive sign saying "nineteen-fifties" was a huge giveaway too, so he reasoned that they'd gone back seventy years, but things were much much complicated than that. Taking a look for himself, Henry came to a much different conclusion when he saw a doughnut stall with a seventies theme; discos, flares and the colour brown. Okay, what the hell was going on? Two eras together? 

"Uh, no, looks like the nineteen-seventies."

"Yeah, I've got the nineteen-sixties over here." (y/n) poked them and gestured to another area, where yet again there was a striking difference in the fashion again. There was a kooky Beetle car, flower-power splashed on pretty much everything, not to mention the peace and love that permeated from all the hippies about the place. Three decades standing side by side was weird and for the guy who was having a really bad day and a stressful time generally, it was all too much. "Oh my god, what's going on?! Sweet girl, what's going on?!"

"Fod Fest." A gentle, warm voice came from behind (y/n)'s shoulder as her boyfriend shook in her arms, muscles quivering from the pressure of it all. Her fingers slid into his hair as he pressed her face into her neck, her usual routine for keeping him calm kicking into action just as a polite, young man came over and greeted them. He was smiling brightly, not at all phased by Ray's outburst or how the woman in his arms was snuggling up to him. 

His girlfriend had cotton candy, he had a bag of popcorn, so it was safe to assume they were friendlies, but something about them was odd and (y/n) could swear that they had some quality or feature that she knew but hadn't felt for nearly thirty years. Still, the guy's words were perplexing, especially when you've just taken a tumble through a time portal, so blinded by his confusion and the need to stay out of trouble, Ray took his words as a literal greeting, like namaste or aloha.

"Uh, Fod Fest to you too." "Good Fod Fest. " Ray and Henry replied, ensuring that they bowed and held their hands together in a prayer-like manner. They didn't want to upset these people, they obviously had some deep-rooted, spiritual traditions and who were they to not follow suit? It was a well-meant gesture made with the best of intentions, but from the frowning of the dude and how his girlfriend shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the other, it looked like they'd said something weird.

"No, today's Fod Fest. The Festival of Decades." The man explained and suddenly, everything made sense. It was fine, they hadn't broken the space-time continuum, they hadn't accidentally ripped holes into the fabric of time and blended the decades together, it was meant to be like this. Well, that was a huge relief and now that she thought about it, the name began to ring a bell in (y/n)'s head, something she'd seen on a blog about Swellview's history.

"Oh, right, I think I've heard of that. It got cancelled in the early two-thousands, but let's not get into something that hasn't happened yet." She laughed breathlessly, quickly shutting up when she realised that she was sounding crazy by talking about the future, well, what she assumed would be the future. If Fod Fest ended, then they had to be in the past, right? The only question was when...

"Okay, and, uh... so what year is it actually?" Henry asked, struggling to say it without sounding as weird as the young woman had, but e couldn't pull it off either, not without sounding strained squeaky.  "Yeah, I mean, what year is it, like, right now?"

"It's nineteen-eighty-nine." The man told them slowly, wondering if they were safe to wander around the festival by themselves or whether he should take them to the lost and found tent. He just had to talk to the crazy ones who didn't know what year it was, typical. Still, they seemed happy with the news, especially the kid, whose eyes went wide along with his smile when he heard that he was living in a moment fifteen years before his birth.

"Eighty-nine! It's nineteen-eighty-nine! I loved it now! It's a good year that we're in..."

"I know it's nineteen-eighty-nine, man! I loved it! I love being here...in the moment."

"Whoa, great year! I'm two years old, that's not weird at all! Great year though, really love it, man!" The three babbled together, letting the excitement sink in. Wow, Henry hadn't even been born yet and Ray and (y/n) were still children, well, one was a child, the other was a toddler and they were all geeking out about it and not just about that. 

As children of the eighties, Ray and (y/n) were strong defenders of the opinion that things were better back then from the music, to the TV shows and to those golden days of their youth, so to be reliving that experience was mind-blowing and their hands excitedly squeezed together.

"Now, go on. Get out of here." "Yeah, we got all we need from you." The boys' smiles dropped when the mission's seriousness came creeping back in and they quickly dismissed the friendly couple, who walked off gossiping about how rude and strange they were.

"So, it's nineteen-eighty-nine and we have no idea..."

"Holy shit, look, he's there!" (y/n) gasped when her eyes flashed over the crowd scurrying around the festival and landed on the black bandana-blond hair combo that belonged to her ex-boyfriend. Ray's arm immediately curled around her waist, forgoing holding her hand since it wouldn't be enough to protect her if something went wrong and he growled at the sight of his former sidekick. 

Drex had bought a snow cone for himself and was moodily crunching away at the flavoured ice as he observed his surroundings, thankfully not spotting them in the crowd. Good, they wanted the element of surprise, but it would be difficult when a six-foot, hulking man was ready to rip his throat out without a second thought, his blood burning in his veins for every second of pain he'd inflicted on his sweet girl. "Drex!"

"How dare he buy a scone cone...here...in the past!" Ray hissed, feeling (y/n) lay her hand on his chest so he'd stay back, not just for their surprise attack but also because she valued his safety just as much as he valued hers. Everyone always seemed to forget that Drex matched or hell, sometimes surpassed his fighting prowess and had been known to leave Captain Man for dead when they fell out, so to let him charge in clingy would be stupid, like a lamb to the slaughter.

"Jerk..." Henry grumbled too, feeling the urge to jump the guy and punch his face until it bled, but again, the voice of reason kept him back. (y/n) saw that they were ready to charge and honestly, she wanted nothing more than to hurt the man who'd hurt her for so long too, but they didn't even have a plan, they weren't even in uniform for god's sake, she just wanted something to aim for before they went for it. "Let's go get him."

"Okay, okay, let's think about this first! We can't just storm in and starting punching, we're in the middle of—" She scolded them, struggling to stop them from marching forward since she was a lone woman and they were two, strong guys, both more than capable of simply taking an arm each and lifting her so she had no choice but to follow them. Her toes dragged along the floor as they steamed forward, ignoring any wise protests of how they should work out a plan of attack first and decided whether to pincer first and punch later or vice versa, but (y/n) didn't need to worry. She nor Drex were gonna be the ones to stop the bloodshed before it began, that would be up to the crazy witch man.

"That's them! There they are! Look, there they are, right there. Them's the witches!" He tattletaled to two security officers, pointing at the boys who had their fellow "witch" still tucked under the arms with her feet swinging and they quickly released her when the officers looked them up and down. Shit, why was nothing ever simple? (y/n) turned around, straightening out her shirt, and glared at her boyfriend, who she saw as the ringleader in their little scheme, before moving on to the guys in blue. She didn't remember people being this crazy and could swear that the notion of warty women with black, pointy hats and green skin had been left in the Middle Ages. "That true? You guys witches?"

"No!" Henry denied it immediately, looking at the security officers like they were in a sane and they were sort of, anyone who'd believe that stripe-wearing loonie had to be. Okay, yeah, it was a bit weird that they'd come out of nowhere but there would be a reasonable explanation once they thought of one, not that it would convince these two. "This guy says you're witches."

"Yeah, well, he's an idiot." (y/n) told them, gesturing to the man's cheerful, twenties clothes and dorky face with a limp hand and bored expression. He stepped forward with a mean glare, not appreciating the witch's insult, but he daren't move any closer, not when she could curse him at any moment or set her fucking-huge warlock boyfriend on him at the snap of her fingers. No, he'd sit this one out and let the officers do their job.

"Hey, uh, look, we will explain the thing right behind those berry bushes," Ray told them, gesturing to the thick shrubbery a few metres away whilst also winking at Henry and squeezing his girl's hip. The "discussion" would be real fun and quite brief if he had anything to do with it, especially since these two looked like they ate doughnuts and sat on their asses for a living. They'd be far away enough to take them quickly, quietly and without too much mess, then they could get back to finding Drex before he sloped off and luckily, they fell for it. "Okay, let's go talk behind the bushes."

"Okay, let's go." Henry smiled at the men as they were led away into the leafy, green foliage, Ray and (y/n) rambling about how they loathed witches, had never met any and certainly weren't members of a coven. They climb into the heart of the bushes until they were satisfied that no one could see anything and that's when the fists started flying.

As (y/n) kept watch, Henry and Ray swung punches at the unsuspecting security officers, who quickly collapsed into unconsciousness and settled on the damp, mossy earth. They'd be fine, sleeping peacefully with nothing but a mere scuffle and the rustling of branches to tell anyone looking that something had gone down there and the boys walked away feeling proud, one more than the other. Ray saw the way his girl admired his physique and stature when he fought as himself, a rare sight, and strutted like a peacock as they emerged from the bushes, his hand settled in the small of her back.

"All right, now, come on. We gotta take care of—uh-oh." He told them seriously, (y/n) shuddering at his commanding, baritone voice and his piercing eyes looked over to the snow cone vendor, only to see that their target had gone, wandered off to god knows where. Shit on it.

"Where's Drex?" Henry exclaimed, his head snapping from left to right as scoured the exhibits and doohickey stalls for any sign of the big lug, but he came up with nothing; no bandana, no weird, kung-fu tunic, no belt stuffed full of weapons, nada. Whether he'd seen the skirmish and legged it or just decided to move on, they didn't know, but now they had no way of guessing his next move.

"Security. All security to the berry bush area." An announcement suddenly came over the tannoy and Henry groaned at the sound of more guards coming their way. Great, they'd taken two out and now the whole damn pack was coming, meaning they were about to become vastly outnumbered. Fod Fest was becoming inhospitable for them and with their modern clothes on, they stuck out like sore thumbs, prompting (y/n) to grow breathless as she held onto Ray's forearm.

"Ray, we need to get out of here." She said, her voice panicked but still level and he understood her urgency. Getting locked up in nineteen-eighty-nine would be no good for them and it's not like he could whip out a Captain Man get-out-of-jail-free card and pull some strings; his fame hadn't been generated yet, so a hasty exit was there only retreat, even if Henry wanted to stay and sniff out their enemy. "What about Drex?!"

"We'll get Drex later, let's go!" He snapped, grabbing his girlfriend's hand again so he could lead her out of danger, which was fast approaching as every security guard in the area hunted them down. He knew that Henry didn't get it, he knew that he was desperate to find that guy and lock him back up, he was too, but he was also desperate to keep his sweet girl safe, something he wouldn't be able to do if they were separated into different cells of the county jailhouse. 

"Go? Go where? Dude, it's nineteen-eighty-nine, we have no idea wh—" Henry snarled back, his fear running his mouth as he argued with his boss. They were wasting precious seconds, but he did have a point. They didn't have any friends in this time, no Man Cave, no Jasper, no Charlotte, hell, they didn't even have the proper technology, so where did he expect them to go? His mom and dad probably hadn't even met yet, (y/n)'s family weren't from Swellview, Ray hated seeing his father, so who was left?

"Wait, shut up for a second. I know exactly who we can go to. If my memory is correct and it usually is, we can go to—" (y/n) butted in, her synapses connecting in one perfect moment of memory-powered brilliance, which left her with an idea. There was one guy left in Swellview who'd be old enough to help them out and if he was still the same genius as he was in the future, then he'd be easy enough to convince that time travel is real. They just had to pray that she had her dates right and that Henry focused long enough for them to get there. "Oh my god!"

"What?" The couple asked, wondering what had prompted such a strong reaction from him and they turned to see what was so horrifying behind their backs. It wasn't a cute girl, someone he knew or Drex eating another snow cone, it was just a woman, talking on a very old-fashioned phone and minding her own business. Ah, jeez.

"Look how big phones were in the eighties." He breathed out in horror and shock, feeling the weight of the device in his hands. It dwarfed his PearPhone and he couldn't help but giggle at how lame society used to be, much to the annoyance of both the woman he'd snatched it from and Ray and (y/n), who couldn't believe what a millennial he was. Ugh, kids are so annoying, technology used to be bad, big deal, everything has to start from somewhere. 

"Dang it, Henry!" Ray growled and grabbed the phone from his hands, throwing it with all his might so it smashed through a car window. The owner gasped and ran to see if her phone was okay, which it probably was since it was an actual brick, and (y/n) shoved the boys towards the exit before more police could rock up. God, it was like being on vacation with two irritating children and she was the tired parent ferrying them around and watching for danger, which, when hunting Drex, was around every corner.

~Swellview Tech University~

"I'm telling you, Ray. He's here." (y/n) told her boyfriend as they navigated through the halls of the old uni campus in Swellview. By the time (y/n) attended, it had moved into a much grander, more modern building, but she wasn't there to see her old teachers or take another class on the thermodynamics, she had dragged her friends there to see a student, who she swore attended STU in the late eighties. 

"I trust you, sweet girl. I think it's the corridor on the right." The man replied as he studied the map they'd been given at the information desk, some room details scribbled down on the top corner. After jogging his memory, Ray vaguely remembered being told that their friend studied there too and had been the one to slyly ask for the room number whilst (y/n) stood with Henry and kept him away from all the college girls walking around. He had to be reminded that although they might've seemed young, they were all old enough to be his mom in their proper time, a fact that made him shudder and back off for a bit, although he still admired a few from afar. 

They headed down another crowed hallway, dodging the jocks, who checked out the hot lady walking past, the geeks, who had their noses buried in science books (the story of (y/n)'s life), the plastics, who walked around in hoards with their Chanel heels and everyone else in between, who filtered in and out of the smelly dorm rooms. College never changed and for Ray, it was a new experience, for Henry, it was a thrilling promise of what was to come and for (y/n), it was a rush of memories from a time when she thought she knew everything but had yet to live in the real world. 

"In college, dorm room life, am I right? What's up, bro? Awesome, awesome!" "Nineteen-eighty-nine! Hey, freshman fifteen? No shame in that!" The boys grinned as they rambled at the students, who just moved on to their next lesson or just anywhere that didn't involve any weirdos talking to them and (y/n) rolled her eyes as they reached what they thought was the right door. Okay, if she and Ray were right, then all their hopes were behind that door, culminating in one guy, who was still a stranger to them and yet they knew nearly everything about him.

"Okay, it looks like this is his dorm room, so you two be cool and don't freak out." The woman told them, mainly looking at her boyfriend since he was known to be the one to freak out, but he was fine, perfectly calm. He had her by his side, he wasn't nervous and besides, this guy was one of his closest friends, in the future anyway, it would be fine. Henry was the one to look out for, he didn't even know who they were about to meet.

"I'm always cool...except for when you guys do that!" Henry mumbled, only to look at his companions and pull a face when he realised that Ray had pulled his girlfriend into a soft kiss, not for any particular reason, just because he felt like it, not that it made the kid feel any better. His lips curled in disgust as they lingered and smiled into the kiss, fully aware that he got all squeamish when they showed each other affection and deliberately moved against each other just to hear him groan. Aw, he was cute when flustered, but they had to pull away when he knocked on the door, a move calculated to break them apart and it worked, the whiteboard falling from the panel meant they had to. Meanie.

"What? I haven't kissed him for nearly an hour, what do you expect me to do when he's stood there looking all cute?" (y/n) giggled when their noses brushed together as they pulled away, returning to a respectable, standing position as they heard some shuffling come from behind the door and some heavy footsteps scurrying towards it. Ray chuckled at her words, feeling his heart clench at how she called him cute and irresistible and was unable to stop himself when his lips dropped to kiss the top of her head, one last show of love to tide them over as the door finally opened.

"Yeah, what do you guys need?" A moody, grubby youth came out of the room and holy shit, it was Schwoz! But not the Schwoz they knew and loved, no, young Schwoz had hair all over his head, no bald shine, and it fell in silky waves down to his shoulders. His fashion was wildly different too; gone were the bright shirts and overalls he normally teamed and they'd been replaced with grungy jeans, a long-sleeved white tee and a navy plaid shirt thrown over for a splash of style, not forgetting his earrings. He had that attitude of a student struggling through college and yet, (y/n) knew that he must've been one of the best on-campus judging by the sheet of complex equations written on the notebook tucked under his arm. God, it was good to see a familiar face, even if he looked them up and down with disgust.

"Schwoz!" Henry grinned as they saw him, struggling to keep in his chuckles at the sight of the genius in his youth, the hair being the funniest part, and even Ray couldn't withhold a laugh. He just knew that Schwoz used to study here, he had no idea what he looked like, he just knew the man who started working for him in the early two-thousands. "Uh, nice...nice hair..."

"How do you know my name?" Schwoz asked the kid, studying his face for a moment before deciding that they had met...yet. The thing was though, he looked at him with such familiarity and warmth in his smile, it was like the kid knew him like an old friend.

"Because I—uh, look. Can we come in for a second?" Ray stopped himself before he said anything weird, remembering that this Schwoz didn't know him, this Schwoz wasn't the man who answered his every beck and call, this Schwoz would freak out if he started rambling about how they'd come from the future for his help. They'd have to handle this delicately and behind closed doors, nowhere near the gossiping kids that littered the hallways around them.

"Yeah, I have a question about time dependence in quantum mechanics and someone told me that you can help me." (y/n) lied, smiling sweetly as Ray's arm slinked around her waist and soothingly stroked her hipbone. He had no idea what she was talking about, knowing nothing about the nerdy science stuffy that she and Schwoz debated, but it seemed to make sense to the little guy, who nodded to and fro for a few seconds before responding.

"I don't know you guys. You can go talk to Professor Miller, he'll explain it." He dismissed them, shuffling nervously at the thought of letting three unknown people into the place where he ate, slept and studied. They looked friendly, but he was too wise to let that blind him, this was a uni campus, he knew all too well how cruel some students were. He was no teacher, despite understanding the concept, and even though the girl was really pretty, he was too shy...

"Okay, well, I want to hear it from you so, we're just gonna come in here." (y/n) muttered as she pushed Schwoz backwards a bit and left Henry and Ray to forcefully take his arms so they could drag him into his room, Ray taking over when the little man started to struggle. Henry and (y/n) checked to see if anyone had seen and it looked like they hadn't since no one moved to rush over and help, allowing them to quickly duck in and slam the door shut.

~

So, it turns out that it's quite tricky to convince someone that you've travelled thirty years to the past through a criminal's time portal because you're looking for another criminal. Ray, Henry and (y/n) had drilled it into Schwoz a million times, retelling their backstory, the buildup to the problem and their journey over and over again just to get him to believe them, but each time he just scoffed and laughed in their faces. He claimed that they were pulling his leg and talking out of their asses and since they had no proof, all the three heroes could do was go around in circles.

"It's true!" "We're from the future!" Ray and Henry exclaimed as they said the same phrase again to Schwoz, who just chuckled as he sat in a big, comfy chair that was just one curiosity in his dorm room. It wasn't particularly clean, but then again it was a guy's room so no surprises there, and it was strewn with laundry, research papers and random crap that all screamed Schwoz. "Poppycock!" 

"Look, I know that it's hard to believe, but in the future, we're all friends!" (y/n) told him energetically, trying to inspire some belief in him whilst also making sure that she didn't say anything too strange. How could she tell him that they were science buddies, mechanic pals and engineering chums? They spent long hours soldering through the nights, afternoons repairing circuit boards and mornings arguing over which equation was better for which problem. He was the first person who knew how she felt about Ray, the one who had coached her all the way and then some more when he returned after that argument. He didn't know it, but he was one of her best friends and it was infuriating that she couldn't let him know that.

"Uh, coworkers." Ray corrected her awkwardly, not feeling the same rush of affection for the small dude as she did, well, he wouldn't admit that he did. Yeah, yeah, Schwoz was great and he'd be nothing without him, but he didn't have to know that. He just had to trust them. "But we know everything about you."

"Okay, then. Uh...what's my favourite schnack?" Schwoz asked, wanting to determine if they were telling the truth or not and only the people closest to him could answer these questions. He wasn't the most outgoing guy and only revealed his private thoughts, feelings and quirks to those he felt comfortable around, ergo, his future self must've shared some personal stuff if these three were his friends.

"Worms." Ray and (y/n) replied immediately, their voices overlapping since they both knew the answer like it was obvious. On numerous occasions, they'd come down from the sprocket and seen the genius slurping up something dark, slimy and stringy, scolding him when they realised that he was eating those vile, tinned worms from his homeland. It irked them, but that was Schwoz, the most irritating little bastard around.

"Okay, uh...what's my sister's name?" He asked next. He loved her but was equally embarrassed by his horselike sister and so he wasn't quick to talk about her with many people.

"Winnie." (y/n) answered quickly, having many "fond" memories of the woman who galloped around her home, whinnying and braying as she munched on sugar cubes, carrots and polo mints. The way she bolted when spooked or slept standing up, not forgetting how she always found a way to stagger in when she and Ray were being...friendly. God, that fucking laugh, those bucked teeth, they always ruined her hopes of getting fu... "And what does she look like?"

"A horse," Henry answered, also familiar with Winnie and all of her wonderful antics and he didn't even need to look to see Ray prickling as he loomed over his girlfriend. She unnerved him and whilst he tolerated her visiting the Man Cave, he always became cranky when she was around, possibly because he wasn't able to get any.

"Okay...what do I have on my bottom?" Schwoz smirked as he gave them the most challenging question of all, one that only a handful of people knew and they were all family. It was a bit weird that they knew about his favourite food and his sister, but that could've been just a miraculous coincidence, they had to pass this final test.

"A birthmark." Ray rolled his eyes, having known that it would come down to this and he resisted the urge to cover his sweet, innocent girlfriend's ears to protect her from such an image. Ugh, Schwoz's ass, not a topic for a lady's ears, but she'd heard it all before, the marks on his butt being a source of pride for the man since they had several peculiar features that told a funny story. "In the shape of?"

"Florida," Henry replied, feeling equally grossed out by the topic and he didn't have a girlfriend to hug away the disgust with, so he just stuck to folding his arms across his torso, much like how Ray had his draped over (y/n)'s shoulders so he could secure her back against his chest. At least he had her to sweeten the situation, even if the room did smell weird like old feet and boiled cabbage. "Which is next to?"

"A mole." (y/n) sighed, momentarily letting her head drop back against Ray's pec before she straightened so she could stay focused. It's not like she wanted to be reminded about the mole or the birthmark, but if it got him to believe them then she could deal with it as long as she got another kiss afterwards. Kisses were good, she liked kisses. "In the shape of?"

"Japan! You have a really weird ass, end of story!" She carried on, sending the man into a mind-boggled state as he was now fully convinced that they were who they said they were and it confirmed his suspicions about so many theories and possibilities. 

"AYYYY! You guys, you really are from the future!" The genius exclaimed, stroking at their faces and hugging their bodies to him slightly as if he couldn't believe they had come from a different era, something which was really awkward since (y/n) and Ray were already in a half-hug and Henry was a moody teen and allergic to most physical affection. 

"Get off, she's my girlfriend! We told you!" Ray exclaimed, protectively curling his girl against his body when Schwoz tried to rub her cheeks to see if her particle matter was any different than his. Of course, it wasn't, she was physically fine and Ray was the only one who could pat her down like that, plus it was Schwoz, the guy who irritated the hell out of him. Either way, he knew who they were now and was gonna let them crash with him until they figured everything out, which was easier said than done.

~Half an hour later~

Well, this sucked. It had been ages since Schwoz's big test and yet, the three superheroes were nowhere near guessing where Drex was. They'd bounced ideas back and forth, coming up with wild ideas and impossible scenarios, but nothing stuck because they had no proof or methods of confirming them. So, they were left with one solution; steam some tighty-whities, sit and mope, or pace and worry.

Schwoz took the first option, deciding to finally do some laundry since he had guests over and his underwear was full of wrinkles, Henry took the second and sat quietly at the side of the room where he could gather his thoughts and Ray, well, he was running with the third, almost creating a groove in the floor as he retold the story of Drex with a soda in his hand. (y/n) was sort of doing the last one, only she was more concerned for him and the way he was gonna have a heart attack if he didn't calm down.

"And then what happened?" Schwoz asked as he steamed the underwear on the washing line that stretched across the room. (y/n) stood still, observing her boyfriend as he was reminded of the whole disaster yet again and buried deeper into his anxiety, her eyes flickering to the way his fingers were bending the aluminium can as they clenched.

"And then, Drex jumped into the time portal, so Henry, (y/n) and I followed him through and that's how we got here in nineteen-eighty-nine." He finished the story and by the look of amazed satisfaction on Schwoz's face, it was a perfect ending for an epic tale. He couldn't believe that his future self was embroiled with so much adventure and danger with a superhero and his sidekicks no less...he loved it.

"Hey, I have a question for Schwoz," Henry said as Ray took a long swing of his grasp soda, giving (y/n) an opportunity to cross the room and shyly get close to him whilst Henry turned to look at the genius. 

"Yes?"

"What are you doing to your underwear, dude?" The boy questioned, knowing what he was literally doing to them since he had eyes and was looking right at him, his query was more about the why, which Schwoz didn't guess, so he just stated the obvious. "I'm steaming them."

"But why?" Ray muttered to himself, sharply turning again so he could lean his arm on the wall, this time spotting that his dear, sweet girl was tiptoeing towards him as he lost himself in thought.

"To get the wrinkles out," Schwoz replied, thinking that he was the recipient of the aloof question. What? He liked to have soft, tidy underwear and whilst his roommate thought he was weird, he enjoyed making everything neat, not that you'd get that idea from the state of his dorm. 

Ray growled at his naive stupidity, spinning around harshly to bark out his frustration. "Not that, Schwoz! I'm not talking about your college panties! We gotta know why Drex came here to nineteen-eighty-nine!"

"Hey, calm down, we'll figure it out, okay? We're here with you, doofus, and whatever he's up to, we'll figure it out together." (y/n) was quick to put her hands on his cheek and chest when he started snapping and throwing the tighty-whities around the room in a fit of frustrated emotion, which Schwoz wasn't used to yet. He didn't know what his future boss could be like and neither did he know that it was usually his girlfriend who was the one bringing him back down to Earth, so he just muttered grumpily when their lips brushed together to ease the hero's mind.

"Maybe he just picked a random time and place," Henry noted, breaking the couple apart before they could get carried away. He didn't know Drex as they did, so he just assumed that he'd seen his chance to get away and took it, diving in after setting the coordinates to take him anywhere that could take him away from Captain Man, but that was a foolish belief and so not the villain's style. He played unfairly, calculated and planned every move whilst leaving nothing to chance.

"No, we know Drex. He doesn't do something without thinking about it first and he always moves to hurt Ray and get to me, so he must've picked this year for a reason." (y/n) sighed, leaving Ray's hold so she could look at the kid as he drank from his lemon-lime soda and made naive guesses. He understood what she was saying and knew that if anyone would know about the guy, it would be those two and he knew some stuff too, like how much he liked inflicting pain and how he'd spent years planning his revenge. She was right, randomness was too easy, so now, they had a connection, a lead and all they had to do was follow it - easier said than done.

"There's gotta be something about today," Ray stressed, putting his large, warm hand on his girl's shoulder and kneading at the tense muscles he found there. He wished he could do more to make her feel better and knew that his stress was rubbing off on her, but he couldn't relax and therefore, she couldn't either, not when they had a problem like this.

As they struggled to think of anything, there was a soft knock at the door, stealing them from their brainstorm when a smart-looking man with a clipboard appeared and a bored child stomped behind him.

"Hey, Schwoz. Everything okay in here?" The man asked, smiling at the genius who didn't seem to be stressed or freaked out about his sudden appearance and a quick glance at his badge told (y/n) that he was part of the campus staff and not a threat. She joined Ray when he stood beside Henry and let her head fall against his arm as they both folded their arms and tried to look as normal as possible. Just four friends hanging out, nothing to see here...

"Yeah, I am just steaming my underpants," Schwoz told him, returning to his work to make it look like they weren't discussing the work of a supervillain and the man bought it because he steamed underwear a lot. That, and Schwoz was one of the weirder students he checked on, so nothing he could be doing would surprise him, not even the presence of two adults and a teenager in his room. Just Schwoz things... "Ah, smart."

"Uh, guys, this is my friend, Yim, from campus security." The little man introduced the new one, who gave a little wave to the strangers as his son tiredly sucked on a lollipop and let his eyes drift around the room. It was never fun going into your parent's workplace, especially when that workplace was a smelly, dirty, university accommodation block, stuffed to the brim with rude college students. Also, what was his name again?

"Yim?"

"'Sup, Yim?"

"Let me guess, Yim is not your name." The three heroes greeted him, each taking on their own views for how Schwoz said his name. Ray was mildly confused, Henry just straight-up didn't care and (y/n) suspected that the genius' accent was wreaking havoc again, particularly when his eye twitched at the sound like it pecked away at his restraint.

"It's Jim. I'm Jim." He smiled, pointing to his name badge to let them know that he had a very normal name and he wasn't the oddball, Schwoz was. Ugh, couldn't this guy go away? (y/n) was getting bored and was tempted to close her eyes as she leaned against her boyfriend, but refrained since she knew that it was rude, so she just settled for looking up at him and admiring his sharp jawline, striking blue eyes and the way his soft, fucking kissable lips were pressed into a thin line.

"So, Yim, who is—" Schwoz pointed his steam at the boy next to the campus helper and the man turned to look at the child, acting as though he'd forgotten all about him. No wonder the kid was bored, he wasn't getting any attention or fun, making the woman feel sorry for him as he licked at his candy. 

"Oh, this is my son, Tango. Today's National Take Your Kid To Work Day." Jim explained, smiling at them all politely and they all nodded slowly as they small talked, but for Ray, it was like everything had fallen into place. That day, that date, holy shit. He'd worked it out, nineteen-eighty-nine, the day it all changed, the day he changed, the day when his life pivoted and made him who he was, he knew why Drex had chosen this particular time. Oh, god... 

"I wanna go to a zoo!" 

"No zoo! Go get in the van!" Tango whined at his dad, only for his desperate pleas to be harshly rebuked. Something told (y/n) and Henry that they weren't on the best of terms, something that would cause a whole lot of resentment down the line and as they were awkwardly witnessing that, they didn't notice how all the colour had drained from Ray's face, leaving him breathless and absolutely terrified.

"You all stay safe now." Jim smiled again, acting as though he hadn't just broken his son's heart and the sidekicks found it hard to be nice to him after how the kid had walked off sniffling. Aw, if they weren't on a super important mission or in the wrong time, they'd have taken him to the zoo in place of his lousy father or at least told him to keep smiling. Poor Tango. 

"Okay."

"You probably shouldn't yell at your kid like that."

"He's gonna hate you when he's older!" They called after him as the floor closed and Ray was free to start pacing again, only this time, he was more than onto something, he was holding it, figuring it out. He was there.

"Ahhhh, my favourite commercial! Have you guys seen this one?" Schwoz cheered as Ray lost himself in thought once more, ignoring the TV and some dumb commercial about an old lady looking for beef. Of course, they didn't remember it, it was too old and they'd either not been born or were too young to care at the time, which meant he was the only one laughing. "She never knows where the beef is."

"Turn that off!" Ray yelled, scaring the bejesus out of Schwoz who wasn't expecting the volume in his right ear. Instantly, Henry and (y/n) picked up on the man's tetchy mood and how it wasn't his usual grumpiness, this was something more. This time he was actually concerned about something big and it was clearly making him snap and lash out, so, Henry launched the countermeasures or rather, he pushed (y/n) in his boss's direction so she could sort it out.

"Ray, sweetheart...what's going on in that head of yours?" She asked him softly, reaching out to slide her hands around his waist and hug his body to her, prompting his arm to come around her smaller figure so she'd stay there. Her warmth pressed against was comforting and grounding, two things he really needed as one idea bounced around in his head and no matter how he looked at it, he didn't like what it meant for them.

"That guy, he said it was Take Your Kid To Work Day." He said, biting his nails as he mulled over his words. it was a nervous habit, a thinking habit and it made (y/n) pull his hand to her chest before he could ruin his manicure. He sighed at how she cared for him, how she tenderly kissed his knuckles like she was worshipping the skin there and it made his all ready clouded judgement go even foggier. 

"Yeah, so?" Henry shrugged, not seeing any correlation between the Jim guy and the need for some serious analysis of a dumb national holiday.

"So...oh my god!" Ray gasped, choked, spluttered when it all came crashing together at once, the jigsaw finally complete in his mind. It was National Take Your Kid To Work Day, nineteen-eighty-nine, and he knew exactly what Drex was planning and it made him...scared. Just scared. Nothing big, nothing dramatic, a genuine fear that shook him to his core at how strongly it took hold and struck deep, just like the villain had planned it. It didn't have to be complicated, it just had to be unexpected and that's exactly how it had attacked. 

"Ray, what's wrong? Tell me what's wrong, right now." (y/n) panicked as his lower lip trembled and she stood back so she stood side by side with Henry, both of them seeing the realisation and terror spread across his face. His hands shook without her body to hold onto and the kid could feel how the woman subconsciously drifted towards him until their arms brushed, a tiny, physical connection to keep them both sane.

"My dad takes me to work today, young me, eight-year-old me. My dad takes me to Glass Tech for Take Your Kid To Work Day!" He explained, thinking that they'd piece it together just like he did, but they didn't know what he was on about, too fearful and shaky to think properly so they looked at him to spell out, which made tears spring in the corners of his eyes as his blood ran cold. 

"Henry, sweet girl, this is the day that I become indestructible! Don't you see?!"

"Yes! Sort of! No?!" Henry cried when the man seized their outer shoulders and squished them together with his super strength, not that they felt with their adrenaline running so high. 

Henry, the poor kid, wasn't clued up enough or bright enough to make the link, but (y/n), the sweetest, brightest girl around, she knew. She knew all too well what it meant and why her wicked ex had zeroed on the day, her lips quivering as she struggled to say the words.

"That's why Drex came here! He's gonna stop me from going to work with my dad, so I don't get densitised!" Ray exclaimed, still clutching their arms tightly as (y/n) gulped with a dry mouth and Henry felt the cold, cruel truth hit him like he'd crashed into a brick wall. That man, that fucking psychopath, he...he was so brilliant, so malicious, it sucked the air out of the room and left them choking. 

"So you don't become indestructible..."

"Which means no Captain Man," Ray stated grimly, acutely aware of how hard he was holding them so his hands softened, but his gaze remain stern and his body remained frozen. Everything was born on that day, his power, his career, his fame, his friendships, his entire life was decided the minute he was fried and without it, he, they, were nothing.

"No Kid Danger..." Henry too was floored. What would become of Swellview if Captain Man disappeared? All the criminals he locked, all the plans he foiled, all the people he saved, none of it would have happened and his childhood would become normal but a lot less bright. Just how much did Captain Man change the city? Just how much did he change Henry Hart?

"No Miss Danger... You never become Captain Man, we never meet and...we never fall in love." (y/n) whispered, a tear falling down her cheek at the thought of her life being rewritten and Ray faltered, feeling his own eyes water at the thought. Everything came down to the densitisation, their meeting, their friendship, their love, none of it would happen if Ray stayed as a normal kid and became a normal man. 

He would have probably gone to college, done something average and found a...nice girl along the way and all the while, she'd follow after him, six years behind and more than likely encounter Drex waiting for her unsuspecting soul. She'd have no doofus to save her, no friends to comfort her and she'd probably go along with it because he'd be the one who'd been there and whispered false promises to her heart. A world with no Ray and (y/n), a world where it was Drex and (y/n), with Raymond Manchester scratched out of the picture - it didn't bear to think about.

"Drex would still be your boyfriend," Henry mumbled, not able to comprehend how their lives would vanish in an instant and the two that deserved to be together, the two that were so close to the big moment would be ripped apart and defencelessly left to go on without knowing that true happiness was just down the road.

"And I wouldn't have ever known you or seen you or loved you, but he would've. He'd be with you, hurting you and I wouldn't even care." Ray gulped, fighting back his tears as she jumped into his arms and whimpered, holding in the sobs at the thought of losing him and then not even knowing it. Was it worse to be ignorant of lost love or to be allowed to mourn it and feel its loss? She wanted a choice and Drex, in his true fashion, was taking that away from her.

"I don't want to forget you. I don't want to love him again, not when I love you." (y/n) sniffed, feeling his face bury into her hair and maybe the sensation of a couple of tears hitting her scalp, but she wasn't sure and she'd never ask. This was hard enough as it was, she didn't need to poke more holes in his heart, she could never bring herself to do it.

"We have to stop Drex. I'm not losing you, sweet girl. Not to him, not to anybody." Ray told her firmly, looking up into Henry's determined eyes and he could tell that he felt the same strength rising in him. These were their lives, the experiences, their friendships, the Man Cave was home to their family with Captain Man as their leader and if Drex thought he could take that away so easily, well, he had another thing coming. "Let's go! Let's go!"

Seizing her hand, Ray and (y/n) ran from the room as fast as their legs could carry them, Henry not far behind them. He knew where Glass Tech was, he knew that his father would be confused as hell and it would be painful to see him after years of resentment, but they had to do this. 

He had the ring all ready to go, eleven years in the making, and he was damned if he was gonna lose that after what felt like a lifetime of waiting. There was one small problem though...

"Wait! Do you guys have any money on you? Our cards won't work." (y/n) skidded to a halt when she realised that any hopes they had of paying for a cab or getting the bus were dashed when she realised that in nineteen-eighty-nine, their bank accounts didn't exist, which meant no easy payments and no withdrawals. Shit. Seeing that she was right and that they were screwed again, they ran back down the hall, coming to a sudden stop as they reach Schwoz's dorm room and tentatively opened the door.

"We don't have a car."

"Or a bike." Henry and Ray told him sheepishly as the genius stood awkwardly, them having left him in quite a hurry. Well, duh, he figured that they hadn't brought something with them, although it would've been cool if they had a hover-car or teleportation device. Y'know, something cool and futuristic, something he might invent sometime in the future...

"Can you give us a ride?"  "We are still pretty hungry..." The boys went on, making (y/n) facepalm at how terrible they were at asking for help. They were coming across as rude and she could see that Schwoz's frown was deepening, so she decided to push the boat out a little bit and see if she could use her winning smile to sway the genius a bit. After all, it worked when they finally became friends, so she was hopeful and pushing her luck.

"If we could just borrow, like, twenty bucks." The woman told him nervously, rubbing her hands together until Schwoz shrugged slightly. Well, that was worth a shot, but they had to remember that this was a college dorm room, loans and crippling debt was permeated throughout the walls and the students were all broke, including Schwoz. Twenty bucks would be a stretch for him because he lived on cheap soda and ready-made microwave food, but then again, they were friends and colleagues in the future, so maybe he could find them something. 

It wasn't like they were overflowing with brains, brawn yes, intelligence? no. They needed all the help they could get, they weren't going up against some two-bit villain, they were going up against Drex, and more importantly, he could see that they needed help when Henry asked the most important question of all, the one that had boggled philosophers and scientists alike, the query everyone wanted to be answered...

"Where is the beef?"

Yeah, he was so helping them.

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October 27 - 2023 Friday

8:55am

I'm ready to be different, I'm ready to change SOMETHING. Constantly expressing myself feels like it but I want to think of a way to remind myself to do it or ways to practice it. It's weird though because it feels like a completely internal process. Something about the way I'm thinking just isn't letting me repress anything right now. It's easy to let things like that slip though, I'd rather have a physically grounded way to retain what I'm doing right now.

The best way I can describe what is happening is I'm letting my feelings flow like a river or something. They just come and go. If I think of things that hurt me, I let it hurt and it moves on. I know this is working because the deep feeling of dread I felt at almost all times isn't really there and I'm actually able to focus on and appreciate other things I'm doing. That felt impossible before.

8:29pm

God damnit, I was gonna join my friend Ena for Space Rangers tonight but she wasn't on so someone else was hosting and it was a game night that I didn't wanna do so I left. I joined this nanachi creator's birthday party who I don't even like but a lot of people recognized me there. I decided to wear my nanachi for the night which was a mistake because all I could think about was the time when I actually used it and how much energy I put into someone who took me for granted and didn't respect my feelings. As much as I wanted to imagine myself socializing tonight, I wasn't able to keep up the act and left. Maybe I'll get back on for the party because it was popping off but only if I can let myself feel this damned misery and move past it. I kinda also wanted to make a new avatar but fashion design is not my strong suit. I want to make a skater/punk girl outfit for my otter again.

If I get back on to hang out I'll have to find someone to bind to and be their support for the night. Thats how I used to make friends in the past. I have to find someone I actually sort of like in a way to talk to but thats pretty hard. I judge people too harshly.

9:28pm

Yeah, I wish I was talking to Daisy tonight. She's my favorite. It's okay to feel that way, it's an expression of my affection. It's okay to feel a little sad that I'm not. I can still find something else to do and enjoy my night. I am my own person. And I'm happy she's attending the con because I know she loves the socialization. It's okay that I feel just a little lost. There are things I can think of I'd like to be doing but don't necessarily have the energy for. Right now I'm watching Twitch and I'm content. Maybe I'll get back on VRchat but maybe not.

12:36am

Today's breakfast was the same as yesterday with the addition of a pear cup. I also slept in for an hour on purpose because I felt tired enough, I think it was a good decision. I decided not to stream and put together a different schedule today to try and get everything done. I did most of what I had to do which is good given the circumstances. I did Inktober and today's commission in David's server. Someone in there makes this "tsk" noise with is mouth nearly every sentence and it really got on my nerves. I left when work was done to do my workout which I completed in full. I think workouts have been hard lately due to slight lack of sleep because I didn't have trouble today. Lunch was a fantastic tuna melt with some cereal. I cleaned up afterwards and then completed the picture of Daisy's rats for her and another idea of mine plus some sketching. With work done I took a little break before VR time. I took a very tiny hit to compliment the drink I was having. Like I said before, VR was a bust and I ended up getting off to do a little avatar work and watch Twitch which was chill enough. For some reason at about midnight when I should have been in bed, I decided to ass blast myself with my lovense. I was too drunk to enjoy it which is almost always the case. Nutting just isn't that great drunk.

I've been thinking a lot about certain things I still have to figure out exactly what I think/want to happen. Ultimately I need something to change either internally or externally. But the most important thing for me right now is to keep letting my feelings out.