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Hello!

You don’t have to write this if you don’t want to, but A Perfect View gave me an idea after Yui said she had her reasons to cheat. So I thought what if the reason reader cheated on Gojo was because she was threaten to do it or Gojo would end up hurt or something.

1 week because I’m nice 😂

𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝑯𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆-𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌 (𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒖) 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒕. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒖 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕) 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍. 𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐'𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝒀𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹.

𝑾𝒄: 5.1𝒌

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏✯ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

How did you end up in the situation again?

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He trusted you, he loved you but in the end you broke his heart all over again. Weren’t his tears from his previous relationship enough for you to know that he won’t be able to experience another heartbreak?

I thought you knew that this would have been the outcome. But did you regret doing it or did you not?

It’s been three weeks since you’ve last seen Gojo. An incident occurred which caused you two to split or let's say break up. Or so you thought, because if you two had broken up for real then he wouldn't have called you asking to speak with you.

So now here you were standing in front of his house just waiting for him to let you in.

I’m here, you texted.

…

He took a long sip from the bottle that he held in his hand, eyes closed as he savoured the bitter taste of the alcohol that he hated so much. He hated it, but he had no choice but to drink his worries and to drown his thoughts of you away in his mind.

Eight months later, you still haven't let go of the past. You just had to get him back. Right? He knew how much he hurt you back then, and he apologised. He made up for his mistakes, he did what he should have done from the very beginning. So why did you wait eight whole months to get him back?

Did he do something to upset you? No, he’s done nothing to hurt you.

Were you still mad that he was still in contact with Yui? Well maybe. But you had no right to be upset with him because Yui is now the mother of his 3 months old son. So you had no reason to be upset over that. You knew that he was still active with Yui around the time of conception. So what was the problem?

The baby? His son? Was Jiro the problem? Nah it can’t be. Not his son. Not the child that he created with the woman who was his girlfriend at the time. You were petty and sometimes stupid, but not that petty and stupid.

So why? Why did you cheat on him? Why did you cheat on him with Naoya? Fucking Naoya.

Of all the people you could have chosen to cheat on him with, you chose Naoya.

He wanted to know the reason why you cheat. So with that thought, he drunkenly got up from his bed to go search for his phone. He took another sip from the bottle as he walked past the mirror. He caught a quick glance at himself and he doubled back to look at his reflection. He’s never looked like this before, even when he first found out that Yui cheated on his way back, he never looked this horrible. He had huge bags under his bloodshot eyes, his lips that were usually pink and glossy, looked like they were cracked like the Arizona desert. He needed a haircut, his hair had grown past his eyes and nose. He looked horrible.

He sighed heavily as he walked out of the room and went in search of his phone. He found about a minute or two later just lounging on the kitchen counter next to three empty bottles of alcohol. He picked it and he began to search for your number and once he found it, he dialled your number and pressed the phone against his ears.

He did expect you to answer. You were probably out with Naoya.

But apparently you weren’t because after the second ring, you answered.

You: Hello?

He hadn’t heard your voice in a while. It’s been almost three weeks since he found out that you cheated on him.

You: Satoru? Hello?

Gojo: Hey baby - he slurred once he finally decided to speak through the phone - it’s been a while since we last spoke.

You: Toru, are you drunk? - You asked, sounding a bit concerned since he started to hiccup through the phone. - Toru?

Gojo: Why do you care? - hiccup - mhm baby, you suddenly care about me now.

You: Satoru it’s not like that - You tried to explain but he wasn’t having any of it. Yui already gave him a lot of excuses, he doesn’t want to hear any excuses from you too.

Gojo: I don’t wanna hear that Y/N. Fuck. I thought you loved me.

You: I do…

Gojo: No you fucking don’t because if you did - Hiccuped - if you fucking did then you would have never thought about cheat on me.

You: Toru I… I - You sighed heavily as you tried to figure out what to say to him. But what could you say to him at this point, especially when he sounded like he was piss drunk.

Gojo sighed heavily as he rested half empty of alcohol on the table, his head followed next. Despite the fact that you cheated on him, he missed you, he needed you right now. But at the same time he hated you, he wanted you to stay away from him. His feelings were so conflicted. He didn't know what to say or what to do. Maybe calling you wasn’t the best option for him right now, he should just hang up because hearing your voice right now made him want to scream and rip out all the hairs on his body.

He was confused, he just wanted to walk away from you and dating over all and just focus on raising his son.

However, he refused to walk away from you without knowing the answer to his question.

He was desperate at this point to know the reason why you cheated on him with Naoya and he’d do anything at this point to get the answer out of you.

Gojo: Y/N?

You: Yeah?

Gojo: Come over

There was a long pause at your end of the phone.

You: Gojo… I don’t think that I should…

Gojo: Are you in the fucking position to refuse me right. FUCK… Just come over please. I beg you. I love you so please just come over. Please.

You sighed heavily as you looked over at your clock to check the time. It was 1:00 pm.

You: Ok.

…

Your finger clawed itself into the mattress as you tried your hardest to bite back your moans. You didn’t expect to be underneath him when he called you earlier and asked you to come over, but here you were with your legs spread wide open for him. You cried out his name as you clung to him tightly. Each of his harsh thrust had your tits bouncing for him.

God you looked beautiful like this, all weak at the mercy of his harsh thrusts. But he despised you right now, he despised you enough to slap you on your cheeks just so that you could look up at him. Look at him, while he looked as horrible as he did. He wanted you to see the damage that you’ve caused. He wanted you to see that he was no longer the strong, beautiful man that you once claimed him to be. He wanted you to see how broken he is, he wanted you to see how depressed he was because of you.

You sobbed as you continued to cling to him like a newborn child. It hurts so much, but you just had to endure it. If this is what he wanted from you, then you were going to give it to him. If he wanted to take out all of his anger towards you on your body then so be it. After all, you're the one to be blamed for all of this. The least you could do is just lay back and spread your legs for him as many times as he wanted and just endure his pain and hatred towards you.

“I fucking hate you,” he mumbled under his breath as his picked up the pace and fucked you harder and faster than he was before. You could feel his cock, all up and way up in your guts. It hurt so much, but it felt so good. He was feeling good too, your pussy was just as comforting, wet and warm as it was, and he knew that you knew how much he loved your pussy. Maybe thats why you had the audacity to give your fucking pussy away to Naoya.

Just the image of you riding and fucking yourself on that son of a bitch’s cock with your tits bouncing in his face while you moaned his name, angered Gojo.

What kind of face did you made when he fucked into your cunt like this? How many times did you cum? Was the sex any good? Did you FUCKING LOVE his cock better than MINE? - Those were the questions that were running through his mind as he stared down at your creaming pussy. “How could you do this to me?” You cheating on him was driving him fucking insane. “I fucking hate you,” he said once more with tears streaming down his face as he leaned forward and wrapped his hand around your neck tightly. He was choking you to the point where you felt like he was about to cut off your air supply or even worse break your neck.. His hips gradually picked up speed and now he was plummeting his cock in and out of you. He was fucking you like the fucking whore you wanted to be. He was going to fuck your pussy until it had no use for no one else. Since you wanted to give it away, then maybe he should leave a fucking mark on your cunt for them to see that you were nothing but a useless whore.

A useless whore that he somehow still had feelings.

A useless whore that he still loves, even right now at this very moment, “I hate you…” he cried as he sloppily thrust inside your pussy while he came deep inside your womb. “I hate you.”

…

It was currently 4:30 pm in the afternoon and you were laying breathless on Gojo’s bed. He fucked you. He fucked you like a dog in fucking heat. He was fucking you for more than 2 hours and if it wasn’ for the fact that he almost threw up in his mouth, he would probably still be fucking you.

You took a deep breath as you rolled over on your side to see Gojo looking at you from his seated position. This was really the first time you had the chance to really look at him, and to be honest with yourself, you didn’t expect that he would have looked this bad.

Well you should have expected that he would have looked like Gollum from lord of rings. You should have expected this because you knew that Gojo could not handle heartbreak and depression.

You bit your lip as you stretched your hand out to touch his thigh but he was quick to move his leg away. “Don’t touch me,” he said as he turned his head from you.

You felt a slight sting in your chest, but you paid it no mind because you knew that you deserved everything that he threw your way. Even if it hurted you so much, you deserved it. You sighed heavily to yourself as you slowly got up off the bed and went to search for your clothes.

Gojo silently watched as you picked up your clothing from the floor and then got dressed. Once you were through with putting on your clothes, you fixed your hair then you walked into the bathroom to wash your face to get rid of the tears and makeup stains that were on your cheeks. You walked out shortly after and went to grab your phone that was on his nightstand before turning to him and whispering, “I guess I’ll get going then.”

You waited for his response, but the only thing you received was a cold look, a look that you’ve never seen of his face before. You sighed as you tried your hardest to fight back your tears, you didn’t want him to see you cry. You gave him a small smile before turning on your heels and walked out of his room. You hurriedly climbed down the stairs and walked into the living of his house. The front door wasn’t too far away from you. You just wanted to get out of his house before you shed a single tear.

But wait! Did he lock the door when you arrived earlier?

“Where are you going?” he asked. You almost jumped out of your shoes when you turned around to see him standing you in his normal white robe and his house keys dangling from his finger. His long white hair was pushed to the back of his head to reveal his eyes that were no longer as blue as they were before. “Where the fuck are you going Y/N?”

You flinched a bit when he started to walk towards you which made you walk backwards until your back was pressing against the door. You turned your head from his and whispered, “It… It looked as if you didn’t want me here so… so I was just leaving.”

“I told you not to touch me and you thought that was a sign to leave?” he asked as he pushed his face closer to yours. “Or is that just another excuse for you to go and *hiccups* fuck Naoya?”

Your lips trembled as you tried your hardest not to cry. “Toru… It’s not like that. I swear I… I didn’t.”

“Ha…What? You’ve never slept with him?” he bitterly asked as he dropped the keys to the floor and grabbed your throat that was already bruised from how hard he choked you earlier while he was fucking you. “Don’t lie to me Y/N, I saw you.”

“But I… I,” you tried to explain but you just choked on your words tears began streaming down your face.

“Don’t give me that crap Y/N, because I saw you kissing him inside that club that you and I were supposed to go together, wearing that dress that you bought with my money Y/N. Don’t fucking give me that shit. *Hiccups* As a matter of fact, how do you explain the two times that my friends caught you with him?”

“Toru…”

“Hm, tell me why my friend saw you two in a bar and when I showed up not even five minutes later, you suddenly disappeared. You didn’t even answer my calls until later in the night Y/N. How about 2 weeks after that incident, why were you spotted in a mall holding his fucking hands while you spending my fucking money Y/N. Explain that to me.”

“Toru, you don’t understand,” you cried.

Gojo gritted his teeth before pulling you forward by your throat and then slamming your back into the door before he shouted, “Then make me fucking understand, Y/N. Make me fucking understand. I want to know what the fuck you could possibly *hiccups* tell me at this point to make me believe that you weren’t cheating on me.”

He then released your neck in fear that if he held on any longer he would probably do more than just choke you and you just fell to the floor while holding on to your neck as you sob uncontrollably.

Gojo wasn’t an abuser even when he’s in rage he would never lift a hand to hit or hurt you. But as you sat on your knees holding your neck while looking up at him through your teary eyes, you couldn’t help but to wonder if today was the day when Gojo’s going to snap and actually slap the fuck out of you. He choked you twice, so what’s stopping him from hitting you? You were scared to be honest and you dared to think that his reason for choking you was because he was under the influence of alcohol . And to be honest with yourself, if he choked you or started hitting you, then you would have endured it.

You’ve said it before, if he wanted to take his anger out on your body then you’ll let him after all you’re the one who broke his heart. “Y/N please say fucking *hiccups* something please,” he yelled as he bent down to your level and grabbed your chin. “Please, Y/N I beg you.”

You swallowed thickly as you watched as his tears streamed down his flushed cheeks.

“Y/N, please just tell me why you did and I’ll forgive you. Please baby, I beg you,” he pleaded with you.

But you said nothing, only stared at him with teary eyes and trembling lips. What were you going to do? Tell him the truth? Yeah right like that’ll make things any better than it already is. You’ve already done the damage and it was too late to fix it.

Or so you thought.

When Gojo was about to ask one last time to tell him why you cheated on him, you heard the sound of what sounded like keys jingling. You both looked towards the door and watched as it slowly opened to reveal no other Mr. Gojo. Gojo Satoru’s father, the man himself, standing there with Jiro in his arms.

You stared up at the older man in shock, but quickly tried to scramble up on your feet to get away from him. Gojo noticed this and pulled you back to the floor. “What are you *hiccup* what are you doing here?”

The man glared down at you before glaring down at his son then replied, “What’s going on here?” then he turned to you and yelled, “I thought I told you to stay away from my fucking son. You home fucking wrecker.”

Your eyes squeezed themselves shut as you tried to fight back these new unforgiving tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. “I’m… I apologise sir. I just came to collect my stuff. I’ll be leaving now.”

You tried to get up on your feet once again, but just like before Gojo pulled you back to the floor. “No you’re fucking not. *Hiccups* What the fuck is going on here?” You said nothing, you only held your head to the ground and let those tears flow from your eyes.

You were exhausted. You were being yelled at, fucked, slapped, choked and now humiliated and you just wanted to go home. You wanted to just lay down and let your depression and tears take control over you. You just wanted to go home.

Meanwhile, through his drunken thoughts, Gojo tried to process this situation that was at hand. His father was here with his kid, which meant that he might have met up with Yui before coming here, then next his father was sending nasty glares your way and you were just sitting there trying your hardest to hide the embarrassing look that was on your face.

“Why are you still here?” Gojo’s father shouted.

“I’m about to leave. Mr Gojo Satoru please I need to leave before I anger your father anymore,” you cried as you tried to get up. Gojo was still confused as to what was going on. But it didn’t take him long to figure out what was going on.

Gojo sighed as he pulled you towards him, grabbed your chin and lifted your head for you to look at him. He watched as you slowly opened your eyes and looked at him. And in your eyes all he saw was hurt, shame, guilt and regret written in them. He sighed once as he asked you the question that he should have been asking you, “Y/N did you cheat on me.” The moment you let that loud sob escape your lips, he already knew the answer. He sighed heavily as before asking you another question, “Did my Dad ask you to do it?”

Your head fell forward and you cried even louder, “I’m sorry. I had no choice. He said if I really loved you then I should just give up on our relationship and leave you alone.” Gojo’s face went blank as he stared down at you. “I never cheated on you. I kissed Naoya, yes, but I never slept with him or anyone else.”

“Shut up,” his dad screamed at you.

However, you were not finished. Now that you've finally spoken, it's time to let everything else out. So you told him everything, from meeting his father to having a serious talk with him, to him threatening you to end your relationship with his son, to Yui walking in and informing you that Gojo's father had arranged for them to marry, to you using Naoya to end your relationship with Gojo.

Gojo sat there unresponsive. He didn’t know what to think or to even say to you or his dad.

All he felt was confusion and pure,

Frustration.

That's all he felt when he stood up and walked over to his dad. He took Jiro from his arms, smiled down at his son before turning away from the both of you.

He was frustrated, tired. He was hurt, pissed off, and sad.

He felt sorry for you but he was also angry that you hid this from him. He's mad at you even more, now that he knows the truth.

He was even more mad at his father for trying to break his relationship like this.

He was angry at himself for hurting you the way he did earlier, for all he knows that he almost killed you.

Gojo Satoru was frustrated.

“Y/N, get the fuck upstairs and out of my fucking sight,” he said to you as he slowly climbed up the stair.

“No son, you should kick this wrench out of your house,” his father yelled as you stood to your feet and hurriedly made your way past Gojo upstairs and into one of his guest rooms.

“No you get the fuck out of my FUCKING HOUSE.”

“Son!”

“I said fucking GO and leave me and my girlfriend alone. You and Yui can go fuck yourselves,” Gojo yelled.

“Son, you're making a big mistake,” his father tried to reason. However, Gojo wasn’t having it, he had had enough bullshit for one day. He can’t take it any more, he doesn’t want to hear it.

“I said fucking leave,”and with that said he walked upstairs towards his room with his son in his arms.

“You are going to regret not taking Yui back.” Gojo’s father slammed the door to his son’s house shut then he walked towards his cars and drove away from the house.

Meanwhile Gojo laid Jiro on the bed and went to search for his phone to call the elderly lady, Miss Noona, who helped him around the house. He wasn’t in the best of shape to take care of Jiro at the moment, he still had alcohol in his system, he smelled and he needed to get himself together. Plus he had you over and he needed to take care of you as well.

Once he got a hold of his phone, he quickly called up Miss Noona. He told her about his current condition and explained that he may need her assistance for a few days. He also told her that he had you over, but you were in no better condition than he is. He asked if she could bring some medication over, diapers (because he wasn’t sure if he had any at his house at the moment), a new formula for the baby and maybe a cream that reduces swelling (or redness).

Miss Noona, being the kindhearted woman that she was, offered to help him around until he was able to handle himself. She even informed him that she would prepare a supper for you and him that would help with any headaches you were having.

He told her thank you before hanging up. He tossed his phone on the bed before glancing down at his son who was surprisingly sleeping soundlessly on his bed. It’s hard for him to believe that he created such a beautiful baby with a woman who he despised. He smiled down at his son, before walking out of the room to take a shower.

Two Hours Later.

Time has been since the whole altercation between you, Gojo and his dad. Miss Noona arrived thirty minutes after Gojo called her and now she was downstairs with Jiro. Gojo on the other hand was making towards the guest that you were in. He had the cream Miss Noona got for you and also medications.

Upon entering the bedroom he saw you sitting in the middle of the bed naked with your back turned towards the door. He closed the bedroom door quietly behind him and slowly walked towards the bed to have a seat. “Y/N,” Gojo whispered as he wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You flinched in his arms, but you tried to remain calm under his touch as he continued to whisper, “Where are your clothes?”

“I… In the bathroom. I… I wanted to take a shower,” you stuttered, your eyes closing when his hands moved from your waist, travelled past your breast and wrapped themselves again. Is he going to choke you again? You couldn’t help but to wonder if that was about to happen, however Gojo had something else in mind. He tilted your head back against his shoulder to kiss your forehead. He removed one hand from your neck and took up the cream he got for you. He squeezed a copious amount in his hand to use on the bruises that were around your neck.

You yelped a bit at the feeling of the cold cream touching the surface of your skin, he gently massaged the cream into your skin while he hummed a small tune for you. You momentarily closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his hands massaging your neck, but that was a mistake. The moment you closed your eyes, the only thing you saw was Gojo’s blue eyes staring at you with pure hatred while he choked the life out of you. You pulled away from him and hopped off the bed quickly with your hands around your throat.

Gojo sighed as he stared at you with pure sadness in his eyes, his heart felt heavy when he saw how you were struggling not to cry. You were failing miserably though, your lips and your hands were trembling too much. “Come here Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you again,” he whispered, his tone a bit softer than usual. He got off the bed and slowly paced his way towards your trembling. As he got closer to you, he quickly pulled the shirt that he had on over his head, leaving him in only his sweatpants. “Let’s get you dressed for bed.”

You haven't moved, but you have allowed him to slide his shirt over your head. He then grabbed for your hand, which you hesitantly gave. He began to walk you both back to the bed, where he reached for the cream, squirted a little more on his fingers, and rubbed it on your cheek.

He knew how hard he slapped you while having sex with you, but he didn't really expect your cheek to be as swollen as it was. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he kissed your swollen cheek, and you hummed back.

“Let’s head to bed. I’m tired and even though you and I need to have a conversation about what happened between you and my father, I’m not in any mood to hear any of it,” he said as he pulled you out of the guest room and walked you both towards his bedroom. “My head hurts, and I’m still not sober. I just want to sleep with you in my arms.We’ll talk about this whenever we’re both feeling better.”

"OK," you said under your breath as you both entered his room, and he shut the door behind you both with the key. He had previously notified Miss Noona that Jiro would not be spending the night with him. He was simply too drunk to look at the infant and himself, and Miss Noona understood.

He also told Miss Noona that if she needed his help with Jiro for just a second, he'd be glad to help. However, he just needed a day to sober up and a few more days to recover both mentally and physically.

You were lifted from the floor and into his arms, he then walked you towards the bed and gently laid you down on the before climbing on to it himself. He laid down then pulled you beside him; he grabbed your chin shortly after, tilted your head and placed a soft passionate kiss on your lips and to your surprise, you kissed him.

“I love you Y/N,” he said as he pulled away from your lips and stared at you.

You could feel your eyes watering as you whispered back, “Yeah I love you too.”

Love can be dangerous at times.

Others believe that love is kind, comforting and sweet. But we all know that that's not true.

Just take Y/N and Gojo for example. Her love for him runs so deep she was willing to break up just so that Gojo’s life would be better. She loved him so much, she allowed him to take out his anger towards her sexually. She loved him so much she almost took a beating from him.

Gojo loved Y/N so much, he would have done the evitable to keep her to himself. He loved her so much, he almost went crazy because he thought that she cheated on him.

They love each other so much, they were still able to lay down in bed together despite the fact that Gojo almost choked Y/N to death and Y/N almost drove Gojo to madness.

Cross my heart, hope to die

To my lover, I'd never lie

He said, be true, I swear I'll try

In the end, it's him and I

He's out his head, I'm out my mind

We got that love, the crazy kind

I am his, and he is mine

In the end, it's him and I, him and I

In the end, it’s Gojo and Y/N.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑫𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌? 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖❤︎

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𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝.

"You're just gonna stare at me, huh?"

For the past five minutes, Anthony has been sitting across from Simone, watching her slowly sip on her second margarita, her fiery gaze set and stuck on him.

It had been a long–almost three months since she'd been able to look him in his face, and if possible, he was even more handsome.

"I'm mad at you." She finally speaks, cutting her eyes at him, before looking towards Jasmine, in her silk, red dress with a daring slit up the thigh, dancing with her husband.

"I wanted to surprise you."

"You succeeded, but I'm still mad."

"Nah, you're just stubborn. I know you're happy to see me, princess." He confidently states.

"I never said I wasn't."

"Can you act like it, then?" He rounds the table to sit beside her, pulling her into his side, smirking as she melts into him.

"I didn't get in a helicopter and fly fifteen hours ahead of my schedule, just to watch you pout."

“What did you just say?” She asks, turning her head to look up at him.

“You heard me. I rearranged my whole day to be here. Even if it's just the reception, cause I knew how important this was to you. So… get that frown off your face.”

Instantly fixing her pout, it’s replaced by shock. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He mocks, leaning for a kiss that she eagerly meets him halfway for.

“You said you couldn’t make it! I thought that was finite.” She softly defends.

“You're right, but you know I always pull through for you, too.” He says, smiling down at her.

“I missed you,” she finally says, before sighing dramatically.

“God, that hurt you, didn't it?” He asks, smirking at the look on her face.

“It really did!” She obnoxiously nods, making him laugh.

“I missed you too, with your spoiled ass.”

“All your fault and none of mine,” she laughs, grabbing her glass from the table and taking the last couple sips of the strong drink.

“You smell good,” he plants his face right into her neck, inhaling her scent.

“Thank you— stop!” She giggles, pushing him away as he starts to nibble on the area. He beams back, behaving this time.

“You smell good too, my favorite cologne.” She smiles, leaning back into him.

“I always keep a bottle near for that reason,” he notes, just as Simone's sister dances over to where they're sitting.

“Hey, lovebirds!”

“Hey, April! Nice to see you again.” He greets, as they slap hands like old friends.

“Always fun runnin’ into you, Ant!” She slurs.

“How many drinks have you had, dude?” Simone asks, staring at the glass of brandy in her hand.

“Well, including this one,” she holds the glass up, “three. I might have one more.”

“Be careful, April.”

“Girl, lighten up a little. I'm a big girl, I'm good.” She smiles, patting Anthony's shoulder. “I'm glad you're back. Take care of my girl, here.”

“Always.” He smiles back, while she makes her way back to the dance floor.

He turns to his pouty date, softly chuckling. “She seems to be enjoying herself.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she left the ball and chain at home.” She replies.

“Hm. Come dance with me.” He says, pulling her up and out of her funk with his “elite” dance moves. Her giggles are futile as he hits his famous robot for her.

“So stupid,” she says through her laughing fit, swooning as he pulls closed the space between them, grasping her left hand into his right.

Her cheeks grow a deep crimson as a couple of Jada's cousins give their whistles of approval.

“That means they like me, right?”

“Yeah, they like you,” she pecks his lips, “who wouldn't?”

“You act like you don't sometimes, but I know the real.”

“You get on my nerves. Multiple things can be true, I suppose.” She shrugs.

“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Mmhm.”

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Driving down to the beach at two in the morning, was definitely not in her original plans. But, when you've got a beautiful man whispering in your ear, you'd be persuaded into just about anything.

"How was the wedding?" Idris asks, resting his right hand on her knee, drawing small circles into her skin.

"It was beautiful. I cried a lot, like usual. Her dress. Her hair. The flowers. The church!, their union and those vows— wow. One of my favorite weddings, by far." Simone gushes.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You definitely drank enough to." He teases.

"Free bar! Of course, I'm taking advantage. Don't do that, when you knocked back those three glasses of Brandy." She points her finger at him, as he pulls into a parking spot, just minutes away from their destination.

"I had to catch up with you, babygirl." He cuts the car off and hops out, heads over to her side to open her door for her and locks the car up.

Their index fingers naturally intertwine as they start their trek towards the sand. The midnight blue sky gives the scenery before them a calm feeling.

Stopping for a moment, Simone slips her sandals off and hooks them on her fingers, sighing as the gritty sand finds a home between her toes.

"I haven't been to the beach in the longest time." She mumbles as they get closer to the water.

"I'll make sure you see it more often," he responds without so much as a second thought. She shakes her head fondly, absentmindedly clutching his hand tighter.

A breeze sends a slight shiver through her, and he disconnects their hands long enough to shrug out of his suit jacket and sling it over her shoulders.

"Thank you," she says. Her tone takes on a genuine warmth that doesn't mirror the acidity from earlier.

For a moment they simply stroll in a comfortable silence, nature's symphony being the only thing heard.

"Ya know, Allura's fourth anniversary is around the corner. I could use a date." She speaks up as she swings their arms between them.

"What?" He asks with fake shock, "around all those pesky cameras that I'm sure are gonna be there all night?"

"I mean I could ask my other options to join me if you're not down."

"Other options?” He asks with a chuckle. “Not after the speech you gave me the other night!”

She immediately cackles, squeezing his hand. “I'm only kidding!”

“Oh, I know it.” He nods, matter-of-factly, sending her eyes rolling. “And, I'd love to accompany you, princess.”

She will never grow tired of hearing that name.

"You basically own the place now, don't you?" He continues.

"Absolutely not! That's all Rose's baby."

"I think she'd disagree. You're the only one who's been there since its inception. You're just as responsible for it being as big as it is. I see just how much you do to keep it running so smoothly."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, sir." Her tone is light, but she was grateful the darkness of the night cloaked the ever present rosiness of her cheeks.

Slinking back up to her place after their lovely night, it was well into the wee hours of the morning.

They stop in front of her front door where she turns to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"Thank you for showing up for me tonight. You made an already fantastic night...perfect." She had to remember to lay off the alcohol whenever he was involved. Soon enough she'd be laying all her cards on the table, and that was a severe no-no in her book.

"Anytime at all." He moves a loose tendril of hair behind her ear, trailing his hand down the side of her neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "Can I keep you warm tonight?"

The answer is already in her starry eyes, but she unlocks the door and pulls him inside by his belt buckle, sealing the deal.

Once the door closed, his lips and hands were on her, carefully unzipping her dress before helping her step out and tossing it, along with her thong, onto her side chair. She pushes his suit jacket and shirt away, tossing it onto the same chair.

As he carries her down the hall, her hand pats the wall, flipping the light on so she could see him and make sure this moment was actually happening.

“How thoughtful of you,” she snorts once she pulls away from their liplock for a breath, her body being sat on her kitchen counter, her legs wrapping around him.

“I do what I can,” he cheekily responds, recapturing her lips, taking her breath away again.

His hot mouth trails down her neck, locating her hot spot with ease, making her moan and move her hands from his shoulders to his belt buckle.

Assisting in pushing the rest of his clothes away, he sank into her and revels in the deep gasp that left her. Her hands find his shoulders.

“Anthony…” she breathlessly moans, as he wastes no time pounding into her. Her ankles uncross and roll from the chills that creep up her spine.

“Missed you, baby.. fuck, you feel so good.” He moans, bending down to kiss her lips, then her neck, still mumbling his praises to her.

She leans back onto the counter, throbbing all over as his open-mouthed kisses land on her sensitive breasts, making her body fall all the way onto the surface.

“Oh my god, please,” she moans, biting her lip and shutting her eyes tight at the overload of him.

Her hands didn't know where to land as his thrusts continued to jack up her breathing, sending her higher up than the alcohol ever could.

“I'm gonna, fuck!— cum,” she moans, squeezing her thighs against his waist, trying her best to ride that first wave of pleasure as it coursed through her whole body.

“That's it, princess. Gimme that good shit— gah damn.” He praises, kissing all over her skin.

Slowing down to give her a moment of reprieve, his slow grind still sends a shiver down her spine but she's slowly coming back down to earth, even laughing a little to herself.

“Fuck, what do you do to me?” She asks, almost whining into his mouth as he answers with another steamy kiss, his hands cuffing underneath her legs to press them back against the surface.

“Stop,” she whines, her shoulder inching up to block his slippery kisses from the other side of her neck, due to her being stupid ticklish.

Peppering kisses around the area and making her body bend upward, he found access to her spot anyway, her sweet laughter floating through the air.

“A–Anthony! That fucking tickles,” she squeals, clawing at his arms and back as he goes back to pumping into her.

Her eyes slid back into their hiding spot as he brushed against her spot, that pretty pout staining her features as she got ready for another release.

“Don't stop, baby!”

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The next morning, they are lazily wrapped up in each other. The sun shines through the cream colored organza curtains, casting them in a golden glow.

The calm of the moment is interrupted by a ringing phone.

"Business calls, huh?" She asks softly, her tone neutral, “damn, just when I was starting to like you, old man." She draws abstract patterns on his exposed chest.

He allows the phone to ring until it stops. "Hmm. Whatever they need from me, they can get from Carmichael. Hell, he probably knows more than I do."

She rises from her position on his chest, a lift in her freshly waxed brow. "You're serious?"

"As a heart attack. I missed you." There's a teasing glint in his eyes that makes her heart flutter.

"I can see why you would." She stretches her limbs with a yawn. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

"Yes ma'am."

Forty five minutes later, and they're sitting across from each other in a French café enjoying delicious pastries and each other's company.

"I need a favor," she changes the gears of their conversation.

"Name it."

"My assistant, Logan. She's one of the most dedicated, ambitious people I know. She's got big dreams, and I think she could use a...friend. A generous, well-established handsome friend who's more than willing to help her realize them. And preferably one with a very large penis." She says the last part without blinking.

Anthony on the other hand, almost chokes on his hazelnut latte.

"Well. I can't make any promises about that last part, but I do think I have the perfect candidate. I'll talk to him."

"You're the best."

"Oh, I know."

To that, she dips her fingertips in her glass of ice water and flicks it at him.

After breakfast, they decide on a lazy day, wanting to languish in being in each other's presence for as long as they could.

Anthony has his head in her lap as some mindless show plays on her TV. She strokes the scruff of his beard, neither one of them truly paying attention.

A phone interrupts their nothingness for the second time, only it's April ringing this time.

"What's up, April?"

"Well hello sister. Where's that man at?"

"Right here," she puts the phone on speaker and puts it near his head, "Say hello."

"Heeeeyyyy, boyfriend! You keeping my sister's back cracked?"

"Girl, have you lost your mind?"

"You know it!"

Anthony and Simone respond at once, and she immediately takes her off speaker.

"I knew it. I could tell from that glow, last night. That wasn't just Fenty."

"I'm not about to play with you!" She laughs. "What do you want?"

"It's my last day before I go home, and I wanna hang out with my sister. Can we do that?"

She weighs her choices. All things considered, she does miss her sister dearly, but she won't entertain a single word about that husband of hers.

"Sure. What time did you have in mind?"

"Give me like...two hours then I'll come get you. Cool?"

She checks the time from his phone.

"That's fine. I'll see you then."

"Great. I love you, Simone."

While that's not news, it throws her for a bit of a loop to hear it at such a seemingly random time.

"I love you too, April." They end the call and she sets her phone back down.

"Spending some time with your sister?"

"Yeah."

"You don't seem too excited."

"No, I'd love to see her. We just...haven't seen eye to eye in a long time."

"From what you tell me it seems like you still care."

"Of course I do. We've been through almost everything together. I just don't understand these trash ass choices she makes sometimes."

"The direction she decides to steer her life isn't always for you to have to understand, love. Your only job as her sister is to love her through the changes. She's gonna always need that. But I understand how hard it can be to see someone you care about seemingly self-destruct."

"I hate your sound advice," she says, ending on a chuckle.

"I'm a wise man. I know a few things."

"I'll give you that," she runs her hand through her hair, "We got a couple hours...how about you show me what else you know?"

Simone washes the sinful activities from her skin before she's to meet with her sister.

Just as she's putting her outfit of choice on, distressed denim & an olive hi-cut bodysuit, there's a knock at the door. Anthony volunteers to get it, and she hopes her sister can keep the embarrassing remarks to a zero while she's putting the finishing touches on her hair.

They greet each other with one of the warmest embraces they've shared in their adulthood.

Anthony makes a promise to meet back up with her later that he seals with a steamy kiss.

"Okay you two, that's enough." April playfully pushes their heads apart.

They bid her handsome man farewell for now, and then they're off to their favorite soul food place.

Once they're seated and waiting on their drinks, they begin reminiscing about their younger "misguided" years.

"And, that bitch sees me and walks the other way to this day!" They break out into laughter.

"Her bony ass knew better than to try it, too. Speaking of, do you remember Resha?" Simone asks, sipping on her water.

"The one you caught fucking on Devante, Resha??"

"The very one. You know people are DMing me screenshots of this hoe still throwing shots? Girl, it's been years! That nigga can remain your headache."

"She only doing that because she'll never forget that tag team beatdown we gave her and that frog faced bitch of a homegirl."

"For as long as she lives!" They smack hands, falling into another round of laughter.

"Why does it feel like it's been so long since we laughed like that? That's all we used to do." Her posture turns more dejected as she slouches in her seat.

And here it is. The point of their meeting that Simone was dreading.

"We did. We just grew into women with our own lives to tend to."

"I still miss the young us. All the time."

"So do I," Simone replies quietly.

"I know Will plays a part in it."

"Don't even bring him up, Iris." She wants to nip it in the bud before her mood sours.

"I know that's it, though, Imani."

"He's your husband. It is what it is." Her passive tone betrays her feelings.

"Look, I know he can be…”

"Complete and utter garbage."

"Simone."

She shrugs. "I only call it like I see it."

"Okay. He can be abrasive, but he goes through a lot of stress, and I owe it to him to be-"

"You don't owe him shit, April!" She doesn't like where her sister's statement was heading. "He owes it to you to be a better husband. Period."

"You don't get it."

"Then help me get it. Help me understand why me and mama have to watch you be treated so miserably by that no good bastard every time we see you."

April looks away feeling her eyes start to burn with unshed tears, cracking her knuckles, a nervous tick she never broke out of. Simone softens feeling the sadness emanate from her sister in waves. She reaches across the table and grabs one of her hands. "Talk to me. Please."

"It was all my fault," she speaks quietly.

She squints, at a loss for what she could be talking about. "What was?"

"I thought I was okay. I thought I could still work. My doctor told me everything was okay. I didn't listen to my body, and now she's gone." Her voice breaks at the end. The emotions that April had been holding in finally spilled from her eyes and into her lap.

Simone's heart breaks for her sister, but above that she feels...anger. Anger that her sister's husband would allow her to carry the guilt of a faultless miscarriage for a second, much less two years.

She immediately considers asking Anthony if he had friends in high places who didn't mind getting their hands dirty.

But for now, she moves to her sister's side of the booth and wraps both of her arms around her narrow shoulders making sure she knows the loss of her child was never her fault, uncaring about whatever prying eyes may be on the pair.

"We probably look crazy," April says, laughing softly.

"I don't give a hot damn. You're the only thing that matters to me right now." She smooths her hand over her hair. "You know I wanna kick his ass, right?"

"Don't you always?" She says with a light tone.

"He deserves it. What he doesn't deserve is you as his wife."

"I know how you guys feel about him, but I don't know how to walk away from my marriage just like that." She snaps for emphasis.

"You put one foot in front of the other. But seriously, you have to put what's best for you first at some point because that man obviously never will."

April sighed to herself. "You're right."

"I'm sorry. I'm what now?"

"Don't go fucking up the moment, Imani," she says with an eye roll, making them both crack up in the booth.

Their food is cold as ice by the time they get to it, so they decide to take it to-go, opting for some well-deserved retail therapy.

The sisters don't decide to part ways until well after the sun has left the sky, promising it won't be months before they see each other again.

She ends her night with a FaceTime call to one of her favorite faces.

“Hey, big head.” She greets him cheerfully when he pops up on her screen.

"One of these days I'm truly going to get offended that you keep coming for my head." His words go through one ear and out the other as she watches his shirtless form move around his bedroom.

"Mhmm."

He stops to look into the camera and see where her seemingly diverted attention lies, when he realizes it's still on him, just not on his words.

"Are you checking me out, Imani?"

"And if I am?" She replies smartly with a quirk in her brow.

"Forever the smart mouth. I've been away for entirely too long."

"What are you gonna do to me, huh?"

"Keep it coming, princess. You'll see. How was your day with your sister?" He stops moving about to give her his full attention.

"I was pleasantly surprised by how...well, pleasant it was. Without telling her business, I learned a lot. I kept in mind what you told me earlier...it helped."

"Truly glad to hear that, love. I know how much you love your sister."

"I hope I got through to her this time."

The next day, Simone's up bright and early for work seeing as Allura's big night is less than three weeks away, and she has a million last minute errands to tend with.

"Morning, boss lady," Logan says as she lets herself in with the breakfast Simone neglected to pick up.

"Morning, sunshine. What's on my to-do list for today?"

"Whole lotta nothing. A couple of new investors are scheduled to swing by around three. Just be prepared for a lot of schmoozing and ass kissing to secure their funds. I emailed you files on them, so you can look extra good."

"The baddest is what you are." She chuckles and takes a sip of her piping hot tea. "What else?"

"Well most importantly, you have a fitting directly after work."

"A fitting?" She gasps in realization. "I finally get to see my dress?"

She'd gotten Logan to agree to tailor make a dress for the special occasion, but the girl had been keeping a tight lip about what it actually looks like.

"Yes ma'am."

"I can't wait because I already know it's fire." She claps excitedly.

"I really do hope you like it, cause it's taken up all of my free time." She jokes.

"I apologize, dear. I'll make it up to you."

"Oh, no," Logan laughs. "I'm just playing around."

"Nonsense, babe. I've already got a surprise on the way."

"What kind of surprise, Simone?" She ditches the formalities for a second as she racks her brain of what it could possibly be.

"Don't worry your gorgeously locced head about it. It's all taken care of. I'll let you know when it..arrives." She winks, before heading back to her own office, sighing blissfully as her back rests against the fur of her chair.

Opening her laptop, she pulls up her file titled ‘fits', and pulls out a picture that she'd snapped of her outfit and sends it to her phone. She then uploads it to her Instagram, like she does, every week.

She'd given herself the task to upload a picture of her outfits to her Instagram, to give her followers a glimpse of her sense of style and they loved it!

This week, it was a white, thin strapped corset-style top paired with light wash, flared jeans and squared strapped heels.

She momentarily focuses on the photo in its entirety, before gazing at the tired, pink polish on her nails.

Reaching over to her office phone, she pushes the red button to call Logan.

“Dear, I need a fill-in. Can you schedule an appointment at two, today? I don't wanna be chipped when the investors get here."

"Yes ma'am. I'll call them now."

"Thank you."

A knock sounds at her door, before Jada marches inside with a wide grin on her face, hurriedly closing the door behind her.

"Why are you so cheery, this morning? Are you glowing?" Simone asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I don't know.... I might've had, one of the best dates of my life, last night. I might've actually confessed to being so deeply in love that my chest hurts.... we might've had sex in every part of his house." The grin never leaves her face.

"Awww, Jada! That's so great! I'm so happy for you!" She opens her arms as Jada bends down to receive the hug.

"Thanks! It was so perfect," she sits on the edge of the desk. "He took me to this restaurant, where the centerpiece is a candle and you get to choose the scent— I chose sandalwood, of course— and the food was amazing! We took a stroll down the boardwalk and that's when I just couldn't hold back how I was feeling, anymore. I literally told him everything. If he were anybody else, I might've died, but he's just as in love as I am!..." Simone's eyes gleam as she listens to her best friend gush about things they've only dreamt of.

"I really am happy for you, boo. You deserve it."

"So do you, girl. I saw the way you and ol’ lanky were looking at each other, the other night." Simone rolls her eyes as her heart skips a beat, at the mention of him.

"Jada, he's only around for certain things. A relationship is not one of those things." She bats her lashes.

"You do know that I know you, right?” Jada shakes her head. "You don't have to admit to it, but I see it."

"You see what?"

Jada just laughs and stands up, smoothing her hands over her skirt. "I see right through this little act, you got going on."

"An act?"

"Simone, I'm not doing this with you. You play too many games."

"Ugh, anyway! I'm going to get my nails done at two, you wanna come or you got plans?" Simone asks, picking at her grown out cuticle.

"Yeah, I'll come with you. I need a color change, myself." Jada stares at her nails, before looking back in Simone's direction. "You hear about the investors that are coming?"

"Yes. I'm glad you said that, cause I need to pull up these files."

Jada rounds the table and hovers over Simone's left shoulder, watching her type away on her keyboard and pull up the 'need-to-know’— as Logan put it.

"Alright... two men and a woman—typical," she scoffs.

"I hope she's the leader of the pact." Jada adds.

"It's two thousand and twenty-three. She better be!" Simone exclaims, making Jada chuckle.

"Okay, so we've got John," Simone starts.

"He looks like a white supremacist." Jada frowns.

"Oh, boy!” Simone laughs, "he's been in the investment industry for about... twenty-five years, Jesus!"

"Damn, he's been in business as long as you've been alive, girl." Jada's eyes widened.

"He's gonna be a problem," she scrolls down as she reads his track list— a bunch of boring nonsense about how his entitlement has gotten him where he is today, on top of him being white.

"Moving on, we have his twin brother, Jack. And, then we have Bianca."

"Oooh! She's gorgeous,” they stare at the screen in awe of the umber-hued woman, with her rich, tight coils and impeccable sense of style.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven." Jada mumbles.

"You and me, both."

"Wow, it says that she's been with the company for fifteen years, she's actually invested in Allura a couple of times— why am I just now hearing of her?!" She asks out loud.

"You have a short attention span, girl. We've been over this."

"Having a short attention span, and zoning out when the conversation starts becoming mundane, are two different things."

"Whatever you say."

Walking back through the double doors, Simone gets pulled to the side by her boss. Her furrowed brow causes some of the tension to lift from Rose's face, being replaced by a small smile.

"What's going on?" Her eyes wander around the lobby, watching everybody scatter about. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine. The investors are here and they wanna speak with you."

"Wha— me?" Simone slides her clammy hands down the sides of her skirt, feeling her heart start to hammer in her chest. "Oh God, what did you tell them?"

"I mentioned that you're the face of the remodeling for this place. They love it and wanna talk— it's just a conversation, love. I promise."

"Okay..." she nods, still feeling a bit nervous.

Stepping off the elevator, Simone takes a right down the main hallway and knocks once, before opening the door to the conference room.

Three pairs of eyes stare back at her as she enters; two obviously enthused and one, well... not so much.

"Good afternoon, Simone," Jack moves from his leaning position against the table and reaches out for her hand, giving it a firm shake. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Jack."

"It's nice to meet you too, Jack."

"Hi, Simone. I'm John." He politely shakes her hand.

"Nice to meet you." She keeps it short, as the absence of light in her eyes speaks volumes.

"Likewise."

"Ah, the woman of the month, is what you are, darling. I'm Bianca and it's literally an honor to meet you." Pulling her into a hug, Simone returns it and laughs.

"Wow, what an ego booster, you are! I could never amount to someone as prestigious as you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"We could do this all day long, doll. I've done my homework on you and I'm utterly impressed." Everyone takes a seat at the table.

"As I am, with you."

"Let's get started, shall we?" John asks, cutting their conversation short.

"Sure.” Bianca motions with her hand for him to get on with it.

"So, we've heard a lot about you, since your latest spread has hit the stores— with your name on the cover in those, bright pink, letters."

Simone's expression stays stoic, as she listens to him to talk.

"We're very impressed." Jack adds.

"All of you?" Simone's index finger circles in the air, around the trio.

Bianca chuckles, knowing where this is headed.

"Excuse me?" John raises a bushy eyebrow in her direction.

"Oh, come on. You were unimpressed, before I even walked through the door."

That nervous chuckle that white men do when you've caught onto their game, comes out of his mouth.

"Do you think this is professional? I've been in this business for twenty-"

"–five years, I know," she finishes with a swift roll of her neck.

"That's probably longer than you've been alive, young lady." She laughs.

"I'll be twenty-six in July, so you've only got me by a couple months. Besides the point, by the way. Just because you've been in business, doesn't mean you know business."

"Why do you think they keep me around, then? Since, you've got all the answers." He quizzes.

"Because, you're white and a man. It doesn't take a genius to know that." She blinks.

"Wow," Bianca hums, "I like you."

"Bianca." John firmly states, causing the duo to laugh at him.

"You know better than that, John. If you're gonna be an ass, you should learn how to conceal your facial expressions."

"It's true." Jack adds.

"Well, I don't have to stand for this."

"Well, you're not in charge. I am, and I like everything I've seen from this company, so far. You can bitch about it on your own time."

"It was incredible, babe. I just went for it, which was very risky, but so worth it!" Simone giddily tells Anthony about her day, as she sits outside of the boutique where her dress is.

"You really aren't afraid of anything, are you?" He asks with a subtle laugh.

"Not in any kind of way. Guess where I am." She smirks.

"Hm... is there food involved?"

"Surprisingly, no. Guess again."

"Let's see. It's four o'clock, which means you just got off work. Are you at your fitting for your dress?"

"I'm so glad that you pay attention when I talk." She teases, before getting out of the car.

"Keep talkin' shit," he hums a laugh. "Are you gonna show me what it looks like?"

"Of course... the night of the gala." He sucks his teeth as she laughs.

"Oh, hush. I don't even know what it looks like, yet. Let it be a surprise!"

"Says the woman who doesn't even like surprises." She feels the eye-roll through the phone.

"Well, this one isn't for me, smartass. It's for you. I gotta go."

"Alright, I'll be seeing your pretty face later." She giggles, making a kissy noise into the phone, before hanging up and walking inside.

"Welcome to Bella's. How can I help you, ma'am?" The green-eyed, dark haired woman greets from behind the counter.

"I'm here to see Logan."

"Can I have your name?"

"Simone Carson." Her dainty fingers tap against the keyboard, before she escorts her to the back of the shop.

"Logan, Simone is here." She knocks on the light blue door, twice.

"I'm coming!" With that, the lady excuses herself with a smile. Simone comfortably shifts her weight as the door swings open.

"Hi, beautiful!," she steps out of the way, for Simone to walk inside. Her eyes naturally fell on the mannequin with a dark garment bag on it.

"Hey, girl! Is that my dress?!" She rushes over to it, while Logan laughs and closes the door.

"It sure is. Go ahead and take a look." Simone sits her phone down on the table and unzips the bag, gasping at the sight.

"It's beautiful! Pink is my second favorite color! And this splash of orange is so pretty! Wow, this is beautiful, seriously." Logan giggles as Simone rounds the dress, gasping even harder at the back; a clear acrylic bangle holds the fabric in place as it's diagonally ldraped across the back.

"You really... really outdid yourself. I cannot wait to try this on!"

"I'm so glad you like it! Let me slide out and let you put it on, so I can take pictures." She excuses herself, leaving Simone to squeal some more, before stripping down and putting the dress on.

"Oh wow.... I. Am. Snatched! Logan, come see!" Walking back into the room, she cups both sides of her own face, staring at Simone in awe.

"This was literally made for you. Oh my gosh, you look stunning!" She grabs her phone from her pocket and starts snapping away at, an always camera ready, Simone.

After their mini photo shoot, Simone pulls her clothes back on and slings the heavy garment back over her shoulder.

"Your 'after work' attire is super cute, by the way." Simone compliments Logan's distressed denim jeans paired with her blue, long-sleeved crop top and custom, baby blue converse.

"Thanks! I try to tone it down when I get here."

In her free time, Logan is a seamstress which was definitely her dream job. She'd been into fashion, since she was well into her teens. She'd landed this job when she turned twenty-one and never looked back.

Her being Simone's assistant was her side job— one she thoroughly enjoyed.

"It's workin' for you, babe." Simone pinches her cheek. "I sent the money to your account."

"You didn't have to pay me. I did this for you as a gift."

“Please, you never work for free. Whether it's a sketch or to look at a piece of fabric. You charge! Whether it's me or Rihanna! You charge!”

“Okay, okay! I'll take your money,” she mumbles in a faux dull manner.

Simone giggles. "You sound like me! We've gotta do better at accepting this cash.”

"Ugh, easy for you to say! I don't have a gorgeous man sending me money!"

"That could change!"

"How?"

"When you've got connections, things happen, babygirl." She winks. Logan crinkles her nose.

"Remember what we talked about. Charge."

"I'll be writing it down on everything now. Thank you."

"And, thank you for making this masterpiece! I'll see you tomorrow."

She kisses her cheek, before heading out.

Logan grows curious, as she pulls her phone out and checks her bank account, almost dropping her phone when she sees the amount that came outta Simone's account.

“Five hundred dollars??” She squeals.

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vnmpior · 1 year

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NOT A ROOKIE ☆ ANYMORE

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

x fem reader

summary: it's been a few years, and you've quickly made it up the ranks with your craftmanship and sheer skill when it comes to hand-to-hand combat and guns. when you get put on a new mission, you never guessed who would be there to save you

note: part 2!! honestly some people wanted to know when pt.2 came out, so should i make a taglist for my ghost fics? just comment or msg me if you want me to put you on it! i don't really like this i feel like it's so rushed or something?? idk it doesn't click. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A KISSING SCENE PLEASE B NICE

tw: brief mention of non-con (but does not happen to any character in past or during this ff)

pt.1 // not proofread

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shadow.

shadows can be your greatest fear, not knowing what lies in the darkness ahead of you. an enemy, or is it your mind playing tricks on you?

it can also be a safe haven, a refuge from the blistering sun, or other things.

but that can simply be a facade, a trap for others to fall into.

using the shadows to your advantage can be lethal. being quiet, deliberate in your actions as you sneak up behind someone and take them out without causing alarm.

when harnessed correctly, shadows can be your greatest weapon.

. .

"i've got him in my sights. ready when you are." you said, staring at the back of your target's head through your scope.

you waited for confirmation, but no response came.

"captain?" you spoke, even momentarily taking your eyes off the man who isn't aware of what's about to be his untimely demise to inspect your radio.

"fuck." you wouldn't shoot without orders, having learned your lesson way back, during the mission right after you met ghost. that mission also led you to be called shadow.

you heard a crackle, and what you could make out to be, "go."

you immediately put your finger on the trigger, realigning your gun, and once you were ready, you let out a deep exhale and added pressure, the recoil always making you blink against your will. you watched as the man almost immediately slumped over.

"target down." you began packing up your gear and gun, trying to get to the rendezvous before anyone came to check out the noise.

"shadow. shadow, can you hear me? shadow, how copy?" you heard.

"captain? what's wrong?" you asked, already going down the stairs of the building, sprinting.

"did you shoot?" price sounded slightly worried.

"yes. didn't you give me the affirmative?" did you mishear him? fuck, the only reason why he wouldn't want you to shoot was probably because you shot the wrong target. "don't fucking tell me i shot the wrong person."

"no, you got the right one alright. i just need you to watch out. turns out a lot of people have already found out about your little assassination. they were ready for it. be careful making your way back. i've got a little surprise waiting for you here."

"a prize? you finally rewarding me for my hard work?" you chuckled, now on even higher alert for soldiers coming at you.

"honestly, it's up to you if you think if it's a prize."

"is it a medal? i fucking hate medals. the fuck am i gonna do with them?" you scowled, the balaclava you had on shifting as your nose scrunched up.

"nah, you might actually like this. just get here safe."

"i'm looking forward to this, price. don't disappoint me. or i'll make sure you won't touch another cigarette in your life." you grinned as you stuck to the darker areas, trying your best not to be seen by coincidence.

you paused, hearing loud footsteps. you could tell that it wasn't only one person, but multiple.

"fuck," you whispered under your breath. you took out your knife and strapped your gun onto yourself, ready to do some close combat.

you saw them turn the corner, seeing three men, all armed with guns. there was no way you were going to be able to take them all down, but you can hope that they wouldn't notice you.

you pulled your balaclava down even more on instinct, waiting for one of them to sound the alarm and shoot.

you stayed close to the wall, thankful for the shadows that were keeping you from their line of sight.

two of the men split off, turning left before they could make it to you, but one kept making his way over. as soon as he made it in arm's length to you, you quickly covered his mouth and lodge your knife into his throat, watching as he struggled.

"sorry man, i just had to." you frowned as you let him go to eventually die on the floor, retrieving your knife.

you continued on, realizing that the other two had went the way that you had to go. there was no other route that you could go on.

"fucking hell," you grabbed your gun again, ready to fire before the duo could notice you.

you followed them, and sooner or later you caught up. they kept walking, deep in conversation. letting out two quick shots, they had no time to react.

"that was unfair, wasn't it?" you said to yourself. as you made your way around the bodies, trying to get as far as possible before another group came along.

sadly enough, you couldn't get far enough before another trio intercepted your path, also all armed with guns.

you quickly raised your arms up. how the fuck were you getting out of this one?

"what are you doing here?" one of the men said, and you realized that you were far enough way from everyone you've killed for them to even known what you've done. maybe you could play off being one of them, but that would be very hard considering the fact your gear was so much different from theirs.

you looked at him questioningly as if you couldn't understand him, simply letting out a "huh?"

the trio looked at each other, then back at you. you weren't tricking anyone with the tactical gear you had on and gun in hand.

"come with us," one of them smirked. this fucking can't be good.

you knew you were outnumbered, especially with all of them having guns. there was no way you were going to be able to run away or get past killing one of them before you got shot down.

you nodded hesitantly, and the three huddled around you, one of them holding a metal barrel to your head. you could feel it through the fabric, and you began sweating. this was the closest to death you've ever been, and one wrong move could be the last move you would ever make.

they led you away from the bodies, and closer to where you were originally going to go, thankfully, and you made it to a big house, in better shape than all the other house around.

a cloth quickly made its way over your eyes, and someone pushed you to the floor, tying your legs together, but for some reason not tying your hands together, when that's the most useful thing you could have in this situation. you felt the weight of your gun being taken off your body and be set somewhere else.

"just wait a moment sweetheart, someone will be here to talk to you. they'll be so happy to see you," you could hear that guy smirk. when you got out of this situation, you would make sure you pinned his fucking balls to the wall.

you could feel their presence leave the room, and you went straight to your radio.

"price, you there?" you lowered your voice, not knowing when they could come back.

"shadow, where are you? you should've made it back by now." price responded.

"i've been captured. i'm in some big house, in better shape than all the houses around. it's not that far from the rv point. it's on the route i was taking."

"fucking hell. how many are there? you hurt?"

"i don't know. there was three men bringing me in, said they were going to go get someone. i haven't been hurt- yet." you heard a door open and slam shut, followed by what you guessed was four people.

"look who we have here. ain't you a pretty one, darling?" you made sure to take your hand off the transmission button after he spoke, so price wouldn't respond and get your radio taken away or even worse, cause you to be moved to a different building.

that must be the guy they retrieved, but what the fuck was he going to do with you. you stayed silent.

"not talkative, huh? been a while since i saw someone as cute as you walking around." you felt a force lift your chin up.

you knew that if you did anything too rash, they would shoot you. it's obvious they don't want you for any intel, so that means you're easily disposable.

"i've been looking for a sweet little girlie like you. wonder what you can do." he released you, and said. "why's her hands not tied?"

"didn't have enough rope, sir. you'll already have her tied up in that bed of yours anyways."

they all burst out in laughter and you frowned in disgust. that's what they were doing? you decided to try and get up, placing your hands on the floor to drag yourself upright, when something sharp pressed against your neck. ironic to be threatened in the same way that you killed one of their men.

"don't try anything." the guy you assumed was their superior crooned into your ear, making you shiver. and not in a good way.

sticking to not speaking, you nodded, and the blade's pressure disappeared from your neck.

"good girl," they praised, but you cringed inwardly. you would've smiled hearing that come from anyone else's mouth, especially a certain someone. a certain someone you wished could come save your ass already, but you haven't seen them in years.

simon really was a ghost. you let out a chuckle at your own thoughts.

"something funny?" another person questioned. you shook your head quickly.

"leave her here. and go get some more rope, you think some rope around her legs are going to stop here from leaving? fucking idiots."

you laid the side of your head down on the ground, and slowly began lifting up the blindfold around your eyes.

you heard the scrape of a chair, and then the guy, who you were going to call, "the boss", sat down with a sigh.

"who do you work for?" he asked. "nevermind, that's a stupid question. i bet you're with those fucking assholes who killed our leader."

you smirked a little. little did he know you were said asshole who killed him.

"fuck this. those bastards can't find anything even if it was up their ass." you could hear the rustle of clothes as he stood up and felt him grip your wrist.

"what the fuck are you doing?" you spat. you could take him on in a fight as long as no one walked in with a weapon.

"the only reason why you're still alive babe, is beca-" he was cut off by the sound of yelling and gunshots.

"is that your fucking friends?" you heard him growl.

you shrugged. "probably," you cheerily agreed as you grabbed onto his hand that was on your wrist and twisted it as hard as you could, causing him to yelp in pain.

he let go of you and you grabbed your knife, not needing to see where it was due to memory, and quickly cut through the ropes around your ankles, standing up before the boss tackled you, pinning you to the floor.

you didn't need to see to quickly flip him over, trained in being able to overpower even the strongest person. you brought your legs over his back and used your weight and his momentum to make you the one on top. you didn't know if he still had his knife on him, and didn't take any chances. you brought your blade down on his leg, and he howled.

taking this chance, you ripped the blindfold off and made eye contact with the person in front you, some ragged looking person who could be in his late 30s.

"disgusting." you spat as he held his leg, tears streaming down his face. you saw no weapon on him, and you weren't going to wait around for someone else to come along and attack you.

you got up, getting rope and tying his wrists together, doing what he and his men didn't do to you, and you knew he wasn't going to be walking anywhere anytime soon. you put the blindfold around his mouth and held a finger up to your lips.

"you should be more fucking quiet like a good boy." you stood up, running out the room with your gun to the commotion coming from the front of the house.

peering out from a corner to make sure you weren't going to run out into a bunch of bullets, you saw a familiar man with a mask, and four men on the floor, one in the grasp of who you never expected to see.

"nice to see you're alive, rookie." ghost said as the man he carried crumpled to the ground.

"rookie?" you raised an eyebrow, only to realize he couldn't see you do that since half of your face was covered.

"got a mask of your own?" he walked up to you, and he still had so much height over you, looking down at you as you looked up.

"personally, i think mine is much cooler. it looks better on me." you laughed.

"shadow, you there?"

"nice call sign, shadow," ghost let the name roll of his tongue and your cheeks heated up.

pressing a button, you responded.

"i'm here, price. is this your little surprise?"

"couldn't stop him from going. he was eager to retrieve you."

you shot a questioning look at simon, who wasn't looking at you anymore, but instead looking if anyone else was in the house.

"what are you even doing here?" you asked ghost.

"well, i came to help you guys find someone for your next mission, but i think you already found him," he pointed behind you, and you turned to see the piece of shit crawling over to the two of you. how he even made it this far was beyond you, using his soldiers to propel himself forward.

"this fucking bitch?" you scoffed.

"i see the two of you already met," he noted the stab wound in the man's leg and the rope around his wrists.

"you wouldn't believe what he wanted to do with me."

ghost narrowed his eyes.

"he wanted to do something with you?"

"how else do you think i'm alive right now?"

"sheer will. i heard you've gotten good at close combat." ghost went over to the man and crouched over, and the guy looked up in terror.

"what the fuck should we do with you?" he hummed.

"do we have to bring him back alive?" you asked. you would not hesitate to lift your gun and shoot him.

ghost didn't respond, instead going back over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder that made you jump in surprise. the last time you were this close was when he was taking debris out your arm on that first mission.

"do whatever you want. we don't need him."

you grinned. "yes, lieutenant."

☆☆.

you were happy to be back on the base. that was probably the biggest stroke of luck you've ever had, being captured by the stupidest enemies you've ever seen, and by so few of them being at the house with you.

price was happy to see you back, and presented the prize you already knew about.

"aren't you happy to see ghost?"

"beyond elated. i'm currently pissing my pants of joy right now." the sentence might've sounded sarcastic, but you broke out into a huge smile.

looking over at ghost, you saw his eyes had a glimmer of amusement in them.

"i'll be in the other room. come over if you need me,"

you took off your balaclava and tactical vest and weapons as soon as you got in the room, sitting down on the cot. as soon as you swung your legs up and laid down to take a short nap, a rapid series of knocks sounded at the door.

you groaned, going over to open it to reveal ghost.

"simon?"

"can i come in?" he said gruffly.

you gestured for him to make his way in, and you shut the door.

"anything you want, lieutenant?" you emphasized his rank, still remembering the first time the two of you met.

"you ever gonna show me some respect, shadow?"

you held a hand to your heart, letting out a dramatic gasp. "me? not showing you respect? let me apologize."

you could see his eyes roll.

"since you seem like you were going to take a nap, i want to do some close combat with you. need to see how good you got since you were a rookie." it sounded less of an invitation and more of a demand.

"you asking me as a superior or am i allowed to decline?" you put your hands on your hips, tilting your head.

"are you really going to say no?"

"absolutely not. anything to fucking beat your ass."

☆☆.

the two of you were lying on the floor, and you were sweating. hard.

"thought you were better with guns, simon." you exhaled.

"thought you were better at hand-to-hand combat," he retorted.

you glared at him. "i will pulverize your ass."

he didn't reply, and you took the chance to get up and make him get up also.

"one more. whoever wins gets bragging rights."

"bragging rights?" he questioned, but you already began throwing punches and attempting to get him to fall.

he blocked majority of them, but you didn't let him have a chance to get offensive, instead opting to simply go for his waist and push him to the floor, with you attached. this led to you bear hugging his waist, your face in his chest.

you accidentally took a huge inhale through your nose, and you could smell him. he smelled like gunpowder, dust, and. . . wood?

"are you fucking sniffing me, y/n?"

"well, i'm fucking breathing, aren't i?" you could feel him attempt to flip you over but you kept yourself grounded.

"fucking christ. check where your legs are at." ghost groaned, and you peered down to see your leg against. . .

"holy shit, i'm so fucking sorry," ghost took this opportunity to successfully flip you over, and now you were pinned down again. for the second time today, too.

the space between you too was so small, and you could feel his body pressing on yours. your breathing sped up at the distance.

you've been infatuated with the masked man ever since you met him, never being able to forget those moments you had with him. those times you got to work with him, which was barely, had you cherishing those memories of him.

price obviously caught on, which was why he was calling ghost a prize. a prize you were happy to get today.

ghost could tell the look on your face with your half-lidded eyes and parted lips.

he leaned even closer.

"something wrong?" you could hear the smirk.

"fuck off," you turned your face to the side.

"look at me." you immediately went back to glare at him, but you couldn't with how close you were. "i asked you a question."

"nothing's wrong, ghost."

"so if i checked your heartbeat, it would be normal?"

"you trying to touch me, lieutenant?"

"so what if i am?" you had no response to that, opening and closing your mouth, trying to find the words to represent how you were feeling.

the two of you stayed in silence, just like usual, until you broke it.

"can i kiss you?" you murmured.

"close your eyes." you did as he said, and heard the sound of his mask being pulled up, followed by the feeling of his lips pressing against yours. he didn't let go off you wrists, leaving you to have to lean forward to return the kiss.

you kissed as if you had been thinking about this for years, which you had, and he kissed as if this was something that his life depended on. something that he's needed and has been craving desperately.

you never opened your eyes, waiting for the moment he decides to show you himself on his own terms. besides, doesn't it add to the mystery?

he pulled away much quicker than you wanted him to, pouting. you heard him as he slipped his mask back on and told you to open your eyes.

"sorry gorgeous. remember, i'm too pretty to be showing you my face. might dazzle you too much."

you laughed.

"i'm always ready to be dazzled by you, simon. you've dazzled me since the moment we met."

"oh really? you like it when guys insult you?"

"makes me feel like i've done something." you accepted the hand he held out to help you up as he stood.

"definitely have done something to me," he spoke to himself.

you grinned. seems like you both can dazzle people.

☆☆.

i absolutely despise this. i apologize sm

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aki-shun · 2 years

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Part II

Jack an Leona is here!!!

I'm so sorry for this episode being late but DA DAA is here :D

Warning: HUMAN

⚡️Sebek ZIGVOLT⚡️

You can't be thinking this guy is bottom of a HUMAN

A HUMAN(!)

Nah

He's not

He's TOP

Everytime

And you can't change it

First of all, it's a miracle you're even dating this guy

How did you convince him?!

This boy totally hates you

Because you are a HUMAN

And that's enough for him to hate you

But you keep bothering him

You do your best to make him go out with you

You're trying even though he's always rejecting you

He secretly likes it but can't admit it

Tsundere boy 2

HUMAN, if you really love me and you want to date, PROVE IT!

Valley of Thorns is a bit old-fashioned, I guess

Valley of thorns in the virginity and having a relationship are important and sacred, I guess..

So he will want it with you

No problem for him

Even if he doesn't admit it, he likes you too and wants to have sex with you

'Cause when that happens you won't be able to break up with him even if you wanted to

Having a relationship with someone you love is sacred and if you get involved with someone, you can no longer break up with them

You were in your dorm room

Sebek hadn't even gotten out of the shower yet

!Please clean before intercourse. This is important for the health of both you and your partner!

You're so excited because you barely made eye contact with Sebek, let alone a date

But now you're gonna have sex with him

Lucky Boy~

Sebek got out of the shower and approached you

Damn he was so sexy with his hair down

And that wet body from years of training

Fuck it, you're glorious

You already had a slight blush on your face

He took lubricant from the nightstand and poured it on his hands and fingers

After he poured enough, he stuck two fingers in your hole.

You shivered, the coldness of the lubricant and Sebek's thick(?) fingers disturbed you, but you did not give in

You tried to suppress his moans as his fingers sheared your insides

Because Grim was sleeping in the room and the ghosts could hear you and come

You didn't want two possibilities so you were covering your mouth with one hand

After Sebek finished prepping you, he poured some of the lubricant on his own cock

You could see that he was looking at you with serious and cold eyes when he looked at his face, but the redness on his cheeks and ears was enough to tell how he was feeling

He got into you in a way that wasn't very slow and gentle

A deep moan escaped your throat

Then Sebek's cock twitched inside you and you felt it

The Sebek bed began to slide into you at a speed that wouldn't make much of a noise

As time progressed, Sebek's movements and pace began to become more rigid

The more he increased his speed, the harder it was to suppress his moans

Sebek turned you around and buried your face in the pillow and lifted your ass in the air

(for the reader who didn't understand the positions and showered me with questions at six in the morning: dog position)

Sebek squeezed your hips, pushing himself harder on you

Your drool and tears soiled your pillow

Your moans were absorbed by your pillow, but they were loud enough for Sebek to hear

As Sebek neared the climax, he was pushing himself harder and faster at you

The harder Sebek pressed herself against you, the more your hole and your walls clung to him

Sebek leaned over you, resting his chest on your back

With his mouth close to your left ear and he said

I see you love me, enough to you get fucked by me, HUMAN. Look how your goddamn hole is wrapping my cock. Are you ready to be under me forever?

He was saying this in your ear in a contemptuous tone

Your face was still buried in the pillow

Then Sebek straightened up and slapped your ass hard

You ejaculated with this hard hit and all your cum spilled on the sheets

A sharp scream came out of your mouth

Enough to wake grim and the ghosts

But they didn't wake up or come

Lucky~ one wink

Sebek leans over you again

I asked you a question, HUMAN. There's a half-fairy in front of you, now answer my question.

You nodded, your body still shaking from the sudden discharge

Then Sebek started to move harder with a smug grin

Pressing himself in the deepest

All the cum was pouring into your inside

A HUMAN like you should be grateful to be accepted by me.

But you were grateful to god that Grim or the ghosts didn't wake up :)

I'll post the article for Ruggie later because I'll write it as both top and bottom.

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silent-stories · 2 years

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋

Summary: While you and Dean are investigating some mysterious suicides, he starts seeing things, bad things. And they look so real.

Pairing: Dean × Reader

Warnings: angst, kind of tempted suicide, fluff at the end

Word count: 3015

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Your pov:

"This looks like a nice place, maybe it has nothing to do with the deaths." Dean said as you walked into the neon-lit bar to investigate, that night.

"So you think the six dead people have all been here before committing suicide by coincidence?" You asked sarcastically, raising your eyebrows.

In the last month, in fact, two men and four women had committed suicide for no apparent reason and the only thing they had in common was that, a few days before their death, they had come to the bar where you were at that moment.

Maybe it had been a risky move to show up there but what could you do about it, you were hunters, you followed troubles.

"Can I get you something?" A waiter asked as he reached the table you were sitting at.

"For me a beer." Dean replied.

"Nothing, thanks." You said before the waiter left.

"Nothing?" Dean asked you slightly surprised.

"I don't drink during hunts, I have to stay focused." You answered.

You and Dean stayed there for several hours, observing the behavior of customers and waiters, looking for oddities but found nothing.

At around 1 a.m. you started asking a few questions, like if they had noticed anything wrong or if they knew the victims but most of the people there were already drunk or were smoking something that you doubted was very legal.

What a place.

When the music became so loud you couldn't even hear what Dean was saying, you went out.

"Now I understand why people committed suicide after being there." You said as you headed for the impala left in the parking lot in front of the bar.

"Come on, it wasn't that bad." Dean laughed, he was probably just saying it to annoy you.

"Oh well, you can always go back there if you want. I drive back to the motel." You answered.

"Nah, I'd rather be with you, you are better." He said as you got into the car and a smile unwittingly formed on your lips. You were better.

"And you think I'd let you drive Baby? You'd crash it." He continued.

How to screw up something cute he was saying, you thought, shaking your head, but you were still laughing.

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Dean's pov:

Dean woke up around five in the morning and, after tossing and turning in the old motel bed for a few minutes, he decided he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

Fearing that if he stayed there he would wake you up, he got out of bed, grabbed his jacket and left the room slowly closing the door, not before looking at you for a moment.

Your hair was spread across the pillow and your mouth slightly open. There was a slight black halo around your eyes caused by the makeup you didn't take off well the night before and despite this Dean thought you were absolutely beautiful and he had to resist the temptation to move a strand of your hair that had fallen over your face.

Reaching the impala in the parking lot lit by the first lights of the day, he grabbed your FBI badges that you had left there, thinking that if you showed up as agents, that night, you would get more answers.

"Agent Martin" and "Agent McCall" were the names written on them, Dean smiled thinking about the day you decided those names. He remembered you had proposed a really weird name before that one. Stilinski maybe? He refused to use it.

You opted for "McCall", eventually. He didn't understand the reference anyway but you were too cute to say no.

Closing the car door, he started heading back to the motel but suddenly he heard a noise coming from behind him.

Grabbing the gun in his belt, he quickly turned and pointed it in front of him, but what he saw blew him away.

"Dad?" He asked as his eyes widened in shock. It was not possible.

"Hi Dean." John replied, keeping a serious expression.

"You... you are dead." Dean stammered, still pointing the gun in front of him, his hands trembling slightly.

"You must be a demon. Or a shapeshifter or ..." Dean said before being interrupted.

"It doesn't matter what I am. I'm your father." He replied. "Lower the gun, son. I just wanna talk."

Dean wasn't sure if he had lowered the gun because that creature had some weird power over him or if it was because John terrified him as he had during his entire life, but he did it.

"So, tell me. Where's Sam?" John asked.

"He went to help a girl, Eileen, on a hunt. Why are you asking?" Dean replied, without even knowing why he was doing it.

"Why am I asking? You should know. Sam has always been my favorite. And you? You have always been my disappointment." John replied, as if he were saying the most obvious thing in the world.

"Dad..." Dean whispered before being interrupted.

"You were never smart enough, fast enough or brave enough. Sam has always been better than you, in everything. I told you to protect him and what do you do? You let him go hunting alone while you stay here having fun with that girl. Y/N? Right? Don't have any illusions, he'll never want you. Not the way you want her." John said, staring at Dean.

"You are a failure, accept it. You are a failure as a son, as a brother and as a hunter. You are and always will be, until the day you die." He added.

Dean listened to his dad say those things, things he already knew, but it hurt anyway. It hurt so damn much that he almost felt like there was something crushing his chest.

When he looked up to where his father had been a moment ago, he saw that there was no one left.

What the hell was going on? It couldn't be a ghost, they had burned John's body.

Dean looked around the parking lot one last time before rushing back to the motel.

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Dean was in the bathroom watching his reflection in the mirror, trying to find an answer to what had just happened.

Was he crazy? Was a supernatural creature making fun of him? Was he so used to hearing those things in his head that he now he imagined them being said by someone real?

He came out of the bathroom after rinsing his face, hoping you woke up so he could ask you for advice. He had a weird feeling in his stomach and thousands of thoughts were spinning in his head but he was sure that you would be able to calm him down, you always did. You always had the power to calm him down and stop the thoughts spinning in his head.

Reaching the main room, he found you standing there, as if you had been waiting for him for some time, you had also changed your clothes and looked ready to leave.

"What's happening?" You asked.

"It's... i don't know. I'm not sure what it was. I... it was a lot." Dean stammered.

"Oh Dean, put your shit together." You snorted.

"What?" He asked incredulously.

"There's always something wrong with you, you should start thinking that maybe the problem is you." You said with an angry tone in your voice.

"Y/N..." Dean muttered.

"Please don't pretend you don't understand. Most nights you wake up screaming because you have nightmares and I can't sleep for three fucking hours straight. During hunts if something bad happens, if someone gets hurt or dies, it's always your fault because you weren't smart enough to come up with a plan that made sense before." You said.

Dean opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound.

You never told him anything like that, you were always kind and understanding to him, you were always there when he needed it and he was immensely grateful to you for it. You were there for him during his bad nights and you were there after hunts went south, to say it wasn't his fault and everything was going to be okay, to let him rest his head on your chest and run your fingers through his hair while he listened to your heartbeat, to whisper reassuring sentences to his ear and to leave a kiss on his forehead.

God, he loved when your lips brushed his forehead and left soft kisses there, even if he never told you.

He was grateful that you were a part of his life and made it better just with your presence.

He felt good when he was with you, he felt like a good person. He felt loved.

"Everyone hates you, Dean. Sam, Castiel, me. We'd all be better off if you were dead. Oh, but you were dead, you should have stayed dead." You continued, as a grin formed on your lips looking at the broken expression on Dean's face at your words.

"Did you really think there was something between us? Please, who could ever love someone like you?" You added laughing.

Dean knew that something weird was going on, that something was wrong, but his mind was clouded by your words and all he could think was that if you were not going to stop, he had to find a way to do it.

Then he remembered the gun tucked into his belt.

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Your pov:

You woke up to a noise coming from a few steps from your bed and buried your face in the pillow.

"It's too early Dean, go back to sleep." You murmured.

When you didn't receive an answer you opened your sleepy eyes, turning to the source of the noise.

Dean was standing in the middle of the room pointing a gun at his head.

"Dean, what's going on?" You asked in a worried voice. Suddenly you were much more than awake.

He didn't reply.

You moved the blankets and got out of bed, your bare feet walked on the cold wood of the motel floor and you stopped in front of him, but still far from where he was standing.

He was staring at some indefinite point in your direction, but he wasn't looking at you. His eyes seemed miles away.

"Dean, put the gun down." You said trying to keep a confident tone of voice and failing miserably.

You had no idea what was going on but you wanted it to end.

Dean didn't move, his finger still on the trigger.

"Hey, I'm... I'm getting closer okay? Don't shoot." You said as you took a step towards him.

"Dean, whatever is going on, we'll fix it. Like we always do, okay? We're... we're family, we'll work together and find a way out. We... we need you. I need you so now you have to drop the gun." You said as you got closer and closer to him.

Now you were one step away from him and you could see clearly his frightened face and the single tear that silently fell on his cheek. What the hell was going on?

"Dean, please. I'm begging you. It's me, okay? I need you to listen to me. We... we are friends and... and we are always there for each other. We always help each other and... and we love each other." You said as you realized that your eyes had filled with tears and a sob left your lips.

"I love you." You added, your voice a little more than a whisper.

At that moment, Dean looked at you. He really looked at you, in your eyes, with a confused and a little bewildered look. You took the opportunity to reach out and grab the gun, snatch it from his hand and toss it across the room, away from him.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean asked you as the tears you had been trying to hold back started rolling down your face.

"I don't know, I woke up and you... you were going to kill yourself. God, you scared me. You okay?" You said sniffling and, after he nooded, you wrapped your arms around his torso, sinking your face into his chest.

"Don't ever try to do that again." You muttered as Dean wrapped his arms around you.

"I think it's a witch. The deaths are caused by a witch, she's showing things that are not real to people who then commit suicide." Dean explained as he stroked your back and left a kiss in your hair.

When you stepped back , after a few moments, Dean cupped your face with his hands and wiped your last tears with his thumbs.

"Hey, it's okay." He whispered to you.

"You scared me." You repeated.

"You... you are important to me, kind of really really important and if anything happens to you I..." your words were interrupted by Dean's lips meeting yours in a slow, soft kiss. He rested his hands on the sides of your face while you, surprised, kissed him back.

A few moments later, when he broke the kiss, you were smiling slightly.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He said simply.

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The day after

"So it was a witch." Sam said on the phone as you turned on speaker to make Dean hear too.

"A witch who worked as a bartender and put potions in her customers' drinks. But don't worry we took care of her." You answered.

"You weren't really lucky, with all the customers that were there that night, she chose Dean." He said.

"Yeah, about that... we found out that her lover committed suicide when he found out she was a witch. So she only chose people in love." You explained.

After a moment of silence you heard Sam's voice again.

"Is Dean in love? Well, I wonder..." He started saying before Dean interrupted him.

"Sam, she knows. We kissed." Dean laughed as he pushed you closer to him on the motel couch, so that your back was against his chest.

"Oh, finally. I was tired of pretending i didn't know you guys were madly in love with eachother." Sam answered with a sigh of relief.

Dean chuckled as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

You felt his chest vibrate against your back and realized it was a pleasant feeling to have him so close to you and to know he was happy.

"Did you know that?" You asked Sam.

"Y/N, everyone knew that. Last time I saw Jody and Donna, they asked me when one of you stupid guys would confess their feelings." Sam replied.

"No way." You laughed, you were sure Dean was rolling his eyes, even though you couldn't see him.

"And last week, Charlie asked me if she could be the bridesmaid at your wedding." Sam added.

"I can't believe it, she knew it and she didn't tell me anything!" You laughed.

"And Garth..." Sam continued.

"Sammy, we get it. Everyone knew it and we are two morons." Dean cut him off, pretending to be annoyed, but you knew he was enjoying the conversation.

Both you and Sam laughed.

"Guys, I gotta go. Eileen needs me." He said.

"Oh Sam, c'mon. Won't you tell us how things are going with Eileen? And you know what I'm talking about." Dean asked with a smirk.

"There are connection problems, I'll call you back later. Bye!" Sam said before ending the call.

"I don't think the connection had a problem." You laughed putting the phone away.

After a few moments of silence, you turned your head to look at Dean.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked noticing his unhappy expression.

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine." Dean replied.

"You know, you didn't tell me about... what you saw." You said, hoping Dean understood that you wanted to help him.

He clenched his jaw.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, really. Just...was it me?" You asked.

"You and my father." Dean said after a while, when you almost lost hope he would answer.

"Dean, whatever she said, it wasn't me. I would never say anything to hurt you, you know." You said before you reached out to him and left a kiss on his cheek, then rested your head on his chest and curled up against his body, still sitting on the couch.

"I know." Dean whispered.

"But it felt so real." He added with a note of sadness in his voice.

"This is real." You said leaving another kiss on his jaw.

"And this." You added as you put your lips on his temple.

"And this." You repeated as your lips brushed his skin and left a tender kiss on his forehead as a smile finally formed on his lips.

Did Dean Winchester, the brave and tough hunter, liked forehead kisses? Good to know, you would have done that more often, you thought smiling at the idea.

"Okay, I got it." He laughed as he brought his lips to yours for a short but sweet kiss.

"Good." You answered as you rested your head on his chest again, listening to his heartbeat and wrapping your arms around his torso.

It was a good feeling.

"What do you think if we stay here for a little longer? We can leave tomorrow morning." Dean proposed after a while, as his hand lazily ran up and down your back.

You wished you could have stayed like that all your life, you have never felt so safe, so at home.

"Sounds like a great idea to me." You said.

"A few days ago I started watching a tv show, we can keep watching it together." You proposed.

You were wearing an old AC/DC t-shirt that belonged to Dean and pajama pants, so you were ready to spend the day on the couch cuddling Dean and watching TV.

"Sounds good, what show is it?" He asked as his hand kept drawing imaginary circles on your back.

"In the last episode of season two arrives a really hot guy, and he wears a cowboy hat, I can't wait! It's called Big Sky, I'm sure you'll like it." You explained as you grabbed the remote with a smile on your face.

Dean chuckled and pushed you even closer to him with his arm.

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I thought about the NCR Sharecropper Farms and Concluded they should not Exist.

Strong opening line, 'ey? How's ol' Delafiseaseses gonna justify that?

Quite easily, actually. Y'see some people misunderstand the NCR Sharecropper Farms, they think it provides food to the Mojave. Not true. It provides food to the NCR, clues in the name, really. Its a Sharecrop, the NCR gets some of the crop and the sharecroppers get the rest of their crop as payment, the portion the NCR takes goes to NCR Military bases. As Romanowski says 'A lot of the crops grown here support the various NCR camps in the region - McCarran, Golf, and Forlorn Hope, to name a few. We can't have wastelanders popping in here for a free meal, so my squad and I are assigned to keep things from going to hell.' and when Romanowski says 'Wastelanders' he means 'people from the Mojave Wasteland' of course.

Do the sharecroppers sell their crops to Mojave citizens? Possibly, but remember all the sharecroppers are NCR citizens brought over by the 'Thaler Act', nobody from the Mojave directly benefits from this arrangement.

You may think 'Well, not like anyone in the Mojave before was using the land.' possibly wrong. While he's not from the Mojave (and is an unrepentant Enclave fascist, but that's irrelevant) Orion Moreno has this to say 'I came out here to get away from them - didn't work out so well. Next thing I know, I'm squatting in "their" land. Never mind that I'd already been living here for years.', and when he says 'years' he could mean up to over 3 decades. So we've got to wonder... was the land unoccupied? Moreno is a stubborn old Enclave soldier, he wouldn't scare easy, he gets harassed by the NCR, as he says when you first meet him 'Bah. Looks like I forgot to lock the doors again. If you're with the NCR, get out. This place is mine, and I'm not leaving.' or, if you am in NCR faction armour 'Look, trooper, I was living in this house long before your farms got set up. Don't even think about evicting me.' most people would be forced off by these tactics. So it is entirely possible the NCR has displaced Mojave residents to set up their precious farm.

Both quests involving the Sharecropper Farm also include a backdrop of NCR vs Mojave Locals. The most obvious is, of course, The White Wash. The Westside Co-Op, an actual local community farming effort (which does have some New Californians, but they're unaffiliated with the NCR), is only surviving because of the syphoning of water from the Sharecroppers by Tom Anderson. The water from the local water system that the NCR took over, I might add. Why do they get to claim ownership of Lake Mead's water and the Vegas water system?

And the second, Hard Luck Blues is more indirect. The NCR isn't at fault at all for this, the Vault 34 Civil War damaged their reactor and that was entirely on them. But the final choice between saving the Vault 34 Survivors or dealing with the radiation leak caused by the Vault 34 Civil War killing the survivors. So it is literally saving an NCR Asset or saving people who for over 200 years have lived in the Mojave.

Now, I'm not saying the Sharecroppers themselves deserve to suffer lower than needed water rations or radiation in their soil. They didn't set this up, they're just working class NCR citizens trying to survive, but, the thing is, the Sharecroppers can just... leave. And they do if these quests are resolved in ways that hurt the Farms.

After the White Wash siding with Anderson/Westside the affected sharecropper Trent Bascom says he's quitting because 'I wouldn't be able to meet the quota, and the NCR would kick me out of my job, anyway. Nah, it's better I get out on my own terms.' and he's even got a plan for his future 'I hear the Brahmin ranchers out in Redding are looking for some hard workers, so I might try there first. I hate working with Brahmin, though.' so, yeah, that sucks for him, but he's got a future. He may not like that future, but its more of a future than the Westsiders have if they lose their Co-Op.

And after Hard Luck Blues you can find some Sharecroppers out front of the Big Horn Saloon in Boulder City. The named member of this group is a woman named Anne, she has this to say 'We're heading back home. I hope our troops do the same. This land can't be saved. Trying to grow crops in this heat, with so little water, is bad enough, but now we've got radiation seeping into the farmlands east of New Vegas. We're done. Let the people of these hell-hole deal with their problems, I say.' and, y'know, I agree. Maybe the people of the Mojave should deal with their problems and not have a military force from somewhere else claiming their land and water? Especially since the area is still disputed at this time. They're literally fighting a bloody war which they have a 3/4 chance of losing during all of this.

To put this all in a shorter way: The NCR Sharecropper Farm's existence is an example of NCR colonialism.

Like, it's textbook fucking colonialism. They forcefully took over part of a land that's not theirs, brought in their own people to 'settle' the land and violently keep the locals out of it all, who suffer because of it. I've said before that the NCR playacts the USA and they certainly playact it accurately.

So, unless you're doing an NCR playthrough, I'd say its probably best to side against the Sharecropper Farm in every instance because the NCR Sharecropper Farms should not exist. It sucks for the Sharecroppers, but they'd be out of the job when the NCR withdraws anyway. Probably best for everyone if they get out before the NCR Military does.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #new vegas #hard luck blues #the white wash #ncr #ncr sharecropper farms #trent bascom #anne #westside #vault 34 #orion moreno #new california republic

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descendinginto-madness · 3 days

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exhausted.

word count: 439

content warnings: mentions of self-destructive behavior, mentions of a character in a very bad state

summary: N/A

author's notes: well uh. at first i was like what if i kill someone for this prompt again, because i only knew i wanted to write about Welt, but then i decided nah. that's for day 26. :). and tomorrow is Emile again because they can't catch a break :3

“You look tired.”

Welt turns his head away from the parlor car's window, his gaze focusing on Himeko as she approaches him. He didn't hear her enter; only noticing her when she spoke. He can spot the concern on her face and it causes him to smile softly, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. As much as he's trying to look like everything’s alright, he's also aware that the exhaustion he feels right now must be rather obvious - which Himeko has taken note of already, and the look in his eyes - almost empty.

“I'm fine,” he replies, though. He looks away, at the countless stars outside the Astral Express, and Himeko stops right next to him with a quiet sigh. He can feel her gaze on himself, but he doesn't move.

“You know I can tell that's not true,” she replies. “It’s late. You should go and rest.”

He sighs in response.

“I'm fine,” he repeats, with a little more firmness in his voice now, but without anger. He could never get angry at her for worrying about him, even if he doesn't always appreciate it - or thinks there was no need for it. Right now, it's the former; especially since he's pretty sure he won't fall asleep anyway. There's way too much going on in his mind right now.

“I wouldn't be able to–”

He speaks again, but she interrupts him, placing a hand on his shoulder and causing him to finally look back at her.

“Welt.” Similarly to his, her voice carries no anger, but there's a bit more edge to it now, and it doesn't disappear as she goes on. “You’re not invincible. You need sleep, like everyone else.”

“I'm not tired.”

“Welt Yang.” It's almost a hiss now, she is suddenly much harsher, but he can't really blame her.

He'd much rather prefer it if she just let him be, though.

“If you're trying to punish yourself by neglecting yourself even more, then stop, right this instant.” She's annoyed at him, of course she is; he can hear it quite clearly. “What happened isn't your fault. It's not anyone's fault. And you can't act like it is. Please,” she adds, and the last word is spoken in a much softer way. “You look like you're about to collapse.”

He wants to argue with her but then he thinks of the fight they lost, of the Express’s infirmary, and of Dan Heng laying there, most likely still unconscious, and of the fact they aren't sure when he will even wake up, and suddenly all of his strength is gone.

Alright. He'll go rest.

He nods.

divider by @/cafekitsune

#angstpril2024 #honkai star rail #fanfiction #day22 #drained #hsr #welt yang #himeko #tw self destructive behavior #tw health issues #dim writing ☁️

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

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

Episode 17: Danger and Thunder, Part 1

Things had been difficult in Swellview for Captain Man and Kid Danger. A sudden crime wave had meant that they were being called out to emergencies every five minutes; there was no time to rest or relax, just call after call after call. They had tried to keep on top of it, but something was making the criminals in town go crazy and so, Swellview's greatest fighters were unbelievably busy. Even (y/n) had pitched in and Ray was grateful. Not only did it give her a chance to get some experience under her belt, but it also gave them some time together and currently, that was few and far between.

It also didn't help that good old Dr Minyak and his assistant Nurse Cohort had regained their memories and busted out of jail. It was just another problem on the pile and it put Ray on edge even more.

"Hey, if you were Dr Minyak and you had just broke out of prison, where would you hide?" He asked Henry and (y/n), who were sprawled out of the couch as he sat at the computer. Both of them were trying to rest up with a drink before another emergency came in, but the worry of one of their nemeses on the loose made it tricky.

"I don't know. Omar's Pizza?" Henry prompted, thinking about the greasy snack. He could go for one at the moment; fighting crime was a hungry business.

"Why Omar's Pizza?" (y/n) asked in confusion as she took a sip of her tea. She'd never had to work this hard as a superhero, but with so much work piling up, she needed to respond to the calls Captain Man couldn't make. Her newfound fame on Swellview's news channels wasn't amazing, but she was certain that if she could keep a low profile, the cameras wouldn't care about Miss Danger for long.

"'Cause they have good pizza," Henry replied in a monotone voice. He didn't have the energy to sound any different, he just wanted the pick-me-up of the sugar in his blueberry soda. Not only was he shattered from fighting all the time, but his personal life had also taken a blow too.

"You wanna order one?" Ray asked, hoping he could stimulate a smile onto his sidekick's face. He had no idea why he was being so sluggish and melancholy and he didn't like it. Not one bit.

"Nah, I'm too depressed to eat." The boy replied, pouting as he rested his head against the couch.

"Aw, Hen, it's not that bad." (y/n) comforted him by putting a hand on his outstretched knee, but it didn't help much. It was like this sadness would never end. Thankfully for the couple, the elevator dinged and out came Charlotte and Schwoz. Maybe they'd be able to brighten things up in the hideout.

"Come on. Look at my eyes and my chin." Schwoz moaned at Charlotte, bringing zero cheer into the room, just a silly argument.

"Oh, give it up, Schwoz. You do not look like Uncle Jesse from Full House." The teen girl countered and the two broke up as Schwoz stomped away. He thought he looked like him, even though he couldn't be further away from the character.

"Charlotte, (y/n), come here," Ray asked the girls and Charlotte stood in front of him as (y/n) slowly got off the couch. Did she have to stand up? She just wanted to sit, sitting was nice and required no effort.

"What's Henry so bummed out about?" Ray asked them once they were together. He leaned in so the boy wouldn't hear them and (y/n) resisted the temptation to sit on his knee. She'd learnt that lesson weeks ago, she wasn't anyone special, just the girl he employed to keep his superhero activities running smoothly.

"I can't tell you. He's worried you'll laugh at him." Charlotte sighed, glancing at her friend as he moped on the couch.

"I'll never laugh at Henry's pain. Come on, what's going on?" Ray pleaded with big, round eyes. He hated not being in the know, especially when his girl and assistant knew the details.

"If you laugh, I'll kill you." (y/n) warned him in a stern tone. Henry was really beat up about this and after weeks of kicking ass, she had developed a pretty mean swing. One chuckle and he'd be meeting it.

"Okay, he's bummed because his girlfriend moved out of town to film that reality show, Kids in The Woods," Charlotte explained quietly, hoping that Henry wasn't listening in. He'd been gutted when he heard the news and now, he was nothing but depressed.

"But that happened over a year ago," Ray recalled, but he had the wrong girl. Yep, Henry had lost two girlfriends to the same show, which sucked. A lot.

"No, doofus, that was Chloe, his first girlfriend. This time, it's Bianca. You know, the tall, brunette one." (y/n) clarified, mimicking Bianca's proportions with her hands and hair. It was a shame that she'd left, she was a nice girl and (y/n) knew that she had made Henry very happy.

"Bianca got cast on the same reality show that Chloe did?" Ray gasped, not believing how unlucky his sidekick was. Man, he'd lost loads of girlfriends, but it never phased him. He only had one girl on his mind and she hated being on TV. He only had to worry about other guys, not cameras.

"Yeah," Charlotte confirmed and Ray gave Henry a sympathetic look for about five seconds before bursting into peels of laughter.

"No, no, no--" Charlotte tried to quieten him down as his laughter grew louder, but her attempts failed when her boss stood up and cruelly pointed in Henry's face. He could be a real jerk sometimes.

"Charlotte and (y/n) just said you just lost another girlfriend to Kids in The Woods!" He snitched, making the girls glare at him when Henry looked at them in betrayal. He didn't want Ray to know anything because he knew that this was exactly how he would react.

"Guys!" He exclaimed over Ray's laughter. Well, that was them never telling him anything ever again. He was just too childish.

"I'm going to kill you now." (y/n) growled at him and jumped on his back, but he just laughed harder, even when she feebly thumped her fists against him. He didn't mean any harm and it was kinda funny that the TV show was stealing all of Henry's love interests. Plus, he liked joking around with his girl and he would never tell anyone, but she looked hot when she was angry, so he enjoyed riling her up.

However, before (y/n) could get to the killing part, an alarm blared in the Man Cave and the emergency lights flashed red. Something was going down.

"Oh, shit, that's the alarm for Junk-N-Stuff." (y/n) gasped and hopped off Ray's back. She could end him later, right now, someone or something bad was upstairs and they needed to find out what.

"The alarm? But we locked up." Charlotte said as the couple sat down together, not caring that (y/n) was in Ray's lap. It was instinctive and easier for them both to be at the controls this way and deep down, despite their mutual fear of upsetting each other, they loved being like this.

"Burglars!" Ray hissed as the security cameras showed three guys in Mexican getups breaking in through the front door. Punks, like they could break into Captain Man's store and get away with it.

"Hey, they're not just any burglars, they're The Three Muchachos." Henry pointed out, recognising the criminals' odd choice of costume.

"¿Cómo?" Schwoz asked in Spanish, basically asking what Henry was on about. He'd never heard of these guys before.

"Who are they?" Charlotte questioned too. She'd been through loads of criminals in the database and she'd never seen these three before.

"Three of Canada's most evil siblings," Ray explained as the Muchachos searched the store for anything worth taking.

"Raymond, can we use the anti-burglar stuff up in Junk-N-Stuff?" (y/n) smirked at her best friend as she leaned into his chest and he patted her thigh in response. Yeah, that was a good idea, he wanted to give those assholes a good hiding.

"Yeah, I've always wanted to try those." Charlotte squealed. She'd been working for Captain Man for ages now and she still hadn't seen the store's gadgets in action.

"Okay, let's start things off with a little fire on Muchacho Uno," Ray smirked and reached around (y/n) so he could tap a button. They all laughed at the guy's pain when the dinosaur breathed fire onto him and sent the criminals into fits of fear.

"Oh, oh, hey! Look, look, Muchacho Dos seems interested in our cash register." Henry pointed at the monitor as he watched a burglar poke around the counter. Well, they had something for him.

"Thank god, I took the money out." (y/n) breathed as Henry activated the next gadget. The young woman enjoyed how Ray's deep laugh reverberated next to her ear as they saw the register give off a small explosion. It was safe to safe that the smoke and flying debris scared the Muchachos shitless and everyone in the Man Cave celebrated their success. They were criminals, they deserved it. Henry gave Ray a high-five as he pulled off the trick and even gave him a thumbs-up as he snuggled into (y/n). It was good to see them being lovey-dovey again after a couple of weeks of hesitancy.

"Oo, what about the hoes, can we drop the hoes?" Charlotte asked as the Muchacho clutched his eye.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's drop the hoes." (y/n) giggled and excitedly squirmed in Ray's lap, not realising that it was subtle torture for him. He had to keep himself under control, he'd already nearly screwed everything up with her and he didn't fancy going without her again.

"Hoes!" He exclaimed, quickly dropping a load of farming tools from the ceiling before anyone could pick up and his desire. It was amazing to see the burglars incapacitated on the floor and hilarious that they had thought that they could rob a store and not face Captain Man's wrath. Idiots.

"We should go get them and kick their asses." (y/n) said once the laughing had calmed down. Ray agreed, knowing that he had to go cuff the men before they could escape, even if it meant his girl would have to get up. One of these days he'd get to have her to himself for more than five minutes.

The Three Muchachos had been dragged to the Man Cave and chained up as they were sleeping. Ray and Henry had transformed into their uniforms and so had (y/n). She was beginning to like the outfit, it gave her power and confidence, something she felt she lacked without it and for Ray, it came with the bonus of accentuating her gorgeous curves. He loved seeing her so sexy and sure of herself, he only prayed that someone else wouldn't see it too.

"All right, you Three Muchachos, I wanna know why you left Canada and came here to Swellview." Ray hissed as he took off the last mask of the Muchachos. Turns out, one of them was a girl, but she was just as hateful towards superheroes as her brothers and kept glaring at the superhero interrogating them.

"Yeah and I also wanna know," Henry added, although he didn't sound as threatening as Ray. He needed to work on that, criminals didn't take weakness very seriously and if he was going to be his own hero, he needed to be tough and respected.

"So, start talking or else, or else that sweaty, onion-loving guy over there is gonna give you some big wet, sweat-hugs." (y/n) growled at them, her voice poised and strong, despite the stench coming from Schwoz's cousin, Larry. He was being monitored by Charlotte as he ran on a treadmill and ate onions, which smelt revolting. But with Ray behind her, she wasn't scared of any criminal, even when they were giving her a murderous stare.

"Well, I'm not telling you anything, bitch, eh?"

"Yeah, sorry not sorry, babe, eh?"

"Eh?!" The Muchachos hissed back and Ray's expression grew dark as they spoke. No one insulted his girl and got away with it, even if she brushed it off. She'd learnt long ago that criminals would call her anything to get her to be scared of them and now, any name was just water off a duck's back to her.

"Okay, I've had enough. Hug 'em." The superhero ordered Larry in a harsh voice as he pulled his girl away from the men and woman. He just wanted to love and protect her and he wasn't going to let these punks get her down.

"Hug 'em all!" Henry yelled too, equally angry at the defiant attitudes of the criminals and how they spoke to his friend. He just prayed that her presence would keep Ray's temper under control.

"No! No, no, don't!" The criminals cried out as Schwoz's cousin happily ran towards them and wrapped them each in a sticky, smelly hug. Even his sweat smelt like onions, so it was an effective way of getting them to speak.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" The girl muchacho screamed before Larry could get to her. Ray raised his hand and the sweaty man backed off. The superheroes glared at the woman as Charlotte got ready with her PearPad. She needed to get every detail down.

"We came here for The Meeting." She explained, which didn't carry much water for Captain Man or Kid Danger, they'd have to try harder than that.

"What meeting?" Henry asked, having heard nothing about a meeting in the underworld of crime.

"The meeting for all the top criminals in Swellview, eh?"

"And Canada." The men said and Ray frowned at his words. It didn't sound good. All his enemies together in one place? That was his second-worst nightmare.

"What's this meeting about?" Miss Danger interrogated, feeling how Ray tensed up as he ran the notion through his mind. If she could, she'd pick up his hand to tell him it was all gonna be okay, but they had appearances to keep up.

"All we were told was the meeting was aboot taking down Captain Man and Kid Danger. And probably Captain Man's new pretty sidekick. We hate Miss Danger too, eh?!" A Muchacho said and Ray gulped as he fit everything together. Bad guys were after him and now Henry and (y/n) because he dragged them into his world. Shit.

"Oh, that's us," Henry whispered nervously in his ear and Ray clenched his teeth. He'd die before Swellview's scum got their hands on his girl and he was gonna make sure he stopped them.

"Well then, we're gonna lock you up, take your costumes and masks, sneak into this secret meeting and find out what's going on." Ray countered and (y/n) smiled at the thought of being included. It was scary since she was going up against proper supervillains, but she was tired of fighting petty thieves and delinquents. She wanted to get in on some action and put her superpower to use.

"...what's going on." Henry trailed off at the end, wanting to be part of the plan.

"Okay, Larry, hug 'em, you know you want to!" (y/n) laughed as she saw the man raring to go. Aw, sweaty onion group hug; gross but oddly cute. Go figure.

~Upstairs in Junk-N-Stuff~

Having donned the three muchacho costumes, Ray, Henry and (y/n) had made their way up to the store. Stepping out of the elevator, the two males studied each other's costumes as (y/n) adjusted hers. They had to be perfect, otherwise, every villain at this meeting would smell a rat.

"How do I look?" Ray asked his sidekick as he pulled at his blue Mexican wrestling mask. Why would anyone choose this as their costume?

"Muy estupido." Henry joked, also feeling silly in his red mask. At least their identities were hidden.

"Thanks...wait." Ray stopped smiling when he worked out the Spanish. To be fair, he did look very stupid and (y/n) giggled at her friends as she walked out behind them.

"Wow. Muy guapo, señor." She told her best friend with a chuckle, making him sulk. He thought she was making fun of him too, but really, she had always thought Ray was handsome, or rather, drop-dead gorgeous.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." He sarcastically laughed back as she pulled at her costume. It was too big in some places and too small in others. In her mind, she didn't look like the female muchacho, she just looked silly and that worried her.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" (y/n) asked them with knitted eyebrows. They had so much more experience than her when it came to dealing with evil criminals and psychopaths, all she knew was how to throw a punch and even then, she wasn't the best.

"It'll be fine, just stay close to us, don't say anything and act like a muchacho from Canada." Ray stepped forward and lovingly grabbed her elbows so he could gaze down at her. Having him with her did put her at ease, but it was her first major mission, so some nerves were expected. Even Captain Man was nervous, did he really want to lure his sweet girl into a den filled with all his enemies? He knew she wouldn't stay behind, but part of him wanted to let her stay home, where it was safe and he could be the one in mortal peril.

"Look, just because I can speak a bit of Spanish doesn't mean I know anything about muchaching." (y/n) rolled her eyes, but before Henry or Ray could open their mouths to reply, a bang came from the storefront. What now?

"Hey, what's that noise?" Henry asked his boss. Hopefully, it wouldn't be anything bad.

"Oh, it's just the guy Schwoz called to fix the air conditioning," Ray replied in a calm voice, indicating that there was no threat or danger, just some repairman.

"I could've done that." The young woman protested as she followed the large man around the corner to see what the guy was up to. She thought it was a waste of money to call out a guy when she could have easily pulled the thing apart and tinkered with it until it was fixed. Oh, well. The sight of three, masked people strutting out onto the shopfloor spooked the handyman off his ladder and onto the floor. Poor guy, they should've known their costumes were scary.

"Please, please, don't hurt me, my cat depends on me." The guy quivered in fear as the three muchachos stared at him. To anyone not aware that these muchachos were actually Swellview's greatest fighters, it looked like a mugging. Well, that's certainly how it appeared to a pretty, young, brunette superheroine peering through the glass door.

"Dude, why are you scared of us?" Ray asked the man in confusion, not seeing how the girl at the door had sloped off to transform into her super suit. This was all one big misunderstanding and it was quickly spiralling out of control.

"Doofus, he thinks we're The Three Muchachos." (y/n) told him, so they tried to step forward and soothe the man's fears, but seeing three masked criminals reaching out scared the man even more.

"Please, don't hurt me, I only came to fix the air conditioning!" He pleaded, just before Thunder Girl burst through the door. Phoebe Thunderman, Hiddenville's superhero-in-training- had seen a frightened citizen in need of assistance and now, she was here to kick these Muchachos' asses.

"Hold it right there, muchachos." She ordered them confidently, grabbing a wooden pole from one of the displays on sale. Ah, geez.

"Ah! Thank the Gods!" The repairman shrieked and ran out of the store, fearing for his life. Great, now they were gonna get beaten up and the air conditioning was still broken. Phoebe stepped in front of the "criminals" and Captain Man wasn't impressed. He didn't need some vigilante causing chaos in his shop.

"Look, miss, I don't know who you are, but--ahhhhhhh!" Ray never finished his sentence. The young girl wasn't taking any chances with these thugs, so she used her telekinesis to launch the large man backwards and into the wall. Ray landed in a heap on the floor, groaning in pain. Thank god, he was indestructible, otherwise, he be in pretty bad shape. (y/n) knelt next to him, frantically helping him to his feet as Henry dealt with the girl.

"Hey, how did you just make him fly across the room like that--?" Henry's surprised wonder was cut off when Phoebe made a piece of junk fly at his head, knocking him to the ground. Oh dear, Ray was down, Henry was down, now it was (y/n)'s turn.

"Okay, love, you want to try that again?" She growled, infuriated that this girl had hurt her not-boyfriend and an innocent boy. She wasn't sure how, but she was gonna give this girl a taste of her own medicine.

(y/n) walked towards Phoebe, who nervously pointed her stick at her and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She could take on one, dumb muchacho, no problem. Lifting another piece of junk with her powers, the girl sent it flying towards the helper, who shielded her face with her arms. It ricocheted off her body, no doubt leaving a bruise, but (y/n) had her own superpower and it would take more than that to knock her down.

Henry and Ray scrambled to their feet and stared at the two girls, who were awaiting each other's next move.

"Okay, how did you make this fly of that table and hit me on my head? Oh, and why?!" Henry asked, baffled at what was happening. (y/n)'s hands were pulled up to her chin in a fighting stance as she figured out what she could try.

"Quiet, muchacho. Now, all of you, get on the ground." Thunder Girl ordered them, not afraid of the woman who was so clearly ready to beat her up. Like they were gonna listen to her, this was their store, and they weren't criminals, for god's sake.

"In your dreams." (y/n) smirked, glad that Henry and Ray were back with her. Suddenly, the fighting didn't seem so scary.

"We don't wanna get on the ground." Ray groaned. His pain had disappeared but he didn't have control over the situation and he hated it. He was a goddamn superhero, getting beaten by a girl not much older than Henry and his girl was the one fighting her. It sucked.

"Yeah, we just got up," Henry added, not fancying another radio to the skull. His head was still throbbing from the first.

"And we're not muchachos." The large man tried to tell her and to prove his innocence, he fumbled to take off his wrestling mask. However, he was a bit slow and Thunder Girl wasn't going to take his word.

"You filthy, Canadian liars. You jerks are an embarrassment to the other nice 99.9% of Canadians who are awesome." She hissed, and that lecture was the final straw for Ray. He wasn't going to let his friends get hurt just because she wouldn't listen to them.

"All right, I've had enough of this girl." He growled and stepped forward to grab her, but when he did, Phoebe demonstrated another one of her superpowers; her freeze breath. Ray was frozen mid-punch, making Henry and (y/n) pale in shock and worry.

"Holy shit...Raimundo, ¿estás bien?" (y/n) screamed at her best friend in panic. What had that crazy girl done to him? She could hear Ray grunting and straining through the ice as he wiggled to get free. Using his indestructibility and superstrength, Ray broke out of the encasing ice and stood, perfectly fine, in front of Phoebe.

"How did you break free?" She asked nervously. No one had ever been able to escape her ice breath and now, she was worried that she had bitten off more than she could chew.

"By doing this...arghhhh!" Ray imitated his feat of strength as (y/n) came up beside him with Henry.

"But that's impossible." The young girl spluttered, feeling pretty intimidated by the man who was resistant to her powers. Henry yanked off his mask and glared at her in response.

"Not for Captain Man." He hissed, his face revealing shocking Phoebe to her core. They weren't muchachos?

"Kid Danger?" She breathed out as Ray and (y/n) pulled off their hoods too. God, it was nice to be able to breathe again.

"Hey." The superhero greeted her in an annoyed voice as he put his hand on the young woman's shoulder to check she was all right. A slight smile and nod told him she was fine and then, they focused on the overzealous girl in front of them.

" Captain Man? Miss Danger?" Phoebe broke out into a smile as she dropped her stick in shock. She had made a colossal mistake, she idolised these guys and she had whacked them on the head with junk and made them fly across the room. Oops.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. All of you, I didn't realise you guys were you." She apologised profusely, hoping they would forgive her mistake. To be fair, they looked like criminals when they had the costumes on, it was understandable that she did her duty and tried to stop them.

"Wait a minute, telekinetic powers, freeze breath, young girl...holy shit, I know who you are! Are you the daughter of Thunder Man?" (y/n) breathed out as she looked at Phoebe in amazement.

"Yeah!" She confirmed, making (y/n) smile at her brightly. She was a huge fan of her dad, he'd been her favourite superhero when she was a kid. Of course, now she was a Captain Man fan, but still, Thunder Man was epic.

"Clever girl." Ray praised her quietly as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He didn't see Phoebe as a threat anymore so now he was free to be himself around his girl and it spoke volumes to the young Thunderman. She had speculated that Miss Danger was close to Captain Man, but she would never have guessed they were in a relationship. They were cute together and it wasn't surprising how their lovey-dovey behaviour brought her to the wrong conclusion.

"Freebie!" Ray smiled at the girl, breaking her out of her analysing daydream. It was close, but not quite right.

"Phoebe." She corrected, not noticing how taken Henry was with her. Screw Bianca, this chick was super pretty and a powerful superheroine, so he couldn't help but snap a quick photo.

"Wait, you guys know my dad?" Phoebe asked as she took off her mask. If she had known her dad knew Captain Man, she would've asked all about him.

"Of course! He was my favourite superhero for ages...stop whining, you're my favourite now." (y/n) trailed off and slapped Ray's stomach with the back of her hand when she saw how pouty he became when she gushed about loving Thunder Man. She thought it was just his superhero ego talking, but it was also him hurting from the heart. Sure, Hank Thunderman was now a retired, married guy with kids, but he couldn't help but feel jealous when she praised other guys. He wanted to be the only hero in her eyes.

"Oh, and I'm sorry for your loss. I would've gone to his funeral, but (y/n) and I had tickets to a ball game that weekend." Ray quickly offered his condolences, but Phoebe and (y/n) just stared at him in confusion. What was he on?

"Uh, my dad's not dead." Thunder Girl said awkwardly as the woman next to Ray facepalmed. Trust him to think one of the world's best superheroes and one of his old friends had died.

"Oh, well, when he does die, if there isn't a ball game that day, (y/n) and I'll be there." He smiled, thinking he was being nice. Thankfully, Henry was looking for a chance to talk to the pretty girl and he pulled her to the side before Ray could say anything else.

"So...you're a superhero?" He asked her, using some small talk to his advantage. All his other girls paled in comparison to Phoebe and it was safe to say that he was smitten.

"Uh, well, no. I mean, almost. I--oh my gosh, I'm just so excited to meet your guys. I mean...why are you dressed as the three muchachos?" Phoebe's head was spinning with a million questions and her excitement, but she decided to say the one that was screaming out to her first.

"'Cause, we're going undercover," Henry smirked, trying to seem cool and aloof in front of her.

"There's a secret meeting of evil people happening here." Ray continued in a serious tone, feeling his superhero voice come back as he thought about his gathering enemies.

"And we're gonna find out what they're up to." (y/n) finished, also trying to sound confident. She still needed to work on it, but she was getting there. Soon, she'd be on the same level as Captain Man.

"No way! Can I go with you, please? I really wanna help!" Phoebe begged, seeing this as her chance to work with Swellview's best crime fighters and gain some experience.

"Yes!" Henry eagerly said, but there was a slight problem.

"No!" Ray protested, shutting down his sidekick's excitement. Just because the kid had a crush, didn't mean they could take her.

"I'd like her to come with us," Henry argued with his boss as he sauntered around Phoebe and got close to him and (y/n).

"Henry, that's too many people wearing--" (y/n) tried to tell him, but Henry was desperate to dazzle this attractive heroine.

"--Look at her." Henry interrupted, but Phoebe heard and it was a bit weird for her.

"Uh, how old are you?" She asked, sensing that this kid had a crush on her, even though she was quite a bit older than him.

"Sixteen." Henry bragged, making Ray and (y/n) roll their eyes. Wow, he was trying to impress her.

"He's fourteen." Ray corrected, making (y/n) smirk at him in amusement. Yeah, they weren't gonna let him get away with it that easily.

"Nearly fifteen." Henry tried to play it off, but he should've known that trying to flirt in front of the couple just tickled their funny bones and they were gonna be making fun of him and butt in at every opportunity.

"But still fourteen." (y/n) replied in a sing-song voice and the constant corrections were starting to get on his nerves,

"Okay, but fourteen's the new fifteen, so..." He hissed back as Phoebe watched in amusement. Aw, he was so cute but too young for her liking.

"Well, uh...I'm older." She told him awkwardly, which didn't quell Henry's crush. If anything, it made him worse.

"Yeahhhh..." He smirked, loving that she was an older girl. Good grief, someone needed to do something and fast before his tongue hit the floor.

"Right, so...Phoebe, you can have my muchacho costume so you can come with us to the...evil lunatic meeting." (y/n) jumped in, handing Phoebe the mask before stepping out of the purple jumpsuit and giving her that too. Her actions made Henry and Ray look at her in shock, but they didn't need to worry, she had something else up her sleeve.

"What? No, I--we need you and your superpower." Ray whined, trying to cover up his disappointment that she had "given up". It would be safer to have her in the Man Cave, but he was looking forward to seeing her kick some ass.

"You have a superpower?" Phoebe gasped, looking at the woman with a startled, impressed expression. Wow, she was full of surprises and she felt a bit bad that she was taking her place.

"Yeah, you know, super-regeneration. I heal instantly." She explained bashfully, particularly when Ray smiled down at her with pride. They were a power couple, with his indestructibility and her healing, the villains wouldn't know what hit them.

"It's dope," Henry told Phoebe with a grin, adding to her excitement. Okay, she was so siked to be able to work them, all they needed to do now was convince Captain Man.

"How are you gonna sneak into the meeting without a disguise? They'll rip you to shreds, sweet girl." Ray told her gently, gulping at the thought of all the criminals pouncing on her before she could do anything. God, he felt sick when he imagined that, it was his biggest fear; not being able to help and then losing her because he was fast enough or strong enough.

"It's okay, you know Vectress, that supervillain you fought last year?" (y/n) looked at him and he nodded. He remembered, it was a hard fight since the woman was crazy, but she ran off with her tail between her legs when Captain Man triumphed over her.

"Yeah, course." He replied in a suspicious tone. What was she thinking?

"Well, Swellview Police sent us her outfit after they found it dumped in the street. I'm sure it'll fit better than that thing and the criminals won't know the difference. We have the same hair colour and everything." (y/n) explained, pointing to the purple muchacho costume with disgust. She wasn't particularly looking forward to wearing the Vectress outfit either, but she'd put up with it because she had a striking resemblance to the evil woman and she knew she could pull it off.

"Are you sure? Vectress is crazy, if she finds out you impersonated her, she'll hunt you down." Henry asked in concern, seeing how Ray's eyes widened at the idea. Not only was he worried for her safety, but Vectress was also known to be...seductive and sexy. He knew he would struggle to see her behave like that around him and others, meaning that everything would be ten times harder.

"Yeah, I'm not staying here and we could do with Phoebe's powers, sooo..." The young woman gave Ray her best puppy-dog eyes and fluttered her eyelashes. He needed to learn how to resist those as he always got lost in them, but that would have to wait for another day.

"All right, Phoebe, you're in." Ray conceded, making the grinning teens gasp in animation.

"Really?" They exclaimed, losing their cool for a minute before Ray gestured for them to stay calm. Superheroes don't lose control of their emotions (unless they involve pretty girls).

~The bottom of Lake Swellview~

What an interesting place for an evil secret meeting. It was quite ingenious, building their base under the water and the complexity of the entrance had made it a pain for Captain Man, Kid Danger, Miss Danger and Thunder Girl to get in. Luckily though, they had made it and. were sneaking through the halls in their costumes. Ray, Henry and Phoebe were obviously, The Three Muchachos, but (y/n), well, she was pushing the limits of her comfort zone.

The Vectress's outfit did fit her perfectly, but it revealed more of her stomach, arms and boobs than she was normally comfortable with, but she swallowed her nerves. The villainess was insane, but also sophisticated, confident and alluring, so she had to do her best to channel those characteristics in her alarmingly high heels. How anyone could rob banks and kidnap people in them was beyond her.

Ray was struggling too. He hated Vectress with every fibre of his being, but he had to admit, seeing his innocent, sweet girl all dolled up in her dark, crazed make-up and clothes made his lower stomach burn with desire. Everything that she normally kept covered up was out for everyone to see and it sent stabs of lust and jealousy through his body. He wanted to be the only one who got to see her like that, the only one who she blessed with having her like that, but he had to reign it in. The danger was very real.

"Okay, guys, turn on your tooth cameras," Ray instructed them and they all pressed the little chip that was stuck to their front teeth. It was an odd place to put a camera, but it was Schwoz's design and they allowed the genius and Charlotte to see what was happening on the supercomputer.

"Now what?" Phoebe whispered, feeling nervous since she was still inexperienced.

"Now, we all smile so Charlotte and Schwoz can see what we're seeing," Henry explained and they all plastered false smiles on their faces. They looked crazy, but for (y/n), that was the vibe she was going for.

"You three look insane." (y/n) giggled as she smiled as seductively as she could. To be honest, with the hair, makeup and outfit, she felt the part and her confidence was rising. If Ray wasn't wearing a mask, she would see his red cheeks and tense body as he willed himself to stay calm.

There were so many villains here, Doctor Minyak, Nurse Cohort, Drillfinger, Van Del, The Time Jerker and for some reason, Jeff. Why he was there was a mystery to everyone, he was a petty thief, hardly the stuff of nightmares. The Three Muchachos smiled at their "friends" as they navigated the room and Vectress's appearance was proving quite popular, much to Ray's fury.

"Miss Vectress...what a lovely surprise." The Time Jerker smirked at her and so did Van Del, in fact, every man in the room was eyeing Swellview's hottest villain and (y/n) had to gulp down her fear and release her inner seductress.

"Hi, boys. How are ya?" She smiled with mischievous eyes, angling her body so her cleavage was visible and her curves looked impeccable. Ray felt like he was gonna puke and he wanted to punch Van Del when he stared at his girl's features. She wasn't a piece of meat and the way they leered at her without looking at her face irritated him even further. He loved all of her, not just her boobs or ass (even if they made her unbelievably hot) and any guy who didn't respect her as a person, was destined to face his wrath.

"All right, I want to know who called this meeting." Doctor Minyak announced, feeling a little bored with all the pleasantries. He didn't take kindly to being summoned like some dog.

"I thought you did, Minyak." Van Del replied as everyone looked around the room. Wait, if they didn't know who it was, did that mean the ringleader wasn't here yet?

"Maybe it was the Three Muchachos." Drill Finger suggested, making the three incognito heroes panic as all eyes turned to them.

"Oh, no, not us, eh?" They all denied it quickly, trying to act as Canadian and evil as possible.

"What about Vectress? She never comes to secret meetings!" Nurse Cohort hissed, slightly jealous that she wasn't the hottest villainess in the room. Some people have odd priorities.

"Yes, it's an interesting thought. What say you, Vectress?" Doctor Minyak concurred with his assistant and looked at (y/n) with suspicious, but also lustful eyes. To keep up her appearance, she twirled a lock of her heavily teased hair in her finger and giggled maniacally as she puffed out her chest and fidgeted playfully.

"Oh, sugar, if I wanted to see you, I wouldn't call a meeting. It would just be me and you." Her voice was soft and sugary with a hint of mania that gave people a peek into her unstable mind, but it made Minyak look away with flushed cheeks. He wasn't used to such flirtatious behaviour and it made him back down quickly as the young woman smirked at him. Ray was clenching his fists and biting his lip, he wanted to hear her speak to him like that and the fact that his enemies were getting to openly flirt with her boiled his blood.

"Then who did call this meeting?" Alien Girl asked in her weird, deep voice. She was the one who had sent the alien space bug to kill Captain Man and now, she was happily amongst her fellow villains.

Suddenly, there was a burst of mist in the doorway and the group of villains looked on in wonder as a figure came through the smoke. It couldn't be, it wasn't possible...he was supposed to be dead. The Toddler.

(y/n) wanted to run and hide behind Ray, who she knew was petrified by shock at his greatest enemy returning from the dead, but she couldn't move. A mix of fear and confusion glued her feet to the floor, but that was a good thing. Vectress didn't run and hide when she was scared, she was fearless and any weakness would give the game away.

"Ray!" Henry hissed in his boss's ear, who kept his eyes glued on the deranged man and the woman he loved. She was too far in front of him to be able to grab and pull out of danger, making him nervous about what could happen if The Toddler got angry.

"I see him," Ray replied quietly, still worrying about the distance between him and his girl. He should've made sure she didn't mingle with the criminals as they walked around the room because now, she was on her own.

"I thought you and Kid Danger captured The Toddler over a year ago," Phoebe whispered as her heart pounded from the sudden spike of adrenaline. She could see how (y/n) had frozen up, but knew she couldn't do anything. She just had to trust that she could keep herself safe until her boyfriend could get to her.

"I--I--I did my best." Ray stuttered as he panicked. Talk about a plot twist, he was not expecting this.

"Well, well, to those of you who thought I was dead, BOO!" Toddler screamed, making the crowd jump. God, he was insane and unfortunately for (y/n), he had his eye on her.

"Hey, Tress-Tress. Glad you could come." He smiled at her crazily, making (y/n) subtly gulp. He smelt like acrid milk and baby powder, which made (y/n)'s stomach turn, but she couldn't show her disgust. She wanted to take advantage of the shine he had for her, it would keep her safe and it could influence him to listen to her.

"Anything for you, Todd." She smirked back, trailing a blood-red nail along his chest as she buttered him up. It would repulse Ray and maybe even make him hate her, but she had no choice.

"Now, let this meeting begin...MAX! Bring my booster seat!" The Toddler ordered and took (y/n) by the hand so she could sit next to him. Oh god.

The criminal stormed past the Muchachos with a scowl on his face and as she was dragged behind him, the young woman managed to sneak Ray a desperate glance. He felt like passing out as his girl was led into the heart of the criminal circle, by his archenemy of all people, who fancied her and her fake wickedness. And he couldn't do anything! He just had to submit to The Toddler as he stomped past and couldn't pull her into his arms and shield her like he wanted to.

A young man walked into the room, carrying the booster seat in his hand. He was in his late teens, cute and boyish, probably popular with the ladies and obeying The Toddler's every command.

"Oh my god." Phoebe breathed out as she instantly recognised the boy. She'd kill him, she really would. He was going to jeopardise everything!

"What?" Ray asked as he checked to see if the criminals were looking at them. Thankfully (or not thankfully), they were still focusing on their leader and his beautiful (y/n).

"What? Are you scared? 'Cause if you're scared, you can hug me." Henry rambled at her, just wanting to get close to the young heroine. If he wanted lessons on subtly loving someone, he should've spoken to his boss. He'd been hiding his love for (y/n) for years, longer than she had for him, and he hugged her all the time.

"I'm not scared," Phoebe said firmly, making Henry back off. Maybe one day.

"Then why'd you say oh my god?" Ray asked in confusion.

"'Cause, that guy helping The Toddler...he's my twin brother, Max," Phoebe revealed in an irritated voice. Max had always wanted to be a supervillain and was the complete opposite of his sister, which got super annoying all the time. Particularly when he teamed up with criminals to get his hand on some dumb weapon.

"Whoa!"

"Seriously?" Ray and Henry gasped in horror as they watched the boy take the seat to The Toddler.

"Yeah," Phoebe confirmed quietly, hating that her brother was embarrassing her like that. What would Captain Man think of her now that he knew her twin was getting all chummy with his greatest enemies?

"Are you sure you're not scared? 'Cause if you are you can hug me." Henry tried it on again, but it didn't work. He was so desperate of being dumped, he just wanted some female attention.

"I'm not scared." The girl reiterated and he zipped his lips. At this point, The Toddler had sat down on his throne/booster seat and had let (y/n) sit by his side on a luxurious golden chair, lined with red velvet. It was smaller than his throne but still told everyone else that she was the favourite. She sat poised on the cushioned chair and purposefully leaned towards their criminal like she was happy to bask in his presence. With one leg over the arm, her hand on The Toddler's throne and a flirty yet crazed smirk on her face, she was a picture of the perfect villainess.

"Smooth my leg hair." Toddler order Max, who immediately followed the instruction without question. He petted the criminal's leg with rapid strokes as the man-child gave (y/n) a wicked smirk. Her painted lips matched his as she beat back the instinct to run away and find comfort in Ray's arms. She hated this, it felt so wrong to cosy up to this psycho when the one she wanted was across the room, watching with a broken heart. He knew it was just an act, but it gave him a taste of what it would be like to lose her.

"Guys, keep smiling, so Charlotte and Schwoz can see what we're seeing in the Man Cave." Henry reminded them once they had sat at the long table and they all put their smiles on again. Ray was much happier with a scowl, but he had no choice. He had to sit and endure the torture, otherwise, he'd be torn limb from limb.

"Okay, but that Jeff guy thinks I'm smiling at him." Phoebe hissed, making them all look across the table to see Jeff smirking and winking at the girl as he munched on some potato chips.

"Just keep smiling and being Canadian. I want to get (y/n) away from that creep." Ray hissed, making sure to say her friend's name quietly. If they figured out who she was, she'd be in extreme danger and he'd have to send her away from Swellview, forever.

"Right, right. We can't let your girlfriend get hurt." Phoebe refocused her mind, remembering that (y/n) was currently on her own and in the thick of the lion's den.

"She's not his girlfriend," Henry whispered in reply as he felt Ray tense up next to him. He hated that everyone assumed that about them, it was like they were teasing him with the idea that she could love him back. He knew he'd never hurt her or let her down, he'd worship the ground she walked on if only she'd give him a chance.

"What? But she's so in l---" Phoebe was cut off by Henry when he kicked his foot sharply into her shin and looked at him in pain and horror. He shook his head frantically at her as if to say "no, no, no, that's the one thing you can't say" and Phoebe got the message. Well, that was disappointing, she thought they'd be the perfect couple.

"So, Toddler, how are you not dead?" Van Del asked his leader, leaning forward so he could see past (y/n)'s chair.

"Yes, we all heard that the last time you battled Captain Man, he and Kid Danger dropped you into your bottomless pit of balls." Doctor Minyak added, recalling the event where Henry had solidified his role as Ray's permanent sidekick. God, it seemed so long ago.

"All right, I'll tell you what happened. Max! Would you like to hold my milk?" The Toddler passed a wine glass full of milk to the teen, who accepted it with a puzzled expression.

"Yes. I was hoping you'd ask." He said sarcastically, but luckily, the criminal didn't pick up on it. He was too distracted by how (y/n) was leaning her chin on her elbows and gazing up at him eagerly as she pretended to be interested in his story.

"It was awful. I was blasted, hundreds of feet down, deep into the earth, covered in plastic balls." He described in a low, growling voice. (y/n) ignored his gross smell and acted like she was on the edge of her seat as he spoke.

"So, how'd you did yourself out, eh?" Henry asked in a terrible Canadian accent. It sounded half Scottish, half Cockney, but whatever it was, it sure as hell wasn't Canadian. Still, it gave (y/n) an excuse to look over at her friends and she caught Ray's gaze, so she tried to communicate all her calming feelings to him so he wouldn't worry about her.

"I had to use my bare hands, scraping and clawing, inch by inch, and then, finally, I arrived back up to the surface of the earth." Toddler finished by looking up mysteriously, making his followers do the same. All they could see was the metal and glass ceiling of the underwater dome, but the deranged man-child was recalling how he had resurfaced in a children's sandbox.

"So brave, sugar." Vectress cooed at Toddler, fluttering her eyelashes like she did when she wanted something from Ray.

"And now, it's Toddler Time." He growled, allowing her to clutch his arm as she fawned over him. Ray wasn't sure how much more of them he could take, especially since he had been trying for years to get her to love him and now, he had to watch her snuggle into his nemesis with her boobs on show. Life was not fair.

"Yes, you?" The Toddler accepted a question from Jeff as he raised his hand. His question was guaranteed to be moronic.

"Are we having dessert or what?" Yep, definitely moronic and it pissed off The Toddler to no end.

"This meeting isn't about dessert. This is about us! If we combine our powers, we could destroy Captain Man and Kid Danger and then, nothing can stop us!" The Toddler proposed, walking over the table as he inspired his fellow villains to rise and defeat their enemy once and for all. Ray and Henry gulped at the thought of some kind of evil super-alliance and knew it was bad news for them when they all nodded and agreed.

"What about Captain Man's newest sidekick, Miss Danger? I heard she's just as powerful as Captain Man." Doctor Minyak butted in over the noise of their agreement and they all stopped to ponder his statement as (y/n) gulped. News travelled fast and it looked like every criminal in town knew about her now.

"We'll take her down too! I'm sure Captain Man will love to see her join our side! Or we could just kill her if she proves to be too much trouble!" The Toddler chuckled evilly and Ray panicked as they discussed their plans about his girl. Stupid news crews always getting stories out, now, she was in danger because of the life he lead her into.

"Or, or, we could all decide to be good, eh?" He tried to convince them, but they just looked at him in disgust.

"Right, eh? We could all become nice people and not commit any more crimes, eh?" Henry added, making (y/n) cringe. They were trying to tell evil people to be good, why on earth did they think it would be a good idea?

"And recycle and be polite to our parents!" Oh god, now Phoebe was joining in. Seriously? Recycling? Their comments sent the group into chaos as they started to argue about becoming or not becoming good.

"ALL RIGHT! Max! Tell them what to do." The Toddler made them all shut up instantly and the room fell silent, leaving Max able to explain the evil plan.

"Okay, everyone, if you have any ideas on how to destroy Captain Man, Kid Danger and Miss Danger, please, come join The Toddler by the dry-erase board." The teen directed the villains to the right side of the room where the leader was standing on a stool to help him reach the board. Funny.

"Let's go. Let's go." He said as they all stood up and shuffled to where he was. Even if they had no ideas, they didn't want to be the one to enrage the guy who was known to be so psychotic.

"What do we do now?" Phoebe whispered to Captain Man and Kid Danger as the other criminals gathered. This was their chance to get close to (y/n) again and as such, they weren't gonna waste it.

"Uh, you go talk to your brother and figure out what he's doing here. Kid, you come with me. We're gonna get (y/n) back to us." He quickly strategised, knowing that they had to ascertain two main things: (y/n) and Max.

"Right." Henry nodded and they split up, the superhero duo going immediately to their friend's side as Phoebe sloped off.

"Hey, you all right?" Ray breathed in her ear, glad they were at the back of the crowd so no one could see him intertwine their fingers. It was a risky game, getting too close to her, but they found themselves unable to part after being so scared.

"Sort of, his breath smells like sour milk and I think his diaper needs changing." She grimaced as she clung tightly to his hand. Having The Toddler breathing on her and ogling her body made her tummy twist in repulsion, but she was back by her hero's side now, that's all that she cared about.

Meanwhile, Phoebe walked away from the crowd and to the back of the room, where Max was busy pouring more milk for The Toddler.

"Can I talk to you, eh?" She said through gritted teeth, trying to keep her anger down. She couldn't blow her cover here.

"Sure, muchacha." Max smiled, showing his knowledge about Spanish gendered suffixes. Phoebe sighed and dragged him off to the hallway where they could talk away from prying eyes, mainly The Toddler's.

"So, how often do you clean those masks, 'cause they can get really smelly--ahhh!" max recoiled in surprise/horror when Phoebe lifted her purple mask to reveal her identity to him.

"What are you doing here, Phoebe?" Max hissed, suddenly feeling very worried that his sister could ruin everything for him.

"I told you I was coming to Swellview. What are you doing here?" She fired back, readjusting her mask before anyone saw her face and realised she was a spy.

"I wanted to steal that cool new device Doctor Minyak made." Her brother reminded her that he had also told her about his plans before he had left.

"The hamburger motor?" She guessed, not remembering the exact name of Minyak's invention, but honestly, she didn't really care.

"The heliometer." He corrected, annoyed that she had forgotten all about a gadget that could make someone of something float and sound all squeaky.

"Max, you gotta get out of here, this room is full of some of the worst, most evil people ever," Phoebe begged him, knowing that the criminals wouldn't give a fig about dropping a young and inexperienced kid like her brother if it meant saving their skins.

"You're here." He pointed out, making her roll her eyes. She hated it when he tried to. be funny.

"Yeah, but I'm here undercover with Captain Man, Kid Danger and Miss Danger--huh, huh!!" Loose lips shink ships and Phoebe clapped her hand over her mouth as she revealed her secret. Oh god, she'd just put all of her new friends in danger, crap.

"Captain Man, Kid Danger and Miss Danger are in this room?" Max gasped, smirking evilly at the new information. Oh boy, his sister couldn't keep a secret to save her life.

"No, Max, no, no, no, don't--" Phoebe sighed as he ran off, knowing she'd only draw attention to herself if she followed.

"Hi, I'm Jeff. You wanna bite of my pie?" Max was the least of her worries. Now, she had to contend with Jeff, who was smirking at her as he ate his dessert. Ah, geez. Feeling disgusted by his flirting, Phoebe took one look at the pie and froze it with her ice breath, making the man pout.

"Okay, what if we captured Captain Man, Kid Danger and Miss Danger, then we drop them...in the Grand Canyon!" Van Del suggested as his fellow villains oo'd and aw'd at the idea. Ray was still hiding his and (y/n)'s conjoined hands as the three worried about what the villains were gonna try and do to them, but little did they know, Phoebe was bricking it.

Max smirked at his sister as she caught his eye and he edged closer to The Toddler. He had the power to ruin everything and she was terrified.

"Then, we fill the entire Grand Canyon with mud!" Van Del finished, not seeing that his plan. was crazy. There was no wonder his entire gang of Wall Dogs got sent to jail if that was the best he could come up with.

"Okay, there's, like, 75 reasons why that plan is stupid!" Toddler snapped, wishing that he could work with someone intelligent for once.

"Hey, we have a problem." Phoebe nudged Ray's arm and tried to keep her voice steady. The large man dropped his girl's hand immediately as he snapped his neck to her and they put some space between them.

"Not now, I have to listen to this," Ray told her as he tried to focus on what the criminals were saying. He refused to be caught unawares by these idiots, especially since they were threatening his young sidekick and the woman he loved. Phoebe panicked as she saw Max waltzed up to The Toddler's side and she knew she had to get Captain Man to listen to her.

"Or, we go back in time when the Grand Canyon was much smaller." The Time Jerker prompted, irritating everyone.

"Please, does everything with you have to be about time travel?" Nurse Cohort asked, turning to the yellow-wearing man on her left.

"Well, I am the Time Jerker!" He snapped back, making another argument erupt. All Max needed was an opening and then he'd pounce.

"Sir?" He tapped Toddler and the shoulder, gaining his attention. Shit on it.

"What, boy?! I'm busy!" He hissed at the teen, who smirked in response. He wouldn't be using that tone in about ten seconds.

"Busy? I don't think you'll feel too busy to see some old friends of yours!" Max gloated and the glint in his eye made his sister freak out.

"No, no, no, no, no!" She squealed, but it was too late. Max used his telekinesis to lift Henry and Ray's masks off, revealing them to be superheroes. The criminals stepped back in shock, but also delight as their targets stood terrified in the middle of the room.

"It's Captain Man and Kid Danger!" Nurse Cohort pointed at them as they gulped. This was going to be a tricky one to get out of.

"And if you look closely, that's not Vectress! It's Miss Danger in disguise!" Max added and the villains gasped again as they noticed the subtle differences between the two women. Before they were almost invisible, but now they looked properly, they were as clear as day. Oh shit.

"Well, well, well. Roll me over and change my diaper." The Toddler growled at them, feeling pretty stupid that they had fooled him so well, especially Miss Danger. She was quite the actress it seemed.

"'Sup?" Henry greeted them all nervously as Ray slowly angled himself so (y/n) was slightly behind him. He wanted her to have the chance to escape with Henry and Phoebe, that way, she wouldn't have to face the torture of his enemies.

"Time's up, for you three." The Time Jerker replied, showing his annoyingly clever talent for making up time puns on the spot.

"Nice one." (y/n) chuckled nervously, feeling extremely nervous at how there were so many evil glares on her.

"I'll give them a taste of my heliometer!" Doctor Minyak yelled, pointing the weapon at the trio, but Phoebe wasn't going to let them get hurt. She'd already let her idols down one, she wasn't going to let it happen again. With a strong kick, she bashed the heliometer out of Minyak's hand, making him scream in pain.

"That third muchacho just foot kicked me, right in my hand." He whimpered, but Phoebe didn't care about his pain, nor did she care about how she'd just revealed where her loyalties lied.

"I'm not a muchacho! I'm not even Canadian!" She said proudly and whipped off her mask to expose her hero mask. They were all so shocked at the revelation, no one noticed how Max had crawled to the back of the room where the heliometer had landed or how (y/n) was chewing one of the special gumballs.

With one strong yank, Henry, Ray and Phoebe discarded their muchacho costumes, revealing their superhero uniform underneath. The young woman next to them blew her bubble and transformed into her super suit too. She was more than relieved that Schwoz had engineered some for her so she could fight crime instantly and now, standing next to her friends, she looked pretty damn cool.

"All right, you evils, on the floor, hands behind your backs!" Captain Man ordered them, but he was outnumbered badly, so the criminals didn't pay much attention to his demands. Well, everyone except Jeff, who immediately did as he was told.

"One down, about fifteen to go." (y/n) jokingly whispered to Ray, her fists still pulled up to her chin as she got ready to throw some fists. It was inevitable, Jeff was just dumb, the others were gonna put up a fight.

"Get up, Jeff." The Toddler hissed to him.

"You're embarrassing us!" Minayk added harshly, making the fat guy scramble to his feet as the criminals closed in on the superheroes.

"Well, I'm just gonna, uh... finish this bowl of lentils..." Ray chuckled nervously, holding the bowl in his hands briefly before throwing it at the light above their heads. With the darkness to aid them, Ray, Henry, (y/n) and Phoebe made a break for it and dashed down the corridor as the evil group broke out into chaos.

"Kid Danger! Take Phoebe and (y/n) and get out of here! I'll hold them off!" Ray said as they skidded to a halt just before the base's exit. He wanted to give his love and the kids a chance to escape and if that meant him getting captured, so be it.

"Absolutely not! I'm not leaving you!" (y/n)'s eyes widened at his words and she grasped onto the front of his uniform to stop him from going away. He'd never hold off that many thugs and she'd die if she knew something happened to him when she could've stayed and helped. She was strong now and a superhero, she could fight by his side.

"Yeah!"

"We wanna stay and fight!" Henry and Phoebe agreed as Ray looked between them and (y/n). The young woman's eyes sparkled with tears as she refused to let go, but Ray couldn't let her stay, even if it meant he might never see her again. At least he'd know that he had kept his promise to himself. She would never be hurt and she would never be unsafe because of him.

"No! There's too many of them!" Ray argued, his tone harsh, but his hands were gentle as they came up to hold (y/n)'s wrists. It pained him to push her away but he knew he had to. The villains would soon come after them and they needed to go now.

"But what about Max?" Phoebe asked in a panic, worried that her brother might get hurt from his involvement with the criminals.

"I said go! Kid, that's an order!" Ray told Henry sternly as he used his superior strength to push (y/n) away despite her protests. Henry grabbed Phoebe's hand and pulled her down the corridor as Ray tried to keep his girl from following him.

"No, I don't want you to go." She cried, wiping her tears away as she thought that this could be the last time she'd see him. There were so many unspoken feelings she wanted to tell him, but there wasn't enough time for her to tell him anything.

"I need you to get Henry and Phoebe out of here safely. There's no time to argue." He said, frantically brushing away her tears with his gloved thumbs as he heard the criminals' disorientated shouting continued. He wanted her gone now, but she couldn't without telling him. If this was their last time together, she wasn't going to waste it.

"Ray, I--" Her confession was interrupted as The Toddler let out a particularly loud shout and it made Ray panic even more. He pushed her further down the corridor, and despite her protests, he wouldn't let her get a word in edgeways.

"No, you need to go. You need to go right now." He insisted, turning around sharply to check if they were coming yet or not. It was only a matter of minutes before they came running.

"But I need to tell you that I--" She tried to say, but he just ignored her protests, thinking she was just gonna tell him that she could fight with him or something and there was no way he'd let her do that.

"Sweet girl...please, you have to go." He told her gently, making a lone tear roll down her face as she nodded slowly. Three words, just three simple words that would take anyone else three seconds to say had taken her years and now, she would wait even longer.

"Come back to me." She whispered, feeling her heart shattering as she nodded bitterly. She didn't want it to end this way.

"Always." He promised, pressing his lips to her hairline as he took in the smell of her shampoo and perfume. His love, his home, his sweet girl, always. Looking into his eyes one last time, she stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek, like it was her way of giving something of hers to take with him.

"For luck." She said, stepping back and watching him swallow nervously as the commotion got louder. He took in the sight of her again and even with her tear-stained cheeks and messy hair, she was still beautiful.

Ray gulped and turned around, sprinting off into the darkness of the tunnel as he ran to give her the one thing she could never find; time.

"I love you." She whispered after him, even though he'd never hear it, a lost whisper that she desperately wanted to tell him. She left her confession behind as she too turned around and ran, doing exactly what he said, even though it was exactly what she didn't want to do.

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