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ambling-rambling · 1 year

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

C/W: honestly not much. Angst. Drunk reader. Softest of fluff

I started out intending to write drunk sex but ya sad bish needed something soft instead so have the first time Bucky Barnes hears I love you and the way it wrecks him.

Don't Leave Me

The two of you didn't actually fight that often, surprising as that was to some people. You supposed you couldn't blame them, what with the ex-Winter Soldier's perpetual frown and surly demeanor.

You knew better, though. He held people at arms length for a million different reasons, each as valid as the next, but the truth was, his core was all marshmallow fluff, soft and squishy.

In the six months that you'd been an official couple, you could count on one hand the number of times you'd so much as bickered. But this? This was different. A genuine fight, where you couldn't agree and neither was willing to compromise.

It was bad enough, his being gone on missions all the time, worrying about whether he'd come home at all, and what state he'd be in when he did. And now he was talking about some sabbatical back to Europe, trying to chase down memories and make some amends clear on the other side of the planet, indefinitely.

And it sure sounded like he didn't want you to come. Sure, his excuse had been that he didn't want to drag you away from your life, make you uproot everything. Part of you knew he didn't feel worthy of that kind of devotion, that he couldn't truly comprehend that he was your everything now.

But if still felt an awful lot like a rejection, and that stung.

Maybe that was why you'd gotten so drunk, just trying to ease the tightness in your chest, drown the ache in your soul with the burn of alcohol. It would have been bad enough on its own, but the fact that it was your first legitimate fight just made it that much worse.

So you'd gotten a little carried away, and Jaeger sure as shit did have a way of creeping up on you. You'd stumbled your way into the ladies' where you now sagged against a sink, though you'd forgotten to turn the water on.

"Honey, are you alright?" a voice startled you, and you spun, or tried to. You barely managed to keep yourself upright by clinging to the edge of the sink.

"Uhhhh..." Were you? Alright? What did that even mean? You weren't dying, but you felt like you were shattering into a million pieces. Surely that was just the alcohol talking, making everything extra dramatic. "No? " It came out a question, and the woman tutted softly. She was probably a little older than you, beautiful, and you found yourself half lost in the liquid brown of her eyes, hooded in deep gold eyeshadow, and the dreadlocks that framed her face.

"Can I call someone for you, honey?" she asked.

Call someone? Shit what a great idea! "Uhhh, my boyfriend," you said with a nod. "Er, well," you hedged, as the memories came flooding back in. "I think. We hadda fight." The words were slurred, and your new friend's eyes were sympathetic.

"Are you safe with him?"

Even drunk, you immediately understood the implications of what she was asking. "YES." Your response was so emphatic that she laughed a little. "We never fight like this," you said, pouting now, staring down at the toe of your tennis shoe. "Ever," you added, uncertain why you felt the need to add so much emphasis.

"Well, honey, why don't I call him for you? If he's got any brains in his head, he's probably missin' you just as much as you're missin' him."

You nodded, because Bucky definitely had brains, he was so smart, and beautiful and you just wanted to be with him always. Why did he have to make everything so fucking difficult?

Without really making a conscious decision, you unlocked your phone, open to your text conversation with Bucky. You hadn't even realized you had a slew of texts from him. It ran a course from appeasing,

I'm sorry, I just don't know what to tell you...

to irritated ,

Really? You're blowing me off?

to worried,

Okay well I deserve it. We don't have to talk but can you just answer so I know you're okay?

Y/n. Please. I'm really getting worried. I just wanna know you're alright.

You felt a little bad. You hadn't been blowing him off intentionally, you just hadn't been paying attention to your phone.

Your friend, god you really needed to ask her name, hit the dial button. Muffled through the speaker, you could nonetheless hear Bucky answer before the second ring, practically shouting your name.

"Sorry, my name's Meredith, but I've got y/n right here. She's fine, just pretty drunk. You should probably come pick her up."

There wasn't any hesitation in his promise to be there in a few minutes.

Meredith handed your phone back to you, and you tucked it away in your pocket, feeling a little guilty. You tried to stand up straight, annoyed with the way the world tilted and swayed under your feet.

"Easy there, honey. Let's go get you some water before your fella gets here."

You nod, because that seemed like a good idea. You clung to Meredith's arm as the two of you wound through the bar and the bartender handed you a glass of water. You sipped it carefully, uncertain if even that would settle. You had definitely never been this drunk before, and now that it was setting in you felt a little childish and stupid.

You heard your name and half turned. The sight of Bucky there, beautiful as ever in that leather jacket and his gloves, made you want to weep, and you sniffled.

"I was worried about you, doll," Bucky said gently, brushing one leather-clad thumb along your cheek bone.

You wanted to be mad at him, but the genuine concern in those blue eyes and the way he was hanging back, not pushing you, just made you want to fall into him.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, not looking at him. "I wasn't tryna make y'worry." The words came out slurred and you felt petulant and nauseous and why was everything such a mess?

"You good now?" Meredith asked, drawing your gaze. You nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay," you said.

"Thank you," Bucky said softly, extending a hand to Meredith. "Genuinely. I'm glad she found you and not..." he trailed off with a helpless shrug, and it wasn't a leap to know he'd been thinking about all the creeps out there who'd love to take advantage of a drunk and vulnerable woman.

"Nothin' to thank me for. Us girls gotta stick together," Meredith said with a grin. She gave your hand a little squeeze, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Bucky sighed, turning to look at you again, ducking his head to try and catch your eye. "C'mon doll, you still so mad you can't even look at me?" he asked, with a little note of frustration creeping into his tone.

You shook your head. "Not that. I just feel...Dumb." Suddenly you were crying and you couldn't even really articulate why. Bucky looked panicked, jerking the glove off his right hand to cradle your face, applying pressure to encourage you to look up without forcing you.

"What? Why? You're not dumb, y/n..." Bucky looked perplexed, worried still as you sniffled again, scrubbing at your leaking eyes.

"You still w-want me right?" The words came out slurred and choked, and you were suddenly clinging to him, clutching at his biceps. The world was unsteady under you and you just wanted to be in bed, wrapped up with him, safe and wanted.

Bucky looked genuinely shocked. "What...y/n, of course I do. You're all I want. Why would you think otherwise?"

He was so confused you almost laughed. It was so obvious to you.

"But you d-don't want me to come to Europe with you," you pointed out, your voice a drunken whine.

"I don't...y/n, I don't want to go without you," you could see he was struggling to articulate himself, the way words so often came as a fight, caught up in his head. "I just don't feel like I can ask you to walk away from your life..."

"You're not asking! I'm offering!" you interrupted, your voice a little too high, a little too loud, even to your own ears.

Bucky looked... Inexplicably sad. He stepped a little closer, so his body was pressed to yours, bare hand cradling your cheek. "I ain't worth it, doll. And I don't want you to be an ocean away from home and not another friend in sight when you figure that out." .

You felt like you were choking. Oh, or maybe that was just the alcohol in your stomach revolting. Bucky must have read the expression on your face, because he wrapped an arm around your waist, mostly carrying you toward the door. "C'mon, let's get outside," he said.

The cold air hit you like an Arctic front, had goosebumps prickling all over your skin and a shiver running up your spine. But it served to still the boiling mess in your stomach. You knew you were drunk, that he'd probably convince himself it was just the alcohol, but you had to try.

"Please baby," you whined, clutching at him. "I don't wanna be here without you. I just wanna be with you , always. You are worth it to me." Your voice cracked when you begged "don't leave me here."

"I'm not leaving you anywhere, doll. Let's go home," he murmured. You nodded, slumping into Bucky's arms, content to let him carry you to the car.

You didn't even remember getting home, just waking up in bed, a little panicked, launching yourself toward the bathroom, your stomach revolting against the ill treatment of the night before. Bucky was there within moments, sweeping your hair back out of your face, palm smoothing down your back.

You slumped to the floor when your stomach finally settled, cool tile heavenly against your heated skin. "I'm sorry," you mumbled.

"For what?" Bucky asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Getting so trashed that you had to come get me. Being so extra and now...this," your lip curled in distaste as you waved a hand at the porcelain throne.

Bucky 's lips quirked in that ghost of a smile that was his most common expression of pleasure or amusement. "That's nothin' to apologize for, doll," he said dismissively.

"Shower with me?" you asked, and Bucky nodded, starting the water before helping you to your feet. You shucked out of your clothes and ducked into the shower with a low groan of relief, only too eager to wash the night off your skin. Bucky followed you in, and his hands skimmed tenderly across your body, helping you rinse off, his nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

You lingered like that, for too long, really. It would have been easy, so easy, to just stay like that, pretend nothing had happened, but you couldn't.

"Bucky?" you whispered, voice rough and more than a little hesitant.

"Yeah, doll?" he asked, without lifting his head, voice muffled against your skin.

"I...I meant what I said last night. I know I was drunk, but it was still the truth. I don't... I don't wanna be here without you. I don't care where you're going, if it's anywhere even sort of long term, I wanna go. I'll go anywhere Buck, just .. please don't leave me here. Don't go without me."

He drew back, cradling your face, his expression a study in internal wars, looking both miserable and infatuated. "I just don't want you bored over there, by yourself..."

"I wouldn't be by myself," you interrupted. "I'd be with you and that's all I want."

You could practically see that self deprecating smile even before it painted his lips. "That's not all you want, doll," Bucky argued, and you felt yourself huff out an irritated breath. "You have a job that you really love and friends you love going out with, not to mention the cat..."

You sighed. "All those things will be here whenever you've done what you need to. Or I'll meet new people and make new friends. People do it all the time, Buck. Mallory would take Alpine for a while if I asked her."

Whatever argument he was about to pop off with now, you silenced it, pressing a finger to his lips. "Stop telling me what I want or don't want, Buck. I just want you. I love you."

You watched the emotions play across his face like he was a projection onto a movie screen. Incomprehension, and then disbelief, giving way to awe, and then something so, so soft it had his eyes welling up with tears.

He was searching your face, as if trying to sniff out a lie, and then abruptly, his gaze jerked down, swallowing hard. You'd been together a while, slept together, built routines that were comfortable, that he adored, but neither of you had ever broached the "l" word and he hadn't let himself believe you were building something like a life together, something lasting and permanent.

"Really?" he asked weakly.

His surprise broke you. All this time, it had been clear to you, that this was something permanent, that you were building patterns you wanted to live the rest of your life in, a comfortable place to rest and be at home. Meanwhile, he'd been holding himself apart, waiting for his fantasy to end.

"Oh, Bucky," you whispered, felt yourself choking up against your will. "Yeah, I love you , so much, baby. I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner, that I ever made you wonder. I love you, Bucky Barnes, completely and irrevocably."

The arms he wrapped around you were all encompassing, squeezing you tight, with a hint of trembling. "I love you too, doll. So much." His voice was rough with emotion as he clung to you, and you clung right back, arms wrapped tight around his waist, lost in the touch so long that the water started to run cold. You whined as you hurried to wash your hair before it turned to ice and then crawled out.

Wrapped in a towel, you pressed yourself in against Bucky's side. "Does this mean you'll take me to Europe?"

Bucky almost snorted as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Let's be real, I wouldn't have lasted a week without you anyways."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #winter soldier #winter soldier fanfiction #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction

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youronlydarlin · 3 months

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warning: U die again, sorry :(, Johnny is very sad

Jus' thinkin bout Johnny during your funeral :(

He's unnervingly quiet, head tilted down, refusing to look at your open casket on the side of the room. There's beautiful blooming flowers surrounding it, and he knew you would've taken your time to admire them, maybe even name the ones you knew.

His team is here, to pay their respects, and to give condolences. Johnny remembers the words of comfort they offered him. Even ghost gave him a pat on the shoulder, shortly followed with a polite nod.

He couldn't stand it all, the pitiful stares he got from everybody. The 'sorry's, and 'condolences only reminded him that a funeral was held. Your funeral was being held, and no amount of sunny day's he has will ever be enough to cover the warmth, and light you've let in to his life.

You were his sun.

What is he to do, now that the sky is mourning you as well? The cloud pours rain so harshly to the ground as if it's also angry at the loss of your presence.

Where was the future you both promised each other? The future with the white picket fence, and a beautiful view overlooking the sea. He'd spend his time sketching it, while you tend to your garden. The happy married life he'd always dreamed off. Where was it?

Where were you?

The only thing he has is his head in his hands. Sitting down on your shared bed with one of your shirts in his lap. Not long after he's holding onto it, sobbing. He knew how much you hated seeing him cry, so maybe if he doesn't stop then you'll come back. He's nuzzling his face into shirt, and using your sleeves to dry at his tears. It makes him feel like it's you wiping them away.

a/n: UHHH, this was bad, but m' literally trying to squeeze as much content as I can from my body because my classes are gonna prevent me from posting as much. M' sorry ,my loves. Remember to always take care of yourself, drink your water, babes!

Yours, truly,

-dolly

#cod x reader #cod imagine #soap x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x you #soap x y/n #john mactavish x reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x female reader

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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Education

Lesson #2: Friends Help Friends Cum.

A/N: this wasn’t supposed to be posted until next week. But , I think in light of the current state of Twitter, we could all use a reset. So, here you go. warnings: smut.

"Wanna get the fuck outta here?" Matty walked straight up to her in the crowded room, drink in one hand, a blunt in the other.

She all but jumped out of her skin. "Holy shi- hello to you, too!" All this time and self-restraint she'd wasted trying to avoid him, not keep her eyes on his every move or watch his every interaction at the party, not think about his hand between her legs the other night, his voice encouraging her, his touch lighting her up, he has ruined it all in 5 seconds.

"Seriously, this party's kinda depressing. Wanna go someplace else?"

"Did you have somewhere in mind?"

Matty shrugged, "not really. could be out on the front steps for all I care. Just- something about being surrounded by all of this" He waved his armed in no specific shape or direction, "it's just- sad."

she nodded. Matty took her by surprise when he grabbed her hand and led her, confidently, through the crowd. She was devastated. She never imagined herself to be such a cliche. The whole "inexperienced, bumbling idiot catches feelings for the bad boy who occasionally sleeps with her" thing is such a tried and tired trope. And, yet, here she finds herself, sweating through her top because he's holding her hand when he didn't necessarily NEED to. She always thought if she were to make a fool of herself over a boy, she’d at least be original about it. But the truth is that her experience is one she shares with all the women in his phone.

***

"I have to say, I never thought I'd see the day that Matty Healy willingly leaves a party early." She took a sip of the drink he'd brought with him, passing the glass back to him. "I mean, we're literally four feet away, on the stairs, but still."

Matty laughed softly, looking up at the sky and considering her words, as if an answer were written in the nights stars. After a moment's pause, he simply shrugged. "Just trying to grow up, I guess."

"That's-"

"Pathetic ?"

"Hot, actually." the words that left her mouth surprised her. She blushed instantly, internally kicking herself for being so careless with her tongue. If Matty was thrown off, he didn't show it.

"I thought you liked my, umm- wait, what did you always used to call it?"

"Sophisticated dickhead act." she reminded him. It sounded more like condemnation.

"Ah, yes! ‘Sophisticated dickhead.’ that's it."

"You pulled it off beautiful, don't get me wrong. But, doing the difficult thing and being a responsible adult, that's...gonna get you so laid."

They both laughed.

"Speaking of getting laid." Matty quirked an eyebrow, looking at her suggestively. "I'm just the right amount of sad, horny, and stoned. Wanna go somewhere?"

"My place."

***

“Lay down for me?” Matty adjusted the pillows on the bed, fluffing them up so they’d be comfortable for her. She blanked for a moment. Focusing a little too much on the “for me.”

“yes- okay.”

“thanks, Darling.”

Oh, she was so in for it. Desperate for a change of topic, she said the first thing that popped into her head. “So, what’d you have in mind for today?”

Matty giggled. “You make it sound so clinical.”

“well, we’re not exactly, making love or anything.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. Matty hesitated for a moment, his brows curled. “No, I guess we’re not- anyway, I, umm, was going to ask you if you like getting head?”

Now, that, was a swift transition. “I- uhh- sorry, what?”

“do you like it when guys go down on you?” He asked, bluntly, yet again.

“I, uhhh. No. Sorry.” She squirmed away in embarrassment. “No, don’t apologize! I’m glad I asked first!”

unprompted, she began to offer up all sorts of explanations. “It’s always boring. Either doesn’t feel pleasurable at all, or feels kinda gross like they’re drooling on me or something. And then there’s that weird feeling of guilt. Like- like, they’re at least trying so I have to be nice about it. I can’t tell them to stop, can I? So- umm…I just end up faking it to get them to quit.”

“Oh, I see.”

“what?” She could see a look on his face that she wasn’t able to read. “Nothing, nothing.”

“Matty, tell me!”

“It- well, it just sounds like these guys didn’t know what they were doing. And- I mean, if we were to do it, I would never make you have to fake it.”

“oh, really? Is that so?” She smiled, mildly intrigued by the idea. “yeah, I mean- this is, like, the wankiest shit I’ve ever said- I don’t mean to mansplain the female orgasm to you- I just- I’ve had great reviews is what I’m saying. But, I don’t wanna push it. If you say you don’t like it, then you don’t like it. We’ll just do something else-“

“no, no. Hold on a minute. I wanna try.”

“you do?”

“yeah, I mean, that’s the point of this-“ she stuttered for a moment, “this sex education course…”

“Is that what we’re calling it, then?” Matty chuckled, making her wonder if he meant anything by this question. Did he want it to be what they’re doing? Did he not? “Alright, let’s give it a try. But if you feel uncomfortable or change your mind at any moment, you let me know and we’ll stop, okay?”

she smiled, nodding. “if you’re too overwhelmed to speak in the moment, just squeeze my hand three times and I’ll stop. Okay? That’ll be our signal.”

*** She couldn’t deny it. Matty was right. He knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, as she’d suspected, it was all in the foreplay. The way he’d delicately touched her, whispered into her ear every single obscene thought that he looked forward to “showing” her and “teaching” her. The way his hands grazed past her nipples, ran down her legs. Hover over her thighs. She was already wet before his tongue had even touched her. “Relax, darling. Don’t worry about a thing, yeah? No pressure.” There was that ‘darling’ again. At long last, he dipped his head between her thighs, licking into her. She gasped, her body raising slightly, before Matty’s firm grip over her waist kept her in place. Something about his strong arm pinning her down so effortlessly stirred desire within her, so when she felt his mouth at work again, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. “Holy shit! Matty- I- ahh”

Soon, she’d abandoned the idea of remaining quiet. She was begging and moaning for him. Matty pulled away from her with an obscene slurping sound. “How’re we doing, honey? Still feeling good? Havin fun?”

she appreciated the check in but she also desperately wanted him to shut the fuck up and get back to eating her out.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fine. Fun. Just please-“ her hand reached for his hair, shoving him back down. She imagined that he was smiling. *** ”hey, you look…all blissed out. So it wasn’t fake then?” Matty grinned down at her as she struggled to catch a breath after her orgasm. “Absolutely not.”

“good to know.” He winked. “Okay, now your turn.” She sat up on her elbows, looking at him with anticipation.

“what?” He laughed nervously. “you scratch my back; I scratch yours. Drop your jeans, Healy. Let’s go.”

“we don’t have to do that right now, you know. It’s not a transaction. That’s not the point-“

“I want to. Please? C’mon. Unless you’re not in the mood, then-“

“For you? Im always in the mood.”

*** “Fuckin hell, baby. So good for- just relax your jaw- open up a bit more, that’s it.” Matty mumbled something under his breath, his head tipped backwards, his eyes clothes. “Fuckin perfecttt.”

She felt her breathing flatten, fighting the urge to move her mouth, she kept going, even attempting, at one point, to surprise him and take more of him into her mouth. Unfortunately, her eagerness was not reflected in her gag reflex.

Matty’s eyes shot open, looking down at her. “You alright? Gosh, why did you do that for. I didn’t say you needed to!”

“sorry, sorry, I’m fine! I just thought- I don’t know what I thought.” She look downwards, still heaving and coughing, and now embarrassed. Matty reached over and wiped at the drool with the back of his hand. “Good students follow instructions. Just do as I say, will you?”

she nodded. “You wanna keep going?”

“yeah” as soon as she opened her mouth back up, she realized that she did, not, in fact want to keep going. She reached for his hand and squeezed it three times, instantly getting his attention. “what? What is it, baby?”

“jaw is tired. Don’t wanna do this anymore.”

He pulled away immediately. “Alright. That okay. Thanks for telling me.”

***

“so, how’s that jaw?”

she rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, Matty! Just like the last five times you asked.”

“And your knees?” His arms squeezed her closer to his side. “my knees never hurt in the first place. Cuz you set down a pillow and all.”

“okay. Just makin sure.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. Your dick is not that powerful. You ah end broken me.”

Matty chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, let’s go to sleep then.” He turned his back towards her for a moment, to turn out the bedside lamp. “Hey, what are we?” He asked, flicking the switch off. The darkness hid her shocked and confused expression. “What?”

“I mean, I know I’m showing you all these things…but, I guess I never know if that’s all it is?”

“w-what do you mean?” Her heart drummed with anticipation. He feels it, too. He thinks about it, too. It’s not all in her head. “I mean, I never know where the boundaries are…like, am I allowed to kiss you? Like when we greet each other and stuff?” He paused for a moment. “Nah, that would get too confusing, wouldn’t it? Guess I just answered my own question, didn’t I? We’re friends. Friends don’t kiss. Yeah?”

“y- umm- right. Yeah. Friends don’t kiss.”

“okay. Glad we cleared that up. Goodnight.” he rolled over on his side, eventually falling asleep. Leaving her wide awake right by his side.

#matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy smut #matty healy fic

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luxwazhere · 1 year

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Jack Skellington Headcannons

Warnings/Notes :: Y/N parts but mostly just hcs for Jack in general, can technically be read as platonic or romantic but very much implied to be platonic (for the Y/N parts), implied Jack x Sally

• Just. What a silly sweet little fellow he is.

• He's definitely that friend you can always count on for stuff— mentally and physically

• Really protective of his friends— mf literally killed someone to save his wife ?! (...and sandy claws) Good for him (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)♡

• ^ He'd ask "are you ok?" If he sensed the TINNIEST bit of sadness from you (he's just like me fr)

• ^ Probably would ask it too much- like:

Y/N: Oh my lord Jack. So theres this REALLY annoying kid down the street and they-

Jack: "OH NO ARE YOU OKAY?? DID THEY HURT YOU?? I HAVE SKELETON THEMED BAND-AIDS DO YOU NEED ONE?? DID THEY HURT YOU PHYSICALLY? EMOTIONALLY?-

Y/N: I was just gonna say that they took my pack of gum- I left it on a ledge, left for like two seconds, came back and saw them run off with it.

Jack: Oh. Uhhh I'LL GET YOU GUM!!!

*sprints out of the house to the store*

• So, y'know how Jack is heavily AuDhd coded? I feel like at town meetings he'd play with fidget toys to help him actually focus <3 (he's just like me fr part 2)

• His favorite past time is watching movies. (Horror or Disney movies)

• ^ He'd definitely watch them with Sally as a date <3

• ^ Probably would fall asleep halfway through the movie— this usually results in Sally having to carry him to his bed. (Don't worry, he's as light as a feather. I mean, have you SEEN his build?! It looks like I could snap him in half with a quick kick LMFAO)

• Jack would wear pronoun pins and encourage others to do so as well <3

• He'd do Sally's hair for her :(( /pos

• ^ Dude probably knows how to do so many hairstyles because of her

• At the end of the day, he's like the nicest perso- I mean, skeleton- ever <33

#jack skellington #tnbc #tnbc jack #jack skellington x reader #platonic #jack x sally #i love him #hes so babygirl #he's so silly #fanfic

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phanfictioncatalogue · 5 months

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Smut (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

a night’s interlude (ao3) - symmetricdnp

Summary: The tour is taking its toll on Phil, and he doesn’t want to admit it.

A Nun and A Priest: You Get Me Closer to God (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: When Dan dresses up as a sexy nun for Halloween in America, he finds himself longing for a sexy priest.

Appreciation (ao3) - epsilonfive

Summary: "Shut up," Phil says, not looking away from the screen. "I have an actual week of stuff to sort through, and unless you want to take over, I'll just--" Phil stops short as he comes to a point in the footage where his ass is center view.

"Uhhh," Dan begins, wetting his lips as his cheeks heat up a little. "I can explain that, actually,"

"Mmhm,"

Beetles Bath And Beyond (ao3) - Lizzyboo

Summary: Phil just wanted a relaxing bath. Just wanted to soak in the warm water for an hour, listen to some music and read some Buffy comics. What he didn’t want, however, was to have his bath with a million beetles surrounding him from all sides, turning his relaxing time into an actual nightmare.

Lucky for him, he had a boyfriend who just knew how to make everything better.

Black Nails and Thick Thighs (ao3) - phandomsub

Summary: When Dan grows his nails out to paint them it sparks a chain-reaction of fantasies in Phil’s head.

Business and Pleasure (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: Dan and Phil are both extremely popular porn actors. They’ve worked on almost every scene out there, but never with each other. Until now.

But Tonight, We're Something (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: In which Dan and Phil are nothing. If anything, they can’t stand each other. But they’re nothing. Even if every time they see each other, they end up having sex.

Caught (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Just because they weren’t together anymore didn’t mean that Dan couldn’t read phanfiction while he got off, right? Or at least that’s what he thought before Phil walked into the room.

Come Light Me Up (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: The clothes sharing, Dan being a teasing little shit, Phil might be slightly narcissistic or just horny with feelings fic you didn't know you needed.

Danisnotadom (ao3) - Sinninghowlter

Summary: Dan's not a dom. Everyone swears up and down that he is, insists he is domming his boyfriend and is too good to take it in the ass.

Phil's not a sub. Everyone thinks he is, everyone thinks his baby is in charge. What they don't know is his hardcore boyfriend is actually a princess.

fade to black (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: That’s the thing about Phil. He’s a tease.

films, flirting, and other things that start with f.

familiar faces (ao3) - watergator

Summary: there's a handsome tesco delivery man standing in phil's doorway and he can't figure out where he recognises him from. until he does

First (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Phil is a little nervous about his first time with Dan. Dan is too, but it's hard not to be nervous when they care this much.

Fuck Away The Pain (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Phil’s boyfriend cheats on him leaving him a mix of sad, angry, and a million other unidentified emotions.Luckily Dan was always there for him.

He Toss My Salad Like His Name Romaine (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Dan is very curious about rimjobs, but won’t tell Phil that he wants one, until Phil finally suggests that they try it out.

Her / Awakening (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan feels drunk on a feeling of awakening; sexual, but also something else, something unnamed.

How To Be A Sexy Nerd (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: “If you want something, just do it, Phil.”

Just Say Yes (ao3) - intoapuddle, jestbee

Summary: Before Phil turned thirty, he'd thought that he'd spend his milestone birthday somewhere upscale, classy, perhaps by spending way too much money on food that wasn't nearly as nice as just ordering in pizza. But one friend in particular, had other plans.

Maybe (ao3) - dvp_95, intoapuddle

Summary: They’re only friends but when Dan wants more, Phil gives it to him.

nun as good (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: It’s so stupid and silly, and it’s just them in their messy kitchen, but Phil has been on edge ever since Dan first came into the kitchen in that outfit.

oh you got me shaking (ao3) - chickenfree

Summary: Usually if the models talk to him, it’s just – them asking questions, Phil joking about how he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, even as he directs them.

They don’t try to argue with him, usually.

Pastel Shirts and Otis Redding (ao3) - Colourful Shakespeare (blue_popolo)

Summary: Dan isn’t gay, he isn’t straight either, and there’s a cute boy with glasses and a fringe coming over to talk to him. His names Phil and he smiles and laughs and is clumsy, he makes Dans insides twist and curl into butterflies. Suddenly Dan isn’t interested in the sport involved in the Sports Camp.

Post-Tour Agenda (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: They had lots of important things to do after the tour. Like sleep, for one. And sex. Also five months' worth of laundry. And what better way to decide who had to do laundry other than a sexy dan vs phil!

Potroast (ao3) - dickiegreenleaf

Summary: In which Dan is very serious about his pottery studio, pinch pots are vaguely made, and Phil just wants to ogle his boyfriend.

ring my bells (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: You try to hide it

I know you do

When all you really want is me to come and get you

Safe (ao3) - TearDrop1234

Summary: Phil is in a mood and works his way through it with a naked Dan.

saturday (ao3) - werebothstubborn

Summary: the 100 percent accurate account of how phil's fwiff came to be

(i was there)

show you my appreciation (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: Dan makes a surprise purchase after he notices a certain something catches Phil's eye in the costume store

sister daniela (ao3) - idkspookystuff

Summary: the aftermath of the baking video

Something New (ao3) - benotafraidofwriting

Summary: Dan wants Phil's help when trying something new, but can Phil keep his feelings for his best friend at bay?

Sunshine (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: Summer sex (with consequences)

The Boy And The Builder (ao3) - intoapuddle, jestbee

Summary: Dan is stuck in a house full of builders feeling sorry for himself. Until he meets Phil, that is...

The Great Unexpected Daddy Kink (ao3) - idkspookystuff

Summary: Dan, Phil’s wonderful, amazing partner of 10 years and change, sometimes suggests things he wants in jest.

the one with self discovery, insta comments, and three thousand words of feelings dump and smut

The Locker Room (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: Dan and Phil meet and fuck in the University showers.

Tumblr's recommended Debauchery (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: A weekend away to explore each other.

This is all sex. Check tags, please.

Under My Skin (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan gets a tattoo. He really, really enjoys the experience. A lot.

with the lights out (ao3) - irrationalqueer

Summary: Dan’s been purposely brazen and provocative since basically the beginning, comfortable in the knowledge that his body and his whispered words can make Phil hot, keep him interested. But Phil’s been kind and sweet and thoughtful and when he flirts it just feels like honesty.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #sex tw #smut #smut masterlist #masterlists

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candyskiez · 4 months

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I see you have OCs 👀 so uhhh

Jasper and Lilac (<- uhhh their name I think sorry this is in a rush)

Can I have some details about them, like their story and who they are?

HEHEJEJEJ. OH RAINBOW. MY DEAREST MUTUAL... YOU HAVE MADE A HORRIBLE HORROBLE MISTAKE.

Jasper and Lilac are both grimwalkers! Toh OCS that got uh. A little out of control. Whoops. Jasper is Darius' mentor, a blank slate that I have far too much fun taking advantage of, and Lilac is the grimwalker before him!

Let's start with Jasper. Jasper is...complicated. A thing I wanted to do was explore how growing up in an environment like the coven would realistically shape a person. And also projecting a bit. Jasper has been shown from a very young age that honesty is dangerous. If you tell people the truth, they get angry at you for it. Ergo, don't tell the truth. He's gotten used to lying or omitting the truth and thinks it's bad, but a part of life. It's not even a conscious decision for him for a lot of the time. Like he chooses on missions and all, but so much of it is also just...reflex. Gives a fake age without even thinking about it. A fake name is easy to come up with. He has plenty spare. Cover stories rehearsed. And it's the little things too. He reflexively leaves things out, not even thinking about it. He doesn't think about telling Darius his scar is from a battle, it's natural, it's not a conscious decision or something he stresses over. He just does it. He doesn't think about telling Darius yes, he's practiced all magic, he just does it. He doesn't think about telling Darius that he's the best at what he does, he just does. A lot of the time, the lie isn't even conscious or like debated over. He just lies. Honesty is harder for him because he's been lying for so long. It's his reflex to lie when asked a question. You ask his age, he's giving you a random number. You ask where he's from, he picks a random town name. It's an ill kept secret that The Golden Guard never tells the truth. Everyone knows, they just don't point it out to be polite.

Honesty is, once again, far more difficult. He feels like he's forcing it out of himself. Trying to express how he feels is hard and he always feels like he's acting, even if he genuinely is feeling that way, because he has to drag it out of himself. He has to laugh in a forced, more pretty sounding way as not to be weird. He can't express he's happy or grateful weirdly, so it has to be stilted and rehearsed. He feels like if he needs help he has to PROVE he needs help, so he exaggerates his sadness to make the point. It's not that he isn't that distressed, but it all feels like he's acting. He doesn't know how to be authentic. He doesn't know how to act how he means. He's always acting, always performing. He never stops.

He's a very good actor. He can cry on cue, he can look perfectly convincing, he can pull off whatever he'd like. But he doesn't know who he is behind all that. He doesn't know how to stop lying. He's lied for so long. To everyone. To his uncle, to his friends, to himself.

He is viciously protective. He sees Darius as his son. Darius...well. He knows (unreliable narrator) that Darius doesn't see him that way, but he'll care for him nonetheless. Jasper is very mischievous, very sassy, and he and Darius banter with each other a lot. Some dialogue that illustrated both Jaspers personality and their dynamic from a thing I'm writing:

"Hey, Slimeball!"

"What the fuck, Jasper?!"

Jasper threw his head back and laughed, a sharp sound. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your face! I can't not!"

"You just tackled me out of the fucking sky, and you laugh?"

"Language!" He chided, like he's some boy scout and didn't just tackle him out of absolutely nowhere. "And it wasn't from the sky, you just didn't see me." He let go, offering a hand to help him up. Darius scoffs and takes it, brushing dirt off his back.

"Oh yeah, that's way better. What the hell was that for? Don't look at me like that, hell isn't a swear."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a debate." His mentor pinched the bridge of his nose. "That, my dear pupil-" He does an overdramatic bowing motion for emphasis, because he's Jasper. "Is a lesson in the importance of perception!"

"I understand all those words when you're not being a pretentious little bitch about it." He quipped, wiping grass off his arms. If he has to wash this uniform again, he might lose it. Who's idea was it to make uniforms that make any stains this obvious? Feels impractical.

"You do realize you can make a sentence without swearing, right? Do you know that's a thing you can do?"

"Fuck."

Jasper inhales, clearly resisting the urge to lecture. "Not getting sidetracked. Point is, you need to learn to be aware of your surroundings."

"And that means anticipating rude little assholes jumping me out of nowhere and ruining my day?"

"Exactly!" He shot him some finger guns, because that is a thing he did for some reason. "Also, swear jar. You've gotta expect the unexpected, sparky! Coven things."

"There's gotta be a better way to teach me than to jump me out of nowhere!"

"There isn't, actually. What better way to train your observation skills than to make you use them?"

"This feels extreme."

He just flashes him that stupid fuckin grin. "You'll get used to it. Trust me, you'll thank me for it later."

He rolls his eyes and shoves him lightly, like he always does. "Yeah. Sure I will, Jispo."

Jasper is...well, a lot of things. I'm gonna use the format of that one thing. He's a sweet heart. He's extremely manipulative. He's a backstabber. He's dangerously loyal. He's incredibly intelligent. He makes the stupidest decisions possible in the most logical way he can. He fears God. He views himself as a tool. He has so many wants and so many feelings and thinks he deserves none of them. A thing he has is he thinks that anyone who loves him only loves the version of himself he presents. He thinks the only one who loves the real him is Belos, and Belos treats him accordingly. He's a good dad. He's incredibly toxic. He's so many things at once and it's very hard to explain him. He's messed up and he loves his family and friends so so much. A very important thing about him is that he refuses to break a promise. That is one thing he will never do. He never makes a promise he can't keep. He will make his promises very specific in a way he will be able to keep them. He will bend himself inside out to keep a promise while doing whatever it is he's doing. He's charismatic and he's also such a fucking loser. I love him so much.

He has scales bc grimmie and is constantly taking them off to "look normal". When questioned he says they make people uncomfortable, and he's a coven head so he can't afford to be unsightly. He's...not great with self love. He views himself as someone who became irredeemable so his uncle wouldn't have to. Y'know that one post that's "I would kill for you. Please let me kill for you. I don't know how to express my love for you without destroying everything that hurts you. I've hurt you. I'm going to destroy myself." That's Jasper. That is very much Jasper. He doesn't know who he is outside of what service he can give. His self destructiveness a lot of the time isn't conscious. It's him not thinking about it. He doesn't think that he's denying himself resources when he feels like shit. To him, it's "eh, I'm too tired. I don't wanna." It's not conscious. He's silently destroying himself because he doesn't see a way out. He's aware one day he's going to fall apart if he doesn't die first. But there's no way out.

He's very protective, as I've mentioned. But sometimes that protectiveness causes him to do horrible horrible things. He's so intent on protecting the ones he loves that he strips them of their agency. He's not above manipulating them or lying to them if he thinks it'll protect them. I'm working on a fic about him right now so I might can it here? I've daydreamed about yoinking him out of toh and making a full blown story with him hahaha. I love him so much.

I also love Lilac but I am sleepy so I'm gonna can it here and I will reblog this post with more later! Remind me. Do not let me forget.

#tw abuse #toh spoilers #owl house spoilers #the owl house spoilers #candyskiez oc bs

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Could we get a yan self aware (2018)Raphael w a kinda omisentient darling ? Normal not for the event

Uhhh, I can try a Self-Aware AU? I'm not entirely sure what you meant so just did a little concept of you watching the show and things... aren't what they're supposed to be.

I am not well versed in Self-Aware! AUs so this is a first for me. Aged up as usual.

Yandere! Self-Aware! ROTTMNT! Raphael Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, One sided obsession, Self-Aware AU, Implied kidnapping, Dimensional travel, Forced affection, Forced relationship implied, Can be seen as Romantic or Platonic.

- From what I know, Self-Aware characters can't really see you but can sense you?

- Like maybe they hear your voice while you're watching the show, in video games they can feel your inputs and guidance.

- Self-Aware AUs are usually for game media so for shows they'd work a bit differently.

- Raphael mostly knows your existence through hearing your voice in his head.

- Through your comments he probably finds out he's in a show.

- Like the cartoons and movies he'd watch with his brothers-

- Raphael will of course be confused by this but try to rationalize it.

- Like, he and his brothers portal through other dimensions all the time, maybe you're from one of them?

- In that case, why can only he hear you?

- He's asked his brothers about it and they just thought he wasn't sleeping enough.

- You'd probably notice his abnormal behavior more if you were rewatching the show and Raph's actions are different.

- Communication between Raphael and you would be difficult.

- He knows you're there as he can feel your presence when you watch the show.

- He can also hear your voice, a sound that's slowly becoming more and more pleasant as time goes on.

- Him trying to contact you would be difficult as he can't see you.

- Unless we say he can see you through the screen when he's on screen, then he could.

- Like in his world he saw you in the sky or something.

- In that case you'll notice him respond to comments you make or he makes small waves.

- Actions the others either ignore or just don't see.

- You'll notice more and more Raphael becomes strange.

- It's like he's the only one aware of what's going on.

- That he knows you're watching him and his adventures, rooting for him whenever he finds ways to solve problems.

- Hearing your voice grow happy or sad due to him makes him feel fuzzy.

- He'd be so excited to try and interact if he's able to.

- If he can see you through the screen he daydreams all about you.

- He thinks you're cute and wishes he could be closer to you.

- It saddens Raph that he can't be as close to you as he wants to be.

- You're part of two different dimensions, he's nothing but a fictional character to you.

- Yet, Raph probably believes you two may meet at some point.

- Dimensional travel will surely bring you and him together, right?

- Overall he isn't much of a threat.

- The most you get is personalized interactions between you two.

- It would be fantastic for him him if you had full on conversations.

- Even if they may not be possible half of the time-

- Raphael would only be a threat if you somehow met each other face to face.

- Like a dimensional portal mishap threw you into his world or something.

- He's ecstatic to meet you if that happens.

- You'll be so confused when Raph starts fawning over you, excitement clear on his face.

- He's muttering and jumping up and down.

- He's just so happy to meet you, despite your fear, he's already scooped you up into his arms.

- You're still trying to figure out how you got here while he's already planning out pizza dates and stuff.

- He wants you to stay in his universe with him!

- You, on the other hand, want to see your family again.

- Being in an unfamiliar place is scary, he understands that but now you two are together like you should be!

- Aren't you happy to meet him?

- Wasn't he your favorite?

- You're destined to be here! He treats you like an idol he adores.

- "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! It's you! I can finally see you! You look so confused... It's me, Raph! I've been waiting for this!"

#yandere tmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rottmnt raphael #yandere rottmnt #yandere rottmnt self aware au #yandere self aware au #romantic yandere #platonic yandere

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sukifoof · 11 months

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Can you elaborate on your interpretation of Flowey's ability to SAVE as a metaphor for trauma?

hi meant to answer this when u first sent it But things were busy and i also have So Many Thoughts SO prepare for my flowey rambling!! i might go a little more into depth about grief and the specific kind of grief flowey has so just be cautious if thats triggering at all

anyway the thing that stands out about saving to me most is that it's linked to control. the person saving has the choice to go back, or repeat everything however many times they like, or just move on and let things play out. flowey himself mentions he knows that power, that was the power we were trying to stop-- when given that sense of control people are bound to uhhh Not Have A Great Time! and it really reminds me of what ptsd and survivors guilt is like to deal with; the idea that somehow you could have stopped it or that only if you did this certain thing you could have saved someone or yourself so much trouble. flowey's ability to sa ve is grown from this belief that if only he made the right choice everything would have been fine, and a need for control for when he might have to make such a decision again in the future

he even says himself that he could have stopped whenever! just let everything go on. but he can't, at least he can't emotionally take something like that. flowey can't move on because of his need for control and stability in a world where he's trapped himself. it's like... a lot of times people who are in a bad state of mind subconsciously don't want to get better, because they're used to feeling the way they are. it's scary to move on and change because sometimes feeling so sad all the time feels like it Must be You, and then who are you if you're happy? there's also flowey's guilt, where he's probably questioning if he even has the right to be happy if chara is gone. especially when he clearly blames himself for what happened to chara. so he'd rather sit here in a world where he's in control and bored because at least he knows what's coming. people are predictable, but it offers him some weird stability

the other thing that really gets me about his ability to save is that he can only go back to waking up as a flower. at this point, chara is already gone, and he can't go back to being "asriel". it feels like... no matter how much he thinks about chara, who they were and their death and his inability to keep them from dying and how they filled their water to the top of the glass, he can't go back. he can reset everything all he wants, but he can't go back to before chara died. and adding onto that, wanting to return ends up idolizing chara in his brain. who knows if he even still thinks of them as they actually were. it's part of the reason why no one feels real to him. he has this distinct disconnect with himself and others because he needs to be in control and know everything, while with chara he felt they were "special". that they're the only one that could possibly understand.

and it makes sense that he feels that way! the only person who experienced his trauma was chara. he has an emotional wall up because the underground can't truly understand what he's feeling. no one feels real to him both because of this emotional wall but also because he's convinced himself that he's in control, that he knows exactly how things are going to go. he has this superiority and inferiority to others and a terrible savior complex because of his trauma, and it shows itself in his ability to save. it's like... he feels so trapped and out of control that he's desperately trying to hold onto any sense of control he can get but he doesn't realize how much his refusal to let go and heal is hurting him.

gonna talk about grief when it comes to suicide specifically here so WATCH OUT!!!! okay i have warned u all i am going to talk about it now. feel free to leave if it may be triggering i am begging u to not put urself through triggering bullshit <3

anyway i think the fact that chara took themself out and asriel felt like he couldn't tell anyone because this was for the sake of freeing everyone is really. that's the nail in the coffin. the heart of his control issues. i feel it might be a bit difficult to understand if someone hasn't gone through that grief themselves, but when someone you've known and loved has told you of a plan to get rid of themselves for the sake of everyone else, it leaves you feeling helpless. after all, if someone plans to do it, they will do it. you can't control that no matter how much you might want to. the fact that he lived through that-- that he couldn't stop chara, that he couldn't save anyone not even himself, that he might have made the wrong choice-- that's the thing that's eating at him. he constantly talks about how If Only Someone Made The Right Choice Everything Could Have Been Prevented. he's taken up chara's death unto himself. if only he did the right thing, then maybe chara would be here. but that's not how it works. chara was their own person, but asriel doesn't know how to be his own person.

that's why him saying he doesn't regret his choice anymore after so much time is so important!! it's him finally accepting that he needs to let go of chara and start living for himself. so his ability to save and finally letting go of his ability to save is so important to his trauma and cycle of self hatred. that's why he begs us to let frisk go. he knows what it's like to live through that cycle. the ability to save can be a metaphor for plenty of things but i think with flowey specifically it's an incredibly well written way of establishing what trauma feels like and the need to be in control after feeling so out of control of everything during the event. i hope that my deranged rambling makes any amount of sense cuz i think about this so very much

flowey is such an important character to me cuz he's really helped me analyze my own process of thinking while dealing with that kind of grief and it's kinda helped me come to terms with what happened. i love flowey sooo very much i really hope we get to see him more in the newsletter stuff cuz i neeeeed to see him being happy and living his life after his trauma i love the fact that he has a ribbon from papyrus cuz hes finally living for himself and his friendships and i am GOING to CRY !!!!

#undertale #utdr #flowey #asriel dreemurr #asriel #utdr analysis

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someone1348 · 1 year

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K my friend! I just wanna do another request with the turtle boys! So uhhh what I'm thinking is that what if the Rise boys interacted with a very shy reader and the turtles just cheer them up by tickling them? (Ler!turtles lee!reader) I think this might be new for u, again sorry for disturbing. Thank you!♡

Hello my friend!! I apologize for how late this is but I still hope you enjoy regardless!

And you are never disturbing me! I promise! /gen /pos /p

Anytime anytime!

Tw: they are cheer up tickles so it might be a bit sad but other than that none! This is adorable!

With all of that being said Enjoyy!!

-K :]

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Leo!:

-The BEST at cheer up tickles!

-Since he's more of a vocal/verbal teaser/teases are his THING his cheer up tickles consist of not only your favorite tease but a whole bunch of compliments

-From compliments on your laugh to how adorable you are, Leon's gonna say it alll to get that incredible smile back on your face again!

-He knows from personal experience, and from being twins with Donnie, that gentle tickles are more suited for cheer ups so thats what he'll do unless you say otherwise

-it really depends on the situation but regardless he's on top of everything!

-Making sure you're comfortable the whole time!

"Hey,,Hey what's wrong?" He immediately rushed to your side, his voice calm and soothing.

It was hard to explain at the moment but you just weren't feeling 100% and that's absolutely valid! He was absolutely understanding of course

"Here, if you're okay with physical touch right now, I can give you a Leon style distractionnn~" he giggled wiggling his fingers teasingly at you

After you give him the go ahead he wiggled his six didgets gently alll over your tickle spots as he complimented every reaction, giggle, sound, ect. That you made!

"Awwww look at that incredible smile! And might I add what adorable giggles you have! Ohoho did I find another tickle spott! I'm gonna getcha'!~" He continued to lift you up and getcha all giggly until you were ready!

And of course he gave you cuddles afterwards if you wanted them!

Donnie!:

-He's pretty great at cheer up tickles

-He won't tease or compliment per say but he will point out little details about your actions in a good way

-And will reassure you that everything is going to be okay

-He's used cheer up tickles on Mikey before so he has a pretty good understanding of what to do and what not to do

-He's extremely gentle though

-likes to trace and draw into your tickle spots to help sooth you when this happens

"I've got you, everything is going to be okay, are you comfortable with physical touch right now?" He asked you gently before doing anything.

If you give him the go ahead he's gonna draw circles and little shapes in your skin, outline things like your ribs or spine to "study" the human body some more, but really it's just to get you all giggly,

"There's that laugh I love so much" he'd say with his own smile "Say, you seem to be more ticklish here and when I trace, how interesting I do quite enjoy your responses though, like music to the ears"

He tells you how proud he is of you and continues until you feel better again. He will absolutely be getting you anything you want after that too! You deserve it!

Raph!:

-The GENTLEST ANGEL EVER!

-He's already gentle with his tickles but if you need cheer up tickles, he's on a whole other level of gentle

-He'll scoop you up, hold you close and tickle you all over your tickle spots until you're feeling better again

-He will absolutely use baby talk though so look out! /pos

-He can't help it! You're so precious to him and he's just gotta coo about how much you mean to him in the way!

"Come here, Raphies got you, you're safe with me I promise, are you okay with physical touch right now?" If you say yes he's gonna scoop you up and onto his lap, holding you close before wiggling his six didgets all over your giggle spots, so gently it almost feels like a feather with how light and soft he's being, unless you tell him otherwise of course!

"Raph's gonna getcha' Awww look at you! You're so precious I could listen to your laugh alll day! Coochie Coochie Coo~ awwww there's that incredible smileee! Tickle Tickle Tickleee" he would fawn over how adorable you are

"You're so important to me and this world, don't you ever forget that"

Mikey!:

-Whenever you are sad He will do whatever it takes to make you smile again

-It starts off with jokes and silly faces but then as you gave him the go ahead he would move to tickles

-His tickles are normally fast paced, and these ones are quick too but he's definitely more gentle then normal (of course unless you tell him otherwise :])

-He's gonna do everything he can for you to see you smile again

"Oh Sunshine, come here, are you okay with physical touch right now? Because if soooo I know a certain doctor who can helpppp~" He wiggled his fingers teasingly/playfully at you. If you give him the go ahead he is pulling you into the tickle hug of your lifetime!

"Doctor positive is going to tickle alll the sadness out of you!" He smiled as he wiggled is fingers gently and quickly over every tickle spot he can reach

"I've got you, I promise" He would reassure you before being teasy again "Tickletickletickletickle~ awww there's that smileee~" he adores you, and hearing you laugh and or seeing you smile especially after knowing you were upset is the best part of his day!

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God I needed this,,, I hope you all enjoyedd! I loved writing it so much! Thank you for the request! Apologies on the lateness again!

I hope you all have an amazing day/evening/night because you truly deserve it! Know that I am so incredibly proud of you, existing can be tough but you are doing a great job! Give yourself a pat on the back today, you're doing a great job! Also please do whatever is good for your soul, you deserve good things!

-K :]

#k writes tk things #rottmnt tickle headcannons #rottmnt tickle #rottmnt tickle fic #ler!leo #ler!leonardo #ler!donnie #ler!donatello #ler!raph #ler!raphael #ler!mikey #ler!michaelangelo #lee!reader

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 3 months

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 12: Invisible Brad

~Down in the Man Cave~

"Hey, hey Char?" Henry walked over to Charlotte from the back room. She was sat at the supercomputer, typing away on her PearBook.

"Yeah, what's up?" She asked him, not looking up from her screen, but giving him her attention.

"Have you..err--have you been noticing anything, like, weird about Ray and (y/n)?"

"Uhhh, every day. All the time. Why? Did you know he took her to Sotto Voce last week?" Charlotte told him.

"Wait? Really?" Henry couldn't believe what she told him.

"Yeah, but she insists it wasn't a date." The dark-haired girl gossiped, feeling the same frustration with the two adults that Henry did.

"It was totally a date, they're just too dumb to realise it." The boy said in exasperation.

"I know!" She agreed, but Henry realised he was getting off point.

"No, anyway! I mean, they've been talking... like, when nobody else is around." Henry told her what he'd been observing.

"You mean like, talking to themselves?" Charlotte asked.

"Yeah! Like, full-on conversations with people who aren't there." He said, but the girl wasn't convinced.

"Are you sure they're not just talking to each other?" She inquired, thinking that Henry had misheard them or interpreted the conversation wrong.

"No, they're talking and referring to someone else." Henry insisted.

"Okay, well, my uncle Rosco talks to his food before he eats it," Charlotte told him.

"What's he say?"

"Stuff like..."well, hello, hamburger, you're about to take a trip to belly town." Her voice deepened as she impersonated her uncle. As soon as she had finished speaking, the sprocket opened. Ray and (y/n) came out talking, but not to each other. Weird.

"Is that a serious question?" The woman asked, looking over to her left. Whoever she was speaking to, wasn't there.

"No, we can't go riding rollercoasters with you." Ray also said to thin air.

"'Cause we have jobs!" The woman swatted her hand, looking like she was insane.

"Stop poking me!" Ray looked behind him, also appearing like he was some kind of madman.

"Hey guys, you find out any more info on that motorcycle thief?" Ray approached the kids, (y/n) following behind him.

"Stop standing so close to me! I can feel you breathing on my neck!" A pale-faced (y/n) snapped, even though no one was close to her. She definitely wasn't referring to Ray, mainly because he wasn't that close to her, but also because she usually couldn't get close enough to him for her liking.

"Thank you." The superhero wasn't phased by her odd behaviour, but Henry and Charlotte were concerned.

"Why are you guys staring at us?" Ray asked when he noticed their expressions. (y/n) leaned into his side, moving away from whatever was bothering her.

"Uh...." Charlotte didn't want to appear rude.

"Because you're talking to nobody." Henry, on the other hand, didn't care.

"Shhhh!" The girl next to him tried to quiet him down.

"It's got to be said!" Henry said to her firmly.

"Right, you guys don't know Brad." (y/n) could see why they were so weirded-out. When Ray first brought Brad home, she thought he'd gone crazy.

"Brad, this is Henry and Charlotte. Guys... this is Invisible Brad." Ray clicked his fingers to the space next to (y/n), feeling fairly certain that's where the guy was stood.

"Hiii, Brad."

"Looking good, Brad." The teens said hello to the air, not believing that the two adults actually had an invisible friend.

"Brad, say hi," Ray said when the man didn't answer immediately.

"They think we're insane." (y/n) whispered in his ear, so they began to feel the air around them

"Brad? Ugh. Come on, Brad." Ray grumbled as the teens kept staring.

"He does this a lot." The woman said with a nervous laugh, as Ray felt around the room.

"Brad? Where are you? Come on, this isn't funny anymore, man. Brad!" He was wiggling his hands everywhere and even (y/n) thought he looked funny.

"This is so sad," Charlotte said to Henry, as the woman began searching too. They certainly made an entertaining sight.

"They're not okay." They watched the friends swatting around the room until Ray finally grabbed onto...something.

"Ah, gotcha!" He wrestled with the thing in the air and then threw it into a tool trolley, knocking it over. At least it proved that they weren't lying.

"Now, say hello to those kids." (y/n) pointed to Ray's fist.

"Hey, guys. I'm Brad." An unknown, masculine voice said. Henry and Charlotte's mouths fell open and then they looked at each other in surprise.

"There's no such thing as an invisible person," Charlotte exclaimed, her strong belief in science not wanting to acknowledge something not real outside of comic books.

"Tell that to him." (y/n) gestured at the 'man' Ray was holding.

"Okay, what would you believe that Brad's real?" Ray asked the teens, who still thought it was all some kind of trick.

"Let's see him slap Henry." Charlotte challenged them.

"Yeah. Come on, slap me, Brad." Henry scoffed, not fearing a smack from a man he didn't think was there.

"Right here on my--" The boy's cockiness was literally slapped out of him, as the sting across his cheek was so brutal, it made him fall to the floor. He stumbled and slipped around as he stood up.

"Okay, that was a bit hard." (y/n) cringed, but once the kid got back on his feet, he and Charlotte looked at each other and then at Brad.

"Heeeyyy, Braaaad." They said in small voices, believing that Ray and (y/n) were telling the truth.

(y/n) had set up lunch, consisting of chicken, fries, corn, chips, dips and many other tasty snack foods. Brad was sat next to Ray, who was squashed up next to (y/n), Charlotte and Henry.

"Hey, can you pass the ketchup?" Henry asked, holding his hand out for the bottle.

"Sure. Here you go." Brad made it look like the bottle flew across the table, and it still fascinated the teens. Ray and (y/n) however, were starting to feel like he was outstaying his welcome.

"So, Brad, I have a question. Did something make you become invisible or were you just born this way?" Charlotte asked the guy, making (y/n) suck in a breath of air sharply.

"Sore spot." She coughed out, as she felt Ray tense beside her.

"Nah, nobody's born invisible." His voice seemed to have moved to behind where the kids were sat, confusing everyone at the table.

"Wait, I thought you were sitting right there," Charlotte said, looking around the air.

"I was, but...my leg was cramping up so I'm walking around." He excused himself, his poor manners irritating Ray and freaking (y/n) out.

"How do we talk to a guy we can't see?" Henry looked at his bosses.

"Here, Brad. Put these on and sit down." (y/n) said and lifted a pair of sunglasses behind her head.

"Yeah, okay, sweet stuff," Brad said, the smirk in his voice evident. Ray bit his lip and curled his fingers into a fist as the woman next to him shuffled closer to him in discomfort. He took a sip of water to calm himself down, the dainty hand on his knee helping too. Brad put on the glasses to let the kids know where he was.

"So, you turned invisible, like, when?" Henry asked the glasses.

"Five years ago. It was all Captain Man's fault." Brad told them bitterly.

"Here we go again." Ray sighed and put his arm around (y/n) so she could lean into his chest.

"Well, what happened?" Charlotte asked.

"Okay, see, I was being chased by this insane criminal, who wanted to turn me invisible." Ray began his story.

"Why?" Henry butted in.

"Probably 'cause he hated him and knew how much he loved being visible." (y/n) answered, looking up at Ray with a grin. He smiled down at her, the pair of them making a perfect, romantic image.

"Yeah, like I used to be." Brad complained, killing the happy mood.

"It wasn't my fault." Ray protested at the invisible man.

"Yes, it was!" Brad snapped back at him.

"Just tell us what happened," Henry begged, like a child desperate to hear the end of a bedtime story.

"Okay, so this evil dude was firing at me with his invisiblaster, right?" Ray continued.

"I was just riding my bike, minding my own business," Brad growled, thinking back to the fateful day.

"When I dove out of the way, the invisiblaster's beam missed me and--" Ray explained, but Brad rudely cut him off.

"HIT ME! And that's how Captain Man ruined my life." The glasses looked at Ray, who took another chicken leg.

"How was I supposed to know you'd be riding your bike right behind me?" Ray asked him, bringing his right arm over (y/n)'s head so he could rest them both on the table.

"You owe me!" Brad barked at the superhero, who just dropped his chicken leg on the table in frustration.

"He lent you 4000 bucks so you could buy a damn hot tub!" (y/n) slammed her hand on the table, her voice harsh. She knew Brad had taken advantage of Ray's kind heart when she wasn't around, using his accident to guilt him into buying him stupid things like hot tubs.

"And, we let you stay here in the Man Cave for two months after your girlfriend dumped you." She reminded the man. That time had been horrible for her. Living with an invisible man had put her on edge because she didn't know when he was watching her, eat, change or sleep. She had locked her door every night and even slept in Ray's room a few times, her nervous nature falling to pieces with an unseeable man creeping around.

"And who paid for that nose job, huh? This guy." Ray piped up, appreciating how the woman next to him stood up to the man he knew frightened her.

"Great. Now I have a beautiful nose that no one can ever see." Brad didn't care about all the things the two had done for him, he just hated Captain Man.

"Their relationship is really complicated," Charlotte commented to Henry, seeing how Ray hated the man who unnerved (y/n), but also felt a sense of duty to him since it was he who facilitated the accident.

"What do you want from us, Brad?" (y/n) asked in a strained voice, refusing to look at the floating glasses. The invisible man took them off and threw them onto the table, freaking her out and confusing the others.

"I want to be your sidekick!" Brad said to Ray.

"What?" Charlotte exclaimed.

"Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, hey! Ray's already got a sidekick, me." Henry said, his hand on his chest. (y/n) was clutching Ray's arm like a terrified child. She couldn't have Brad living in the Man Cave again, she just couldn't.

"You're just a kid, who's visible." Brad mocked him.

"Oh! So you're better than me just 'cause I'm visible and you're not?" Henry started to argue with him.

"All right, guys, come on. Let's not play the visibility card." Charlotte stopped them before the woman next to her hyperventilated.

"Brad...I think it's time for you to go." Ray started shuffling along the couch and pushed the invisible guy off of the seat.

"Think about what great sidekick I'd be. I could sneak up on bad guys, and then..." Brad started to say, then punched Ray across the face, the woman and teens on the couch fliching at the sound the collision made.

" Ow! I'm okay." Ray quickly recovered.

"See, you never saw that punch coming," Brad told him.

"Look, he already has an excellent sidekick and that's Henry." (y/n) said, her hand gesturing to the boy.

"Thank you." The sidekick replied.

"Don't be like that, babe. What if Henry quits?" The masculine voice sent shivers down her spine, and Ray stood up a little straighter.

"I'm not quitting." Henry insisted.

"He's not quitting," Ray told the invisible man sternly.

"But what if he does? Then what?" Brad wouldn't drop the subject.

"All right, Brad. If Henry ever quits, you can be my sidekick, okay?" Ray had his back to (y/n) and couldn't see her head snap up in pure terror. Charlotte grabbed her hand and looked at her in concern.

"Are you all right?" She mumbled to her, feeling her rocketing pulse on her wrist.

"He can't be his sidekick. If he lives here, I'll never sleep again. He watches me shower, he watches me eat, he follows me around, I hate him!" She ranted, trying to slow down her racing heart.

"Does Ray know about this?" Charlotte asked her. The woman looked down in shame.

"He knows some of it, just not the full extent." She revealed. Ray didn't know how deep her fear ran since she knew how guilty he felt in regards to Brad's invisibility. She thought that he'd send her away instead of the creepy dude.

"You have to tell him." The girl told her, as they focused on what the two men were saying again.

"Anything else?" Ray said to Brad.

"Yeah, I want your shirt." The guy had a strange request, but (y/n) knew he just wanted Ray to be humiliated as he had been.

"You can't have my shirt," Ray told him, but Brad just tore it straight his body, revealing his toned chest and abs. (y/n)'s cheeks superheated to a deep red blush. She tended to avoid seeing Ray naked, feeling like it was an invasion of his privacy. She let out a small squeak as her heart rate picked up again and a fire burned in her lower belly.

"Hey! Brad! Give me my shirt back, Brad!" Ray tried to grab the material, Henry and Charlotte watching with confused faces.

"Guys, don't...don't look at this." Ray covered up his naked torso, feeling exposed in front of them. (y/n) kept looking down, but the image of skin over hardened muscles would never leave her mind.

"Okay, seriously, though, it's not funny anymore, so...okay." Ray kept reaching for the red shirt, but Brad kept pulling it back. The half-naked man was so close to his best friend that she couldn't help but look at him, committing every freckle, bump and perfect blemish on his skin to memory. He tugged on the material, his abs flexing in her face.

"Brad. Brad! You don't wear clothes anyway!" Ray and Brad ran off across the Man Cave, leaving the kids and a starstruck (y/n) on the couch. Charlotte passed the woman her water, which she gulped down rapidly. Her mind tried to process the rollercoaster of emotions that she had just been on as she fanned her warm cheeks.

~Henry's house, later that night~

Henry was tucked up in bed asleep. After a long days work, he had crawled under his sheets and snuggled down for a good night's rest. Sadly, he didn't hear the door open, or notice how Invisible Brad sneaked into his room. Ignorant in his bliss, the boy carried on snoozing, unaware of what was about to happen.

The door shut quietly, and Brad used all his strength to flip over the mattress Henry was on, tipping the poor boy out of bed.

"Oh, what the...what's going on?" Henry woke up with a start, his fight, flight or freeze instincts kicking in.

"Quit your job," Brad told him simply, before running away and exiting via the window.

Piper entered her brother's room, having been woken up by the noise. She gazed over the mattress and her brother on the floor with a puzzled face.

"Uh...did you feel that earthquake too?" Henry asked her, trying to find a believable reason as to why he was on the floor with half his bed destroyed. Telling her that an invisible man with a grudge against him had done it just wouldn't cut it.

~The next day, in the afternoon~

Ray and (y/n) were sat close together on the Man Cave's couch, playing a game as Henry ranted behind them about everything Brad had been doing to him. The woman was trying to find a good time to tell Ray about how much of a violating weirdo Brad was, but there was never a suitable moment.

"So, I'm sound asleep in my bed and Brad sneaks into my house and flips my bed over," Henry said angrily.

"Ah, this game's impossible. I can't get all these ants in this little pair of pants." Ray complained.

"I feel like you're not listening to me," Henry said to his boss. (y/n) had stopped playing a while ago, as she chewed her lip in thought, wondering how to tell the man.

"Look, I know Brad's kind of obnoxious," Ray said reluctantly, not wanting to admit to himself that Brad was way more than obnoxious.

"Kind of? He snuck into my school, put a bucket on my teacher's head, splashed water on my area, and then he spanked my teacher with a mop." Henry told him what had happened in school that day, and (y/n) could fully believe it.

"Yeah, that's Brad." She sighed.

"And every time, before he runs away, he goes, 'quit your job.'" Henry mimicked Brad's voice into Ray's ear, but he was too busy with the game.

"Hey! Another ant... in the pants." Ray looked at them both with a proud smile, but then they saw a metal pipe floating in the air near the elevator.

"Hey, what is that?" Henry asked.

"I don't know, looks like a steel pipe," Ray explained, and (y/n) knew exactly what was going on.

"Oh my god! He's here!" She yelled, wrapping her arms around herself in fear.

"Brad!" Henry realised that she was right.

"What are you---" Ray was cut off as Brad hit Henry sharply in the shin with the pipe, making (y/n) scream as he bent over in pain.

"Brad!" Ray knelt down next to Henry, who was clutching his throbbing leg.

"Quit your job. And (y/n), I love you," The voice said, before running off.

"This has to stop!" Ray called after him, not realising how obsessive the invisible guy was over the woman who ran to Henry's side with her first aid kit. In an emergency, she could swallow her fear and help her friends with an impervious attitude.

"Oh, why, why, why, why?!" The boy cried at Ray, his femur bone possibly cracked, fractured or broken. (y/n) took out her splints and began to immobilise the limb as Ray looked on in horror.

"I think it's just badly bruised." She sighed after a few minutes of assessing the damage.

"You're very lucky, but your leg's gonna hurt like hell for a few days." She told him and Ray helped him up onto the couch.

"What do I do now?" The teen looked at his boss, who looked both worried and guilty.

"I guess, we're just gonna have to wait and see what happens next." Ray breathed out, and (y/n) knew that it would take something serious to get him to act against Brad.

~The next morning~

Henry took a frozen leg out of the freezer and rested it against his swollen eye, another piece of Brad's handiwork.

"This better work," Henry said to Charlotte, as she worked on her PearBook at the kitchen table. He'd called (y/n) a few minutes before to ask them to come to his house and she'd recommended a cold compression to bring down the swelling. What she meant was like an ice-pack, but all the Hart's had was a turkey leg.

"What is that?" Charlotte looked at him.

"Turkey leg." He told her, before taking the leg off to show her his injury.

"How's my eye look?" She gazed up and winced at the deep, purple bruising.

""Put the leg back on." She gagged at the gruesome sight. The doorbell rang, announcing that his bosses were here.

"Finally," Henry sighed and limped over to the door. His legged was still in agony from the beating it had taken yesterday.

"Your parents here?" Ray asked as he and (y/n) walked into the living room.

"Nah, just come in," Henry said, and everyone gathered in the sitting area.

"What's he done now?" (y/n) looked at Henry from her place on the couch and knew that Brad had struck again, and judging by the turkey leg, she could guess where.

"This." The boy removed the leg and the two adults gasped at the state of his eye.

"Who gave you the black eye?" Ray asked, even though he knew the answer was Brad.

"Invisible Brad," Henry said, his voice soft but deadly serious.

"He punched you?" (y/n) looked at the boy with concern. She knew Brad was a scumbag, but she didn't think he'd stoop as low as beating a child like that.

"Worse. I was in gym class today, and I was standing in front of Mitch Bilsky." Henry began to explain.

"So what'd Invisible Brad do?" Ray questioned him.

"He pinched Mitch Bilsky on the butt! To make Mitch think I did it." Henry growled.

"Ooo, yeah guys don't like that," Ray said in a low voice.

"No, they don't." Henry reiterated in an angry voice.

"Uh, girls don't like that either, just so you know."Charlotte piped up from her laptop and (y/n) agreed with her. That kind of behaviour was unacceptable to any person.

"We gotta do something about Brad." Henry looked at him, but Ray wasn't sure. Charlotte saw the way he hesitated and realised that he didn't know all the facts regarding Brad.

"You still haven't told him, have you?" She said to the frozen woman on the couch, in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. (y/n) felt her stomach drop, as Ray looked from Charlotte to her in confusion.

"Told me what?" He asked her, and she felt the tears starting to come.

"Uh---" She couldn't find the words, and hot, fat tears started to roll down her face. Ray saw how terrified she looked, and knelt down in front of her, as Henry and Charlotte moved to the kitchen to give them some space.

"(your/nickname), you can tell me anything." He spoke to her softly and took her hands into his. Her face screwed up, and she bit back a sob.

"You know how Brad followed me around and wouldn't leave me alone when he lived with us." She croaked through the tears, and Ray nodded.

"Yeah, he has a crush on you." He told her what he thought, but she shook her head in despair.

"No, he's obsessed with me. He watched me sleep, he followed into the bathroom when I was showering, he looked at me when I changed." She listed off everything Brad had done to her five years ago and watched as anger built in Ray's eyes. His large hands covered hers completely, as she finally looked up at him.

"Please don't be mad at me." She pleaded in a small, fragile voice, and Ray felt his heart shatter. He had been blinded by his own guilt and it had gotten her hurt, something he had always tried to protect her from.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm not mad." He pulled her into a hug on the floor, and they just sat there for a while, her glad to be safe and truthful in his arms, and him glad that she was still around for him to hold.

"You don't have to keep things from me. You're my best friend," he whispered into her hair, and she sniffled as her tears started to dry up.

"Okay." She pulled back from the hug slowly, her mind and heart feeling so much lighter.

"What do we do now?" She asked him, as they stood up from kneeling on the floor.

"I'm going to rip that bastard's head off." He replied, making her giggle at his fierce protectiveness. Ray kissed her forehead and brought her into another hug, as he gestured for Henry and Charlotte to come back over.

"So, what are we gonna do about Brad?" Henry asked as they all sat on the couch together.

"Don't worry, we're gonna get him," Ray reassured the boy, but a voice behind them said otherwise.

"I doubt it." They all jumped up in fright, (y/n) especially. Ray instantly curled around her, as she kicked at the air around her.

"Quit your job," Brad said to Henry as he knocked the boy off his feet. Henry groaned on the ground, as the invisible man left the house.

"You have a beautiful home." He called out as he slammed the door. Henry ran after him and started hitting his frozen turkey leg against it in anger.

"How do we beat a guy we can't see?" Henry asked.

"Uh, we fix it so we can see him." Charlotte told him, and (y/n) was starting to see what she was driving at.

"How?"

"Yeah, how?" The superhero duo asked, annoyed that this guy was terrorising them and they had no obvious way of defeating him.

"We could use paint." (y/n) looked at them, and Charlotte gave her a high five. Great minds think alike.

"Oh, come on, how is paint gonna..."

"I don't really think paint is the answer that we're..." Henry and Ray started but then it clicked into place for them.

"Paint!" They said together, leaving the girls to smile at how slow they were sometimes.

~Later, in the Man Cave~

Henry, Charlotte and (y/n) were setting up the trap for Brad. With Ray out to lure him back to the Man Cave, it was up to the woman and two teens to get the paint ready.

"Okay, is the tripwire set?" Henry called out to the two girls from his position up the ladder near the elevator.

"Just about," Charlotte replied to him, as (y/n) tied the wire to the leg of a machine.

"Oh, this is going to be so great. Invisible Brad's going to get covered with red paint, so then we'll be able to see him, and kick him about fifty times, right in his invisible---" Henry told them angrily as he filled up a tub of paint, wanting revenge for himself and his older friend.

"Okay, I get it," Charlotte told him to calm down. They didn't need any accidents from flaring tempers.

"Don't forget the 'ripping off his head' part." (y/n) shouted up to him, and he smiled down at her.

"Yeah, that too." He said, as the tube came down and a pale-faced Ray entered the Man Cave.

"Ray?"

"You weren't supposed to come down the tube," Charlotte exclaimed, thinking that everything had been ruined.

"You were supposed to walk out of the elevator with Brad." Henry looked at his boss in surprise. This was not part of the plan. The large man stumbled down the steps to the couch, worrying the three that observed him.

"I...I need to sit down." The superhero mumbled out and (y/n) helped him to the couch, recognising the signs of shock.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" She asked as brushed a hand over his forehead, feeling his clammy skin.

"Is Brad in here with us now?" Henry asked, and the three looked around the hideout with outstretched arms.

"He'll never be in here again," Ray said in a quiet voice. The woman next to him looked at him in concern and took his hand in hers, much like he had done for her earlier.

"Tell us what happened." She told him gently, even though she was almost jumping for joy at the idea of never having to deal with Brad again.

"Everything was going according to plan. I told Invisible Brad that Henry quit and that he could be my new sidekick." Ray said to them.

"And did he buy it?" Henry asked.

"Ohhhh... he bought it." The superhero said. The memory still burnt brightly in his mind.

"What does that mean?" Charlotte inquired, not understanding what Ray's cryptic words meant.

"Well...we were finishing our root beers. We took a selfie; I paid the check, and then we were walking across the street together on our way here..." Ray continued, leaving them all in suspense.

"And?" (y/n) looked up at him expectantly.

"Brad got hit by a bus. I guess the driver just didn't see him." Ray finished, sending them all into reels of shock. Henry and Charlotte patted his shoulder sympathetically as (y/n) gave him a hug.

"At least it's over now." She said, and they all agreed. It wasn't the way they wanted it to go, but it was done nevertheless.

"Yeah," Ray said, still finding comfort in her embrace.

"You kids can go home, I think we've done enough for today." The young woman gave them a tired smile, and they both knew that Ray wasn't in the mood for any more fiascos.

'Yeah, all right. See you tomorrow." Henry and Charlotte waved goodbye, as they left in the elevator, leaving the two adults alone.

~Later that night, (y/n)'s PoV~

I felt exhausted after such an emotional day. My arms and legs ached and begged for sleep but my mind just didn't want to be quiet. I had let go of one worry, in that I thought Brad was history, but now I knew that Ray would be the one to carry the burden of his death. Poor Ray, I knew he already carried the weight of the world, despite his childish exterior shielding it from view.

I let out a long sigh and stood up from my bed. After tossing and turning for hours, I knew that sleep wasn't coming anytime soon. I glanced at the luminescent numbers on my clock and they told me it was 3AM. Running my eyes, I groaned and sat up. The eeriness of the pitch black made me shiver a little and I knew there was only one place I'd be finding any rest tonight.

Throwing back the blankets, I wandered out of my room and down the corridor to Ray's, hoping that like me, he'd be awake.

His door slid open, and I could see a large lump under the sheets on his bed through the darkness.

"Ray? Ray!" I whispered and sneaked in. The lump didn't move, so I gave it a small prod. Nothing.

Taking a deep breath, I poked his shoulder hard so he groaned and turned over, his blurry vision probably seeing me like a blurry lump too.

"(y/n)? It's three in the morning." He looked at his clock and then back to me. His rough voice sent shivers down my spine, but I ignored them in favour of telling him why I was prodding and poking him in the middle of the night.

"I can't sleep," I murmured through the dark, and I could faintly see him budge up to the right side of the bed to make a space for me. He acted as though my question bothered him, and gave a small sigh that made me wince for a second when I remembered the time and how I'd rudely disturbed his slumber. But then, he sighed and pulled the comforter back, welcoming me in.

"Come on." I grinned and dived into the space, snuggling down into the warm, familiar scent of Ray. I was intent on just staying on my side of the bed, but Ray was a huge nighttime-cuddler. He pulled an arm around my shoulders and held me against his bare chest. I was frozen for two minutes before he finally spoke again.

"Your feet are cold." He grumbled when my icy toes brushed his leg.

"Oops." I smiled into his neck. My heart had never felt lighter and I wondered if I should tell him. If it all went wrong, I could just put it down to careless, middle-of-the-night mindlessness, and hope that he'd buy it. 'Yeah, I'm gonna say it.'

"Hey, Ray?" I said in a quiet voice, gathering all my courage.

"What?" My heart was in my mouth, which suddenly felt very dry. It was now or never, just say it, three little words...

"I--I...did you know that cows have best friends?" I stammered, changing my mind at the last minute. I couldn't. Even though I wanted to with every fibre of my being, I just couldn't. I wasn't brave enough.

"Go to sleep." He mumbled into my hair, and I settled down into the plush pillows. I sighed against the skin of his chest, annoyed with myself since even with every ounce of courage I could muster, I was still falling flat.

My panic began to dissolve as the lull of his heartbeat echoed under my ear, soothing me better than any lullaby. His gentle breathing played in time with it like a duet and it finally pulled me to sleep.

Maybe one day.

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