#I'm busy being spooky can you stop

[luveline]

hi lovely! can i request trying to pick a horror movie to watch with remus or steve but they keep getting distracted by r? or they keep kissing her so she gets distracted? thank u <33

thank you love ♡ modern au

"You don't like gore, so no Saw." You rub your hand down the length of your legs, warming yourself in the autumn chill. "And I don't like new slashers, so we can forget Totally Killer." 

"You're missing out, if James is to be believed," Remus says from just behind you. He must lean down, his voice closer and warmer by your ear when he adds, "but he doesn't have the best taste, bless. You want socks?" 

"Come and sit down," you beg. 

Remus is one of those guys where you're always pleading with him to slow down. When he gets started, he can't stop. Ever since he caught wind of you being cold he's been closing the windows tight, fiddling with the boiler, and now throwing a blanket over your legs. You pull on his arm until he deigns to sit next to you, immediately pushing your face into his neck. His hair tickles your face, soft brown waves that smell like macadamia oil. His cheek chubs with a smile as he turns in on you. 

"What other options are there?" 

"The new Pet Sematry," you say into his neck, rubbing your nose on him indulgently. "Uhm… ton of Blumhouse panky." 

"Don't be a snob." 

"M'not. S'just all a bunch of rubbish." You drag yourself away from him and turn your attention back to the TV, flicking through rows of new autumn movies to the 'Spooky Collection'. "Hocus Pocus 2?" 

"No, thanks." Remus ignores what you're up to, bringing a hand to your face to guide your lips to his. You're not expecting it but you give him a little kiss, always happy for one if it's from him. 

You're distracted by different possibilities on screen, pausing your half hearted kiss to ask, "What about a horror TV series?" 

Remus kisses your cheek while you're busy. His hand skirts down your neck, laying it loving but still on the flat of your chest. "What about whatever you want?" he asks, the cartilage of his nose bending as he kisses, and kisses, hot flashes of affection that work their way to your jaw. 

"I don't know what I want, that's the point." You laugh as he kisses under your jaw, a sweet spot he knows to leave well enough alone when you're not already at his mercy. It's too much. "Stop," you chasten. 

Remus leans into the sofa, rubbing your kissed skin with the back of his hand. "Yeah, alright. Show me the TV programmes." 

The hint of his Welsh accent lays heavy on 'programmes'. You resist the urge to repeat it and scroll down to the shows, all new and unexciting. "We'll have to watch Criminal Minds." 

"That's not in the spirit of Halloween." 

Remus is looking at you hard. You can feel his gaze on your cheek, and you know he's waiting for permission, or at the very least, wanting to ask for it. 

You side eye him. "What's more scary than a serial killer?" you ask. Then, quickly, "Please kiss me again." 

"You don't even want me to kiss you," he says. 

"I always want you to kiss me–" You squeal as he descends on you, pushing you rough into the cushions. "But you have to pick what we're watching! Okay? I'm sick of always choosing." 

"No problem," he says, kissing you smack dab on the lips. "In a minute." His smile begins to take form against yours, kissing and smiling and kissing some more, the colour of his laugh in the exhales of his breath. 

"What about… uh…" You shudder as his lips part atop yours and encourage you to part your own, promptly forgetting what you'd been about to suggest as he pushes the taste of a cherry soother into your tongue. His arm wraps around the back of your head with a put upon aggression, hooking you in as he kisses you silly. 

You laugh too hard to keep going and pull away, flustered, hands on his pinking cheeks. "Woah, Lupin, I know it's halloween, but if you wouldn't mind holding back your Hannibal-esque urges–" 

Remus' turn to laugh, loud and brash as he squeezes another swift kiss to your cheek. He's still laughing as he stands, practically jogging down the hall and into the kitchen, away from his responsibility.

"Where are you going? You haven't picked a film!" 

The fridge opens, bottles clinking in the door shelf. "I have to take the fruit strudel out, dove! You pick while I find the cream." 

"Cheater," you mutter, fishing for the remote where it's escaped into the crack of the sofa cushions. 

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #marauders era #remus x reader #remus x you #marauders #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin blurb #marauders x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fanfiction #the marauders

[fangirltothefullest]

Hey. Hey you. Yes you! If you are planning on having kids or if you already do and they are young (as in they're 3rd grade and younger) read your kids stories. Stop handing them the internet and READ THEM STORIES.

Bored? Grab a book.

Don't know what to do? Give them a book.

Read to them while they draw or colour.

Still little? Read to them while they are taking a bath.

Read to them once a week on Fridays for Story Night.

Read to them before bed.

Read to them at breakfast.

Whenever you can, read to them!

Curriculum doesn't teach your children how to have morals and how to problem solve, books with interesting stories do. Parents are super busy and juggling all the moral teaching is hard when you're busy- have them read! It does some of it for you!

Want your kids to do better than the generation I'm teaching? Read to them. Read to them whenever you can so they learn to love it. Make books of all kinds available. Make them read fantasy, make them read fiction, make them read science fiction, make them read realistic fiction, make them read about dragons and heroes, friends and dilemmas, make them read about warrior cats and the children of gods, heroic mice and people overcoming bullies, teen dramas and kid crushes, knights and cursed princes, faerietales and stories about princesses saving their brothers from being swans. Books with worm professors and spooky stories for the campfire that walk about lawn weenies and plonking children down the slide, stories of British children stranded on an island, and people cursed being set free with true loves kiss. Stories with mermaids and krackens or a dog thats a cowboy who saves the day. Stories of small mice having adventures or people with hidden secrets. Stories of children going through tough childhoods and children finding themselves or new understanding. Stories of funny little women who defeat the oni with laughter or what's beyond Z for Zebra.

Children are force-fed information-based/fact-based readings in their classrooms, filling their minds with the ability to parse data from what they read and answer it word for word on a test.

But the morals, the learning how to navigate life with each other, the building of relationships ships be it friend or foe, context ans meaning come from reading stories and relating to or understanding the characters, context and subtleties of emotions they face in books.

It's been this way since the dawn of time.

Please for the love of all that is good, don't slap a screen in front of your child to occupy them. Give them a book and let them get lost in a story. It's way healthier and helps them read better, helps them understand speech patterns, helps them understand spelling intuitively, helps them problem solve, helps them understand how to people, helps them with right and wrong, helps with morality, helps with contextualizing, helps them differentiate between real vs fake people and how to empathise with something even if its not real, helps them navigate the world with a broader and more open mind.

All tiktok and the internet/social media does is provide eons of the worst unfiltered, non-kid-friendly drivel and cruelty you could ever imagine.

I'm begging you to please think of their future because I'm teaching children raised on screens and so few books and they do not know how to people and they're so far behind in literacy at all and they open a book and if it's not immediately interesting on the first sentence it's "boring" and ignored.

I sound like a boomer but please I'm begging you make your kids read books from the time they are little.

[deconstructthesoup]

Thoughts on a Hatchetfield/Fantasy High crossover

So, I know the odds are good that I'm sending this into a very niche void, but I also know that these fandoms overlap, so... yeah. Basically, this is a world where the Bad Kids (and I guess pretty much every character in the world of Spyre, but the Bad Kids are who we're focusing on) are seemingly normal humans living in Hatchetfield, with all the weirdness and danger it entails.

Let's get into it.

Fabian: He's a rich kid living in Pinebrook, the star quarterback of the Nighthawks, and is one of the most popular kids in school due to being rich, good at sports, and surprisingly nice---and he's dating Ragh, though that's something that's a bit on the down-low due to them worrying they'll get kicked off the team and Ragh not being quite ready to come out. Honestly, Fabian really shouldn't be tied up into the spookiness, if you take him at face value... except for the fact that both of his parents are very much tied into it. Haleriel's family has been in Hatchetfield since the beginning, and while they're not tied with the Church of the Starry Children or the Hatchetmen, they do have some serious occult connections. And Bill... well, as far as everyone knows, he's an Irish fencer who got into the big leagues, retired, and took up pirate LARPing in his spare time. All of that is true, except for the fact that he is, in fact, an actual seventeenth-century pirate who got on Tinky's bad side and wound up in 2000s Hatchetfield. Fabian doesn't know about this yet, but he will.

Gorgug: The result of a secret relationship between two Abstinence Camp junior counselors, Gorgug was originally raised in secret in Witchwood Forest until he was three, when he was found and promptly put up for adoption. By then, he was already unusually large, strong, and angry for his age, but he still found a loving home with the proprietors of Thistlespring Mechanics. Gorgug thankfully never got to the monstrous level of Lil' Gerry, and he can pass for a normal kid if you ignore his height... however, he has been homeschooled for a good portion of his life due to constantly having manic outbursts that took years to learn how to keep under control. When he finally goes to Hatchetfield High, Fabian and Ragh take him under their wing---if only because they took one look at him and realized that he'd be perfect for the Nighthawks---and Gorgug definitely begins to shine due to having friends. Still, though... you can never really get rid of how Witchwood Forest changes you.

Riz: Now, he is very much aware of all the crazy, scary, and inexplicable things that go around in Hatchetfield, to the point of becoming a paranormal investigator---YouTube channel and all. His mom isn't really sure what to make of this, but she's a cop, she's busy, and it mostly keeps Riz out of trouble. As far as he knows, his dad worked for the military, and he assumes that he died in combat (in reality, though, Pok was a PIEP agent who got killed by Blinky). Riz has a part of his paranormal investigator business that's open to him taking on cases for others, but people don't tend to take him up on the offer, and he's usually investigating strange happenings by himself. That is, until...

Fig: Unlike in canon, Fig has always known that Gilear was her stepdad, not her real dad, but she still considers him her dad---mostly because that for a good deal of her life, she grew up thinking that her real dad was a deadbeat who left her. After Gilear and Sandra Lynn get divorced, however, Fig decides to finally start looking into her biological dad... and she discovers that he didn't skip town as she initially believed, but he went missing shortly before she was born. The case went cold, and all that's known is that he was attempting to stop the Honey Festival---specifically, the pageant---before he disappeared. Fig, who's recently developed an interest in the occult, realizes that there's something sinister going on there, and she hires Riz to help her find out the truth. (Vague spoilers: Gorthalax---or, well, Gordon T. Ax---is alive, but he's been trapped by Nibbly as punishment for successfully interfering and saving the Honey Queen)

Kristen: She's essentially the Grace Chastity of this universe, just without the crazy---church girl, teacher's pet, yet actually a nice person who doesn't really realize just how messed up her parents' beliefs are. Though she doesn't know the details about the Black & White, her parents are part of a group that are descended from the original Hatchetmen, and they've taught her that anybody who has The Gift is inherently evil. Of course, Kristen has always had the power to magically heal others, and she's kept this hidden from her parents her whole life---which becomes harder as her powers start getting stronger. And then she starts having a sexuality crisis and a crisis of faith, triggered when she befriends the niece of Hatchetfield High's new guidance counselor. So, yeah, Kristen's not having a good time.

Adaine: Her family recently moved to Hatchetfield from London, supposedly because her dad's job changed. In reality, her parents are devout followers of Wiggly and the other LiB, and they know that Hatchetfield is the focal point of their power (and no, Alewyn doesn't know about this, but she does know more about the spooky stuff than she's letting on). For her part, Adaine has psychic powers similar to Hannah, right down to having Webby as an imaginary friend, but she keeps this secret from her parents... mostly due to the time when she was little and told them about Webby, and the reaction was pretty negative. On top of her powers, she's also struggling with her anxiety disorder, her gifted kid complex, and the general stress of going to a new school in a new country... so, it helps when she gets adopted by Kristen and Fig at the same time, and Webby immediately takes a liking to them both. Through Fig, she meets Riz, and then she meets Fabian at one of her parents' awful functions, and he introduces her and everyone else to Gorgug... and the Bad Kids can begin.

I've got a lot more ideas about this---mostly involving Ayda, Arthur Aguefort, the O'Shaughnesseys, and some fleeting concepts about The Seven---but that's for another post, so... yeah.

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #hatchetfield #starkid #fabian seacaster #gorgug thistlespring #riz gukgak #fig faeth #kristen applebees #adaine abernant #the lords in black #webby hatchetfield #crossover au #ragh barkrock

[thewidowsledger]

Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 3: Your Forgotten Dream Isn't Real

© thewidowsledger 2023 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairings: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of weapons and scars

⧗

2 weeks ago…

It's been 2 weeks since Natasha last saw you and in that same week when she met you. Natasha mobilized her men, scattering them across the neighborhood in an attempt to track you down. She left no stone unturned, even enlisting the help of Barnes, who diligently checked the block you said you lived in. She even searched some dance studios herself in luck of finding you.

Bucky entered her office with a news, "Welp, no signs of your girl. They don't know someone that has Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes. Unless a girl that you saw is a kid, you could've told me 'cause they pointed me to a kid that matches your person. She's like 7 or like…at least 10? I duno."

Natasha just hummed in response, there was a stack of papers spread out before her. She busied herself, shuffling through the documents, but her mind was far from the tasks at hand. She pretended to be engrossed in her work, not wanting to reveal the disappointment that washed over her as Bucky told the news she had been dreading.

"You giving up now? Doesn't suit you well, Nat." Bucky said as he studied Natasha's demeanor.

Natasha brushed off her disappointment, her voice tinged with boldness, "There are other matters that require my attention. I'll focus on what's within my control. Plus, it's just a girl I can have many if I want."

"My girl is back!" Bucky held his hands in the air as if he was praising someone that hides behind the sky. He sat across Natasha and took the Mont Blanc ballpoint pen for him to play with.

But in Natasha's mind–perhaps it was time to accept that finding you was beyond her reach. But as a woman accustomed to having control, this surrender was both humbling and disheartening for her. She reluctantly conceded defeat, it's not even in her vocabulary.

"Hey, what if she was a ghost?" Bucky suddenly broke the silence, he pointed the pen towards Natasha.

Natasha's fingers froze mid-page turn, she gave Bucky a piercing look, "Stop playing Barnes and give me tha–"

Bucky quickly snatched the pen away from her, "Hey, I'm being for real. But what if she isn't?" he intently looked at her as he leaned back in his chair with crossed arms, "You met her outside the club, past midnight…I mean, no name, appearing in the dark hours of the night? That sounds pretty spooky to me."

"Oh god, we're not having this conversation. And I asked for her name, she just…didn't give it to me." Natasha's eyes narrowed as she gripped the papers with annoyance showing in her face.

"Damn, she didn't?" Bucky's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he processed Natasha's words.

It's very unusual for Natasha to be left in the dark. And with her past relationships and a couple of 'sleep-arounds' as Natasha calls it; it's always them that would plead and beg her to stay. She knows that they will always run back to her. The world will always run back to her.

She possesses this captivating charm that was as alluring as it was dangerous. Natasha carved her path through a world riddled with danger and deceit. She knew how to get what she wanted and she can do it with a blink of an eye, leveraging her magnetic personality to sway others to her cause. But she couldn't even get a girl's name? Your name?

"Can we stop this? And can you stop playing with that pen? That pen costs more than your life." Natasha scolded him.

"Ouch, Nat!" Bucky mockingly put his hands to his chest. He chuckled after, recognizing Natasha's playful scolding for what it truly was—a diversion from their previous conversation.

But for Natasha, deep down, she wanted to protect herself from becoming too vulnerable, too consumed by the thoughts of you.

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully, a smirk playing on her lips. "Prepare the lift, there is an illicit trade of armors today. Some li'l birdy told me about a group known for transporting them. I'll make sure they won't screw it up."

"Woah, boss is back in the game." Bucky grinned at her, he gave her a finger-guns as he made his way out of her office.

Natasha just once again rolled her eyes to him, "I'm always in the game." She confidently muttered to herself.

Present day…

The thoughts of you already slipped out in Natasha's mind, as if you didn't happen, you weren't real, and you were forgotten. Her work demanding more of her time and attention.

It's just a girl, I can have many if I want.

She sat behind her grand desk, a mixture of apprehension and intrigue swirling within her. An invitation had arrived, summoning her once again to a gathering of mob bosses at the same exclusive club she went few weeks ago. Memories of the previous meeting flooded her mind—the debauchery, the lack of professionalism, disappointment, and lastly the smell of disgust.

This time, however, the invitation came with a different tone—a simple gathering to foster connections and potential alliances. Natasha saw an opportunity in this, a chance to expand her network and strengthen her influence. She pondered the invitation for a moment, weighing the risks against the potential opportunity.

Before she could decide Bucky interrupted as he entered her opulent office. "Hey, I heard the news about the gathering."

"Yeah, I'm stuck between…" Natasha cleared her throat and leaned her back to her office chair.

Bucky leaned against the edge of Natasha's desk, "You should go, have some fun." Bucky convinced, his gaze lingering on Natasha's troubled expression.

"I don't want fun Barnes, I'm here for business." She plainly said not taking a glance at him, she knows damn well that she will not win over Bucky when it comes to this kind of conversation, when it comes to having fun.

For Natasha fun seemed like a distant memory, a luxury she couldn't afford.

"Nat, you work tirelessly. You deserve a break. This shit could be an opportunity to let loose even just for a little while or…okay as much as I wanted you not to work while having fun maybe there's some opportunity for business y'know?" Bucky knew her too well, aware of the heavy burden and responsibilities she carried on her shoulders but this time he thinks that she's letting herself drown with her work.

"Nat, I know the weight you carry, but you're more than just a mob boss or the bloody heiress whatever they call you. You deserve moments for yourself, to unwind and be out in this cage, damn is that…wow this is new?" Bucky pointed to the framed-painting hanging on the wall, it's red pointe shoe.

Natasha chuckled at the sight of him, Bucky has this black cat facade but has a golden retriever personality…and has an attention span of a gold fish.

"But anyway, Nat life…it's not all about work. Remember, life is meant to be lived, not just endured." He made his way towards Natasha's office door, "I'm out, please…a li'l fun wouldn't hurt."

There was a flicker of havoc in Natasha's eyes as Bucky left, she paused, considering Bucky's words, knowing deep down that he was right, she hated it that sometimes he is right.

"Okay, we'll…I'm going for business, that's first…and hey business is fun, so I'll have fun with that." Natasha convincingly mumbled to herself with a sigh.

⧗

Natasha decided to have lunch outside, she was wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck, dirty white trousers, and an expensive luxury shoulder bag clinging on her right shoulder. As she strolled along the busy city streets, her attention was caught by a young kid who seemed to be lost. She looked around for a second before walking to the kid.

"Hey…" Natasha softly called the girl's attention, the kid was startled as she turned to Natasha with glossy eyes.

"Where's your parents?" Natasha asked, and that's when the child completely cried out loud. "Oh shit, great." She mumbled to herself."

Natasha grabbed the child and looked around, she found an ice-cream shop and they both went in. She smiled and knelt to face the kid. "What do you want? I'll buy you ice-cream."

"I want Mama!" The kid exclaimed, stomping her feet.

The people were startled by the kid's tantrum, Natasha couldn't help but notice the curious glances of the people around the shop. Whispers filled the air, and she could tense unease and suspicion that radiated from their gaze. "Now, that's even great," Natasha muttered to herself with a little annoyance. "We'll get one chocolate chip cone."

"One chocolate chip cone coming right up!" The kid suddenly stopped from wailing when the server repeated Natasha's order.

"Here y'go." The server handed the cone to Natasha, she took it and gave the cone to the little girl. The kid looked at her with doe eyes, hesitant at first, but after a few seconds the child gave up and took it. Natasha rubbed the girl's hair before paying at the counter.

She held the child's hand as they made their way out, her tiny fingers wrapped securely around hers. Natasha's instincts kicked in, scanning the surroundings for any signs of the child's mother.

Natasha gently wiped the remnants of the chocolate ice-cream off the girl's face, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The little girl's eyes sparkled with innocence and wonder, Natasha could see the trust growing out of the girl.

Feeling a pang of empathy, Natasha knelt down to the child's level and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "We'll find your Mama now. But wipe your mouth first, big girl." Natasha winked at her, she gave her some tissue and took the ice-cream.

The girl wiped her mouth sloppily, Natasha chuckled at the sight but it suddenly changed when she met a gaze with so much tension in it. "Oh god, baby!"

"Ma…" the girl called as her mother hugged her tightly.

Her mother looked at Natasha again scanning her from head to toe, she saw the scar on Natasha's shoulder and a few ink of roses covering it. She was alarmed. Without a second, she turned to her child, "Let's go baby, I'm so sorry I let you out my sight. I'm so sor–"

Natasha could feel the tension in the air, and she didn't miss how the woman became alarmed as soon as she saw her shoulders. She tugged her shoulder bag to cover it, but it only blanketed half of it. "I mean no harm, here's her ice-crea–"

"Keep that." The mother glared at her, but her glare wasn't just anger, it was mixed with fear. She grabbed her child and quickly made their way out of Natasha's sight.

A pang of pain shot through Natasha, it was a stark reminder of the fear those scars could evoke in others. She had become accustomed to those kinds of reactions, but that didn't make it any less painful. Natasha tried to shake off the hurtful encounter.

There are rumors and stories circulated like whispers in the wind. Among them was a peculiar tale that claimed one could easily identify a member of a mob or even a mob boss by spotting a distinctive scar on their body. And Natasha has one, and she's also one; the mob boss herself.

"I never thought those tales are still around." Natasha was startled by the voice that brought her back to reality.

"Yeah, except it wasn't a tale." Natasha chuckled. It was Maria, her assistant.

"And you realized that ice-cream is dripping in your hand right?" Maria pointed to the ice-cream melting out of Natasha's hand.

"Oh shit," Natasha mumbled to herself, she quickly threw the ice-cream and wiped her hands with some tissue Maria handed her.

"You forgot this Nat." She handed Natasha's suit, and she quickly grabbed it.

Natasha wore the suit. She felt a weight lift off her shoulder, it was liberating to know that, at least in appearance, she could blend in with the crowd, offering a sense of little normalcy that might put others at ease. But still it pained her that she would never have a normal life like she always wanted, she always dreamed of having.

"Do you wanna grab lunch?" Natasha asks as she adjusted her clothing.

"Lunch would be great," Maria beamed with a smile.

"Let's go then." Natasha nodded.

Secrets Behind Our Dreams: Masterlist

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff au #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x reader

[oozedninjas]

Hijacked

Summary: The boys are fixing a tire one night when a girl emerges from the mist. She's escaping some thugs, and the boys fly to her aid. The whole situation winds up a bit more fucked up than they thought.

A/N: This was a former request on my past blog. I'm trying to rewrite and re-post all that I can find from there, although, I'm afraid is not much.

Generals:

Dark fic

Bayverse

Here Leo is 27, Raph is 26, Donnie is 24 and Mikey is 22

Fem!reader she/her pronouns

Mutant turtles x reader (but Leo is the star guy)

Warnings: hurt (inflicted upon the reader by someone else) comfort (through the boys) / kidnapping/blood and injury / situational panic/victim self-blaming / chase

Only click on keep reading if you're 18+

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"Stop being so noisy! We are not supposed to be here." Raphael grunted to Mikey, who was –and had been for the past hour–playing with the radio buttons.

"Chill out bro, I'm just setting the atmosphere!"

"What atmosphere? We're just changing a tire," Donnie scoffed as he made a few more adjustments.

"Well, the night is foggy, there's a chilling breeze… it might happen something spooky! I just thought it'd be nice to find a song to complete the–"

"We won't remain too long to need that" Leo cut. And when Leo said something with that particular tone, he knew it was a lost battle.

Mikey drew his gaze to the front glass of the truck, defeated. That was when he noticed something moving in the distance, a vague silhouette through the mist running towards the truck.

"Ummm, guys?" Mikey called, but everyone was minding their own business. The figure kept getting closer, and closer and closer. It was a human figure, running directly towards them. His eyes widened as a rush of adrenaline ran through his spine.

"GUYS!"

"Mikey for the last time, we are not setting on spooky music!" Leo stated loud and firmly.

"Someone is coming!" he shouted

"What?!" they gasped.

"Hide!" Leo commanded.

Everyone jumped to hold onto the tunnel roof. If it wasn't for the boosted tire they could be chilling with a warm pizza box back at the lair.

"What kind of human just runs into a drainage tunnel in the middle of the night?!" Mikey whined to Donnie. He placed a finger over his mouth, silently telling Mikey to be quiet.

The silhouette finally pierced the fog, revealing a human girl. She was dressed only with a blood-stained white blanket. Her breathing was agitated. She turned her head back in distress, as to check if someone was following her. She hit the front of the truck, smudging it red.

"What the hell…?" Raph whispered.

"Where the fuck is she?!" shouted a voice in the distance. "You better find her, or you'll be the one telling the boss you fucking lost her."

"I think she ran over there!" a more sticky voice put in. It wasn't hard to put two plus two together.

The three boys exchanged a look.

"Go," Leo said.

They jumped ahead, right in front of the truck. The aggressors stopped in their tracks.

"Looking for something?" Raph smirked.

-- Meanwhile, the female human got inside the truck. A window busted. She shrieked, closing the door. Screams. Beating. Metal clanking. She curled up, covering her ears.

Suddenly, silence. Then, steps approached. They were heavy, way more than her captors. She held her breath.

"Where is she?" someone asked in a whisper.

"I think she went inside the truck," another answered, dramatically lower.

"Are you sure?"

"This is bad. Shall we warn her about, you know, the shells?"

Someone huffed "Right. Like that's gonna make a difference."

They knocked on the door. Her breath hitched.

"Miss?" one of them called in a rather polite tone. "Are you in there?"

She shivered. It was true that now the ones chasing her were put down, but still, there was hardly a reason to trust these new men. She didn't answer. How stupid was she? She should've kept running.

"Miss we're gonna open the door." the polite voice stated. "One…"

She grabbed a soda can.

"Two…"

She hid it behind her back. It wasn't much, but if she smacked it hard enough-

"Three."

The door opened. Darkness dissolved in green lights. Before her, four giant… turtles? her eyes widened as much as was humanly possible.

Their expressions showed something close to repressed panic, worry, and dismay.

“Oh my god, she’s bleeding!” one of them squeaked, pointing at her. Then, another one made his way thru the others. He reached out. She flinched back.

“Hi, Donnie here. I mean no harm. Let me check you up,” he said. A white light lit up over his head, it was attached to his glasses, and these last were somewhat bound to a purple-torn cloth that resembled a mask. They all wore one.

"She has signs of post-traumatic stress. The blood seems to come from the lower part of her body. I think we should take her to the hospital."

Hospital? her eyes glowed with hope. The hint of panic within her soul eased. They were good guys!

“Miss, what's your name?” Donnie asked, but she didn’t even move. “Do you know the date?” he tried again.

“Not mine…” she whispered so low it was almost inaudible.

“Not mine?” The male turtle repeated back, frowning a little. It was obvious that she was abused emotionally and physically. A shiver ran down Donnie’s spine. “What exactly do you mean by that?” but she remained in silence, just looking at him, and his brothers while trembling.

“Look miss, we are gonna try to help you but there’s little we can do if you don’t cooperate. Please, try to answer the questions.” said the one with a blue bandana. She took a deep breath. He was right.

“It's not my blood,” she mumbled. Her breath became agitated. “It was over the floor… I tripped and fell.”

The signs of a possible panic attack loomed through her expression. Even Raphael softened his gaze. Poor girl, she seemed fucked up.

“Calm down miss, we’re gonna help you.” the one in blue stated. “You’re safe now. Donnie, is there something more you can do?”

Donnie backed up to face him.

“I could do more, but I think it’s better if we take her to the hospital. This a serious situation. Police might get involved,” he noted thoughtfully.

“Focus on the tire then. Let's finish that to start moving. We drop her at the hospital, then we head back to the lair.” he ordered. “Mikey, stay here, Raph, you go watch that no one follows us.”

Everyone took their places. She grabbed the one in blue when he motioned forward.

"No," she mumbled. He relented. "Don't go."

He sat beside her. "I won't."

The truck started moving a few minutes later. She was leaning over his bicep, observing his frame: from the marked jawline to the blue bandana. His eyes were almost the same tone.

"What's your name?" she asked.

He eyed her before giving out a comforting smile. "Leo."

She nodded, processing.

“I went to a birthday party, Leo. It ended late. I was- they offered me a ride- I didn't think-" She puffed. Her hands gripped the sides of her hair, close to her scalp. Her knuckles turned white. she pulled. "I'm so stupid. So stupid! Stupid!"

She trembled. Her voice cracked.

Leo grasped her hands. "No, you're not. You just trusted the wrong people."

“It was October when I was taken," she sobbed. "I don't know the current date.”

Leo’s heart ached and Mikey’s gaze fell.

“It’s December,” Leo told her.

She nodded as tiny weeps slipped through her mouth.

The girl scooted close to Leo. Her hands pressed against his plastron. He panicked for a brief moment, glancing at Mikey, not quite sure if he should hold her back. Mikey motioned in approval. Leo then placed his arms around her.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” he repeated.

She knew Leo wasn't lying. She knew it by the way his arms held her protectively, the tone of his tender voice, and by the tenacious look in his eyes.

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2k14 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt x reader

[igncrxntripley]

I love your stories so much!!! I was thinking of a idea of malaki black and woman who complete opposites but he sees something in her?

goody two shoes

a/n: MY FIRST AEW IMAGINE YESSSS!!! i'm not sure if this is what you were looking for but i just took an idea and ran with it so i hope you like it! methinks there's going to be a part 2 for this as well...

mentions: SFW, fem!reader, goody two shoes!reader, slight stalker-ish vibes from malakai

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nothing about you screamed 'spooky'; you were one of the more juvial members of the roster, and everyone in AEW saw you as, for lack of a better term, a real goody two shoes.

for that exact reason, you tended to stay away from people like the members of the house of black. the only real interactions you had with them was matches with julia, and every time you were in their presence they really gave you chills that ran down your spine.

let's be real; four people, three of them very large men, who wore all black and had the spookiest scariest of personas? yeah, wasn't always your cup of tea.

but you began to notice malakai being...around. more often than he normally would be when everyone was backstage. the house members tended to keep to themselves, but noticing malakai on his own and coincidentally in your presence was beginning to feel a little off putting.

you did your best to ignore him though, you went about your regular business, interacting with friends and crew backstage that you always had, and trying not to pay any mind to the man who'd started to make his presence known around you.

the most recent AEW taping, however, is when things changed a bit. you didn't have any matches planned that night and mostly kept to yourself so you could take it easy and enjoy the show. malaki had progressed from just hanging around in the background, to finally approaching you when you went to your locker room.

you barely even heard him sneak in behind you. the closing of the door was what shook you, and you found yourself staring into the eyes of one of the most ruthless, soulless members of the AEW roster.

"i don't know what you think you're doing but you better-"

your words were cut off by a singular finger that malakai had raised to his lips, his way of effectively silencing you. you couldn't explain it, but the once unsettled feeling this man's presence used to create now had you somewhat spellbound. every move he made, had your full attention.

he'll finally speak up, his breath hot on your face and his voice a quiet (and slightly terrifying tone), "i just want you to listen to me, little bird."

you'd never admit it, but malaki calling you that made your stomach twist and turn in the best way possible. with a gentle nod, you let him continue and your eyes focus on his and their two different colored irises.

"i've been watching you for awhile now, and i can't keep myself away from you. someone too pure, too sweet for this industry...yet i can't stop myself from watching your every move."

a finger drifts from your cheekbone down to your jaw and your breath catches in your throat. the fact that malakai wanted anything to do with you...that he was watching you...it made you so uneasy but had you infatuated all at the same time.

malakai's next statement catches you even more off guard; "the house has a spot with your name on it, little dove. let us take you in. show you your true potential."

he can sense your hesitation, your silence enough of an answer for him to understand you weren't sure what to say. malakai leaning in closer gives you goosebumps, but you don't make any effort to back away from him. "i'm going to keep coming back to you for an answer, doll. so i'll give you time to think, but don't think i'll forget about you."

with that, malakai gave you one more knowing look and walked away from you. but his face never once left your thoughts, as well as his proposition, and you had started to think about the possibility of accepting his offer.

#aew x reader #aew headcanons #aew imagine #malakai black #malakai black x reader #malakai black headcanons #malakai black imagine #house of black aew #aew house of black #house of black headcanons #house of black x reader #house of black imagine #{:aew:} #{:malakai black:} #{:house of black:}

[kannagms]

As someone who has been a fan of the boys since the beginning of Buzzfeed Unsolved when Ryan was doing his little PowerPoint presentations and reading from a single sheet of printer paper, this entire Watcher fiasco is insane and was definitely not on my 2024 bingo card.

Back when Ryan and Shane announced that they were leaving Buzzfeed to start their own entertainment company with Steven, I was excited! I wanted to see what new, fun, interesting, and creative content they would put out without Buzzfeed holding them back. I'm a huge fan of Mystery and Ghost Files, Puppet History, Are You Scared?, Too Many Spirits, Top 5 Beatdown. Loved Spooky Small Talk before it was scrapped. I watched every new ep that came out, even the ones I didn't like that much like Steven's food ones, and liked and commented because I wanted to support them as much as possible. I rewatch all my favorite episodes. I have a dedicated playlist of Ryan and Shane content because it helps me fall asleep at night. When I didn't have much I at least had Watcher to keep my smile on my face and continuous laughter going when I didn't feel much like going on.

I got the notification 3 days ago about a new Watcher video and was stunned at what I saw. Sure I can watch episode 1 of new shows and watch some trailers, but I'm gonna have to sub to yet another streaming service to watch anything more. A streaming service that doesn't even have an app, so if I want to add anything to my sleep playlist, I'm gonna have to leave my phone on all night.

Anyways, I immediately went and checked the boys' socials and see what they posted for any additional info. Thousands upon thousands of negative comments all saying basically the same thing:

I can't afford $6/month/not everyone has $6 laying around, and it can really make or break someone financially.

Been a fan since Unsolved, guess I'm not a watcher anymore.

This is a bad move.

From what I've seen across reddit, Twitter, tiktok, Instagram, and Tumblr, the negative far outweigh the positive. The only "positive" comments I've seen haven't really been "oh this is a great idea! I'm gonna go sub right now!!" It's really been more, "well it's their business, they can do what they want with it." Or simply bashing other people because they cannot afford $6 a month or $60 a year, which really comes off as boomer ideology. You know, the old "if millennials would stop eating avocado toast or buying Starbucks maybe they can afford a house!" While completely ignoring the global economic crisis we are all facing. It's completely out of check with the fact that there's so many of us not just in America, but in the world who are barely living paycheck to paycheck. That there are so many people who WISH they could get a Starbucks coffee in the morning but often times have to skip meals because they cannot afford food if they want to keep a roof over their heads, you know the ridiculous amount of money that we spend to rent a small space. Never gonna forget the one apartment I looked at that was $800 a month, no utilities included, no parking, no pets allowed, and I could lay flat on the ground and have my 5'4" length reach comfortably in every single room. Wasn't even a kitchen or room for a single size bed (mild tangent rant, I now pay $1300 for a 2 bedroom apartment, most utilities included, but bad parking)

And for Steven to say that anyone can afford $6 is just so factually wrong. Has anyone checked the foreign exchange rate for $6? Some threads I've seen on Reddit are insane. For some people 6 USD translates to someone's entire rent or a week's worth of food. If I recall the comment correctly, one person said that in their country, Netflix comes out to $2 USD, and is considered a luxury item that only the upper class/wealthy have.

Maybe I'm just being bitter. Maybe I'm just overreacting to a piece of content I loved and cherished being pushed behind a paywall. It just feels like a slap in the face to fans who have spent countless hours soaking in their content, recommending them to friends, making new friends over a shared interest, and now feeling like they didn't matter at all. That we were just dollar signs. To hear them going from thanking dedicated fans for helping them get to where they are to but now you gotta give us more money if you want to keep being fans and now we are going to ignore your backlash just feels disingenuous and heartbreaking.

#watcher #i dont know #not to be parasocial on main #but this month has just been so difficult #and to get hit with this just really broke me. #made me think what if all the people i watch on yt make this same move #i want them to succeed but at the same i dont want them to be an example to others yk?

[nix-writes-mcyt]

I saw that you opened requests and I just had to send this in!

I've requested this before to someone else but I love seeing others interpretations, feel free to ignore :]]

Can I get something with Sculk! CubFan? Maybe just some fluff with the reader being concerned for his health with all the Sculk over his body. I'm so normal about Sculk Cub I swear.

Honestly.. I'm normal about Cub too. I promise. 100% normal. Yep... Anyway, this was fun. It was really refreshing to write and I hope you enjoy it!

Come Home

Oneshot Contains: Spooky setting, fluff --------------------

Rain pummels the small umbrella you hold over your head. You've somehow managed to not get entirely soaked through, which is what you'd expected. That's the one thing you're grateful for right now.

Hurriedly, you make your way towards the museum. You hadn't wanted to go out today, not in this weather, but an emergency tip had made up your mind.

The tip concerned your partner, who you haven't seen in some time. He's been busy collecting things to go in the museum. You know better than to distract him from projects.

The two of you have still been speaking through your communicators, but from the sounds of things Cub has been hiding from you.

As you reach the bottom steps of the museum thunder cracks nearby. You roll your eyes. Timing.

You climb the stairs and put down your umbrella before pushing open the door. Inside it's as dark as it is outside, only lit by candles.

That makes sense given so much of the power is down, but it's quite the shift from the only other time you've been in the museum.

You're used to the bright lights, the way all the displays are spotlighted. The large windows flooding the rooms with sunlight. Today those are not an option.

You carefully make your way around the museum, not wanting to break anything valuable in the dark. "Cub?" You call into the darkness, hoping he will find you first.

You're slow moving around, every crack of thunder makes you feel more tense. The candles really don't do a good job of lighting your way, but you do notice a small trail of skulk on the floor. It glitters in the darkness, lighting a path for you to follow.

You don't know where it goes, but nothing else is highlighted. It's all you have to go off of.

Through the cracks of thunder you swear you hear footsteps. "Cub?" You call again. Silence. Then thunder.

Every fiber of your being at this point is tense. Every step you take cautious. You move as silently as you can, not wanting to disturb whatever you can hear moving in the dark.

You get the feeling you're not moving quite silently enough. You stop, so do the other set of footsteps. A clap of thunder goes off somewhere nearby, followed shortly by a purple flash.

The extra light doesn't last long, but it illuminates a silhouette near the window. "Cub?" You try again, creeping that way.

As you get closer you see the figure. An armour stand. Your muscles relax, allowing you to let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding.

Your attention turns back to the glittering trail of skulk which leads you further into the museum.

The footsteps continue, you think it must be an echo. When you stop they stop, so that must be it. You wouldn't think with all the items in the museum that it would echo, but hey, what other option is there? Well.. you'd rather not think about that.

The rain seems to somehow be coming down even harder outside, the volume having increased significantly. The thunder is louder too. The storm must be right overhead now.

At this point you're unsure how far into the museum you are, what you've passed. All Your bearings are gone save for the skulk.

There is more of it now, not just one small trail but numerous that keep melting into one another.

You follow them into what seems to be a hallway, there are trails coming from illuminated rooms either side of you. This room also has no windows, and it's too dark to see what's on the walls.

Following the skulk it takes you to a door on the far left. The door is ajar, you can see the room is pitch black. Or rather you know it is because you can't see anything.

In a moment of genius you move into the room across from the dark one and take a lit candle and it's holder as to not burn your hands. Moving back into the hall you see the art now, it's possibly the least spooky thing you can think of. Hot guy merch as far as you can see.

You just shake your head and push into the darkness of the room.

There is skulk everywhere, so much of it that you can see the outline of the desk and the chair that sit in the center. "Cub?" You try once again.

The door closes behind you, the sudden movement in air flow managing to put out your only source of light.

You can feel yourself starting to panic, footsteps that definitely are not yours nor are echos of yours. Your heart races.

You see something come into view. It's skulk, that you're sure of. But you can't make out the shape. You have no idea what it is you're looking at.

"Are you there Cub?" You ask the darkness. "I'm here." He finally replies.

You're relived to know you're here with him. The sound of his voice relaxes you tremendously. You've missed it.

"Can I see you?" "No." His response is instant. "I don't want you to see me like this." You frown, not that he can see it.

"Why not?" "There was an accident. I'm not the same now. I'll scare you away." You can hear the sadness in his voice, you can feel it in yourself as well.

"Cub," your voice is soft, sympathetic almost, but loving, "there is no change that could happen to you that would scare me away. I married you for a reason." "Not for this."

"Show me, please." Cub sighs at your request. He's still soft for you, he always has been.

A spark, then a flame as he lights a single candle before you. In the low light you can still see him as he is. You realise quickly that the skulk shape that you saw moving in the dark is actually a part of Cub, where the substance has taken over his body.

"It started some time ago, just a small patch I could cover, but it grew. Xisuma and I worked on a cure as it got worse and it worked. Unfortunately we haven't found a way to reverse it." He doesn't look at you, not even near you.

You study him, other than the skulk on his skin he still looks like your Cub, sounds like him. "This is why you've not come home." You say quietly. He nods. "I didn't know if you'd still love me like this. I didn't want to return until we found a way to return me to normal."

"And if that had never happened?" You ask. He shakes his head. "That wasn't an option." Losing you, to him, was not an option. It never was. He'd have come back eventually, although you wish he hadn't gone in the first place.

The silence between the two of you is comforting, just being in each others presence enough to keep you both relaxed as thunder rumbles through the building. You know what you want, the same thing you have wanted for ages now.

"I miss having the man I married in my life. Will you come home?" You ask Cub quietly. He doesn't answer you straight away, he doesn't even look entirely sure he should be considering it.

You know you'll respect his answer regardless. If he chooses to stay here then you'll just have to come see him often, no matter how much you don't want that to happen, it's possible it will.

He sighs deeply, finally bringing himself to look you in the eye. "I'll come home."

#cub x reader #cubfan x reader #cubfan135 x reader #hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mcyt #mcytblr #cub #cubfan #cubfan135 #horror themes #fluff #spooky #skulk!cub #skulk!cub x reader

[angelbitezzz]

waaa congrats on the 700 angel!!!!

also also.. silly request alert!!!

angel giving sans a kissy? (platonic or romantic) unless you're saving it for specials specials (can be anywhere as well! hand, cheek, teet-)

here's much gift for you too yes yes

WAAAH SO CUTE! Thanks for the drawing and your support!!

Imagine this takes place earlier on after his "capture" at Angel's hands as a Spooky Servant. In fact I like this one so much I'm writing a short fic for this under the cut.

Getting out of the cage was easy work, given his inability to abide by the laws of space entirely. All it took was a half-step forward and he was in the grass outside the shed they'd put him in (Was it on purpose? More than likely, knowing Koffin-K. Guess it was high time he'd gotten a taste of his own medicine. Heh.)

"Jesus!"

He was thankful for the fact that he had such immaculate self control, because the sudden yelp of surprise from his left would've made him jump out of his skin if he'd had any. He turned, found himself face to face with Angel, looking at him with a face that said "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." that sparked amusement.

"no, i'm crossbones. but good guess, kid."

"Oh haha, very funny. What're you doing out?"

"it takes more than that to capture justice." He paused, and then grinned a little wider. "...the door was unlocked."

"The cage doesn't have a door!"

"huh. that's a dangerous design choice. fitting for villainy, i guess."

"Well...we are at Koffin Keep. I guess I'd better stop you, because the count is definitely watching."

Sans's gaze strayed across her, trying to think of a good way to distract her long enough to get away. Preferably, with about as much comedy as possible. He took his chances when he could. They landed on her free hand; the other busy rummaging in some back pocket to that red jacket she was in for something. Had to stop whatever it is that was about.

He moved without thinking.

...Her skin was warm against his teeth. He wasn't sure why he was so aware of that. Generally, his own body ran at room temp, maybe even a little cold thanks to all the vents that came with being in a body made of sticks, essentially. Maybe that was why his focus was so centered to the knuckles pressed softly to his mouth, gloved hand in hers as the white fabric warmed from the contact.

Oh, shit, he'd forgotten what he was trying to do.

Stealing a glance upwards, he could see the shock on her face. Could read her thoughts without even needing to CHECK, see the surprise give way to a flustered confusion, brown cheeks warming to red. A bead of sweat slid down his skull at the sight, and then he jittered away, gone before she could even draw the breath to speak.

Standing with his back pressed to a tree outside the walls of Koffin Keep, feeling much like if he had a heart that the organ would be rattling the inside of his ribcage without knowing why.

...Better get out of here before she came looking.

#art #my art #doodle #digital art #sans #ts underswap #ts underswap sans #ts underswap self insert #ts underswap au #self ship #Crossbones and Starstruck #ik you said starstruck but i plan for others things and i figured the spooky servant thing worked better here XD #“and they never mentioned it again.” #short fic #700 follower special #request

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

For the spardatober post!

What do you mean you’ve been trick or treating + halloween party + thunderstorm

For dante please 💖

Ooooh, this is cute 🥰

"What do you mean you've never been trick-or-treating??"

At Dante's perplexed question, you only gave a shrug.

"I'm from Europe, remember? We don't celebrate Halloween."

He put a hand over his hard in a melodramatic fashion and gasped, "Blasphemy!"

You laughed, truly amused by this man's antics.

"What can I say? I'm just an average man, with an average life, I work from 9 to 5, hell yeah I pay the price..." You raised your hands in defeat.

It was Dante's turn to laugh. He'll always thanks his lucky starts that he found someone with your sense of humor.

"Well, you won't have to distress for long, 'cause we're going out!"

"When?"

"Now!"

"Now? But..." You looked up at him from your spot on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, snacks on the table, and movie prepared. "What about..." you gestured towards the TV.

"We can make out on the couch with a random movie in the background every other day of the year. You can only get spooky two days in a year, three if you party extra hard." The red devil winked at you cheekily.

You let yourself be dragged out of the blankets, your jacket being sloppily thrown on your person, and your scarf being wrapped around you very creatively - with Dante putting one end on your shoulder and then spinning you around. You don't even know how you got into the car, but there was Dante already rowing the engine, with a fistful of candy he grabbed from the coffee table. He put the sweets on your lap and instantly grabbed one as he drove out into the city with wild steering.

Instead of raising any protests, you put a chocolate lolly in your mouth and looked out of the window at the city that started to wake like a creature of the night. Billboards and neon lights glowed at you, and there was a pumpkin on every corner, and streets were filled with crowds dressed in costumes.

"Where are we going?" You turned to Dante who turned stopped at the traffic and used that opportunity to turn on the radio.

"First, we'll get you a costume. I know a perfect place," he finally settled on the station where one song just ended and This is Halloween started playing. "Then, we'll trick-or-treat of course!"

In this town, we call home, everybody hails to the pumpkin song.

"We'll really have to step up our game if we want decent candy. I always put effort into my costume even when I was dirt poor. Can't stand all these brats in half-assed costumes thinking they deserve Snickers. Pickachu hoodie is NOT a costume." Dante gestured with his hands, letting the steering wheel live its own life.

"Hold the wheel, sweets." You pleaded with him. "anything else I should know about the secret art of asking for candy?"

"Nah, you'll be fine. I'm sure they'll eat out of your hands." The man gave you a besotted look. You felt your heart keen a little at that.

You arrived at a row of terraced houses with all of them having display windows with some business going on in them. Despite all of them having some sort of Halloween decor, you've guessed the shop you're heading to immediately.

Red-bricked, slim building with wooden doors and display windows pressed right against them. The display window was stuffed with autumn-themed and Halloween-themed decorations of all kinds and even had a fierce witch costume display on a mannequin. There were three small steps leading towards the door with a pair of curling iron railings. There were two massive grinning pumpkins on each side at the bottom of the steps, the railing was decorated with autumn leaf garlands with fairy lights, and the door itself was a picturesque vision of a small canopy and ornate lamp hanging right above them, with another row of the garland curling all around them.

You were too busy taking in all of it, you didn't notice Dante pressing the doorbell. A young, petite girl with striking ginger hair and a gentle smile opened the door.

"Oh, hi Dante."

"Hi Erin I need your help. This person right there," he said with a serious tone as he put his hands on your shoulders, "never been trick-or-treating."

The girl's eyes widened. "Heavens..."

"So," Dante continued, both thoroughly enjoying your embarrassment, "I made it my duty to introduce her to the Halloween spirit - you." He gestured towards Erin.

Erin nodded, "This is serious matter now. I have to find a perfect match for you."

You bury your face in your hands, "I feel like a virgin all over again."

Erin led you to the back of the shop - which was surprisingly spacious and dripping with Halloween and autumn finery of all kinds - and sat you on a cushioned chair.

Then, she pulled out a catalog and proceeded to take you through pages worth of costumes, complete with accessories and makeup. Meanwhile, Dante busied himself with a bowl of candy on the counter, leaving the choice on you."

"And he'll get costume too?" you jerked a thumb at him.

"Of course! What about couples costume?" Erin scrolled through her catalog and showed you a page with a pirate and mermaid duo. You took the booklet from her, searching through the pages. There was a loud crash coming somewhere from the shop. You looked from the direction of the sound to Erin with concern.

She gave you a reassuring smile in return, "I'll go check on him."

When Erin came back with sheepish-looking Dante, holding now empty bowl of candy, you had your choice.

"So, have you made your choice?"

You nodded excitedly and tapped on the page in the book.

After several minutes of undressing, dressing, buttoning up, fixing hair, and adjusting later, you and Dante were prepared for the Halloween night.

Erin clapped her hands excitedly.

"You look fantastic! Though...I honestly didn't think you'd make this choice." Erin put a finger on her lip and looked you up and down.

You, for once thought Dante looked rather charming in his little red hood. Erin couldn't find pants or a top to contain Dante's...assets, she did however find a pair of leather red boots and a small wicker basket. Dante was thrilled. He kept turning in front of the three-part floor-length mirror and Even asked if he could keep the boots when the night was over. With you, Erin went all off. Furry gloves, a furry dress, and a pair of wolfish ears, combined with the killer makeup. She even gave you little press-on claws and fangs.

"Be safe! And happy, happy Halloween!" Erin sing-song after you as you waved her goodbye.

With one hand holding the basket and the other holding yours, Dante led you through his favorite spots and blocks. You had to admit that trick-or-treating is a lot of fun, but if you were to do this as a kid, you'd be probably too shy to knock on random people's doors. This time, you dived fully into your big bad wolf persona and put on a show with Dante. Some people, mostly adults, gave you strange looks but gave you candy anyway.

By the time you visited the door in the area, you were so overdosed with sugar you thought you might collapse. Dante parked you on a park bench and ran off to the nearest store to buy something to drink.

Meanwhile, you watched as children in costumes slowly dissipated and slightly intoxicated in costumes grown-ups replaced them. You checked your phone. It was getting close to ten. What's taking Dante so long?

You felt a raindrop fall on your forehead, and when you looked up, you noted several raindrops to follow. You heard Dante call your name, finally getting from the store. When the few drops turned into pour, he wrapped his arm around you and led you somewhere to hide from the rain.

You both watched the increasing turrents of water from your safe spot in doorway of some building. You turned to Dante, his shaggy mane was plastered to his face, making him look like a wet dog. You outstretched your hand and brushed the hair out of his face,

"Well, what now?" You haven't aimed the question at no one in particular. Just to break the silence and spur the next course of action. But it seemed the spirit of halloween had answered your call, because somebody walked out of the door you stood next to.

A mummy, a vampire and jack skellington drunkenly sang while stumbling in the rain. Through the opened door, you faintly heard the ghostbusters theme playing. Before the door would close, Dante grabbed the handle and looked inside. You peeked down the dimly lit corridor from behind him. Lanterns and pumpkins littered the floor and walls were covered in cobwebs.

Dante turned to your with a wicked grin and you smiled back because you knew what was on his mind.

Overall, you were truly happy that Dante managed to drag you away from the coutch that night. As you swirled a glass of green cocktail with an eyeball floating in it and chatted with a girl wearing a sick demoness costume, while you watched Dante busting it out on the dancefloor to Bloody Mary you knew this'll be the night you'll remember forever.

#devil may cry #devil may cry dante #dante sparda #dante devil may cry #dante x reader #dmc dante #dante x you #spardatober #rainbow dragon writes #halloween #october writing challenge #halloween writing prompts

[bigfan-fanfic]

We Are More (Male!Reader x Sam Winchester)

Requested by anonymous for Can I request a fic where Spooky Sam is going going to Stanford and he meets his roommate and end up falling for him? The roommate was also from a Hunter family and he knows Sammy was a hunter but he never bring it up because he truly believes he and Sammy can have a good normal life together

Late registration can be a bitch.

You don't even get to pick your roommate. But considering you've spent the majority of your early life sharing motel rooms with your family, it'll do.

You just... had to get away.

Hunters aren't formed from happy families. They come from tragedy and heartbreak and blood.

Such is the case with you, and grief does... terrible things to people. You hated going around the country, being forced to follow them on hunts and participate yourself.

But you worked hard. You persevered with schoolwork, and with the help of a very kind counselor, you were even able to push for emancipation at age 17 to be freed from "the family business," especially after you were laid up in the hospital from a nasty ogre goring.

But you got a full ride up at Stanford, and you were ready to finally take control of your life.

No more hunting things, no more creatures that went bump in the night.

You've met other hunting families. More than Sam has seen. So it's no wonder you recognize the Look more than he does. The body that belies a combination of heavy exercise and poor nutrition. The almost reflexive way his eyes scan an unfamiliar room. The subtle scent of rosemary smeared on the windowsill and fennel placed over the doorframe of your dorm room.

You recognize the thousand yard stare of someone who's seen walking nightmares far too young and in a way, it's comforting. It's good to know you aren't the only one who left.

Sam is too far in denial, trying to erase that part of his past, and you get it, so you let him evade questions about how much he's moved around, why he's been to certain places, and instead get to know him.

He's kind, almost noble. He doesn't make a lot of friends, but the ones he does make are deeply connected. It's almost like being part of a club.

He can be a little judgy about people, but as time goes on he starts to loosen up a bit. Eventually he even stops looking over his shoulder.

And Sam starts to fall for you. He talks to you every day, and it quickly becomes a highlight of that day. He likes to spend time with you, because instinctively, he knows you "get it."

But when he asks you out, you have to tell him. You don't want any more lies.

"Sam..." you say. It's the day after your 20th birthday, and Sam is still disapproving that Jess tried to sneak you all some beer. He's just asked you on a date.

"I know what you are."

Sam freezes. "W-what?"

You chuckle. "Do you think I don't notice you smudging the window with rosemary, or the salt line you put over the dorm building threshold? The way you always wake up if there's a sound at night?"

"You're a hunter." he whispers in shock.

"WAS a hunter. Not anymore. Like you, right?"

He nods. "H-how long have you known?"

"The first day. Almost from the moment we met." you smile softly. "And if that wasn't a dead giveaway, the protective symbols you drew under my bed last spring break were."

He blushes. You both know that's when he realized he had fallen for you.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asks.

"Same reason you did, I guess?" you shrug. "I wanted to feel... normal. And I knew you did too."

"Normal." Sam scoffs. "I don't think I even know what that really means."

You smirk. "Well, how about you take me on that date, Sam Winchester, and we can find out together?"

"Oh, that's very smooth." he teases. "But alright. I'm game. Let's see what normal can be."

Family life is still a topic you don't often broach. But it's now something neither of you hide. You commiserate over late night travel, motel accommodations, parents.

But that first date, all those topics are dismissed in favor of normal. Classes, plans for the future, fellow students. A burger date at some random diner (Sam orders a garden burger with a side salad instead of fries).

And if, the next year, you push your beds together instead of sleeping across the room from your boyfriend-slash-dormmate, who's to say that's not normal?

And the year after, when you move into an apartment together that you happily decorate together and subtly weave protective measures into, who can call that strange?

And if Sam is saving up to buy a small ring to propose to you with when he hears about his interview for acceptance at the law school, that's starting to feel normal too.

And you settle into sleep, Sam's arm around you, and you grin because the two of you together have finally found your normal, beyond what your families would have asked of you.

#sam winchester x male reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural x male reader #supernatural headcanons #headcanons

[askdrhourglassandmuffintop]

Hello! Hi! Hello! uh, i don't know how to start this.

it's been a while! (again, I'm really really sorry) I can't say I've been busy, but I have been running into problems.

First off, blogs still going! Not planning on stopping, I know I take a lot longer then most blogs probably do, I find myself overthinking how to answer questions in a funny or story driven way(this is why you plan ahead kids)

A few reasons things have been taking so long:

1.I've been planning and rethinking this story since I've decided I don't just want it to be something I do for fun, I kinda want it to be a story now! It's not gonna be big or important, maybe pretty boring compared to all the other wonderful blogs out there right now, but it's my story and it feels good having something out there that's made by me!

2.Is my hand, it's been acting up a lot(my fault, haven't been doing stretches) and I can barely go a couple hours without being afraid I'm going to damage something permanently. (intense burning in wrist, feels like a sunburn in my bones or something)

3.Is...well if I can be honest with you, I have a current...hyperfixation? Maybe? I don't know if I should be calling what I'm experiencing that or if I'm misusing labels, but this thing has a chokehold on me, like I can't focus on anything else? Makes it very difficult to write adorable derpy shenanigans if my heart isn't in it.

But no worries! I'm sure this will pass very soon and then it's back to working on derp!

Thank you so much for sticking around! I know 4 months has been a long time since the last answered question.. attempting to finish a couple as we speak :3 I'm really hoping I can post something Halloween/nightmarenight related, I can't miss spooky season!

#modhere

[deandoesthingstome]

Fanfic Writer Wednesday

Hey guys. Hey. Hi. It's me. It's been awhile. I got a little busy and I've missed several weeks in a row, but I'm going to try to get back on a track.

This week, I wanted to bring your attention to @cardierreh15. Cardi is my fellow Sagittarius and I love her spiciness.

She brings a wonderful voice and self-sufficiency to her characters. These women don't need these men to save them, but they sure know that it feels nice to be loved by them.

I have not started every series on her masterlist, but I do love the ones I have.

I recall starting The Guy Next Door, but I lost track of it and that is all my fault. But it's only fitting I bring this one to your attention now, since it's a dark and broody Halloween fic modeled on Scream.

I admit, Clark is not usually my go to guy. I don't know why. He's really cute, those curls and fangs, sparkling blue eyes that shine with the rest of his smile. And when he's Kal-El, well, ... see what I mean? How could I not invest some of my interest in this guy? Well, you certainly can - with Believer. See how you like it.

I have it on good authority that she has at least one, if not two, spooky season fics waiting in the wings for us, as well as (fingers crossed!) the next installment of a vampire!henry fic filled with lost and refound love, art, beauty, and music: When Love Finds a Way. I cannot wait!

And she took on a version of my fever dream about being the cop that pulls Henry over for speeding in Traffic Stop. I want to frisk that man!

There is more to discover on Cardi's blog, so do yourself a favor: take a trip over her way. Read a few stories. If you like them, let her know and then read a few more. Maybe even reblog one or two. Maybe with comments about what you loved about the stories. But you'll never know until you try. So give it a try.

As always...

#toss la petite mort to your local fanfic author #fanfic writer wednesday #ffw #support your local fanfic writer #support your creators #fandom is community #share the love #spread the love #fic rec #not mine #cardierreh15

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Little Devils (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) - FLUFF

WARNINGS: None, mutual pining, confession of feelings, domestic fluff, just Falk and reader being cute and in love. Set in spooky season cause I miss October 😂😂

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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"Good afternoon, Sister." You couldn't stop a smile from creeping across your lips at the familiar voice. Your pen paused, making a list of all the necessary preparations to decorate the Abbey for Halloween could wait.

"Father Falk, good afternoon. What can I help you with?" You ask with a bright smile, folding your hands neatly in front of you, leaning forward with excited curiosity.

"I-uh, I was wondering if you needed any help. The rest of my afternoon is free and I know how busy you must be. I figured I could lend a hand if you'd like." He offers you a soft, coy smile.

"I appreciate it, you'd be a great help, Father." The two of you held each other's gaze for a little longer than necessary before you breath out a nervous laugh, returning your attention to the list that sat before you. He leans against the desk, peering at the piece of paper.

He chuckles, "you really have this planned out to the letter, hm?" You can't help but laugh slightly in response.

"Well, as the Abbey's self proclaimed Halloween expert, and the fact I've been planning this party for the past few years, I have a pretty good handle on things." You finished listing the last few things you could think of. "We have three days for preparations, I've already sent the other Siblings off to handle their tasks, I'm fairly confident between you and I we can handle the rest." You look up at him with a smile.

"Well, where would you like to start?" He asks with a smile. That was how you found yourself comfortably seated in Falk's passenger seat, basking in the warm sunlight that streamed through the window. A soft tune hummed through the radio as your fingers danced through the air that whipped by outside. "So, explain to me again why we're driving across town when we have perfectly good pumpkins back at the Abbey." Falk says with a small laugh.

"Primo grows this one special for me. I don't know what he does differently, probably some special fertilizer he won't give me the recipe for, but he grows some of the largest pumpkins I've ever seen. Perfect for the display at the front entrance." The two of you rode in a comfortable silence. Every so often you would allow yourself to steal a glance in his direction. You had known Falk for years, having joined the ministry when he was still a Cardinal. He was your best friend and you his. He was the one that granted you the honor of being the Abbey's party coordinator after your predecessor had retired.

"Something on your mind, Maus?" He asks casually, briefly looking over at you out of the corner of his eyes, a small smirk finding its way across his lips.

"Not really, just thinking." You sat wistfully. Falk had been your best friend for years, yet you couldn't shake the feeling of wanting him to be something more than that. As you pulled into the parking lot you dug through your bag looking for the spare key Primo had given you to his garden. "I always lose this damn thing." You grumble as you root through your things, searching for the feeling of the smooth plastic charm that accompanied it. You jumped slightly as your door opened, Falk's figure blocking out the sunlight as he offered you his hand. You tentatively took it, warmth exploding across your palm as your skin made contact with his. As you stood your hand lingered in his. Your eyes met, beautiful golden brown irises that never ceased to take your breath away. He carefully brought your knuckles to his lips, smiling softly as he released you from his grasp.

"I don't think I've told you how beautiful you look today." His gaze never left your face, you couldn't help but laugh. Your hair haphazardly tucked away under a bandana, in your dirt covered work clothes, you looked like a recluse that had just wandered into town from the woods.

"You always pick the worst times to compliment me, you know that?" He returns your playful expression. He slips an arm around your shoulders, you wrap an arm around his waist, the two of you languidly strolling around the grounds of the Abbey to the garden.

"I mean it…" he says after a few minutes, "you do look beautiful… you always do, Maus." You let out a flustered giggle, gently nudging your shoulder into his side.

"Well, even though I would have to disagree at the moment, thank you." You accept his compliment with a bashful smile.

"My, my, what a sight for these old eyes." Primo chuckles as the two of you come into view. "I take it you're here for your pumpkin." He pulls you into a tight hug, his large sun hat providing you momentary shade in his embrace.

"Sorry I didn't call, I wanted to surprise you." He smiles, holding your face tenderly in his hands.

"Il mia bambina, you're welcome here anytime you like." He gently pats your cheek before removing his hands. "You as well Father, how have you been?" Falk returns the old man's greeting jovially, another small, trivial detail you had always loved about him. Primo had become somewhat of a father figure in your life. The fact that Falk held him in such high regard, watching the two of them get along so wonderfully, it made your heart swell.

"Papa, great to see you." Primo shakes his hand firmly, eyes trailing over him for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

"Has he asked you to marry him yet?" He asks in a low tone. You laugh, shaking your head.

"Papa, we're just friends." You manage to get out through a fit of giggles. He holds up his hands in defeat.

"I may be old but I'm not blind dolcezza, you two are in love, there's no way around it." He points between the both of you before deciding to take his leave. "Fetch one of my Ghouls when you decide which one you want, you'll need help getting it to the car." He places a kiss to the top of your head, giving you both a small wave as he departs.

"As eloquent as ever, hm?" Falk laughs.

"I am so sorry about him." You were mortified, Primo might as well have told him that you had already confessed your feelings for Falk.

"No need to apologize, Maus." He groans as he pretends to stretch, his arm finding its way to your shoulders again. "He's got a point. I have to marry you before someone else does."

"Maybe ask me out on a date before planning to marry me." You giggle, pushing into his side as you walk.

"Maybe I will." He returns your laughter, smiling down at you. You wander the winding paths of the garden, marveling at the vast array of beautiful plants and produce. Falk paused in his stride as he caught sight of the gourd you had come for. "You can't be serious." He manages out through a chuckle. "(Y/N), my sweet Maus, I don't think one of those would fit in my car." You wave off his statement.

"One of the Ghouls will bring it to us, they have a truck specifically for transporting these. I just need to pick out which one I want." You explain. Falk sticks close by your side as you wander through the patch of monstrous pumpkins. You point excitedly, "that one." You rush over to it. The pumpkin nearly reached your waist, it was so tall. Its stem gnarled and knotted as it curled back towards the earth, it was a vibrant orange in color, with barely any blemishes on it at all. It was the perfect pumpkin for your display. You helped Primo's Ghouls get it loaded up, leading them back across town so you could get started on your project for the rest of the day.

"You don't wear gloves?" Falk asks as you lay out your carving tools.

"Nope, they just get in the way." You cut a hole into the top of the behemoth before you. You looked at him with a devious grin, "ready for the fun part?" Falk leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he gazed at you with a perplexed expression. "It's time to get all the guts out."

He breathes out a laugh, dropping his head. "This was why you were so eager for me to help, hm?" He stands with a sigh, carefully undoing the buttons of his dress shirt before tossing it aside leaving him in his undershirt. You swallowed thickly, eyes immediately drawn to the sleeve fabric stretched over his muscular arms. He cracked his knuckles, you were having trouble taking your eyes off him. You quickly dart your gaze away when he catches you staring. He chuckles softly before settling down by your side. He dropped his hand into the inside of the pumpkin, his nose scrunching up at the feeling of the guts sliding over his fingers. He pulls out the first handful, dropping it in the newspaper beside him with a loud splat, attempting to get off the remaining goop with one firm shake of his hand. "This is disgusting.'

You can't help but laugh, "I'll make it up to you, I promise." You feel his gaze trained on you. Looking up, your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes met his, realizing you were much closer to him than you thought.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" He smiles, his eyes drifting to your lips.

"I-" you stuttered out an incoherent string of sounds, unable to formulate any words at all to respond with. Falk chuckles at your flustered state, letting his eyes run over your features one more time before turning away.

"I'll give you some time to think about it, Maus." You forced your focus to the task before you. Manual labor was sure to clear your thoughts. It definitely wasn't easy work cleaning out the pumpkin to your standards, regardless, it needed to be done. After a little over an hour there was a single seed left inside. The two of you chatted idly as you got to work carving into the face. "It really is incredible watching you work." He muses, watching you carefully scrape away at the eye to get it exactly the shape you wanted it.

"I've had a lot of practice." You giggle.

"Maybe you could teach me your methods sometime." He smiles, you shoot him a coy glance.

"I'd love to." By the time you were finished with the massive jack o lantern you were ready to collapse. You groaned as Falk pulled you from the floor, he chuckled as you collapsed against him. He holds you close as the two of you stroll back to your room.

"What's on the agenda for tomorrow?" He asks. You hum as you think, carefully reaching up to intertwine your fingers with the hand currently resting on your shoulder.

"I have to find a costume." You start, noticing him immediately grow interested in the topic.

"Would you like me to accompany you into town?" He asks excitedly.

"I definitely wouldn't mind the company." You respond with a laugh. "But don't think you're going to get me in some sexy little nurse outfit."

"What about a sexy little devil outfit?" You playfully smack his shoulder causing him to let out a small 'ow' as he pretended to be hurt, wrapping his arm around you to rub the spot you smacked. You immediately felt your cheeks heat up, gazing up at Falk with wide, innocent eyes. A small smirk spreads across his lips as he carefully watches your expression. "Sorry." He apologizes simply. You shivered under his gaze, he reluctantly released his grasp on you, one arm still remaining over your shoulders.

"What are you going to dress up as?" He hums as he ponders over the thought for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, taking a deep breath. "And don't say a priest." You cut him off just as his words were about to come out.

"Wow, you read my mind." He chuckles. "Well, what should I be if I can't dress up as a priest?"

"You could wear the sexy little devil costume." You suggest, he playfully rolls his eyes. "You have to dress up, it's mandatory."

"Oh yeah?" He starts with a smirk. "Why's that?"

"Because I won't dance with you if you're not in costume." You threaten, narrowing your eyes.

"Are you saying you want to dance with me, Maus?" He pauses, glancing down at you with soft, warm eyes. You stuttered out an incoherent sound, all words instantly leaving you as you melted under his gaze. He laughs softly as he finally releases you from your hypnoticized state. "I'd be honored to dance with a woman as beautiful as you." You paused in front of your door, the ice cold metal of your doorknob sending a shock through your palm as you stared blankly at the dark wood. It took you a moment to realize you were holding your breath. Should you… invite him in? Surely he wouldn't be impressed with your quarters, you were sure he was used to something a lot more lavish than what you could consider your small studio.

"I was going to heat up some cider," your voice shook slightly as you spoke. "Would you like some?" You feel the heat radiating off his body as he steps closer to you.

"I would love to, Maus." You swallow thickly, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. You quickly open the door, welcoming him in.

"It's not much, but it's home." Over your years of being friends Falk had only ever set foot in your room once. Both of you were usually off on a trip somewhere, lounging around his office, or enjoying a sunny window seat together in the library. He instantly goes to make himself comfortable on your old, worn leather couch. Groaning as he settled into the plush cushions. He looks around at the walls lined with books. Pictures of you and your friends littered the room. Pictures of you and Falk throughout the years some of the more prominent among them. The two of you wearing oversized, goofy sunglasses at one of the Abbey's New Years parties. You laid next to him on a blanket at the beach, both of you making stupid faces at the camera. Falk breathed out a laugh at the sight, face relaxing into a soft smile.

"It's cozy, I like it." The two of you sat before your clunky, awkward box television. You pulled out a box of DVD's you kept under your coffee table, dumping them out so you could pick something out.

"You look through these, I'm going to go heat up some cider." You lean forward without thinking, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. You jolt backwards as you realize what you're doing. Falk wore a dumbstruck look, a slight blush on his cheeks as his jaw fell slack. You quickly stood, rushing towards your kitchen cabinets to try and put some distance between the two of you. You released the breath that had gotten trapped in your lungs. What were you thinking? You listened to the soft shuffling of the movie cases as Falk sorted through them, humming softly as he read through the titles. You retrieved two mugs from the shelf, lugging your homemade cider from the fridge with a gruff groan. Placing a pot on the stove your started to slowly heat the liquid, adding in a pinch of cinnamon as it started to lightly simmer. You quickly removed the pot from the heat, carefully filling the mugs. You carried the two of them back to your waiting companion.

"Thank you." He says through a sigh, settling into his position on the couch, letting the cup warm his hands. "It seems like a perfect evening for something scary, and I know you're a sucker for the classics." The original Halloween from 1978 sat before you, a wonderful choice. Not scary enough where you would actually be invested, but it would still give you an excuse to cuddle up to Falk's side. The opening theme was slightly muffled through the TV's old speakers, the faint crackle of static breaking through in its quieter moments. He sets his mug down on the table, arm sliding effortlessly around you to pull you closer. Your head lulled against him, his warmth quickly spreading through your whole body as you allowed yourself to curl into his side. You jumped as the music boomed in your small room, Falk giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze. You draped your arm over his stomach, nuzzling into his chest. The warm spice of his cologne was intoxicating, you let out a soft hum as you let him hold you closely. It was the small things he did that always managed to make your heart race; The way his thumb would languidly stroke your skin, how he would rest his chin on the top of your head, the way his breath would hitch slightly as you shifted to get more comfortable, fingertips grazing his bare stomach where his shirt had lifted up slightly from squirming around to find the perfect position. You were finding it hard to focus on the movie, between the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the gentle rise and fall of Falk's chest you were fighting to keep your eyes open. Deciding it wasn't worth the battle you allowed yourself to drift off in Falk's arms. When you woke up the next morning you were bathed in a warm beam of sun streaming through your window. Your body draped comfortably across the couch on your stomach, your arm hanging limply over the edge. It took you a moment to feel the movement of Falk's breathing below you, his gentle snoring filling the air as you realized it was in fact him you were laying on top of and not your couch cushions. You smiled softly, resting your chin on his chest, allowing yourself a moment to just look at him. One arm draped over his eyes, the other wrapped securely around your waist, you couldn't believe he had stayed. You carefully pushed yourself up, not wanting to wake him. You made your way to your kitchenette, putting on the coffee machine while you searched for something to feed your unexpected guest for breakfast. He stirred slightly as the pot began to fill.

"Good morning sleepy head." You were met with his half closed eyes and sleepy smile as he set up.

"Me? You're the one that fell asleep on me, Maus." He chuckles as he stretches his arms above his head. "Although, I'll be honest, I haven't slept that well in a while." You pour him a cup of coffee, a single spoonful of sugar and a splash of cream, just the way he liked it. He takes his mug with an appreciative nod, you joining him back on the couch after preparing your own cup. "I hope you don't mind that I stayed, you looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you."

"I don't mind, don't worry." You state softly before taking a long sip of your drink. "It was kind of nice actually… getting to wake up with you." He breathes out a laugh, both of you sharing a bashful grin as he takes a moment to study you.

"Would you like to come to the party with me tomorrow?" He swallows thickly before clarifying. "As my date, I mean." You couldn't stop the blush from creeping across your cheeks. It was no secret that you and Falk were attracted to each other. You might be oblivious, but you still knew. The two of you had just never figured out how to take that final step.

"I would love to." Your smile was bright, warm, the smile Falk remembers falling in love with the first time he saw it. His eyes dart down to your lips momentarily before he clears his throat, adjusting his position on the couch. "I was going to make breakfast-"

"I'll help." He smiles, not allowing you to finish your question. You didn't have to wonder whether or not he wanted to stay, the fact that he was looking for ways to stay with you longer was enough proof that he did. He offers you his hand, your fingers intertwining with his as he helps you up off the couch and leading you to your kitchenette. The two of you worked in tandem at each other's side, Falk asking you where he could find certain things that weren't in plain view as you collected everything you needed to cook. You couldn't help but smile as you heard the radio click on, the room filling whatever song was playing on the random station it had been left on. Falk hummed along to a tune he recognized as he stood before the stove, leaving you to cut up some leftover fruit you had in your fridge. His hands landed on your waist, you held up a piece of watermelon to him which he carefully took between his teeth. You giggled as he started to sway you back and forth, eventually managing to start dancing you around the kitchen. "I could really get used to this."

"Next time let's try waking up in a bed instead of the couch though." You chuckle. He places a kiss to your forehead before turning his attention back to his cooking on the stove. Once your meal was finished you collapsed back onto your couch with a sigh, propping your feet up on your coffee table as you sat and ate your breakfast.

"So, we're going to look for your costume?" You nod.

"I'll probably try and pick up some more decorations while I'm out, hopefully we'll be able to find you a costume too." He hums.

"I'll figure something out, don't worry." You later found yourself speeding down the highway through another beautiful fall day. The colorful leaves painted the treeline in vibrant splashes of oranges, reds, and gold's. Your hand sat between you and Falk, fingers carefully intertwined with his. "Well, what do you want to go as?" He questions, the two of you bouncing ideas around for his potential costume. You were trying to persuade him into going as a gladiator, but it didn't seem to be working.

"I don't know yet, hence why we're looking for a costume." He let his head lull slightly to look at you. "Don't you dare suggest a sexy devil again." You giggle. He pulls into the store's parking lot, both of you determined to find something to wear to this party. You laughed as Falk held up the costume you kept sweating you weren't going to wear.

"I'll make a deal with you. If you get this I'll get the gladiator costume." He proposes.

"Only to try on, I'm not wearing this to the party. Deal?" You narrow your eyes, sticking out your hand for him to shake.

"Deal." He returns your handshake with a chuckle. "You drive a hard bargain, Maus." You leave the store with a few costume options and various bags of decorations for the great hall, heading back to the Abbey to make your final decision. Falk offered to carry all the bags, leading you down to his quarters. He sat patiently on the edge of the bed, allowing you to use his bathroom for some privacy. You decided to indulge him, tearing open the package for the devil costume. You removed and carefully folded your clothes before shimmying into the red, tight, mini dress. You fixed the pair of matching horns into your hair before turning to look at yourself in the mirror. You hated to admit it, but you looked really good. The dress hugged your curves just right, the horns were cute and small and didn't look awkwardly placed on your head. You hesitantly stepped out of the bathroom, bare feet padding against the cold wooden floor, alerting Falk that you had reentered the room. "Wow." He was unable to tear his eyes off you.

"I feel silly." You state with a nervous giggle.

"You look very cute." He reassures you, causing you to blush.

"Your turn." You toss him the gladiator costume. He looked like he was getting ready to complain. "You and I had a deal." You point at him.

"Fine, fine." He laughs. "You know if you wanted me to take my shirt off Maus, you should have just asked." He winks as he makes his way past you. You flush, plopping down on the edge of the bed to wait for him. "Yeah, there's no way I can wear this in public." He calls from the bathroom. He steps out and you struggle to hold back the audible gasp that almost left you. The pleather straps of the shoulder guards stretched across his broad chest, the lean muscles of his torso half hidden under a red cape that draped over one of his shoulders, the leather arm guards that adorned his forearms drew attention to his toned biceps. You were sure you were blushing as you stared at him, mouth hanging open as you searched for any words at all to say. "Something wrong, Maus? You look flustered." He teases with a crooked grin. He walks closer to you, still unable to tear your eyes away as you watch his muscles shift as he walks. He places a finger under your chin, tilting your face up so your eyes could meet his. "I'm not going to ask you to wear this to the party. But, indulge me, darling." He took your hand, helping you to your feet before guiding you over to a full length mirror. He stood behind you, hands resting on your waist as he allowed his gaze to travel over your smaller frame. "You look so beautiful." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"You don't look so bad yourself." You manage to get out through your flustered state, eyes meeting his in the reflection. You felt a gentle pull in your waist, Falk turning you around so he could look at you face to face. He carefully takes your chin between his fingers, gazing down at you with adoration filled eyes.

"Can I make you dinner tonight?" He asks softly. You nod slowly in response. His eyes drop to your lips. "Good, you sit back, relax, and let me take care of you Engel." He breathes out a laugh as he drinks up your expression. Your eyes wide, pupils blown, he could see you melt beneath his gaze. You found yourself perched on the counter next to him as he cooked.

"What is this called again?" You peered into the pan to try and get a look at what was making the absolutely delectable smell that had filled the kitchen.

"Rouladen, it's a dish my mother used to make a lot when I was younger." He took the utmost care in preparing this dish, it was apparent to you that this was a recipe that had been passed down through generations of his family, and he had decided that you were important enough to make it for. Your eyes drifted up to his face, a soft smile finding its way to your lips as you just took a moment to take in the sight of him; his hair slightly messy from changing our of his costume and into some more comfortable clothes, you noticed some of his ceremonial paint from the day prior smudged around his eyes, his eyebrows scrunched together slightly with intense focus as he waited for the perfect moment to remove your food from the pan. "What's that look for?" He chuckles, warm brown eyes finding yours.

"I just…" it took you a moment to find the words. "I'm really happy I get to spend time with you like this, that's all." He steps in front of you, placing his hands on the counter at your sides. He was so close. Closer than he had ever been before, one wrong shift in your movements and your lips would brush his.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course you can." You respond in a similar tone.

"Do you…" he paused, eyes leaving yours as you saw his computer crack slightly, he was nervous. "Do you want, Scheiße, ich hätte nicht gedacht, dass es so schwierig sein würde." He takes a deep breath, his gaze locking on you with a sudden burst of confidence. "I want to make things official between us. I'm sick of dancing around my feelings for you. I want to be with you, I have been for years, I just didn't know how-"

"Falk," you cut him off with a smile, knowing he was about to start rambling. You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I've been yours, I always have." Both of you remained frozen for a moment. Despite the mutual confession you were both still afraid that you would cross some unspoken line. But, dear god, did you want to kiss him. He swallows thickly, smiling at you as he turns back to the dinner he was preparing. He handed you your plate. "Danke." You watched a smirk flash across his features as he listened to you try and speak in his native tongue. He puts two large glasses of wine, handing one to you as he swirled his own idly.

"It's been a while since I've cooked this, I hope it turned out alright." He chuckles before taking a long sip of his drink.

"I'll be honest, I'm a sucker for a man that's a good cook." You grin at him over the edge of your wine glass. You spent the rest of the night cuddled up on his couch, talking about all the silly moments of your crushes on each other. "I was mortified!" You exclaim through a fit of laughter, your body feeling light yet sluggish from the wine.

"But you were adorable." He argued. "Besides, it's your fault for falling asleep in the library, what was I supposed to do? Leave you there?" You let your head fall forward, your forehead bumping into his shoulder as you tried to contain your laughter. "All I'm saying is I carried you in my arms, you had my shirt fisted in your hand like you were going to disappear if you let me go." He sucked in a deep breath, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "And when I finally got you back to your room, I got you tucked into bed, I was about to leave and you grabbed my hand… and in that sweet, sleepy voice of yours you asked me to stay." You smiled at the memory, it was one you remembered well.

"Not tonight sweetheart." You whispered the words he had told you that night outloud

"I wish I stayed." He chuckles. "Maybe it wouldn't have taken me years to finally put everything out in the open." You rest a hand on his cheek, thumb stroking languidly over his warm skin.

"We're here now and that's all that matters." He leans into your touch, a soft smile on his lips. You noticed the time, it was late. He had mass to lead in the morning and you had to finish up the final preparations for the party tomorrow evening. You stood, preparing to say your goodbyes for the night despite your reluctance to do so. "I should get going, we've both got busy days tomorrow." Falk took your hand in his, bringing your knuckles to his lips as he gently tugged you closer to him. His arm circled around your waist, his golden eyes finding yours in the dim light.

"Stay."

Despite his blunt phrasing it wasn't a command but a request. You could still hear the uncertainty in his voice, unsure of how you would respond. You smile up at him, pushing the fingers of your free hand through his hair. "Let's get to bed then." He suddenly scoops you up in his arms, causing you to let out a surprised yelp that quickly faded into a flustered giggle. He gently tossed you in the bed, your body bouncing off the mattress with a soft 'oof'. He dug through his drawers before tossing you one of his shirts. He turns away from you, allowing you a moment of privacy to change. You watched him as he peeled his shirt from my body and carelessly tossed it aside. The soft, black fabric fell just above your knees, you crawled under the covers as Falk came over to join you. Lying there side by side in the darkness honestly felt a bit strange at first. It was the first time you had shared a bed with someone that had no ulterior motive. You felt Falk's warm body shift closer to yours, his hand coming to rest on your hip, pausing a moment to rub his thumb in slow soothing motions. He didn't want to push you, but seeing your small form laying in his bed, completely at peace, he just wanted to hold you. His arm fully encircled your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your body fit against his perfectly, your fingers ghosting over his arm as you melted into his warmth.

"Goodnight, meine Mäuschen." He mumbles with a soft kiss to your cheek, the two of you drifting off into blissful, dreamless sleep.

You stirred awake as you felt Falk get out of bed, the orange glow of the early morning sunrise filling the room. "You're up so early." You croak, your voice still thick with sleep. Falk chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed, your body lulling into him as the mattress dips under his weight.

"Go back to sleep darling, I have to go prepare a few things for mass." He kisses your forehead, gently carding his fingers through your hair. "I'll be back soon." You hummed softly in response, watching him as he left the room. You slept for a while longer before deciding to get up. The old wooden floorboards creaked under your feet, you stood with a sleepy groan as you stretched your arms over your head. You jumped slightly as the door clicked open behind you, Falk quietly stepped in, a smile spreading across his face as he saw you awake. "Good morning." He leaned against the door frame, drinking in the sight of you; your hair messy, eyes still half lidded with sleep, his shirt clinging to the curves of your body, he had never seen something more beautiful. He strides over to you, wrapping you in his arms and holding you close. "I'm afraid I'll be busy for most of today."

"That's alright, I have to finish setting up for the party tonight." You let your head fall against his chest, memorizing the feeling of him being so close knowing you would miss him the second you parted ways. "I better not see you dressed as a priest tonight." You poke him in the chest, giving him a teasing grin. He chuckles, giving your waist a small squeeze.

"You won't, I promise." He kisses your forehead. "I'll see you tonight, darling, don't work too hard." He winks at you causing you to giggle.

"Have a good mass." You say as you reluctantly let him go. Normally you would be heading to attend the service yourself right now, but you had more pressing matters at hand. You got dressed, quickly going back to your room to get some of your work clothes before heading down to the great hall. The Siblings you asked to assist you with this project had already finished majority of the work, you just had to put on the finishing touches; making sure lights were hung up and were all working, decorations were placed exactly where you wanted them to be, the bar was stocked, the floor cleared, everything was perfect. You had just enough time to go back and get ready. You stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped loosely around your body as you looked over your costume options. Despite your earlier objections, you were being drawn to the sexy devil costume Falk had picked out. You gave in, slipping into the soft fabric, trying to get your hair and makeup just right before setting the pair of horns atop your head. "You look so beautiful." Falk's compliment rang in the back of your mind, bringing a smile to your lips. You took one final deep breath before heading down to the great hall to join everyone else. You managed to arrive fashionably late to your own party, looking around the room to hopefully find Falk.

"(Y/N)." You jumped as Roel's voice boomed behind you. You turned to find his smiling face towering behind you. "Another spectacular party." He compliments you with a small nod.

"Thank you Father." You look around once more. "Roel, have you seen Falk anywhere?"

"Did he finally ask you on a date?" He asks with a grin, you can't help but blush slightly as you nod in response. "Took him long enough." He teases playfully. He offers you his arm, "come on, I'll help you find him." You kept a firm grasp on Roel's arm, not wanting to get separated from him in the crowd. The room was close to max capacity, if you lost him you might not be able to find him again. "Ah, there he is!" He exclaims, waving his hand and pointing down at you. Your smile grew as you saw Falk making his way through the crowd to you. The moment he was in front of you Falk pulled you to him, giving you a swift kiss on the cheek. Roel chuckles, "well aren't you two cute with your matching costumes." You looked up at Falk. He wore a simple black suit, some of his ceremonial paint still on his face, with a matching pair of red horns on top of his head. The moment you noticed you were in fact matching you broke out in a fit of laughter.

"You decided to come as a devil too, huh?" He looks down at you, realizing what you were wearing.

"You said you weren't going to wear the devil costume!" He exclaims with a boisterous laugh. "One of us had to be the sexy devil, I thought it had to be me." His arm slides around your waist.

"Have fun you two, you've earned it." Roel waves as he heads off through the crowd.

"You look stunning Mäuschen." He grins, taking your hand in his and swaying you to the music.

"You're one to talk." You smirk up at him. He pauses, removing one of his rings and slipping it onto your finger. You gave him a questioning glance.

"You'll have to wear that until I can find a suitable replacement." He chuckles.

"What are you talking about?" You ask through a flustered giggle.

"I told you." You get lost in his eyes as he steps closer to you, one arm wrapping around your waist as the other tenderly cradles your face. His eyes dart down to your lips. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your eyes slid shut as his lips found yours. Your breath froze in your lungs as your mind went completely blank. The loud chatter of the party around you faded away, leaving you with the feelings of his hands on your body and his lips pressed firmly to yours. Your hands fisted in his jacket, wanting him as close to you as possible. You both pulled back as you grew breathless. Falk's eyes met yours, glowing gold in the low light. "I'm going to marry you, Schatz."

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[randomalistic]

Rewatched Princess and the Frog tonight: it’s got some GREAT moments, but it’s overall just fine. (With a few glaring issues but . Yeah 💚)

Ok first off the visuals are really great. I’m still sad Disney basically destroyed their 2D animation department after this movie. And also Pooh but whatever. The characters are so expressive and it’s really cool :)

I especially liked this style change during one of the songs :] it was unique!

Very beautiful visually and it focuses on being extravagant and fun! Which yknow sometimes you need something like that. But it’s also really really. Really surface level and sanitized 1920s New Orleans. Cuz like yeah it’s a Disney movie- they obviously care more about making it child appropriate than time period accurate

It had this whole ‘it doesn’t matter if you’re Black or white we’re all equal!’ thing going on and?? Pretending racism doesn’t exist outside of MAYBE TWO LINES is kind of fucked especially when your movie discusses class differences with rich Prince Naveen (who is from a made up country also) and working class Tiana. This is definitely an issue they could’ve dove more into but they were like. “Nooooo only a few white guys landlords are bad and rude... The black guy chef was also mean to her !” THATS VERY STRANGE. STOP PRETENDING LIKE ITS A “BOTH SIDES CAUSE THE PROBLEM” ISSUE GUHHHHHHHH

Not to mention Tiana is an absolute workaholic and they never really explicitly denounce that as a bad thing. Like sure Naveen is like "maybe you should chill out more" but she was working TWO JOBS AT ONCE, BARELY SLEEPS, and almost NEVER spends time for herself 😭 And it doesn't affect her performance at all?? Maybe Shes Just Awesome But IDK. They frame it as "shes such a hard worker! and if you work hard, everything will turn out ok!" which is a nice sentiment but not realistic. It being a kids movie doesnt make it exempt from criticsm cuz little kids watching it might get the expectation that working yourself to the bone is normal, when in reality that can be really dangerous. Basically Tiana Deserves A Fuckign Break

Anyways im dissing this movie way too much LOL. It does a lot right but I'm only focusing on the issues </3 I really admire Tiana's perseverance despite being overworked as Fuck and her ability to refocus on what's important to her, that being her family and her restaurant. ❤️ Also the whole ‘turning black person into cute marketable creature” trope thing unfortunately tries to push that issue away even further. So basically this movie follows a lot of bad tropes and the 2nd half when they become frogs slows the movie down quite a bit. Not that it was bad, it was just a different direction that was Arguably Less Interesting. although it gets points for being furry media (technically) I will not deny that.

this movie is 20% about a working class black woman facing adversity and 80% about frog romance. sorry

woaht the fuck theres4 of them

Best character alert?!?!!⚠️⚠️⚠️ Like yeah obviously it’s Dr Facilier he sort of carries the whole movie. EASILY the best musical number of the whole film and Friends on the Other Side is one of the best Disney villain songs PERIOD!!!!

(THIS MIDDLE GIF IS FUCKIJG INSANE.)

You can tell they had so much fucking fun making this scene and I love that so much 💚💜

Sentient evil shadow that can interact with the real world?? Cool as FUCK. Shady deals with the shadow realm that inevitably turn against him?? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!!!!!! WHAT A COOL DEATH… Although there is the fact his black magic is a wide & inaccurate mishmash of different cultural practices to make him appear more Spooky and Evil TM. Is he good representation ? Who am I to say. People love him anyways.

(Maybe it was done that way to make him appear like a ‘Jack of all trades’ or like he’s dabbling in multiple practices when he’s not supposed to, getting him in dangerous business with the “shadow realm.” But that still doesn’t justify it)

Very petty complaint but i was watching this together with my friend who does tarot. As far as I know, NONE of his tarot cards Make Real Sense or have any correlating meaning with what number they are (except for The Tower, which was when he said Naveen’s funds were low.) it’s not like the average audience member knows tarot, but would’ve been cool if they went that extra mile :’)

Louis was perfect and I have no complaints. Just a big goofy guy AND he’s so talented ! 2nd best character easily

Ok. OKAY FINE I ended up liking Ray more than I expected. [BOOOOOOOOOOO] HEY. I’m just saying He was a happy little fellow. I might be stupid. I don’t think he ever Caused Problems for the main cast which would’ve made him more annoying . But also how wasn’t he Squashed to a pulp LOL. YOU LITERALLY HEAR HIM SQUISH … THEY SHOULDVE HAD A SHOT WITH HIS GUTS EVERYWGERE ON THE PAVEMENT !!!!!! 🙄 I was not attached to him but I didn’t hate him.

(Gif of him dying infintely anyways)

ALSO bro selfships with a star. And after death him becoming the star next to it … 🥺IM SO EASY.

Those 3 slapstick frog hunters were an absolutely useless threat. Facilier’s shadows were JUST established to be after them and that was enough of a threat!! The hunters ONLY existed for cheap comic relief and for Naveen and Tiana to bond and become heterosexual frogs 💔 WORST CHARACTERS !!!!!!!!!! I HATE CHILDREN’S MOVIES !!!!!!!!!

Naveen kind of sucks but at least he learned how to suck less through mincing mushrooms <3 yeah that’s called a character arc 😲’if I can learn how to mince you can learn how to dance’ IT WAS SORT OF CUTEE OK.

Ok I’m getting tired. Bird critique: when they arrived in the bayou for the first time they played Laughing Kookaburra calls. No offense but I dont think this native Australian bird belongs in southern Louisiana and It’s Actually Quite Lost

Anyways the movie is FINE. I probably wouldn’t rewatch it but Dr Facilier is awesome Also i watched this video and i liked it teehee

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[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 19: I Know Your Secret

~The Man Cave~

It was safe to say that for Henry, shit was going down. It had been a normal school day: lessons, copious amounts of homework, Jasper being strange and a note in his locker. Not a cute, love letter from a girl in his class, nope, it was some creepy note saying that someone in school "knew Henry's secret and what he did on Wednesday night". Spooky.

Henry and Charlotte had rushed out of school and raced to the Man Cave, where they hoped that Ray, (y/n) and Schwoz would know what to do. He only had one secret and that was his secret alias as Kid Danger, meaning that someone had figured it out and now his job working for Captain Man was in danger. 

"And your one hundred percent sure you didn't tell anyone?" Ray asked his sidekick as he paced around the room and Henry sat on the couch. He was freaking out, if someone knew about Henry then that meant the kid was at risk and so was he. Schwoz was busy scanning the letter to see if he could ascertain who created it, but the beeping of the machine just made Ray more nervous.

"I told nobody!" Henry swore, knowing that he took his oath to Ray very seriously. He'd never divulge his secret willy-nilly because that was one way of a bad guy coming and killing him and his family.

"Have you sent any emails or texts messages where you mentioned that you were Kid Danger?" Ray pressed further, making (y/n) roll her eyes. If Henry said he'd told no one, then he meant no one and that extended to electronic communication.

"Oh wait, yeah, last week, I did stand on my roof naked and yelled "Hey, everybody! Look at me! I'm Henry Hart and I'm Kid Danger!" The boy shouted sarcastically, causing (y/n) to giggle as the joke went over Ray's head.

"You did that naked?" He exclaimed in confusion, taking Henry's words literally. 

"I think he was being sarcastic, Ray." (y/n) pointed out, hitting his arm as she rolled her eyes again. Her best friend was looking extra dashing today, with a white, palm tree-print shirt that stood out against his tanned skin. God, he was hot and it made her pouty knowing that she couldn't kiss him like she wanted to.

"Oh, he's joking. This is joke time for you? I'm sorry, are you Jimmy Fallon? Hey, later on, are you gonna get some tacos with Questlove?" Ray snapped at his sidekick, which made the young woman stand in front of him so he'd back off.

"Okay, calm down and stop being a dick." She told him sternly and seeing her grumpy with him made him calm down a bit. He didn't want to fall out with her, not when things had been going so great between them in the past few weeks. 

"I don't see why you're mad at me," Henry commented, not realising that he was poking the bear. Geez, he really knew how to undo all of (y/n)'s hard work of calming Ray down.

"Dude, if anyone knows you're Kid Danger, they can follow you here, they can come down here and figure out I'm Captain Man and (y/n)'s Miss Danger." The large man stressed, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch. Just the thought of some evil psycho coming into his home and threatening his girl set him on edge. What if she was alone when she was attacked? He'd never get over losing her, especially if he hadn't been around to protect her like he was supposed to.

"Oh, so this is all about you?" Henry asked indignantly, giving his boss a cold, knowing look. His gaze briefly flicked to (y/n), who was trying to keep everything from erupting, but it was no use. Ray knew Henry was taking a jibe at him for worrying about (y/n) and not him, which didn't go down very well with the man or the boy.

"No!... It's mostly about (y/n)." Ray confessed, making his sidekick groan. Henry chuckled bitterly as the young woman frowned. Why was she getting dragged into this?

"Me? Why me?" She questioned, sitting on the back of the sofa as she gave her best friend a puzzled look. 

"Because, I'm indestructible and if someone was to come down here, you'd be at risk." He explained, confusing her even further. She looked at Henry for an answer, but he had been sworn to silence. He desperately wanted to tell her that Ray was unbelievably protective over her, more than she could ever see, but if he did, he'd break his promise. 

"Uh, hello? Super regeneration? I'm a superhero too...sort of." (y/n) argued, folding her arms as she challenged Ray. He didn't want to argue about this though, he'd never tell her, but she was too precious to put in harm's way and he wasn't certain that her power could protect her as well as he could.

"Ahhhh! I got it! I got something!" Schwoz suddenly shouted, making the three on the couch drop their quarrelling instantly. This was more like it, answers, not secrets.

"What'd you find?" Henry asked as they sat up, but Ray and all of his hyperactivity were already leaping up off the sofa and sprinting towards the genius.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! What'd you find? What'd you find?" He rambled, his muscles twitching with anticipation. It was funny to see such a huge man filled with so much energy, but that was Ray all over.

"You're so hyper, calm down." (y/n) teased him as she and Henry came over to Schwoz's equipment too. You wouldn't think that they were in the thick of an argument only seconds earlier, especially when Ray chuckled and put his arm around her waist.

"I scanned the note with this biometric particle scanner--" Schwoz started to explain, waving his crazy science stick scanner thing around.

"Right." The superhero duo nodded, watching with curiosity. They had no idea how the science worked, but if listening made Schwoz go faster, they'd do it.

"And now, you see, on this note, I found some DNA--" The small man carried on, but once again, his foreign accent was thick and indecipherable for Henry and Ray to understand.

"DN-eish?" The kid repeated as he tried to work it out in his head. In his view, Schwoz should've come with subtitles sometimes, especially when it came to important stuff like this.

"DNA. You know, the molecular acid that makes up our biochemistry?" (y/n) clarified. He wasn't that hard to understand, but maybe she had the unfair advantage of working with Schwoz on numerous engineering projects over the years. 

"And the person who created this note is...Henry Hart?!" Schwoz gasped in horror as the database found a match and Ray snapped his head to the boy. Was this all some big prank?

"What?" Ray breathed out and guided (y/n) away from the boy, thinking he could've turned evil or something. That idea was ridiculous and the young woman smacked the hands pulling her by the hips. 

"You, idiots! Henry isn't some evil mastermind!" She snapped and the boy was glad that someone intelligent was on his side.

"Dude, of course, my DNA is on the note, I brought it here! It was in my hands!" Henry hissed, making Schwoz gulp. Oops, a small mistake on his part.

"Oh, yeah..." He said nervously, realising that he'd made a slight error and then accused Henry of being a liar.

"Oh yeah! At least (y/n) knows I wouldn't fake it!" He snapped and patted the woman on the shoulder as the men sheepishly looked off to the side. Oh well, at least they knew now, no harm, no foul, right?

~Later that evening, Henry's room~

So, Piper was running an illegal tanning salon from the living room of Henry's house. Only Piper would think of something so crazy. Poor Henry had been forced to retreat to the sanctity of his room to get away from all the bright orange weirdos running around the house, but now, he had peace at last. 

Turning on the light, he took a sip of his soda and turned around to see Jasper, holding a sign. It read "I know your secret". Oh shit, maybe peace was the wrong word, panic was looking better. 

"That's right, Henry, I know," Jasper smirked, making Henry spit out all the soda in his mouth and then drop the glass bottle. Oh, dear God, how was he going to get out of this?

"Uh...uh--I..." Henry couldn't move his tongue or anything for that matter. His entire body was numb with shock and probably a good amount of fear as he stared at his best friend. This was bad, very, very bad.

"You know, you're not saying actual words," Jasper told him as he stood up and stepped down the stairs on Henry's ledge. He sounded so cocky and confident and it made Henry's knees wobble.

"So, you left the note in my locker?" Henry question, his mind racing at what he was going to do about Jasper knowing his greatest secret. What would Ray say?

"Uh-huh. 'Cause I know your secret." The curly-haired boy pointed to each word on his sign.

"Oh, man." Henry breathed out, feeling all the blood in his face drain away. He felt like he was gonna pass out at some point as he was feeling remarkably lightheaded. 

"Come on, Hen. How long did you think you could keep that kind of secret from your best friend?" Jasper asked him, making Henry stumble and stutter. The kid wasn't known for his amazing detective skills, so Henry was certain that he would never find out. That wasn't the case.

"Charlotte knows," Henry said nonchalantly, not thinking about the fact that he had two best friends.

"I meant me!" Jasper snapped.

"Ohhh, right, right, eight, I didn't mean--" He tried to excuse, but his friend was already offended.

"--Wait, wait, Charlotte knows?" He yelled, making Henry concerned about whoever could be listening. His house was full of strangers, any of which could walk in and hear them and then, the whole of Swellview would know. Henry slammed his bedroom door shut before turning back to his friend with a deadly serious expression.

"Look...you can't tell anyone about this, ever. As my friend, you gotta promise never to tell anyone." He told him, looking into his eyes so his message would carry more weight. This was the ultimate test of their friendship and Henry had to be sure that Jasper was trustworthy.

"If we're such "good friends", how come I had to find out the truth about you in the street?" Jasper asked harshly, which confused the blond boy greatly. Were they on the same page here?

"'Cause...I--I--" He stuttered, irritating Jasper again.

"Still not words!" The teen yelled, but it broke Henry out of his word-paralysis, so it wasn't all bad.

"Gah! If only he knew that he wasn't in danger at all, but he was about to be.

~Downstairs~

"Hey, what's that?" Piper asked Charlotte as the dark-haired girl walked past her. 

"Oh, just lemonade." Charlotte smiled at her, but her pleasant face soon dropped into a frown when Piper smiled and took it off her. Tanning the entire neighbourhood was thirsty work and the little girl was below taking other people's drinks.

"So, don't you love how busted Henry is?" Piper asked after gulping the lemonade. It was news to Charlotte and it made her forget about her stolen drink.

"What-What do you mean?" The older girl asked, suddenly feeling very uneasy. She didn't like where this was going.

"Jasper found out! You know! Henry's secret!" Piper squealed, but Charlotte wasn't excited by the "juicy" gossip, she was terrified. 

"Wait, you know. about it?" She asked in a fearful tone, but Piper just carried on smiling. Oh god, this thing was getting more and more complicated by the minute.

"Sure!" The girl confirmed in a happy tone, loving that Henry was gonna be in so much shit over this, especially since Jasper was Swellview's biggest drama queen.

"How?!" Charlotte gasped, thinking that this was now becoming a much bigger problem than the Man Cave team had first anticipated.

"Jasper told me. Henry should've waited for Jasper to go see that movie." Piper shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her or Charlotte's lemonade. Wait a second...

"Whoa, wait, wait, wait. What movie?" Charlotte asked and a new, darker fear gripped her. 

"Henry promised Jasper that he'd go see Galaxy Wars 10 with him on Saturday night." Piper sighed and rolled her eyes. All she ever did was explain the latest gossip to people and repeating the same story over and over again was getting pretty boring for her.

"Yeah..." Charlotte winced, not liking where this was going.

"But my mom was dying to see it on opening night, so she took Henry with her to see it on Wednesday and then Jasper found out," Piper explained, but Charlotte felt like she was gonna throw up.

"And Jasper thinks that's Henry's secret? That he saw Galaxy Wars 10 without him?" She asked incredulously. Of course, Jasper would have the wrong end of the stick and now, Henry was in deep danger of telling him the wrong thing. Sweet cheese.

"Yeah. What? What other secret does Henry have?" Piper frowned, not knowing that her brother had so much to hide. If only she knew...

"I don't know, none...nothing. I don't know--what?" Charlotte panicked as the situation dawned on her. She needed to tell Henry right now before he made the biggest error of judgement ever.

~Henry's room~

"I would've told you but--" Henry tried to argue, but Jasper was firmly set in the idea that it was just a movie, nothing major. 

"I don't need to hear a bunch of excuses." He sighed, not seeing that Henry was going on about something much bigger than some dumb movie.

"I just need you to understand I--" Henry was cut off as his whiz watch began to flash and beep, but he didn't think that he needed to hide it from Jasper anymore. Oh god.

"Well, I guess I don't need to hide this from you anymore." He sighed and flipped the cover of the watch open and Jasper shrieked at the sight of Captain Man's and Miss Danger's hologram over his wrist.

"Hey, it's me." He greeted as Jasper freaked out. What was going on?

"Hey, kid. We have a little emergency." Ray announced, but he couldn't see how Jasper was gasping and hyperventilating just out of shot.

"Yeah, no kidding." Henry nodded, confused as to why Jasper was so affected by the sight of Captain Man and Miss Danger if he already knew about everything. Maybe it was just the excitement.

"Looks like the Malachi Brothers broke out of jail and they're headed for the demolition derby." (y/n) explained, also not realising what was going down. She just thought it was gonna be another normal night of kicking ass with her not-boyfriend and honourary little brother. 

"Okay, meet you in the Man Cave." Henry smacked away Jasper's hand as he tried to touch the hologram. He needed to listen to his boss's instructions, didn't he understand that?

"Nah, we'll hop in the Mancopter and we'll pick you up on the way to the derby," Ray explained as Jasper carried on freaking out. Holy cow, it was the actual Captain Man and his latest sidekick and they were talking to his best friend!

"Copy that." Henry closed the watch cooly, but Jasper was anything but calm. He was shaking with adrenaline and excitement from what he had just witnessed.

"That was Captain Man and Miss Danger! As a hologram! Calling you!" He yelled, punching out each statement like he was trying to overcome his rushing emotions just so he could speak.

"Yeah," Henry confirmed nonchalantly, wondering why this was a big shock to him. He knew he was Kid Danger, why was he so taken by Ray calling him?

~Downstairs~

"So Jasper left the note in Henry's locker." Charlotte seethed, feeling so annoyed with him and his stupid dramatic ways of riling up his friends. Any normal person would just send a text or something, but not Jasper, he sent an ominous letter.

"Mm-hmm." Piper nodded, sipping more of the lemonade. 

"Oh, man! I gotta go tell Henry!" Charlotte exclaimed, rushing to climb the stairs, but a hand on her arm pulled her back. 

"Wait!" Piper interjected, and she whipped around, thinking that there was another piece to the puzzle.

"I'm done with this glass." She smiled, making Charlotte accept it with a disgruntled face. She discarded it on the coffee table and sprinted to the stairs. She only prayed that she wasn't too late.

~Henry's room~

Fumbling behind one of the canvas prints on his wall, Henry pulled out his hidden gumball tube and held it in his hand as Jasper rambled in confusion.

"But I still don't understand how you were talking to a hologram of Captain Man and Miss Danger on your own watch!" Jasper freaked out. This was all too much for him and Henry didn't know that he had made a colossal mistake. Or how he was about to make another one.

"Yeah, I don't know how it works. Schwoz does and (y/n), you can ask them." The boy told his friend as he opened the gum tube and moved into the middle of the room

"What's a Schwoz?" Jasper asked, more taken by the odd name than by the mention of one of Henry's bosses at Junk-N-Stuff. 

"Wait, what's that?" Jasper asked again as Henry chewed his gum. Oh shit, things were about to get crazy.

"I'm gonna blow a bubble," Henry smirked, thinking that he was doing the right thing.

"You're gonna blow a bubble?" Jasper repeated in confusion. 

"I'm gonna blow your mind." Henry quipped, remembering that those were the exact words that Ray had spoken to him before he revealed himself to be Captain Man. Geez, that felt like a lifetime ago. 

Henry blew the bubble and it popped, transforming him into Kid Danger and blowing Jasper's mind. Well, the secret was out. 

"How do I look?" He smiled at his speechless friend. This was the biggest thing that had ever happened to him. Henry was Kid Danger? What the actual fuck?

"Jasper left the note!" Charlotte screamed and burst into the room and her eyes widened at what she saw. Henry in his. uniform and Jasper looking pasty and mil-bottle white. Oh god.

"I know," Henry said cooly, thinking Charlotte was just being. slow.

"But--hi, Jasper. Why's Jasper's mouth hanging open? And why are you dressed like that in front of Jasper?!" Charlotte screamed, letting out her fear at what had obviously taken place. Ray and (y/n) were not gonna like this. 

"YOU'RE KID DANGER!" Jasper screamed at the top of his lungs, making Henry look at him weirdly. Hadn't they. already established that?

"Yeah. You knew that---ooh! Jasper fell asleep." Henry trailed off as Jasper collapsed on the floor unconscious. Poor kid, he'd just found ut his best friend was the sidekick of Swellview's best crimefighter, there was no wonder why he fainted.

"No, he fainted!" Charlotte corrected, feeling so irritated with Henry that she felt like screaming. Why did he always have to go overboard? If only he had waited a few more minutes, this mess would never have taken place.

"Why?" Henry scoffed, thinking that his friend was being dumb again. He wasn't the dumb one though, he was. 

"Because he didn't know you're Kid Danger. He thought that your secret was that you saw Galaxy Wars 10 without him." She explained, leaving Henry as pale as Jasper and with his mouth hanging open. Yeah, that was his second colossal mistake.

"Well, how'd he find that out?!" Henry recovered and focused on the wrong bit. The whole Kid Danger part was his main priority.

"WHO CARES? You showed Jasper that you're Kid Danger!" Charlotte snapped and Henry looked down at his costume, then at Jasper, then at himself again and then back to Charlotte. 

"AW, GEEZ!" He whimpered as his heart began to pound in his ears. This was his worst nightmare. Jasper was a terrible secret keeper and Ray had been firm about. him keeping his oath.

"What are we gonna do?" Charlotte shrieked, fearing for Captain Man's safety and the security of her job. She was gonna be screwed for this. 

"I--gah!" Henry gasped as his larger holo-caller began to buzz.

"It's Ray and (y/n)!" Charlotte told him, although he had already guessed that.

"I know it's Ray and (y/n)!" He hissed and put the hologram device down on the ledge so he could talk to the couple face to face. He answered the call and they appeared in the room and the kids hoped they didn't look too nervous.

"Heyyyy!" Well, that wasn't a convincing greeting and Henry's fidgeting didn't help either. 

"Hey, it's us, Ray and (y/n)." He replied, even though it was clear who they were.

"I know it's you guys!" The boy snapped, but the adults brushed off his prickly behaviour.

"The cops captured the Malachi Brothers so there's no more emergency." (y/n) smiled, failing to see how clammy Henry had gone through the fuzziness of the hologram. 

"Uhhhh, maybe there is," Henry told them, bracing himself for the biggest ass-whooping of his life. Maybe he'd lose his job.

"What-what does that mean?" Ray asked, sensing. that something was off.

"Henry, are you all right? You look a bit peaky." (y/n) squinted at the boy's little face and on a closer inspection, she could just about make out how he was shuffling and sweating as he talked to them.

"Uh, just you better come over here." Henry groaned, feeling like he was about to have an aneurysm or a heart attack.

"And bring the memory wiper!" Charlotte added, making (y/n) and Ray gawp at the teenagers.

"Guys, what's happ--" Henry ended the call before he had to explain himself. It was rude, but at least this way he'd have five minutes to come up with a story. Or, you know, book a flight to Argentina so he could live out the rest of his days in hiding. 

Jasper stirred on the carpet and Charlotte nudged Henry when she heard his groaning. Not taking any chances, the kid whipped out his laser control and shot a green laser at his friend. If he was unconscious, he couldn't do any harm.

~10 minutes later~

As soon as the couple had arrived, the room had descended into chaos, adults versus kids.

"You took an oath!"

"It's not my fault!"

"It was your job to make sure nobody else found out!" 

"SHUT IT!" (y/n) piercing scream echoed through the room and the bickering ceased. The silence was smothering and tangible, like Ray's fury was embedded into it. He was pissed off, disappointed, gutted, all the emotions expected of a man who felt betrayed. He had trusted Henry and now, he was standing in the kid's bedroom, having just learnt that he "accidentally" told a teenager, notorious for being a blabber-mouth, that he was Kid Danger. Give him strength.

"Bucket boy is waking up." The young woman pointed to Jasper, who was mumbling himself into consciousness, probably affected by all the shouting. (y/n) had to admit, she was a little disappointed too with how the kids had handled everything, but the past was the past and now, they had to deal with the problem at hand. 

Well, they would deal with it in a bit. Ray and Henry both shot another green laser at Jasper, sending him back to dreamland. It made sense to come up with a plan first, this was a particularly sensitive issue after all. Henry turned his back on Ray and looked guiltily at the door and floor as he thought about what to say. 

"Look...it's just too dangerous to let anyone else know who we are or where the Man Cave is," Ray spoke for him, his voice low and serious. He knew it wasn't fair for the boy, he deserved a normal life, so did Charlotte and (y/n), but this was their life, fighting bad guys in complete secrecy. If too many people knew who he was, his life and everyone he loved would be in danger and he couldn't risk that, he wouldn't. 

"He's right. It's not fair or kind and it sucks, but we have to keep Captain Man's secret safe. All of us, no matter what." (y/n) told Henry, her eyes sad and understanding, since she knew what he was going through. It wasn't the first time they'd erased someone's memory, there'd been friends, family, so many who figured out the secret and just had to forget. She knew it was cruel but his life was her life and she'd resigned herself to dealing the bad in exchange for all the wonder he brought with all the difficulty. 

"And that means...we have to erase Jasper's memory." Ray picked up the memory wiper and the sight of the machine turned Henry's mouth dry. It was less of a machine or a cool gadget, more of a weapon now, something that was going to take his best friend away from him.

"But when you zap someone's brain with that thing, doesn't it erase all their memories?" Charlotte asked, eyeing the invention with a pained expression.

"Well, not all. He'll still remember how to breathe and eat and...that's about it." Ray's words weren't much comfort, they made the teens feel worse. Lose Jasper? He was annoying and sweaty and way too whiny sometimes, but he was also loveable and selfless and most importantly, their friend. And he was waking up, the time was near.

"It's not an exact science, we can't pick and choose what we erase. We just have to get rid of everything to ensure our survival because secrecy is how we survive. I'm sorry, guys." (y/n) gulped, wrapping her arms around herself at the thought of what they were about to do. Losing a friend was hard but like this? It was cruel and cold-hearted and something she hated about her job and the life she had chosen.

"Hey...can I at least have a few minutes alone with him before you...y'know, wipe his brain? I mean, we've been friends ever since we were five. Wouldn't you want to say goodbye to (y/n) if she had to forget?" Henry asked, hoping he could appeal to Ray's kindness and it worked. Ray couldn't imagine the pain of saying goodbye to his best friend and making her forget how special she was to him, so he agreed immediately.

"Sure thing, kid." Ray nodded solemnly as (y/n) blinked back tears and put her hand on his arm. 

"Where do you want us to go?" Charlotte asked softly, understanding that Henry needed one last time to goof around and bond with his best friend. 

"Closet?" They all looked at him with apprehension at the prospect of all three of them being squished into the tight space.

"Come on. There you go." He pointed to the room and they all begrudgingly stepped in. Hey, at least Ray had an excuse to get all close with (y/n) in there, even if Charlotte would be gagging the entire time.

Jasper moaned loudly and slowly got to his feet as his head pounded.

"Ugh, what happened?" He asked and turned to see Henry still dressed like Kid Danger.

"I, uh, I zapped you, accidentally." Henry lied, but at seeing Jasper's confused face, his resolve broke. His heart was breaking at the notion of losing his oldest friend and he peeled his mask from his face so he could look him in the eye and see the recognition on his face. What would it be like to see Jasper looking at him like he was a stranger?

"Wow! I can't believe this...my best friend is Kid Danger!" Jasper gasped happily, but his excitement just made Henry tear up more.

"Dude...listen, I wanted to tell you...a long time ago, but I took an oath." Henry told him, feeling guilty that he had been lying to Jasper for over a year.

"I totally get it." The curly-haired boy smiled, letting go of any hurt that he felt about the big lie. He understood that Henry had to keep himself safe and he'd rather be unknowing than have his best friend hurt.

"Thanks. And you know, it's--" Henry breathed out, not expecting him to take it so well, but he had to quickly shut the closet door as Ray peeked out with the memory wiper ready to fire. 

"Give me a minute!" He snapped to the man as he stuck his face through the gap, shoving Ray away from the door.

"Hurry up!" Ray hissed, getting antsy at how he was not only letting a boy walk around with his secrets but also at how he had (y/n) pressed against him with her back to his chest. God, her ass felt sinfully delicious pressed against his lower half and it was a real struggle for him to keep himself calm.

"Raymond, shut up!" The young woman threw her elbow back so it caught him in the gut. She wanted Henry to say his goodbyes properly since she never got to say hers to the friends and family she'd lost.

"Who?" Jasper pointed at the closet in confusion as he wondered who his friend was talking to. He'd never imagine that it was Captain Man, Miss Danger and Charlotte waiting to wipe his brain of everything he knew.

"Hey...huh. Remember this?" Henry distracted him with a photo of him and Jasper as little kids. They looked so young and it was another reminder of how their friendship had stood the test of time.

"Sure. You and me at Camp Tomahawk." Jasper smiled fondly at the memory and accepted the picture from Henry. Good times.

"Yep. We were cute, huh?" Henry joked, feeling like he was losing a part of himself. Jasper had always been there for him, what would he do without him?

"Hey, remember that time at the archery range, when Billy Brody started beating me up and you jumped in to help me?" Jasper chuckled at how his scrawny best friend had come to his rescue, even though Bill Brody was twice his size.

"Yep and we both got beat up," Henry recalled and they both giggled at how dumb they were. 

"I'll never forget that," Jasper promised Henry, but the boy looked away to the closet door with a broken expression. Oh, the irony; in about five minutes, he would forget it and everything else they'd done together.

"Well..." Henry gulped, not knowing how to break it to him.

"You've always been a good friend to me...Kid Danger. I'm proud of you." Jasper told him with his hand on Henry's shoulder, making the boy freeze. His best friend put the picture back where it belonged and Henry knew that he couldn't lose a friend, especially if they were Jasper because he was the best friend a guy could ever have,

"That's it. Ray, Charlotte, (y/n), get out here!" Henry shouted and the three awkwardly stepped out of the closet, shocking Jasper as he saw his idols. 

"Captain Man! And Miss Danger! Wow, they're right here in your room!" He exclaimed, quaking with excitement as (y/n) gave him a small wave and a sad smile. Poor kid, ignorance is bliss.

"Uh, I'm here too," Charlotte added, but Jasper just shoved her out the way so he could get close to his favourite superhero and his new favourite superheroine. 

"We're not doing this," Henry told Ray firmly, refusing to let go of his best friend.

"We have to do it," Ray whispered to him sternly, which made Henry's emotions run wild as he looked between the man and (y/n), who seemed to be conflicted. 

"No! I'm not letting you erase Jasper's brain!" The teen stated, which made Jasper pause and think about what he said. They wanted to do what to his what now?

"Uh, what?" He asked, gulping at the thought of Captain Man messing with his brain or something.

"Don't worry about it." Charlotte brushed it off, thinking that he wouldn't have to worry about anything after they erased his memories.

"Henry, he could tell anyone and I know he's a sweet kid, but he might let it slip accidentally." (y/n) tried to explain to the boy, even though she knew that he realised that. Henry knew the risks and how Ray was trying his hardest to keep them to a minimum.

"I'll never tell anybody!" Jasper promised, knowing that this was Henry's biggest secret and his unyielding loyalty to his friend meant he'd never divulge it.

"Oh, really? What if some big, bad, evil criminal captures you and threatens to cut all your toes off if you don't tell him everything you know?" Ray asked him, making Jasper think about the scenario.

"I'd tell him everything I know." He said, not realising that he'd said the wrong answer and he was just proving himself to be untrustworthy in Ray's eyes.

"Dude!" Henry sighed, thinking that it would take a miracle to convince Ray otherwise now. 

"My toes! What am I without my toes?!" Jasper whined, making his situation worse. At this rate, he'd be sat on his doorstep with no memory whatsoever in the next twenty minutes.

"Henry, he's a security risk." Ray turned to his sidekick, who just shook his head. Even (y/n) didn't like calling Jasper that, he was a person and Henry's friend, they should at least be nice about him when he was in the room.

"No, we leave Jasper the way he is or else,...I can't be Kid Danger anymore." Henry swallowed, but stayed strong as he offered Ray the ultimatum.

"Henry..." Charlotte started, worried at how reckless her friend was being. She could understand why, but it seemed so drastic.

"You're not gonna quit being Kid Danger," Ray whispered to him, thinking he could call Henry's bluff, despite the sincerity in the boy's voice.

"I don't wanna quit, but...if you're gonna erase all the memories from my oldest friend's brain...then I don't want this anymore." Henry offered his gum tube to Ray, who looked at it and then at Jasper. 

"Henry, are you sure?" (y/n) asked him, tentatively taking a step forward so she could look the boy in the eye and gauge his honesty.

"Yeah...how long have you known Ray?" Henry asked her with a steady voice as the young woman took no time at all to answer him.

"Almost nine years." She whispered at the same time as Ray, making their eyes snap to look at each other. It didn't feel like that though; the time had gone by so quickly and they'd gone from strength to strength, strangers to the best of friends and now they were on the verge of becoming lovers if they already weren't. Nine years of falling in love and they'd hadn't even made a move.

"Would you forget him if you had to?" Henry looked her in the eye and he didn't need to hear the answer, he already knew. 

"I'd rather never see him again than lose our friendship." She murmured, staring at the floor so no one could see her tears. Just the thought of being no one to him, just another face on the street was heartbreaking to her, because she'd gotten so used to being the first face he saw in the morning and the one he told everything to. She never wanted to lose that privilege. 

"Ray, would you give up being Captain Man for (y/n)?" The boy asked his boss, not knowing the answer this time. He knew he loved her more than himself, but being a superhero was everything to Ray. It was his life's work, everything he'd trained for since he was a boy, could he give it up just for one person? (y/n) froze as she expected him to say that Captain man always came first, the mantra that had been drilled into her since the beginning, but...

"Yes. Yes, I would. She's my best friend." Ray swallowed, smiling gently at the woman as she stared at him in shock. Really? Her? He'd leave the superhero life behind just so they'd stay friends? 

Of course, he would. He'd follow her anywhere if she let him and he'd resigned himself to being like that nine years ago when she beat the ass of some lowlife criminal in a cafe. She did Captain Man's job for him and he'd fallen in love with a woman who taught him more and made him feel more than he'd ever imagined. Without her, he was loveless and merciless, he wasn't Captain Man.

"I'm not gonna watch my best friend forget me...you wouldn't, I can't either," Henry told Ray, who stared at the gum tube that was still being offered to him. He had a choice to make.

"Gahhh, put that back in your pants." Ray sighed, making everyone frown at him.

"Wait, does that mean you're saying that--" Charlotte started, but Ray didn't want to hear everything spelled out, he was already annoyed that he was accepting another child into his workplace.

"Yes, yes, yes! Jasper can keep his stupid brain the way it is." He gave in and wandered across the room to avoid the delighted smiles of his friends and the bucket boy.

"Really?" Jasper gasped, ecstatic at what Captain man was implying. (y/n) gazed at her best friend with a proud, loving smile and seeing her so happy almost made the pain of having Jasper around forever worth it. Almost. 

"Yes! I've said yes five times now." Ray rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as Jasper's excitement irritated him.

"Wow! This is amazing!" He squealed and grinned at Henry and Charlotte, who understood his excitement. Now, they'd all get to hang out together with no secrets. Life was good.

"Just take it easy," Ray told him but was taken by surprise as (y/n) tackled him in a hug, not caring about his tetchiness.

"Aw, Mr Grumpy, you're a big softie, really." She cooed into his ear, which made him sigh and nod.

"Whatever." He brushed it off as his cheeks turned pink, but his arms went around her waist anyway so he could have his girl close to him. She was happy and still here, which was good enough for Ray and maybe he'd get used to Jasper's overzealous exuberance after a while.

"Oooh, I can even help you fight bad guys and stuff." Or maybe not. 

"Uhhh, no, that's not a good idea." They all replied quickly, not enjoying the idea of Jasper Danger being let loose on the streets of Swellview. His first takedown would be himself, probably.

"Come on, it's my dream," Jasper begged Henry, hoping his pouting and stuck-out bottom lip would sway his mind.

"Some dreams are best left unachieved, kid." (y/n) smiled at him sweetly as she pulled back from the hug, knowing that it be better for everyone if Jasper left the fighting to Captain Man, Kid Danger and Miss Danger.

Jasper went to argue back, but suddenly, Henry's bedroom door open and the superheroes panicked as some bright orange, fat guy bumbled in. Ray pulled (y/n) back into his arms as he assessed whether this guy was a threat (both criminally and romantically), but he didn't need to be worried. He was wearing a shower cap, for god's sake, hardly the suavest thing in the world.

"Oh, sorry, I just got a tan downstairs and I was looking for the bathroom and I--" The guy looked across the room and nearly passed out when he saw Captain Man with Miss Danger in his arms and then Kid Danger without his mask.

"Whoa! Captain Man! Oh my god, Miss Danger! You're, like, seriously hot!" The man gasped at the couple standing on his right, making Ray straighten his posture.

"Thank you..." (y/n) replied awkwardly, not knowing how to handle such a comment. She had to admit, Swellview's male population all seemed to be entranced by her appearance as the latest hero in town and Ray did not like it one bit. All these stupid guys gawping at his friend and his displeasure showed in the half-assed smile that he gave the orange man, which then quickly dropped to a scowl once he looked at Henry.

"And Kid Danger without his mask! You're Piper's brother!" He gasped as he recognised Henry, who suddenly remembered his bare face 

"Uhhh, w-well..." Henry stumbled as Ray and (y/n) moved into the centre of the room. This is why you don't take your mask off when there were strangers around. 

"I gotta tell everyone I know!" The man squealed, making Henry slump when he saw the smirk on Ray's face.

"You gonna whine about this one?" He asked his sidekick, who didn't care. This guy was strange and he shouldn't have been poking around his house.

"Nah, do it." He shrugged and Ray gently pushed (y/n) to the side so she wouldn't get hit by the eraser before firing it at the man's brain. His thumbs stopped typing as his mind went blank and fuzzy and after a few seconds, his memories were gone.

"Hey, what's your name?" Charlotte asked the man in a loud, clear voice so she could check to see if the gadget had done its job.

"Muuurghhhh." The man slurred, having forgotten how to form words properly. Ray smirked inwardly, he wasn't calling his girl hot now.

"Nice to meet you, Muuurghhhh." (y/n) chuckled at her little joke, glad that she found herself funny even if no one else did.

"All right, Jasper, you really wanna help us out?" Ray turned to the boy as he put his arm around his giggling best friend. She was so cute sometimes, especially with her silly jokes.

"Sure!" Jasper nodded, ready and willing to do anything Captain Man asked him. 

"Good, take this guy out the window and leave him on the sidewalk," Ray instructed him, trying to ignore how much Jasper's enthusiasm irritated him.

"Aye, aye, Captain Man!" Jasper smiled and dashed off to dump the man outside. He attempted to get the man over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, but he was twice Jasper's weight and therefore impossible to carry. Still, it made for funny viewing for Ray, Henry, Charlotte and (y/n) as they watched him struggle.

"You know, I might start addressing you like that. It's got a nice ring to it." The young woman chuckled as she looked up at the man next to her.

"Don't even think about it, sweet girl." He gave her a warning look, but she just giggled and leaned her forehead into his chest as she hugged his waist. She was small next to him and he loved how her little frame fitted so well against his.

"Hey, man, thanks for saving Jasper." Henry butted into their cute moment and clapped his boss on the back. He really was grateful, having Jasper in the Man Cave would be tricky for Ray, but he'd overlook that if it meant Henry got to keep his best friend the way he got to keep his.

"Don't sweat it, kid. He's your best friend and you can't give them up. Not for anything." Ray told him and Charlotte looked at the two adults with a gentle smile. So blind.

"When you said that you'd stop being Captain Man for me, was that the truth? It wasn't just something you said in front of Jasper?" (y/n) asked as she lifted her head to look him in the eye. She had just written it off as a product of the pressure he'd felt to make a decision, surely, he didn't place her above the thing he'd been destined for since the age of eight.

"Yeah, it was the truth. I love being Captain Man and having all the attention and praise, but...I love having you as my best friend more." He told her and he loved seeing the way a soft smile crawled its way onto her beautiful face. He swallowed the words he actually wanted to say, thinking that he wanted nothing more than to tell her that he loved her more than his job or his fame. Not as a best friend, as his girl, the one he wanted to marry and have a life with away from the trials and tribulations of being a superhero.

"You're my best friend too." She grinned and put her cheek back against his chest before he could see her hesitation. Friend; it was a nice word, it meant that they had an affectionate bond that tied them together, but at the same time, it hurt and stung. They daren't tell each other that their bond was much deeper than either one realised and it left them in a stalemate as they wondered if they could ever feel the same.

Henry and Charlotte rolled their eyes at their incapacity to see what was right under their noses. A love, pure and innocent, but also peppered with desire and passion, that had been burning for so many years. 

And they were about to finally notice it for the first time.

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